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The Itch by.Larkin 2017 all rights reserved.
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All of the usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of complete fiction. None of the characters exist in reality.
Of course there is enough to satisfy all you ignominious wankers but there is also a story here. It didn't start out this way but it became a coming of age story. This story is consists of 5 possibly 6 parts.
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The Itch
Part 4
The Journey
“Kevin, Mr. Albert called he wants you to call him back!”
Kevin picked up the phone and pushed in the number. Mr. Albert answered.
“Who is it? Oh Kevin, I'm so glad the you called I was wondering if you could come on Sunday to help me with a few things?
Kevin said, “Sure. What time?”
There was a pause. “2pm, but Kevin, please don't come before 2 and if you see my wife's car in the driveway, wait till she leaves.”
Kevin pictured their last meeting.
“Ok, I'll be there.”
“Call me Fred. Oh, and one more thing. Don't shower before you come over.”
To Kevin, that seemed like a peculiar request.
The visit was more of the same and not memorable because Kevin was not the least bit interested in Mr. Albert. He thought that Mr. Albert was a nice man, but it was about the money.
To Kevin, this was a perfect world. He got to fuck Clayton every afternoon and Ricky would come sneaking in late at night to make good use of his behind. Ricky said that he was playing the field. It was probably because he could fuck Kevin just about anytime he wanted but, it was only a matter of time before Ricky would find another girlfriend and Kevin knew this. When the day eventually came, Kevin's rear had been thoroughly broken in, leaving him with a nagging and persistent desire. It was something that Clayton couldn't resolve because he had the same desire and at this time in his life, he was not equipped to satisfy Kevin. It had to be someone bigger. It had to be someone who would use him without reserve and finally, it had to be someone with a big dick and the desire to use it.
In an effort to replace Ricky's daily and forceful penetration, Kevin was driven out into the night. He would wake in the wee hours and roam the streets looking for it. There wasn't much going on in the town that he lived in so it was mostly a waist of time. During the wee hours everything was closed and dark. After awhile he'd just go home.
On this night it was more of the same so he headed home. The only good thing about it was the full moon that lit his way.
He was walking home when a car pulled up along side of him.
The voice in the car spoke softly. “I know you.”
Kevin looked at the small black car and the dark figure sitting in side.
“Walmart, remember?” The driver's voice was low, warm and resonate.
The recognition was immediate and in a bold move Kevin went around to the passenger side of the car and climbed in. It was 3am and Kevin was sitting in a strange car next to a stranger and he had a hard-on. Even the thought that some thing bad could happen to him was exciting. The combination of events and circumstance made the atmosphere in the car electric.
The man looked different because he had shaved and his dark hair had gotten longer.
His laugh was friendly. “I can see you're in the mood. Maybe there's something I can do about it.”
He put the car into gear and they drove off.
The man pulled up a can of beer from the floor on the passenger side. “You want one?”
Kevin took it to calm himself down.
“You're the lousy shoplifter, right?”
The boy looked a little sheepish. “Yeah, that's me.”
The car came to a stop in some dark out of the way place. He turned off the engine. Opening his pants he took out a large hard cock and pulling down his foreskin, he presented it to his passenger. Kevin leaned over and took it into his mouth. The man talked to him while he did it. His voice was self confident and reassuring.
“See, you know how to do it.”
There was something comforting and secure about the man and yet when Kevin asked him his name he said, ”You don't need to know my name and I don't want to know yours.”
The car seat blow-job went on for some time. Kevin felt like he could do it forever without ever tiring. The man's cock seeped and tasted both sweet and salty.
Suddenly he sat up, closed his pants and said, “Lets go somewhere where I can do this right.”
The car started and they drove back into town. They parked in front of the same 4 unit apartment building and Kevin followed him in.
Standing in the dark and messy bedroom, the man said, “Take your clothes off and get ready to be a whore.”
Once naked, He made Kevin get on his knees and suck his cock properly. “Don't use your hands, put them behind your back and just use your mouth and tongue. I wanna see strings.”
While this was being done he poured himself a small glass of vodka and slugged it.
Kevin accepted the commands and found it thrilling to follow instructions wondering what the next command would be. His whole body vibrated making him feel incredibly alive. The man guided Kevin over to the bed and pushed him down. The man elevated both of Kevin's legs and rolled the boy back so that he could probe his asshole with his tongue.
“Your are a little whore. I can tell that you've been fucked more than a few times so what's one more?”
Turning Kevin on to his belly he readied his cock with spit. His cock was bigger than Ricky's but to be fair, just a bit. The man fucked Kevin with self confident deliberation. He was in good shape and he was doing it right. For Kevin, this would be a life changing experience because he came at the same moment as the man did. In spite of the chaos of being fucked, Kevin was feeling safe and protected. There was a second round and then exhausted, the man fell asleep.
Kevin was enthralled with the man. He cuddled with the man who was now comatose. He jerked him off while he was asleep, keeping him hard but it didn't go beyond that. The man was spent. Finally Kevin jerked himself off and lay awake until morning. Looking around he saw a largely barren apartment with a few cartons stacked here and there. The man finally sat up in bed and looked at the contented boy next to him.
He shook his head and buried his face in his hands. “Oh God!”
Struggling to his feet he picked up the empty bottle of vodka and tossed it on the floor.
Kevin was alert and ready for more. The piss-hard man began to pee in the sink.
Without looking back at the bed , he said, “Hey you, whatever your name is, get dressed and I'll drop you off somewhere, anywhere.
Kevin started, “My name is...”
The man yelled, “I don't want to know your fuckin name so shut the fuck-up!”
In the car driving home the man was sullen and silent. Kevin took careful note of where the man lived in relation to his house. He wanted to be able to find his way back. He wanted to be able to get fucked by him again. He wanted to be used, but he didn't say a word.
Once home, Kevin could think of nothing else but the man. All day long he wanted to jerk off but he didn't want to use it all up before he was with the man again. When Clayton came over Kevin was just a little distant. He was friendly but there was something missing.
“Kevin, what's the matter with you!”
They fucked and it was good but he hoped that Clayton would not discover that he hadn't exactly cum.
The day wore on until evening. Minute by minute Kevin relived the experience of being in a state of captivity at the hands of an enigmatic and unpredictable stranger.
It was 1 am and he was on the street retracing the path to the man's house. It took almost an hour. On the way he thought, “What if he's not there? What if he's found some other boy?”
These thoughts gnawed at him.
Standing at the door, he knocked softly....nothing.
He knocked again.
Finally the door opened. “Oh, it you. I suppose you want to come in here and fuck up my life!”
He drank from the glass he was holding.
“Well, don't just stand there, come in, whore.”
The experience was promising to be just as electrifying as the others. Kevin had somehow learned how to grovel and seeing this, the man approved.
“Come on, get me hard.”
Positioned on his knees in front of the man, Kevin struggled with the man's belt and then pulled down his fly. He idly watched while Kevin reached into his underwear and lifted out his large uncut cock.
“You like it. You like suckin cock? You want me to decorate your face?”
Kevin's voice was hollow and without substance. “yes i do.”
“That's good now get me ready to fuck your ass.”
The man used Kevin in every possible way and in every possible position. By the end of the evening, Kevin found himself enslaved.
It was getting light.
“You're not sleeping here I got a big day tomorrow so get dressed let me take you home.”
Kevin was in a state of total devotion. He felt like he could come and live with the man and never leave. He would let the man rule over, fuck and enslave him. He would disappear and never tell anyone where he was.
This went on for more than a week until one night he wasn't there. He went back the next night and the next. Finally out of desperation he went during the day hoping that he would fine him home. Kevin knocked and knocked.
A woman came out of the adjoining apartment.
“Are you looking for George? He's gone. He moved to California.”
Kevin tried not to show it but he was taken by a panic.
She could see that he was upset. “I got his address in side if you want it? I'll go get it. ”
Kevin nodded yeah. Kevin coolly walked down the road until he could find a place to get out of sight.
When he did, he started to cry. “Fuck you, fuck you George or whatever you're name is!”
Depression is not Kevin's usual mode but the events of the last week hit him hard.
Even Clayton couldn't bring him around. “You're stupid, I hate you!”
The door slammed shut.
Kevin lay awake thinking about the stranger when a ray of hope revealed its self to him. He looked that the crumpled piece of paper. It said, George Larson 126, 25th street, Venice California..Apt 7.
Kevin had an inspiration. He would borrow money from Mr. Albert and go to California and live with George forever and ever. He was excited and buoyed up with the idea. He jerked off for the first time since George disappeared. The next morning Kevin knocked on Mr. Albert's door. While he waited he knew Mr. Albert liked him. He knew that he would give him the money. Bus fair was $200 and some more for chips and soda. Door opened and Mrs. Albert stood there. “How can I help you Kevin?”
She seemed distracted. Kevin, I'm afraid that Mr. Albert has passed away, He had a massive heart attack in Home Depot. Thank you for stopping by.”
With that, she closed the door leaving a dumbfounded Kevin standing there.
Mr. Albert's unfortunate death did not slow Kevin down. His mother arrived home and was surprised to find the dryer filled with his clothes.
She said to herself, “He finally decided to wash those filthy clothes. I don't know how people could stand to be around him?”
Kevin was in his room plotting a journey West to Los Angeles. It was like an exciting adventure that was unfolding before him. The bus would go from Ohio to Saint Louis to Oklahoma City and then to Phoenix Arizona and finally California.
He was very excited and he wasn't going to let money stand in the way. He knew where his mother kept her credit cards and her emergency cash and he decided that he would not feel any guilt for taking it because most of it came from his father anyway. He put all his things in a backpack and in the morning he took a local bus into the city. He paid cash for the ticket and took his seat in the big bus headed West. He was thinking of George. This is what was driving him. He wondered if George would be surprised to see him?
When the initial excitement wore off, The bus ride got boring in a hurry. Kevin didn't usually read books or newspapers with the exception of supermarket celebrity rags. There were a few discarded around the bus but scanning the pictures was soon over it. He spent more time looking out the window at people in their cars, fast food signs and motels. He was afraid to think that maybe this whole thing was a mistake. He realized that he hadn't even said good-bye to Clayton. Maybe he'd write him a postcard when he was all settled in Los Angeles.
It was late by the time the bus pulled into Saint Louis. A lot of people got off but since it was a late night ride, only a few got on. Kevin moved farther back and found himself alone in the dark bus. There was one woman a few seats up. He closed his eyes and imagined his experience with George. Kevin's cock went up. The man was pushing his dick in and out of his mouth. Kevin swooned at the thought. He pulled his cock out and began stroking. In his mind's eye he saw Clayton hugging him and he saw Ricky pushing his cock up his ass. This went on for more than an hour until he came letting it drop in gobs on the floor of the bus.
It was just getting light when he woke up. The bus was pulling into Oklahoma city. Kevin felt terrible. He had to piss and he was hungry. The bus rocked back and forth and he did a poor job at peeing into the toilet and instead peed all over the seat.
Once in the terminal he could get off the bus and stretch, use the men's room and eat. He looked for a few magazines and finally, contented and refreshed he climbed back on the bus.
New passengers came on board for the continued journey. One was very tall and very thin. He had long black hair pulled back into a pony tail and a light brown complexion. He looked Mexican and Kevin wasn't exactly sure if he was even a guy. He carried a shoulder bag and was making his way back to where Kevin was.
He was scanning the seats deciding where to sit when he and Kevin exchanged glances.
“Can I sit with you, I don't want some old person to sit next to me and I'd rather sit with some one cute like you. You'll like me, I'm fun to talk to and you look a little lonely and bored.”
Kevin smiled and made room.
“Anyway, you're the cutest one this bus. My name is Juan but you can call me Juana, everybody else does.”
When Juana revealed enough of himself so that there could be no doubts about his sexual orientation Kevin felt free and more relaxed.
Juana told him stories about his X and the X before him and his current interest and even nasty scrapes he had been in.
“So Kevin, what's your story, fucked anyone lately?
He didn't tell Juana about Clayton or Ricky but curiously he told him about Mr. Albert.
Juana laughed, “Take him for all you can!”
Kevin was suddenly remorseful, “But he died.”
Juana calmed down a little, “I'm sorry.“
“I mean, he was nice to me and all.”
The subject changed to George because it was foremost in his mind, Kevin described the whole thing in detail.
“That's why I am going to Los Angeles.”
Juana laughed and said, “If he doesn't want you, I'll take him!”
He put his arm around Kevin to comfort him. “Most queers are dedicated cocksuckers and don't know how to do anything else. If you find a man like that, hang on for dear life!”
Juana pulled a McDonald's hamburger out of his shoulder bag. “Here, you want this?”
Kevin took it.
Juana watched him eat. “So um, does this guy know you're coming?
Kevin shook his head no.
“So you mean that he is not expecting you?”
Mouth full of burger he said. “No.”
Juana looked like he was calculating.
He looked at Kevin and said, “Let me see your bus ticket.”
He rummaged around and gave it to Juana.
He studied it. “Kevin did you know that this is an open ticket?”
“What's an open ticket?”
It means that you can get off anywhere and then catch the next one. They go through everyday.
Juana cuddled next to Kevin and slipped his hand down between his legs.
“Kevin, you are so cute.”
He blushed.
“Kevin, I have an idea. I live just a few hours from here in Tumcumcari. You could come home with me for a few days and you could let me play with you and after that I'll feed you and bathe you in my bath tub, Then I'll make sure you get back on the bus and the rest of your journey will be a snap. I promise.”
Kevin looked unsure.
Juana rubbed Kevin's crotch then pushed his legs apart so that his growing boner had room to spread out.
“Pleeease say yes.”
He continued to softly pet the lump in his pants. It seemed as if Kevin could go either way. He just needed a push.
“Kevin you can fuck me and I know how to fuck you. Kevin, I'm talented.”
He stuck out his tongue. It was long and indecent and he could wiggle the end of it. “See? Kevin, I'll make you love me.”
He finally said, “Ok.”
End of Part 4
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