I know it sounds like the beginning of a joke, but I'm a salesman and my car broke down in a small town in West Virginia.
There weren't any banjo players on the porch of the house nearby. In fact they had a phone and a tow truck appeared in about twenty minutes.
Of course, it was an old one. It looked like it needed a tow truck of its own.
But we got my car towed to the towns only gas station and the mechanic there, Bill, said it would take him sometime to fix it.
He said the town didn't have a hotel...but I could stay at the old Harris house which he owned. It seems Mrs. Harris had died last year and he had the mortgage on it.
It was a dirty as you can imagine. I managed to shake out the bedspread and nap for awhile.
I took a long walk out of town, down a dirt road. A truck pulled up and the driver offered me a ride. When I said I was just walking, he seemed to know all about me.
"Bill told me about you. Come on and meet the wife have some lunch and talk. What else are you going to do in this shit town?"
We talked. He had moved here as a child and hated the city. But one thing led to another and he was married, had kids and was trapped.
The house was an old one....weather beaten...and kids were everywhere.
"Yours?" I asked and the driver sighed.
His wife looked like a stereotypical country woman: tired, had too many kids and might have even been the child of parents who were related by blood..if you know what I mean.
The kids. They were everywhere....barefoot, dirty clothes but having fun the way kids do who dont' know they're poor. One older boy was way off until his Dad, the truck driver, yelled at him.
I watched as he ran closer. Flaming red hair, white freckled upper torso and like the other kids, barefoot. A ways off, he looked young but as he got closer I realized he wasn't a child at all.
"Brian, say hi to this man" his Dad introduced him to me. "He's the brains in the family...not like the rest of this lot"
It was true. Brian looked stunning, boyish but probably in his late teens or early twenties. There was an alertness in his expression some of the rest of the kids didn't have.
And he was carrying a book. I noted it was a biography of Mark Twain. how fitting I thought to see a real Tom Sawyer reading about the man who created him.
"Help him get cleaned up. He's staying for dinner and overnight" the man said. He hadn't actually invited me but then again, I didn't object.
I fancy myself a amateur writer, so I was interested in learning more about this family.
"He's not hers," the man said. "I got a girl pregnant long before I married her."
Brian was his son and not hers...I got it. What happened to his real mother? Why did his father have custody? What made this woman marry the man? There was a story somehow I knew.
Dinner was wonderful! I expected bad soup and bread crusts, but we had ham, vegetables, mashed potatoes and ice cream. The entire family ate till they were full. No wonder the woman looked tired.
"Yep, great cook. That's why I married her. When Mamie died, the boy and I almost left this crap town. Then I met her...and her Daddy had this land and ..." again the story about being trapped in a small town came from his lips.
"But Brian there, he needs to get out while he can. He's a bright boy. I don't want to see him sit here.....hell, I have money saved up for him too..but there's nobody to take care of him. "
I suggested it was late and time to go.
"Stay here tonight, I'll drive you in town tommorrow" He didn't suggest or invite he just stated a fact.
"You can sleep with Brian" again a statement. But this one made me nervous. While I indeed had fantasies of sleeping with the young man, I wasn't expecting to do it..nor did I expect his father to suggest it.
But I knew he merely meant for me to share the boy's room.
Brian and I talked awhile too. He loved to read, asked me questions, said he wanted to go to junior college but couldn't afford it. I thought that was odd since his Dad said he had money saved for the boy's education.
We went upstairs into the attic which Brian had converted into his bedroom "years ago" he said.
There was only one bed.
"I have friends over all the time" he said as he stripped to his skin. He didn't seem to be modest about his nudity. His curly red pubic hair seemed to be the only hair on his body.
"Guess I'm prettty white compared to all those surfer boys in CA" he said.
Pretty was the word I had in mind.
"It gets hot....so you might want to...." he said looking at me.
I took my shirt off, then my pants. My underwear seemed to be what he was waiting for.
I pulled them down with my thumbs and flipped my man meat.
Brian smiled "you look like my Dad" he said.
Incest, I thought. But he didn't mention it, so I didn't.
We were beside each other under the cool sheets on his bed. I patted his bare chest telling him it was good to meet him.
His hand rested on mine and held it there.
I didn't withdraw it either.
Our bare thighs were agaisnt each other. Our breathing became deeper as the seconds lapsed.
I stroked his smooth chest and stomach..then found his curly pubic hair and explored in it as if looking for something there.
His dick was hard..as was mine.
His hands explored me..and his whispers of adoration told me this wasn't his first time with another man.
We kissed tenderly....lightly.....but hungerly.
His mouth on my neck, nipples, stomach and cock seemed to be more then lust. It was as if we had known each other for years..and he knew my body and it's pleasures that way too.
I pulled his head up and kissed his lips..tasting myself on them.
I immitated his movements until his dick was being savored with each lick, kiss and suck I could make.
We both came while sucking each other at the same time.
He giggled and told me he always giggled when he came.
And he slept with his head on my chest. I petted his red hair...and smooth cheek.
"You both sleep ok?" Brians Dad asked us at the breakfast table.
Brian rode in town with us to get my car. He ended up riding in my car to the old Harris house. His Dad said I could bring him home later.
In the Harris house, Brian and I had sex again. This time it was agressive rather then affectionate.
As I looked over him, his ankles on my shoulders and my cock imbedded inside him. I was falling in love with the young man.
"Can I stay with you?" Brian asked as he lay on my chest again after I had milked his cock while still inside him.
I said something about his parents.
"Oh, it's ok. Dad knows about me."
There was something more to that I knew and eventually I'd find out...his Uncle, Bill the mechanic, kids in school, an occasional stranger....his school teacher....now me. His Dad knew about Brian's Uncle..and probably more.
But his Dad never went nuts, accordging to Brian. He said something about him and a buddy in the Army and never acted like there was anything wrong with it.
I told Brian he was lucky..how I had been kicked out by my parents when they caught me with a friend. That I had to be on my own, get through school, college and the military..then my work...and had survived...loved...lusted and survived.
The next morning I droe to Brian's house. He stayed back at the Harris house.
His Dad was smiling and shook my hand. He had already packed Brian's bags "just in case".
"I thought you and he would hit it off. Take good care of him. Get him to college"
We shook hands and I drove back to pick up Brian for the long drive back home..my home...and Brian's.