Date: Fri, 5 Oct 2007 16:50:19 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Getting Kicked Out of the House-Part 5

If you've followed this story from the beginning, then you've already
been advised not to read it if by any chance it's illegal for you to do
so. And so the only additional cautionary note I might add at this point,
is that in this FANTASY, our hero decends a wee bit further into
kinkydom. If by any chance your perception was that he was too NICE to
entertain such thoughts, well, he ISN'T. Even if for the most part, at
this point such thoughts are projected off to another character. But I
thought I should warn you about this, just in case.

At the end of part 4, J.J. has just had his first experience with water
sports, even if he was only the giver. And so the ride with Sam continues
and that's where things are picked up again.


               Getting Kicked Out of the House-Part 5
                           I Meet Santa Claus


So after all THAT, I was at a lost for words for a few minutes.

Finally Sam broke the silence. "So I take it you've never done anything
like that before?"

"No, not really."

"Has it upset you?"

I made a deep in thought face, then allowed, "Well, I've HEARD of it
before, so I don't know--- well, it was a trip--- so I guess-- if it
doesn't bother you, I don't know why I should let it bother me."

"J.J., if you stay out on the road like this--- well, maybe we can
discuss that later--- when you've recovered from the shock of learning
I'm just a dirty old man, I suppose." Then he added, "And from a dirty
old man's perspective, you DO have a lovely little doohickey, do you know
that?"

Well, changing the subject seemed like a good idea, so I asked, "How many
doohickys have you looked at anyway?"

"Up close and personal? Quite a few. I have no idea, really."

"You been looking at them ever since Neil?"

"Truthfully I DIDN'T look at any until roughly a year later. Then I had a
rather unfortunate experience...well... humiliating would no doubt be a
more apt description; and afterwards I will admit that I NOTICED quite a
few; at YMCAs and the like; but until after I joined the Navy; which was
about two years later; I never PICKED up anyone."

"So could you tell me about-"

"The pick-up or the other experience?"

"Well, if it's OK, I'd like to hear about both."

So he sighed and then it was back to true confessions. "Ah!" he said,
"First the unfortunate experience. Although it STILL causes me to cringe
occasionly. It took place about a year after Neil left my life, I went to
the big city to make my fortune. New York. But there were no jobs to be
had, so eventually I found myself in Newport, Rhode Island working as a
stable hand for the Van Snoots. They were quite wealthy. Mr. and Mrs. Van
Snoot were affable enough I suppose, in a distant sort of way, but their
children were spoiled brats. They had a daughter and a son, Rodney. He
was thirteen and rather cute. Blonde, with a little nose that turned up
slightly. He was somewhat frail with long stork-like legs and he often
came out to the stable to watch me work and talk. I think he was a bit
lonely. At first I rather liked him, but this all came to an end four
months later." Then he lapsed into silence.

"So what happened?" I finally asked.

He sighed again. "Aside from my stable duties, I also on occasion
chauffeured the children about. And so one Sunday morning I was asked to
drive Rodney up to Cape Cod where he was to meet his parents that
evening. I expected Rodney to sit back in the rear, but instead he
climbed up front with me. Soon he'd shed his shirt, which for some reason
I found terribly exciting, then he went to sleep. So of course I couldn't
resist stealing occasional glances of him. I recall he was wearing
knickers. Truthfully, I glanced over at him more than just a few times.
I'd never seen a millionaire's son without his shirt on before. Not that
he looked unusual, but for Rodney it SEEMED unusual. What intrigued me
most was that I could see the beginning of his v and I was wondering if
he was even wearing underwear that day. It seemed beyond belief that he
WOULDN'T, but for awhile I thought not. Well, he was as it turned out,
but then how I found that out came as huge surprise as well.

We arrived at the hotel early that afternoon. Of course the necessary
arrangements had been made, and I was to stay with Rodney until his
parents arrived. Well, shortly after we arrived he decided to go for a
swim and much to my surprise he changed right there in the room, only
bothering to first turn his back. So when he slipped out of his shorts I
caught a glimpse of his hairless balls between his legs. I was shocked.
Well, naturally the greatest shock was him undressing in front of me, but
beyond that I was surprised to note that his balls seemed to be almost
adult-sized. Up until then I had assumed that he hadn't started. At any
rate, I found myself suddenly very much aroused, but of course I couldn't
let on. But after he left the room for his swim, I took his discarded
shorts and pressed them up to my nose. I think had I caught a whiff of
that familiar stale gamy odor I would have pulled myself off right then
and there, but they smelled as though they'd just come out of the
laundry. And so my raging hormones remained unsated.

So when he returned from his swim and went into the bathroom for a quick
shower, I couldn't resist the temptation and I took a look through the
keyhole. And again I was shocked, because he had an erection! It was no
more than four inches and very slender, but as you can no doubt imagine,
I could not take my eyes off of it. I HOPED to see him pulling himself
off, so of COURSE I couldn't. But perhaps I gasped audibly. I really have
no idea what happened, but suddenly and with a start, he looked directly
at that very same keyhole I was peering through and I knew I'd been found
out. Of course I quickly retreated and hoped he wasn't completely sure,
but inside I felt doomed! And deservedly so, I might add.

But at any rate, a few minutes later he came out in his undershorts. I
was sitting on the side of a bed, shaking all over and afraid to look at
his face. He sat down across from me and after a few moments he said,
`You were looking through the keyhole, weren't you?'

I was almost speechless! I stammered something in reply, but I have no
idea what it might have been. And to say the least, it was inadequate.

He snickered and asked, `You really WERE?'

I nodded slightly and apparently he took it as a yes, because then he
asked, `You know what's going to happen if I tell my parents about this?'

Groveling, I managed, `I'll tell them I'll have to quit tonight if you
want me to.'

But he then advised me that if his parents DID find out, I'd be locked
up. Then he asked if I wanted that.

So of course I said no, I didn't." Then he sighed again.

So I said, "Well, I don't guess you have to tell me about it if you don't
want to."

"But I imagine you WOULD like to hear the rest, am I right?"

"Well, sorta."

"So that's no problem. After all, you already KNOW I'm a dirty old man,
and it WAS a long time ago."

"So OK, what happened?"

"Well, exactly where was I?"

So after I told him he continued. "Well, when I finally got up the
courage to look at the boy, I noticed the tent-like formation which had
sprung up beneath his boxers and so I asked if there was any way I could
keep him from telling.

`Sure' he said, `But you have to do everything I tell you to do. So will
you?' I didn't know what he had in mind, but you can be sure that I
consented. And I could also feel myself getting stiff again.

`Very good' he said, `Take off your clothes. All of them.'

Now THAT didn't do a great deal for my erection, but reluctantly I did
so. By the time I stepped out of my undershorts my thing had almost gone
completely soft."

"I just thought of something" I interrupted, "Why do you call other
people's penises doohickeys and your's your thing?"

"I'm not sure. I imagine it's because at times I feel badly about myself.
Does that sound reasonable?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose. ... Oh, by the way. Did he have hair?"

"You mean pubic hair?"

"Yeah. Did he?"

"Yes, but it was only starting to sprout. Just wispy blond fuzz."

"Oh. Oh well. ... So ok, THEN what did he want?"

"THEN he told me to make my thing stand up at attention. And that's
exactly what he called it, by the way. `Thing.' And while I knew exactly
what he meant, I still had to ask.

He said, `Make it get hard.'

So I tried, but it didn't seem to matter if I flailed away at it
furiously or slowly, it WASN'T getting harder, if anything it only shrank
a bit more. Oh my! I was so red faced... it was horrible! But finally I
managed to stammer out that I WAS trying, but it just wasn't cooperating.
When I think of how I had to grovel before that boy I STILL cringe to
this very day. And it's about to get much worse. ... Although curiously
enough, several years later I found myself often re-enacting those scenes
with other young lads... Well, actually the end result was generally more
to my liking you understand; or at least it was more in line with what I
WISH had happened with young Rodney; or it was until I... And speaking of
Rodney, perhaps that is who I should return to. Else things might become
very confusing indeed.

So there I was standing nude in front of that boy hoping he would give up
on my trying to achieve an erection. Which he finally did. He sighed
rather imperiously and after a bit of thought he ordered me to get down
on my hands and knees."

Then he sighed again, then all in a rush he concluded that part of the
tale. "Then he blindfolded me with my shorts and content that I couldn't
see him, he pulled HIS shorts off after first going out of the room for a
moment, then he rode me like I was a horse. You know, 'Giddyup horsy!
Giddyup!' That sort of thing. I almost instantly knew he was naked, I
could feel his his plump hairless balls, and when he leaned to `spur' me
on, I could feel his erection pressed into my back, but whatever pleasure
I might have received from all this was negated by the sheer humiliation
of it all. ... Especially since he was spurring me on by repeatedly
jamming the handle of a bathroom plunger up my behind. I'd never even
THOUGHT of such a thing. But while I found this to be very painful; at
first the pain was almost excruciating; I also found it to be
pleasurable. Increasingly so. Which came as quite a shock. Oh, believe
me, I wanted nothing more than for the ordeal to be over, but even so,
after several minutes I came like a lawn sprinkler. Then shortly
afterwards he spied the mess I'd made on the carpet and that ended the
game. He seemed quite disgusted.

But by no means was that the end of it. No, for better than a month that
child was almost CONSTANTLY coming up with new ways of humiliating me.
And what could I do? I could only consent to his every whim. Some of
which would have done a Roman emperor proud. For example, he took great
delight in urinating on me. Then of course it was only a matter of time
until he decided it would be even MORE fun to insert his penis into my
mouth and I had to swallow all of it. Which should ring a bell with you,
as yes, I then had to continue sucking on his little member. Which was
horribly humiliating, but of course at the same time; almost from the
start; I found myself looking forward to the next opportunity to be his
sex slave. Which came often enough, and it certainly was preferable to
being locked up. Feeling his little member grow rock hard in my mouth;
which completely aroused curved back; allowing him to fuck my mouth,
feeling the brush of his soft downy pubic hair on my nose, swallowing his
soft hairless balls, then grasping the velvety soft pliable cheeks of his
ass as I pulled him as far into my mouth as I could, feeling him spasm
and jerk, tasting his immature boy juice; ah yes, it soon dawned on me
that I controlled him as much if not more that he controlled me. The
humiliation I could have done without; at least at that TIME, but even
with that humiliation came great pleasure.

Or at least I found it to be so until he decided I should clean his boy
hole with my mouth and tongue. Now THAT wasn't something I looked forward
to. Not at first, the first few times I felt like I was about to gag, but
EVENTUALLY I got over that as well, and once again it seemed that I was
possessing him as much as he was I and as we became more adventuresome;
as my the tip of my tongue began to probe ever deeper; I believe he came
to realize this. I think it finally dawned on him that he was on the
verge of losing all control when he came without touching his quivering
little erection; all as a result of my talented tongue; and it was at
that point that he decided it would be best if I were to tender my
resignation, effective immediately.

And so I did. That very night. And that was the end of it, and no doubt
due to the humilation and the guilt, for at least awhile I was cured of
trying to catch glimpses of young boy's doohickeys. Soon after I joined
the Navy and as much as was possible, I put it all out of my mind.

But about a year later I was stationed in New Jersey. And so driving back
to base one bitterly cold night, I passed a hitchhiker. Normally I don't
pick them up, and at that time I'd never, so I didn't even slow down,
...until after I passed. Because it was a young kid, you see. Now it just
so happened that I was on a 24-hour pass. And I had roughly 12 hours
left. As a matter of fact I'd gone to New York to be with a prostitute;
female persuasion; but all I got out of THAT experience was... simply
put, I couldn't get it up again. I had left base with high expectations,
I truly WANTED to lose my virginity, but I couldn't get it UP. And so I
was a very frustrated young man that night and then I see this young boy
out on the highway hitchhiking. It had to be at least midnight. And all
at once, I COULD get it up. I'm not really sure WHAT I had in mind at the
start; as far as that's concerned I didn't even know that I would LIKE
him, I'd only a fleeting look, so hell, I was thinking if after taking a
closer look he really wasn't what I hoped for, I'd just leave him
standing there before he could open the door, but as it turned out he was
very attractive, and every bit as young as I had at first thought. And
for it being my first pickup, I must say that I handled it much more
smoothly than I would have ever dreamed possible. But he seemed a very
friendly boy.

He got up in front with me, introduced himself; his name was Jim; and
told me how much he appreciated my giving him a lift. He said he'd been
on the road about all day and he was just about froze. Then when I lit up
a cigarette; I've since given up the habit; he wondered if he could bum
one off of me. So of course he could. I asked him where he was headed for
on such a cold night. He said Trenton. Which was a good 90 miles down the
road. So I asked if he was hungry by any chance. I was buying. He hadn't
eaten anything since the night before, so sure, he'd take me up on that
and of course he told me how much he appreciated that as well. It SEEMS
he'd started from Syracuse if memory serves me correctly. I BELIEVE he'd
been in some sort of state facility. In all probability he was running
away, but then he was somewhat vague about that part which I'm sure you
can understand. And apparently he had friends living in Trenton. He
didn't seem too sure that they would take him in. He thought they MIGHT.
And I also found that he was thirteen. And he looked it. A bit rough
around the edges, but still, a very attractive kid.

So after I'd let him eat his fill at an all-night diner and we were back
on the highway, I said I WISHED I could drive him on down to Trenton, but
I had to be back at base in 12 hours. Now I could have easily driven him
down and been back in less than half that time, but I was hoping he
didn't realize that, or if he did, that he wouldn't be so impolite as to
press the issue. And he didn't, he understood he said, and he'd probably
be able to get another ride fairly soon.

Finally I made my pitch. I told him I'd been thinking about it and
really, out on the highway like that in the middle of the night, he'd
most likely end up being picked up by the police, in fact, I was
surprised he hadn't already. Now it was up to him, but I COULD put him on
a bus to Trenton in the morning, and I COULD put him up in a hotel room
for the night. Then he wouldn't have to worry about the police or being
picked up by the wrong person and he could get a good night's sleep.
Hell, I was going to get a room anyway, an extra person wouldn't cost all
that much more, but it was up to him. I was very calm, but inside I was
shaking. And much to my relief he guessed maybe I was right. He WAS
tired. If I was SURE it wasn't any trouble.

And fortunately the room only had one medium sized bed. Although at first
he was going to sleep on the floor until I convinced him there was room
enough for the two of us. And so after a moment's hesitation he shrugged,
sat down on the edge of the bed and began studiously working on removing
his socks; which of course didn't take long, then he thought about it I
suppose; and for a moment I really believe he was thinking about sleeping
in his clothes; but at last he stood up and without a word stripped down
to his ragged shorts, got the light and then climbed in beside me."

"You weren't by any chance in bed naked, were you?"

"Oh no, I certainly didn't want to scare him off. So no, I was in my
undershorts as well."

"Boxer shorts?"

"Yes. Standard military issue boxer shorts."

"How ragged WERE his shorts?"

"You can ask more QUESTIONS than anybody I have ever met! In recent
memory, at least. ... But once again, THAT question is helpful. His boxer
shorts weren't so much ragged as nearly threadbare, especially in the
crotch. Which I'd noticed when he'd sat down on the edge of a chair
pulling his pants off. It was almost worn through and I caught a glimpse
of pink flesh shinning through. His balls, you know. They seemed decently
large. And when he stood up it appeared if he sneezed those shorts might
have fallen down on him. He had no buttons in his fly, and I caught a
partial glimpse of his doohickey. At first I was disappointed because it
looked somewhat small. But an instant afterwards I also noticed brown
pubic hair, and that almost instantaneously changed my outlook on things.
And so I yawned, turned over on my stomach and told him to get the lights
if he would because I was probably about as sleepy as he looked."

"You didn't want to pitch a tent, is why you did that."

"Turned over on my stomach?"

"Yeah, that."

"Precisely. And I also didn't want to cum all over myself. And for a few
moments I was on the verge. When I first picked him up I was thinking I
would in all probability only proposition him; at least if I could get
the words out, I would; and of course I had to consider the possibility
that if I DID, he'd want nothing to do with it. Never once did I consider
making him or anyone else do something they didn't WANT to do. I've NEVER
done it with anyone who didn't WANT to. A few times I've been turned
down, but if I was, then that was the end of it. And at first I thought
he was from around there, so of course I never considered the possibility
of having him spend the night with me, but after discovering he was long
way from home I decided I would try talking him into it. And if he would
stay the night, I was thinking I would only fondle him after he went to
sleep. I had by then given up on the idea of asking him straight out, you
see. Of course I knew I might wake him up, but I hoped not. And if I did,
I would face the music. If he stormed out, well, that was a risk I had to
take. If he wanted punch me in the stomach, then I wouldn't lift a finger
to resist. I ASSUMED he WOULDN'T want to have anything to do with it, you
see. It was only when he undressed that I decided I was going to attempt
more than to merely touch him, and it was then that I almost filled my
shorts right then and there."

"What? You shot off soon as he got in BED?"

"I ALMOST did, but no, I didn't. Not that it mattered if I did or didn't
in retrospect, but at the time it did and at least for awhile I was able
to hold back. No more questions for now?"

"No, I'm done. You can go ahead now."

"All right then, I'll continue. He climbed in beside me and minutes later
he was asleep. I could hear him snoring softly, so he must have been
absolutely exhausted. He was lying on his back, so I had to believe
things were working out about as well as I could've hoped. Even so I
waited for at least thirty minutes before finally placing my hand ever so
lightly on his thigh, expecting any second to hear him grouchily tell me
to stay on my side and to get my hands off him. But he continued to snore
and several minutes later my hand had finally crept up to his midsection.
You would have thought I was defusing a bomb, and I was actually
surprised how simple it was to finally slip my hand inside his fly. I was
expecting his pubic hair to be soft and downy much as Rodney's had been,
but to my surprise it felt every bit as coarse as mine. Although he
didn't have nearly as much. His doohickey felt very small, smaller even
than it had looked and this also surprised me, but I was still quite
inexperienced. His balls seemed to be fairly plump though. And I filled
my shorts almost the instant I finally reached inside his fly. It should
have come as no surprise, but I was VERY surprised. Not that it lessened
my desire any, in fact, I barely even paused.

No, I didn't PAUSE until all at once without warning, he stopped snoring.
I wasn't sure if he was awake or not. At first I thought possibly he was
still asleep, but then I felt it getting hard and I knew HE knew EXACTLY
what was going on. So what was I to do? I ALMOST withdrew my hand; if he
were to say anything about it the next morning, then I'd pretend I hadn't
the slightest idea what he was talking about, he MUST have had some
strange wet dream; but when he placed his hand atop mine and began
pressing it against his erection I knew there was little reason to
pretend any longer. And by the way, it did seem to be quite a bit larger;
not at ALL small. I believe that had he NOT awakened I would've in the
end done nothing more than fondle him, I'd lost my nerve in that respect,
but once I knew the cat was out of the bag, I decided I had nothing more
to lose. But even so, I was surprised when he let me. He never said a
word, he just lay there and let me suck him off. It didn't take very long
at all. Then he simply rolled over on his side with his back to me and
that was all there was to it. So after a minute I got up and went to the
bathroom to wash up. When I returned to our room he was sound asleep
again, as though nothing had happened. Actually, I was surprised he was
still there. For awhile I sat looking out the window, then I went for a
walk.

I was gone for perhaps an hour and by the time I returned, he'd kicked
off most of the cover. The hotel had steam heat, which was never an easy
thing to regulate and it was almost unbearably hot in our room. Of course
I had other reasons for not sleeping, but under almost any circumstances,
I doubt if I could've slept a wink in that room. It was simply too hot
and aside from that, a street light was shining in. So after coming in
from my walk I didn't return to bed, instead I sat across the room and
watched him sleeping. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was once again
on his back, legs slightly open with one arm carelessly slung across the
bed. You have no idea how many times I have wished I had a camera with me
that night. He looked so beautiful lying there, I simply could not take
my eyes off him! Especially since those boxer shorts of his had slipped
down and I could see some of his bush. Then after awhile I crept to his
side and carefully unbuttoned him at the waist. It was quite simple to do
and he didn't awaken. Then after pulling his shorts open, I returned to
my seat across from him and masturbated and I came explosively all too
soon. Then I pulled my pants back on and finally fell asleep sitting in
that chair." Then Sam paused to catch his breath.

So I wondered, "Did you leave his shorts pulled down?"

"Yes, I did" replied Sam. ""After all, it wasn't as though I had anything
to lose. But at any rate, when Jim woke me up wanting a cigarette, it was
daylight. He was still in just his shorts, although he had fastened them
back up. Then as I was lighting him up he snickered and said, `Shit! I
thought I was having a wet dream last night when you woke me up.'

It being out in the open I asked with all the casualness I could muster,
`Did it bother you?'

He exhaled deeply, leaned back against the headboard and said, `I guess
you know you owe me $2.00'

So I asked him what he meant.

Calm as could be he replied, `That's what I get for letting fruits suck
my cock.'

So that being the case I asked if he'd like to make another $2.00.

`OK' he said. I found it difficult to believe just how nonchalant he was
about it. Then he added, `For $3.00 you can have my ass.'

I had to ask him what he meant, because at the time I had never
considered anyone WANTING that done to them.

As though he were explaining it to a two-year-old he said, `I mean for
$3.00 you can fuck me. You know, up my ass. So which way you want it?'

So I asked if I could do both for $5.00 and he said that was fine with
him as long as he got $7.00. And I also had to buy the Vaseline. Which
was something else I didn't know about." He laughed. "I was an absolute
babe in the woods. I suppose you could say he opened my eyes quite a bit.
He also said he'd rather I just gave him the money I was going to spend
on his bus ticket, and I ended up buying his breakfast."

"Well, like which did you do first then?" I wondered.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean did you fuck him first, or did you suck him off first?"

"Oh, you want all the bloody details."

"Yes. Tell me everything you can remember about it. Well, if you want to
I mean. I mean it was-"

"Once back from the drug store with my purchase, I asked Jim if he minded
my undressing him. Which hardly amounted to much, as he still had on only
those ragged shorts of his. At any rate, he said soon as I paid him he
didn't care WHAT I did. It's curious. When I pulled his shorts off, I was
trembling again. One would have thought by then I would've been used to
it. Then I recall that for a few minutes I had him sit in my lap. I was
playing with his doohickey making it hard again, which I did, but he
hardly seemed to notice, as he was rather intently counting out his
money. A few dollars of which was in change. He almost cleaned me out in
that department."

"Were you naked by then?"

"Yes I was. So. Satisfied I hadn't shortchanged him, he asked me what my
pleasure was. I'd already decided I wanted his ass first. He pretty much
had to guide me through the procedure, first lying on his stomach and
pulling his cheeks apart so I could lubricate his lovely little opening,
then after getting on his hands and knees, almost literally guiding me
in. I thought it was a marvelous experience, at least until I was
finished."

"What? You didn't know it could get messy?"

"No I didn't. Certainly it should have come as no surprise, but I was
VERY surprised. And for a few moments once again repulsed of course. But
Jim seemed not at all bothered by it, in fact he seemed rather amused.
Fortunately he had the foresight to have me run a washbasin full of soapy
hot water before we began, and soon enough I had cleaned myself and him.
And I'll admit that after washing his behind I was ready for more, and
soon enough I flipped him over on his back and had his cock and that was
that."

"So did you ever run across him again?"

"No, never did. Now tell me about yourself. How long have you been
playing around?"

Even though I realized I was going to have trouble sounding all that
convincing, for some reason I said, "I'm not sure what you mean."

Without taking his eyes off the road he reached over and started rubbing
on my thigh, although he continued to keep his eyes on the road even
after his hand collided with my dohickey which had been hard as a brick
for quite some time and was sticking it's head out. "Well, how long have
you been on the road?" he asked.

"About a year, I guess."

"So you've turned a few tricks, right? I mean you hardly seemed surprised
to wake up with your shorts off awhile ago. I thought you might, but it
didn't seem to faze you in the least, and nothing since has seemed to
either."

"So tell me something, I asked, "I mean it DON'T bother me, but what if
it HAD? What if I'd been real upset, like I hadn't had anything like that
happen to me before, THEN what would you have done?"

"Well, in the first place, when I saw you weren't wearing underwear, THAT
was a fairly good sign you WOULDN'T mind too much. But HAD you, I simply
would've have given your clothes back and that would've been the end of
it. Unless of course you decided to go to the police with it. In that
case, it could have been a bit messy, but I simply felt it was worth the
risk, that's all. Please understand, I haven't played around with boys
your age in quite some time. But on the other hand, it's been quite some
time since I saw anyone your age with their thumb out. And as I said, you
bore an uncanny resemblance Neil, so I simply couldn't resist."

"Did you know I didn't have on any underwear when I got in?"

"Oh no, I had no idea, but then when you went to sleep, I quickly enough
found out. Which was quite a rush for an old degenerate. But guess what,
we're about to turn into my drive now."

His house was out in the country. And it turned out to be a trailer. (I'm
not sure why, but I was expecting a real nice place.) Anyway, once inside
he undressed me and gave me a nice bath. He washed me very thoroughly,
but as you might expect he paid particular attention to my doohickey. And
of course he finished with another very nice blow job. He's talented. So
right then I'd decided there were lots of other things we could do
together, but it could all wait till later as I was pretty sleepy. So he
carried me to bed, tucked me in and soon I was sound asleep. I ended up
sleeping twelve hours, and he never once bothered me, just took a bunch
of pictures. It seems he was rearranging my sheet a lot. Looking at the
shots in sequence later on was sort of like watching a strip tease. (And
he'd also rearranged my legs into quite a few interesting positions. So I
guess I was REALLY tired, because he never woke me up.)

Anyway, when I finally woke up I could hear him in the kitchen and I
could smell hot cakes, bacon and coffee, so I padded in and asked him,
"Hi! What's for breakfast?" He said I was a sight for sore eyes. Well, I
was still naked.

And so was he, although he was dressed up like Santa Claus. He looked
just LIKE him. Bushy white eyebrows, bushy white beard, (cotton of
course), big belly (padding) and of course the Santa suit complete with
black boots and belt. So after I ate my fill he asked me to climb up into
his lap and tell Santa what I wanted for Christmas. And he was feeling me
off again.

So I climbed down from his lap, unfastened his belt and pulled Santa's
pants down. Maybe he USED to be hairy, but old age had robbed him of most
of his secondary hair except for his bush. Which is what he explained to
me when I asked about it. Only his bush wasn't white, it was still black.
But he wasn't really all that big, probably around six inches.

He could still get it up, though. So I sucked him off. I think he was a
little surprised.

So there you have it. In a couple of days I sucked off both Elvis and
Santa Claus. And Santa did his elf a few more times as well, in fact, he
even fucked his elf. Two times he did it. First time was after he rimmed
me real good. Which was another first for me. But no, I didn't return the
favor. I think if it was somebody about my own age, I might give it a try
though. Because it sure did feel good. Really, I had no idea a person
could get his tongue IN that far. So anyway, the first time he took me
doggy style (not sure why, but I really LIKE that position), SECOND time
I was sitting in his lap. (So OK, I also liked bouncing up and down on
him. I'm learning a lot of new tricks.)

He took me to the bus station around nine that evening. I had $30, a new
backpack, a cool pair of jeans, three shirts and three additional pairs
of socks. But I told him I didn't need any underwear.

Oh, and my bus ticket wasn't all the way to Minneapolis, it was to
Jefferson City, MO. Because I wanted to thumb some more, so ANYway, I was
looking at a road map atlas at Sam's and I figured out where I needed to
start out from. See, from Jefferson City I just stay on U.S. 63 straight
up to Rochester,MN without having to go through any big cities. Plus 63
never merges with any Interstates. Thumbing on an Interstate is a good
way of getting picked up by the Highway Patrol or something.

It wasn't that hard changing my story, I just told Sam that all at once I
was feeling bad about how I was probably just killing my momma with
worry, so I'd tell him the truth about it, home was Jefferson City.
Whether he BELIEVED me or not, I don't know, but I don't guess it
matters. He didn't pry much into that. He could've easily enough, since
after all, if I was headed to Minneapolis from LA, then just how in the
HELL did I end up in Alabama? And in case YOU'RE wondering, well,
basically I just wanted to get the hell out of Mississippi and since when
I started thumbing I was headed AWAY from that home for wayward youth,
THAT'S how I ended up in Alabama. Which is almost as bad as Mississippi,
but not quite as bad.

And he also TRIED to talk me out of getting out on the road again. He
said if I kept it up, then most likely sooner rather than later I was
going to have to do things I didn't like. With men I didn't like. Some
who would try to make it hurt, because that's what turned them on. Maybe
worse than that even. Well, I know he meant well, and I am just a LITTLE
scared of the "worse than that", but it IS an adventure.

So stay tuned.


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