Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 08:29:58 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Across the Alley part 30

Across the Alley XXX


	I worked the dirty boulevard for a week, husbanding every dollar for our
trip.  I spent only enough to buy dope for Michael to keep him from getting
sick.  I also cut his fix gradually until by the end of the week, he was
getting about half of what he was used to getting.  His body noticed the
difference, but all he could see was the cooking of the fix, and the
injection.  His immediate response to being injected, was the same as when
he was taking a full hit of the shit.  I kept it hidden from him when I was
out so he wouldn't find it and shoot up the whole stash of junk at once.
This process, had made him grumpy and withdrawn, but he stuck it out with
me.
	Steve and Sally finally gave up trying to interest tricks in a three way
with the two of them, and had started making a little money every night.
Sally needed the apartment to take her johns to, so Steve hooked up with
tricks and usually did them in their cars, or was taken to a local motel for
sex.  After a week, they had gathered a thousand dollars between them, and I
figured it would only get better.  I was getting anxious to get on the road.
  I liked Hollywood, and the money was easy, but I knew if I didn't get
Michael out of town soon, he'd get pulled back into the drugs as soon as he
felt well enough to start hustling again.
	I told Steve and Sally that we would be leaving on Saturday.  My thoughts
were we'd take a bus East, but I was worried that Michael would get sick in
front of people on the bus and tried to figure out what alternatives we had.
  We talked about it a time or two, and were drawing blanks for solutions.
I was walking the street on the last Friday night, and noticed a car parked
on the corner with a sign in the window that it was for sale by the owner
for five hundred dollars, and a telephone number to call.  When I got back
to the apartment, and Michael and I were winding down for the night, I
happened to mention that it would be nice if we could drive to New York, but
that I didn't know how to drive.
	"Well, shit," Michael said.  "I can drive.  I learned when I was a kid from
a neighbor man who taught me in exchange for blow jobs."
	"Let's go see the car in the morning to see if it would get us to New
York."
	"Deal," he said.  Neither of us got much sleep that night.  The excitement
of the trip and the possibility of buying a car to drive East in style.  But
all those thoughts and anxieties, didn't stop us from making it with each
other.  There was something about Michael that just turned me on.  I found
it hard to keep my hands off him, and from his reaction, he must have felt
something similar, because, he seemed to spend hours making my body sing
with his tongue, teaching me things about my erogenous zones that I never
knew existed.  His mouth became my favorite erotic toy, and I loved feeling
him play with me using it.  I also grew to love his fat cock sliding into me
again and again.  He said he loved to fuck me, because it felt like he was
totally with me, and nothing stood between us when we made love.
	As morning arrived with the first tentative bird calls, we both drifted in
and out of sleep.  I heard the Mexican gardener singing softly as he went
about doing what ever he did.  We laid in bed half asleep, and held each
other close while we drowsed.  I heard Sally in the bathroom brushing her
teeth, and decided to get up.
	We had gotten so used to each other, that I didn't think twice about going
into the Bathroom with her still nude, and had my morning piss.  She brushed
away while I pissed, then reminded me to put the lid sown before she walked
out to through their bedroom and slipped into her robe to cover her
nakedness.  She had a slim tight body, with firm breasts, and I suppose if
any girl could cause my bone to get hard, Sally would have been it.  I
watched her limply as she made her way to the kitchen.  Steve was already
out in the yard picking oranges.
	"Get up sleepyhead," I shook Michael lightly.  "Todays the big day.  We
need to go see about that car."  He opened his eyes, and grinned at me.  His
purple bruises had shaded off into muddy yellows and grays.  In a day or two
the evidence of his beating would have vanished like Hollywood in our
rearview mirror.  While he headed to the toilet, I pulled on my pants, and
went to the kitchen.  Sally was just putting the coffee on to perk, and
Steve was slicing oranges.  I got the squeezer out and started working on
juicing them.
	Sally pulled some eggs and bacon out of the fridge, and started frying
breakfast.  By the time Michael wandered into the room, she had the table
set and was pouring coffee into the mugs.  I poured orange juice into four
glasses, and set them around in their places, and started handing Sally one
plate at a time so she could put four thick slices of bacon and a big
spoonful of scrambled eggs on each plate.  The toaster was on the table with
a loaf of bread, and we each made our own as we wanted it.
	The talk around the table was about how nice the weather had been of late,
and how wonderful the blooming oranges and lemons smelled in the yard.
Sally had never seen anything like the citrus trees before, and had
developed a deep love of the fresh fruit off the trees in winter.  She had
found a tree in a neighboring apartment complex that had large green scaly
pear shaped fruit growing on it, and had pulled a few off.  The Mexican
Gardener had told her they were very good, but had to be soft.  They sat in
a row on the counter, and when she felt them with her fingers, she
discovered that one felt like it might be ripe.
	When she sliced into the fruit, she was shocked that the interior was just
as green as the skin.  There was a large egg shaped seed in the center, and
the soft flesh of the fruit had a musk like odor.  She took a thin slice
with the knife, and offered it to me.  I took a bite, and made a face.  I
expected a fruit like sweetness, but the flat buttery taste threw me.
	"Well, it tastes like an old sock."  I spit the fruit out into my hand.
	"The gardener thinks it's something special."  Sally cut another slice and
passed it across the table to Steve.  He looked at it carefully before
laying it down on the side of his plate.  Michael laughed.
	"That's an Alligator pear.  Some people call them Avocados.  You can eat
them that way, but the Mexicans eat them chopped up with onions and chili
peppers and lime juice.  They taste pretty good with corn tortillas fried
until they get hard.  They call it Guakasomething."
	"Well," Sally said.  "We never had nothin' like that back home.  I'll have
to get some chili peppers and try that Guaka stuff.  Where can I get the
peppers and those tortillas?"
	"There's a Mexican market down on Beverly Boulevard at Normandy."  Michael
picked up half of the pear Sally had put on the table, and sprinkled it with
salt and a little pepper.  He scooped out a spoonful and ate it with relish.
  "I love `em."
	After the breakfast dishes were washed, we all got dressed, and walked over
to the corner and used the pay phone to call the telephone number on the
sign in the car.  The woman who was selling it agreed to meet us at the car
in a few minutes, so we hiked down to where it was parked and waited for the
woman to arrive.  A little while later, a large black woman came toddling
down the street, and as she got closer, her smile spread wider across her
face.
	"Hi," she said.  "I'm Alice.  You the ones wanta buy my car?"
	"I do," I stepped out in front.
	"Honey you don't look old enough to drive that thank away."
	"I ain't.  But he is."  I pointed at Michael.  "He knows how to drive, and
he's old enough."
	"Do he have a driver's license?"  She looked Michael up and down with wise
eyes.
	"No I don't yet, but I'll get one.  You need a car to drive to get a
license.  Does this ol' thang run?"
	"Honey it run like a rabbit, jus don't stop too good is all."  She
chuckled.  "Needs some brakes on it."
	"How bad are they?"
	"Well, you gotta pumpem up real good ever time you need to stop.  If you
jus put the peddle to the floor, ain't nothin' gonna happen."
	"Can we drive it around a little?"  She looked at the bunch of us standing
there expectantly.
	"Ain't none of you gots a license is they?  Sheeit.  I guess I gots to get
in and drive you `round if you gonna buy it off me."  She unlocked the door,
and slid in behind the wheel and unlocked the passenger door.  Sally, Steve,
and I climbed into the back seat, and Michael slid in next to Alice so he
could watch what she did with the brakes.  Alice fired up the engine, and
popped the clutch and caused the car to backfire a time or two.
	"This a good ol' car.  Get you any where you want to go."  She looked over
her shoulder, and when the traffic allowed, she pulled into the street.  She
drove West on the Boulevard for a few blocks, and than turned right and went
up to Sunset.  At sunset, we caught a stop light, and while the car stopped
with her pumping her foot like a banjo player, once we were stopped on the
slight hill, the car began to ease backward.  Her pumping didn't seem to be
doing the trick, so she gunned the motor, and kept it racing until the light
changed.  She headed back toward the street where she lived, and stopped the
car in front of her apartment house.  She carefully angled the tires into
the curb, and killed the engine.
	"There," she wheezed.  "You gonna buy my car?"
	"I'll give you four hundred for it in cash right now."  She looked over the
seat back at me, and held out her hand.  I counted the money out laying each
bill atop the last in her palm.  When I reached the agreed upon sum, she
smiled, and patted my cheek, and climbed out with a heaving chest trying to
get her breath.
	"It's a better flat land car than it is drivin' these hills."  She grinned
back in through the open window.  Michael had slipped behind the wheel, and
started the engine.
	"Jus a minit boy,"  she started feeling around her ample bosom and then
extracted a piece of yellow paper.  "This the title.  You don't got one of
these, the police stop you, they might think it be stolen or somethin'.  She
took out a pencil and licked the tip.  "Now who de new owner."  I had her
put Michael's name on the paper, and when she had signed it over to him, she
slapped the roof, and told us to have fun and remember to pump it hard if we
planned on stopping.  She turned and waddled off up the street.
	Michael drove us around for a while, until he and I decided it was time to
get our stuff together and hit the road.  At the apartment, it just took us
a few minutes to pack our few things and load them into the car.  Steve and
Sally stood on the sidewalk waving as we drove off toward our new destiny.
I waved from the passenger side until we turned the corner and couldn't see
them anymore.  I felt a pang of sadness, but I knew things would get better
for Michael and me.  We had New York to look forward to now, but we had to
get there.
	Of course, neither of us knew how to get to the highway that would take us
out of town.  We pulled into a Richfield gas station, and filled up the tank
with gas and checked the oil and water.  It was a quart low on both and we
filled them as well.  The young attendant, washed our windshield and tried
to tell us how to get to route 66 which would eventually take us out of
town.  He didn't know the names of the streets, but by carefully noting his
directions we found ourselves back on Sunset Boulevard headed East.  We
laughed when we saw that it was the highway to our escape and we'd have
never known.
	The desert to the East was all ready hot, and we had to stop to buy
something to carry with us to drink.  The little service station in a place
called San Bernardino, sold us a canvas bag which we were told to fill up
and hang on the front of the car so the air rushing around it would make it
cool to drink, and if the car over heated we could use the water to replace
what boiled out.  Neither of us had any idea what he was talking about, but
followed his instructions anyway.  He topped our oil and water off, and
filled the gas tank and sold us a five gallon can full of gas which he
insisted we would need to cross the desert to the next place we could buy
gas.  The whole deal cost us four dollars and some change.
	The high desert smelled clean and wonderful after the thick air of Los
Angeles.  We took our time, and often pulled off the road to explore the
side roads.  Most of them led to outlying ranches, but occasionally, they
led to some beautiful canyon or oasis in the desert.  One of these roads,
appeared late in the afternoon, and we decided to take it to maybe find a
place to park for the night.  We had some fruit to eat, but figured we could
sleep in the car to save money.  The oasis we pulled up to at the end of the
road, sat in a basin at the entrance to a beautiful little canyon.  A stream
of clear cool water splashed down the incline of the canyon, and leveled for
a brief run across the bedrock before dropping in a fall for about fifteen
feet into a clear deep pool.
	Get two boys hat and tired, and give them a clear deep pool of water, and
you get skinny dipping.  We set rocks behind the tires to keep the car from
rolling, and stripped off as quickly as we could and plunged in.  The water
was cold on our hot skin but after a few minutes, our bodies got used to it,
and we swam and played invigorated and stimulated in every way.
	Afterward, we laid on a flat rock above the pond, letting the waning sun to
dry our skin and hair.  We lay there, eating bananas, and watching birds
come into the water to drink their last water for the day.  Later, as the
sun was finally slipping below the lip of the rising mountain, a herd of
deer appeared out of the canyon, and began browsing on a field of rich grass
across the pool of water.  They seemed to be aware of us, and occasionally
stood chewing their food and watching us intently for a few minutes before
returning to their grazing.
	Michael, rolled over and looked at me laying beside him, and put his hand
on my naked stomach.  He rubbed my skin lightly, and then leaned over to
kiss me.  I opened my mouth, and accepted his tongue.  That always made me
begin to get hard.  He rolled over onto me, and I could feel he was getting
hard as well.  We tussled and kissed for a while until both of us had raging
hard-ons, and were anxious to experience each other in deeper more
satisfying ways.
	"Let's get in the back seat of the car."  Michael stood up and pulled me to
my feet.  His hard-on waving in front of his as he led me by my cock gripped
in his hand to the car.  We climbed in the back seat, and he immediately
swallowed my cock to the pubes.  He sucked me slowly and lovingly while I
lay back across the seat and raised up on my elbows and watched him work.
He occasionally looked up to see what effect his love making was having on
me.  I put a hand in his damp hair, and rubbed his head while he sucked.
	After he had me on the brink a time or two, and had pulled off to keep me
from coming, he got up and told me he wanted me inside him.  Leaning over
the trunk of the car, I used spit to lube him up, and entered him slowly and
completely.  He grunted as my balls slapped against his, and I began to slow
fuck him.  He told me he wanted me to fuck him forever.  I laughed and said
I didn't think I'd last that long in his tight ass.  We humped and screwed
for several minutes, pausing several times to slow the climax, and when he
began to grunt and moan under my thrusts, I knew he wasn't going to be able
to hold off once more, and so I speeded my thrusts, and joined him as he
tightened his sphincter on my shaft, and began painting the trunk of the car
white.  I flooded his channel with my own paint, and we lay there spooned
like that, still connected, until my cock softened and slipped from his ass
with a plop.
	We walked back down to the pool, and cleaned up again.  After dressing, we
ate another banana, and watched the last of the light fade out of the sky
and the stars begin to appear in their millions.  We heard the deer suddenly
bolt off across the desert, and waited quietly watching for what had
frightened them.  After a moment, without seeing it come to the water, a
large mountain lion was suddenly lapping water noisily at the edge not far
from where we sat.  The big cat finished his drink, and looked directly at
us his bright eyes collecting the dimming light and reflecting it back.  We
held our breath, and finally the cat sauntered off toward the canyon, and as
it had come, disappeared as if by magic right in front of our straining
eyes.
	"We better go somewhere else to sleep tonight," Michael said.  "He might
come back."  We made our way back to the car in the starlight, and drove out
of the oasis by half a mile, and parked again.  We climbed into the back
seat, and entwined ourselves together, and after a long kiss, we drifted off
to sleep.
	The light in my eyes, was bright and blinding.  I sat up, pushing Michael
off me, and waking him up at the same time.  I held a hand up trying
unsuccessfully to see who was holding the flashlight in my eyes.
	"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"  The voice out of the dark behind
the blinding light, was deep and masculine.  Michael sat up quickly, and
tried to shade his eyes.
	"You think we got us a couple a queers Forny?"  The voice hooked up an
octave at the end.
	"Shore looks like it if you ast me."  The second voice was less masculine,
but no less mysterious behind the light.
	"Come on out a that car boys, and don't do nuthin' rash.  We're cops."  My
heart sank.  I didn't like the way this was playing out.
	"Shit," I muttered under my breath, and piled out of the car with my hands
up to show I wasn't armed.  Michael was right behind me, and I knew he was
worried about the stash of his drug under the front seat.

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