Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2019 23:00:43 +0000 (UTC) From: Caleo Matolo Subject: My Wild Fall in Perdido Key - Part 3 "Nico" (Bisexual - Adult - Youth) This is a story based on my own real experiences of a month in Period Key Florida. Peoples' names were changed for privacy reasons. Comments of any kind are welcome and appreciated at caleom69@yahoo.com My Wild Fall in Perdido Key My Wild Fall in Period Key - Part Three: "Nico" I really hope I haven't just put myself into more trouble. At least I got out alive from those other guys. But, who knows who or what is in this truck. It's an older truck, but in good shape. There's a man driving it. I can't see him real good, even with his windows down, it's just too dark. The man asks me, "Are you OK? Why are you out here on the road with no clothes?" "Well, it's kind of a long story, sir. But some real jerk ass-holes did this to me, for no good reason. And yes, I'm OK, but I've been beaten up pretty good and I'm really tired and cold." I pleaded my case briefly. Then he says, "Hang on.. I may have something..." He's looking behind the seats for something, "...yes, here we go. You can put this on.." And he handed me a large size t-shirt, which I put on immediately and thanked him for it, but he had not invited me into his truck yet. I was hoping he would ask if he could give me a lift. "How old are you, boy?" I liked that he was cautious. "I'm 15 sir." Well, I was almost 15. "Sir, I would really appreciate you giving me a ride home.. would that be possible.." And he interrupts, "Where do you live?" Then I told him.. "Period Key? Thats like 40 miles from here." Well, I guess that answers part of that question. Then he says, "Come on. You tell me where to go when we get there, I'll take you... its ok, get in." I was apprehensive, but I was very grateful and relieved that some normalcy might be returning to my day.. or night. "Thank you, sir, so very much." He was looking me over, "Boy kid, you look like you got pulled through the wringer." The dome light in his truck came on when I opened the door. He could see me, and I got a look at him. He was a stocky guy, but not fat. Clean and well groomed, no facial hair. He seemed hispanic, and there was a slight accent. He had on a tank top t-shirt that revealed a bit of his chest, and his chest was very hairy... bushy even. His arms were similar.. very hairy, and muscular. He was in shape. He began to drive. He was already headed in the right direction to go to Perdido Key, so we just went forward. The t-shirt he gave me was plenty long enough to cover my privates, but not much more than that. As we drove, there wasn't a lot of talking, but he asked questions from time to time. He had his window open, and, ordinarily, the cool breeze would have been nice, but for some reason I was shivering like a chihuahua, and couldn't stop... "Are you ok my friend? You are shaking badly.." He was genuinely concerned. "Yes sir, uh maybe if you roll your window up.. " He did, but it didn't help. I didn't know why I was shaking so bad. I thought I might shake to pieces. "Do you feel sick? Do you have a fever?" He asked, and just then he put his right hand on my bare leg, just above my knee. His hand was a bit corse or callus, but very warm. And the instant he touch my leg, I stopped shivering. It was like someone had put an electric blanket around me. I settled right down. And he said, "Your skin feels a little cool to the touch. I'm sorry I don't have anything else for you to wear." "It's ok," I said, "Actually I feel a lot better all of a sudden.... Your hand is very warm." So, he kept his hand where he put it, just above my knee. "I'm glad to hear that," he says as he gives my leg a little bit of a rub, "you had me worried. I live in this direction. I can stop and go in my place and get you more to wear before I take you home." Oh wow, what a life saver this guy is turning out to be, "Thank you so much, that would be great." "Is my hand still warm for you?" It was... it felt great. "I can move it if you like...?" "No, you're fine.. it settled me right down when you touched me." I could hear the words coming out of my mouth, but they weren't matching my thoughts. I was thinking `why am I so ok with his hand on my leg?' And I felt very odd for feeling that way. A total stranger has his hand on me, and I'm ok with that. "Oh, thats good. I'd turn my heater on if it was working... sorry my friend." As he gave my leg a little squeeze and a rub and moved his hand a little higher up my leg, and then held it there. ".. you know, you are pretty lucky I came along to find you. Better than the police I think, huh?" I agreed, "Yes, much better." Just then he began to rub my leg a little again. It was feeling nice. In fact, very nice. Something was coming over me. I was becoming very relaxed, and I could feel my cock start to stiffen. Why was I getting horny? But I was going with it. I shifted my leg toward him just a bit, widening the gap between my legs, as if to tell him, `it's ok. Keep doing that.'. He rubbed my leg again, this time coming to rest on my upper thigh. It was very nice and I sank down in my seat just a bit, and shifted my leg toward him another inch or two. "We have a ways to go. I could turn on the radio with some music, if you like...?" He was trying very hard to be pleasing. "Thank you, but everything is just great like this." I didn't want anything to change. He smiled and agreed with me, "Yes, the nights are really nice this time of year.." My cock was getting harder by the seconds, and I really didn't expect that... and it was beginning to show under the t-shirt. Just then, he moved his hand a little higher, and I opened my leg up a little more. He gave me a little squeeze where his hand rested. It was still very warm and nice on my skin. My cock was filling fast. The intermittent streetlights would illuminate the cab of the truck, and you could easily see my erection under my t-shirt. And, yes, he was looking. Every time we went under a street light, he looked over at my crotch. Then, I felt his hand move higher up on my thigh. Now he was almost at my balls. I opened my leg a little more, and then significantly more. My cock was all the way hard and making a tent in the t-shirt. He moved his hand further up my leg... This time, I could feel his pinky finger touch my balls.. and he just held his hand there. I slouched in the seat a little more, and that made his hand even higher on my thigh. Now his fingers were in the crevice between my thigh and my balls. It was feeling amazing. It was like his hand was an electronic source of heat. I shouldn't have been feeling this way after what I just went through, but something came over me, and suddenly I felt feverishly flush with desire, and I didn't care anymore. I wanted something to happen, but I wasn't going to rush it. My attitude was `to hell with it.' I know he felt my balls on the back of his fingers. He gave another little squeeze. Just then...... I opened my leg as far as I could this time, and my knee was on now top of his right leg. He began to rub my thigh up and down, brushing my balls slightly with each time. Surely he knew by now that I was wanting it. He keeps looking at my erection.. finally he moves his hand as far up my leg as he can go, and the back of his entire hand is brushing against my balls and cock. At this point, I pull the bottom of my t-shirt up, revealing my crotch completely.... I wanted him to see me now. "Oh wow," he said, amazed. "That is really something! You are obviously feeling better..." Yes, I was.. "Yes, I'm feeling pretty good right now.." I pull his hand just slightly onto my cock. He gets the hint and grabs the base of it.. and I lean up and get a lot closer to him, and I say in almost a whisper, "Do you want to fuck me?" His grip on my cock grew tighter.. "Uh.. well....ye... Yes, I do... I really do.. if you want to as well!" Then I let him have it, and I whispered right in his ear as I grabbed his crotch, "I do.. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me really bad..." I think I could feel his heart beating faster right through his clothes.... "We are very close to my place now." I laid my head on his shoulder and continued rubbing his quickly stiffening cock. He was driving much faster now, and his cock was a solid piece of iron, bulging from his pants. It felt like it was a very fat cock, but I didn't give a shit. I just wanted it in my ass, fucking my eyes out. (How odd, after everything that had happened that day). We arrive at his place, a small modest house with two bedrooms and one bath, but I didn't take much time to look around... we got right down to it. I pull off the t-shirt he gave me and he got undressed in a hurry.. I could see him clearly now. His legs, arms and chest were very hairy, but not his back or his butt, so much. He was muscular and not so stocky after all... and OMG, his cock was fat as a beer can.. honestly. I walked up to him, grabbed his cock with one hand, started rubbing his chest with the other, and we leaned into each other, as our cocks were poking at each of us, and he leaned down and we started to kiss... and we kissed. Deep tongue kissing... we just kept on kissing. Slowly making our way to the bedroom and onto the bed. At this time, I slowly slid my head down his chest. He smelled like he had just had a shower, and I found myself sucking his fat cock with a fury. It was so fat it wouldn't really fit much in my mouth, but I licked and sucked on the shaft... up and down. Then we got into a 69 position... OMG. That was amazing. He was sucking my cock like it had never been sucked before.... "I can't wait anymore..." he said, "I don't have anything but vaseline.. is that ok?" I was so impressed that he even asked... "Oh god yes... just hurry and fuck me!" He was gone to the bathroom only a few seconds. He came back with the whole jar of Vaseline, and then slathered a big glob of it in my ass, and on his cock.. I was on my knees with my butt hiked up for him.......... And he slowly pushed his cock into my ass.. it went in so nice and smooth. "Does it hurt? I can go real slow..?" I was fucking loving it. "No it doesn't hurt at all.. just use me!" But it did hurt, and badly. Though earlier I was previously reamed out by 5 other guys. I guess that made it a bit easier, and this time I was enjoying it. This man made me feel safe. He began to pound my ass. Holding my hips so firmly in his rough hands and smashing his pelvis into my butt. His cock was feeling amazing now, and my cock was staying hard as rock. He was going really fast for awhile, and then slowed, and as he adjusted himself somewhat, he hit something inside of me that made me squirt like a garden hose all over his bedspread. My cock continued to stay hard. This was the most erotic and hot experience I had ever had... well, for a 14 year old boy, there's not a lot of experience to compare with.. It didn't take him long till he was getting close to cuming. His speed was fast, then really fast, then brutally fast.... And suddenly he slowed and took a very moderate pace all the way to his orgasm which was only seconds away... but I wanted to see him cum, "When you get there, pull it out and cum on my face.. I want to taste it." Well, that tipped him over the edge... "OK, here I cum.... Oh SHIT... FUUUUCKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!" And he exploded a fountain of cum all over my face and chest, and it just kept coming. One squirt after the next. He must have shot 15 times, each one a long white ribbon of gooey lust. I've still to this day, never seen anything like this guys ejaculation. Except maybe the big ugly guy in the car, from earlier that night. But I didn't actually see that one, and I wasn't enjoying it either (or was I), so I'm not counting it (or am I). It was funny, but we never actually said our names to each other. We laughed about that while resting side by side in the bed after our sex. But I told him my name was Joey, and he said his name was Nico. "I like that name." I said, lying there drenched in his cum, as he held me close, not minding that cum was getting all over him too..... and then realizing how worried my aunt and uncle must be.... "Oh shit, what time is it?" "Almost ten o'clock - we should get you home, huh?" Nico said as he goes to find me something to wear. He finds some sweatpants, and I can wear those with that t-shirt he already gave me. They're big on me but they'll do. As he's driving me home, he expresses some concerns he has, "You know, Joey, There is a big age difference between us. I am 42...you are 14. A lot of people wouldn't understand our connection, if you know what I mean." "Yeh, I understand. I mean, I see the news about all those priests who molest young alter boys... I know that what we did is illegal, whether I am consenting or not." Listen to me, all smart for a kid. "But, you don't have to worry, Nico. I'm not telling a soul about my day today. I won't tell even my dog about you and I. This is between us.. this is our thing, and I want it to remain private." Nico let out a sigh of relief, "Glad to hear you say that. I want you to know though, that I would love to see you again, that is, if you want to." I was glad to hear him say that, and I told him, "I do, I really do. But I need a few days to recover from today (and the other day)." I really did. While I was in the bathroom at Nico's place, I had a good look at myself, and I was bruised from head to toe. My mouth was swollen, I was a mess. I still hadn't told him exactly why I was like that. I figured I would eventually. So, I directed Nico to the specific driveway to my Aunt's, and when we got there, I had him drop me off without pulling all the way up to the house. I told him that I thought it was best if my aunt and uncle didn't meet him.... At least not this way. I just didn't want anything to happen to him after he was so kind to me. During the whole drive home, I was trying to come up with my story of what had happened to me, to tell aunt Gayle and uncle Max. I decided that it was best to tell the truth, except for the sex parts. I could make the story work by just leaving out the parts about those guys essentially raping me. I just didn't want that out there. Besides I was too young for anything close to that kind of behavior or experience. So that's what I was going to stick to. My aunt and uncle were so very relieved that I had returned and was still... alive, that they had no problem accepting my story of why I was out so late. I did admit to the beer drinking, but not the pot smoking. They did ask repeatedly if these "guys" had done anything sexually to me, and I assured them they had not. They wanted to know who they were though, but I explained I couldn't really remember anyone of their names... that I thought they may have kept them from me on purpose, knowing they were going to give me a hard time (a `hard' time.. HA). Then they pressed me for who brought me home. I told them a real nice man in a late model pickup, saw me and stopped, and that he had these clothes I was wearing in his truck and gave them to me. They wanted to know his name, so they could thank him somehow. I explained that I had no idea where he lived or anything much about him, but I did get his first name. I told them his name was "Charley".... Oh, yeh... his name was definitely "Charley". ============ Be supportive of jiffy.org and make a donation, so that this site can maintain its presence. If you have any questions or comments about the story, or just want to chat, please email me at: caleom69@yahoo.com