Date: Tue, 04 Sep 2018 15:06:55 +0000 From: "Tim (via Google Docs)" Subject: Part One - Getting Adopted Getting Adopted The following is an erotic story that may or may not be based on someone's reality. It includes adult-Youth sexual relations, without protection. There is also a rape scene, and some family drama. If any of this offends you, you should stop reading now. If you read on and like what you see, let me know how much you like it and what fantasies you might want to see played out. ALSO, please give a generous donation to the Nifty Archive. They do a lot to keep this site going so you can get off reading these stories. Help `em out, fellas, jack off with one hand, donate money with the other. timmywriteshot@gmail.com GETTING ADOPTED -- PART ONE His name is James. He is an ex-Marine who owns a very large construction company in Kansas City. He is 40 years old and in perfect shape. He is lean, chiseled, and his tight jeans and shirt show him off well. He has an impressive tattoo sleeve running from his right shoulder to the wrist. His hair is black, and his eyes are a bright blue. He has a smile that just knocks people over. James is generous, compassionate, and very gentle, contrary to his Marine image. He is loyal to a fault, and takes of care of those he loves. James is my new best friend. Let me explain... My name is Sean. I'm 16 and I came out to my parents a couple weeks ago in rural Missouri. It did not go well. My Dad is a big man and he literally picked me up and threw me out the front door. Then Mom tossed all my clothes and shit out the bedroom window into the yard, at least she also threw me a suitcase. I stuffed what I could into the suitcase, left the rest of it on the ground, and I started walking away from the only home I'd ever lived in. It was a five mile walk to the highway, then another three miles up to the Interstate. I didn't see a single car along the way. When I got to the Interstate, I started to hitchhike. I got picked up by a trucker who said he'd take me all the way to Kansas City. He lied. He drove about five miles and pulled off into a rest area. Then, he told me to get in the sleeper cab and strip. "Rides don't come for free, son." So, I did it. Trucker stripped his clothes off and he was a huge, hairy man with a giant cock hanging between his legs. He had a Prince Albert cock piercing; I had never seen anything like that in real life. He shoved me down and sat over me and told me to suck his monster cock. I did the best I could. I didn't have a lot of experience yet, a guy this big was way out of my league. I loved looking at him, but servicing him was a whole different ball game. He kept shoving his cock down my throat, but I spit and gagged and couldn't take it to satisfy him. He pulled out and said, "Fuck! Roll over, boy!" So, I rolled onto my stomach and he spit on his fingers and stuck them into my ass. I had never been fucked before, and my virgin ass was not ready for this guy's fuck stick. I knew he would rip me apart. I begged him not to do that; I told him it hurt. He just spit some more and slapped my ass hard. He kept spitting and shoving fingers up my ass to stretch me out. I didn't know what to do, so I tried to relax and let him inside me. He pushed his cock against my virgin pussy, and tried to push through. "You're a fucking virgin, aren't you?" "Y-Yes, sir, I am." "Well, fuck me, this is a great night!" With that, he plunged full bore into my gut and I felt my asshole tear from the pressure. It hurt like hell and I screamed for him to stop. Through my tears, I kept saying, "No, please, don't. It hurts." But, he kept pounding me deep and hard. Every strike sent shots of pain through my guts. I was getting nauseous from the pain, and I cried the whole time. I knew it wasn't going to stop until he was finished, so I did my best not to fight him, so he could get his rocks off. I tried to think of other things, but all I could see was what a tattered mess my asshole must be. I felt warm, sticky liquid drip slowly down my ass cheeks. I didn't know what it was since he hadn't cum yet. I touched it and looked at my finger and saw that it was blood. Then I really started to cry. Trucker hit my ass two times, really hard and told me to shut up. I tried, but couldn't stop whimpering. Then, he started to shove his fuck stick deep into my gut, I felt a new surge of pain then. He held himself inside me and started to spasm. Then, his cum exploded out of him, filling me up. It burned inside, I guess from the saltiness hitting torn flesh. He kept pumping me until he was empty, and his soft cock fell out of me. That's when I realized that one of the caps was missing from his P.A., and there was an exposed threaded shaft that must have been the weapon that cut me. He looked down and saw blood covering his cock and saw the same thing I saw. He figured the cap was still inside me. He shoved a finger into my pussy and fished around for it. Then, he told me to push like I was shitting. I did, and the stainless-steel cap oozed out. He put it back on his ring and wiped his cock off, then he got dressed quickly. He told me, "Get your clothes on, boy, now!" I asked if I could have something to clean up with. He said, "Fuck you! Get your shit on and get out of my truck. I'm not carrying an injured bird around." I said, "But this is nowhere. I'm bleeding and need some help." He backhanded me across the jaw and sent me flying backwards across the cab. "I said get dressed and get out, or I'll throw you out naked!" I got my jeans and t-shirt back on. I pulled my socks on and started to pull on my boots. He said, "That's good enough. Finish on the bench over there." I jumped down with my boots and turned to grab my suitcase out of the cab, but he had already pulled the door closed and was starting to roll away. "Wait! That's my stuff!" But, he couldn't, or wouldn't, hear me and kept on driving. Now, I'm stuck at a rest area in the middle of nowhere, at midnight, bleeding, and all my stuff is gone. What the fuck! So, while we're figuring out what to do next, I'll tell you about me. I am 5'8" tall, with brown hair and brown eyes. I keep my hair cut really short, and I've been letting my beard stubble grow for the past few months, it looks a lot like a dirty face - less like a real beard. I'm kind of scrawny. My chest is solid, but my abs are hidden under some baby fat. Then, there is a very light brown pleasure trail running down from my navel to my bush. My cock is nice, it's about 4" soft and 5" hard. I knew I was gay in the fourth grade, I just didn't know what to call it or how to act. I played sports in school, I worked on the farm, and I did all the guy things I was supposed to. I even enjoyed most of it. But, I knew that I had no desire to date girls or make a life with one. Sometimes, country boys got together for circle jerks, and I even had a couple guys suck my cock before. I sucked a few cocks too. It was kind of "normal" for boys going through puberty to jack off with friends and suck each other off sometimes. It was no big deal to them, but it really helped me know for sure I liked it more than they did. As I got older and started to learn more about sexuality, I learned about homosexuality and what it was and how guys dealt with it. At 16, I was a real fuck-up. I was trying hard to barely graduate high school with my shitty grades. I partied too much with the football team and got into some minor trouble. I even managed to find a couple guys who loved me to suck their cocks, so I got to drink a lot of cum. So, I thought this was the perfect time to tell my folks I'm gay. Big fucking mistake! I had no idea they would react that way; it worked better on TV. So, here I am, sitting in a Missouri rest area in the middle of the night, all alone. My ass hurts and is bleeding into my underpants. All my stuff just got stolen, so I have no clothes and no money. It's too dangerous to stay out here all night, so I think I should start walking west and hope I can find a truck stop soon. Before I go, I take off my jeans and use my underpants to wipe off the blood on my legs. I wipe my ass and it looks like it has stopped bleeding for now. I threw them in the trash and slipped my jeans on; this is the first time I've ever had jeans on without underwear, it feels awesome. Anyway, I set off down the Interstate, in search of a truck stop. I don't find one until after several hours of walking. I am filthy dirty, completely exhausted, and hungry as hell. Since I have no money, I really can't do anything about any of that. I sneak around to the trucker's restroom entrance and go in, hoping to be able to get a shower. I hang out in the corner and wait to see if a trucker comes out and I can grab the door before it locks. Then, I see this really nice-looking guy walk into the restroom from the car side of the place. He is 6'-1" tall and he smiles at me as he walks past me. He steps up to the urinal and opens his jeans; I step up next to him to try to get a peek at his cock. He flops out this big, meaty beast and lets it loose to fill the bowl with hot piss. I don't let him see me looking, but I open my jeans and pull my dick out to piss. The problem is, I'm so hungry and tired that I start to feel a little dizzy. Before I know it, my legs buckle, and my jeans fall down to my ankles, revealing my bruised and bloody crotch. I'm trying to hang onto the urinal, but I fall to the floor. The guy next to me stuffs his cock back in his jeans and buttons up. Then he grabs me and takes me to a vacant shower stall and pays the money to open the door. Then he carries me inside. He set me on the bench and carefully pulled my jeans off. "Son, you've been bleeding, a lot." He said. "What happened to you?" I didn't know what to do. I was too tired and hungry, and I felt like shit. I started to tell him about the trucker, but all I could do was cry. He pulled me to him and hugged me as I sobbed into his chest. Finally, I calmed down and I told him the story of how I'd been raped by a trucker and what happened to cut me up inside. "Shit! I'm guessing that you only have some superficial scratches; your ass bleeds a lot with just a little tear. But, we're not going to take any chances. I need to call your family and have them take you to a hospital." "Oh, fuck no! They won't help. They threw me out yesterday morning and I've been walking all night. The trucker took my money and my suitcase. I've got nothing and no place to go. Just leave me here and I'll catch a ride after I shower and rest a bit." I said. "That's bullshit, young man. I am not going to leave you here alone. You could get raped again, or worse. You're coming with me for a while. Get your clothes off and take a shower. I'll go inside and get you a new pair of jeans and a fresh shirt." So, I stripped and went into the shower. I let the water fall over me, hot and hard. It felt good to be clean from the rape. I washed my ass crack and cock really well; I didn't want any of that man's stink on me. I stepped out of the shower and there was a clean towel hanging there for me. Then, there was a knock on the door. "It's me," said the familiar voice. I opened the door and there stood my guardian angel. He had a pair of Levi 501 button-fly jeans in my size, and a cool t-shirt that said "Visit Missouri" on it. I thanked him and pulled the jeans on. Clean new jeans are always a little tight, I shoved myself in and buttoned up the jeans, having a little trouble with the buttons. My angel reached over and slowly buttoned my new jeans for me. As he did, one hand was inside the fly and he brushed my penis and then my pleasure trail. My pecker twitched. Then, he held the t-shirt for me to slip into. It was a little tight and showed off my chest nicely. My angel stepped back to take a look. "Not bad, son, you look much better now than you did." Then he tousled my hair and opened the door to leave. "Wait," I stopped him. "I don't even know your name. I'm Sean, Sean Price." "Oh, right," he said, "I'm James, James Burrows. How about we go get something to eat?" I followed him out of the showers and into the restaurant. It was around 4 in the morning, so it wasn't real busy. James led me to a booth in the back corner and I sat down opposite him. The waitress brought menus and James ordered coffee, I asked for a Dr. Pepper. I said: "I don't have any money to pay for this, James." "No problem, I've got plenty of money to feed us both. You order whatever you want," he answered. Then, he smiled big and winked at me. We ordered breakfast and talked while we waited for our food to come. James: "So, you told me a pretty shitty story earlier. Is all that true?" Me: "Yes, sir, it is. I really fucked up. My parents hate me, I lost all my shit, and now I might have fucked up my best asset -- my pussy. That's all I've got to earn a living now." James: "Wait a minute! Are you telling me that's your plan? You're going to Kansas City to be a hooker?" Me: "That's all I'm good for. I didn't graduate high school `cause my grades sucked and my folks threw me out. I'm only just 16, so I can't get a decent apartment. I need cash, so I can at least rent a room to sleep in. I'm sure plenty of guys in KC will pay to fuck my ass. Now that it's no longer virgin territory, it ought to be easy." James: "That is not how this is going to go, young man. I won't let you throw your life away like that. Tell you what, I've got a better idea. You come home with me and I'll put you to work in my construction business. You can earn an honest living for a legitimate job. I'll give you a place to live for as long as you want it." Me: "I don't get it. Why the fuck would you do that for somebody you don't know?" James: "Way back when, when I was about your age, I got thrown out of my house too. My dad beat me unconscious and would have killed me, but mom stopped him from going that far. Being queer in my family back then was the worst thing you could do. So, I left home and joined the Marines. They turned me into a rock-hard man, and they taught me a loft of valuable lessons. But, the most important lesson I've learned is that every man deserves a break." Me: "Oh, shit! I'm so stupid! I had no idea you were gay too. Although, I was willing to suck your dick for a ride to Kansas City." James: "That won't be necessary. I will take you to KC because that's where I live. I won't force you to have sex with me. I expect you to work hard and make something of yourself." Me: "Well, I guess I don't have a fucking choice, do I. Your deal is a lot better than my plan, so, yes, I'll work for you and stay at your place until I get on my feet." By then we had finished our breakfast and James paid the check. Then, James led me to his car; it was a fuckin' brand-new Range Rover. I'd seen these in magazines; fully tricked out, this car cost over $200,000! I hopped in the passenger seat, James walked around to the driver's door. He started it up and it just purred, yet it rumbled with power inside. James told me to put the seat back and relax, maybe I could get some sleep on the way to his house. I let the seat go back all the way and sunk into the soft, leather. I was asleep in no time at all. I woke up as we slowed down to enter the city of Kansas City. Along the way, I saw the Chiefs and Royals stadiums, an amusement park, a water park, it was impressive. James mentioned that he had season-tickets to the Chiefs games. I told him that I really did like football. As we drove along, he pointed out places of interest and reached over to pat my thigh. He really enjoyed sharing his city with me. We pulled off the freeway and stopped to get gas. I stayed in the car and that's where this story began. His name his James, he is hot as fuck, and he is taking me home with him. I don't know what lies ahead, but I'm fucking excited! To be continued... [END PART ONE]