My New Buddy

by Nathan Amsterdamn

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Hot Rod Hot Stuff

After the party with Darleen safely deposited at her house I drove home thinking about the events of the day. As I rode through the night a vision of Phillip standing naked in the bathhouse shower feeling me up occupied my mind. In the bathhouse the teen invited me to become his jack off or blow job buddy. He hadn’t asked again and I hadn’t yet given him a definitive answer, because I wanted to think about the proposition. Becoming a sexual buddy with Phillip might prove problematic in many areas.

Although a bit younger, Phillip appeared on the surface to be more enlightened sexually than me; not to mention I worked part-time for his father. If we became friends with sexual benefits and I injured his cock, I wouldn’t forgive myself. Then there was Darlene. Could I balance both; could I satisfy her and her sexual desires along with Phillip and his hunger for sex? Interesting dilemma and challenge for me to sort through.

Once I got home my parents questioned me about the party. I told them everything went swimmingly, no pun intended. We chatted for a few minutes before I turned in for the night. Sunday was family day at our house. We went to church and then out for brunch. For my dad and me the afternoon was dedicated to watching seasonal sports on television and finally dinner. I thought I might hear form Phillip, but he didn’t call.

When I got to work Monday morning I said hello as usual. Phillip acknowledged me, but nothing further. His lack of conversation got me wondering had I in some way offended him by not taking him up on his offer in the bathhouse at the party. Noon came around and Phillip walked up to me saying, “Wanna go get some lunch?”

“Sure.”

“You drive I buy,” he said.

Inside the car Phillip scoped out the custom interior of my 1940 Ford Convertible before asking, “You build this hot rod or buy it this way?”

“My dad and older brother built it a few years ago when Jimmy was senior in high school. It was his final project. Prior to becoming seniors the underclassmen assisted seniors with their projects. ”

“How come he’s not driving it?”

“Dead.”

“Like in die dead?” Phillip asked with a perplexed look.

“Dead as in KIA…Killed in Action in Vietnam.”

“Wow! Damn, sorry to hear that buddy.”

Silence overtook the rest of the ride to the hamburger joint. I didn’t say anymore about my older brother and Phillip probably didn’t know what to say. What could he say dead is dead and I didn’t care to dwell on the subject as my parents had since his death. With no more conversation between us I pulled into the burger place as directed. As usual the custom painted hot rod drew looks from gawkers as we looked for parking, just the right spot so no one would ding my paint job.

“What you havin?” Phillip asked entering the eatery.

“Cheeseburger, fries and coke.”

“Grab a table and I’ll order,” Phillip said as he got in line to order.

With Phillip back at the table and after a couple bites of my burger I looked at him and ask, “So how does this thing work?”

“What thing?”

“The buddy thing that you mentioned in the bathhouse,” I said.

“Anyway you want it to work,” he replied. “I ain’t beggin you to do anything awkward that you don’t comfortable with.”

“Okay,” I replied somewhat baffled by his reply.

“I mean you got that bitchin girlfriend, so I’m sure you’re not interested in havin sex with guys.”

I set about explaining my relationship with Darleen and what we’d done sexually thus far. Phillip listened as I explained things and I almost detected a smile come across his face as I finished. “I date her for my parents. I want them to think of me as their straight-laced son not queer or anything.”

Phillip replied, “Same story with my girlfriend and me.” A girlfriend also at the party, but never formally introduced to me as his girlfriend.

“I think I’m ready to explore this new experience of sex between guys.”

“So, why don’t we try out the buddy thing to see how things work out between us?” Phillip suggested.

“Sounds cool to me.”

“We’ll discuss the details after work if you’ll give me a lift home?” Phillip asked. “Do your parents allow you to stay out late or maybe do a sleepover?”

“Oh yeah. I’m pretty much on my own since my brother got killed,” I said, “besides they are all wrapped up in their church support group, so I’m on my own except Sundays.”

“What kind of group…Alcoholics Anonymous?”

“No, grief support group. Tonight is one of their meetings, so I can take you home…Maybe we can swim.”

“Sure. Same with my family church and then visit relatives and eat.”

“Cool,” I said. “So we don’t give up the girlfriends and meet up in secret to do our thing.”

“Pretty much the way it’s done,” Phillip replied. “Let’s get outta here and back to work fore dad docks our pay.”

I could believe how matter of fact Phillip was about the whole sex buddy thing. After work we clocked out together, grabbed a couple Cokes from the machine, got in my car and began the drive towards Phillip’s house. Once inside the car I put the top down and then Phillip began quizzing me again: this time about the hot rod’s history.

I began explaining the customized convertible, “My brother and dad didn’t want to put a Chevy motor in it like a lot of guys do these days. They wanted to keep the flathead V8 engine and soup it up, so they found a later model Mercury block, took it to school shop where it was torn apart and over the semester rebuilt to what it is today.”

“Cool.”

“My dad paid for the parts and my brother and his classmates did all the machine work and assembly, except grinding the crankshaft.”

“Bet that cost a pretty penny?” Phillip said.

“Not really, my dad was in the wholesale auto parts business at the time. After they got the block torn down and boiled out they sent the crank off to the grinder and then bored the block before assembling the mill using all performance parts my dad got for it.”

“Sounds like your dad and brother were really pretty mechanically inclined.

“So what else does the mill have inside?” Phillip asked.

Isky three-quarter race cam.”

“Phillip interrupted asking, “Isky cam?”

“During the early development of flatties Ed Iskenderian began grinding camshafts to improve the performance of the early Ford V8 engines.”

“I’m not into racing or any of the hot rod lingoes, so sometimes you’ll have to explain things to me,” Phillip admitted.

“Besides the Isky racing cam to help increase compression ratio and performance Jimmy installed special performance valves, springs, pistons, rods, bearings and also modified the oiling system to get more oil to the bearings. Once the engine was assembled he put Edelbrock heads and Edelbrock intake with two Stromberg carbs on top. To finish things off they added Mallory dual points distributor, special “Y” exhaust headers and high performance water pumps.”

“Sure sounds cool, so do you work on it?” Phillip asked.

“Nope, never really got into mechanical things.”

What can it run the quarter mile?” He asked.

“Don’t know. Never run it. Dad and Jimmy were gonna run the drag strip after he got back from Vietnam, but he never made it back. So, the damn thing sat in the garage covered up for a couple years. Then when I got my license dad asked me if I wanted it, if not he was gonna sell it. I didn’t want to see it sold so I got it.”

“Now this super cool car is yours.”

“Yeah.”

We arrived at Phillips house. I ask to use the phone to call home and check in and then call Darleen to tell her I wouldn’t be coming over. Of course she questioned me about where I was, what I was doing, on and on like we were married. Phillip had already gone up to his room. As I enter his bedroom he was sprawled on the bed naked. “Take your clothes off and get on the bed.”

I got undressed and took a place next to Phillip before asking, “What happens now,” a little nervous about what was next to come. Neither of us full boned up my new sex buddy reached over and flicked my nipple. My nipples and cock instantaneously became hard. “My I see these appear to be connected to your dick, like my old buddy.”

“Oh yeah my nipples are super sensitive. What about you?”

“No. My nipples don’t react to touch,” Phillip said.

Phillip rolled over putting his mouth to my right nipple. He began biting and sucking on it while his thumb and forefinger on his right hand played with my left nipple. In no time I was bucking, moaning, groaning, and then shot a huge load all the way up to the top of my chest and face. “I can see we’re gonna have lots of fun together this summer,” Phillip said. As he began licking the cum off my chest and face.

by Nathan Amsterdamn

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