Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2005 10:31:00 -0600
From: Will <willnews@wi.rr.com>
Subject: The Walk-Away
THE WALK-AWAY
By
Will Bowden
Chapter 1
First off, let me start by telling you that I am NOT a runaway.
Actually, I'm a walk-away. My name is Theodore Jekel. My friends, if I
had any, could call me Teddy. I'm 16 years old. I left home about a
week ago. I doubt if my parents even know or care I'm missing. Doesn't
make me any difference either way. Dad freaked out when he and mom found
out that I was gay. He hit me not for the first but for the last time.
The night I left I knew I'd never be going back again.
During the first week I've been on my own I've met a lot of people.
Some of them were very nice. I had one lady give me $100.00 when I told
her my story. I've had some unusual people. One guy had more holes in
his head filled with a variety of rings, studs and other doo-dads than
I'd ever seen before. But mostly I've had some people who wanted
something in return for the ride they were giving me. Usually they
wanted to ride me, if you know what I mean. And those are the kinds of
people that I liked taking rides from.
The Trucker
On my 4th day out I was hitching along the interstate when a big rig
whipped past me. He didn't get very far, though. The driver applied a
lot of brakes when he saw me. I knew this was going to be one of those
kinds of rides. I ran to catch up with him and climbed into the cab. He
looked at me and smiled. I liked the way he looked. He was young,
probably about 25 or so, had a few days of stubble on his face and nice
green eyes. I glanced down at his pants and I knew he was happy to see
me. He stuck out his hand and gave me a wink. I took his hand. He had
a good grip. His hand was kind of callused. He told me his name, but I
didn't really listen. I was too busy sizing up his basket. He started
the rig back up and shortly we were off. He leaned down in the seat a
bit giving me a good look but made no move other than that. I was
nervous. I figured he wanted me to do him but he wasn't giving me any
clear indication. I waited, hoping that he'd do something so's I'd know
what he wanted from me. Finally he rubbed his hand along the inseam of
his pants, slightly stroking his cock. I could see it swelling and I
knew then what he was waiting for. I leaned over toward him and put my
hand on top of his. He smiled but kept his eyes on the road. I pushed
his hand away and started stroking him. He leaned a bit further in the
seat, just low enough where I'd have access to the prize inside. I
touched his zipper and he cleared his throat. I slowly drew it down and
put my hand inside. I was a bit disappointed that he wasn't wearing
underwear. If there's one thing that turns me on it's the scent of a
man's underwear. I slipped my hand into the opening and found his cock.
It was a nice piece of meat. I gently gripped his balls. They were
full. Apparently he hadn't been able to cum for several days. I
unsnapped his pants and he lifted his hips up. I pulled the blue jeans
down a bit and his cock sprang into view. I was right, it was a
beautiful cock. I ran my hand up and down the 7" dick and chuckled as he
shivered. His right hand moved out and grabbed the back of my head
gently, but firmly and urged me down to his cock. I didn't resist. I
opened my mouth and took the head deep into it. He sighed heavily. This
was what I like, feeling a guys cock sliding into my mouth. I ran my
fingers along the shaft as I sucked hard on the head of his uncut meat.
He was breathing heavy and I knew that he wasn't going to last long. His
hand started pushing on my head, forcing me to take his cock deeper into
my throat. I could feel his curlies tickling the tip of my nose when he
shot a heavy load. He was breathing harder but kept control of the big
rig. It was pretty obvious he'd done this before. I swallowed hard,
sucking the cum from his balls. When he was finally spent I nursed on
the head a bit longer before I finally let go. I sat up and wiped a drop
of cum from my lip. I looked at it and then put my finger in my mouth,
getting the final taste of the sweet treat. He pulled his pants up with
one hand, but left them hanging open.
"That was great, thanks a lot man!" he said.
"Hey, it's the least I can do," I laughed, "And besides, I really
needed it, too."
"Where are you headed?" he asked me.
That was something I hadn't decided on yet. Being a kid in a small
Maine town leaves you open to a lot of dreams, but nothing really
concrete.
"San Francisco," I replied, even though I wasn't sure that was where
I'd end up.
"Quite a ways from there, aren't ya?" he questioned.
"Yeah, I know, but I figured it's the place to be."
"Well, I'm not going to Frisco, but you're welcome to ride with me
for a while."
"Uh...well," I stuttered, "I can't afford to pay you for the ride."
"Oh, you just gave me a great down payment," he laughed. "And I'm
sure you'll be able to pay me in full before we reach the end of the
line."
I snuggled down in the seat, a big smile crossing my face and
drifted off to sleep.
When I woke the first thing I noticed was that it was dark outside.
I must have been asleep for several hours. The next thing I see is that
we're pulling into a rest area.
"Time to get a few hours of sleep," he said. "You can sleep in the
back with me, if you want."
"I'm looking forward to it," I said.
He crawled over the seat, sticking his tight ass in my face. I
resisted the urge to reach out and grab it. I followed him into the back
and waited while he straightened up some.
"It's going to be a bit cramped," he said. "This really is only
supposed to sleep one."
"That's OK, I don't mind."
He took off his shirt and I looked at the muscles on his stomach. I
wished I could have muscles like that. I touched his chest, a move which
clearly startled him. I jerked my hand away.
"Sorry," I started.
"Don't be. It's just been a while since I've actually had anyone
touch me like that."
He took my hand and put it back on his chest. I liked the feel of
it. I ran my fingers through the hair and could feel his heart beating
hard. He took off his pants and put them aside and lay down. I was
unsure what to do but he solved that for me by unhooking my belt. I got
undressed and lay beside him. He wrapped his arm around me and I
snuggled close to him. I could feel his cock nestled between my legs.
He was hard. He kissed the back of my neck and gave my nipple a little
tweak. I moved closer to him, soaking in his warmth. His hands moved
across my chest. I lay there, wishing I had more hair on my chest than
the few wisps that were growing there but he didn't seem to mind. His
hand drifted downward toward my stomach and then gently grasped my
already hard dick. He pulled on my cock gently, rubbing it softly with
his fingertips. It felt really great. Then he took his hand away and
just for a second I was confused as to what he was going to do. I heard
him stick his fingers in his mouth and then felt him spread my cheeks.
He was going to fuck me...I wasn't sure how I felt about that. After
what happened with....no, I wasn't going to think about that. This man
had been good to me and I wanted to return the favor. If he wanted to
fuck me I'd let him. His finger poked in my ass. His spit helped lube
my ass a bit. He was able to get one finger in with very little
difficulty. He massaged my ass cheeks and rubbed a second finger across
my hole. I admit it, I was scared. I mean I'd been fucked before and
really enjoyed it, but since what happened with Jerry...no, I wasn't
going to think about that. This man wanted my ass and I wanted him in
there. He was very nice and he was being gentle. I felt him slide down
along my back. Then I felt his tongue in my ass. I'd never had that
happen before. It tickled a bit when he first licked it but when he
spread his tongue and start pushing against my ass it was incredible! I
moved my ass against his face and he pulled my cheeks apart, shoving his
tongue in deep. Oh I was in heaven! He rolled me over on my back, which
wasn't easy considering how small the space was here, and lifted my
legs. He continued to lick my ass for a few more minute and then he got
up on his knees and placed his dick against my ass. He looked down at me
and smiled. I smiled back and grabbed my cheeks and spread them for
him. He got the hole on the first try. He pushed a bit until the head
went in. I sucked air and he looked down at me.
"You OK?" he asked.
"Just fine," I replied through gritted teeth.
He continued to sink into my ass, moving his cock in and out each time
while my ass stretched to accommodate him. I could feel his balls when
they touched my ass and I knew he had hit bottom. He started sliding out
very gently and then shoved hard pushing his cock in to the hilt. I
jerked my head up and locked my legs around his back. He began
thrusting, his eyes rolling back in his head.
"So fucking tight," he panted.
"Fuck me! Please do it hard," I pleaded.
"Don't worry, kid, neither one of us is going to forget this
fuck," he said as he rammed it in all the way.
He plunged his big dick into my ass over and over again. Each time he
pushed I grunted my approval. This guy sure knew how to fuck. He
reached to my cock and wrapped his rough hand around it. As soon as he
touched my cock I shot. The spray shot to my face, coating me in hot
cum. A few more thrusts and he was shooting in my ass. He gritted his
teeth and grunted as he shot his hot jizz in my ass. Then he was still.
His cock still in my ass he leaned forward and licked some of my cum from
my face. He held it in his mouth and then stuck his tongue out to show
me. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him to me and licked
my cum from his tongue. He was right, I wouldn't forget this fuck.
He pulled his cock from my ass and pulled a blanket up from above and
covered us.
Chapter 2
In The Beginning
I closed my eyes and drifted off into a very deep sleep. And, like
it always does, the dream came. I'm at school, walking down the hall
when I pass my former best friend, Barry. We used to be like brothers
but one night we had a camp-out in my back yard and something happened
between us. It was the first time I'd ever done anything like that and,
even though Barry obviously enjoyed it, he became too freaked out about
what happened and stopped talking to me. Every time he sees me I get a
sneer from him. But today was going to be different.
"Teddy, how are you?" he said, in sort of a friendly tone.
I was cautious. This was the first time he'd actually spoken with
me and I was nervous about the look on his face.
"I'm OK," I said. I was very hesitant to talk with him, especially
after he threatened to beat me up if I told anyone what happened between
us.
"I want you to know I'm real sorry if I hurt your feelings. I miss
talking with you," he said.
I let my guard down. I wanted to be friends with Barry again. I
missed him, too. We talked for a few minutes when he said to me,
"I have to get to practice. Why don't you meet me in the gym about
5:00 or so? We'll talk more then."
I smiled and agreed to meet him. I went off to class, actually
feeling good for the first time in weeks. I went home and got changed
before heading back to school. At 5:00 I walked into the gym which
seemed oddly deserted considering Barry had said there was practice. I
waited for a few minutes and Barry walked through the locker room door.
"Hey, Teddy, glad you could make it. I'm just about done in here.
Why don't you come in and wait?"
I felt that nervous feeling again but I walked with him back into
the locker area. The smell of the lockers always turned me on but right
now all I wanted to do was get back outside.
"I've just got to finish getting changed. I'll be right with you.
Why don't you sit down for a minute?"
I sat on the bench as Barry started changing. I tried not to look
at him but I did sneak a peek every now and then. Barry stood up and
slid his pants down, along with his jock. Then he turned toward me, his
cock springing up.
"Is this what you want, Teddy? You want to swing on my cock?"
My mouth went dry. I couldn't speak. Hell yes, I wanted his cock
in my mouth again but I wasn't about to go down on him in the locker room
and I sure as hell didn't want to go through all the torture of having
him sneer at me every day. I turned my head away.
"What's the matter, Teddy? Doesn't it look good to you?"
Barry stepped closer to me, his cock bobbing in my face. He brushed
it against my lips and I could taste a drop of precum. My lips parted
slightly and I was undone. He pushed his rock hard cock into my mouth
and I took him to the root. Suddenly he pushed me hard and knocked me
off the bench.
"See, guys! I told you he was a cock-lover!" Barry called out.
Six guys I'd seen but never really talked to came out of the
bathroom. They had strange looks on their face. Disgust mixed with
excitement.
"You were right, Barry. He does love cock!" one of them called out.
I tried to get up but one of the bigger guys knocked me back down to
the floor.
"You get up when we say you can, fag!"
"What should we do with him, guys?" asked Barry.
One of the guys bent over and touched my lips.
"I don't know, Barry. If he didn't have such a hot looking mouth
I'd say we should kick the shit out of him."
One of the others piped in and said, "Well, we could all take turns
using his sweet mouth and then kick the shit out of him!"
Another guy stepped forward. "Nah, that doesn't really seem fair."
He knelt down next to me. "Tell you what, fag boy, here's what we're
going to do. You're going to suck us all off. If you do a good job
we'll let you leave without hurting you. If you do a real good job we'll
let you suck us more later. But if you do a bad job we're going to kick
your ass. Now doesn't that sound fair?"
I tried to get up to get away but they circled me and I knew there
wasn't going to be anything I could do. They moved me over to the bench
and the biggest of the guys, Tony, stood in front of me. The bulge in
his pants looked massive. I was strangely excited. He just stood there
looking at me, not making any move.
"You want what's in here fag? Take it out and make nice with it."
At first I didn't move. Then he thrust his hips forward a bit. My
hands were trembling as I reached for his zipper. I pulled it down the
track and unsnapped his pants. They fell, making an echoing noise in the
deserted locker room. His cock looked massive as it strained against his
underwear. I grabbed the waistband and pulled them down. His cock
sprung up in my face. I was hypnotized by the look of it slightly
jerking in front of my face. Tony grabbed his cock and smacked me in the
face with it.
"C'mon boy, get down on it," he snarled.
I didn't know what else to do. I opened my mouth and took him in.
His cock tasted sweet. I sucked the head of it gently but apparently he
wanted more. He grabbed my head with his hands and forced his cock down
my throat. It only took a few pumps from his hips before he started
spraying my throat with his load. And so it went. I serviced each of
them, sucking them to climax, including Barry. Then, when I finished
they dressed.
"You did a really nice job, boy. I think we're going to let you
swing on our cocks a lot. You like that idea, boy?"
I didn't say anything. One of the guys stepped forward and wiped a
drop of cum from my lip and stuck his finger in my mouth. I sucked it a
bit.
"I think he likes that idea a lot, Tony," laughed Barry.
Several times over the next couple of weeks they would pick me up in
Tony's car and take me someplace and make me service them. I suppose
"make" isn't true. I actually enjoyed being with them. I know we
weren't friends but I did enjoy the sex. One day that all changed,
though. Tony had apparently gotten bored with just blow jobs. One day
he undid my pants and fucked me. The rest of the guys stood in awe as
they watched his big cock thrusting into my ass. Each of them got hot to
try it. They all fucked me. And that lead to a whole new take on this
"relationship". The next time they picked me up I never knew what to
expect. Tony enjoyed fucking me. Some of the other guys preferred blow
jobs. They really got into it when they'd do me at both ends at the same
time. This went on for about 4 months. Then one day Tony brought
someone else with him. I'd never seen this guy before but he scared me.
He was older, I'd say in his 20's and he looked mean.
"This your little faggot?" he asked.
"That's him. Guys, this is Jerry. I told him how our boy liked to
take it and he wanted to try it for himself. Anyone got a problem with
that?"
Of course no one did. They each used me before Jerry dropped his
pants. The other guys were fairly big but Jerry was hung huge. His cock
must have been at least 11" and thick. He made me suck him some before
he slammed his cock into my ass. I'd never felt such pain. When the
other guys fucked me they at least cared about my feelings and were
gentle to start but Jerry thrust in to the hilt. When he'd finished he
pushed me off his cock. The other guys stood and watched, not sure what
to do. Even Tony looked shocked. After Jerry left the helped me clean
up and took me home.
The next few weeks were back to normal. Jerry didn't come around
again. Tony apologized to me for bringing him in the first place. Even
though I was just a "sex toy" to these guys I'd begun to think that they
actually cared something for me. One day, though, while I was in the
yard, a car pulled up in front of my house. It was Jerry.
"C'mon fag. We're going somewhere."
"Are the guys going to be there?"
"Sure, they'll be there."
I didn't want to do it, but I walked to the car and got in. Jerry
took me somewhere I'd never been before.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"Doesn't matter," he barked. His hand went for his zipper and
fumbled for a minute. He yanked his cock free. "Get down there and
start sucking fag!"
I was too afraid to say no. I started sucking on the head of his
cock and he put his hand on the back of my head and started forcing his
thick meat into my mouth. I was gagging but he didn't seem to care. We
drove for about 15 more minutes when he stopped the car.
"Get out," he commanded.
I got out of the car. The area was wooded and dark. He grabbed my
arm and dragged me with him. When we got deep into the woods he threw me
to the ground and dropped his pants.
"Get back to sucking, fag!"
I got on my knees and sucked his cock. It was bitter. Again I
wasn't doing good enough for him and he began fucking my face hard.
Suddenly he came, burying his cock deep in my throat. When he was done
he stopped and took his cock out of my mouth. I thought it was over.
He put his hand back and slapped me hard across the face. I fell over,
hitting my head on the ground.
"Faggot, you gotta do better than that!" he screamed.
He jumped on top of me and ripped at my clothes. I tried to resist
but he was bigger than I was and eventually he had most of my clothes
ripped off. He flipped me over and shoved his cock into my ass dry.
I'd never felt such pain before. I screamed and he hit me again. He
fucked me for what seemed like an eternity before pushing me off his
cock. I could feel the blood on my ass. Suddenly he was standing over
me kicking me. I don't remember much more. I think I passed out. When
I came to he was gone. I was bleeding from the mouth and my ass. I
grabbed the rags that were my clothes and tried to cover myself. I got
up and started walking. I don't know where I was going but a car pulled
up along side of me.
"Son, are you OK?" asked a voice.
I looked at the sound. It was a cop. He took a blanket from the
car and covered me with it. He got some information from me and took me
home. My mother freaked out when she saw me. Dad just stood there as
the cop explained to him what happened. The last thing the cop said
before he left was that they should take me to a hospital and have me
examined. He wasn't even gone for 5 minutes when Dad asked me...
"Is it true? Were you raped?"
I nodded silently. I never even saw the hand coming. He hit me
hard across the face and started screaming about my being a fag and that
he never wanted to see me again. Mom took me away from him and to the
hospital. I was numb. At the hospital they fixed me up as well as they
could. They wanted me to stay for a few days for observation. Mom
kissed me and then left. That night I lay in bed and cried myself to
sleep. I was in the hospital for nearly two weeks. The guys actually
came to visit me once. Mom was there every day. Dad never came once.
When I asked Mom about it she said that he was busy.
A few days before I was to be released I decided that I wasn't
going to go back home. I knew that I wasn't going to be welcome. But
there was one thing I wanted to take care of before I left. Barry. It
was his fault that this was happening and he was going to have to pay for
it. I left the hospital that night and made my way to his house. It was
late when I got there. I threw a few stones at his window before he
opened it.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"I need to see you," I called up.
"No. I don't want to see you," he said.
Apparently it was OK to be in the gang but he was afraid of seeing
me alone. I asked him to come down a few more times before he finally
said that he would. I think he was afraid that I'd wake his parents.
He came down and we went behind his garage.
"What do you want?" he asked me.
"I'm leaving, Barry. I'm walking away from all this."
A sad look crossed his face but I think it was mixed with relief.
"What are you telling me for? I don't care what you do," he
said.
"Barry, we were best friends once. I just wanted to see you before
I left." I put an arm around him and he acted like he'd been burned.
"Don't touch me," he hissed. "I'm not a fag!"
I grabbed him and threw him up against the garage. I put my weight
against him, holding him firmly. He struggled but couldn't get away. I
moved my face close to his and kissed him. He was frantically trying to
get away but I held him tight. My tongue touched his lips and he
stiffened, in more than one way. His body went limp with a sigh. He
started returning my kiss. I released my hold on him. Our tongues
dueled and he held me tight. I pushed my cock into his hip. His hand
went down and touched me. He gripped my cock and held it. His hand
frantically tried to get into my pants. I opened them for him and he
knelt in front of me and sucked hungrily at my cock. I called out...
"There you go, guys. Someone to take my place after I left."
Tony and the guys came from the side of the garage and found Barry
on his knees sucking my cock.
He looked up at me and asked,
"Why????"
"Because you're no good at sucking cock. I figured this way
you'd get plenty of opportunity to practice."
I put my cock back into my pants and walked away. I could hear the
sounds of sucking for a few seconds before I couldn't hear anything
else.