Date: 14 Aug 2002 09:04:09 -0700
From: Dave <davmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Thumbing West (Adyult Youth m/MMMM)
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Thumbing West
By
Dave
Frank was hardly twelve when his father caught him in
the family garage sucking a friend's dick. His father flew off the
handle screaming at him. He chased Frank's friend out of the
garage, and proceeded to rip his belt out of his pants and started
whipping him with the buckle end of the belt. Franks pants and
underpants were down around his knees. His father was in a
blind rage as he strapped his son. He was screaming, "I'm not
having a God Damned Queer living under my roof!" as he beat
Frank's ass and legs with the metal buckle. Blood was running
down his legs from the cuts on the fleshy meat of his ass and
legs. Exhaustion of his father's arm was the only thing that
stopped the beating.
There was nothing but verbal abuse in the house for the
next couple of days. When the cuts on Frank's ass and legs
healed he gathered up the few belongings he felt he needed and
stuffed them into his school backpack. He walked to Highway
60 and started hitchhiking west. He only had a vague idea about
seeing the Pacific Ocean.
It was early enough that he caught a ride by a local
resident that worked in the town west of their little town. Not
much was said about what he was doing. The old man did give
him a cup of coffee from his thermos, before dropping him off
along side a gas station.
The next ride came from an old man in old dirty bib-
overall. The man's bearded was stained from tobacco juice. He
greeted by Frank with, "How far are you going?" Frank simply
said, "The Ocean."
The old man said, "Been their once. I'm headed down the
road yonder. I will drop you off when I turn off." Frank
thanked him and settled back. He had not slept that night was
tired. He started to fall asleep.
He woke up to the feeling of the zipper on his pants being
pulled down. When he opened his eyes, the old man was
leaning over him pulling his underpants open and pulling out his
dick. Frank looked around the old pickup was parked under an
overpass on a sandy bottomed creek bed. The place was
covered with cottonwood trees. The window of the truck was
open and the old man spit his tobacco cud out of the window.
Frank didn't know what to do. He sat there, watching the
old man suck his dick into his mouth. The old man sucked him
until Frank shot a few drops of cum into his mouth. Frank felt
the cool breeze on his wet dick as the old man sat up.
The old man unfastened his overalls and pushed them
down to his knees along with his boxer shorts. He reached
between his skinny old legs and pulled his wrinkled old cock
and scrotum up. He sat there stroking it until it got as hard as it
would. When he let go of it, the thing just lay over his upper
leg.
He took hold of Frank's neck and pulled him over and
pulled his head down until his lips were touching the head of his
cock. Frank could smell the tobacco on the man's body. He
opened his mouth and used his tongue to gather the cock into his
mouth. He sucked the old man until he felt the man about to
cum. He tried to pull back his head. The old man held his head
in place and came in his mouth in big squirts of cum. When he
was allowed to pull his head back, the gray pubic hair was
coated with a yellowish film of cum. After they got dressed
again, the old man dropped him off alongside the highway next
to the turnoff he was taking.
The next ride got him a couple of hundred miles farther
west and even a meal. This ride was from a tall Texan dressed
in cowboy boots, Tight fitting Wrangler jeans and a blue denim
western shirt with white pearl buttons. The western hat was
sweat stained. The pickup was dirty and on the gun rack in back
of the seat hung a tin oil worker's hat. The boots on the
floorboard on the passenger side of the tuck smelled of oil.
When the Texan asked Frank if he wanted to suck him
off, Frank was ready and willing to do so. They pulled off the
highway, and found a shaded place under some cottonwood
trees. They got out of the truck and found a tree with a low
branch strong enough to support them. The Texan pulled his
jeans down. When he pulled down his jockey shorts, he sat on
the limb with his legs spread wide.
Frank knelt between his hairy legs and held the shaft of
the guy's dick in his hand and placed the head of the dick in his
mouth. Frank unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick, as he
continued to suck on the guy's cock. Frank was masturbating
himself when the guy filled his mouth with cum. Frank drank
every squirt. As the Texan's last drop shot into his mouth,
Frank started to cum on the sandy ground.
The Texan asked Frank if he had ever been fucked. Frank
had no Idea how two men could fuck each other. He told the
guy he had never heard of men fucking, as they were getting
dressed. The Texan said that when they got as far as he was
going, he would be horny again. If you're game I will teach you
how men fuck. Frank thought about it as they were heading
west. The Texan was telling him how he would have to relax or
it would hurt like hell.
It was not long before Frank had a hard-on. The Texan
saw the bulge in his pants and told him to go ahead and take it
out and play with it slowly. Frank took his dick out and sat
back, and started milking his dick slowly. The Texan would
reach over and stroke Franks cock now and then. Frank had
climaxed a couple of times by the time they reached the Texan's
destination.
The Texan rented a motel room for the night. After they
ate at a local dinner they returned to the room. The Texan used
the tub first and then the Frank bathed himself. When he was
dry, he entered the room and the Texan was lying on the bed
with his leg spread open. He had a jar of Vaseline on the
nightstand. The shaft of his cock was shining in the red
nightlight glow.
He told Frank to get on the bed and face him as he
straddled the Texan. As Frank squatted over the man's hips, the
Texan reached over and scooped up a dollop of Vaseline and
reached under Frank and swabbed the asshole and pushed the
finger into the hole as far as it would go. Then he held his cock
upright and told Frank to sit on it.
Frank lowered his butt down until he felt the head of the
cock touching his asshole. Frank took a deep breath and
strained like he was trying to shit. The head stretched Frank's
sphincter until Frank felt like a pole was being stuffed into his
ass. Frank sat still for a while as the Texan encouraged him.
After the head was in the rest slid in smoothly. When all of it
was stuffed in his asshole, he felt the Texan's pubic hair
cushioned Frank's scrotum. Frank started lifting his butt up and
down. The feeling of being emailed on a stake changed to a
pleasant numbness. His dick got hard as a steel rod. The Texan
let out a satisfied moan and filled Frank's ass with cum. Frank
has the strangest feeling from within, as he shot his cum on the
belly of the Texan.
The Texan turned Frank around on his shaft. Then he
rolled over onto his side, with his cock still in Frank's ass. They
slept that way. Sometime early in the morning the Texan woke
up and fucked Frank again. In the morning The Texan bought
Frank breakfast and dropped him off near a truck stop.
It was not long before a truck driver stopped next to him
and the driver asked if he wanted a lift. Frank climbed up the
steps and into the big rig. The truck was Peterbuilt, with a sixty-
foot box behind it. The driver was a potbellied man. His belly
almost hid the silver western buckle. He asked where Frank was
headed and shoved the ten-speed Spicier transmission into low-
under and the truck shuttered as it pulled out onto the highway
onramp.
Frank gave his stock answer and settled back for the ride.
The driver asked some personal questions, and finally asked if
he was into having sex with him. Frank answered by reaching
over and toughing on the buttons to jeans. The driver was busy
watching the road and his mirrors, but he reached down and
unbuckled the belt. Frank lifted the faded GI green T-shirt and
pulled the white underpants down enough to free the hairy
covered dick of the driver. Frank slid his hand up and down the
shaft of the cock pulling the hair out of the way.
The cock was uncircumcised and the head was wet.
When Frank tasted it, he tasted urine at first. Then he tasted the
meaty flavor he loved. He ran his tongue under the foreskin.
The driver's cock jerked as he said easy baby. Frank liked the
way the skin slid up and over the head, back down so that it
looked a like a circumcised dick. Frank gathered the skin in his
mouth as the driver squirted his cum into his mouth.
When the driver saw Frank falling asleep he told him to
crawl up into the sleeper and catch some sleep. Frank did as he
was told and got up into the warm bed and opened an air-
conditioner vent. As the air cooler off the compartment Frank
fell asleep.
The sound of airbrakes chattering and the pitching
forward woke Frank up. He stuck his head out of the curtain.
The driver was turning into a desert rest stop. He told the Frank
that it was time for a head call. They went into the public
restroom and relived themselves. The driver even took the time
to shave. They returned to the truck and the driver followed
Frank into the sleeper. This time the driver undressed Frank and
felt him up. He only wanted Frank to suck his cock enough to
get him hard.
What he wanted was a good fuck. He put the naked Frank
face down on the rumpled sheets. He produced a tube of KY
Jelly from a cabinet. After lubing Frank's asshole along with his
cock. He guided his cock into the hole. Frank relaxed and took
everything the driver had to offer. Frank smelled the Old Spice
after-shave as he was being fucked in the ass. Before the drive
climaxed, Frank shot his load onto the sheets. His belly was
rubbing the wet sheets as the driver thrust his cock deep into his
bowel and rested on the boy's back. They cleaned up and as
they headed west Frank changed the sheet in the sleeper.
When the driver reached Albuquerque he dropped Frank
off near the exit west of a truck stop. This time he only got a
ride from the eastside to the westside of town, by an old couple.
The next car to stop was a sedan with four teenaged guys
in it. They jumped out of the car and pounded Frank until he
was a bloody mess and they took his backpack and jumped back
into their car and sped away.
Then a car slowly came to a stop next to the pile of rags.
The man got out and came around the car. He was not sure if
this was a body or not at first. As he approached the sobbing
youth he knew that the shaking bundle of rags was a youth in
trouble. He tried to find out what had happened to the boy.
Frank relayed what had happened to him between sobs.
The stranger gathered him up and put him in his car. He wanted
to take him to an emergency hospital, but Frank objected
because they would call in the police and they would try and
return him home to his parents.
The man was sympathetic and drew out the story about
what drove him to leave home. Frank told the man everything
between sobs. The man stopped at a drug store and bought some
first aid supplies. He took the youth to the motel he was staying
in and treated the cuts and bruises. After washing off the blood
the damage was not that bad. The swollen face would recover in
a few days.
The man introduced himself as Edward or Ed. He
convinced Frank that he should call his family and let them
know what happened. Ed made the call and talked to the father.
The father rejected his son. Ed told him that if he would give
him custody he would raise Frank and put him through college.
The father agreed to give him custody. Ed told him that he
would have his lawyer draw up the necessary papers.
While the boy was resting, Ed drove back to Albuquerque
and found a clothing store. He picked out several changes of
clothes and a soft luggage to put them in. On the way back he
picked up some food for them. They ate and fell asleep.
When Frank woke up they packed up Ed's car and headed
west. Ed owned a large plumbing interest in the Richmond area.
When highway 60 turned south at Barstow they headed west on
highway 178 to Bakersfield. They turned north in interstate 5.
Each night when they stopped at a motel Frank discovered that
he truly loved this giant of a man. Ed was like a six-foot five
bear. He weighed close to 300 pounds. His arms looked like
barrels and his shoulders were as wide as an ax handle.
Ed treated the boy very tenderly. He bathed him every
night and changed the dressings on the boy's body. He never
forced himself on the boy.
It started one night while Ed was washing the boy. Frank
reached out of the tub, taking hold of the big man's cock. He
milked the cock with skill. Ed asked him if he was sure he
wanted to do this. Frank assured him that he wanted to very
much. That said Ed wrapped his big paw around the boy's cock
and milked him until he came in the wash water.
He got the boy out of the water and dried him off. He lay
him on the motel bed and lay down next to Frank. Frank leaned
over the large belly and stoked the large thick cock until it was
fully engorged with blood. He used both hands to pull the
foreskin back to reveal the large purple head of Ed's cock.
Frank used his tongue to trace the shape of the head. Ed
was so excited that he almost came when Frank took the head
into his mouth and started sucking it. Frank had learned that
running a finger under the scrotum along the seam like ridge to
the anus would make anyone cum faster. He stroked that strip of
shin until the anus relaxed and when he stuffed a finger into the
anus of the big man his mouth was filled with warm cum.
Ed knelt over the side of the bed and held the cheeks of
his ass open for the boy. Frank guided his cock into the brown
hole. When he had it all in the hole he fucked his benefactor
until he came in the big man's ass.
Ed found out that Frank was able to offer his own asshole
for him to use with only a little lubricant. They would end their
love making with each of them fucking the other's asshole from
then on.
Ed got the legal papers making him custodian of the boy.
He enrolled him in school. They sat up a household that was
father and son to anyone that did not know the story. Because
Frank had such a strong desire to see the ocean, Ed bought a
forty-foot sail boat that they spent many a weekend sailing.
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