Date: Sat, 17 Jan 2004 19:42:01 -0800 (PST)
From: jay lowe <riteopass@yahoo.com>
Subject: causeway chp 16

      In the next year and a half there were a lot of changes in our way
of life.As my oldest brothers reached 21,they left home,some to jobs,one
to marrige,and two to jail.By the time I was nearing 13 I was already
going through puberty,and only Daddy,and two bros were still home,but, I
was happy,and busy keeping them happy.In return I got all the man-milk I
wanted,along with steady inner fullfilment.After Pa introduced me to
cornholeing,I was in hog heaven even tho only three or four men were
available to me.AND they all started returning the blowjobs,and whatever
other sex I wanted,as I was now able to cum with the best of them.
      Then the unthinkable happened! My third older bro got Born Again at
a revival meeting,and decided he had to save everybody from
themselves.Daddy got word from a 'friend'in the Sheriff's Department they
were going to take me away from my family,and make me testify in court
about how we lived,and everybody might go to prison,especilly
Daddy.
      He thru some of my clothes in a backpack,and drove me to
Memphis,Tenessee.
There he dropped me off at the Grayhound station,gave me 500 bucks in
small bills,told me to head where it was warm as winter was com'en on,and
wished me "Good luck".
      I bought a ticket to New Orleans.La. ,and within an an hour was on
my way. When I finally got there,(it was a lot farther than it looked
like on a map I found on the bus),I asked where the only place I had ever
heard off in N.O.:the French Quarter was,and was told to go out the
door,turn right ,and go about three block,which I did.Apparently a young
boy with a backpack wasn't unusual down there,as no one looked at,or
questioned me at all.There were lots of strange sights down there,and as
I wandered around I seemed to have made my way down to a big Square,that
was just across the street from the Mississippi River.I figured in a
pinch I could sleep there tonight if I had too.I wasn't sure about how to
get a hotel room,or much of anything else then.
     As it turned out,as I sat on a bench watching a guy paint a great
picture of the square,and the people in it,he asked me if I was lost,or
waiting for my folks.I told him "No ,I was just traveling around seeing
the sights."Then asked him if he knew where I could get a cheap room for
a couple of nights.
  "Sure",He said,"In fact it wouldn't cost you any money at all,if you
don't mind sleeping on a couch.
    That sounded good,and I told him that was OK with me.
    He nodded,and told me he wanted to keep painting for an hour,or
so,before the light changed too much,and if I wanted to look around
some,he would keep an eye on my 'pack.I figured that was a good deal,and
walked over across the street,and took a good look at the biggest Damm
river I had ever seen.It made the one back home look like  a creek.Then I
went back to the park side,and down to a big open air market,where I
bought a roll with a funny name,and a cup of really bitter coffee.The
roll was good,and so was the coffee when you got used to it.There was a
lot to see there,and I sort of lost track of time.When I realized how
long I had been gone,I went rushing back to the park,figureing the
painter(and my 'pack)would be long gone.
     To my relief,he was still there,tho all packed up,and looking
around.When he saw me he waved,and stood up as I got near."I thought you
got lost,"he said,"but I see you made it back.Still want a place to
crash?
   "You bet,"I assured him,and grabbing my backpack,while he gathered up
his art stuff,we headed out of the park(Jackson Square,I learned
later),and walked down past the open market,crossing a really wide
street,and I thought to myself.'Some couch this ishalf a block down
turned into about the biggest house I had ever seen.Taking out a key,he
opened the door,and we went in.I figure'd he was pretty poor,'cause all
the furniture was real old,and dusty.A guy came out of another room,and
when he saw me grinned,and asked my new friend if I would be staying for
dinner,and the night.On being told I would,he nodded his head,and
left,saying he would set another place.
    The painter set his stuff down,and turning to me held out his hand
saying,"You can call me Bo.The name is Beauregaurd,but thats too big a
mouthfull to use all the time.What are you called?"
     I shook his hand,and told him,"You can call me Duke.Thats short for
Duke."
     "Fair enough,"he laughed,"come on,and I,ll show you where you can
sleep tonight."
      We climbed a long,curving stairway,and he open a door to a large
room with a big bed,and lots of other furniture in it,then pointed to a
door telling me that was my bathroom,and indicating another door,that
that one led to his room,if I needed anything during the night.I thought
to myself,'Some couch this is.I wonder what the heck is going on with
these guys",but,figured no one had made a bad move(yet),so I might as
well see what happens.
    I took a quick shower,and changed into clean clothes.Just as as was
getting dressed,there was aknock on the door,and it was open'd by the
other guy I had seen earlier downstairs.
    "You can call me Charles",He said giving me a look up,and down,that I
had seen any number of times before."Dinner will be ready in about 20
minutes,"he added.
    "Thanks", I told him with a smile,and finished zipping up my fly.
    "Anything at all that you need,just let me know.Anything!"
     It had been a long two days,and I was horny as Hell,so I pretented
to have caught the edge of my shirt in my zipper,and asked him if he
could free it up for me.
     He was there in a flash,and pulled it down without any trouble,
grabing a quick feel along the way,asking,"Hows that".
     "Feels OK,now",I replyed.
     He kept his hand on my crotch,and rubbing gently said,"Yes,it feels
good to me".
      He was a good looking guy,about the age of my #2 brother,good
build,and smooth shaven.with cool blue eyes.He stood ther for a
moment,then bent down and brushed my lips with his.It felt good to be
kissed,and wanted again,and I happily returned the kiss with a little
tongue thrown in for good measure.He sighed,and told me there wasn't much
time before dinner,and that he had things he had to do,but,maybe he could
get seconds later.I realized what he meant,and just thought theres always
a price to pay,although I was more than willing to accept the currency
that was going to be used.

       As usual this fictional story is for those of legal age who are
aware of the subject matter.
         Let me know what you think,please.
                  Jay