Date: Thu, 9 Sep 2010 09:48:08 -0400 (EDT) From: Loch Ness Laddie Subject: Breakdown in Georgia - Chapter 1 Breakdown in Georgia By: Loch Ness Laddie Chapter 1 This story is entirely fiction and it never happened in real life, however in my fantasy world, it could have happened a long time ago, and NO animals and/or minors were ever harmed in the creation or telling of this story; and lastly as always, DO NOT attempt these scenarios in the real world, AND AS ALWAYS USE RELIABLE PROTECTION, as I have had too many dear friends (and acquaintances) in my long life die of the dreaded "A" word! Years ago when I was an older teen, I was traveling on a Friday afternoon through central Georgia, on vacation from the small college that I went to in Northern Georgia, when my old clunker, a "Rolls Canhardly" (that is, it can roll down one hill, but can hardly make it up the next hill) started to run real rough and almost stalled out on the Highway, but fortunely I spotted a small town ahead, with a gas station sign right on the Highway, so I managed to nurse the car along until it finally died in front of the garage; so the mechanic, a young black boy and I pushed it into the bay where he put it on the lift, and he started to find out what the problem was. In the meantime I slung my camera over my shoulder and followed the black boy around back to use the restroom, and coming back out, I spotted the same Black boy, about 13 years of age, washing cars in the back lot for sale, and wearing nothing, but sandals and a pair of blue jean cutoffs that were soaking wet from the hose, and threatening to slide off his narrow hips and down his smooth legs any minute now, and as hot as it was that day, he had also probably turned the hose on himself. Before I get further into the story, let me introduce myself, I'm Jared and I'm nineteen, and I'm majoring in Journalism with a Minor in Photography, hence the camera I always carry with me, it's a very nice SLR that my parents bought me before going off to college, and I couldn't help but noticing the boy's body, gleaming in the sun from the sweat and the water hose, and I snapped a few candid pictures of him. And yeah, you probably guessed it, I'm pretty sure I'm gay, having liked boy's since before puberty, and I noticed with interest that the boy didn't seem to be wearing any underpants, and his blue jean cutoffs kept sliding down from the weight of the water and showing the crack of his ass, and he had a nice ass from what I could see, a deep chocolate brown like the rest of his tight muscular body, so I continued to snap some more pictures while he worked. My attention was broken by the mechanic calling from around the corner, saying that he had found the problem, and he said, "First the good news, it was only the gas pump and easily replaced, and now the bad news, the part would have to come from Atlanta, and wouldn't be here till Monday morning", so I could either spend the weekend in this "wide spot on the Highway" or call my parents to come and get me, but it was a long distance, and Dad was just getting over an operation, and Mom didn't like to drive, preferring to leave that to Dad, so with the image of that Black boy still in my mind, I asked if there was a Motel nearby for the weekend, and he said there was, and if I wanted to wait till closing time, he would take me over there in the Wrecker truck, as he took it home every night. So I passed the time, leaning against a fence pole, and talking to the boy, whose name I found out was Willy (short for William, I think) and getting to know him better, I found out that he lived with his single Mom not too far away, he worked at the gas station washing the red Georgia clay off the cars and doing odd jobs, his Aunt worked as a cook at the Restaurant across from the Motel in their small town, and by the time closing time came around, Willy and I ended up knowing a lot about each other and had become fast friends, and after the mechanic locked my car in the garage bay for the weekend, we headed for the Motel, as Willy rode his bicycle home. The mechanic knew the Motel owner, a small man and wife from India, and he put in a good word for me, and the owner gave me a discount normally meant for AAA members, and a real nice room, and I couldn't help, but notice that the Motel had a large (and clean) Pool for the guests, and after getting checked in and going to my room, I realized I was starving, not having eaten since early this morning and here it was late afternoon, so I walked the short distance to the Restaurant across the Highway from the Motel, and going inside, I spotted Willy sitting with a lady, I felt was his Mom, and he insisted on me sitting with them, and I must of made a good impression on his Mom after she questioned me for awhile about my parents, my school and my life in general. Willy's Aunt brought out the food and stood there talking to her Sister about Church on Sunday, while Willy and I attacked our food like starving teenagers, and Willy's Aunt smiled at our appetite, as we cleaned our plates and was ready to start in on the napkins when the Aunt suggested dessert, and Willy and I each had a big slice of Georgia Pecan pie with a couple of scoops of homemade Vanilla ice cream, and I even ordered an extra slice to take back to the Motel and eat later, and after paying my check, I started walking back across the Highway, while Willy and his Mom remained behind at the Restaurant, and so I spent the evening studying a textbook while the overloaded room A/C went chugging along, trying to overcome the hot Georgia heat, that was still warm far into the evening. Finally I couldn't read anymore, so I brushed my teeth, and turned the sheet down and turned off the lamp, and I laid there for a moment thinking of Willy and his beautiful dark chocolate brown skin that shone so nicely in the sun, especially when it was wet, either by sweat or by water, and I wondered if Willy might be like me, as I had noticed something's about him that raised some questions in my mind, or if he was just a teenager looking to have a good time, and then I drifted off to sleep, thinking and then dreaming about doing things with Willy later on. CONTINUED IN PART 2