Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2013 08:24:17 -0800 (PST) From: August Zellner Subject: Julian - Day 1 JULIAN Introduction and Disclaimer This is a story about a man who falls in love with a boy who falls in love with a girl who shows them both a new world. I did not know I was going to write this story. I thought writing erotic stories was just a phase I was going through, and I thought I was finished with that phase. But then as I began to prepare for a solo trip out of town, I started indulging myself with fantasies about meeting a boy on that trip, and a few weeks before I left I suddenly felt compelled to start writing it down. But by the time I was finished with the "real" trip, I had only written up to about Day 3 of the "fantasy" trip and kind of lost interest and set the whole thing aside. But I actually did like the part I had written, and I knew where the story was going, so over time I occasionally returned and added more to it until – tadahh! – now it's done, and you can read it and decide if you like this little story as much as I do. This story involves nudity, sexual activities and sexual situations between young boys and girls under the age of 18, as well as an erotic but only sort-of-consummated-in-a-very-peculiar-way relationship between a man and a boy (although the man fantasizes – a lot – about consummating the relationship). As your author I do not condone or advocate such activities. All characters, situations, and story lines are completely fictional. If this story is illegal in your jurisdiction, or if you are not of legal age to read this story, please do not read it. You have been warned. I should also point out that although the story is based on a real cross-country trip, any shit-hole described in this story is completely fictional. As far as I know, there isn't even one shit-hole in the entire state of Georgia, and there is certainly no shit-hole associated with or anywhere near to the Fresh Links Vacation Resort in Indiana – so don't bother trying to sue me for defamation! As far as I know, all the employees at the Fresh Links Resort are highly-paid professionals and they all live in mansions. And last but not least, I have met the real proprietor of the Red Barn General Store and as far as I can tell he is NOT a pedophile. So there. Day 1 I was driving alone through rural Georgia, having taken a side trip off I-75 on my way north from Macon. Instead of suffering through Spaghetti Junction or the beltways of Atlanta on my way to Tennessee, I was cruising up US 129 and State Road 53, through towns like Madison and Watkinsville. I had the time. It was early Saturday morning, and I didn't need to be in Indiana until Sunday night. Later today I'll stop in Chattanooga and "See Rock City" and Ruby Falls, then stay overnight somewhere in Tennessee. Tomorrow I'll spend a few hours at Mammoth Cave in Kentucky – then it's on to Indiana with no problem. Somewhere near the small town of Jefferson I saw a hitch-hiker. Holy shit – it looks like a young migrant worker boy, maybe 12 or 13 or something! There he stands in his dirty khaki cargo pants with a little bit of his blue underwear sticking out, no shirt and bare feet! Messy black hair and deep bronze skin – oh god he was ssssooooo beautiful! And there he was with his thumb sticking up, ASKING to get picked up. I pulled over, unable to resist the temptation of having a half-dressed young brown boy ride along with me for a while. Once I pulled over I let the passenger side window down – to give the boy a chance to look me over if he wanted, before deciding whether to get in the car. And that's just what he did, leaning his arms on the car door and taking a look at me. He was a little out of breath in the summer heat, and as he exhaled into the car I could smell his sweaty odor. He was even more beautiful up close. "So, ya wanna ride with an old white man for a while?" I said. He looked at me for a second and said "Sure," and got in. My heart was pounding as I pulled back onto the road. "So," I stumbled, "Ummm, how far are you going?" "As far away from here as I can get," he said. Oh holy shit! My mind was racing now – could this boy really be running away from home? Of course that would be any pedophile's dream – a half-naked runaway migrant worker boy – a boy on the margins of American society, a boy that maybe nobody would ever even miss – and now he was right here, right here in my car! – but the possibilities of something going wrong, getting arrested and sent to prison even if you haven't really "done anything," well, those possibilities were almost endless. I tried to keep my cool. After a minute I said, "Well if ya wanna get far away from here, how about Indiana?" "Where'z'zat?" he said. "Well," I said, "It's about 500 miles from here, and it's gonna take two days to get there." He sat there next to me as I drove my small cross-over SUV up US 129 and thought for a minute, and then he said, "Sounds fine with me." Oh shit – now what? That, of course, was the answer my heart wanted to hear, but it was also the scariest possible answer too. I needed to come up with a way to make all this work out, and I needed to do that right now, before I started driving an under-age half-naked runaway boy across several state lines. I saw an old abandoned gas station ahead, so I pulled in there and stopped. "Um, you can come to Indiana with me, I'd really like that, but we need to talk about a couple things first," I said. "Oh shit – what now?" he said, "Now we gotta talk? I don't wanna talk, I just wanna get outta here. I hate it here, I hate everybody here and I just wanna get as far away from this shit-hole as possible. So are ya gonna get me outta here or not?? Maybe I should just get out right now and try somebody else!" and he tried to open the car door but it was still in auto-lock. "Wait!" I said, "Just - - wait a minute." He hesitated, so I continued, "I'll take ya, I really will – no problem. Actually, I really want to - - and I'm not tryin' to be a pain in the ass - - but - - if I'm gonna take a kid half-way across the country - - really, there are a couple things we hafta talk about first. It'll only take a minute, okay?" "Like what?" he said. "Well," I tried to get my thoughts in order, "A guy like me ... could get in a lot of trouble, ya know, if somebody said I was trying to kidnap you or something." Okay, that much is out there, and he's still just looking at me. "Um, so look," and I pressed the button to unlock everything, "See? Everything's unlocked. I'm really not kidnapping you, I'm not gonna do anything to you, and if I do anything you don't like you're free to go any time – okay?" "Well that's pretty stupid," the boy said, " 'Course yer not kidnappin' me – I want ya ta take me away from here!" "Yeah I know," I said, "but, I mean, somebody else might not see it that way." "Okay, so what else?" he said. He actually speaks English quite well, I thought, there's only a little accent. He's probably been here in the US most of his life, maybe even all of it. "Well, does anybody even know you're gone yet? Or did you just skip out and not tell anybody?" "No, I got in a big fight with my old man and he chased me outta the trailer, so I decided this time I ain't goin' back." "Right – and ya got no money either, right? And no clothes besides what you're wearing, and no shoes, or anything, right?" "I guess not." We looked at each other for a few seconds. "Well, I'll tell ya what. I'm not a millionaire or anything, but as long as you're with me I can certainly take care of ya – buy whatever food ya want, get ya some clothes, and give you a place to stay too, but you're always free to come and go as you please the whole time – I mean, that's what ya want, right? To be free?" "Yeah." "And when we get to Indiana, I'm gonna be staying at a pretty nice place – it's vacation resort with all kinds of stuff." "What's a `resort'?" "Well, it's a nice big place where people go for vacations – so everybody there is on vacation, and the resort has all kinds of stuff like a big swimming pool, club house, video game room, basketball courts, bike rentals, hiking trails, a hot spring and other stuff. And I'm gonna have a whole 2-bedroom townhouse there for a week – so you'd have your own room, and I'll give you a key to the house and you can just have fun and do whatever you want. Some of the stuff might cost money to do, but if so I can pay for it." "My own room? For real?" "Yeah, and since there's a lot of families there on vacation, I'll bet there'll be a lot of other kids too, so you can, ya know, make some friends and have fun for a week. I mean, seriously, I know you're not gonna wanna be hangin' around with some old geezer for a week when ya could be off havin' fun." "You're not that old – I'll bet my uncle Tito is almost as old as you, and I like him." "Well, I'd sure like it if you wanna do some things with me – really – but I'm just sayin', you're not stuck with me for the whole week. Then at the end of the week I'll be driving right back through here again on my way home – so if ya wanna come home, I'll bring ya right back, but really, it's still up to you – if ya like Indiana you can stay there, or I'll drop ya off anywhere ya want on the way back." "So what's the catch?" he said after a minute. "I mean, are ya some kinda pervert or somethin', and ya wanna suck my dick for a week?" He must have just been looking for my reassurance that no, of course I'm not a pervert – but instead I was suddenly so embarrassed that I turned beet red! "Oh SHIT!" he blurted out, "That's really it!" "Wait!" I said, "Just - - wait a minute." Again he hesitated, just long enough for me to plead, "I told ya, I'm not gonna do anything to ya, and if I ever do anything you don't like you're always free to go any time – okay?" He did not jump out of the car and run off. "Seriously – I'm not gonna do anything to ya – for real." He did not jump out of the car and run off. "But ya really are a perv, right?" "Ummmm, yeah ..." "And that's why ya picked me up – cuz ya like lookin' at me?" "I promise – I won't ever ever do anything to ya ..." "I ain't no gay boy, so ya BETTER not do anything ..." "Fine - - Fine!" I said, "Like I said, I'm not going to - - and I know this sounds really weird, but I wouldn't even want to be with some faggoty little gay boy anyway. I only like real boys – straight boys ..." Suddenly the boy got a big shit-eating grin. "But ya wanna look, right? Hey old man – take a look!" and he turned in his seat so he was leaning back against the passenger side door with his beautiful brown body facing me, giggling while I was totally humiliated. There he sat, giggling like a little turd, and I couldn't resist – I had to look. He even spread his legs apart, with one pretty little bare foot on the floor and the other on the console between the seats, so his left knee rested upright against the passenger seat. Suddenly I was captivated by his open crotch, and by his bare belly as it jiggled every time he laughed. I stared helplessly like a total shithead. "And you're gonna take me with ya, and pay for everything, and buy me anything I need, and let me do whatever I want – just so you can look at me for a week? Holy shit!" he declared. "Let's go!" and he giggled some more. It took me a minute to sort of recover from my embarrassment, after which I said a little sheepishly, "Well all right then ..." and I put the car in gear and pulled back onto the highway. As soon as we reached 15 mph I heard the auto-lock click, so at least I knew the door he was leaning back on wouldn't accidently open. No seat belt, but right now that seemed like a pretty minor consideration ... From where he was now sitting, he could see that I had the rear seats folded down so the whole back of the car was open flat. My suitcase was laying way in the back by the rear hatch, but up closer to us was a pillow. He reached over and got the pillow and set it up against the passenger side door so he could sit back comfortably, even as he displayed himself to me while I drove along alternately trying to watch the road and sneak a few looks at him. "So what's your name?" I said. "Julian. What's yours?" "Scott," I lied. Was he lying too? I have no idea. "How old are you?" I asked. "16." "You're lying," I said, "You don't look anywhere near 16. So how old are you really? And before you answer that, just remember – for a guy like me, the younger the better ..." Well, now I was getting brave, eh? – encouraging him to lie in the other direction ... "Okay so I'm 11," he said. "Now that's more like it," I said. Then I realized there was one other piece of housekeeping that I had to deal with right away. "So look," I said, "before we go much further you're gonna have to call somebody and tell them what you're up to, so they shouldn't worry about you." "Oh maaaaannn!" he said. "Yeah really, because otherwise by tomorrow your face is gonna be all over the TV, and then the cops'll be haulin' me off to jail and draggin' you back home to your dad." I figured he wouldn't like that option very much, and sure enough he didn't. "So anyway, I'm not gonna let ya use my phone to do that, but before we're out of Georgia I'm gonna get one of those pay-as-you-go phones for you and put some time on it. If you get along with your uncle Tito like you said, maybe you could call him, and he can pass the word along. Tell him you left after the fight with your dad but you're coming back in a week, and give him the cell phone number so he knows he can always check on ya and know you're all right. If ya want, tell him not to give the number to anybody else. Well, tell him whatever you want, cuz like I said before I'm not kidnapping you and you can do as you please." "Okay," Julian said. After that I just drove along for a while and we looking at the scenery and occasionally made small talk. Of course, in my case the scenery included Julian, and I gradually got comfortable with the idea that I could look at him as much as I wanted, and he'd let me do that, and I really, really wanted to do that, so that after a while he was almost the only scenery I was looking at, my eyes were alternating between paying attention to my driving and staring directly at Julian's open crotch. I even did this as we were driving thru McDonald's for lunch (his idea), in fact sitting in the drive-thru line and in a parking space while we ate gave me even more time to stare at Julian's crotch, and then let my eyes wander and take in every little part of his half-naked body. God he was pretty! As we got close to I-75 I pulled into a 7-Eleven store. I needed gas anyway, so I said this is where I'm gonna get your phone. "Also, somewhere along the line I'm gonna have to get you a T-shirt and some shoes. As much as I like you better with no shirt on, we're gonna be stopping at places that won't let ya in without a shirt and shoes." "Okay," he said, "like where are we stoppin'?" I pointed to a billboard across the highway. "See that?" I said. The billboard was split into two parts – one side said "See Rock City" and the other said "Ruby Falls." "We're gonna go there this afternoon." "Cool!" he said. While I pumped gas and looked around inside for the phone and some snacks, Julian used the bathroom. When I returned to the car there he was, sitting sideways in the passenger seat again. Once I had his phone set up I entered his number into my phone, and mine into his. Then I handed it to him to make his call. I have no idea who he called or what he told them because the whole conversation was in Spanish, but by the time we were passing the I-75 Tennessee Welcome Center he was finished. Chattanooga is not a big city, but once we got off I-75 there was plenty of strip commercial crap to drive through on the way to Rock City. Seeing an Outlet Center with a Payless Shoe Store, we stopped. I pulled a T-shirt out of my suitcase. It was way too big for him, but I said "Put this on for now so they'll let ya in the store. When we get to Rock City, I'll buy you a T-shirt at the gift shop before we go in" (which I did). While I had the suitcase open, I also pulled out my camera and camcorder. "Hope ya don't mind if I take pictures and movies of ya," I said as I fumbled to switch out the memory card in the camera with one I could hide from my family when I got home. "I should've known," he said. Then before he put the shirt on, he posed for the first few photos. Well as I said before, it was Saturday afternoon, in fact it was the third Saturday in June so it was summer vacation, so Rock City and Ruby Falls were both very crowded. That wasn't so much of a problem at Rock City other than the parking lot being almost full. If you've never been there, Rock City is at the top of Lookout Mountain where there are a whole lot of large boulders and a spectacular view of the whole surrounding region (thus the name of the mountain and its strategic importance during the Civil War). You walk on a path through the different boulder formations on your way to the viewpoint, and you can take as much time as you want, but there's no waiting even if it's crowded. Ruby Falls was a different situation. It's halfway down the mountain, and it's actually a cave tour with an impressive waterfall inside the cave. You have to take an elevator from the gift shop down to the cave, there's only one elevator and it only holds about 20 people. Therefore, when Ruby Falls gets crowded you end up with really long lines and wait times comparable to anything you might experience at a popular ride at Disney World. The ticket line went all the way out the door and snaked around on the walkway outside, and then we had to wait on the line for the elevator too. It was almost an hour before we started the tour down in the cave, and then it turns out that most of the cave is very narrow so your tour group has to keep stopping to wait for other groups to pass by going the opposite direction. But wouldn't you know it – all these lines, and all these crowds of families with their children, only provided plenty of opportunities for Julian to flirt with just about every pretty little girl we passed by! My heart was just melting the whole time watching him! Of course, many of the parents yanked their little girls away as soon as they noticed what was going on, but some of them didn't and some of those little girls flirted right back! Wow, if this is what this whole week is going to be like, I can hardly wait! Having discouraged Julian from totally pigging out on snacks at the gift shop, once we were on I-24 heading toward Nashville I said, "Let's find a nice restaurant to have dinner at." Julian laughed again. "Now it sounds like yer tryin' ta take me out on a date or somethin'!" "Nooooo!!" I said. "I just wanna go someplace nicer than McDonalds." "Oh sure," he said, "ya just wanna take me out for dinner and then bring me back to your motel room, that's all." It was embarrassing, but it was funny too and I had to laugh along with him. He was sssoooooo cute. Pretty soon I saw a sign for a Golden Corral, which I figured would be a winner because it had a big selection for Julian to choose from. After we ate we continued through Tennessee and I looked for a hotel. I was trying to find one of those "Inns & Suites" places so I could get a "suite" which is just a bigger nicer room and actually doesn't cost that much more. Soon – tadahhhh! – found one and we stopped for the night. Once we were settled in our room I said, "Well, kid, you REALLY need a shower – and while ya do that I'll take your clothes down to the laundry room." "Yeah, I guess you're right," he said as he sat there flicking the TV remote trying to find something to watch. Then he tossed the remote down on the bed, rolled over and looked at me and busted out laughing again. "Yeah right! So now I gotta take my clothes off and give 'em ta you, and ya never bought me anything else to wear today!" "Oh well!" I said, "But ya gotta admit, ya need a shower and your clothes are dirty." "Funny how that worked out for ya!" he said. Then he stood up facing me, and let me film him as he put on kind of a strip-tease until his clothes were lying in a pile, turned and walked into the bathroom. I zoomed in on his cute brown ass as he walked in (I will describe his penis in detail later – but not now). Then he closed the door behind him and I heard him turn on the shower. I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV to remove all distractions, then sat on the bed right where Julian had been sitting and listed to the sound of the shower, and for the first time let myself fantasize uncontrollably about a naked young golden brown Central American native boy showering only a few feet away from me right now. I started playing with my hard-on through my pants, flipping through the photos in my camera and replaying all the images I had in my mind from that day of every little part of his beautiful body, and even played the video of those few seconds when he was naked in front of me, and when he turned to walk into the bathroom, and when his pretty little ass cheeks jiggled as he walked in there, and ... holy shit! I am so hooked on this boy! Well after a few minutes of that I was able to get myself back under control, and I picked up Julian's clothes, and the camera and camcorder, and headed down to the laundry. Yes, I smelled the front of his underpants before tossing them in the wash – so sue me okay? Actually, they were not really underpants, they were an old pair of blue running shorts. Hey maybe I can get him to wear just these sometimes? Well, doing the laundry takes a while and I didn't want to piss Julian off by running upstairs to gawk at him naked, and besides that gave me plenty of time to call my wife and tell her I was safe and where I was, and talk for a while, and then look at my photos and replay my videos in slow motion, and pause the video and zoom way into the frames that showed Julian's penis and rub my crotch while I did that because there was really nobody else in the laundry, so by the time I did get back up to the room with the clothes nicely cleaned and dried and folded he'd been out of the shower for some time and there he was – laying in his bed, remote in hand, Cartoon Network on the TV, and fast asleep. Yes, I toyed with the idea of hiding his clothes ... but no, after gazing at my young native boy for a few minutes, and watching his tummy rise and fall with each breath, I just set his clothes down beside him and then headed off to take my own shower. If I was going to take him to Mammoth Cave for a few hours tomorrow and still get to the resort at a decent hour, I wanted to be ready to make an early start. Did I fantasize about Julian and jerk off and cum all over the floor of the shower? Yes. Did I clean it up? No. Instead I stood there for a couple of minutes looking at my own cum on the shower floor and stroking my cock and fantasizing about Julian ... and then I grabbed my towel and got out. But I'm not going to describe these fantasies to you right now – instead I'll tell you all about them later on while I am describing in detail Julian's beautiful penis, and his wonderful balls, and his wrinkly scrotum, and his beautiful ass, and ... and ...