Date: Fri, 05 May 2000 00:17:32 EDT From: John Doe Subject: Ten Mile Road -WARNING-This story contains homosexual pedophilia This story is a work of fiction, based only on thoughts in the author's brain. Any similarities between this story and events that actually occurred are only true through pure coincidence. This story contains consensual sex between a legal male adult and a minor male child. If this type of story offends you or your system of beliefs, then please read no further. Also, if you are not of legal age (typically 18 or 21, depending on your area of residence), or if this type of story is not permitted in your state, country or province, then please, read no further. Otherwise, if this type of story is for you; that is, it sends your imagination on a trip to places unknown or impossible, then please read on and enjoy. You can also read on if you're just here to jack off. By ExPart Ten Mile Road As a product of leaving my glasses at home, the oncoming objects all blurred into an incomprehensible blob of nighttime stillness. Myopia only worsens with fatigue. The rhythmic pulsing of the flashing red light reminded me that I'm not millions of miles away from the common world, that man Has trekked out this far. Once stopped, I proceeded through the intersection and was anticipating my warm and comfortable, yet lonely, bed that awaited me at home. Ahead in the darkness I saw two lights low to the ground taking turns emitting. As I approached them, they stopped, and my headlights soon shone upon what was a short figure facing the road with hand extended. Ack, a hitchhiker, I thought. I assumed he had a knife or gun and was intent on robbing me of the only few valuables I had with me; such being my car and my Easter Bunny who sat in the seat next to me. It was most certainly not my policy to pick up a male hitchhiker at night on a lonely, dark, country road. Thus I nonphysically snobbed my nose to the air and proceeded along the road to my comfortable home. But, as I passed the figure, there was something atypical about it. I had identified the figure to be short, but it was more than that. The figure was short and skinny and was wearing a baseball cap while carrying a painfully over-stuffed book bag. I thought the figure to be of a young boy. What possesses him to be out here so late? Surely I can't let a young boy walk on this lonely road by himself. Albeit, he apparently believes it to be an acceptable practice. On instinct more than intent, I pulled over in front of him, the weeds of the right of way thwacking and thumping against the underside of my car. I unlocked the passenger door, and threw the Easter Bunny in the back seat. Then for a second, I felt guilty about throwing the bunny, as I just ran one over last week. Anyhow, the passenger door opened and the dome light lit up a face peeking into my car. "Can I get a ride?" a sweet and charming, prepubescent voice hesitantly asked. His face set ablaze a passion in my heart. His was strong yet soft, masculine yet feminine, sharp yet round, and just immaculately beautiful. I got the true feeling of innocence from him. Something was troubling him by the nervousness in his eyes; and somewhere in his soul I saw some deep pain, a pain that threatened to fracture his entire reality and being. "Yeah, sure hop in," I said without much deliberation. He sat down in the seat, put on his seat belt and hugged his book bag. "Where are you headed?" I asked. "Well, I really want to get to Lansing, but like as far east as you can get me would be fine." I pondered why this child would want to go half way across the state. Something very problematic must be driving him. "Yeah, I can take you some of the way." I pulled off the shoulder and proceeded east. I kept glancing at him and noticed that he had no signs of current or prior facial hair, so I knew he had to be around 14. "How old are you?" I asked. "Eighteen," he said. "Eighteen?" I asked, "are you sure about that?" "Hell yeah," he said. "Listen dude, you can tell me the truth, I'm not gonna do anything." "OK, I'm thirteen." He muffled into his book bag. "There we go, that's much better. So what's a thirteen-year-old doing out hitchhiking, especially at this time of night?" I asked. "Well, I need to get to Lansing." "Of course you do, but what's in Lansing that isn't here?" "Someone who cares." He distantly mummbled. I could see I had hit a touchy spot there. He started to cry. "Are you OK dude?" I felt like dirt for making him feel this way. "Yeah," he sniffled, "I ain't too bad." "You want to talk about it?" I asked. "I'm a good ear." "Well, OK," the tears had largely disappeared, but he still had nasal leakage, "I'm running away from home." "Man, that's a big decision for a little dude to make. What led you into that?" "My parents don't care about me, they hate me, and there's someone in Lansing who does care about me." Now he was speaking with little emphasis or emotion, robotic even. This was definitely hard for him to say. "What do you mean your parents don't care about you?" I asked. "I mean, maybe you guys had a fight or something but don't you think running away is a little bit drastic?" "I mean, my parents don't give a shit where I am or what I do...not anymore that is." "Why not anymore?" "Well they found out a secret about me," he explained. "They pretty much told me to run away anyways." "What sort of secret? That is, if you don't mind telling me." "Well, I'm sure you ain't gonna like me much after I tell you this, but...I'm--I'm...well, I'm gay." This blew my mind. Here was a beautiful young boy sitting in my car, essentially under my control and he's a self-proclaimed homosexual. "Wow, and you're certain you're gay?" I asked. "That's another big decision for a little dude to be making, you know." "Yeah, for sure, I don't like girls at all." "Well, it's good that you're so sure of it." He had me mesmerized, caught up in a fantasy relating back to my own prepubescent youth. I empathized with his apparent feelings of isolation and despair. "How did your parents come to find this out." I asked. "Well, like, it's sorta embarrassing," he muttered. "Dude, you don't have to talk about it if it bothers you," I explained. "But if you need someone to talk to, I'm willing and open." I pondered whether or not to tell him of my own homosexuality, and decided not to tell him, or to wait at least. However, a force deep inside of me was screaming to tell him that I understand this all because I'm gay too. He seemed to trust me much more and was actually looking at me, and not down at his bag or out the passenger window. "You see, I met this reall nice guy on the internet and me and him were talking for a long time. He was actually an older dude." "And your mom or dad found you talking to him?" I assumed. "No, ever more worse than that. He was like helping me and teaching me how to get off real nice and he told me a dildoe would be great. " "How old was this guy?" I asked. "He told me he was thirty-four." Thirty-four! I was in shock. This kid had led a verbally sexually relationship with a man who was almost twice my age. I thought this over and realized he would probably be open to a little fooling around. "Thirty-four, huh?" I said. "That's pretty old, you know." "Yeah, but I love him. But anyway, I told him I couldn't get a dildoe and so he said he'd send me one in the mail. I was like cool so he sent it. But when it got to my house I was at school and when I got home, my mom found it and even read the letter inside. My dad and her told me they were really angry with me and didn't mind if I died right where I was. That was two days ago, I've been on the road since." "Man, that's some story." Wow, I really felt for the poor kid. I wanted to make him feel comfortable and happy. I also knew he'd probably need some money, and thus was born an opportunity. I wanted to talk to him some more, so I pulled over onto the side of the road and put the car in park. "Dude, I'm so sorry, is there anything I can do?" "I just need to get to Lansing," he said. "Well I'll get you part of the way." Then that low-down pathetic part of my brain took over, the primal department that deals with the drives and functions of survival. This kid was hot and I really wanted to make him feel good. "So you say you're gay, but have you ever had sex with a guy? Or are you just using a gut feeling to figure this one out?" "I guess it's a gut feeling. I mean, I've never fucked around with anyone, but I saw lots of pictures of guys doing stuff and it makes me horny." This was my opportunity. "Hmm...well I'd go with your guts," I said. "I know I did...I'm gay too." I blurted out. "Really?! Wow, that's cool. When did you figure out you were that way?" he asked. I could tell he was rather curious about the homosexual life and in particular, my sexuality. "Well, I guess I was twelve when I realized it. All my friends were talking about tits and pussy and how this one chic looked as opposed to another, but it didn't do anything to me. In actuality, I was looking at my friends!" He seemed quite pleased with my biography. I assumed it was similar to his, and I bet he was happy for empathy in these matters. I felt a tightness in my pants, but my underwear certainly wasn't shrinking. I knew it was time to make my move. "So, you say you had a lot of pictures of guys getting it on, eh?" I asked. "Yeah, lots," he said. "Hmm...you think you'd like to do some of those things you've seen?" "Oh hell yeah!" he enthusiastically replied. "But I don't know anyone I could do them with, except for this guy in Lansing." "Well, I'd be willing to experiment with you; do you want to try?" "Yeah, sure..." he said rather oddly. "But I...uh, I...well, I kind haven't gone through puberty yet, and..." These words were Heaven to me. This little boy was willing to "experiment" with me, and he now tells me he hasn't even gone through puberty. I could tell this would be a memorable night. "And you think I'm not interested in you cuz you're too young?" "Well, yeah," he replied. "Listen dude, you're hot, and I mean HOT." He started to blush. "And I have to admit, I like young boys like you, especially when you are just starting puberty." He seemed to be a little more content when I said that, like confidence returned to him. "Dude, I'd love to please you," I said. At this time, I interpreted a go-ahead and took the opportunity to put my hand on his thigh. I looked him squarely in the eyes and asked him if he was sure he wanted to do this. He seemed more than willing to do what I wanted. "Take off your pants," I instructed. "Let me see what you have in there." He unfastened the button of his jeans, and I heard the sweet sound of a zipper splitting. He lifted his butt off the seat and pulled his pants down. He took his shoes off and slid his feet out of the jeans. The full moon cast enough light onto his body so to illuminate his boyish figure. His legs were skinny and completely hairless; free of all interruptions except for an exciting birthmark on his right inner thigh. I saw the compact package that lay in waiting in the crotch of his white Hanes briefs. Upon seeing this, the tightness in my own pants reached an apex, and I knew I had to relieve some pressure in the area, so I too took off my pants and underwear, exposing my hard cock. My pink head was poking out from inside my foreskin in anticipation. He sat there in awe, apparently staring at the first man-sized erection he had ever seen. I think he reached a point of uncertainty, I could tell he needed some leadership. So I put my hand on his crotch and squeezed it. "Ooh, feels like it's getting hard, boy." He convulsively inhaled as my hand massaged his sensitive parts. "Do you like that?" I asked. "Oh, yes," he said. I leaned in toward his crotch and gently bit his now obvious erection through his briefs. With my teeth, I clamped down on the waistband and tugged towards his feet. He once again lifted his butt and pulled the back of his underwear over his butt cheeks. A couple of inches in front of my face laid, quite possibly, the most beautiful boydick I had ever seen. He was loosely circumcised, and it was perhaps three and a half inches long, fully erect, with no hair surrounding it. His balls were drawn up tight to his body, and his scrotum had soft wrinkles in it. "Wow, it's beautiful, I love it." I said. "You have the best looking dick I have ever seen." I told him. "I love that you have no hair. Did you shave it?" I asked "No," he said, "I guess I am just a later bloomer." He sounded more confident about himself now, as I could tell he was over his anxiety that I wouldn't like him for his immaturity. "Can you cum?" I asked, looking up to his face. "Yeah, a little, but it ain't as thick as the guys' in the pictures," he explained. Thoughts of sweet watery boycum filled my mind. It had been so long. "I have a question," he said. "Ask me anything," I said. "Well, like your dick is different than mine. Are you like not circumcised or something?" "You got it, I'm uncut, still have my foreskin." I explained. "Oh, OK cool. I like the way yours looks, like your head is wearing a coat. It's so big too, how big is it?" he asked. "It's just over eight inches," I said (like I said, this story is a work of fiction). "Wow, can I touch it?" he asked. He was just pouring over with curiosity, and I was very happy to introduce the gay lifestyle to him. "Yeah, sure, go ahead." He reached out his hand and wrapped it around my throbbing dick. "Ooh," I sighed. It had been so long since a sweet boy's hand had been clutching my dick. He rubbed it a little bit then touched the foreskin and pulled it back and forth. This made me shiver. I brought my had to his lap and picked up his dick in my hand. It was as hard as mine was, and dripping precum too. I worked the precum around his dickhead, massaging the moisture about, and he started to sigh. "You and any of your friends ever jerk each other off?" I asked. "Ooh...no," he said. "Well, I'll make this night one never to forget." All he could muster up to say was, "Oooh." "Hey, if you like that, I can show you the best orgasm you've ever had." I said to him. "Oh...please do it," he said with his head back and eyes closed. "Are you a virgin for real?" I asked. "It's important." "Oh, oooh...Yes, I am," he said. "I've only done it with my hand." I took my hand off his cock and reached beneath the seat, popped the lever and moved the seat all the way back. "Recline your seat a little bit," I instructed. He reclined his seat and I kneeled on the floor in front of his seat. "Spread you legs apart and sit low in the seat," I told him. He did as I said and I found his puckered hole. I smelled the musky scent that is boy. I reached out with my tongue and made contact with his virgin boyhole. I licked all around it, all of the way up to his scrotum and as far down as my tongue would reach. He started to giggle from the attention, which made me very happy. I could tell he hadn't laughed in a while. It gave me such a wonderful feeling inside and I started to cry. I continued to lick him and penetrated his boyhole, the tart taste made me more eager to move on to the next step. I eased my middle finger into his butthole to loosen him up. His hole started to loosen up around my finger so I inserted another one. Once he accepted that one, I moistened up his hole as much as possible, and wet down my cock with as much saliva as it would hold. I moistened up my left hand and wrapped it around his cock and started jerking him off. I positioned my dick up to his butthole and leaned into him." "Ok, now, you have to relax your muscles and the push out like you're pooping, OK?" He seemed to understand, so I applied pressure to my cock and it started to slide in. I leaned into his face and kissed him on the cheek. He liked that, and kissed me back on the lips. We then were in a full open-mouth kiss by the time my cock slid in his butt. I just let it rest there for a minute. "How does that feel?" I asked him. "Oooh, nice. It hurts a little but it feels nice." "Just relax and it won't hurt." I pulled my dick out a little and shoved it back in. I repeated this over and over, and he grunted with every thrust. I kept on jerking him off at the same time, and due to all the heavy breathing, mist began to appear on the windows. "Ooh, ahh, oh," he said, which indicated to me that he was close to orgasm. My own penis started to tingle deep inside. He breathing and grunts all reached a climax as his dick twitched and small drops of semi-transparent fluid jumped out onto his belly. I started to fuck him harder, and broke my tongue away from his face to lean down and lick up the sweet boy cum. My fuck speed picked of even more and I felt the onset of orgasm. "Oh God! Yes! Oh! Oh!" I cried as my hot cream filled his boybutt. I hadn't felt this great ever. My erection subsided and I pulled my dick out from his ass. "Boy, you were great. Did you like it?" I asked. "Yeah, that was the best jiz I've had," he said. I got my clothes back on and drove off; I knew I had to take him all the way to Lansing. It took the better part of two hours to get there, but I was glad he was in safe hands. When we got there, I gave him $70, which he eagerly accepted; and my telephone number in case he got in trouble. I watched him knock on the door in Lansing, and a tall, strong man answered the door. The boy ran into his arms and cried instantly. The door closed. I didn't even know his name. Please send comments or questions to exparte100@hotmail.com