During the fall of my senior year of high school, my school's soccer team made it to the semi-finals of the state championships. I know it doesn’t sound that exciting, but for a school the size of mine, this was a pretty big deal. As a small town, we typically got steamrolled by neighboring towns, thus, even making it to the semi-finals was our version of the World Cup.

That entire week leading up to the game, it was all anyone at school could talk about. In typical high school fashion, the school planned a pep rally for Friday afternoon as a send-off. Even the teachers were on board, giving us all of our work for the week on Monday and Tuesday so that we had plenty of time to finish and could attend the game. Signs went up in the local shop windows informing everyone they were closing early this Friday for the game. Everyone was going to be there, myself included until my plans imploded.

That Thursday morning, I went out to fire up my truck for school. I noticed, however, that it took a bit longer than usual to turn over and get going. Once running everything seemed to be fine and I made it there without any further problems, but something about it just felt off and when I went to leave school, I found out exactly what it was. As I turned the key, I got absolutely no response, nothing happened at all. Not even the clicking of a dead battery. The starter was completely dead.

I spent the next few hours getting my old man to come out with his truck and the trailer, loaded it up, and brought it home to look at it. In no time, he confirmed what I thought, dead starter. Typically, this wouldn’t be too big of a deal. I can always find a buddy willing to give me a ride to school for the next day or two or, in the worst case, I could take the bus. This time, however, there was the problem of how the heck I was going to get to the game. By this point, everyone had already made plans and every car I could think of was already full.

To take my mind off my teenage drama, I decided to head over to my family’s welding shop and lend a hand. I’ve always found it to be a great place when your thoughts are crowded. Plus, the shop’s a revolving door of friends and clients swinging by a great way to get your mind off whatever’s bothering you.

That night was no exception, as around 6 p.m., Danny pulled up in front of the shop. He worked at the town garage, and as a result, he would often bring by something that needed to be fixed on his way home from work. Danny was in his late twenties, so he and I had always hit it off really well. It probably didn’t hurt either that he was the definition of popular and good-looking, or as a result of working physical labor, he was in great shape. I always enjoyed it when he swung by, especially in the summer when the long hot days working outside meant him being shirtless more often than not. His toned stomach and chest glistening from a hard day's work were always a welcome sight.

To be clear, I had only opened up about these types of desires to my best friend at that point, and to my knowledge, neither Danny nor my old man had any clue. However, my desires were very much burgeoning, and more than once I found myself admiring his toned physique, with thoughts flooding my mind that was in no way G-rated. Often, I found myself needing to read just a certain part of my anatomy to not give myself away.

That afternoon, after explaining to us what he needed to be done to the tank he had brought over, he made his way to the back of the shop where I was working and struck up the usual small talk. How had I been? How was my senior year going? Etc. I filled him in on how my senior year was moving along, and how I was excited that basketball season (my game of choice) was about to start. This naturally segued into him asking about the game the following night and if I was planning on going, to which I told him about my truck, and how if I couldn’t magically find a ride, I was going to have to miss it.

“Well, if you're interested, I’m planning on heading down,” he offered.

“Really? I don’t want to put you out or be an inconvenience,” I answered, trying to contain my excitement.

“No problem, I was heading down solo anyway. The extra company would be a welcomed addition,” Danny reassured. “I’ll come by and grab you here after I get out of work tomorrow.”

I did my best to hide my excitement. Not only had I found a ride, but I was with Danny! The next afternoon I snagged a ride home from school with a friend, skipping last period, but in return leaving me time to get ready. Even trying my best to play it cool, I found myself trying on multiple outfits, wanting to look my best. I made sure to take a nice long shower, shave (everywhere), and clean up. I wanted to look my best, while at the same time not alerting Danny to my other desires. I settled on a simple gray t-shirt that was tight enough to compliment my toned teen figure. To finish off the look, I went with a simple pair of blue jeans and sneakers. 

True to his word, Danny pulled into my driveway a few minutes after I normally would have gotten home from school. I said goodbye to my parents made my way out to his truck and jumped up into his passenger seat. He was dressed pretty simply, just a T-shirt and jeans as well. But as I looked a little closer it was clear that he had also gone home and cleaned up, as the shirt was spotless, and he had clearly showered. The sight of him sitting there in his truck caused my mind to run wild with teenage thoughts. He went home and got ready too! What does this mean? Is he wearing cologne? Is he secretly excited about tonight like I am?

“Ready?” Danny asked, snapping me back from my thoughts.

“What? I mean, yeah, let's do it,” I answered, doing my best to play it cool.

The trip down was simple, making small talk about the team and the town. We also decided to grab something to eat, stopping at a simple pub once we were almost at the stadium. We put in our orders and then started chatting once more. This time, however, his questions seemed to be a lot less filler and instead directed at finding out about me.

“So… what’s the scoop with your social life, any special someone at school?”

“No, not really. There have been a few I’ve talked with and explored a little, but nothing much more than that,” I answered.

“You’re joking. I would have figured a senior, not to mention one as good-looking as you would have at least a little something going on,” he asked on.

Wait, did he just call me good-looking? Snap out of it, answer him!

“Well, there have been a couple here and there, nothing that has really stuck though or had much chemistry,” I added, doing my best not to sound like a teenager.

We continued chatting, moving on to the outdoors, fishing, hiking, and other passions we overlapped on. I was amazed at how easily the conversation carried on. Sure, we had talked before, but that was always just empty “shop talk,” this had actual depth, and as a result, I found myself more and more captivated by him as the night went on.

Once our meals were finished, which Danny insisted on paying for, we made our way to the game. We stopped by the gate to get our tickets, Danny paying again, which I couldn’t help but find even more attractive, then made our way in, finding the stands exceedingly crowded, forcing us, much to my pleasure, to sit very close together with our legs rubbing together.

As the match progressed, I found it harder and harder to focus on the field. My attention kept being pulled away each time Danny brushed up against me. Midway through the match, however, I was almost sure it was intentional. He began placing his hand directly onto my thigh any time he leaned over to tell me something about a player or the match. His firm hands, strong and steady on my thigh, sent tingles through my entire being. Those touches, paired with the subtle scent of his cologne as he leaned within an inch of my ear forced me to begin straining against my jeans. And more than once I felt his hand make contact with my firmness, noticing, however, that his hand seemed to linger for a moment in those instances.

By the end of the game, I was in a haze. My sexual desires and self-control had spent the last two hours battling, making the fact that our team had won seem irrelevant. I was glad that it was dusk, though, as no doubt I had leaked through my jeans during my hours-long erection. My mind soared even more when he placed his hand on my lower back, his fingers grazing the bare skin under my shirt as he guided me through the bleachers on our way out.

It took a while for us to make our way back out to his truck, stopping a few times here and there to chat and say our goodbyes. Luckily, though, this gave me a chance to re-adjust (literally) and recompose myself before climbing back into the passenger seat.

“What a game,” he said as he jumped up in.

“I know, right? I can’t believe they won.”

“So, you did notice who won,” he joked.

“What do you mean?”

“You just seemed a little... preoccupied.”

“No, I’m fine; I was just a little distracted,” I said, the second part kind of slipping out unintentionally.

“Really?” Danny answered, looking a bit inquisitive before adding, “What was it that was so distracting?”

Butterflies bounced in my chest as I scrambled to put an answer together... What could I say? I obviously couldn’t tell him it was due to my lust for his every touch, and that it's hard to focus when your cock is hard for so long.  

“What?” I asked to buy more time.

“You said you were a bit distracted during the game,” Danny repeated.

He asked it innocently enough, but there was something about the way he said it that gave me pause. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew exactly what was driving me so crazy for the last few hours. Before I could formulate a thought, he followed with, “Was it me that was distracting?”

“Well, maybe… But not in a bad way or anything, I mean to say in a good way,” I replied, stumbling for words exactly as you would expect a tongue-tied teenage boy to do.

“Good, especially since that was my intention,” Danny said, cutting me off thankfully as he looked over at me, evaluating how I received his confession.

Upon hearing that, I froze instantly. I could feel how flush my face was, my cheeks always get red when I’m flustered, and right then they must have been glowing. Taking a second to summon up my courage, I decided to just be honest.

“Well, if I’m being honest, you’ve been distracting me for a while now, not just tonight. Really, anytime you’ve come into the shop lately, I have a tough time focusing on anything else.”

“Well, I kind of guessed as much. It’s actually why I offered to bring you tonight. I wanted to see if there was something behind all glances, or if it was just my mind playing games,”

With that, he put the truck in gear, and we began our journey back. The next few minutes were filled with mostly that awkward silence that only sexual tension can create. On the one hand, I was ecstatic about what I had just learned, but also, the entire situation was new to me, and I didn’t know what I should do next. Luckily, Danny finally broke the ice.

“So, about these distractions, we’re both having. I think we should probably do something about them. Don’t you agree?”

My whole body felt like it was vibrating. I had daydreamed about similar situations for months, but now here it was, an actual opportunity, I was tongue-tied.

“Um, yeah, I mean yes,” I answered stumbling over my own words before taking a breath and trying again. “Sorry, it’s just that everything for me has only ever been fictional daydreams to this point. You’re only the second person to even know I have these thoughts.”

"Well, first off, your secrets are safe with me,” Danny assured. “Secondly, these are totally normal feelings and I’m more than happy to help you explore them.”

Even just talking about this was causing me to get excited again, I could feel the tension building as we talked. I was just unsure of how to actually start, even with all of this now being out in the open, I was still extremely naive, with no idea of how or what to do next. Sure, I had daydreamed plenty of times about these scenarios, but I had never even kissed another man, and wasn’t exactly the take-charge type in these situations. Luckily for me, though it was as if he could read my thoughts. As I would later find out, Danny was in fact very much the take-charge type.

I guess I should have guessed, given how he had been in control of the entire evening, but somehow, I was still caught off guard when he leaned in and gently placed a kiss on my lips. His soft, smooth lips shot lightning bolts through me. Although not my first kiss, it was the first time I had acted out on these desires. There was just something about being on the other side of a kiss like that I found undeniably erotic, turning me into putty in his hands.

All I could think to do was place my hands on his hip and thigh as he held me and continued, increasing his intensity, gently starting to dance his tongue with mine for what seemed like an eternity of bliss before breaking away.

“We should probably get out of this parking lot before someone starts to take notice,” he said.

“Ye.. ye... um yeah,” I stammered, mind racing and unable to snap back.

“Not that I’m ashamed to kiss you, or anything like that,” he quickly followed up.

“No, no, I get it, totally. No one knows about this side of me either,” I assured him finally getting my thoughts back on track.

As we got back on the highway, mind still buzzing, I blurted out a topic that had been on my mind since our kiss. “I have a confession to make.”

“Okay,” he said, unsure of what would follow.

“I’ve had all of these desires and have daydreamed about other men for a while now, but the truth is, I’ve never done anything with another man. I mean cards on the table that was the first time I’ve even kissed another boy, let alone a man like you.”

“It was, really? Well, you’re a very skilled kisser, I must say,” Danny assured lightheartedly, breaking up the tension.

 “Really? So, it’s not a problem that I’ve never even seen another, you know, another man’s package? Outside of the locker room, that is.” I revealed butterflies racing inside of me.

“If you want, we can fix that night now,” he said looking over at me as my awkward sexual teen energy filled the truck.

“Wh… what do you mean?” I asked while my stomach started doing cartwheels.

“Here,” Danny responded.

I watched in astonishment as he boldly unbuttoned his jeans, and slid them down, making sure to catch his boxers, revealing a sight that was even better than I had hoped and fantasized about many times. Even not fully erect his cock was perfect. Measuring almost the same size as me, six inches, the difference being that he was this size only semi-hard. Even the areas around it made my mouth water. He was smoothly shaved which accentuated his toned midsection and thighs in the fading light. I can still vividly remember those light tingles in my stomach as he showed me.

“Wow,” was all I could get out as I sat there, speechless. I never expected him to be so forthright.

“Glad you approved,” he chuckled.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, biting my lip slightly as I sat there and stared.

“You don’t have to be shy; you can take a closer look if you want,” he said, smiling as he adjusted himself a little, giving me an even better view.

Meeting his eye I just smiled as I leaned forward. Thanks to his folding center console, I found myself almost lying down across his seat. I noticed how his cock twitched slightly, even more so when my breath hit it. Now fully erect, it had to be a little over seven inches. I continued to watch, taking in each little detail, like how it curved ever so slightly to the left, and how smooth the head looked.

“May I?” I asked, looking up slightly and placing my hand on this thigh. This caused his cock to flex straight into the air while a bead of pre-cum gave way, sliding down his smooth, mushroom-shaped head.

Giving a nod, I moved my hand to the base of his erection, just in time for the droplet of pre-cum to run over my fingers. Gently squeezing him as a light moan escaped his lips.

I was amazed by how warm and thick it felt to my touch. I know it sounds crazy, seeing how I’ve touched my own so often, but it just felt different. Maybe it was the different angles, or only feeling it in my hand, not my cock, but I loved feeling. Slowly, I began moving my hand up, watching as even more pre-cum leaked from his as I did. Then, ever so slowly, I worked my way back down, feeling his body vibrate to my touch.

I adored the way it made him react as I worked him, he couldn’t help but let out soft moans of approval as pre-cum started to coat him entirely, letting my hand glide up and down. I continue my pace for a few minutes, taking care to change my position, teasing him a little, and only using my fingertips from time to time.

I have fantasized for years about what it would taste like and feel like to wrap my lips around another man's cock. Now as I lay there across his seat, right in front of me stood my chance, no way was I going to pass it up. I moved closer to him, better positioning myself.

Fuck, he was hot! It was now completely dark out, but the glow from the dash showed off his firm smooth toned stomach and hips that made a V leading down to his perfect cock, still glistening with pre-cum. I couldn’t wait a second more. I leaned down, placing one hand around his base, and wrapped my lips directly around his head, holding myself there eagerly waiting for his reaction.

I heard him let out a very quiet moan of “Fuck,” clearly in approval of my actions as he ran a hand through my hair.

I giggled a little, sending light vibrations through his shaft as I went to work gently swirling my tongue around his perfect mushroom head held inside my lips. The taste of his pre-cum danced in my mouth, slightly salty and a little cool from the night air all the while continuing to stroke him. As I worked, I noticed Danny’s breath getting heavier, letting out slight moans, clearly approving of my tactics.

After focusing solely on his head for a little while, I began to work my way down, taking a little into my mouth with each pass, feeling the veins of his shaft more and more with each inch. Then, after working further and further down, I felt the tip brush against my throat, startling me a little and triggering a slight gag. Out of pure instinct, I retracted for a moment before gathering myself. Moving back down, taking him in slowly until I felt the contact again. It took a few times of this, but I was quickly able to find my sweet spot, on a few inches back then but enough when combined with my fingers still gliding up and down his shaft hard smooth cock.

This pace continued, hard shaft running past my wet lips, my tongue tasting every inch it could, causing louder and more feverish moans from Danny as I worked. Placing his hand on the nape of my neck, he began to guide me back and forth.

As we continued, my excitement grew with each car that passed, wondering and almost wanting them to see me laid out on his lap. I also noticed his pleasure building and his release approaching. Both his breath, along with his pace quickened and his hand on my head became a little more forceful. Followed by his hips joining in, thrusting a bit more desperately, and pushing his cock up to meet me as he pushed my head down around it. I relaxed completely, letting Danny take full control. Faster and harder he pumped, hitting my throat, gagging, saliva streaming from my lips, unable to swallow as his hard cock penetrated my mouth. Danny edged himself further and further until he burst out his warning.

“Fuck, I’m... I’m gonna cum,” he warned out, as I felt his body begin to tighten and he released my head.

Having made up my mind ahead of time, I passed on his opportunity to remove my mouth. Instead, I grasped the base of his cock, wrapped my lips around the head, and stroked him feverishly to climax. The feeling was amazing. Every part of his body flexed, even his cock felt like it was straining against my lips, until his cock erupted, hitting my throat, causing me to gag as his salty warmness filled my mouth. Doing my best, but still a rookie, I was able to take the first wave of pleasure, holding his cum in my mouth, but not skilled enough to swallow.

Although, the third and fourth flex of his cock against my lips and the ropes unloading into my mouth were too much. I could feel his warm cum leaking out and down my chin and his shaft.

I continued to hold myself, lips wrapped tightly around his cock but leaking steadily until the flexing had almost completely subsided. Pulling off of him, I swallowed every drop of cum I was able to hold in and then went back down to clean up what I had lost. I wrapped my mouth back over him, sliding myself down to his base, sucking firmly, and slid back up his entire shaft, cleaning almost every leaked drop of cum left. Then, holding his semi-firm cock, I licked the base of his stomach where small pools had formed before sitting back up and looking over for his approval.

“Wow,” was his only initial response, before following with, “You sure that was your first time?”

“Promise, my very first,” I answered, giddy with excitement and pride.

“Well, you’re a natural,” he assured, smiling over to me.

Exhilaration and satisfaction filled me, not only had I finally been able to please another man, but it had been the one I’d lusted over. Proof of this excitement had become very evident as a wet spot had formed from the continual erection I had while pleasing him.

“Well, it looks like we’re not done yet,” Danny said, clearly noticing my excitement.

“Really?” I asked, almost jumping in my seat with excitement.

I had figured I’d be allowed to please him, but I wasn’t sure if he was planning on returning the favor. His confirmation was almost too much to handle as he began to pull down an old dirt road just shy of my parent's house.

This next part must have been part of his plan the whole time, as the spot could not have been more perfect. It was an old dirt road that had a dead end and turned around about a half mile back. Other than kids having a few drinks, or fooling around a bit, no one ever ventured down it.

As we reached the end and Danny turned the truck around, butterflies were doing cartwheels in my stomach. Is this really happening? What does he have planned?

He took a moment to readjust himself, buttoning his pants back up, and then turned his attention back to me.

“Since you’ve seen me almost naked, I think it's only fair for you to do likewise. Why don’t you go ahead and strip down for me?” Danny instructed, the lust almost visible in his eyes.

His request sent a kind of nervous excitement through me. I have always loved being nude, but that was always when I was home and alone or on an anonymous website. Sitting in his truck, stripping down as he watched, just seemed so much more sensual. Biting my lip for a moment, I pushed my nerves aside, letting my teenage hormones take over. I grabbed the base of my shirt and pulled it over my head which Danny took from me and tossed into his back seat. Next, I took off my shoes and socks, adding them to the pile in the back.

At that point, I took a moment, looking over at Danny as I sat there shirtless, my bare feet on his cool floor mats, nerves running wild. I felt Danny’s hand run along my chest and down my stomach.

“God you're sexy,” he said, giving me exactly the encouragement I craved. He then removed his hand, but only after releasing the button to my jeans himself.

Arching my back up slightly, I slid my thumbs into my waistband and gave them a push, catching my briefs on the way down. As they reached my thighs, I felt my cock sprint free, bouncing slightly from the tension before coming to rest pushed up against my stomach. I continued down to my ankles, then stepped out of them completely as Danny leaned over, picking them up, his head inches from my leaking cock before he tossed them into the pile in the back as well. Once finished, I just sat back against his seat, exposing every inch of my naked self to him.

While I wasn’t nearly as fit as Danny, I was toned. Playing soccer and basketball almost year-round meant that while toned, I had a very thin frame. At just over six feet tall, I was only around 160lbs with a flat chest and body, and almost no body hair to speak except a small, trimmed patch at the base of my very aroused cock.

As I sat there presenting myself, Danny wasted no time as he moved next to me and placed his hand on my stomach. His firm, slightly callused hand sent a shiver through my exposed body. Slowly he worked his way up, touching my chest, then neck, then back down. It seemed as if he wanted to touch every inch of my skin, teasing me as he continued, exploring every part of my body except my erection, which flexed back and forth with every movement of his foreplay. My whole body squirmed and wiggled as he worked. Pre-cum began to leak from me, pooling slightly on my stomach. I moaned quietly under my breath.

“You want me to touch it, don’t you,” he teased.

“Yes, so much bad.”

“Say it then,” he instructed.

“Please, please, Danny, stroke me.”

Only after making me ask did he finally make contact, quickly and firmly grabbing my cock by the shaft. This caused me to moan out as he gave my shaft a squeeze before he steadily began to stroke my cock. He started slowly at first, barely moving his hand, just letting the sensation of his hand induce pleasure. Each pass he made felt incredible, better than any time I had touched myself by far. I squirmed in his hand, completely under his control as he stroked every inch of my cock, pre-cum dripping out all over as he worked.

After a minute or so he began to pick up his pace, at the same time, I felt the warmth of his breath on my neck, followed by his voice.

“I want you to watch. Watch as Daddy pleases your hard dripping cock,” he whispered an inch from my ear.

Did he just say, Daddy? Why is that so hot, I love it! I thought to myself, my cock flexing in the excitement in his hand.

“Yes... Daddy,” I moaned.

Obeying his wishes, I leaned forward slightly, looking down and watching as his hand pumped me from base to tip with amazing skill. I knew then I was never going to last. I had been so worked up all night, that I didn’t have any stamina left in me.

Sure enough, after no more than a minute, I could feel it building in the base of my cock.

“I’m going to cum, Daddy,” I warned.

“Yes, show me. Show me just how excited Daddy makes you.”

With his approval, my toes instantly began to curl as I arched my back and my whole body tightened. My cock flexed for a moment, straining against his fingers, before a thick white rope erupted from me, landing all the way up my chest, hitting the headrest behind me.

Each eruption that followed sent wave after wave of pleasure through me as more and more cum came, each shot a little shorter, until finally my cock still in his hand could only twitch with a small last drop of white pleasure hung from it, forming a pool onto my lower stomach.

Danny sat there, my softening cock in his hand, my chest and stomach covered in white puddles of pleasure admiring his work. He had persuaded more cum from me than I thought even possible. Sitting there in soaked pleasure, I watched as he slowly stroked me a few more times, sending ultra-sensitive post-orgasm shivers through me, only letting go when every single drop had been coaxed out of me.

“That... was… amazing’” was all I could think to say between my heavy ragged breaths.

“I’m happy you liked it, you came so much for me,” he answered as he looked me over, seeming to approve of the large white ropes that lay across my body.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I answered with a wry grin, testing to see if he wanted the name to stick.

“Good boy, you made Daddy very happy tonight,” he affirmed. “But I better get you home before your parents start to think you’re up to no good,” he added with a grin.

With that, he put the truck in drive and pulled back onto the road even before I even had time to get dressed. I didn’t mind at all though as there was something I found extremely erotic about sitting next to him in his truck, completely naked, almost as if he was showing me off as his.

After putting my pants and shoes back on, I noticed that there was nothing for me to clean off my chest with. I was quickly very grateful I had chosen a dark-colored shirt and prayed it would hide wet spots long enough to get home and upstairs. Very carefully I pulled it over my head, noticing that the wet spots were blending, for the time, but still able to feel the night's results cooling on my chest and stomach.

“I’d be happy to drive down to the game next week again if you want. But I don’t really want to wait that long if I’m being honest,” Danny confessed.

“Me neither,” I agreed with a huge smile, happy to hear he wanted more than just tonight.

“In that case, how about I pick you up at school Monday and we can go pick up the new starter for your truck?”

“That sounds perfect!” I blurted out, almost too eager but I couldn’t help myself.

“See you Monday then,” he said, winking at me, clearly happy to have a teen so hot and hungry for him.

Blushing again slightly, I opened the door and hopped down from his truck, feeling a little cum drip down my chest as I did. I waved bye and shut his door, excited for what was to come!

TO BE CONTINUED...