Date: Mon, 28 May 2018 00:32:40 -0600
From: Slade C <swtyknkjck@gmail.com>
Subject: The Hitch in my Plan, Part One

"The Hitch in my Plan"
by Chris Slade

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The Hitch in my Plan

Part One

I shouldn't have been out on the road traveling by myself but I'm young and
I guess a little foolish. With no car and not much money to my name, I
found it hard to justify paying almost seventy-five dollars for a one way
bus ticket just to travel two-hundred and fifty miles to Denver. My mom
couldn't take me because she spent all her free time caring for her elderly
mother who has Alzheimers Disease.

I wanted to go to the big city to visit some friends from High School and
try to find a decent job. It was the end of May and the weather in Colorado
was finally starting to get warm. I decided I could walk there and have an
adventure along the way. I saw people walking on the highway all the time
and figured two-hundred fifty miles really wasn't that far. I was in good
shape. I had been on the swim team in high school and also ran track. I
figured I could do between twenty and thirty miles a day miles a day and be
there within about a week's time. If I caught a ride, I could be there in
only a few hours. But that was plan-b. I had challenged myself to see of I
could walk the whole way on my own. A way to test my manhood. A rite of
passage that all young men must complete before they are considered adults.

I called John and Ted and verified their address and told them to expect me
shortly. They offered to come get me on the weekend if I gave them gas
money but I didn't want to be a bother and I had my challenge to complete.
If only I could go back to that moment and take them up on their kind
offer. I didn't know what could happen to me but I know now.

I packed up my essential belongings into a large ARMY backpack that was on
a metal frame. The huge ones that they used in Vietnam when they went into
the bush for months at a time. I set out on foot with a map and a spirit of
adventure.

The first day was great. About mid-morning it started to get hot so I took
off my shirt and worked on a tan. I wore my soccer shorts because they were
lightweight and kept me cool. They didn't cover much but I had nothing to
hide. I was fairly athletic. Although I'm not vain, I do know that I'm good
looking and most girl think I'm was pretty hot. A couple of cars honked at
me and one pulled over and offered me a ride. A ride I should have taken
but I turned it down and kept walking toward my own future. I was about to
meet my fate.

I found a pasture when it got dark and made a little fire. I didn't set up
my tent, that was only in case it rained. I slept in just my sleeping bag
and I jerked off twice while thinking about a girl I used to date that was
damn sexy. A total fox and totally crazy too. There was too much bullshit
to put up with so I dumped her hard but I still thought about her nice tits
and how good it felt to hump her pussy. I tried to stick it in her ass on
multiple occasions but she wouldn't even consider it. I told her it was
safer that way cause she wouldn't get pregnant. I really just didn't want
to wear a rubber and I'd heard how much tighter it was back there. She said
that only faggots fucked up the ass and I should go find one if that's what
I wanted to do. I thought to myself that at least a fag wouldn't make me
jump through hoops just to get a fuck on a regular basis. Another problem
was that she wouldn't ever suck my cock. She gave me a few lame hand jobs
when we first started dating. When I finally persuaded her to try sucking
my dick, she bent down and licked the tip a couple of times. She pulled
away from my crotch and said she would throw up if I made her put it in her
mouth. As I came, I imagined I was shooting my load down her throat and
holding her head down on it until I was finished. In my fantasy, she had
learned to love the taste of my spunk and was now addicted to sucking my
cock and swallowing my cum. The second time I came that night, I was
thinking about all the hot girls there would be in Denver and how I would
be able to fuck someone different every night of the week and never have to
see them again. I wanted to sow my wild oats in all the fertile soil I
could find.

The next day I started early just after the sun came up. My legs were sore
and aching at first but after a few miles I was back in the groove. It was
cold until the sun came all the way up over the mountains and I decided to
wear my track pants and a hoodie. By 10 AM I was starting to get sweaty so
I walked down off the shoulder of the highway and changed back into my
soccer shorts. I decided to free-ball it instead of getting one of my few
pairs of clean underwear dirty out on the road. It felt good letting my
cock and balls hang loose in the airy nylon shorts. As I walked, my dick
head slid back and forth against the slick, cool material and I soon
realized my semi-hard cock was leaking so much precum that it had saturated
the front of my shorts. Man, I was gonna have to jerk off when I stopped
for lunch.

As I walked, I made plans for my new life in Denver. I thought I could
probably get a job as a waiter. My cousin had moved to New York a few years
ago and he worked as a waiter. He told me about some of the huge tips he
got and all the guys he met. He had come out and told us all he was gay the
first Christmas after he moved. Some people in the family got really upset
about him being a fag but I was cool with it. He and I had always been good
friends when we were growing up and I always thought he might be gay. A few
times when we were younger he had asked if we could jerk off together. I
was ready to agree to it one time but after he pulled his big cock out, I
got embarrassed cause I was just starting puberty and mine was still lots
smaller than his. I thought he might laugh at me or tell people I was small
and I didn't want people to think I wasn't a hung stud like him. I had
heard that if you got hard a lot and exercised your dick by jerking off all
the time, that it would make it get bigger. I guess people thought it was a
muscle that got bigger with use. So I jerked my boy cock off multiple times
every day. I would pump it until it was sore and red from friction. I tried
to get a hard on as often as I could. Eventually, It did get bigger but
only naturally as my body changed and my hormones ramped up. It was
probably forcing myself to stay horny so much of the time that led to the
all the perversions I developed as a teenager.

His leaving to go to New York was kind of the inspiration for my own move
to a big city. He had moved away from our boring little town and a million
opportunities opened up for him. I wanted the same freedom and the
excitement of the urban nightlife and club scene. I also knew that there
were more chances to meet girls that would be into doing some crazy sexual
shit. Girls in my small town were too uptight to ever let me fuck them up
the ass or tie them up. Most of them wouldn't even give blowjobs because
they thought cocks were too disgusting to put in their mouth. I had heard
about clubs in Denver where people went just to have sex with each
other. And other clubs where people got tied up and whipped on stage for
everyone to see. I knew that was where I belonged. In a world of perverts
who weren't ashamed of what they wanted and who lived out the things I had
only fantasized about.

In fact I had a coupe notebooks in my backpack that I had filled up with
stories about my fantasies. I started inventing fantasies back when I was
trying to get a bigger cock by jerking off constantly. I had to come up
with ideas to get me in the mood after I had made myself cum three of four
times in a day so I had developed some pretty serious perversions and
fetishes. I had tried all sorts of sex stuff on myself. I tried putting my
fingers in my butt which felt kind of good but seemed really gay. I had
read some stories in the back of Playboy and Penthouse that gave me a few
more ideas like using rope and Saran wrap and candle wax. I started writing
my daydreams down. Some of them were only half a page long and others went
on and on. I used to sit in my room all night on the weekends. When mom
went to bed, I'd lock my door and get naked. Then I'd watch some nasty porn
movies my buddy gave to me. He had gotten them from his brother that was in
the Marine's and man were they hot. He got them in Germany and although I
couldn't understand what they were saying, I sure as hell got the general
idea from the action on the screen. There was even a scene where three guys
pissed all over this slutty chick after they had gang banged her. She loved
it and let them pee in her mouth and then she drank it. No girls in town
were going to let me piss on them and they would have told everyone what a
freak I was if I asked them to.

So I started learning more about kink and BDSM on the internet and I wrote
down things I wanted to try. Almost like a bucket list for sex. Eventually,
I started writing down whole scenarios where my imagination went wild. I've
written some ideas down that I don't even think are possible or they would
be really dangerous to try. But they are just fantasies. I'll be happy if I
only ever try half the stuff I've written down. Sometimes I imagine I'm the
one tied down and other times , I'm the one in control and I can do
whatever I want to my victim.

When I started getting hungry I began looking for a good place to stop and
rest for a bit and eat. I came across a dry creak bed that ran through an
underpass in the highway. I found a wide part of the creak bank under the
road and parked there for a bit. I ate and had a few sips of whiskey that I
stole from my mom's stash. I dug through the backpack and found my
notebooks. I lay there and felt myself up while I read a few fantasies. The
story i was reading was about body piercing. I had seen pictures of guys
with pierced dicks and I thought it looked really hot. I had tried to
imagine what my own dick would look like with a Prince Albert or an
ampallang. And I knew I wanted to get my nipples pierced. My nipples were
really sensitive and I loved to pinch them when I jerked off. In this
story, I have gone into a tattoo parlor with a hot girl that did their
piercings. I imagine that she locks the door to the room we're in and tells
me to get naked. She says to think of it like getting a physical at the
doctor. She's sexy so I'm eager to get naked for her. When I sit down in
the adjustable chair (like a dentists chair), she starts using straps to
secure my arms legs and body. She says that this is so I don't jerk around
and hurt myself when she pierces me. It makes sense so I let her strap me
down. Then she brings out a ball gag and gags me, so I don't scream too
loud she explains. She notices my dick is hard and teases me for getting
excited. When I reach the part of the story where she pierces my nipples, I
pinch my nipples as hard as I can and dig my fingernails in. I imagine i'm
really getting pierced. In the story, she keeps piercing me all over even
though I only wanted my nipples and penis done. Afterward she keeps me tied
down and tortures me by twisting the new piercings through my sour
flesh. She edges me and makes me eat her pussy. I don't make it to the end
where she jerks me off twice; I cum just after the part where she gives me
my first cock piercing. I pinch my nipples and rub my cum into them as I
come down from an intense orgasm. I didn't really have anything to clean up
with so I just spread my load across my chest and stomach. I tried to rub
it into my skin but it just smeared over me like a layer of frosting on a
cake. It was sticky at first and then as it dried, it felt tight. I figured
I could clean up when I came across a rest area or a gas station.

I left the notebooks just under the flap at the top of my pack for easier
access later and climbed back up to the road. A little while later when I
started to get sweaty again, I could smell my cum as it got moist and slid
down into my shorts. I really needed to shower cause my armpits were
smelling pretty rank. I looked on my map and the next town was over a days
walk at least.

I kept walking and covered a lot of distance that day. When it got dark, I
found a place to settle down for the night. I made a fire with some dead
tree branches I scavenged. I sat by the fire and read some more of my
fantasies while sipping on the whiskey and tugging on my cock. I fell to
sleep in front of the fire and woke up in the middle of the night, still a
little drunk and holding my dick. I was freezing and when I stood up to go
get into my sleeping bag, I stumbled and stuck my foot in a gopher hole. I
felt my ankle pop as I fell to the ground. Fuck, was it broken? I righted
myself and pulled my foot out of the hole. It wasn't broken, just
sprained. I knew I wouldn't be able to walk far like this so I decided to
try and get some sleep and in the morning I'd hitch hike to the next town
and call my friends in Denver for a ride.

I hardly slept at all and as soon as the sky started to get light I hobbled
to the road using my backpack to support me. I sat down on the shoulder of
the highway with my leg out straight and waited for a vehicle to come by.
The first fifteen or twenty cars just passed me and kept driving.
Eventually a big dump truck approached and began to slow down. It came to a
stop about fifty yards past me.

To be continued...

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