From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Highways
Date: 21 Jun 1998 00:00:00 GMT

It was a beautiful day...finally! The rain had seemed to stop, the flooding in
nearby states was subsiding. Even the news stories of Tornados and other
destructive weather was beginning to lessen.
He was a part of it. On dismal days, he felt sluggish, on brisk cold days he
was frisky and on days like this..sun, heat, slight breeze, low humidity he
felt like an extension of the world around him.
It would be a long walk. But he didn't mind. He had walked it before and found
the solace of the highway as much a sanctuary for his thoughts as any church.
The occasional rabbit that hopped across the asphalt, the birds that chirped
as they landed on telephone wires above and the far off sight of an
approaching vechicle were minor distractions.
As he walked the years of the past were relived in his thoughts. The time he
got stung by a jelly fish as a little kid, the time his entire family chased
him through the house and into the yards of the neighbors...trying to get him
to put his clothes on....the time he and his two cousins bathed together and
were caught playing with each others boydicks....the time his step father
climbed in bed with him and introduced him to man sex....the wonderful night
he shared that knowledge with his best friend during an overnight camping
trip..and the time on this same highway when a truck slowed to a halt.
The far off sight of an approaching car encouraged him to expand on that
memory. The driver offered him a ride and he had declined. The driver offered
him twenty dollars and didn't explain what it was for. His bare shoulder shrug
as he got into the truck, truthfully not knowing what the driver wanted.
And the sight of the truck drivers long, curved and hard erection.
His hand reached around it and he masturbated the man...then gave the man a
blowjob until he choked on the streams of cum being shot into his throat.
The man wanted to see him naked and he pulled off his shorts....so the man
could look and jack himself off a second time.
He felt weird as they drove off, frightened the man wouldn't let him out of
the truck, yet confused by the man's friendly talk. As the truck pulled to a
stop, he felt confused again. He wanted something more, he knew not what. And
he felt sad as he stood on the curb waving goodbye with one hand and feeling
the twenty dollar bill in his other hand.
The car slowed and the driver waved and smiled before passing him. It was Mr.
Archer, the store owner. A small store established years before he was born on
this highway the other side of where he lived.
Hot sweaty afternoons had encompassed him as he trudged to the store to get
whatever items his step father and mother wanted. The cold Nehi helped him
recover for the walk back.
His skin had shivered in the fall and browned in the summer as a result of
those many trips.
"Take your time" were often the words of his step father or mother. He knew
that meant they wanted to be alone for awhile. He didn't know why then. But
after spending a night with his step father having sex he knew.
"I'll go this time" she had said once in awhile. He knew what that meant too.
His step father wanted to be alone with him. Mostly he didn't mind. That first
night had been a shock. But what surprised him more was that he missed the
feeling of the mansized penis inside him. And when he was on his hands and
knees the next time, he came almost immediately after the man had inserted
himself.
A rabbit paused in the center of the highway as he walked. It's round eyes
seemed to examine him. He wondered what the animal saw. Did it see the half
naked tanned youth or some sort of weird looking enemy.
He had shot rabbits before..long ago. It was what kids did in that rural area.
His cousins, who lived nearby and he had used bb guns, bows and arrows and
later, 22 caliber rifles to hunt squirrels, rabbits and other harmless
creatures. But he hadn't done that in years. It wasn't because of any strong
view about killing, he just didn't see any fun in it anymore.
His cousins and he had gone on weekend hunting trips and ended up screwing
each other almost the entire time. Almost like compensation they would then
shoot anything that moved..bragging to family and friends what great hunters
they were.
But like the hunting, he had grown tired of them too. Jokes about fags, lies
about girls, bragging about sports, hunting and still more homo jokes had
overloaded his brain. He rarely saw them anymore..especially since high school
ended and their college years began.
He had walked this same highway to the town road to the mill for his first
fulltime job. Bending over machinery all day was tiring, boring work. He had
learned quickly and been given raises and promotions. His Supervisors claimed
he'd be running the place someday. But it was boring.
The plant Vice President had been told many things about him and met him one
day. The man was younger then most of the others and very nice. He offered to
take him to dinner..and he accepted.
It was a nice evening of talk about life, work, people, movies and other
things. He thanked the man's offer to let him stay over that night since the
mill was closer then his home. And during the long walk home in the cool
darkness, he wondered if the man wanted him for sex.
It was another night he was working overtime, reaching over the machinery and
jumped at the feeling of a hand on his thigh. He turned around and heard the
man say "don't fall in" and laughed. The hand remained. He knew what the man
wanted and accepted the invitation that night.
It was wild. They were sweaty, hungry, starving and insatiable..both of them.
Teeth, toungue, cocks, butt, legs, armpits, booze, pot, sex and more sex. It
was during sunrise that he was gyrating his hips one more time sinking his own
cock into the mans ass. His own butt was sore..his jaws ached and his entire
body seemed drained of any energy he had ever had.
One phone call later and they were sixty-nining later. They could be late for
work, the man had said. He left the job that week. He wasn't pissed, scared or
dissappointed..he just wanted to get away.
His step father went nuts about it. His mother looked concerned but kept quiet
as the old man yelled and threatened him.
He left the house and stripped to his Levi shorts and ran so the night air
could bathe him.
Archer had given him books from a city store many miles away. He had looked at
the pictures and read the articles learning about himself and others like him.
Archer never flirterd with him, nor asked him for sex. But the man knew.
..somehow he knew. And he didn't care. 
There were photographs of nightclubs, bars, restaurants, businessmen like the
mill manager, younger boys than he, hustlers and actors. There were stories
about people who hated his kind..and those who loved as well.
The highway stretched far ahead of him, like a pathway he must travel. And he
walked on. The backpack held only a few of his things. Most of his toys,
trinkets and junk he had to leave behind. But he carried his memories with
him.
And ahead, all along the highway he must travel, were memories to come. The sun
baked his already tanned skin...his manhood would harden then soften under his
Levi shorts. Animals would dart across the highway. Cars and trucks would pass
by in both directions sweeping past with gusts of wind.
He knew who he was and where he was...on the highway he loved.