Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2013 12:58:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: August Zellner <ahzellner@att.net>
Subject: Julian Day 3

JULIAN

***

Author's note: All the Indiana place names mentioned in this story have
been modified, but they represent the actual cities, counties and even
businesses I visited on my "real" trip to Indiana.  Most names have been
only slightly modified by changing a letter or two to make a different
word.  For example the Hoover National Forest - already mentioned in the
story and which will become more important as the story progresses - is
actually the Hoosier National Forest.  So if you get the urge to open an
Indiana road map such as

http://www.state.in.us/indot/files/StateTransportationMap.pdf
and follow along, it shouldn't be difficult.

***

Day 3

The next morning I again awoke to the sight of Julian climbing onto my bed.
This time the only piece of fabric covering his beautiful body was the
little low-rise briefs I had gotten him yesterday, so now he really was
closer to being totally naked than I had ever seen him (except for those
few seconds the first night when he was on his way into the shower
... those few seconds of video that I had played over and over obsessively
at every discreet opportunity since then).  "What time is it?" I said.
"6:30," he said.  "Again?  You are an early riser Julian!" I replied.  "But
that's great – I really need to get my ass in gear today."  Fortunately
I had also worn one of my new low-rise briefs to bed the night before.
They were nice and soft, and in my stoned state of mind wearing them had
made me feel kind of sexy, although I knew darned well they actually just
looked ridiculous on an old geezer like me (I am not delusional).

"You sure are a handsome kid!" I complemented him.  "You sure are a
pervert!" Julian said, and he was right because as I was gazing at my
handsome young dark latino boy I couldn't keep my mind from replaying all
my fantasies from watching that porn flick last night, imagining Julian
(now so close to me and nearly naked) as he fucked that pretty young girl,
and I was getting another hard-on as he sat right next to me on the bed and
I could watch his ribcage expand and contract with each breath and smell
his funky odor ... and so I fantasized for a moment and looked at him like
a stupid idiot.

"Hey ..." Julian said, snapping me out of it, "Ya wanna kiss my ass,
gringo?"  I was so filled with fantasies and my prick was so hard I blurted
out the stupidest thing imaginable, which was, "Would ya really let me
...?" and he laughed hysterically and said "Fuck you old man!  No way!"
after which he got off the bed and wafted his (low-rise brief covered) ass
in front of my face and sang out, "Nanny nanny nanny! You can't have it!"
and ran off.  I felt like a total douche bag (again).

So now I got up.  And maybe I should point out that now we were both
wandering around the apartment wearing nothing but low-rise briefs –
except that Julian was young and beautiful, and I was a moderately
overweight old geezer.  Julian went downstairs, picked up the TV remote and
made himself comfortable on the living room couch (which was now a turn-on
for me, right?) and started flipping through the channels looking for
cartoons.  Soon he found some.  "Hey, ya got sumpthin' ta eat around here?
I'm kinda hungry," he said.  "Um, no, we never stopped at a food store on
our way here last night," I said, "but there's a couple of restaurants and
quick-food places here in the resort, so we can go there.  And this resort
is right in the town of Fresh Links, too – and even though it's a little
town, you can walk to anything else you need.  And I need to show ya where
everything is anyway so you'll know your way around while I'm gone today –
I know ya don't wanna tag along with me while I go look for dead people
..."  "Uhhhh, yeah well, ackshully NO," he said. "That's what I thought," I
said.

So I grabbed the Resort Directory & Welcome Packet and sat down on the
couch next to Julian and tried to distract him from the cartoons long
enough to show him what he needed to know.  After a minute of not getting
very far with that I grabbed the remote and turned the TV off.  "Hey!" he
said.  "Look," I said, "I need to show ya this stuff, then you can do
whatever ya want," "Oh, okay ..."  So I started showing him where
everything was, like the pool, game room, quick-food places, etc. and he
seemed pretty good with the map, but then suddenly he said, "Hey, I know
what'll drive you crazy!" and he stood up and faced me.  Since I was still
sitting, the beautiful bulge in his low-rise briefs was about eye-level and
that really did drive me crazy – I was suddenly mesmerized and staring
at Julian's bulge.  But he was not finished yet.  "Spread yer legs,
gringo!" he said, which left me just totally stunned.  What was he about to
do??  But when I complied with his instructions, what he actually did was
turn around and sit down in front of me with his cute ass parked right up
against my prick.  Then he laid back against my body and I could
feeeeeeeeel all of his smoooooooth warm golden brown skin rubbing against
mine for the first time ... oooooooOOOOOOOOooooaaaaaaaaahhhhh ... it felt
ssssoooooooo goooooood and I could not help myself I started fantasizing
uncontrollably about every part of his wonderful body that was touching
mine, and how warm he felt, and how his arms were touching mine, and I
could see his neck and shoulders ssssssoooooooo close to my mouth and I
could smell his fragrant odor and I just wanted to grab hold of him and
kiss him and lick his ...

"Hey, gringo," he said, snapping me out of it again.  He had his head
turned around looking at me.  "Aren't'cha gonna show me that stuff?"  "Oh,
yeah ..." I said, and grabbed the Resort Directory & Welcome Packet.  To
leaf through the pages and show it all to him the way we were sitting, I
had to reach around him with both arms and hold the packet in his lap.  I
also had to put my chin on his shoulder and look down the front of his
handsome naked body almost directly at the beautiful bulge in his low-rise
briefs sssooooo close to the Welcome Packet.  Each time I flipped a page as
I walked him through the packet it wafted a little of his body odor up into
my face and I was trying very hard to pay attention to what I was
explaining to him but he smelled ssssoooo gooooood and his naked handsome
soft golden brown body was pressing against me and I could sssseeeeeee his
beautiful nipples only inches from my mouth they were pointing out and I
knew they must be hard and there was a cute little fold in his tummy right
above his belly button and he was an insy and I kept looking at his bulge
and fantasizing about Julian's penis and how he fucked that girl Estrellita
last night on the DVD while she sucked that other boy's cock and ...

"OH SHIT!"  Suddenly Julian jumped up from the couch.  "You got a boner!
You really are a perv!"  he announced, again snapping me out of my stupor
and turning me beet red.  "Ummm – I'm sorry." I said sheepishly, but now
he was laughing and sing-songing:

"You got a bo-ner!  You got a bo-ner!  You are a per-vert Cuz you got a
boner!"

Of course, by this time I felt like a total douche bag.  I fumbled to get
back on track and hope Julian would stop making fun of me.  "Okay, okay –
I'm sorry – anyway I think I showed you everything," I said, and after a
few more refrains of "You got a bo-ner!" he did stop, although he kept
giggling for a while even after that.  And I have to admit, I secretly
liked it ... I liked being sexually humiliated by a handsome young migrant
boy.  It was a turn-on.  He was purposefully driving me crazy and he knew
it.  He was free to dance around the room almost naked like that, teasing
me and turning me on at the same time, and he knew I wouldn't stop him.  In
fact, what I really wanted was more ... more ... I'd have loved it if he'd
pull his low-rise briefs right off and flick his penis in front of me and
laugh at me and humiliate me and call me a pervert ... I could've done that
for hours just gazing at him dancing and laughing ...

But of course, that's not what he did.  Actually he straightened up pretty
quick and said, "Well I'm still hungry, aren't you?"  Hungry ... oh yeah,
hungry ... well, um, how about if I just suck your cock and eat your cum,
ya know, and maybe I'd just eat your cum for breakfast ... ?  Okay, I
didn't say that, but I did think it.

Instead I said, "Well, yeah, so I guess that means we both have to get
dressed, huh?"  And off we both went.  A few minutes later we were both
back in the living room and he was dressed in his cargo pants, the Rock
City T-shirt and shoes.  I didn't see the blue shorts, so I assumed that
meant that he still had the low-rise briefs on underneath.  Anyway, that's
the kind of stuff I was thinking about as I drove Julian down to the
restaurant for breakfast.

It so happens that downtown Fresh Links, small as it is, was undergoing a
major revitalization project funded by federal stimulus money.  All the
streets and sidewalks have been rebuilt around new little public plaza with
a fountain.  Some of the quaint old buildings have been renovated too, but
the restaurant I took Julian to – The Dutchman – was a funky old
place in one of the un-renovated buildings.

"This key will get you in and out of the house, and also in and out of the
resort if you want to go into town," I said.  Julian harrumphed.  "I ain't
goin' inta no town by myself!" he declared.  "I got no proof on me, and I
don't wanna get picked up by INS."  I was at first surprised by this, but I
quickly realized how right he was to be thinking this way.  "Okay, I see
what ya mean," I said, "so just have fun around the resort.  Make some
friends.  Let me give you some money so you can pay for anything you want,
and for lunch and supper – I probably won't be back until about nine
o'clock or so."  I gave him $40 and he seemed quite satisfied with that.  A
short time later I dropped him off at the apartment, we said goodbye and I
was on my way to Vincent to meet the genealogist.

I have no intension of boring you with any details about my family history
research, but I do need to spend just a couple of paragraphs explaining
some things about Fresh Links and southern Indiana that will become
relevant later in the story.  Fresh Links is a very small town in the
middle of asshole-to-nowhere and nearly surrounded by the Hoover National
Forest, so you may wonder why in the world anyone would want to build a
timeshare vacation resort there.  But this place has always had one thing
going for it, and that is the Fresh Links Hot Springs.  There has been a
"grand hotel" at the hot springs ever since 1845, and the little town grew
up to serve the needs of the tourists.  It also so happens that since the
late 1800's there was a very well-known (but illegal) gambling casino
operating at the hotel, which was raided several times over the years and
finally shut down in the 1950's only to be resurrected in the 70's, legally
this time, as the Fresh Links Resort & Casino, where the casino is operated
by a local Indian tribe called The Miami Nation of Indiana.  Isn't every
legalized casino operated by an Indian Tribe?

This is where I should point out that despite its name, the state of
Indiana has absolutely no federally-recognized Indian tribes and exactly
zero Indian reservations within its boundaries.  So in that way it's kind
of like one of those subdivisions named "Hidden Oaks" after all the trees
that had to be cut down to make way for it.  But that doesn't mean there
are no Indian tribes in Indiana.  There are "unrecognized" tribes all over
this great country and if you have ever lived someplace where there is such
a tribe (as I did growing up) or if you by chance are a Native American you
know exactly what I'm talking about.  The largest tribe in Indiana was/is
the Miami Nation, although they were long ago (in the aftermath of the War
of 1812) chased away to a reservation in Oklahoma (and to Florida, which
explains how a city by that name came to be located there).  But as often
happens, an "unrecognized" remnant of the Miami tribe remains in Indiana to
this day.  And being "unrecognized" never stopped any people from knowing
who they really are, or forming a tribal corporation to pursue territorial
disputes and reclaim the tribe's rights to ancient sacred lands – which
in this case included a sacred hot spring known to the white man as Fresh
Links.  So when the resort was in bankruptcy and everyone was suing
everyone else, the final deal to create the Fresh Links Resort & Casino
included turning over the casino rights to The Miami Nation – provided
that they forever gave up their efforts to become federal-recognized
(something the State of Indiana did NOT want because it would greatly
improve the tribe's standing in several other on-going land claims and
lawsuits).

And once you have a grand hotel and legalized gambling, can a championship
golf course and a timeshare vacation resort be far behind?  No.

As for me, I do not gamble or play golf.  But I do own two weeks' worth of
timeshare points and if you don't use them every year you can lose that
year's points, so I was using them for my trip to Vincent and Farmlandville
and this was the closest timeshare resort.  Vincent is the county seat of
Rocks County, three counties away and over an hour's drive from Fresh
Links.  After driving though the Hoover National Forest – a different
part than I had gone through the day before and quite beautiful I might add
– I got on US Highway 15 for the rest of the trip, passing through the
town of Lincoln (also a county seat, this time of David County) on the way.

After meeting with the genealogist at the Rocks County Historical &
Genealogical Library, I spent part of the day going through the records and
family histories they have on file there.  But around the middle of the
afternoon my cell phone rang – it was Julian.  "Is it okay if I bring a
few friends over to the house?" he asked.  "Sure," I said, "but just don't
mess the place up."  "Oh, ya don't have to worry about that!" he declared,
"These kids' families are all part of the resort maintenance and cleaning
staff – and their parents will kill them if they make a mess, right
before they make them clean it all up!"

Immediately I realized – of course!  Of course Julian was going to make
friends with the cleaning crew kids!  Like the cleaning and maintenance
staffs of so many hotels and timeshares all over the country, the Fresh
Links cleaning crew was almost entirely Latino – so Julian had a lot in
common with their kids, and almost nothing in common with the actual resort
guests' kids.  And I'll bet the cleaning crew kids have practically a free
run of the resort, at least on off-hours (as long as they behave!), and
know where everything is, and can get Julian right into the kitchen to get
the best food for free – etc. etc.  "Hey old man," said Julian, "it's
all right if we bring a girl, right?"  I laughed.  "Hey ... they said she's
`easy'."  "You mean `fast'," I said.  "Whatever!"  I laughed again.  Of
course it's all right – it's more than all right.  Now I won't be able
to concentrate on my research for the rest of the day because I'll be
drooling and fantasizing about an under-age gang-bang going on in my
timeshare unit.

And sure enough, I spent the whole rest of the afternoon coming up with
more and better hard-core scenarios for the gang-bang I imagined was going
on at my unit.  Estrellita was kneeling in front of the couch, hungrily
sucking on one boy's cock while Julian fucked her doggy-style.  After he
came with a thunderous orgasm, Julian went right ahead and fucked that
little slut up the ass for a while, until the other boy came too and
Estrellita swallowed as much of his cum as she could.  Then Julian sat down
on the couch and it was his turn to get his cock sucked while the next boy
rammed the little slut from behind.  How many boys had Julian invited over
to help him fuck the shit out of this little bitch?  He hadn't said – so
I was free to imagine any number I wanted – a seemingly un-ending line
of hot young latino boys all ready to take their turn fucking Estrellita
and getting their cock sucked.  Some of them spanked the little slut while
they fucked her, and some of them grabbed her by the neck while she sucked
their cocks, pressing her face right down onto their pricks and almost
choking her (but not quite).  I wondered how many times Julian got back in
that line and fucked Estrellita over and over ... how many times she sucked
his hard cock ... how much cum did she swallow that afternoon before those
boys were finished with her, totally spent, finally free to return to her
nasty old trailer in whatever shit-hole she lived in ...

Well, fortunately I was able to snap out of it a few times and get my
research done, and I also went for a drive around Vincent and Farmlandville
to get familiar with the area.  Now that I had all my info and knew the
area, my plan was to spend tomorrow finding and photographing farm houses,
churches, grave sites and picturesque old small towns.  Then early in the
evening (but remember it was still daylight because sunset wasn't until
after 9 pm) Julian called again.  "Hey dude, the kids are all gone but
Lupita is still here with me."  Oh, so that's her name.  "Okay," I said.
"So anyways," he continued, "we're gonna go down to the pool for a while.
Lupita says it's really cool and they have a lazy river and a water jungle
and stuff.  I never seen anything like that before."  "Oh yeah," I said, "A
lot of resorts have that stuff – have a great time."

"Well, and so, after that, I'm gonna go over to her house, and spend the
night there, all right?"

"Hey, you don't need my permission," I said.  Translation – hey hot
young latino boy, if you're getting that lucky with this girl who am I to
interfere?  I'll just spend my whole night fantasizing about all this and
jerking off.  "So does she live in the town?" I asked.  "No," he said,
"Ackshully, the other kids live in the town, but she lives in the forest –
it's just past the far end of the golf course – she says there's a
barrio back there in the woods."  I guess he didn't want to say "shit-hole"
with his chiquita sitting right there.

At that point there was a moment of a kind of awkward silence, after which
Julian said, "Okay – go ahead and say it!"  "Say what?" I said, but I
knew what he was talking about.  "You know ... you know ..." he said, "I
know it's the truth, but I don't wanna say it out loud – you say it ..."

"Hmmmmmm ..." I said.  "This is pretty stupid, right?" Julian said.
"Noooooo!  No, it isn't stupid at all," I tried to reassure him.  "But ..."
he said, "say it."

"Hmmmmmm ... you mean, I brought you 500 miles away from home to a fancy
vacation resort because you said you wanted to get as far away from your
shit-hole as possible, and now you made friends with all the local barrio
boys, and you're heading off with Lupita to go spend the night at the
closest shit-hole ... ?"

"... all on the very first day ..." he completed my thought.  "Yeah, it's
pretty stupid isn't it?"

"No Julian," I tried again to reassure him, "you just have to follow your
heart, that's all."

What I really thought was that just the fact that he understood the irony
of the situation was a good thing.  So I said a few more words of
encouragement and then ... he was gone, maybe just for the night or maybe,
as far as I knew, forever.

I got back to the resort that evening around 8:30 pm – so it was still
almost an hour before the sun was going to set.  I settled myself in and
when I went into Julian's room, there were most his clothes laying out on
the bed – it was kind of like a display, like he was purposely trying to
drive me crazy by showing me all the clothes he had NOT taken with him –
his cargo pants, his blue shorts, his shoes and socks, his burgundy shorts,
both T-shits ... wow, what was left??  Only the low-rise briefs, which he
must have worn as a swimsuit just the way I suggested.  Maybe he took a
towel?  And after those two young lovers played around at the pool he ran
off to the shit-hole with her just like that – damn near naked!  Oh
Julian – you reeeeaaaaally know how to pull my chain, don't you?

Anyway, I made my evening phone call to my wife and told her I love her and
miss her (which is the truth) and that I was going to go for a walk to
explore around the resort which I hadn't had a chance to do yet but I was
going to have to turn the phone off and put it on the charger because the
battery was just about dead (all of which was also true) and so I'd call
her again in the morning.

What I didn't tell her was that before I went exploring I was gonna get
stoned.  This time, really stoned.  I love getting stoned and going
exploring, but that's not what this story is about so I'm going to skip
over all that and say that by the time I got back to my unit I was
mellowing out a bit and ready to fire up the "Mexican Teenage Pro Girls"
for another round of latino child porn.  Because I was all by myself this
time I was free to just pop it into the DVD player in the living room, get
naked and have a seat on the very couch that last night's porn session had
made into a turn-on for me.

After just sitting there zoning out and getting hard for a few minutes I
randomly selected a different "feature" from the main menu.  While it cued
up I poured some Astroglide on my prick to get everything all nice and
slippery.  The great news was that this "feature" featured the same Julian
as last night, so I didn't have to go through any mental re-adjustment
... but there was a different girl this time, so I turned my head to avoid
seeing her stage name so I could pretend she was Lupita.  And this time it
was just the two of them there on the couch (same couch), French kissing
and making out and feeling each other up, and Lupita was stroking Julian's
hard cock and they were talking softly to each other in Maya-niole.  Then
after a couple of minutes, Julian reached over to the end table and grabbed
a joint, lit it up and those two kids started getting stoned together while
they continued to make out and feel each other up some more between hits.
Perfect.

First Lupita got on the floor and sucked Julian's cock for a while, and
they had plenty of close-ups of that, and she played with his balls to, and
licked his extra-sensitive sperm tube which caused Julian to moan
seductively.  Then it was Julian's turn to get on the floor and eat pussy –
and he seemed to be a real expert at that because Lupita was yelping and
urging him on (well, I assume that's what she was doing because everything
she said was in Maya-niole) and Julian smiled and finger-fucked her while
he aggressively licked her clit.  By this time I had such a raging hard-on
I was having trouble keeping myself from cumming too soon – and I
definitely did not want to cum until Julian was at least part of the way
through fucking that little chiquita doggy-style, which I knew must be
coming up sooner or later – so I had to stop jerking off and just let my
cock throb by itself, and occasionally tickle it a little but not so much
as to send me over the edge.

But in that regard I was in for even more trouble when those two young
teenagers did start fucking, because when Lupita laid back on the couch and
spread her legs nice and wide so Julian could climb on top and thrust his
hard penis deep into her love canal, that turned out to be some of the best
fucking I have ever seen in a porn video.  At first Julian just held his
prick deep inside there for a moment while they looked into each others'
eyes and Lupita swooned, and then ... then he came down on top of her and
those two kids were French-kissing, and making out, and clutching each
other for dear life, and looking into each others' eyes and fucking like a
couple of hot horny young lovers all at the same time.  They were moaning
and fucking and cussing and swooning and ... oh, I don't actually know if
they were cussing because I couldn't understand anything, but all I can say
is this was definitely not the kind of mechanical fucking you usually see
in a porn flick, where the dude and the slut just seem to be going through
the motions for the camera.  No, it looked real to me, like for them the
camera did not exist, like I was watching Romeo and Juliet fuck.  And as I
stared at the screen and watched those kids fuck themselves into a pair of
genuine simultaneous orgasms my prick was throbbing and pounding and I
couldn't stop myself and then those kids screamed and came and Julian
pumped stream after stream of cum deep into Lupita's pussy and I blew my
wad and came all over the coffee table and the couch and the carpet and
everything was a big fuckin' mess!

But after I came I kind of zoned out into a stoned haze for a few minutes
and when I came out of it there they were fucking doggy-style just like I
was expecting, and it was some seriously hot sex, they were both really
getting into it, but I had to grab a towel and start cleaning up the sticky
mess I had created everywhere.  After a little while Julian switched over
and started fucking Lupita up the ass, and that was where he delivered his
second load of cum, by which time I had everything pretty much cleaned up.
I still had to download all my photos from that day onto the laptop for
back-up, and I had to take a shower so I'd be all ready for my next day's
worth of looking for my ancestors.