Disclamer: If you should not be here, then why are you here. If you are not eighteen years of age, or if is unlawful to read this wherever you are then please go back. If you are allowed by law to be here I hope you enjoy what you are about to read. Any similarities to actual events or persons is purely coinencidental {damn I hope that is how you spell that}. The story you are about to read never happened, but I wish it would have. Not the story itself, but the young man you are about the read about, at any rate I think you, the reader, know what I mean. Anyway hope you enjoy.
Jeff
Late one night last winter while driving home I came across this young man standing beside the road. There was something about him that told me to stop and offer a hand, though I never picked up starngers. I slowed my car to a stop on one of the frequent icy patches on the road and offerd him a ride into town.
"Hey kid, ya need a ride." I said out my open window, which was very cold because of the coming snow-storm. The wind was coming from the north and it was very bitter.
"Thanks, but I'm not going to town, I am just passing through." Was the young mans reply
"Well it is too cold to be out tonight dressed like that, get in and I will take you somewere."
"No thanks, I'm not into that."
"Don't be stupid, I don't want to have a death on my concience for the rest of my life. I am not out looking to score in weather like this."
As the young man got into the car I could not help but notice that he looked very handsome, but I had promised so therefore I would be nice. "Where too kid?"
"Honestly sir, I have no-where to go. My parents kicked me out......." Tears started to form into his eyes.
"Goddammit, what the hell is wrong with people these days? Well I am still not looking to score but I do have a place about 7 miles down the road if you need a place for the next couple of days to stay. By the way Jim here."
"Jeff, sir"
"No not sir Jim, and glad to meet ya" I said sticking out my hand. The boy took my hand for a slight shake. The rest of the way to my cabin was a pretty silent ride. I had bought the two story cabin three years ago after recieving a promiton, they called it, to the winter wasteland. It is cold here 9 months out of the year here, and snow 7 of the nine. But I love being out in the middle of nowhere, or BFE. Upon reaching the cabin we quickly got inside because the blowing snow had already started. I knew I would have to dig my Durango out in the morning. We stepped into the kitchen from the back where I always parked.
"Nice place si.... I mean Jim" He stammered
"Nah this is just the kitchen. Ya want something to drink to warm ya up?"
"Sure if you don't mind."
"If I minded I would not have asked." I went toward the living room with Jeff tightly in tow. "Here sit on the couch and I will get us a fire going." After starting a fire I got us both a double shot of Jack. I could not help but notice the fear in the boys eyes, and my heart went out to him, though I did not know why.
"Thank you.... Jim" he finally said in a meek voice.
"Son you gotta loosen up a bit, here take your shot and it should help." Within minutes the fire was roaring and I could tell, after another double shot he was coming around a bit. "How long ya been out there?" All he could do was look at me with a deer in the headlight look. "Would you like to take a bath or shower, and then maybe we could talk?" He accepted to take the bath and I went upstairs to fix a warm bath for the boy. "K up the stairs, the door on the left, there is a wash clothe and towel laid out along with a robe and a pair of boxers to put on." I watched as the young man went up the stairs and wondered what happened to the boy to make him so afraid of people. The boy had a certain quality about him that made my heart react. Those gray eyes of his were killer, deep set, and a look of determination. The shoulder length browh hair, for the most part, looked looked like it needed some attention. The vague moustache told me maybe he was fifteen or sixteen. But even on a night like this to be out in the weather with a fall jacket on was too much.
Maybe thirty minutes later he decended the stairs again. "Feel better now?" His looks seemed to be better and I was glad that he seemed to have thawed out.
"Much, thank you so much for your help. You were right I might have died out there." With each word that fell from his lips, I could not help but be drawn to him, it was like his words were casting a magic spell on me that I could not resist. I ventured one look into his eyes and I knew I was lost, he must be some kind of sorcerer.
"So Jeff, would you like another shot or maybe a mixed drink? You look like you can handle your liquor for a young age."
"A mixed drink would be great, and yea I've been drinking here and there since I was twelve. My old man used to let me drink from his."
"Tell ya what, while I make us both a mixed drink how bout you tell me how you came to be out in the cold."
"Well like I said, my name is Jeff and I just turned eighteen yesterday." Damn I had figured 14 or 15. Jeff went on to tell a story of abuse for most of his short life, how his mother had ran off when he was still a baby, and his step-mother was a bitch from hell. He was kicked out because he would no longer go along with being a male whore so his dad and step-mom could get drugs. From what he was telling me he had been sold to different men for the past 7 years. What I would not, at this point, give to get my hands on his father. I stopped his tale many times to ask different questions about things he was telling me. Hell I was dumbfounded on how a parent could do that to their child.
We sat there and talked for another couple of hours about different things, but though I was hearing what was said to me, it was not registering. I found myself being drawn closer and closer to the young man. I found I was not able to sit still, I would pace around on the floor, go add a log to the fire, or anything to help get some distance for him. For the most part if he noticed what I was doing he did not let on at all. Looking at the clock and noticing it was nearing midnight, it dawned on me that Jeff might be hungry. As he went off into the kitchen to fix him, what would turn out to be two sandwiches, I turned on my computer and checked my E-mail. After doing that I realized I would have to try to make my way to town tomorrow somtime.
"Well Jeff, if you are gonna stay around for a few days, your gonna have to earn your keep."
"I would like that, you got a nice place here. A lot better than where I was, I often thought that I might have a place like this someday, ya know out in the middle of nowhere to hide from the world." As he was saying that tears started to form in his gray eyes again, and one ran down his cheek. I scooted over to where he was sitting and put my arms around him and he melted into me. His body was taken over my sobs and at that point, I wanted nothing more than to make his father pay for what he had done to the boy. I gently stroked his hair, and rubbed his back in some way to try to ease the pain. Pulling away from me, "Jim, I'm sorry. I must look like a real pussy-boy, I don't mean to cry, but the pain..." That's was all he could get out before he started crying again.
"No not a pussy-boy, but someone who knows pain and hurt. Cry all you have to, it is good to get it all out." Tears were beginning to form in my eyes, and I joined in on crying too. The longer I sat there holding that beautiful young man the more I wanted to help him through all of this, and again just wanted to lay down with him and make love to him. The scent of him was driving me wild, but this was not the time. Actually the time for that may never arrive.
The last time I had looked at the clock it was nearing three. Jeff had cried himself to sleep, and I did not the heart to wake him. We had shifted and his head was on my knees and he had curled up in the fetal position. I had placed a pillow under his head when I had to go pee and get another drink. When I returned I place a blanket over him and his head back on my knees. A bit later I fell asleep again also. Being a lite sleeper when he started shifting I was jolted back to reality. All I could do was sit there and enjoy the physical contact between us.
"NO,.... I wont do it again......It is all for your goddamned drugs and that bitch aint it?......She's not my mother.....Then you go fuck him.....Fine I will get out and I hope you rot in Hell...." With that he jumped up and looked around not really knowing where he was.
"Hey, Jeff it's alright, your fine." I tried to help him back from the dream.
"Oh, shit sorry, I forgot where I was."
"Don't be sorry just relax, it's alright now and you don't have to go back there."
"Really I do, I have to get my clothes."
"Don't worry about that right now" After trying to assure him that it would be alright we had another drink and finished the night talking some more. Some talking, some laughing, and some just sitting in silence. I wish I could read the boy's mind to try to take the pain away or just erase his memory of all that had happened.
"Well like I was saying last night, your gonna have to earn your keep." I said with a slight laugh.
"Yea, I remember, dig the truck out." he said in mock disgust.
"How about some coffee, then we'll get started?"
Since Jeff and I were about the same size, I was able to outfit him in some more suitable attire for the weather outside. The roads were not too bad so it did not take too long to get into town. We stopped and had breakfast and was back home before noon. We had also stopped at the store and stocked up for a couple of days just in case the big storm the weather was reporting hit. We spent the remainder of the day just goofing off, cleaning the house a bit, and watching a little T V.
Jeff took me off surprise, "Jim, what do you think I should do now?"
"Bout what?"
"Well, nowhere to go, no plans, hell nothing. I had wanted to go to college and try to become somebody ya know? But look at me where am I? I mean I know.........."
I stopped him. "Look for now why not just go with the flow, ya know. I told you that you can stay here with me for now, and in a few days we will get the cops and go get your stuff."
"Why did you stop last night, I mean I was a total stranger, and the way I talked to you, ya know just why?" Jeff stammered out finally.
I lied some, "Well I saw a young man who looked like he needed some help. As far as the way you talked to me, you were cold, hurt, and afraid. Hell, I would have probably reacted the same way, there are a lot of perv's out there. I like to consider myself a guardian Angel to people, if I can help someone I like to help, not hinder."
"One more,...uh....I was wondering.....if uh....."
"Am I gay?"
"Yea, ya don't have to answer and I don't want to make you mad."
"As a matter of fact, I am. And you don't have to worry about me getting mad, I am pretty easy going. Now, on that how bout we get started with dinner?"
After finishing dinner, and getting the dishes cleaned, we settled back to the couch in front of the fire he started for us this time. "You think maybe you could show me some about your computer sometime, I am a total illeterate when it comes to them."
"Sure, how bout now?"
"Nah, I would really like to sit and talk some more. There is more I would like to tell you about, I just don't want you to think I have lied to you, or held anything back.."
"I don't think you have lied, tell me as much or as less that you want."
He started by tell me that the reason he was sold to men was because he and the boy across the street was caught sucking each other off. And over the years he had had to service men for his dad. The abuse and torture if he refused was nothing to put a child through. He had been more or less raped repeatedly over the past seven years. Once he ran away and when his father finally caught him he was beaten and locked in the basement for three days. There were several times through his tale that all I could do was sit there and cry right along with him. The more he talked about his young life, the closer I wanted to get to him, I infact wanted to protect him, and to love him. Finishing his story he collapsed in a tyrade of uncontrollable crying once again. I soothed him, as best I could, by holding him and stroking his brown hair, that laid in waves.
"Jeff, don't be afraid anymore, I will try to help you and take care of you for now, I have promised you that." With saying that, he seemed to loose some of the tension. He then raised his head and kissed me on the mouth, taking me by complete suprise. Eventhough, that was what I wanted I pushed him away. "Jeff, yes I am gay, but I will not take advantage of the situation. I don't feel that this would be the time, and that is not the way to pay me back for trying to help you."
He then collapsed again in crying. Through the sobs, "Jim, I am so sorry. I just thought...."
"It is not that I don't want to but I can't take advantage of your situation. I do find you attractive, if I said otherwise I would be lying, but I want to make sure it is for the right reasons and nothing else. I hope you understand."
"You are the first man to ever tell me that, and for that I do respect you. And I do find you attractive also, and I want to do things with you. I was just trying to show my appreciation. I guess you are right though,...... '
"Good, now go make us a drink." We both laughed.
The rest of the night we spent on the computer. When he got ready to go to bed I sent him up to my bed and I stayed on the couch. As he went up the stairs, I watched and wanted to go up there with him and make love to that sexy young man, but opted for another drink.
The next morning I awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon. After a breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast we went for a walk to explore the woods behind the house. Along with the house I had purchased twenty acres of wooded area. We walked for hours that day, talking, joking, haveing a snowball fight, basically being two kids. The longer we spent together, the stronger I was beginning to feel for this young man. This Angel of a boy, I guess I was falling in love the first time in my twenty-six years. The next day we had decided to go into to town and get the police to go with us to get his clothes. After that done our daily routine consisted of exploring, talking, growing closer together.
About a week later I started thinking about the way things had went for the last year, and how I got to the point of where I was now. Though I had gotten this house when I was promoted at work and moved here, I now longer worked. At twenty-six, I was financially set for a long time to come due to an inheritance from my grandmother. In truth the rest of the family hated me for even getting one red cent from her estate. I was labeled the black sheep queer that didn't deserve anything. "Fuck em", I thought," I don't need them if they cannot accept me for who I am." Now, I had the added responsabillity of trying to help Jeff out of his darkness, but that was a good thing. I had been thinking about all of the things that he had brought into my life by even being here with me. The feelings I had for his were growing, but I would not push the issue until he was ready to make the first move. Every time I got too involved about thinking about him I got hard and had to jack off, damn I wanted him to fuck me so bad.
"Jim, you still awake?" Came from the loft bedroom.
"Yea, what's up?"
Coming down the steps in only his boxers, "Had another bad dream that's all." Watching him descend the stairs, I was totally in love. His hair was slightly mussed, and his chest was a sight to behold, the hair started at his pecks and encircled his nipples going down his stomach in a treasure trail to the hidden fruit behind the cotten of his boxers. "You want a drink?"
As he turned to go toward the bar I noticed a mark on his back about midway down. I got up to take a closer look, it looked to be a bruise. "What happened to your back here?" I asked touching it, he wenced with pain.
"Dad and a ballbat."
"That mother-fucker, I should kill him for what he's done to you" Damn I was so mad at that point I couldv'e killed him.
"Jim, you told me yourself it's over. Here take your drink and go back to the couch, you also said I would be fine."
"But..."
"But nothing, just go, and talk to me." He ordered. We got to the couch and he covered himself up a bit. "Jim, over the last week....uh...... well I have started to feel things....and uh....well uh.....I think I am falling in love. There I finally said it."
"Jeff," I reached out to touch his beautiful face, "I don't..."
"Please let me," He stopped me again, "I must say this. Eventhough, I am having these feelings, I am not sure is it right or wrong or what? I have never met anyone like you, and actually you scare me. Not really you, but the way you are.....no that's not it either....dammit....the feelings of love scare me is what I mean to say."
"Don't be afraid, I would never do anything to hurt you, for I too am haveing feelings for you too, but I want it to be for the right reasons."
"Jim, would you hold me?" He moved over closer to me and we embraced. The feelings of love poured from him, but I was still not sure this was the right time. We sat for a long time cuddling, just holding on to one another, living in the moment. "Jim, make love to me, please"
"Jeff are you sure? I don't want to push you into doing anything you are not ready for."
"I don't think I have ever been more sure of anything before in my life."
Our first kiss was gentle and explosive. Our tongues fought for control of the others mouth. His skin was so silky and soft, and the love coming from him was magical. I knew this was the right time for us to explore one another. We slowly got up from the couch and ascended the stairs of what would become our bedroom. We fell onto the bed in a heap of arms and legs kissing as we fell. He took control, and climbed on top of me. He slowly made his way to my neck, nibbling and kissing his way to each of my ear lobes. Moving down my chest he found both of my hard nipples, gently kissed, sucked, and bit each of them. His tongue made its way down my torso to my bellybutton. He then stopped and found my mouth once more, then he rolled off and laid on his back. I did the same thing to him that he had just done to me. I went farther down and removed his boxers. His eight inches of cut manhood stood up straight and I could not help but put my mouth on the head and took my first taste of his precum.
"I love you Jeff."
"Oh Jim.....oooooooohhhhhhhhh."
I ran my tongue around the head of his member, then down the shaft to his ball sac. His moans became more and more offten with eacn such on his big balls. I then ran my tongue behind his balls toward his waiting hole. He raised his legs to give me plenty of room. Finding his hole the sweet smell of him was intoxicating, I then began to tongue fuck him. His breath was becoming ragged, and he was riding my face begging for more.
I stopped and move back to his hot waiting mouth and rolled over on my back. He once again too the lead and went straight to my cock and licked the precum off the throbbing head of my manhood. Jeff then slowly made his way to my ass hole. I started moaning and begging for him to fuck me. After tongue fucking me, and getting me good and wet, he spit into his hand and rubbed it onto his dick head.
"Jim, I want to make you mine totally, I am going to fuck you and deposit my seed deep inside you."
"Do it........ oooohhhh...... make me yours lover."
He pushed his cock against the hole of his desire and it entered. When it poped through I groaned loudly and arched my back. The pleasure was much more than I thought possible, I was so in love with this man and wanted him inside my body. He pushed the entire length deep inside me and bottomed out. Starting out with slow even strokes, leaving just the head inside of me then pushing all the way back in. My breath became more ragged and uneven. I could feel the oncoming orgasm and I had net even touched myself. The more he pushed the faster he got, he was riding me for all I was worth.
"OOOOHHHHHHH.......Jim......I'm gonna cum.....ooooooohhhhhhhh" he said unevenly.
"Make me your bitch," I screamed and then the first rope of hot sticky cum landed on my chest right between my nipples. Each shot made a line of cum all the way to my cock. When the last of the ninth shot finished.
"I'M CUMMING" He yelled.
I could feel his filling my tight ass with his love, emptying his entire soul into my ass. He collapased on top of me while we floated in the after glow of our first night together. After coming down we made love again soon after that and feel asleep in each others arms.
There have been many times since that night three months ago, and each time there is a renewed love in our love making. We seem to learn more about each other with each time we mate. We are planning to move to Florida when the house sales. We are in so much love.
I hope you enjoyed hearing about Jeff and Jim falling in love.
Comments are welcome ford_lonnie@hotmail.com
Saturday, June 29, 2002