Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2013 08:24:17 -0800 (PST)
From: August Zellner <ahzellner@att.net>
Subject: Julian - Day 1

JULIAN

Introduction and Disclaimer

This is a story about a man who falls in love with a boy who falls in love
with a girl who shows them both a new world.  I did not know I was going to
write this story.  I thought writing erotic stories was just a phase I was
going through, and I thought I was finished with that phase.  But then as I
began to prepare for a solo trip out of town, I started indulging myself
with fantasies about meeting a boy on that trip, and a few weeks before I
left I suddenly felt compelled to start writing it down.  But by the time I
was finished with the "real" trip, I had only written up to about Day 3 of
the "fantasy" trip and kind of lost interest and set the whole thing aside.
But I actually did like the part I had written, and I knew where the story
was going, so over time I occasionally returned and added more to it until
– tadahh! – now it's done, and you can read it and decide if you like
this little story as much as I do.

This story involves nudity, sexual activities and sexual situations between
young boys and girls under the age of 18, as well as an erotic but only
sort-of-consummated-in-a-very-peculiar-way relationship between a man and a
boy (although the man fantasizes – a lot – about consummating the
relationship).  As your author I do not condone or advocate such
activities.  All characters, situations, and story lines are completely
fictional. If this story is illegal in your jurisdiction, or if you are not
of legal age to read this story, please do not read it.  You have been
warned.

I should also point out that although the story is based on a real
cross-country trip, any shit-hole described in this story is completely
fictional.  As far as I know, there isn't even one shit-hole in the entire
state of Georgia, and there is certainly no shit-hole associated with or
anywhere near to the Fresh Links Vacation Resort in Indiana – so don't
bother trying to sue me for defamation!  As far as I know, all the
employees at the Fresh Links Resort are highly-paid professionals and they
all live in mansions.  And last but not least, I have met the real
proprietor of the Red Barn General Store and as far as I can tell he is NOT
a pedophile.  So there.

Day 1

I was driving alone through rural Georgia, having taken a side trip off
I-75 on my way north from Macon.  Instead of suffering through Spaghetti
Junction or the beltways of Atlanta on my way to Tennessee, I was cruising
up US 129 and State Road 53, through towns like Madison and Watkinsville.
I had the time.  It was early Saturday morning, and I didn't need to be in
Indiana until Sunday night.  Later today I'll stop in Chattanooga and "See
Rock City" and Ruby Falls, then stay overnight somewhere in Tennessee.
Tomorrow I'll spend a few hours at Mammoth Cave in Kentucky – then it's
on to Indiana with no problem.

Somewhere near the small town of Jefferson I saw a hitch-hiker.  Holy shit
– it looks like a young migrant worker boy, maybe 12 or 13 or something!
There he stands in his dirty khaki cargo pants with a little bit of his
blue underwear sticking out, no shirt and bare feet!  Messy black hair and
deep bronze skin – oh god he was ssssooooo beautiful!  And there he was
with his thumb sticking up, ASKING to get picked up.  I pulled over, unable
to resist the temptation of having a half-dressed young brown boy ride
along with me for a while.

Once I pulled over I let the passenger side window down – to give the
boy a chance to look me over if he wanted, before deciding whether to get
in the car.  And that's just what he did, leaning his arms on the car door
and taking a look at me.  He was a little out of breath in the summer heat,
and as he exhaled into the car I could smell his sweaty odor.  He was even
more beautiful up close.

"So, ya wanna ride with an old white man for a while?" I said.  He looked
at me for a second and said "Sure," and got in.  My heart was pounding as I
pulled back onto the road.  "So," I stumbled, "Ummm, how far are you
going?"  "As far away from here as I can get," he said.  Oh holy shit!  My
mind was racing now – could this boy really be running away from home?
Of course that would be any pedophile's dream – a half-naked runaway
migrant worker boy – a boy on the margins of American society, a boy
that maybe nobody would ever even miss – and now he was right here,
right here in my car! – but the possibilities of something going wrong,
getting arrested and sent to prison even if you haven't really "done
anything," well, those possibilities were almost endless.

I tried to keep my cool.  After a minute I said, "Well if ya wanna get far
away from here, how about Indiana?" "Where'z'zat?" he said.  "Well," I
said, "It's about 500 miles from here, and it's gonna take two days to get
there."  He sat there next to me as I drove my small cross-over SUV up US
129 and thought for a minute, and then he said, "Sounds fine with me."

Oh shit – now what?  That, of course, was the answer my heart wanted to
hear, but it was also the scariest possible answer too.  I needed to come
up with a way to make all this work out, and I needed to do that right now,
before I started driving an under-age half-naked runaway boy across several
state lines.

I saw an old abandoned gas station ahead, so I pulled in there and stopped.
"Um, you can come to Indiana with me, I'd really like that, but we need to
talk about a couple things first," I said.  "Oh shit – what now?" he
said, "Now we gotta talk?  I don't wanna talk, I just wanna get outta here.
I hate it here, I hate everybody here and I just wanna get as far away from
this shit-hole as possible.  So are ya gonna get me outta here or not??
Maybe I should just get out right now and try somebody else!" and he tried
to open the car door but it was still in auto-lock.

"Wait!" I said, "Just - - wait a minute." He hesitated, so I continued,
"I'll take ya, I really will – no problem.  Actually, I really want to -
- and I'm not tryin' to be a pain in the ass - - but - - if I'm gonna take
a kid half-way across the country - - really, there are a couple things we
hafta talk about first.  It'll only take a minute, okay?"  "Like what?" he
said.

"Well," I tried to get my thoughts in order, "A guy like me ... could get
in a lot of trouble, ya know, if somebody said I was trying to kidnap you
or something." Okay, that much is out there, and he's still just looking at
me. "Um, so look," and I pressed the button to unlock everything, "See?
Everything's unlocked.  I'm really not kidnapping you, I'm not gonna do
anything to you, and if I do anything you don't like you're free to go any
time – okay?"

"Well that's pretty stupid," the boy said, " 'Course yer not kidnappin' me
– I want ya ta take me away from here!"

"Yeah I know," I said, "but, I mean, somebody else might not see it that
way."

"Okay, so what else?" he said.  He actually speaks English quite well, I
thought, there's only a little accent.  He's probably been here in the US
most of his life, maybe even all of it.

"Well, does anybody even know you're gone yet?  Or did you just skip out
and not tell anybody?"  "No, I got in a big fight with my old man and he
chased me outta the trailer, so I decided this time I ain't goin' back."

"Right – and ya got no money either, right?  And no clothes besides what
you're wearing, and no shoes, or anything, right?"  "I guess not."  We
looked at each other for a few seconds.

"Well, I'll tell ya what.  I'm not a millionaire or anything, but as long
as you're with me I can certainly take care of ya – buy whatever food ya
want, get ya some clothes, and give you a place to stay too, but you're
always free to come and go as you please the whole time – I mean, that's
what ya want, right?  To be free?"  "Yeah."

"And when we get to Indiana, I'm gonna be staying at a pretty nice place –
it's vacation resort with all kinds of stuff."  "What's a `resort'?"
"Well, it's a nice big place where people go for vacations – so
everybody there is on vacation, and the resort has all kinds of stuff like
a big swimming pool, club house, video game room, basketball courts, bike
rentals, hiking trails, a hot spring and other stuff.  And I'm gonna have a
whole 2-bedroom townhouse there for a week – so you'd have your own
room, and I'll give you a key to the house and you can just have fun and do
whatever you want.  Some of the stuff might cost money to do, but if so I
can pay for it."

"My own room?  For real?"

"Yeah, and since there's a lot of families there on vacation, I'll bet
there'll be a lot of other kids too, so you can, ya know, make some friends
and have fun for a week.  I mean, seriously, I know you're not gonna wanna
be hangin' around with some old geezer for a week when ya could be off
havin' fun."

"You're not that old – I'll bet my uncle Tito is almost as old as you,
and I like him."

"Well, I'd sure like it if you wanna do some things with me – really –
but I'm just sayin', you're not stuck with me for the whole week.  Then at
the end of the week I'll be driving right back through here again on my way
home – so if ya wanna come home, I'll bring ya right back, but really,
it's still up to you – if ya like Indiana you can stay there, or I'll
drop ya off anywhere ya want on the way back."

"So what's the catch?" he said after a minute. "I mean, are ya some kinda
pervert or somethin', and ya wanna suck my dick for a week?"

He must have just been looking for my reassurance that no, of course I'm
not a pervert – but instead I was suddenly so embarrassed that I turned
beet red!  "Oh SHIT!" he blurted out, "That's really it!"

"Wait!" I said, "Just - - wait a minute." Again he hesitated, just long
enough for me to plead, "I told ya, I'm not gonna do anything to ya, and if
I ever do anything you don't like you're always free to go any time –
okay?"  He did not jump out of the car and run off.  "Seriously – I'm
not gonna do anything to ya – for real."

He did not jump out of the car and run off.

"But ya really are a perv, right?"

"Ummmm, yeah ..."

"And that's why ya picked me up – cuz ya like lookin' at me?"

"I promise – I won't ever ever do anything to ya ..."

"I ain't no gay boy, so ya BETTER not do anything ..."

"Fine - - Fine!" I said, "Like I said, I'm not going to - - and I know this
sounds really weird, but I wouldn't even want to be with some faggoty
little gay boy anyway.  I only like real boys – straight boys ..."

Suddenly the boy got a big shit-eating grin. "But ya wanna look, right?
Hey old man – take a look!" and he turned in his seat so he was leaning
back against the passenger side door with his beautiful brown body facing
me, giggling while I was totally humiliated.  There he sat, giggling like a
little turd, and I couldn't resist – I had to look.  He even spread his
legs apart, with one pretty little bare foot on the floor and the other on
the console between the seats, so his left knee rested upright against the
passenger seat.  Suddenly I was captivated by his open crotch, and by his
bare belly as it jiggled every time he laughed.  I stared helplessly like a
total shithead.

"And you're gonna take me with ya, and pay for everything, and buy me
anything I need, and let me do whatever I want – just so you can look at
me for a week?  Holy shit!" he declared.  "Let's go!" and he giggled some
more.

It took me a minute to sort of recover from my embarrassment, after which I
said a little sheepishly, "Well all right then ..." and I put the car in
gear and pulled back onto the highway.  As soon as we reached 15 mph I
heard the auto-lock click, so at least I knew the door he was leaning back
on wouldn't accidently open.  No seat belt, but right now that seemed like
a pretty minor consideration ...

From where he was now sitting, he could see that I had the rear seats
folded down so the whole back of the car was open flat.  My suitcase was
laying way in the back by the rear hatch, but up closer to us was a pillow.
He reached over and got the pillow and set it up against the passenger side
door so he could sit back comfortably, even as he displayed himself to me
while I drove along alternately trying to watch the road and sneak a few
looks at him.

"So what's your name?" I said.  "Julian. What's yours?"  "Scott," I lied.
Was he lying too?  I have no idea.  "How old are you?" I asked.  "16."
"You're lying," I said, "You don't look anywhere near 16.  So how old are
you really?  And before you answer that, just remember – for a guy like
me, the younger the better ..." Well, now I was getting brave, eh? –
encouraging him to lie in the other direction ... "Okay so I'm 11," he
said.  "Now that's more like it," I said.

Then I realized there was one other piece of housekeeping that I had to
deal with right away.  "So look," I said, "before we go much further you're
gonna have to call somebody and tell them what you're up to, so they
shouldn't worry about you."  "Oh maaaaannn!" he said.  "Yeah really,
because otherwise by tomorrow your face is gonna be all over the TV, and
then the cops'll be haulin' me off to jail and draggin' you back home to
your dad."  I figured he wouldn't like that option very much, and sure
enough he didn't.

"So anyway, I'm not gonna let ya use my phone to do that, but before we're
out of Georgia I'm gonna get one of those pay-as-you-go phones for you and
put some time on it.  If you get along with your uncle Tito like you said,
maybe you could call him, and he can pass the word along.  Tell him you
left after the fight with your dad but you're coming back in a week, and
give him the cell phone number so he knows he can always check on ya and
know you're all right.  If ya want, tell him not to give the number to
anybody else.  Well, tell him whatever you want, cuz like I said before I'm
not kidnapping you and you can do as you please."  "Okay," Julian said.

After that I just drove along for a while and we looking at the scenery and
occasionally made small talk.  Of course, in my case the scenery included
Julian, and I gradually got comfortable with the idea that I could look at
him as much as I wanted, and he'd let me do that, and I really, really
wanted to do that, so that after a while he was almost the only scenery I
was looking at, my eyes were alternating between paying attention to my
driving and staring directly at Julian's open crotch.  I even did this as
we were driving thru McDonald's for lunch (his idea), in fact sitting in
the drive-thru line and in a parking space while we ate gave me even more
time to stare at Julian's crotch, and then let my eyes wander and take in
every little part of his half-naked body.  God he was pretty!

As we got close to I-75 I pulled into a 7-Eleven store.  I needed gas
anyway, so I said this is where I'm gonna get your phone.  "Also, somewhere
along the line I'm gonna have to get you a T-shirt and some shoes.  As much
as I like you better with no shirt on, we're gonna be stopping at places
that won't let ya in without a shirt and shoes."  "Okay," he said, "like
where are we stoppin'?"

I pointed to a billboard across the highway.  "See that?" I said.  The
billboard was split into two parts – one side said "See Rock City" and
the other said "Ruby Falls."  "We're gonna go there this afternoon."
"Cool!" he said.

While I pumped gas and looked around inside for the phone and some snacks,
Julian used the bathroom. When I returned to the car there he was, sitting
sideways in the passenger seat again.  Once I had his phone set up I
entered his number into my phone, and mine into his.  Then I handed it to
him to make his call.  I have no idea who he called or what he told them
because the whole conversation was in Spanish, but by the time we were
passing the I-75 Tennessee Welcome Center he was finished.

Chattanooga is not a big city, but once we got off I-75 there was plenty of
strip commercial crap to drive through on the way to Rock City.  Seeing an
Outlet Center with a Payless Shoe Store, we stopped.  I pulled a T-shirt
out of my suitcase.  It was way too big for him, but I said "Put this on
for now so they'll let ya in the store.  When we get to Rock City, I'll buy
you a T-shirt at the gift shop before we go in" (which I did). While I had
the suitcase open, I also pulled out my camera and camcorder.  "Hope ya
don't mind if I take pictures and movies of ya," I said as I fumbled to
switch out the memory card in the camera with one I could hide from my
family when I got home.  "I should've known," he said.  Then before he put
the shirt on, he posed for the first few photos.

Well as I said before, it was Saturday afternoon, in fact it was the third
Saturday in June so it was summer vacation, so Rock City and Ruby Falls
were both very crowded.  That wasn't so much of a problem at Rock City
other than the parking lot being almost full.  If you've never been there,
Rock City is at the top of Lookout Mountain where there are a whole lot of
large boulders and a spectacular view of the whole surrounding region (thus
the name of the mountain and its strategic importance during the Civil
War).  You walk on a path through the different boulder formations on your
way to the viewpoint, and you can take as much time as you want, but
there's no waiting even if it's crowded.

Ruby Falls was a different situation.  It's halfway down the mountain, and
it's actually a cave tour with an impressive waterfall inside the cave.
You have to take an elevator from the gift shop down to the cave, there's
only one elevator and it only holds about 20 people.  Therefore, when Ruby
Falls gets crowded you end up with really long lines and wait times
comparable to anything you might experience at a popular ride at Disney
World.  The ticket line went all the way out the door and snaked around on
the walkway outside, and then we had to wait on the line for the elevator
too.  It was almost an hour before we started the tour down in the cave,
and then it turns out that most of the cave is very narrow so your tour
group has to keep stopping to wait for other groups to pass by going the
opposite direction.

But wouldn't you know it – all these lines, and all these crowds of
families with their children, only provided plenty of opportunities for
Julian to flirt with just about every pretty little girl we passed by!  My
heart was just melting the whole time watching him!  Of course, many of the
parents yanked their little girls away as soon as they noticed what was
going on, but some of them didn't and some of those little girls flirted
right back!  Wow, if this is what this whole week is going to be like, I
can hardly wait!

Having discouraged Julian from totally pigging out on snacks at the gift
shop, once we were on I-24 heading toward Nashville I said, "Let's find a
nice restaurant to have dinner at."  Julian laughed again.  "Now it sounds
like yer tryin' ta take me out on a date or somethin'!"  "Nooooo!!" I
said. "I just wanna go someplace nicer than McDonalds."  "Oh sure," he
said, "ya just wanna take me out for dinner and then bring me back to your
motel room, that's all."  It was embarrassing, but it was funny too and I
had to laugh along with him.  He was sssoooooo cute.

Pretty soon I saw a sign for a Golden Corral, which I figured would be a
winner because it had a big selection for Julian to choose from.  After we
ate we continued through Tennessee and I looked for a hotel.  I was trying
to find one of those "Inns & Suites" places so I could get a "suite" which
is just a bigger nicer room and actually doesn't cost that much more.  Soon
– tadahhhh! – found one and we stopped for the night.

Once we were settled in our room I said, "Well, kid, you REALLY need a
shower – and while ya do that I'll take your clothes down to the laundry
room."  "Yeah, I guess you're right," he said as he sat there flicking the
TV remote trying to find something to watch.  Then he tossed the remote
down on the bed, rolled over and looked at me and busted out laughing
again.  "Yeah right!  So now I gotta take my clothes off and give 'em ta
you, and ya never bought me anything else to wear today!"  "Oh well!" I
said, "But ya gotta admit, ya need a shower and your clothes are dirty."

"Funny how that worked out for ya!" he said.  Then he stood up facing me,
and let me film him as he put on kind of a strip-tease until his clothes
were lying in a pile, turned and walked into the bathroom.  I zoomed in on
his cute brown ass as he walked in (I will describe his penis in detail
later – but not now).  Then he closed the door behind him and I heard
him turn on the shower.  I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV to
remove all distractions, then sat on the bed right where Julian had been
sitting and listed to the sound of the shower, and for the first time let
myself fantasize uncontrollably about a naked young golden brown Central
American native boy showering only a few feet away from me right now.  I
started playing with my hard-on through my pants, flipping through the
photos in my camera and replaying all the images I had in my mind from that
day of every little part of his beautiful body, and even played the video
of those few seconds when he was naked in front of me, and when he turned
to walk into the bathroom, and when his pretty little ass cheeks jiggled as
he walked in there, and ... holy shit!  I am so hooked on this boy!

Well after a few minutes of that I was able to get myself back under
control, and I picked up Julian's clothes, and the camera and camcorder,
and headed down to the laundry.  Yes, I smelled the front of his underpants
before tossing them in the wash – so sue me okay?  Actually, they were
not really underpants, they were an old pair of blue running shorts.  Hey
maybe I can get him to wear just these sometimes?

Well, doing the laundry takes a while and I didn't want to piss Julian off
by running upstairs to gawk at him naked, and besides that gave me plenty
of time to call my wife and tell her I was safe and where I was, and talk
for a while, and then look at my photos and replay my videos in slow
motion, and pause the video and zoom way into the frames that showed
Julian's penis and rub my crotch while I did that because there was really
nobody else in the laundry, so by the time I did get back up to the room
with the clothes nicely cleaned and dried and folded he'd been out of the
shower for some time and there he was – laying in his bed, remote in
hand, Cartoon Network on the TV, and fast asleep.  Yes, I toyed with the
idea of hiding his clothes ... but no, after gazing at my young native boy
for a few minutes, and watching his tummy rise and fall with each breath, I
just set his clothes down beside him and then headed off to take my own
shower.  If I was going to take him to Mammoth Cave for a few hours
tomorrow and still get to the resort at a decent hour, I wanted to be ready
to make an early start.  Did I fantasize about Julian and jerk off and cum
all over the floor of the shower?  Yes.  Did I clean it up?  No.  Instead I
stood there for a couple of minutes looking at my own cum on the shower
floor and stroking my cock and fantasizing about Julian ... and then I
grabbed my towel and got out.  But I'm not going to describe these
fantasies to you right now – instead I'll tell you all about them later
on while I am describing in detail Julian's beautiful penis, and his
wonderful balls, and his wrinkly scrotum, and his beautiful ass, and
... and ...