SHAWN
A short story By Lee Mariner
February 2002
DISCLAIMER: This is a story of two young men meeting by chance. There are homosexual acts described and if you are not of LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS MATERIAL OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL PLEASE READ NO FURTHER.
This is a fantasy and the characters portrayed are fictional and unrelated to any persons living or dead. Any such similarity is by coincidence and unintended.
ENGAGING IN UNPROTECTED SEX CAN LEAD TO LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCES. IT IS RECOMMENDED THAT YOU AVOID SEXAL CONTACT WITHOUT THE USE OF APPROVED PROTECTION.
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Copyright: 2002 -- Author: Lee Mariner -- All Rights are Reserved.
Chapter #1 of ???
THE OPEN HIGHWAY
It was a warm August day, I had the windows open letting the air flow through the Blazer. I had just dropped two friends off at Dulles International outside of Washington, D.C. They were returning to their home in Cardiff, Wales in England. Dwyane and Garth were great guys that I had met through the Internet and we had formed a loose chit-chat relationship. Once in awhile we would send cards, pictures and gay newspapers through the regular mail but mainly it was just email and chat room stuff.
Yeah, I'm gay. My name is Kevin Karper, 22, 5'10", 165lbs, with blond hair & gray eyes and a very nice body. No brag, just fact. The eyes usually throw people off since most blonds seem to have blue ones.
Dwyane sent me an email that he and Garth would be visiting D.C. on holiday and asked if maybe we could meet since I lived in Richmond. The dates of their visit worked out pretty well since I had made plans for a trip to Vermont after stopping to see a friend in New Britain, Conn. for a couple of days.
After we got the dates straight, I agreed to pick them up at Dulles. We spent a great week seeing the sights and hitting a few gay bars. They have gay bars in England but since nudity is not allowed legally, the strip bars in D.C. blew their minds.
Christ, they would anybody's, some of those guys are the heaviest hung I have ever seen and I'm not a dog when it comes to being hung. Well, I'm not up with the BIG boys but I can hold my own with the better then average size crowd. I like looking at the heavy hangers but in bed about all you can do is kiss it and jerk it off.
I had gotten two rooms in the Marriott in Alexander, Virginia a suburb of D.C. although they don't like to hear it said that way. The rates were considerably less then in D.C. proper. It's surprising how many young gay boys work in motels and Dwayne and Garth took advantage of it more then once. We did a couple of threesomes together and it was awesome. The Brits have a few tricks we don't know about but I do now. In a word, the week was AWESOME.
At the airport I promised we would stay in touch and I'd be making a trip to their digs by next spring.
The traffic was light but then it was Wednesday, the weekend crowds were still at home. I was hitting a steady 65 watching for the I95 turnoff signs when I spotted a hitchhiker standing on my side under the I95 sign, he looked half naked. I put my foot on the brake pedal and slowing down I could see that he was half naked. He wasn't wearing a shirt. The closer I got the better I could see him and he was a real looker. He was young with a tanned fantastic upper body and a very small waist wearing cutoffs.
You hear stories about hitchhikers and I was quickly thinking if I should or should not pick him up. What the hell, I could probably hold my own if it turned out to be nasty. I pulled over on the shoulder about 30" past him. In the rear view mirror I could see him pickup what looked like a large duffel bag and trot towards me. The closer he got the better I could see that he was one of the best looking kids I had seen and I couldn't help but wonder why he was out here hitchhiking.
The back window was down and he tossed his bag in the back. When he reached the window he flashed a brilliant smile as he opened the door.
"Thanks, mister."
"Your welcome. Been there long?" I released the brake and eased back on the cutoff down onto 95.
"Not very long. Some guy heading for Philadelphia dropped me off about 15 minutes ago. I wanted to stay on 95 without going that way on the by-pass. He asked me if maybe I would like to stop at his place and I could clean up a little and then he would run me back to 95. Shit, I knew what he wanted but he was not my bag. You're the first that come along. I appreciate you stopping."
"Glad to do it. You must be headed north since that's the way 95 goes. Where you headed?" I felt just a little stupid at that statement but this kid had a body that made your tongue thick and the brain a little numb.
"Up to Boston, you?"
"Vermont, Montpelier or just about wherever I feel like going. I make pretty loose travel plans stopping and going when I want. Hell, I might even head for Boston who knows?"
My passenger hooked his left leg up on the seat and stuck his hand out.
"My name's Shawn."
"Kevin." We shook hands and he had a nice firm grip.
"Nice meeting you Kevin. I like the way you travel but don't you have a job?"
"No not really Shawn. I do some volunteer work, fund raising things like that."
"Must be nice"
I glanced over at him and the sight made my cock twitch. He caught me looking and I turned my head back to the front watching the road.
"What about you, don't you work?"
He gave a little laugh and then said, "I guess you could say I do. I was working my way back to Boston with Ringling Bros. Circus but I left them. I was a roustabout, driving stakes, putting up tents that kind of stuff. They were making a swing West before heading back to Boston and that would get me back too late."
"Back to late for what? Oh, I'm sorry Shawn that's none of my business."
"That's okay. I go to Boston U, second year. I want to get back a little early before first semester so I can find an off campus place to live. Living on campus sucks."
Out of the corner of my eye I could see him lift his hips pulling his cutoffs down a little and adjusting himself. I could see a nice package in his crotch and it didn't help my swollen cock stuffed in my jeans. I wriggled my butt a little but it didn't help much.
We drove along for a few miles without saying anything else. Every once in awhile I would glance at him and he was just leaning in the corner his smoothly muscled chest rising and falling from his even breathing. He had rested his right hand in his crotch with his left arm across the back of the seat. My mouth was dry and I could feel pre-cum oozing from the slit in my cock.
Like a bolt out of the blue, he leaned forward a little and said, "Are you gay Kevin?"
I wrenched the wheel so hard when I heard him that I damn near lost control. Regaining control I looked over at him.
"Damn that's a hell of a question to ask someone."
"Not really Kevin. Are you?"
"What gives you that idea Shawn?"
"From the way you have been checking me out and the gay emblem on your license plate."
"Damn." I said. "I forgot all about that emblem. You'll want me to drop you at the next exit I guess?"
"You can drop me in Boston if you want but I'll ride as far as you want to carry me."
"But you said something about knowing what that guy in Philadelphia wanted and not being your bag."
"He was kind of fat, had a scraggly beard and probably 50yrs old if not older. You missed the key, I said "but he was not my bag. When I saw your emblem I thought you might be gay but I wanted to be sure."
"Are you gay or just out for a good time?"
"Gay, proud of it and I don't go to bed with fat, sloppy old men."
"For crying out loud Shawn. With that body and hitchhiking without a shirt your bound to have some dude's hitting on you."
"I know that but you would be surprised how many rides I get without it on. Lots of straight guys just stop and pick me up for the looks. I get a kick out of them staring and driving. I don't meet very many young good looking guys like you on the road. Damn few for that matter. Surprised me a little when I saw what you looked like. Why don't you unzip your jeans and straighten yourself out before it breaks."
"You've noticed that have you?" I tried pulling the zipper down with one hand but wasn't having much luck when Shawn slid closer and reached for the zipper."
"Here let me help you with that before you wreck us. I want to get to Boston in one piece."
He unsnapped the top and holding the flaps he pulled the zipper down and then reached inside my jeans. I gasped out loud.
"Shit, your wearing briefs. I never wear them. To restrictive, bunches me all up. Suck in your gut."
I sucked in and he pulled my briefs out running his hand inside wrapping his strong fingers around my cock pulling it up. Squeezing it tight he looked at me with his dark brown eyes and run the tip of his tongue over his lips. My cock was steel hard and he squeezed it harder.
Sliding a little closer I could see the thick outline of his cock stretched down the leg of his cutoffs.
"Lift your hips Kevin." I just looked at him. "Lift your hips so I can pull your jeans down and get a better look.
I lifted my hips holding onto the steering wheel and he ran his arm behind my back hooking his thumbs in the waistband he pushed down and all 8" of my cock sprang free. I reached for the electric window buttons and closed the side and rear windows, the dark glass shutting off the outside.
Looking around he grinned at me.
"That's great, hit the back button on the seat."
I looked at him with a little alarm. "Shawn, what...?"
He stopped me with his hand over my mouth. His eyes were glittering and the strong almost overpowering masculine odor of his body was like an aphrodisiac. I slid the seat back as he squeezed my throbbing cock. I knew what he was going to do and I wanted him to take me as much as I wanted him. I took my hand off the wheel and reached for his cock but he stopped me.
"Just drive Kevin, let me do the rest."
I inhaled deeply and eased off the accelerator slightly as he placed his arm behind my neck his hand squeezing my shoulder. He ran his hand up under my shirt massaging my breasts and I ground my teeth trying to stifle the groan that was rising from my throat.
"Nice Kevin. I could tell you had a body on you when I got in the truck."
He was driving me crazy rubbing my chest and stomach. The pre-cum was almost shooting from the head of my cock I was so hot. God but I wanted to find a place we could pull off as he stroked me gently, his thumb spreading the juice around the head.
Shawn played with me, first rubbing my chest and stomach and then stroking my steel hard cock. Suddenly he moved his hip away from mine and ducked his head under my arm his mouth sliding down until the head touched at the entrance to his throat. In the position he was in, he must have known that was all he could do and his tongue swirled around the length he could take. My mind was in a fog from the intense feeling he was generating with his sucking. His hand pressed down on my pelvis as I felt my juices rising, my cock hardening just before the intense explosion and I could feel his throat working to swallow the thick gushing flow from my cock.
I sucked my gut in holding my breath as I felt surge after surge and then the slow softening as he drained my nuts his head resting back against my gut. I couldn't help but run my hand over his back and down his ribs. The muscles rippling, his chest heaving as he withdrew stripping the juice from me. I felt weak in my hips as he raised his head up sliding back close to me.
He touched my ear softly and then said, "You tasted wonderful Kevin. Not bitter just slightly salty and creamy sweet. Boy I needed that. You came along at the right time. I haven't had sex in over a week."
"It was great Shawn but what about you?"
"I shot my load when you did. Just a little messy but I wanted you I was so horny. You got something I can clean up with handy?"
"No but take my shirt, use it."
Shawn pulled my shirt off over my head and then pulled his cutoffs down. I glanced down at his crotch and sucked air in between my clinched teeth. He had a thick dark bush and I could see about 4" of soft uncut cock resting in his soft hair. Looking back and forth between the road and his crotch I watched as he wiped himself clean his cock swelling a little when he stretched it out and wiped it off.
My cock was still uncovered and hanging down over my balls, it started swelling at the sight of Shawn. Breathing heavy, I tried concentrating on my driving.
"Damn Shawn, you are making a nervous wreck out of me. I sure would like to get in bed with you."
"I'm going to leave my shorts down until they dry a little if you don't mind Kevin. Roll the windows down a little so some air can circulate. Want me to cover up with your shirt?"
"Christ, I'm just as naked as you are. Leave them down. No one is going to see anything unless they are in an 18-wheeler and I could care less if they do."
Rolling the windows down I looked over at him again. I couldn't take my eyes off of his upper body and now he was almost naked beside me. I wanted to ask if he wanted to stay overnight with me in Hartford but I wasn't sure if he would. He had mentioned getting out of one car wanting to stay on 95 for Boston. We sat in silence for a couple of heartbeats and it was as if he was reading my thoughts.
"Did I hear you say something about a bed Kevin?"
"Oh, yeah. It just popped out awhile ago but..."
"You going on through to Montpelier or are you staying somewhere."
"I had planned on staying in Hartford tonight. I made reservations at the Marriott. Would you want to put up with me for the night? We could have dinner and then a good breakfast in the morning."
"Thanks Kevin, I'd like that. But I don't have a lot of money with me. Hell, I don't have a lot of money period but I would like to stay with you."
"Who said anything about money Shawn? There are no strings on the invitation. At least not ones that call for money."
"I just didn't want you thinking I was a bum or hustling you. I have money in the Shawmut Bank in Boston if I need some but mostly it is for school. I usually find a job when I'm in school for living expenses. My parents send me some every now and then when they can."
I looked over at this Charles Atlas clone sitting next to me. He couldn't be much younger then me and I thought there was a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Shawn. How old are you?"
"21, why? How old are you?"
"22 and no particular reason for asking. Where's your home? With your accent you must be from the mid-west."
"Kentucky. Small town south of Cincinnati called Corinth. Hardly even a speck on a map. Live on a small 90 acre farm raising chickens and tobacco. My dad scratches out a living."
"How did you get to be a student at BU, it's not a cheap college?"
"Wrestling scholarship. Rather a partial scholarship. It covers the tuition and I have to make up the rest bet I can."
"That explains your body. I don't remember when I saw anyone with a build like yours."
"That's part of it. I worked out at school but a lot of it was from working on the farm. We didn't have all of the fancy machines that some farms have. Dad & I did just about all of it by hand. Heaving and stacking 90lb hale bales and 100lb feed sacks helps out. Except at school I didn't have a coach. I saved and bought me a weight set so I could work out at home when I wasn't working with dad. Bought a lot of muscle magazines and followed the workout's a lot of the big guys said they used. My dad always said it wouldn't get me anywhere. Well, it got me a scholarship to college."
That weight set and hard farm work had really developed him. I was pretty well built but not like Shawn, he was fantastic. We rode silent for a few more miles, Shawn looking out the window as the New Jersey landscape flew by. I had shifted over onto the New Jersey Turnpike to get away from the traffic on I95. The Turnpike was traveled but not like 95 and it would give me a better access to the Garden State Parkway.
"Kevin. Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
"I won't guarantee an answer but shoot."
"Well, you're only a year older then me but you said you don't work. How can you travel around if you don't work unless your family has money?"
I glanced at him with a sort of chuckle, "I was wondering when that would come up. You brought something else up first so guess you got sidetracked a little."
"Yeah, I sure did. Hell of a sidetrack."
"Okay Shawn, how do I say this so it sounds right? My family lives in Richmond and my parents do have some money, I have more."
"Now how in hell can that be? How can you have more money then your parents? Don't you live with them?"
"Hold on Shawn, you didn't let me finish. My grandfather started Atlantic Tire and Automotive years ago. After my dad graduated from college, he worked in the company with my grandfather. I worked there for a little while until I started college and even while I was in school. The company has stores in three states, Virginia, North Carolina and Georgia. There are only two stores in Virginia, the rest are in the other states. Some of them are franchised but we own the others, 20 I think. When my grandparents died, gramps left the company in trust to me. Pissed my dad off big time and that is one of the reasons I don't live with them. That and being gay."
"Your grandfather left his business to you and not your dad? That's unusual isn't it? Most of the time it's the other way around."
I didn't say anything for a few minutes. I was asking myself why I was telling him this, a stranger that I had only met a few hours before. But Shawn had an intelligence that his muscles hid. He seemed genuinely interested and straightforward from the questions he was asking. Besides, it couldn't hurt anything since we probably wouldn't ever see each other again after we parted wherever that was going to be. I hadn't decided if I was going on to Montpelier or Boston just yet.
"My grandfather and my dad did not get along with each other. Gramps left dad money but not the company. They fought all of the time over the company going public. Dad wanted to but Gramps did not. I have to admit that Gramps was probably right what with the way the stock market has gone lately. I inherited the company, a condo in Key West, Fla. and another one in Nags Head, N.C. I own it but I can't touch it until I'm 25. There is a trustee, Harrison Corvette, he handles it for me until then. I get an allowance, $25,000 a month."
"$25,000 a month!!!! God, that's more then my dad makes in a year on the farm."
"It does seem like a lot doesn't it? I don't use it all but I don't let Harrison know it or he might cut it back. Every now and then I get a little more like this Blazer. Old Harrison likes to swing on my rod once in awhile. He likes young guys and the first time he saw my cock he drooled until I let him have it."
We both laughed over that.
"I can see why he would drool, you do have a rod on you. One of the best I have run across."
"He sucks it when I want something but no other way. He wants me in bed but that is going too far. Harrison must be about 60 and he smells. I've never understood why Gramps made him the trustee, still don't."
"He must have had good reasons for doing it. This Harrison seems to do pretty good for you."
"Oh, he has but I still don't trust him that much. There is a hell of a lot of money and property involved. My dad can't do anything about how it is handled but when I turned 21 I retained my own attorney. He audits the trust every 6 months and gives me a summary on how it is doing. Harrison pitched a bitch but he couldn't do anything about it since I was of legal age. Besides, all I have to do is rub my crotch and he drops to his knees. Hell of a power to have over someone isn't it?"
"Nice to have something someone wants. Hey Kevin, there is a rest stop coming up, mind if we stop? I need to take a piss pretty bad. My cutoffs are dry enough."
"Yeah, me too. We need gas and I'm a little hungry. Want a burger or something?"
"Sounds good to me."
It was one of the Sunoco stops that are on the Turnpike. I pulled into the first parking area so we could finish dressing. Shawn had to run around to the back of the truck so he could get a shirt. I reached over the back of the seat and pulled one of my bags closer and pulled out a shirt. Shawn had one of those shirts that still shows every muscle and turns some peoples heads when he walks by them. He does have one hell of a build and with his dark hair and tan he was even more devastating. Dressed, I moved on to the pumps and then suddenly, like a light clicking on, I realized he didn't have a tan line. I stopped at the pumps and just as we were getting out, I said,
"Hey, you don't have a tan line. You're tanned all over."
Shawn grinned as he opened the door, "Noticed that did you?"
An attendant came up to the window and asked if I wanted it filled and checked under the hood.
"Yeah. After you finish park it and we'll pick it up after we eat."
"I'll need your credit card sir if you're going to leave your vehicle."
"I don't use credit cards, here's $50. Have a receipt when I get back."
The kid said, "yes sir" as I walked away. I had credit cards but I wasn't going to leave one with him or anyone for that matter.
It was busy as hell inside but we finally managed to get or orders placed. I ordered a burger with mustard and onions with a side of fries and a large coke. Shawn selected a chicken salad on wheat toast with fruit and milk.
"Do you always eat like that Kevin? There's a lot of fat in that stuff. Better start eating better, especially at our age."
At first I was angered just a little at his remark. I started to tell him so but the look in his eyes told me he was right. I had worked out some before when I was in college but after I quite and started running around it just didn't seem necessary. I never did start smoking and seeing what it was doing to my parents was an even better reason not to. Shawn was looking around the room and at me. I saw a couple of guys checking us out but was pretty sure it was because of him, not me.
The waitress brought our food and at first I wasn't going to eat it but order something else. He must have read my mind again.
"Go ahead, eat it. I'm sorry for saying anything, none of my business."
"No, you're right, I should eat better. I'm just on the go so much and it seems all I eat is fast food."
That sounded like a pretty lame excuse but Shawn didn't say anything as he bit into his sandwich. We ate silently for a few minutes just looking at each other and around the dining room. I was still thinking about either going to Boston or Montpelier and again almost like he knew what I was thinking.
"I've never been to Montpelier Kevin. What's it like?"
He startled me at first and I couldn't help but think, "how does he do that."
"It's like some town back in the 1800's. It's very Bohemian with lots of college kids and small stores. No big Wal-Marts and that's the way they like it. There are several coffee shops where they quote poetry and read the classics. They don't allow smoking in any public buildings but that's not a bad thing. If you spit on the sidewalk or litter you can get a ticket and don't look for a gay bar, no way. Every now and then you will spot a car with a gay emblem or colors but if they have gathering spots, I don't know where."
"Sounds like a drag. Why do you go there if it's like that?"
"I don't stay in Montpelier Shawn. I stay with a couple of guys that own a B&B in a small town outside of Montpelier called Woodbridge. There is a little gay life there but it is still kept quiet. Mainly, I just like it up there. I like the hiking, visiting the Von Tropp Lodge and having lunch. I stayed there once, it's a really nice place. I might buy or build a house here someday, who knows."
We finished eating and I paid the check even though Shawn objected and wanted to pay his share. I told him to leave the tip. On the way back to the truck, he offered to drive if I wanted him to.
"Okay by me unless you're afraid I might attack you."
"That's up to you but I'd rather wait until later if the offer is still open to stay with you tonight."
"You don't get away from me that fast stud. I owe you one." He just grinned at me and I felt a little surge in my chest, not in my crotch.
We saw the truck parked under a couple of trees and while I finished up with the attendant, he walked ahead pulling his shirt off. The attendant saw me looking as he handed me my change and looked in Shawn's direction just as his shirt came off, his broad tanned back gleaming in the sunlight. I had to get his attention back to hand him a tip.
"Errr, oh, okay mister thanks."
I walked on to the truck grinning and thinking, "Shawn just made that boy's day for him." I flipped the keys through the window and pulling my own shirt off got in on the passengers side for one of the rare times I ever sat there.
"You shouldn't do that Shawn, you'll give someone a heart attack or at the least a throbbing cock."
"What's that, what did I do?"
"You took your shirt off and that boy back there couldn't take his eyes off of you. I bet he has no idea how much I tipped him."
"Well, how about you? You took your shirt off didn't you?"
"I don't have what you have Shawn, not nearly."
"I wouldn't say that. It looks to me like you do."
"I meant the body and I haven't seen much else of you."
"You were looking at the rest of me when I was cleaning up with your shirt."
"You got me there. The only difference is you saw all of me and I only got a look at about half of you."
"That can be remedied later. Are we staying on 95 through NYC? It gets pretty crowded in the city."
"No, take the Garden State Parkway exit just up ahead. We'll pickup the Tappen Zee Bridge and that runs right into the Connecticut Parkway into Hartford. It's a little longer but you get there just about as fast."
Shawn swung the Blazer smoothly down the exit and as I was reaching for my wallet, he pulled a $10 out of his pocket for the toll.
"I got this, you paid for lunch."
"Okay but we are going to need some change for a couple of tolls on the Garden State."
I opened the glove box and from the change holder inside I pulled out the change we would need and laid it on the console. The Tappen Zee would be a couple of bucks but you had to stop for that toll.
Traffic on the Garden State Parkway is always heavy and today was no exception. We both were watching in front, left and right of us. NY and NJ drivers are nuts, always in a hurry. There was not much time for talk and we rode in silence. I had locked the doors and hooking my leg up on the seat rode just as Shawn had earlier. He was a good driver from what I could see so I kept my mouth shut as he tooled the Blazer through the traffic to the bridge exit. The toll was $3 and I handed it to him before he could say anything.
Traffic eased a little and he looked over at me.
"Boy am I glad that's over. Did you ever see such crazy people? Damn, where are they going in such a hurry? Did you notice almost all of them had banged up fenders and front ends? Craziest people. Not like Kentucky for sure."
"It's like that every time I come up here. Better then in the city though, they are real crazy there."
"I don't see how they could be."
Shawn was doing good so I just sat back and enjoyed being driven for a change. I didn't realize I had fell asleep until I felt my leg being shaken.
"Kevin, better wake up. We're almost in Hartford."
I shook my head and stretched, my cock was like a rock.
"Damn Shawn, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you."
"From the looks of it, you must have been having a hell of a dream."
"Yeah, I was dreaming of you and you woke me up at the best part."
"From the way you were moaning I could probably guess what that was. My cock got hard just listening and watching you."
I looked in his crotch and he wasn't kidding. The fly of his cutoffs was open and he looked huge. I slid over a little closer and squeezed it. He gasped and sucked his gut in.
"Boy Shawn you didn't tell me the truth, you're huge."
"Just thicker Kevin, we are both about the same length. Don't squeeze too much or I'll come all over you. I got hot as hell watching you and hearing you moaning. Boy, you really get into it don't you?"
"We will save this until later and later we'll find out how much we get into. Take the next exit, the Marriott is just off the exit."
I slid back against the door hoping my cock would go down but thinking about later was not helping at all and Shawn was still hard as me as he exited the Parkway.
"Beware of hitchhikers. They might want more then
your money."
Lee Mariner