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The Itch by A.Larkin 2017 all rights reserved.


All of the usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of complete fiction. None of the characters exist in reality.

Of course there is enough to satisfy all you ignominious wankers but there is also a story here. It didn't start out this way but it became a coming of age story. This story is consists of 5 possibly 6 parts.

Comments are appreciated using the e-mail above.


This will complete the “Itch”.

Please comment. Was the story good or bad? Which character did you like and was it believable?

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The Itch


Part 5


Tucumcari, New Mexico


As the bus got closer to Tucumcari Kevin asked, “Who lives with you.”

“I live alone. I threw all those crazy faggots out because they were using crystal. Don't ever do that shit, it makes you crazy and mean.”

Kevin figured that it was good advice.

Juana went on. “I got a house all to myself and I made it all pretty and livable.”

When they got off the bus what Kevin saw was different. Everything was wind blown, sandy and dry from the desert that surrounded them. Many of the houses were boarded up or empty and abandoned.

“What happened to this place?”

“Well when route 40 came along it replaced route 66 and the whole town just died. But I like it here and my house is free.”

The outside of Juana's house looked dead and abandoned. There was no grass in the front yard, just sandy dust but the inside was clean, and comfortable. Juana had hung colorful fabrics on the walls and just like Kevin's room at home, there were Christmas light strung around. The bed was in the center of the living room and it was covered with quilts.

“Come on, get comfortable.” Kevin lay on the bed and Jauna tended to him. Kneeling down, he pulled off Kevin's old gym shoes and then his socks. Holding on to one foot, Juana began to lick it. Kevin tried to pull it away because he was too ticklish.

“Relax. Let me do it. I'll start slow and let you get use to it. He licked in between each of Kevin's toes. “How's that, you like it?”

“Well its given me a massive hard-on if that's what you mean.”

“That's the idea, plus I have a thing for dirty feet. Slide your pants down and I'll take em off.”

Juana reached for the other foot. Eventually Kevin was naked and Juana was licking his balls.

He gave Juana a guilty grimace. “I haven't had a shower since I left Ohio.”

“Kevin, if I cared, I'd have already have put you in the shower but I like you like this, just fine.”

Holding one of his arms up Juana licked his arm pit and then pushing one leg up he parted Kevin's ass and began licking all around his hairless hole. Juana showed Kevin his long tongue. “Guess where this is going?”

He pulled his leg up higher granting Juana even more access. His tongue could actually go in and out of Kevin's hole while he was jerking-off. It was too much to stave off, He came very hard. He hugged Kevin and helped him mop up his cum.

I liked that, when you were cumming your butt hole was squeezing my tongue so hard. Ooooo, Kevin, there's nothing like it in the world. I can cum just thinking about it.”

He comically rolled his eyes and extended his tongue. “Kevin, Has anyone ever licked your ass before?”

He said, “Just that guy George I told you about.”

Juana frowned. He was disappointed that he wasn't the first to get his tongue up there.

They sat and talked and Juana fixed some food. After dinner they talked more and Juana brought out a very fat joint to smoke. Maybe Juana was used to it but Kevin got higher than he had ever been in his life. He was aware of himself and Juana but he couldn't seem to put words together.

Juana put his arm around Kevin and said. “Don't worry, when you are with me, I'll take care of you I won't let anything bad happen to you.”

Juana got up and slowly got undressed making it into a performance. His body was slim and graceful.

I am not like the short fat Mexicanos from Tijuana. They are all ugly and not beautiful like me.”

He licked a finger and touching his ass, he made a hissing sound denoting a hot ass.

Juana tossed his pants away and opened his shirt and let it drop.

I have noble Maya blood. My ancestors are from the Yucatan. Our civilization was great because we were astronauts from another planet!”

Juana looked expectantly at the ceiling.

He slid down his red underpants and revealed a long uncut cock. He lifted it in his hand and it began to rise on its own. Kevin was out of it, but not so that he didn't see Juana's big Maya cock.

Come to me boy, It's your turn to be used.”

Kevin started sucking Juana's cock and licking his big balls.

Don't be shy, I'm not like you, I take a shower every day. You can lick my ass but you don't have a tongue like mine and anyway, it's your turn to get fucked.”

Juana's cock wasn't the biggest cock in the world but it sure looked like the longest. Once it got stiff, it stayed stiff and it curved tightly upward. Even when he was completely hard, his foreskin still formed a fleshy point on the end that kept his cock head moist, scented and slippery. Like his tongue, it was long and was going to go up Kevin's ass.

“I'll just use lots of spit. If there's not enough, I'll pull it out and we can add more. I just don't like all those greasy lotions. I don't like how they taste.”

Juana was right. The penetration was way deeper than anything Kevin had felt before. It went on and on and then Juana turned Kevin over so that they would see each other and kiss. After more than an hour, Juana picked up speed and brought it to a chaotic conclusion that resulted in a duel orgasm.

Juana's cell phone rang. He went in the other room to talk. Kevin was cross-eyed and in ruins. The call went on for some time and when Juana returned, he said, “I'm running you a bath.”

Kevin stepped into the hot water and slowly sat down. Juana was prepared with sponges and liquid soap. He started washing Kevin's back. “How are you doing? Some fuck huh? You are so yummy, yummy!”

He washed Kevin's face and hair. He was attentive but still speechless from the effects of the marijuana.

Don't you wish we could stay cute for ever? Well I mean you because I'm pushing 30.”

He cried out dramatically. “Kevin, help me! I'm over the hill!”

They both laughed.

Stand up so I can wash your dick.”

He stroked him, soaped up his balls and his ass. It was no surprise when he began to get hard again.

He slowly and carefully began to stroke the boy's cock until it was rigid. “Kevin don't cum, I want you to save it for later. If you're beginning to cum tell me and I'll stop.

Kevin had never had this much sex in his life. Juana would stroke him and when he let go, Kevin's cock would throb up and down on the verge. “Don't cum, try not to cum.”

It was difficult to say who was more insatiable. Kevin still stupefied, got out the bath. Juana dried him with towels. He whispered into his ear. “You are so beautiful. Please stay with me and I'll take good care of you.”

Juana put the naked Kevin into bed where he immediately fell asleep.


Author's note. It is only individual privacy that may require censorship especially at the individual's request but the truth is that most men and to a lesser extent, women, enjoy hearing about or witnessing sexual activity to the point of it being a pleasurable pastime. The characters depicted here may seem over the top but they aren't. In spite of the current popularity of gay marriage, homosexual males are not always tied to one partner or do they take every encounter as a serious relationship and anonymous encounters are common place. My point is that at a particular age, many people can be very promiscuous and what is written above is a realistic example.


The next day was just as intense. From the morning to mid-day and on into the night, but the third day it began to get old. They both decided that it was time for him to get on the morning bus.

I'm so glad that I talked you into coming home with me, we had fun, right?”

Juana was preparing sandwiches for Kevin to take with him. “You know, you never know when you're gonna get hungry.”

They were hurrying because the bus would go by just before 11am and Kevin was anxious to get on his way. However, if he missed the bus one more day in bed wouldn't hurt.

All's I got is two cans of soda. Is that ok?”

Sure” Kevin didn't expect such a gracious send off.

Juana hid a paper in Kevin's backpack with his address and phone number.

He started to hug Kevin when he noticed that Juana was beginning to cry. “I'm sorry, I'm such a faggot. The only thing I can't give you is some money but if I had it I would.”

That's ok, I still have some.”

The fire between them was still hot because when they embraced Kevin was hard again.

Smiling, Juana said, “Ya think we have time for me to give you a quicki blow-job?”



The Trip to L.A.


It took another day and a half to get to the California border. The bus was scheduled to arrive in Los Angeles at noon. To say that Kevin was excited was an understatement.

Out front he asked a passer-by. “How do I get to Venice?”

You just take the bus to West LA and then to Santa Monica. You can walk to Venice from there or catch another bus.”

He was wide eyed. He had never seen a palm trees before and weather was beautiful and brilliant. It took awhile to get to Venice and when he did his heart began to pound in anticipation. He wanted to see George but it was way beyond a sexual thing. It was the completion of his own personal odyssey and in real terms, it was a “coming of age” event.

He arrived at 25th street and the number would place George's apartment a block from the beach. Kevin climbed the stairs to apt #7. His stomach was full of butterflies. He rang the bell and waited. Would George be excited to see him? Would George let him stay here in California?

The door opened. “Yes, can I help you?”

It was an old man with white hair.

For a short moment they both looked at each other. “Is George here?”

No, no George lives here.”

Kevin hadn't expected anything like this. “Do you know where he is?”

I don't know any George. I've lived here for 10 years and I'm retired. I don't know any George.“

The man slowly closed his door leaving a stunned Kevin standing there not knowing where to turn.

Kevin sat at the foot of the stairs feeling that his whole world had suddenly collapsed. He had no idea what to do next. Feeling completely empty inside, he started to cry. He was a pathetic sight.

The door to the apartment opened and the old man came part way out. “What's happened?”

In an emotional flood, Kevin let it all out. “I came all the way from Ohio to live with my friend George and he's nowhere. The address he gave me is fake!”

The old man appeared to be sympathetic. “You don't look nearly old enough to be on your own.”

Kevin continued to sob.

When was the last time you had something to eat?”

Without looking up he mumbled, “I don't know.”

He helped Kevin to his feet. “I've just made my afternoon meal and if you come in for a bit, you might tell me all about it.”

Still in despair, Kevin sat in front of a plate of meat loaf.

How long have you known this George person?”

Kevin still mumbling, “Just a little while.”

So you've known him just a little while and you came all the way across the country to find him?”

How old is this guy?”

I don't know? He's old, not like old like you old, but not a teenager.”

The man gave a good-natured laugh. “You're right about me, I am old. What is your name?”

I'm Kevin.”

Well you can call me Bert. You know Kevin, when someone gives out a fake address it is usually because they are running from the law or bill collectors or maybe an ex-wife. Maybe this wasn't the best person for you to be involved with?”

Kevin hesitated to tell the man the real reason he had pursued a man he hardly knew all the way across the country.

He figured that very few people would understand what obsession drove him to try and find George. “He wouldn't tell me his name and he didn't want to know mine name either. I only got to know his name from the lady that had his forwarding address.”

Well Kevin, from the sound of that maybe you are lucky you didn't find him. People that have your best interest in mind don't behave like that.”

How long have you've been on the road?”

A little longer than a week.”

You think it is time to get back?”

Probably.”

For a short moment he thought about finding his way back to New Mexico to see Jauna in Tucumcari. He thought that he really might like living with him but things at home hadn't really been all that bad.”

I could get you on a plane home. Do you want me to see what I can do?”

Kevin looked up at the man, slightly confused.

Kevin, I'm an old man with nothing to spend my money on. Let me call and see if I can get you a flight. Unfortunately without support the only thing here for you is the street.

Bert put Kevin on a flight to Minneapolis connecting to Dayton. From there he got the bus home.


God damn you, you little shit we've all been worried to death over you!”

Kevin looked a little self satisfied. “I thought I was a pain in the ass.”

Don't be a smart ass! I had the police out looking for you and we did everything except drag the God damn river! The police got involved and now they'll want to know everything so you better fess-up!”

His mother picked up the phone. “He's home, no, he's alright. Yeah, we'll be here.”

The cops are sending over an officer. It didn't take long. There were two of them, a man and a woman. The woman officer asked to take Kevin into a room where they could talk.

Well Kevin, You've had quite an adventure. A lot of people have been very worried. Why don't you tell me about it? Where did you go?”

California.”

Why? Did you have troubles with your home life?”

I don't know, I just wanted to go to California.”

Kevin, we have some information that someone asked you to go to California. Maybe you could tell me about it.”

Kevin shrugged his shoulders. “No, I just wanted to go.”

How did you get there?”

By bus.”

Kevin, who asked you to go to California?”

No one. I just wanted to go.”

So you didn't go to see anyone in particular. Kevin, we need to know who you met with and stayed with in California. Please help us because it is important.”

I was on the bus and then I stayed with the street people.”

Kevin, can you provide us with any names and addresses?”

No.”

Why can't you?”

They don't have no addresses.”

Now did this person you stayed with try to molest you or touch you inappropriately?”

What person?”

The person you stayed with?”

There wasn't no person.”

Kevin it is really important for you to tell us because someone like that must be stopped before they try to hurt anyone else.”

No, there wasn't nobody.”

Now Kevin, after 10 days you can't tell us anything? Do you know that lying to a police officer is a crime?”

He shrugged his shoulders again.

Kevin if I find out that you have been lying to us you are going to be in very serious trouble!”

The woman officer was visibly angry as if she had failed in her effort to get at the truth. She left with the other officer in a snarling huff.

How Kevin knew that even the smallest confession would be a Pandora's Box is anybody's guess but he was proud of the fact that he kept quiet about his adventure. His mother was just as implacable as always but something was different.

Kevin there's a frozen pizza in the oven for you. Watch the clock. It 'll be ready in 10 minutes.”

With that she retreated back into the house. She didn't seem to have any interest in what he had been doing for the last 10 days. Kevin imagined himself already beyond her reach. He was different somehow.


As soon as the word got out, Clayton came running as fast as he could. He jumped into Kevin's arms hugging him hard.

I was so scared for you. I was afraid that I'd never see you again. Why didn't you tell me. Kevin, I love you more than anyone!”

They kissed, ate the frozen pizza and then began to take each others clothes off. Clayton had missed Kevin. He called home to asked if he could stay overnight with Kevin. Clayton's mother had no idea that his older brother was using Clayton for sex, consequently she had no idea that Kevin had been fucking him too. All she knew was that her boy was frantic when Kevin disappeared.

By the light of the hippy candle, Clayton pulled out a piece of paper and showed it to Kevin. It was a crude pencil drawing of someone who was suppose to look like Kevin but didn't. Under Clayton's drawing it said, “Kevin is missing! If anyone has seen Kevin please call me (Clayton's phone #).”

Clayton had sort of a guilty look on his face. “I know it was stupid but I made copies and put them up all over town.”

Clayton was so happy to have Kevin back and the two lay together and cuddled. In the midst of this reunion Kevin felt different somehow. He felt mature at least more mature than he was before he took up his quest to find the mysterious George.

After having sex they slept in each others arms. All was right in Kevin's and Clayton's world.


In the middle of the night there was a loud thump and the door opened. Kevin sat up.

Hey Kevin, I heard you was back.”

It was Ricky. Kevin lit the hippy candle. Ricky took off all his clothes and climbed onto a bed that was barely big enough to hold the 3 of them. Ricky was the biggest, then came Kevin and Clayton was the smallest.

So, I broke up with Chiffon. She's just like all the others. Where do these cunts come off like they're fuckin princesses?”

Kevin and Clayton had heard all of Ricky's girl problems before and they couldn't help but laugh.

He looked at Kevin. “So you can probably guess why I'm here. Clayton won't mind if I give your behind a little working over?”

Apparently it had been no secret to Clayton because he was smiling. Ricky rudely mounted Kevin and Kevin lifted Clayton's legs and began probing the boy's hole with his tongue.

This may have been the first time all three would be together but it would not be the last.


The End


An epilogue to follow, eventually.



This will complete the “Itch”.

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