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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 7 parts.
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The Itch
This is the last chapter. It was meant to be an epilogue but instead it became three biographical subplots.
In Chapter 1, Kevin has an anonymous, life changing, encounter and more than anything, he wants to repeat it. He doesn't even know the man's name until he discovers that he has picked-up and left for California. Kevin goes on a quest to find him. This is the third characters in this extended epilogue and it will conclude this story.
George Larson.
George grew up on a farm in Pennsylvania. He was raised by his grandparents. From the earliest, he remembered that the cluttered living room centered around a large, lazy-boy chair where his fat slovenly grandfather sat watching TV, reading the sports section, eating and farting and if he had a case of beer, pissing every 20 minutes.
One of his earliest memories was of his grandfather tying up their dog Sadie to a pole to keep her in place while King, a much bigger male dog, fucked her.
“Georgie, soon we'll have a litter with a raft of puppies for you to play with.”
Sadie had her tail tucked be tween her legs and tried to stay away from King. King was borrowed from a neighbor just for this purpose. His grandfather knelt down and gave King a jump start. The big dog had an angry red cock and Sadie avoided the menacing dog until the rope was all used up on the pole. His grandfather stepped in and helped until King was humping the bitch properly. He backed off and the boy and his grandfather watched. The old man opened a beer. When King started missing, The grandfather interceded and helped King get the big red cock back in.
These images made a life long impression on the 5 year old.
It was boring on the farm and sometimes they needed extra help. Andy came often. He was 16 and George was 9. They worked all day shoveling shit. Andy was shirt less and sweaty. He walked off as if to take a leak.
The older boy motioned to Georgie, “Come on!”
He ran round back to catch up with Andy. The older boy had let his overalls drop to his ankles leaving him almost naked. He was holding a large cock in his hand.
He pulled George closer and pushed his uncut cock into the boy's face. “Open-up, it's not gonna kill you.”
He pressed the end of it to the boys lips.”Stop wastin my time, come on, open up.”
When he did, The older boy made quick use of him. After 3 or 4 minutes he took it out of George's mouth and squirted on the ground. He shook it out and pulled up his loose overalls and the two went back to work. This was repeated numerous times until Andy Joined up.
In school Georgie was one of the boys in the yard. One of the boys that imposed tyranny on all the others. There was always a fight brewing and if there was a jeering crowd, all the better. It was to see who was in charge. Anyone who was on top was constantly tested. Georgie successfully avoided any direct tests and instead, supported who ever was. George was one of those kids who sat at the back of the room. As for the school work and lessons, he just wasn't interested.
Derick and George were classmates of equal stature. They spent a good deal of time together. The two boys were in sync. They felt it, they could smell it, they could almost taste it. The two boys discovered masturbation together each one cumming for the first time on the same afternoon. They were bad boys before and now, jerking-off opened up a whole new world. If jerking off felt this good, what other things could the do?
Remembering his encounters with Andy, George stood over Derick and said, “Suck my dick!”
Derick didn't skip a beat. He didn't do it because he was queer, he did it because it was so obviously disreputable. Then they did it to each other. Derick stood up and peed into George's cupped hands. The whole thing was incredibly thrilling for both boys. It was not long before they started fingering each others holes. The progression was obvious and it soon was followed with anal coupling. Derick mounted George from behind and giving him a good 5 inch fuck he held George tight and whispered into his ear, “Oh Debbie.”
This foretold the very near future because not long after Debbie Wilson responded to Derick's obvious self confidence around fawning girls. George would just have to find someone else. Maintaining his perch in the pecking order was no easy task but when the school year ended everything would start a new.
George found that he got more mileage from picking on boys smaller and weaker or in the case of
Richard, a born sissy. He got a great deal of fun stalking the girlish boy and the girlish boy re-paid him by showing that he was afraid. This only encouraged George. There was something inside that thrilled him every time he saw the girlish boy. Why was this faggy boy that kept to himself, giving him a monster hard-on? He decided that he'd have to take a soft approach. He didn't want to scare him away forever. Richard was having lunch in the school cafeteria. He was sitting alone eating his tuna sandwich. In a bold move, George sat down at his table. Having been bullied before, the boy was fearful. “Relax! I'm not going to bite you. I'm George.”
He extended his hand to the boy. “That wasn't so bad, was it?”
Richard still appeared to be uneasy. George was not very sophisticated but the wheels were turning. There was no way to get this girlish boy down to his slum of a farm. He's probably more comfortable in library and George had never set foot in one. Just sitting at the same table with him was giving him a another rigid hard-on.
“What do you like to do?”
The boy was wary. “I don't know.”
George slid over so Richard could see the growing lump in his pants.
The boy was visibly shocked to the point of being speechless. He quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching. Despite some signs of adolescence the boys face was smooth and fair. His lips were full and his eyes warm and sensitive. In contrast, George's face was common and unremarkable. He had just the beginning of a peach fuzz that would soon need tending and his overall expression was blank and unemotional.
“Do you know the path that goes to the station? Do you know the ruins just off the path?”
The boy was hesitant almost as if he was going to bolt. He said in a voice that sounded hollow and insubstantial. “yes.”
“Well if you want to see it, I could show it to you. I might even let you hold it. Sometimes I go there just after school to have a smoke.”
He looked at the boy and with only a vague hint of a smile he said, “Come on, It'll be fun. If you don't, you'll be missin out.”
Hidden by vines and brambles was a broken down brick wall concealing him on 2 sides. It was a place where boys come to piss. Where boys trade loot, break glass, sniff glue and jerk-off. The setting was perfect. George looked up and was surprised to see that the sissy had taken him up on it. He flicked his cigarette away and without ceremony, George opened his pants and pulled out his growing cock and balls. He tucked them both above the elastic of his underwear making his cock and scrotum prominent so that it stood out like a rude spectacle.
Giving the boy a friendly smile he said, “You're not going to do any good bein over there, come closer. I need some help. I need somebody to jerk me off.”
The boy cautiously came forward. It was plain to see that if he had any previous experience he was at best, a novice. Standing so close that they were touching, he looked down at the large cock with its receding foreskin. The boy's gaze was being held as if in dread fascination. George put his arm around him to pull him closer. It wasn't to comfort him but instead, George was claiming ownership of the boy. He placed the throbbing cock in the boys hand. “Go on, get me off.”
He liked that the boy was hesitant and was giving in as if compelled by dark forces. George smiled at the breathless boy. “You want it?”
The boy held it in both hands and looked up into George's face. “If you want to suck my dick, I'm not going to mind. Go on, put it in your mouth. Your secret will be safe with me.”
It amused George to feel the boy's trembling while he watched his erect cock going in and out of his mouth. The sight of which prompted him to let go and cum carelessly. George remembered what it felt like when it was done to him and now he was doing it to someone else.
He asked himself, “If Richard the sissy, didn't like it why did he keep coming back for more?”
His fleeting encounters with the sissy boy set a pattern inside of him and it made his desire specific. It just suited his nature so perfectly that he would try to replicate it with nameless others.
George left school at 16. After getting into trouble for breaking into an abandon house the understanding judge said, “George maybe you should join up or perhaps find a good woman to give you a sense of responsibility. Marriage can do that for a man.” To keep up appearances he did have several girlfriends but it was Jennifer who jumped at the chance to marry George. He chose her because she was hot and liked to suck dick, anyone's dick. More importantly, Jennifer was receptive to all manner of experimentation.
George got a job in a trucking distribution center where he'd drive a fork lift all day, get a real paycheck and come home to fuck his cute wife. For George, everything was right with the world.
He lifted the loaded palates and drove them onto the trailer. The first load always goes all the way to the back. Two drivers followed him. “Hey Georgie, how old are you?”
George lied. “18.”
The drivers were big and they crowded him into the corner. Holding George tightly in place. “You get fucked? Don't lie to me.”
Their presence was overwhelming.
He cautiously said, “I have.”
George's pants fell and the driver's big dick was being pushed up George's ass.
The other driver went up to the front to keep guard while George was being fucked hard. When he was done the other driver replaced him.
When he got home his sex kitten of a wife just didn't seem to hold his interest. Jenifer pouted. He fucked her in the morning but his mind was elsewhere. Back at work, he was fucked by the same two drivers in a sleeper at the back of the tractor and they weren't the only ones. Georgie was being passed around and he liked it. It would prove to be his education.
George didn't like familiarity because it bread obligation causing relationships to get old in a hurry. Women were no different. At the spur of the moment and in the dead of the night, he packed all his things and left. Leaving a wife behind, he moved to Dayton where he got another trucking job. There was no shortage of sex. If he got bored new people showed up all the time. These were his rough sex years.
After awhile, squared jawed men, bearded bears and wiry old geezers had lost their appeal to him. He really didn't like getting fucked all that much and he was beginning to wonder if he even like men in the first place. Getting a job in dispatch elevated George above the groundlings which was just fine. He was sick of truckers.
He would get off around midnight and still wide awake he'd buy a case of beer and maybe a pint, place the beer on the floor of his car and go out and just drive. There weren't many hitchhikers these days but he'd see them hanging around outside of 24 hour convenience stores and pulling into the lot, he'd start conversations about nothing.
“I'm not doin nothin. If you want, I'll give you a lift home.”
The boy climbed into the car. They both knew what was going to happen. The car parked in some out of the way place and George took out his cock and pulled the boy's head down into his lap. While the boy was sucking his cock, George opened a beer.
Cruising around at night picking up boys got to be his regular thing. He enjoyed taking charge of them. He enjoyed getting his cock sucked especially if they were new. They wanted to suck dick anyway, otherwise why would they do it? He got the reputation as the guy with the car painted with black primer. As far as they knew, he had no name. The stranger had gained popularity among the night people.
He pulled the car over and the boy got in.
Day or night George always had an eye open. The boy in his sights was shoplifting. His cargo pants were baggy but they fit tightly around his ass. Close enough to maybe be rubbing up against his asshole. He imagined that the boy's underwear and tee shirt would be strongly scented. He might even be uncircumcised. George gauged from the boy's fair face and boy lips that he was still in his growth spurt. He watched the fumbling boy thief, tuck the DVD's into his pants. Seeing this gave him a monster hard-on. He imagined the head of his dick resting on the boy's out-stretched tongue and shoving it down the boy's throat. Only then he might try his ass on for size. George was not above black-mail. He knew the boy would be beholden to him. He had more than enough to exact sex as payment to keep his secret. In his mind, he could see the boy pants down and then, spreading his ass open so that he might stick his tongue up there to taste the boy's hole.
He was inspired by the boy's pliable nature and goofy smile. It was in the middle of the day so he broke his rule about taking them home, but he wanted to fuck this one. A blow job would not be enough. Something about this stupid shoplifter told him that this was going to be special and his instincts would prove to be right. The boy willingly let George do anything he wanted. However, once he shot his load, he couldn't get rid of the boy fast enough.
The next night a different boy got into his car.
His night rides didn't always bare fruit. He might see a boy he had been with before and had no desire for a repeat performance. Sometimes, no one would be out and George would just drive and drive until he ran out of beer. He was just about to give up when he pulled up along side of a walking boy. It was 3 am and George was drunk. The boy eagerly jumped into his car. He brought him home because he knew him. He had been with him before and there was unfinished business.
In the morning, his monster hard-on had been replaced with a monster headache. He said to himself, “Stupid, stupid! I do stupid things when I am drunk. I should know fuckin better!”
The naked boy in bed next to him smiled as if ready for more. He knew that it was a mistake to bring him home and now he had to throw the boy out.
The next night the boy returned and George was already drunk. He let him in. He let him in again the next night and the next. He only let this happen because there was unusually potent chemistry between the boy and himself. Even jaded George was caught in it. If he pulled back, there was the lingering fear that the boy would have a melt-down or confess unwisely. George piled all his belongings into the car and headed for the highway.
In another place, in another time, the car pulled over and the boy jumped in.
Fini
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