Episode Six

But now the fun was over.  Out on a dusty track next to that field was an ATV that was severely damaged.  It was Saturday morning, and Tim and Dave woke up in each other's arms after a few hours sleep.  Dave confronted Tim about who was going to pay not only for the tires and seat of the ATV, but even for Dave's beloved motorcycle seat.  He had figured they were looking at about $500 to $800 in total damage for both vehicles.  That's a lot of money for a guy like Tim to have!  Even to Dave, that was a lot of cash to shell out for one night's fun.  Tim moved over to the kitchen table.  He sat down and his leather jacket was open showing a smooth chest.  His hair was disshelved due to sleeping and the motorcycle helmet he used last night.  Dave remarked to himself how even better looking Tim looked this morning to him.  Maybe it was better light, or maybe it was the beginnings of a buddyship, or even a lover.  Dave didn't know which, but did know that Tim was young, very virile and good looking, and sexy as hell in those tight levis and leather biker jacket.  And for the moment, at least, he was all Dave's.  He thought that there were many guys out there who would have easily paid $800 to spend a whole night with Tim, and indulge in wild acts and fantasies, so maybe if Dave paid for his bike or the ATV it wouldn't be so bad after all.  While he was feeding Tim some cereal and toast, he threw the newspaper classifieds in front of him.

"What is this?" Tim asked while gulping down his cereal and toast.  He was really hungry, and all the action last night had burned up a lot of energy in this young teenage vandal stud.

"It's the obits, you dunce!  I wanted to see if you or I were in there!  No, it's the classified ads.  And you know what classified ads are for my little Einstein?"

Tim got a smirk on his young face, and Dave just knew he was going to smart off to him.  "Yeah, you can use them to find used ATVs he said, laughing so hard he almost choked on his cereal."

"Yeah, funny, guy."  It had just dawned on him that Tim was halfway serious about his remark.  His ATV slashing fetish was so severe he'd actually think of finding them by looking in ones for sale in the classifieds.  Boy, did he have a severe fetish or what!

"No, I want you to find a part time job, like after school and weekends."

"Huh?"  Tim looked up from his cereal in disbelief, with that expression that says "who the hell do you think you are, my dad?"

"Yeah, you are going to earn enough money to pay me for my bike's seat, and for the ATV."

"The ATV?  Man, that's history.  I don't want to pay for that!  If I paid for everything I trashed, man I'd be working forever!"

"Welcome to adulthood, Tim.  Now because I love you, and because I care about you, and because I don't want you to screw up your life any more than you have, I'm going to insist that you get a job to pay me back for the damage that has been done in the past 24 hours."

"Shit man, that must be hundreds of dollars."

"Yeah, try about 500 to 800 dollars, dude!"

Tim took a deep breath and sighed heavily.  "Ok, well I owe you for your bike seat, so I'll try to find the money to pay for it.  But I ain't going to pay for that ATV you and I trashed last night."

"Oh, like it was something I talked you into, eh?  Well guess again buddy.  You were going to slash my bike tires if I even so much as tried to get away, remember?"

"Oh, yeah.....I guess you're right.  I thought that I could pay you for your bike in sex or something like that."

"Tim, I love you like a brother.  And yes, cuming with you is quite hot, I'll admit.  But I don't want our relationship to be one where I'm paying you for sex, or it is a worthless relationship, of no value to either of us."

"I don't know where I'm going to get the money."

"Well, why do you think I tossed you the classifieds?"

"There's probably only minimum wage shit in there, and I don't want something like that."

"Sorry, buddy, but you'll just have to find something besides prostitution or drugs to get the money to pay me and the ATV owner back.   I suggest you start looking this morning."

"Ok, ok, I'll look today.  You know, Dave, sometimes you can be a real pain in the ass!"  Tim was smiling, so Dave knew he got the message.

"And while you are out digging up a job so you can pay for your vandalism spree, I'll go over and talk to the owner of the ATV and see what can be worked out."

"Holy shit, man, you aren't going to tell him I did it, are you?"  Tim was really shaken.

"No, I'm just going to tell him that a neighborhood teen did it, and decided to pay for the damage done.  Hopefully he won't press me for a name."

"Man, you can't betray me!  I'm 18 and they can really throw the book at me for that shit now."

"Oh, are you just realizing that?  Like I said, welcome to adulthood, Tim!  Look, each of us in our relationship has responsibilities.  Yours is to be honest with me, help me cum in my skintight levis, and don't screw me around the next time we go somewhere--oh, and to get a job to pay for your slashing sprees.  I have a responsibility to care about you, to try to keep you from going to prison, and eventually make you--or at least help you--become a contributing member of society, not some twenty-something crazed tire slashing vandal who will someday go to prison for a long time or get his ass shot off by some bike owner who isn't as understanding as I am."  Dave could see that he was slowly getting through to Tim.  But Dave knew it would be a long hard road from Tim to give up his vandalistic tendencies.  But if he was willing to try, then Dave was willing to love him enough to help.  And Dave also thought that if he could keep Tim's cum-level drained most of the time (which Dave had to admit to himself had a huge side benefit--getting to "milk" a young virile teenager at every possible opportunity was a huge turn on it itself to him) that a lot of his slashing would turn from reality to fantasy.  Or at the very least, that Dave would train him to pay for the shit he trashed, which he knew would be a huge challenge.

After grabbing a bite to eat and a quick shower, Tim was ready to go find a job--at least Dave hoped that was what he was going to do.  "Tim, you want to borrow one of my pairs of jeans that aren't so skintight and cum-stained for your job search?  Some people might not think you are serious if you show up to a job interview in those ultra sexy hot levis."

"Hey, Dave, I look at it this way.  If I cannot WORK at a job in my skintight levis, I don't want the job at all!  So this way, they know what kind of guy they are going to get from the start."  Dave had to admit that Tim's logic made a strange kind of sense.  But he also knew it would pretty much eliminate Tim's chances from getting a job in a gift shop or other "clean" area.  A guy in skintight faded cum-stained levis and black leather biker jacket just might not fit in in a typical mall-type store.  Tim called home to tell his mom he was still alive, and then headed out on his job search.  Dave told him to come back over later that afternoon and he'd let him know how the ATV guy worked out, and also find out how Tim's job search worked out.

Dave got showered, and since he was going to visit a farm-type homestead to discuss the vandalized ATV, thought he should dress the part.  So he lost the skintight cum-stained levis and put on some Slim Fit Tightass Wrangler jeans he had.  Man, they were really tight and nicely faded, but didn't look like they'd be out of place on a farm or ranch.  Without underwear, Dave's cock bulged a bit, but it was not too noticeable, and he pointed it up toward the belt buckle so as to not have a really big bulge going down his tight jeans leg.  After all, he knew that seeing that ATV with its slashed tires and totally slashed seat would definitely arouse him whether or not he wanted it to.

He put on his levis jean jacket (losing the black leather) and after approving of his "non biker, non vandal" appearance, got in his car and headed out to the scene of the crime, with checkbook in hand.  All the way there he was thinking of what he'd say.  He pulled up to the farmhouse not far from the field where the ATV presumably still sat in its "remodeled" condition.  He knocked on the door, and a 50-ish lady answered the door.

"Hi, I was wondering if someone here owns the ATV that is parked about 1000 feet south of here in a field."  Man, he was feeling really squirrelly asking this stupid question.  But there was no way else to do it he thought.

"Well......yes, I believe so," the lady responded slowly as if wondering why the hell Dave was asking such a stupid question.  She turned toward the stairs.  "Seth, there's somebody here to see you!" she yelled toward the stairs.  Dave was expecting some 50-ish rugged farmer type to come down the stairs.  However, it didn't turn out that way.  Instead, down came a young guy, maybe 22 or so, about 6' 1", 180 lbs, broad shoulders and sandy hair, and a really nice pair of slim fit Wranglers that fit really tight.  "Yeah, mom, who is it?" the young stud asked as he approached the door.  Oh, it was the son we were dealing with here, something much better than anticipated, for Dave knew that younger guys would better understand the Tim type of character, and may not get so bent out of shape when he saw his formerly beautiful ATV out in the field, completely trashed.

"Honey, this man is asking about your four-wheeler out in the field."

"Has someone been hurt?" came his immediate reply of concern.

"Hi, well, actually no, but, uh, can we talk outside."  Dave didn't want to tell him about Tim with his mom present, for he was sure she'd not really appreciate the Tim type of character.  The two went out on the porch, and then out on the front area of the farmhouse.

"Hi, I'm Dave," he said, shaking his hand.

"I'm Seth," he replied.  "But you probably already knew that from my mom.  Now what's this about my ATV?"

"Uh, I'm afraid its been damaged a bit."  Dave had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing at the huge understatement he was giving Seth.

"Oh, no, what happened?  Did someone run into it?  Its not really near the road if I remember where I got off it last."

"Uh Seth, can we go out there?  I think things will be clearer then."

"Mom, I'm going out to check on the ATV with Dave. "

"Nothing's wrong is there?" came the reply through the screen door.

"I don't know.  I'll let you know when I get back."

"Ok."

"I got another ATV in the barn that we can use to go out there."  The two dudes in skintight wranglers headed toward the barn in the crisp morning air.  Dave followed Seth to the barn, and was noticing how well his tight wranglers fit his bubble butt.  Dave was almost sure he was not wearing underwear, which in itself would have been pretty hot for this farm boy.  Seth started up the ATV and Dave hopped on behind him, and the two headed out to where the other one was.  This ATV was very similar to the other one he thought.  Nice ride, nice balloon tires, and very nice soft seat to cushion the bumps.  Dave was a bit worried how Seth would take seeing his other ATV so trashed, but soon the two tight wranglers dudes were going to find out.

They could see the ATV off in the distance in the morning haze, and as they approached a little closer, something seemed amiss to Seth.  It was pretty obvious that all the tires were flat, and one could easily see that the seat had been shredded all to shit.

"Holy shit, man!" Seth exclaimed as the two approached the wounded ATV.  "Shit, look what someone's done to my ATV!"  Seth stopped the ATV a few feet from the vandalized one and jumped off before Dave could even start to.  He approached the damaged ATV and seeing this young cowboy in his skintight wranglers look at Tim's (and, well, Dave's) handiwork made Dave just a bit hard.  He could feel his cock growing in his skintight jeans, and was hoping he would not get a huge hard on over this or Seth might really wonder what the hell is going on.

"Damn, my ATV!  My ATV!  Someone's really fucked it up bad!" was Seth's statement that he said several times in disbelief.

And now Dave had the unfun task of telling this young stud that he knew exactly who it was that fucked up his beautiful ATV.  "Oh shit," Dave thought to himself, "why the hell did I ever come out here today!"

[end of episode six]
 

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