Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2005 19:29:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff Wilson <jkwsquirrel@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dustin's World - Chapter 1

			      Dustin's World

			      by Jeff Wilson

Prelude - Greetings!  I wanted to give you, dear reader, a little
background on the story before we begin this adventure again.  This story
is based on characters from my first story, W.A.R..  If you like, you can
find it in the highschool section of nifty.org (June 16).  It's not
necessary to have read WAR to enjoy this story.  It can stand alone on its
own.  But it will give you an insight into the characters you'll meet in
Dustin's World.  Dustin was a lot of people's favorite characters in WAR,
and I wanted to give him a proper story to call his own.  Enjoy!


		     Chapter One -- Relationships Suck


     If there was ever a workhorse of a river, it is the Monongahela.  The
river that leads to nowhere.  If you follow it long enough upstream, you
will find yourself in the mountains of West Virginia.  Follow it long
enough downstream and you will find yourself in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
And in between?  The Mon Valley.

     The river is the life blood of the area.  As you travel up and down
its waters, you would find town after town connected to its muddy banks.
Some of the towns are quiet little villages.  There is a booming city or
two along its path.  But mostly, you'll find the remains of a once thriving
region.

     First the coal ran out.  Then the steel ran out.  Then, the people ran
out.  At least the people who wanted to make something out of their lives.
There along the banks you will see the cold lifeless remains of the steel
industry.  The Valley built the steel that built the nation, but now, all
that remains is the river that was once so mighty.

     If you stop along the way on the river you will find life.  Like light
trapped by a black hole, there are residents that remain in those towns.
In a large cluster, you'll find many towns lumped together into the Mid-Mon
Valley region.  There is Monessen, where you wouldn't want to walk alone at
night.  There is Charleroi, a town dying a slow painful death.  There is
Donora, which is most famous for people dying a very quick death during the
boom period when a toxic cloud killed a bunch of people.  And there is
Belle Vernon, the last glimmering hope of the area.

     All of the towns are connected by the river.  But they are also
divided by it.  Go over a hill or across the river and you're in a
different world.  The beauty of the Valley is undeniable.  The mighty Mon
winds its way past town after town on its journey to the Steel City.
Beckoning... Alluring... The murky brown or green waters urge those who will
listen to follow.  Away from the Valley... Away from the middle of nowhere...

     There is a man who knows all too well the power of the Valley.  He
watched as his friends followed the river.  He stayed behind as his closest
companions escaped the black hole and found life in other towns.  Though
they would come back to visit, their stay was now only temporary.  They had
found their life outside of the Valley, and they would never return.  But
for Dustin Smith, the dream of ever escaping the valley had been destroyed
and he had been awakened with a violent cruelty that he could never
forgive, nor forget.

     There was only one thing that made Dustin feel even remotely happy, if
even for a short time.  And he was enjoying it on the day when his life
changed forever and he didn't even know it.  The beginning of Dustin's
journey, a journey that would test the very essence of his humanity, had
come.

     "Yeah, Dustin!  Fuck me harder, kid!"

     It is appropriate that our first glimpse of Dustin finds him with his
dick buried deep into the body of Mike Evans.  Ever since Dustin was
thirteen, the situation he was in on this day was one that he had been in
on more occasions than he could remember.  The two had formed a bond early.
Dustin was desperate for love and found it from this man who was ten years
his senior.  The relationship turned so quickly into sex that neither was
prepared.  But any inhibitions that they had had earlier had faded away.
Ten years doesn't seem so big when the younger partner is a twenty-one year
old.

     "You like having my big dick in your ass, huh Mike?"  Dustin asked.

     Dustin felt himself getting happier with each thrust of his hips.
Life didn't seem so bad when he was doing this.  He was in complete
control.  As his brain sent wave after wave of good feelings through his
body, Dustin smiled slightly.  His dark auburn pubes mashed repeatedly into
Mike's overstretched hole.  Not many guys could handle what Dustin was
giving Mike.  Eight and a half inches doesn't seem like much until it
starts invading your body.

     "Oh my god, Dustin... Give it to me!"

     Dustin's smile widened.  As the sweat poured down his brow, he pushed
Mike's legs toward his chest.  Dustin began pulling his dick out all the
way and then thrusting himself all the way back in, so that his balls
bounced hard against Mike's ass.  Dustin liked having sex this way the
best.  He loved to feel his whole dick sliding all the way in and out of
the guy he was fucking.  Mike moaned with pleasure as Dustin invaded him
harder and faster.  Mike's cock exploded as he covered himself with semen.
Dustin thrust himself hard into Mike's asshole.

     "Not inside me, Dustin."  Mike asked.

     "Too late!"  Dustin exclaimed, as he buried himself as deep as he
could and felt himself empty into Mike.

     "Aw shit Dustin!  You know I don't like it when you do that."  Mike
said agitatedly.

     As Dustin pulled out of Mike's body, he felt that high he had been on
draining faster than his dick had drained into Mike.  By the time he had
separated himself from Mike, he was already going limp and the smile that
had been so full and radiant on his face had faded into Dustin's normal
look of indifference.

     "It feels better when I come inside you."  Dustin explained.

     "I know, but if you're going to do that you better put a condom on."

     Dustin scowled.  "I don't have anything, Mike."

     "When was the last time you checked?"  Mike replied.

     "Fuck off."  Dustin replied.

     "Dustin, don't get snippy."

     "I got tested last month.  I'm clean, okay."  Dustin said.  "Okay?"

     "What about your therapy?  Are you still going to..." Mike asked.

     "I told you.  If Dr. Reilly's not doing it then I'm not doing it!  I'm
not going to go to some idiot who doesn't know what happened to me and have
to explain that shit all over again."

     Dustin rolled out of the bed and sat on the side.  He scratched his
chest and figured it was about time to shave again.  Mike sat beside him
and gently ran his fingers through Dustin's dark red hair.

     "Dustin, you can't handle everything on your own.  You know that you
need help.  There's nothing wrong with it."

     "Fuck off, Mike.  You're not in charge of me, okay?"

     "I'm just trying to help."  Mike replied.

     "I don't want your fucking help."  Dustin said angrily.  "You're half
the reason I have to go to god damn therapy in the first place."

     "Alright... You don't know how sorry I am that I never told."  Mike
replied.

     Dustin knew it wasn't Mike's fault, the stuff that happened to him.
But Dustin knew that Mike felt bad about it, and he would use it whenever
he wanted to win an argument.  He found his underpants and slipped them on.
He didn't like to stay at Mike's house for very long after fucking him.
Mike always wanted to talk about stuff like that.  Dustin just wanted to go
home.  As Dustin pulled his shirt on, Mike laid back down on the bed.

     "You don't have to run out of here all the time, you know."  Mike
said.

     "Why, you want to suck my dick again or something?"  Dustin asked.

     "No.  But you don't have to go running back to that hole you call an
apartment."

     "Hey, it's mine, okay.  Sure beats living with mom."

     "I mean you can stay here, Dustin."

     Dustin scowled.  "Don't start that shit again.  Jesus, Mike, we're not
fucking boyfriends.  I'm not a fag.  I just fuck guys because they don't
want all that relationship crap and they like letting me fuck them.  I
don't do the whole "love" thing.  I like doing whatever I want.  I like
going wherever I want.  And I like fucking whoever I want.  Relationships
are for dopes like Billy and Brett."

     "Dustin... I'm tired of the scene, you know... I'm thirty-one.  The
whole random meaningless sex thing just isn't working for me anymore."

     "Well I don't want that shit, Mike.  I like you.  I like being your
friend.  I like fucking you more than anybody else.  I don't want things to
change between us."

     "Dustin, I can't do this anymore.  I need somebody to love me."

     "No you don't, Mike!"  Dustin replied.  "Jesus, don't go and get soft
on me. You love getting fucked.  You love sucking dick.  But you don't love
other people.  You use them to get what you need.  Love is a joke.  It
doesn't exist.  Forget about it!"

     "I'm sorry, Dustin.  But I need more than that.  I need to love
somebody and be loved."

     "Okay, fine.  Go and find your 'soul mate.'  Go off and live happily
ever after like fucking Brett and Billy, only having one guy to fuck.  I'm
going to have fun.  You hear me?"

     "I hear you."  Mike replied.

     "Good.  No more stupid talk.  I'm going to head home.  When do you
want to get together again?"

     "I don't."

     Dustin smiled slightly.  "What do you mean you don't?  Of course you
do."

     Mike slipped on his shorts.  "No, I told you, I can't do this anymore.
I need something more stable than this, Dustin."

     The smile on Dustin's face turned into a fierce scowl.  "Okay, fine!
Be that way.  You want to dump me, go right ahead.  I don't care."

     "How can I dump you?  We're not in a relationship."

     "Shut up!"

     "I'll still help you out and everything.  I want to be friends with
you, I just don't think we should have sex anymore."

     "Fuck you."  Dustin snapped.  "If we're not going to fuck then we
really don't have any reason to be friends anymore.  Good riddance.  I
don't need you and I don't want your help."

     Before Mike could say anything else, Dustin stormed out of his
apartment and slammed the door.  He stomped angrily down the stairs and out
onto the early evening.  The Belle Vernon street was abuzz with the
activity of little kids playing games.  Dustin squinted to adjust his steel
blue eyes to the light.  He sat down on his motorcycle and revved it up
extra loud before zipping down the road at a high rate of speed.  He rode
around for a little while, not really wanting to go home.  He convinced
himself that his eyes burned only because of the wind in his face.

     He made it back to his Charleroi apartment as the sun was going down.
He locked up his bike and sat down on the steps leading to his apartment.

     "I need a cigarette."  He said to no one.

     Dustin lit up a cigarette and sat for a while on the steps and just
watched the world go by.  There wasn't a lot happening in the street that
evening.  There was just an occasional car going by and every once in a
while a kid on his way home.

     "How ya doing Dustin?"  One boy said as he walked past.

     "Terrific."  Dustin said sarcastically.

     The kid sat down on the steps next to him.  He was about thirteen or
so and had made friends with Dustin just by walking past and talking to him
sometimes.

     "School starts again tomorrow."  The boy said.

     "Yeah, for me too."  Dustin replied.

     "You go to Cal, right?"

     "Yeah."

     "What do you study?" He asked.

     "Computer Science."  Dustin replied, taking a long drag on his
cigarette.

     "You shouldn't smoke.  It's not good for you."

     "I do a lot of things that aren't good for me, Zack."  Dustin said,
throwing the butt on the ground and stepping on it.  "You better get home
before your mom starts to wonder where you are."

     "Okay.  See you later."  Zack walked a few houses down the street and
disappeared into one of the houses.

     Dustin walked into the apartment building and up the stairs to his
little place in the world.  He fired up his computer and logged on to the
internet.  Dustin's place wasn't much, but he liked living on his own.
Nobody could tell him when to be home or tell him what to do.  He had lived
there since he turned nineteen.  He couldn't stand living in his mom's
house anymore, so he decided to move out one day.  Dustin often made
decisions like that.  He would have an idea and then do it.

     He found his favorite chat room and pulled off his shirt.  He thought
about shaving while he chatted, but he saw a name that caught his
attention.  He clicked on the name and instant messaged the person.

     "Hello CalUBoy."  He typed.

     After a minute or so, he got a reply.  "Hey, BigRed05."

     "You go to California?"

     "Yeah.  You?"

     "Yup."

     "Cool."

     "So, you what are you looking for in a place like this?"  Dustin
typed.  It was an old line he always used when visiting the "M4M-PA" room.

     "Looking for some fun, same as you." CalUBoy responded.

     "How old are you?"

     "21, you?"

     "Same here.  I live in Charleroi, you?"

     "Coal Center"

     "Not far."  Dustin replied.  He smiled slightly.  "You want to hook
up?"

     "You have a place?"  CalUBoy asked.

     "Yeah.  You have a car?"

     "Yeah."

     "I only top, is that cool?"

     "That's cool.  I love to get fucked."

      Dustin smiled even more.  This was great!  Not only was this guy
close, but he was willing and able!

     "I'm almost nine inches.  Is that okay?"

     "Wow.  I want to see that!"

     "Come get it."  Dustin replied.  Dustin gave him directions and
CalUBoy said he would be on his way.  Dustin decided to take a shower and
put some clothes on.  He didn't know whether the guy would come or not.
Sometimes they did, sometimes they chickened out.  He played on the
computer a little more and then heard a car stop outside.  Dustin went to
his window and saw a guy who looked about his age getting out of a green
Ford Escort and walking toward the building.  Dustin opened his door and
waited.  Before too long, the guy walked up the stairs.

     "BigRed?"  The guy asked.

     "CalUBoy?"  Dustin replied.

     "Nice to meet you."  The guy extended his hand for Dustin to shake.
Dustin took the opportunity to check him out.  He looked younger than
twenty-one.  Dustin bet that he got carded a lot when he went out.  "I'm
Nate.  Nate Stevens."

     "Dustin Smith.  Come on inside."

     Nate walked into the apartment and Dustin closed the door behind him.
Nate looked around the place.

     "Nice apartment."

     "Thanks."

     "This is much better than the place I used to live.  My boyfriend's
got a lot of money though."

     Dustin's smile faded a little as he lit a cigarette.  "Boyfriend,
huh?"

     Nate laughed.  "Yeah.  He doesn't know what I'm doing tonight.  He's
at work.  I guess you weren't lying when you called yourself "BigRed."
What are you, six feet tall?"

     "Six foot, one."  Dustin corrected.

     "I'm only 5'9".  And I guess the 'red' part of the name is
self-explanatory.  I was hoping you were a redhead.  I love red hair."

     "Oh the hair... Yeah.  Five-nine isn't short, you know.  I've got a
friend who's five-eleven."

     "You ever fuck him?"  Nate asked.

     "No.  He's married."

     "Oh."  Nate said, sitting down in Dustin's favorite chair.  Dustin sat
on his rolling computer chair.  "So what is he, all straight and shit?"

     "No, he married his boyfriend."  Dustin explained.

     "Two guys?  And they actually stick to it?"

     "They're pretty tight with each other."  Dustin said.  "I guess you
and your boyfriend are loose about this kind of shit?"

     "What he doesn't know won't hurt him.  Luke takes care of me and
stuff, but I need a change of scenery sometimes.  I've lived on my own
since I was fifteen.  My parents are real assholes and kicked me out."

     "Why?  Did they find out you're gay?"

     Nate laughed.  "Let's just say that me and an altar boy had a little
too much fun in church one Sunday."

     "Wow.  And your parents found out?"

     "My mom walked in on me sucking his dick.  That was the start of it.
They tried that therapy and healing and all that shit, but when they found
out that they couldn't change their nasty little spawn into a good little
church kid they kicked me out.  They said I was 'ruining their reputation.'
All they did for me was fuck me up for a long time.  So I lived with a
cousin for a while and then on my own until I met Luke.  He took me in to
live at his place."

     "Is he older?"

     "Only by two years.  He's real nice, but he can get stupid about
stuff.  He's had more guys than me, but he doesn't think I should be able
to have fun on the side, so I have to sneak around."

     "Does he fuck other guys?"

     "Not anymore.  Hell, he hardly fucks me.  Which brings us back to why
I came here in the first place.  You ready to have some fun?"

     Dustin smiled.  He liked this guy already.  "Well, let's get
comfortable."

     Nate pulled his shirt off and unbuckled his pants.  Dustin did the
same and then led Nate to his bed.  Dustin sat on the corner of his bed and
Nate immediately began licking Dustin's dick up and down the shaft.

     "You weren't kidding.  Your dick's fucking huge."  Nate said.  He
began trying to take as much of Dustin as he could handle into his mouth.
Dustin was long, but he wasn't too fat, so he was actually easier to handle
than you would expect from an eight incher.  Dustin ran his fingers through
Nate's dark brown hair for a while, and then leaned back and rested on his
elbows.  It wasn't until Nate looked up at him that Dustin noticed.

     "You have green eyes."  He said.

     "Sometimes."  Nate replied.  "Sometimes they're blue."

     "That's cool."  Dustin replied.  "The guy I told you about earlier had
green eyes too."

     "Neat."  Nate said.  "Want to sixty-nine?"

     "Okay."  Dustin said.  Dustin really liked this guy, now!

     Nate moved his body onto the bed and laid along Dustin's side.  Dustin
quickly began working on Nate's dick.  He was about six inches or so,
circumcised, and already leaking.  Dustin wasn't really a big fan of
sucking dick, but he'd done it so often that he'd gotten used to it.
Dustin figured it was part of the bargain if he wanted to get laid.  Nate
at least kept his hair trimmed and his balls shaved, which is the way
Dustin kept his pubes.

     "You're better than my boyfriend."  Nate said between slurps on
Dustin's throbbing dick.  He reached to hold Dustin's butt with his hand.
Dustin felt him and didn't care at first, but then Nate started to run his
hand up and down Dustin's crack.  Then he slipped his fingers between
Dustin's cheeks and over his hole.

     "STOP!"  Dustin shouted and jumped right out of bed.  "Don't you ever
do that again, you hear me!"

     Nate lay there not sure what he'd done or what to say.

     "You hear me?"  Dustin repeated angrily.

     "What did I do?"  Nate asked.

     "Stay the fuck away from my asshole, you dumb fuck!"  Dustin snapped.

     "Okay.  Wow, you don't have to get mad at me.  I didn't know."

     Dustin tried to smile, but he could only manage a weak grin.  "I'm
sorry.  I didn't mean to wig out on you."

     "It's okay.  Some guys like their asshole to be played with."

     "Well, I don't."

     "It's cool.  Can you fuck me now?"

     "If you're ready."

     "Yeah.  I've wanted that thing in my ass since we first chatted.  You
don't want to use protection, do you?"

     "If you want me to.  I'm clean."  Dustin replied.

     "I don't care."  Nate said.  "It feels better without it."

     "Then let's fuck."  Dustin said.  He grabbed the lube from his desk
and used it on his dick and Nate's ass.  Then he pulled Nate to the end of
his bed.  Nate looked into Dustin's eyes with anticipation.  Dustin looked
at the small hole and wondered how it would look after he was done with it.
He held his dick in his hand and lined it up to Nate's entrance.  He
pressed forward and watched his dickhead slip into Nate's body.  He
continued the pressure and began slowly sliding into him.  Nate moaned with
every advance of Dustin's meat into his body.  Dustin watched as his dick
disappeared into his second ass of the day.  The smile that had been trying
to reappear on his face since he'd first found out that Nate wanted to fuck
finally emerged fully.  One of the rare times when Dustin smiled was when
he had his dick inside another man's body.  It was one of the few things
that could make him feel good.

     Nate's toes curled as Dustin's balls made contact with the crack of
his ass.  Nate closed his eyes as he tried to adjust to what he'd just
allowed to happen to him.  He'd never felt anything feel so huge inside
him.  And now it was beginning to recede, only to fill him again.  With
every thrust, Nate let out an involuntary groan as the feeling began to
feel less and less like pain and more and more like the best thing that had
ever happened to him.  Dustin grabbed Nate's ankles and pulled his legs
apart.  He loved looking at his latest fuck enjoying what he was giving
him.  Nate looked up at Dustin and gave him a look that Dustin had seen so
many times before.  It was a look of complete surrender.  He was giving his
body's most private region to Dustin, and Dustin was taking it with savage
pleasure.  Nate moaned louder and louder with each thrust of Dustin's hips.

     The rational and reasonable parts of Dustin's brain closed down, and
now only instinct guided his thoughts and actions.  Dustin's mind was
filled with only one thought, to fuck this person and fuck him and fuck him
until he was done with him.  He didn't dare try to say his name, for he had
forgotten what it was.  It didn't matter anyway.  He had what he wanted
from him.  He'd found another willing ass to sink his big dick into.  Who
needed Mike, anyway?  His body filled with wave after wave of warmth and
good feeling.  Dustin lived for moments like this one, where his body felt
like this, when he could separate himself from reality if only for a few
brief moments of human pleasure.

     Dustin thrust himself so hard and deep into Nate that the hard sound
of flesh slapping flesh echoed through the room.  Dustin groaned loudly
"Ohhhh fuck!" and he felt his dick unload into the body of another man
again that day.  "Fuck..." Dustin said again, as if it was the only word his
brain could process at the moment.  He didn't even notice the pools of cum
forming on Nate's belly as he filled his asshole.  Dustin withdrew his dick
from the warmth of Nate's body and rolled off to the side to relish the
feelings of euphoria still bouncing around in his head.

     "God... What a great fuck."  Dustin said to himself.

     "Yeah."  Nate replied.

     Dustin looked over at him.  "Oh... Yeah."  He said awkwardly.
"Anyway... You want a wash cloth or anything?" He asked.

     "Can I use your toilet?"  Nate asked.

     "Sure."  Dustin said.

     By the time Nate emerged from the bathroom, Dustin was already back in
his clothes and on the computer.  "All done?"  He asked.

     "Yeah.  I guess I'll go ahead and go."  Nate said.

     "Okay."  Dustin replied.  He stopped working on the computer and
walked to the door with Nate.  "It was nice to meet you, Nathan."

     "Just Nate will do.  My full name is Nathaniel.  I hate it."

     "Oh.  Okay Nate."

     "If you ever want to meet again sometime, just let me know.  Don't
come right out and say it though, because Luke gets on the computer and I
don't want him to find out."

     "Sure."  Dustin replied.  Dustin opened the door and let Nate out.
Dustin stood there in the hall for a minute to make sure he was gone.

     "Another victim, Red?"  Came a voice from behind him.  Dustin was
startled, but turned around to see an elderly grey-haired man with a cane
standing in his doorway.

     "Shut up, Mr. Johnston."  Dustin replied.

     "If you boys get any louder the whole damn building's going to know
what you're doing in there.  It's bad enough your bedroom's right next to
my kitchen.  I would like to eat without knowing you've got your dick up
some guy's ass."

     "Sorry."  Dustin said unapologetically.  He walked back into his
apartment and closed the door.  Through the wall he could hear
Mr. Johnston's muffled voice.

     "You oughta try pussy sometime, kid."

     "Shut up, you old fuck."  Dustin muttered under his breath.

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