Date: Thu, 9 Sep 2010 09:48:08 -0400 (EDT)
From: Loch Ness Laddie <invershecky77@aol.com>
Subject: Breakdown in Georgia  - Chapter 1

                              Breakdown in Georgia

                              By: Loch Ness Laddie

                                   Chapter 1



       This story is entirely fiction and it never happened in real life,
      however in my fantasy world, it could have happened a long time ago,

    and NO animals and/or minors were ever harmed in the creation or telling
                      of this story; and lastly as always,

      DO NOT attempt these scenarios in the real world, AND AS ALWAYS USE
                              RELIABLE PROTECTION,

    as I have had too many dear friends (and acquaintances) in my long life
                          die of the dreaded "A" word!


         Years ago when I was an older teen, I was traveling on a Friday
afternoon through central Georgia, on vacation from the small college
that I went to in Northern Georgia, when my old clunker, a "Rolls
Canhardly" (that is, it can roll down one hill, but can hardly make it up
the next hill) started to run real rough and almost stalled out on the
Highway, but fortunely I spotted a small town ahead, with a gas station
sign right on the Highway, so I managed to nurse the car along until it
finally died in front of the garage; so the mechanic, a young black boy
and I pushed it into the bay where he put it on the lift, and he started
to find out what the problem was.

In the meantime I slung my camera over my shoulder and followed the black
boy around back to use the restroom, and coming back out, I spotted the
same Black boy, about 13 years of age, washing cars in the back lot for
sale, and wearing nothing, but sandals and a pair of blue jean cutoffs
that were soaking wet from the hose, and threatening to slide off his
narrow hips and down his smooth legs any minute now, and as hot as it was
that day, he had also probably turned the hose on himself.

         Before I get further into the story, let me introduce myself,
I'm Jared and I'm nineteen, and I'm majoring in Journalism with a Minor
in Photography, hence the camera I always carry with me, it's a very nice
SLR that my parents bought me before going off to college, and I couldn't
help but noticing the boy's body, gleaming in the sun from the sweat and
the water hose, and I snapped a few candid pictures of him.

And yeah, you probably guessed it, I'm pretty sure I'm gay, having liked
boy's since before puberty, and I noticed with interest that the boy
didn't seem to be wearing any underpants, and his blue jean cutoffs kept
sliding down from the weight of the water and showing the crack of his
ass, and he had a nice ass from what I could see, a deep chocolate brown
like the rest of his tight muscular body, so I continued to snap some
more pictures while he worked.

         My attention was broken by the mechanic calling from around the
corner, saying that he had found the problem, and he said, "First the
good news, it was only the gas pump and easily replaced, and now the bad
news, the part would have to come from Atlanta, and wouldn't be here till
Monday morning", so I could either spend the weekend in this "wide spot
on the Highway" or call my parents to come and get me, but it was a long
distance, and Dad was just getting over an operation, and Mom didn't like
to drive, preferring to leave that to Dad, so with the image of that
Black boy still in my mind, I asked if there was a Motel nearby for the
weekend, and he said there was, and if I wanted to wait till closing
time, he would take me over there in the Wrecker truck, as he took it
home every night.

         So I passed the time, leaning against a fence pole, and talking
to the boy, whose name I found out was Willy (short for William, I think)
and getting to know him better, I found out that he lived with his single
Mom not too far away, he worked at the gas station washing the red
Georgia clay off the cars and doing odd jobs, his Aunt worked as a cook
at the Restaurant across from the Motel in their small town, and by the
time closing time came around, Willy and I ended up knowing a lot about
each other and had become fast friends, and after the mechanic locked my
car in the garage bay for the weekend, we headed for the Motel, as Willy
rode his bicycle home.

         The mechanic knew the Motel owner, a small man and wife from
India, and he put in a good word for me, and the owner gave me a discount
normally meant for AAA members, and a real nice room, and I couldn't
help, but notice that the Motel had a large (and clean) Pool for the
guests, and after getting checked in and going to my room, I realized I
was starving, not having eaten since early this morning and here it was
late afternoon, so I walked the short distance to the Restaurant across
the Highway from the Motel, and going inside, I spotted Willy sitting
with a lady, I felt was his Mom, and he insisted on me sitting with them,
and I must of made a good impression on his Mom after she questioned me
for awhile about my parents, my school and my life in general.

         Willy's Aunt brought out the food and stood there talking to her
Sister about Church on Sunday, while Willy and I attacked our food like
starving teenagers, and Willy's Aunt smiled at our appetite, as we
cleaned our plates and was ready to start in on the napkins when the Aunt
suggested dessert, and Willy and I each had a big slice of Georgia Pecan
pie with a couple of scoops of homemade Vanilla ice cream, and I even
ordered an extra slice to take back to the Motel and eat later, and after
paying my check, I started walking back across the Highway, while Willy
and his Mom remained behind at the Restaurant, and so I spent the evening
studying a textbook while the overloaded room A/C went chugging along,
trying to overcome the hot Georgia heat, that was still warm far into the
evening.

         Finally I couldn't read anymore, so I brushed my teeth, and
turned the sheet down and turned off the lamp, and I laid there for a
moment thinking of Willy and his beautiful dark chocolate brown skin that
shone so nicely in the sun, especially when it was wet, either by sweat
or by water, and I wondered if Willy might be like me, as I had noticed
something's about him that raised some questions in my mind, or if he was
just a teenager looking to have a good time, and then I drifted off to
sleep, thinking and then dreaming about doing things with Willy later on.


                              CONTINUED IN PART 2