Tim the Teenage Vandal:
Episode 8: Dave and Seth Become
Fast Friends
Tim Gets a Job! (Well, two!) (You'll never
guess where!)
Episode Eight
Well, Dave and Seth rode the working ATV over to "The Pit" and parked in a low lying area."I see why you call this "The Pit," Dave told Seth. "It is really hard to see this place from anywhere else around since it is low lying.
Dave and Seth then approached each other and eyed each others skintight Wranglers. Damn, Seth's hard cock was so fine looking through those skintight slim fit faded jeans!
"Ok, now, I'll be the football player, er, Andy, and you can be Seth, OK?"
"Yeah, sure," Seth said with a smile as he moved closer to Dave and began to feel him all over. Soon his hands were down to Dave's skintight faded Wranglers, and Dave was still rock hard from the earlier conversation with Seth.
"This is how I'd rub Andy, and he seemed to really like it. Rub his skintight levis really hard and feel his hard meat through the tortured jeans."
Andy felt Dave's skintight jeans all over, and then pumped him until Dave finally came in the tight jeans. But he didn't have much to pump, for Tim had drained him of most of his hot manjuices just a few hours before!
Then they reversed the roles and Dave then had the extreme pleasure of feeling off Seth's incredibly skintight faded slim fit Wranglers. Seth was feeling great pleasure from Dave's actions. Soon, it was too much for Seth, and he pumped a huge load of hot cum in his tortured Wranglers, and it seeped through the faded denim. Dave then rubbed it all over and around Seth's tight jeans to the delight of both guys. Dave and Seth then kissed and hugged each other as if to thank each other for the pleasures that both had brought to each other this morning.
"Now, about my ATV, Dave," Seth mentioned after they both calmed down a bit from their sexual orgasms.
"Ok, I told you that the person who did the damage would pay for it, and he will, but it may take a few weeks before he can earn enough money to do it."
"I take it from what you are saying that this must be a teenager, since they are always broke."
"Well, let's just say he is not really old, or really rich!"
"What would it take for me to meet this guy," Seth took Dave by surprise.
"Huh? You want to meet this guy? Well, don't worry, he'll pay for the tires and seat, I'll see to that."
"No, Dave, I mean I want to meet this guy because he sounds really hot to me."
"Oh, well, I don't know. I'd have to talk to him and see. But I want you to know I'm trying to have him give up his vandalistic ways because in the long run, he'll really suffer if he does not."
"Does he like to wear skintight jeans?"
"Yeah, sure, Seth, I suppose so. Why do you ask." Dave laughed inside at what was a huge understatement.
"Do you think he'd be willing to feel off a guy if he was forgiven some of the money he owed?"
"I don't know man, we don't want to reward him for his wanton vandalistic slashing of your tires and seat, now, do we?"
"Well, no, but he does sound really hot to me, and getting felt off by such a tough vandal would turn me on pretty hard I'd say!"
Dave wasn't sure what to say. "Well, I'll see what he thinks about all that."
"OK."
Seth smiled, "Want to help me get the vandalized ATV back to my barn?"
"Sure, let's do it."
Dave and Seth drove the good ATV back to the house where they picked up a truck with a trailer and headed over to the trashed ATV. They got out, and Dave was really hard seeing that vandalized ATV, and even harder handling it and rolling it onto the trailer. His hand felt the slashed seat, the very seat that he had helped to slash and ruin just a few hours before.
Dave thought to himself, "What irony in getting to handle this ATV with its totally slashed seat and slashed tires, and I was the one who had done a lot to slash it up in the first place But what Seth does not know won't hurt him."
Dave was just a bit suspicious that Seth wanted to meet Tim because maybe Seth thought that the slashing of the ATV's soft leather seat and balloon tires had been done by Dave himself, alone. Well, Seth could not prove anything, and Dave thought that maybe later on, after they had become really good friends, Dave might spill the beans about what really happened to Seth's ATV that night, and by whom.
They got the ATV back to the barn, and Seth and Dave exchanged phone numbers, and looked at each others now-stained and slightly damp skintight Wranglers for one last look. Dave said he'd call Seth when a payment arrangement could be worked out.
Dave headed back home, for it was time to confront Tim on what he was going to do about the vandalized ATV. This had been one of the first times that Dave had cum in his skintight Wranglers, and he did not realize how good they felt on his crotch and ass. After all, these were the "slim fit" jeans and they lived up to their deserved name. Dave would have to enjoy his skintight Wranglers more often, and maybe see which jeans, levis or wranglers, turned on Tim the most, and brought the most pleasure to Tim. And of course Dave did not mind a bit of pleasure himself, either, once in a while!
Dave called Tim, and he came over to Dave's house. As it was cool outside, Tim was in his leather jacket, and his skintight faded levis, naturally. Tim came into the house, where they fondled each other and kissed each other for a few minutes.
Dave explained to Tim about meeting Seth and what had taken place. Well, not everything, he left out the part about cumming with Seth with each in their skintight slim fit wranglers. Dave was still in his skintight wranglers. Dave then told Tim, "Dude, you gotta get a job to pay the hundreds it will take to pay for the guy's ATV slashed seat and tires."
"Was he really pissed?"
"Yeah, and he's a pretty cool guy. His name is Seth, and he's willing to work with you on the repair costs, ok?"
"Ok, so what do you suggest?"
Dave replied, "I suggest you get at least a part time job so you can pay Seth back--that's what I'd suggest."
"Man, if you hadn't been there, Dave, I would not be having to pay back this guy for his ATV that I vandalized. Ok, I will do it. Got a newspaper?"
"Hell, Tim, if I hadn't been there, neither would you have been! Who do you think took you? Let's not forget who started the whole thing outside with my motorcycle seat!"
Tim promised he'd not slash anything that night, said goodbye and took the paper and headed home. The next day, Tim came by Dave's house, pretty excited. As usual, Tim was in his skintight faded levis and leather biker jacket. Seeing him decked out in those tight faded tortured jeans in the bright sunlight got Dave really hard on and horny in his tight levis.
"Well, Dave, I got not only one job, but I got TWO! And they're perfect for me!"
"What, how'd that happen?"
"I don't know. It must just be my winning personality! But I got two jobs, but both are part time."
"Well, tell me all about it!"
"Well, one is at the motorcycle dealer here in town, and the other is at the tire dealer here in town." Tim really beamed, for he know he had shocked Dave.
"No shit, Tim! You're telling me you got a job at the motorcycle dealer AND the tire dealer? How'd that happen?" Dave could not believe his ears.
"I don't know. It just did. I asked myself where I'd love to work, and of course the answer was around my favorite victims, tires and motorcycles, so I called around to see if any had anything available. Both did. Because of those recent SUV tire recalls, the tire dealer in town is swamped! They were excited to have me come talk to them. Anyway, I work about three hours a day doing odd jobs at the motorcycle dealer, and then three hours at the tire dealer, installing and changing tires, mainly SUV tires for now. Man, these are dream jobs for me!" Tim was beaming.
Dave smiled with a nervous smile.
"Let me get this straight, Tim. You, the best tire slashing teenager in the county now has a job at a tire store, and to add to the fun, you, the best motorcycle vandal in the county has a job at the motorcycle dealer as well? How can this be?"
"Hey, Dave, I know what you're thinking. And I'm not going to use these jobs to destroy or vandalize shit. At least I'll try not to! I don't want to lose my jobs, you know--I just got them! I'll do my vandalism like I always have, late at night!" Tim smiled with that evil smile he sometimes shows.
"Tim, I thought you had, or more accurately, were going to, give up your slashing ways."
"Well, I am, Tim, or at least I'll try to. That is, if you can satisfy me sexually anytime I need it!"
"What! Hey, I'm flattered that you think of me as someone who is fun to jack off with, but I cannot be responsible for your sexual satisfaction all the time, and the resulting vandalism that might take place if you are not satisfied enough!" Dave WAS flattered by this young teenage vandal wanting HIM as his exclusive jack-off buddy. That aroused Dave to no end. But Dave also didn't want to see Tim end up in jail or prison which would no doubt happen if Tim kept going with his tire slashing and motorcycle vandalism.
"Well, I know you'll do your best." Tim was in a very good mood, and it showed. Well, after all, what better place for a guy who loves to slash tires to work but a tire dealer, and a guy who loves to slash the seats on motorcycles to work but a motorcycle dealer. But Dave was a bit concerned that Tim working at those places might prove to be too much temptation to him. It would sort of be like an alcoholic who is trying to reform working in a bar! But hey, he did get the jobs on his own, and he will be making enough money to repay Seth hopefully soon, and who knows, perhaps being a responsible teenager might actually teach him to not vandalize other peoples stuff. But then again, maybe not. Time would tell.
"You know, I do get an employee discount at the motorcycle dealer, so the first thing I'm going to do when I get some money is to order you a new seat. Or maybe two."
"Huh, two?"
"Yeah," Tim said with a grin, "In case I decide to slash your brand new one up again because maybe you didn't feel me off well enough one day."
Dave shook his head. "I've created a monster, and his name is Tim!"
To celebrate Tim getting those dream jobs, Dave put on his leather biker jacket and the two horny young guys embraced each other all over.
"MMMMMM, Tim, today you feel better than ever!"
"You're pretty hot yourself, Dave!" They lay on the leather couch and embraced, kissed, and fondled each others cock buried in their skin tight levis. It wasn't long before both leather and levis buddies pumped their loads in their skintight faded jeans and then feel asleep in each others' arms.
As Tim was leaving after a nice nap in Dave's arms, Dave told Tim, "Look dude, maybe you ought to lay off the vandalism for a couple of days, until I get the business with the ATV taken care of."
Tim agreed, as long as he could come over anytime and enjoy cumming in his tight levis and leather courtesy of Dave. Dave agreed, which was not a hard promise to make! Dave still could not believe in his own mind that the hottest, sexiest teenage tight levis and leather knife vandal was all his. It was like a dream, and Dave thought he'd wake up any moment to only have none of it true. In Dave's heart he wanted the best for Tim, and sometimes it was difficult to balance Dave's desire for jacking off with this handsome hot teen vandal with his desire to not see Tim in prison for all his adult life.
Dave later called Seth and told him he might be able to get the new ATV seat to replace the slashed one and four new tires at a discount, and for Seth to not buy them himself. Seth agreed, and asked Dave if he would be interested in coming by later. Dave was still horny, naturally, so he say yes, and headed over to Seth's place a bit later after Tim had gone home. Dave was not ready for Seth to meet Dave just yet. In a way, Dave was a bit jealous and didn't want Tim helping any other good-looking young stud cumming in his tight jeans. Dave really enjoyed being the only jack off buddy that Tim had, and maybe even the only real friend. He kind of hoped that both those situations would not change anytime soon.
[end of episode eight]
[to be continued....]
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