Date: Wed, 23 May 2007 10:28:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Meeting

It was sunny.

Travis pulled his jeans on over his bare body. His morning woody demanded
his attention but he denied it.

"perhaps later" he said to it and laughed.

More then once he stuffed food in his backpack and hiked away from the
farm, across the field of planted corn, through the patch of woods and
across a stranger's farmland.

It took at least an hour to get to his destination. From the hill, he
could see the nearby land being excavated. Soon, the bulldozers would be
closer and his special place would become part of whatever housing
development was reaching it's tentacles closer to where he lived.

Even his Grandfather mentioned the phone calls he got from the
developers. But his grandmother would mumble something and the matter
wasn't mentioned further.

He had tried hard, really hard. But his grades didn't glean scholarships
he had hoped for.

"Maybe if you played football or something" his grandfather said years
ago.

But Travis slight build, let alone less then totally coordinated
abilities prevented that possibility.

Graduation had come and gone and this summer was like the ones before.
He'd get up at 4 am and do his farm chores. Farmhands did most of the
really hard work since his grandfather's age prevented him from the type
of labor he did years ago when Travis' father was alive.

Travis helped where he could and it helped his body develop into the lean
defined shape he had. And he loved looking at himself in the full length
mirror as he satisfied his urgent need for release.

But even in the confines of his bedroom, he was limited to how hard he
could yank, how loud he could be and how many time he could do it. When
he was younger fascinated at exploring his body's needs, his grandmother
Bible quoting would castise him and his Grandfather's giving him more
chores. "You got to use your body for something useful" he'd say.

So the Sunday morning escapes became more then convenient, they were
necessary.

"If the boy don't want to go he don't have to" His Grandfather would say
when his grandmother demanded Travis go to church. Travis knew his
Grandfather didn't want to go either but, "she does better when she goes
and I go with her" he'd say pat Travis on his bluejean covered butt and
laugh. "I suspect you do better when you go wherever you go too"

"One of these days, you'll be goin for good we know" His Granddad said
more then once "and that's what you should do."

Travis shouldered his backpack that Sunday like many Sundays before
letting the straps hug his bare shoulders. He didn't bother saying
goodbye as the Grandparents who raised him got in their old Ford for the
ride to Church.

They went their separate ways.

The hill was overgrown with weeds and some tall kind of grass. Travis
would find a place he could mash the growth down and stretch out letting
the sun bake his bare skin. He removed his backpack, jeans and shoes.
There was nobody to watch him, nobody to listen and nobody to interfere.

Sometimes he'd nap, other times he'd daydream and all times he touched
his chest and nipples, sides and thighs, his warmed and relaxed fleshy
sac of testicles, and his curved hard penis.

Sometimes he'd play there enjoying the sensations it gave him and stop
just before his gut knotted harder. There was time, lots of time to enjoy
himself.

And when the time was right he's become near angry, cursing, panting,
begging, fingering himself while curled over the grasp of his hands and
wanting it to happen but not wanting it too soon.

When his body took over, his penis would burn with the hot streams that
spilled out of him. It felt like gallons of fluid instead of puddles, it
felt like barb wire instead of smooth flowing fuild and human egg
fertilizing organisms.

He's lay there panting hoping his body would be ready for another round.
Sometimes his body would subside and retain the desire, other times he
would doze and wake under the cooling skies and need to return home.

"Hey" the voice was quiet. Travis looked at the stranger. He was taller,
broader shouldered and had a recent beard growth.

He wore a straw hat, the kind farm hands wore. His jean jacked revealed a
black tee shirt. His jeans were worn but clean and his boots revealed
hard use but they too were clean.

"How'd you like it?" he said ignoring Travis silent response.

Travis looked up at the marquee of the town's theater. "uh yea ok I
guess, good for an evening escape you know" he said.

"alone?" the voice said. He held a hand rolled cigarette and then lit it.

"uh yea" Travis said accepting the offered cigarette. Nobody passed
around a regular cigarette he knew. Years of frustrated teenagers in high
school had taught him that. He inhaled and coughed a bit.

"don't do much huh?" the voice said "oh yea Dan" he didn't stick out his
hand but touched his hat.

"Travis, thanks. Don't get much since graduating" he handed back the
joint.

"Gotcha. Wanna go get a beer?" Dan asked.

"Uh sure not sure they'll serve me." Travis hated to admit he wasn't 21
yet.

"no prob, I'll get some and we can go somewhere, got a truck"

Travis rode in the Chevie pickup. He rarely talked to strangers. Most of
his friends from school years had long gone to vacations, colleges or to
wherever kids in this small farm town could escape to.

"Not too many places to go these days" Dan said "all my places seem to
get turned into houses"

"I know what you mean" Travis reflected on the view of the bulldozers
across the hill from his Sunday spot.

"Warehouses" Dan said outloud deciding their destination.

They sat on discarded boxes and equipment, guzzling the cans of Miller.
Travis had learned to drink beer at an early age like most kids in his
town.  But it still tasted bitter to him.

The joint helped.

"So tell me stuff" Dan had pulled off his jean jacket revealing his black
tee shirt had no sleeves. Even in the moonlight night, Travis could see
the boy's shoulders were big and round. His stomach twitched.

Travis realized his body seemed to react to guys bodies while his school
buddies talked about girl's breasts and legs. He knew what that might
mean but also knew one never talked about it to other guys.

Travis went through the summary of his life, no parents, killed in plane
crash, brought up by grandparents, work on a farm, went to high school,
graduated high school, wanted to study agriculture, no chance of college
now, maybe military future, etc.

"Sounds like me" Dan said in a slower voice. The silence between their
sentences said more then their words.

"So what do you do on Sunday, you don't work do ya? Church? " Dan asked
as he stood and stretched. His tee shirt rose out of his jeans and
revealed his flat stomach.

Travis had the urge to crawl over and touch him there. To unbutton his
jeans and bury his fingers in what he hoped was a thick patch of black
pubic hair, to slide his hand onto his egorged cock and let himself do
the things he had fantasized about doing.

"Hey kid" the older man said when Travis got into his truck. "It's simple
I'll take you the whole way but you gotta do something for me"

Travis was sweating in the sun that summer. He had gone to nearby
Salisbury to a friend's wedding and decided to hitchike back to save
money. Cars and trucks sped by not even slowing down.

The sun was making Travis regret his decision. He had already removed his
suit jacket. And he removed his sweat soaked white shirt next leaving him
bare chested. It felt better.  And shortly afterwards a truck slowed.

"That would be great, what ?" Travis said settling in place and looked
over.

The man's cock was sticking up between him and the steering wheel.

"Take care of his" the man said.

Travis reacted at first wondering is he should jump out of the truck
while it was still moving.

"Come on over here, use your hand a little" the man wasn't threatening.

Travis hesitantly moved closer and reached out. After all, he thought, he
had jacked his own cock often enough.

The man's cock felt strange in his hand. Travis' own cock had hardened.

As if knowing what was going on in his pants the man told him "take yours
out too, you can whack two at once can't you?"

Travis unzipped his pants and pulled his erection out of his underwear.
He got in a rhythm rubbing the man's cock and his own.

"Oh yea that's good" the man said as he drove. "take your time, we got a
ways to go"

The wedding had been for Sylvia. She got pregnant in senior year and had
the kid. But she braved the community gossip and continued in school. And
finally the guy asked her to marry him..or his parents let him, after
they graduated.

"Better let him go, I want him to see what happens when kids do it so
soon. Learn a lesson boy" His grandfather said giving him bus fair.

"Use your mouth" the man said. Travis wasn't quite sure what to do, he
pressed his lips agains the flesh.

"No boy, put your lips around it" Travis listened and did what he was
told. He learned how to suck cock that day and swallowed the sperm that
gagged him.

"You did good boy, anytime you need a ride give me a call" the man handed
him a business card. "Marc Collar, Hay and Feed supplies" it read.

Travis put his still hard cock in his own pants and got out of the truck.
He watched it drive off leaving his half clothed body standing in the
highway that led to a road to his home. Somehow that day changed his
life.

He was one of those homos, his thoughts sorted things out as he walked
home that day. There would be no pregnant girl friends, no too young
marriage, no life changing ceremony for him.

"Well boy did you learn anything?" his grandfather asked when he came
into the house. "You not gonna make the same mistake as your friend are
you?"

"no way" Travis said and he meant it.

"Sundays?" Travis responded to Dan. "I kind of go to a hill I know and
just mellow out a bit" he said. Then he explained where for some reason.

"Oh ya, near that new housing thing" Dan said.

"Yea" Travis inhaled the joint.

"Not too many places guys like us can go" Dan said as he put his jean
jacket on and stood closer, "I'll give you a ride home"

Travis stood "uh thanks"

They faced each other for what seemed like extended minutes. He wanted to
slide his hands under Dan's jacket and feel his rounded shoulders. He
thought about touching the older boy's crotch to see if he were as
excited as he was.

Dan threw an arm around Travis shoulders, "come on kiddo" he said smiling
and led him to the truck.

The ride was a short one as they talked about Dan's background.

"Outside St. Louis, came to work, not sure where he'll go next, maybe
military"

Travis wanted to reach across as he had with the hitchiker, hold Dan's
flesh in his hand and eventually bend over to kiss it, suck it, swallow
all Dan could provide.

"Here we are" Dan said "maybe we'll see each other again" he said putting
his hand on Travis thigh and squeezing.

"I uh hope so. Maybe movies next Saturday?" Travis

"Maybe, maybe sooner" Dan said.

That was only the night before. Travis was glad it wasn't too hot that
Sunday but sunny enough. He could count on spending most of the day on
the hill.

The bulldozers were parked at what seemed like an even closer distance
than the week before. A few cars were driving around the still dirt
roadways between the wooden skeletons that would become houses all too
soon.

Standing naked in the tall brush Travis absent mindedly held his balls
and pet his thickening penis as he stared and wondered, "how soon would
his hill be gone, how many Sundays did he have left, where would I be
able to go then?"

He matted the grass and lay in the sun. It didn't bake him as fast that
Sunday as on hotter days. It was August and except for Indian summer, the
high sun would soon becoming one that shown over harvest and then melted
the snow.

Travis tried to ignore his thoughts of future decisions and destinations.

"Hey, you here?" The voice was Dan's.

Travis jumped up forgetting he was totally naked.

Dan, shirtless and wearing jeans hung low on his hips stood nearby.

"Hey. Knew you were there, just didn't want to scare you" he said.

"uh, hey.  I ... uh" Travis looked around not knowing if he should reach
for his clothes, over himself. His cock was rock hard too.

"Hey relax, I'm here to get sun too" Dan said pulling his jeans open
revealing he wore no underwear.  He moved close and pulled them down over
his hips. His cock dangled freely.

Travis stared.

"You're looking hot this morning" Dan said reaching out and touching the
tip of Travis cock. Travis held back from jumping. His body shivered
feeling Dan's fingers.

"You too" Travis said.

"You got enough for both of us?" Dan asked.

Travis, not sure what he meant, "uh ?"

"Food. I brought some beer but no food" Dan said holding up a bag with
hiis shirt.

"Oh yea munchies, sandwich, stuff" Travis said.

Dan put his jeans and shirt on the ground and lay down. Travis returned
to the grass next to him.

"This is going to be a good day" Dan said and smiled. Travis didn't know
how to respond.

Dan bent over and put his mouth on Travis erection.

"Wooo" Travis reacted.

"You ok?" Dan said

"Uh god yea, just not used to...." Travis voice trailed off.

"That's ok, we've got all day, lay back" Dan licked and sucked. Travis
did as he was told and closed his eyes feeling his body quivering in
response to each sensation Dan was giving him.

"Go ahead and cum, it'll make the second and third time better" Dan said
returning to letting Travis cock reach further in his throat and moving
his toungue.

Travis had no option but to let his body do what it wanted. He convulsed
and felt the fluid rush from his balls mix with the fluid in his prostate
and flow out the length of his cock.

He opened his eyes and saw Dan's adam apple move as he swallowed each
stream.

"Shit" Dan said "you had a lot"

"sorry" Travis said.

"No man that was great" Dan moved next to Travis "only one penalty you
have to pay"

Travis assumed that meant he was supposed to suck the boy's now hard
cock.

"No, not yet" Dan stopped Travis from getting up by pressing his cum
soaked lips against his.

Their heads remained pressed together while their tongues invaged and
explored each other. Dan moved his naked body closer and his hands slid
over Travis.

"God" Travis said when their lips parted.

"What?" Dan said

"This is going to be a great day"

"Good" Dan said as he lowered his head to Travis chest.

Travis touched it, feeling the pulse in his skid, the short bristled
haircut, the strong neck muscles and his shoulder..big round muscled
shoulder.

"Look at you" Dan said.

Travis knew what he meant. He could feel his spent cock harden again.

"You like to fuck or get fucked?" Dan asked.

"Both, all of it" Travis kissed Dan's head. "Teach me everything" he slid
his hand over Dan's bare back.

"We got all day" Dan said

"Maybe longer" Travis said