Rear-End Collision

[CAUTION: This storyline is pretty rough, just barely this side of having to be consigned to Rogue Moon! Be forewarned, tender spirits may want to skip this one!]

"Oh, shit!" I said when the sound of metal colliding had stopped. "Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit!"

I had just hit another car from behind. You can't get more responsible for an accident than that in any circumstances, you are assumed to be blind-ass guilty and expected to pony up for the repair to the car, the whiplash to the guy in the car, and anything else he can figure out how to pile on top of that.

It wasn't all my fault! Okay, I was in a hurry and wanting to get home. After all, my parents didn't know I was driving the car. They'd be home any minute and want to know what happened to their car, even though it was sitting in the garage not being used (Mom and Dad work in the same office). My biggest problem right now, though, wasn't using the car without their permission, but also that I didn't have the insurance company's permission to drive the car, either! I was an "excluded driver" which meant I had better not drive the car if I wanted them to pay for something like an accident like I'd just been in.

But this car had been going slow on a deserted dirt road, all right? My family lived way out in the country (another reason I had taken the car, even knowing it was wrong, I had to!) I was crowding up from behind in hopes of passing him. And he'd hit the brakes with me only about a car-length behind him. I didn't react as quick as I should have because I was judging if I could pass, and WHAM! I had hit the brakes about a second before, but that wasn't long enough to stop, then it was a crumpling sound as I watched the front of my car buckle up and the tinkle of breaking glass from the headlights, and it was over.

And we're back to me going, oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit! It was all I could say, and I couldn't stop saying it. What had I done? Mom and Dad gave me enough misery as it was, why did I have to have this added onto it? Dad would have to pay this guy out of his own pocket, and I'd never hear the end of it. And still a month to go until the end of the school year and I could hope to get a summer job. Which might not even pay this guy's repair bill and would mean no money for fun until next summer.

The guy in the car ahead of me got out and though his dark face was filled with rage, I knew him. Oh, not well, but I knew him. It was Fabio Stevens, the guy who ran a gas station in town. With a Hispanic mother and a white father, he had come out dark, black-haired, black-eyed...and with all the rage of a guy who'd been stuck by a starry-eyed mother with the name of Fabio. You didn't make fun of Fabio's name...not unless you wanted a taste of his calloused knuckles impacting your lips at full speed. He spent at least one night a month in the local jail from all accounts, from drinking and fighting. A young guy like me didn't want to cross him...no sir! Except...

I had just hit his car and had no way of paying for it! What the fuck was I going to do? "Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit!" I started in again as he walked up to my window.

He recognized me, too, not a big surprise in our small town...well, the nearest town to where I lived and where I went to school, still riding a big, yellow school bus from the country for Christ's sake!

His first words were kind enough. "Are you okay, Bobby?" he asked me.

"Yeah." I said shakily. "I'm okay, yeah, sure, I'm okay." I yammered on until he cut me off.

"Then what the fuck were you doing getting so close to my car?" he demanded, his anger now being released once he knew I wasn't bleeding internally or nothing.

"I was trying to pass you." I said. "I had to get home."

"Fuck, I wasn't going fast enough for you?" he snarled. "So you take another five minutes to get home, so what?"

I gulped and plunged in. "I wasn't supposed to be driving this car." I said. "I...I'm not listed on the policy to drive it."

"So?" He said. "Your mother says she let you use it, what's the problem?"

"I'm excluded on the policy." I said miserably.

He got it quick enough, he did some repair jobs on cars for the insurance companies. "You're driving a car you're fucking excluded on?" he said incredulously. "Shit, kid, don't your parents know you have to be listed on one of their cars, anyhow, if you're going to drive?"

"My parents don't want me driving." I said. "Dad said I could wait until I could buy my own car to drive."

"Fuck." Fabio said slowly, his face smoothing out somewhat. He was a gorgeous guy, his face was smoothed by the genes of his flat-cheeked father, but not totally flat (his mother had rounder cheeks) and his nose was a mix of his mother's bulbous one and his father's straight-lined one. Fabio didn't look like either of his parents, he had sort of taken the best from each of them, like his father and mother were out on both sides of perfection, and he had struck the spot in between them, and so gotten there when they couldn't.

But that good-looking face and finely muscled body (and I don't know where that came from, his father was a stork and his mother was a dumpling, but they must have had something in their family trees to let Fabio build this just-right body) was attached to a boy who had grown up in our not-very-kind-to-ethnic-types county, and he had learned to fight and fight in a hurry. And not let anybody breathe a single bad word to him. His cleanly-dark brown eyebrows furrowed into easy lines of ferocity and he said, "So what the fuck you going to do about this?" He said. "Your Daddy is going to have to pay for my car!" He didn't say anything about any injuries to himself, which was a relief.

"I'll pay for your car." I said hastily.

"You got the money?" He said. "That damage is close to two thousand dollars. You got some money I don't know about, because your parents sure as hell don't have any!"

A small town/country area like this, you didn't have many secrets. Fabio didn't know the exact bank balance in my parent's name at the bank, but he was right that a bill like that wouldn't be something my parents could pay in a hurry.

"I"ll pay for your car." I said again. "I'm going to get a job this summer. I can pay you back, just give me some time to do it."

"You?" He said, that incredulous tone tinting his voice again. "You can't make more'n a thousand all summer long." He was right about that, too many kids, not enough jobs. Most businesses in town dealt with it by giving out part-time jobs, it let them hire more young guys...but the pay to each kid working would be more like fifty dollars a week instead of a hundred.

"Couldn't I come to work for you?" I said. "I could pump gas and wipe windows and such. I'd work for you good, honest!"

"Kid, I got a dozen high-school seniors already pestering me for work." Fabio said. "I can't hire more'n a couple of them. I intend to take the ones who were best in metalshop class. That isn't you." Like I said, you don't have many secrets in a place like this. I'd gone in for woodshop class, learning to build spice racks and simple bookshelves and such. The other side of the same Quonset hut building at school.

"But I don't need metal shop to pump gas!" I argued. "Come on, Mr. Stevens, I'm in a spot here. Dad's going to be mad enough at me as it is for wrecking the car!" Dad wouldn't hit me...no, I wasn't that lucky. He'd sit me down and lecture me, on and on and on and on. Sometimes I wished he'd hit me instead of doing that. Have at least a little confidence in me. Like letting me drive a car now I had my license....

"Shit!" Fabio said. "Get out of the car, kid!"

"Huh?"

"I said get out of the car!"

I obeyed, quivering.

"What you got on you?" he demanded.

"On me?"

"How much money you have on you?" he said. "Give it here, right now!"

I shivered and pulled out my wallet. "Eight dollars." I said to him as I turned it over to him. "That's all I got, honest!" as I returned my wallet to my hip pocket.

"Shit, you got to have more than that on you. Come on, give it up, all of it."

"I...I got sixty-five cents in change." I said.

"What else you got?" he demanded. "Any change in the ashtray or cupholder?"

"No, sir." I said.

"What kind of radio you got in that car?" He said. "Maybe I can raise a few bucks stripping this car for parts."

"No, sir, don't do that, don't!" I begged him. "I'll pay you the money, you just have to give me some time."

He was working himself up into a lather, practically foaming at the mouth, he was so mad. I had ruined his car, and my parent's second car, too. I was going to find a job, then ask Dad to put me on this car as a driver for the summer, offer to pay the difference in the premiums from my summer job. It was why I had taken the car into town to begin with.

He opened the driver's side door and leaned into the car. "What kind of radio do you have?" he demanded again. "I can get up to fifty dollars for a good stereo."

"No, sir, it's not a special radio in the car, just the one that came with the car, please, sir, don't take the car, sir, please!

I put my hand on his shoulder, why, I don't know, maybe I was making the motion to pull him out of the car...not that I could have.

But he treated it like I was, he pulled back and his face was screwed up in rage. "You little cocksucking bastard!" He screamed at me. "Don't you have anything you can give me to pay for my car? You got a stereo at home in your room? A computer? A guitar? Anything?"

"No, sir, nothing, please, sir, I can pay you if you'll let me work for you!" I nattered.

"Work for me, you little rat bastard?" he yelled. Okay, Mom and Dad hadn't been married for more than six months when I came along. They'd been married when I was born! But it still hurt, like Fabio intended it to. "What the hell can you do for anyone?"

I hauled off and socked him right in the nose! "I'm not a bastard!" I shouted back at him. "Quit calling me that!" My own anger had flared and was gone, leaving a scared kid staring at an angry man with a bruised nose.

And he lunged at me and I figured I was dog meat. I mean, he was older than me, taller than me (he'd inherited his father's height, over six feet) and a hell of a lot stronger. I just cringed and tucked my arms over my face and braced for my pummeling.

Instead he spun me around with one beefy paw of a hand and I ended up face down on the hood of the car. And Fabio was behind me, his hands at my waist. He was undoing my pants.

"Only one way to treat a little fucking bastard!" He muttered, but every word was hard as stone. "You can't pay me in money, I'll take it out of your fucking ass!"

I gasped when I heard that. I had heard stories about Fabio (you can't keep secrets here, like I'd said), times when he'd fought a man and then raped him as the man lay defeated and bleeding on the ground. The men involved hadn't pressed charges, but it was part of Fabio's mean reputation.

I knew I couldn't fight him off, so I started in begging. "Please, Mr. Stevens, don't do this, please!" I begged him as he got my pants unbuttoned and yanked them down. My briefs were jerked away from my waist about an inch from that motion, and when Fabio got my pants down to my knees, he came back up to grab the briefs to yank them down.

And his hand landed right on my crotch. Right on my hard-on.

Now, I wasn't turned on by this, or I don't think so. I was at the age where you get hard-ons all the time. You don't even know you have them sometimes, and they aren't hooked to your being aroused or anything. They just are...

"Shit, Bobby, you got a woody in here for me." Fabio grunted into my ear. "You're wanting me to do you, aren't you?"

I had to make a decision quick. "Yes, sir." I said. "Yes, sir, I do."

Okay, I have to explain that. I didn't want to be pronged up the ass, but let's face it, I was getting fucked whether I wanted it or not. If I said yes, maybe he'd be easier on me. If I said no, he'd keep right on forcing me. If you're going to take a cock up the ass, better if the guy wielding the dick tries to be gentle on you because you're willing. That was part of it.

The rest of it? There was Fabio, the man. Tall, strong, handsome, masculine. His rage was a part of the masculinity of him. Better that than the father I had, who would quietly lecture me interminably when I messed up. Fabio would get mad, and five minutes later, be over it. You have to live as I had to appreciate that. Quick, clean, over. Instead of on and on and on.

If I could have picked for my sex partner any man in town, Fabio would have been on the short list I would have selected from. Not my first choice, maybe, given his temper...but in the running just the same. Why not, when you're only talking fantasies, the things you do when you beat off in the bathroom sink and wipe up with trembling hands and bathroom tissue, hoping Mom doesn't notice the mess? Why not Fabio here, now, when he'd been the phantom lover behind me, that I could see in the mirror, me whacking my meat and hoping to spray into the basin cleanly this time?

So to this raging god of a man, I said, "Yes, sir, I do." and he gave a hard sort of laugh.

"I figured as much." he said as his hard hands pulled down my briefs into an elastic ring at my knees. "Well, Bobby, you are going to get it but good."

And I heard a hawk of spit as he spat onto his palm. Thank God! He was going to at least try to be easy about it. All in all, I felt I'd made the right decision here.

And then that hard dong hit my ass cheeks and I quailed, neighed out, "Oh, oh, please, sir, no, no, please!"

"Shut the fuck up!" he growled and that cockhead jabbed inwards and at my asshole. Fabio knew where it was on a quivering mass of defeated male, he got it right on the mark the first stab, and then he was pushing it into me, and it felt like a baseball bat being rammed into me.

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh!" I yelped as the hard tool plowed into my virginal ass. "Oh, sir, please, no, don't do it, don't!"

"Shut up you little cock-pig!" Fabio raged at me. Rage was his balm against an unfair world, he fed on rage and used it, rage powered his rod as he thrust into my bowels, plowing a furrow inside me as wide as his cock, and his cock felt like a fence-pole, like my butt was going to crack me wide open, like he was ripping me in two!

But he didn't, finally I felt that hard prod in my butt to the very hilt, his balls slapping my ass-cheeks, and he held it there. "Yeah, you got a tight butt, kid." he rumbled at me. "Nice and tight. Did I just pick your cherry?"

"Yes, sir." I sobbed out. "Oh, God, it hurts, it hurts!"

"It'll feel better in a moment." Fabio said and he began to move inside me. Oh, God, I only thought I had known pain before, now his movements were tearing my butthole open even wider. His pittance of spit hadn't helped much, he had crammed my ass full of hard brown cock and now he was rending me apart!

I cried out, literally moaned like an actress overplaying a weeping widow in a play, ah-hah-hah-hah-hah-ahhhh! and his motions only sped up as my butt began to be as torn as it was going to get. My asshole was a tunnel of raw fire he was plowing in and out of, but at least now the way was open, he couldn't hurt me any more this way, and my keening wail subsided.

And Fabio grabbed my head and pulled it backwards by my hair clenched in his fist, and I yelped, choked as my throat was stretched as far as it would go. "Yeah, kid, take this dick right up your little butt-cunt, take it all, damn it!" And he hunched at me with a series of rapid strokes that reawakened the fire.

I gurgled and he let go and I let my head fall down as I gasped for air. "Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!"

Fabio mistook that sound for ardor instead of asphyxiation, and he said, "You like this, don't you, you fucking bastard, don't you, huh, don't you?"

"Uh, huh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, yeah!" I grunted as best I could. If he thought I was wanting it, he'd go easier on me.

And he did, he leaned over and his hands went around my rib-cage and he wriggled more than humped at me, his cock was deep in me and his motions barely moved it, and that was easier.

"A-huh, a-huh, a-huh, a-huh!" he grunted in time to his thrusts into me.

"Oh, God, yeah, fuck me." I groaned at him. He was doing it to me the way I had always fantasized he would, his cock up my ass and him fucking at me all gentle and soft and warm, my ass full of his manhood, his raging power, his fierce essence driving into me. This was what my fantasy had built for me, and I had it now, I had it, God, yes, I did have it!

"Ahuh, huh, huh, huh!" Fabio was fucking me harder now, his thrusts into me were short power jabs, they caused my entire body to rock forward, his withdrawal was like it was skinning me inside out as my skin clung to his cockshaft, and there wasn't any pain any longer, a sticky wet feeling that was probably my own blood, but that didn't hurt me any more, and I had the hot steel of his mantool tunneling into me, a wide path in me open for it, and him on top of me, my brown gas-station god, the man I had admired from my seat in the back of our car, watched as he moved, dreams of that body inside its gray jumpsuit partially unzipped to show the solid pecs, above it that regularly-handsome face that was a blend of north-of-the-border and south-of-the-border, two elements of mankind mixing to make this one better than the sum of its parts, I had never imagined this beginning, but this was the result I had wanted, I had it now!

"Oh, oh, oh, kiss me, Fabio!" I groaned out. "Just one kiss, please?"

"Hungry for me, are you, you little boy-bitch?" he grunted and I could hear his broad smile behind me. "Let's roll you over, I want to watch your face as I fuck your sweet little ass."

"Yeah, yeah!" I groaned as he lifted me up and turned me like a pig on the spit of his ass, and the fire was raging all around me, and I ended up on my back without ever having Fabio's cock drawn out of me and then he lunged forward and I looked right into those eyes and at that smile, and I reached up to touch him, feel him, see that it was him, really him, not some darkened room fantasy of him, but he was real, he was here, he was inside me, inside me!

"You want that kiss now?" Fabio said through that grin, and it wasn't a nice grin, but I reached up my lips to his anyway. At the last instant, his lips pursed into a kiss and he kissed me, it was a quick sort of "smack!" and then over, and he pulled away. But I had kissed him, I had kissed Fabio!

I felt that strong body under his t-shirt and his smile widened and my own grin widened into a moan. "Ooh, oh, yeah, yeah, come on, now, fuck me, Fabio, fuck me!"

"God, you're a hot little stud, aren't you?" Fabio grunted as he struggled to find his new balance in this new position. He was inside me, but how to manage a smooth rhythm of fucking of my ass in this way? He took a minuscule step forward with both feet, a small shuffle, and now he was up against me tightly once again. I felt those balls of his slam my ass (for now they were tight up against his shaft instead of flopping about loose like they had before) and I closed my eyes and lowed like a cow in heat, then opened my eyes again, eager for this sight, this big, brown stud humping me.

"Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, oh, oh!" I gasped as his tan-colored face rocked above me, his body sheathed in cloth and denim rippled underneath those fabric barriers, and I got my hands down and managed to get the bottom of his t-shirt and I lifted it up enough to run my hands underneath it, and I felt that strong flesh, ran my hands over to his back and felt the muscles there pulsing in synch to his movements, and it was like I was riding (or being ridden?) some magnificent stallion, the symphony of motion was much the same, the horse running and this strong man fucking me, and I was his, I belonged to him now, truly his, and he grunted and it was like the nicker of an eager horse in motion and like the horse belongs to his rider, now I belonged to him, and my last trace of reluctance evaporated like the morning dew in late springtime, gone before the sun had even fully risen above the horizon.

His face was open and eyes wide and mouth agape as he humped at me, and his sweaty brow spoke of his effort and his need.

"Fuck me, Fabio." I said, gently this time. "Fuck me and keep on fucking me, long as you want to." I murmured. "Long as you want to, I'm yours."

"Yeah, you're all mine." He said and that hard tone of his was like a lit match touching the fuse, a rapid-burn fuse that raced down into my body and ignited the powder of my passion within.

"Oh, yeah, all yours, yeah, uh, gah, uh, I'm coming, uh, uh, HUH, UH, GUH, UH, GUHHHH-HNNNNNKKKK-KUUUHHH!" I gasped and I was spraying both of us with my jism, making a mess more than any I'd ever dared in the bathroom, it was like I was drowning both of us with my spurts that flew in all directions.

And as I did that, Fabio's eyes widened in a form of shock that turned into lust and he gave out a growl worthy of any lion upon the veldt, a roar that declared his mastery of all he cared to master, and me his lawful prey, and as I subsided into gasping for air, he roared and his cock jammed deep into me as he could, and he held it there and squirted his jizz into me. I felt it pulse inside his shaft, I felt it burn a bit at the top of the range raped by his entrance, but most of it jetted deeper inside me, and fell beyond the range of my ravaged bowel, he spurted deeply into me, and marked me as his own by that, so deep that it couldn't fall out, it had to go into me and become part of me, rather than to dribble out of my buttocks, I'd never get rid of this come-load, it was inside me forever.

"Ah, ah, shit, yeah, shit, yeah!" he breathed as his spasms of male lust concluded, and he briefly landed upon me, weakened by his climax, and in that brief instance of tenderness, I cuddled him and held him safe.

But it was rapidly over, and he raised up, his hardness returning to him like a favorite coat falls upon its owner in place without effort or struggle, it was a part of him and it rejoined him and he looked upon me and that laugh he let out was hard and cold.

"Damn, but you're a good fuck, Bobby!" he said. "I knew you were this good, I'd have grabbed your cherry a long time ago."

"So let me work for you." I said to him. "It'll let me pay you back for your car, and then we'd be together."

"My car? Fuck, yeah, my fucking ass car!" and it was like he had never been tender, he had always been in a rage and he said, "You little bastard, what are you going to do about my car?"

"Let me work for you." I begged him shamelessly yet again. "You can keep out part of my pay until it's fixed. You can fix the car yourself, and I'll help you much as I can. You'll make it good, you know you can, I've seen you fix cars damaged worse than this."

"Yeah, yeah." He said. "But you still owe me two thousand for this damage, even if I do the work myself."

"So let me work for you." I said. "Full-time, even. That ought to be worth two thousand dollars to you."

"Yeah." he looked at me and laughed, "Okay, kid, you work for me now. Soon as school lets out, you get the driver to let you out at my station and you'll work until closing, every fucking day."

He stayed open until nine o'clock at night, so I nodded.

"All day weekends, too." He went on. "And come summer, you work for me seven days a week, all day long. Pumping gas, fetching me parts from the hardware store, everything you can do, you'll do, you got me. That'll just about pay me for the damage to my car." Fabio said.

I winced at that, but said, "That sounds fair. You'll have to come take me in to work and then bring me back home, though. Dad and Mom aren't going to let me use their cars again any time soon!"

"Yeah. And that'll just leaves the interest." Fabio added as he walked back to his own car.

"Interest?" I said, puzzled.

"Interest on the two thousand dollars I'm out of pocket until you can pay me back in full." he said, hand on the handle, looking back at me. "I should get some interest on that two thousand, shouldn't I?" He opened his door and got in.

"Okay. But if you're taking all my paycheck, how do you expect me to pay you interest?" I wanted to know.

"I'll just take it out of your ass every day." he declared. "Until you've paid me every cent of my damages, your ass belongs to me and I'll fuck it whenever I feel like it. You got me?"

"I guess so." I agreed dubiously.

"See you tomorrow afternoon. Until then, stay the fuck out of my rear-view mirror!" Fabio growled.

And he took off in a roar, leaving me in a cloud of dust. I waited until he was well gone to start up the car.

My problems weren't over. When I got home in this wrecked car, Dad was going to make my life as miserable as he could. But then, with me working for Fabio all the time, I wouldn't see very much of Mom or Dad until about August. Maybe even longer, if Fabio liked having my ass as his whenever he wanted it.

I had to smile. Who would have guessed that a rear-end collision was going to end up fixing most of my problems for me?

THE END
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