It was time for my annual pilgrimage. I had a friend
staying at the house so that the dog and cat didn't starve to death. The four
wheeler was packed and gassed up and I was on my way.
Every year, I go
down the coast highway and visit all of my kit and kin. I stop at Mendocino to
see and old flame. I've got a brother that lives near Russian River, a sister in
Marin county, and a son in Sacramento.
I usually hit a couple of wineries
on the way and stock up on some fine domestic. All in all it's a peaceful
voyage. I get to relax and stretch out the old legs. If I'm lucky I get to
stretch out the old dick too
I had stopped at Yreka before switching from
Interstate 5 to winding highway 1. I gassed up, got a bite to eat, and drained
the old python. I was about to climb back into the Pathfinder when I noticed a
young boy standing by the side of the road with his thumb out.
"Where ya
headed?" I shouted out.
The boy shrugged his shoulders and said,
"South."
"I'm heading down the old highway towards San Francisco if
that'll help ya." I told him. His face lit up and he grabbed a full knapsack
that had been lying by his feet and trotted over. From a distance, I had him
pegged at sixteen, give or take a year. I had thought he was a little young to
be hitching. But, I wasn't prepared for how young he appeared close up. I must
have looked concerned because his smile suddenly faded and he slowed as he got
close. He stood before me and looked down at the pavement. I figured if I didn't
give him a ride someone else would so I grabbed his bag and shoved it into the
back seat. His face lit up again and he scrambled to the other side and climbed
into the passenger's seat.
"I'm Ted," I told him and extended my
hand.
"Hi! I'm Billy, uh... Bill," he responded as we
shook.
"Well, Billy Bill," I teased him, "how far south are you
going?"
"I got a sister that lives south of San Francisco. Near a bay,
uh.... Moon Bay, or something like that."
"Half Moon Bay?" I prompted
him.
"Yeah! That's it!" He responded and then tried out the name to see
how it fit. "Half Moon Bay. Sounds nice doesn't it?"
"Um-hmm," I answered
as I entered traffic. Something inside of me twitched. Anybody who qualifies a
place by the way the name sounds is running from something bad or running
towards something good.
"How long since you've seen your
sister?"
"About four years. She left when mom died." The last was spoken
wistfully.
"Sorry about your mother, Billy," I commiserated, "You must
have been pretty young at the time?"
"Yeah, I was eight," he volunteered,
not realizing my question was meant to find out how old he was. His head snapped
towards me and his eyes got wide as he realized what he had
revealed.
"Twelve's kind of young to be hitchhiking isn't it, Billy?" I
asked and tried to keep emotion out of my voice.
I didn't get an answer
so I took my eyes off the road and looked at my young companion. He was studying
my face. I guess he was trying to decide if I was trustworthy or not. Having
made up his mind he finally answered.
"I've been living in a boys home up
near Seattle since mom died. It's an orphanage, you know, except they call it a
'boys home'. Nobody ever comes to see us. I don't know anybody who ever got
adopted out of there and nobody ever goes to a foster home. We just live there
and go to school, then when you turn eighteen they tell you to leave."
I
glanced over at Billy and saw a lone tear run down his cheek.
"Doesn't
sound like you were very happy there, Billy." I said, but I don't even know if
he heard me.
"It's like being in school twenty four hours a day, you
know. Someone always watching you and telling you what to do. The older guys
always picking on the younger kids. You couldn't even have anything personal,
you know. I tried putting a poster of Michael Jordan on the wall, but the
monitor took it down and threw it away. 'It wasn't allowed' he said."
It
sounded like prison to me. I tried, but couldn't imagine what living like that
must have been like. The closest I could come to it was twelve weeks of booth
camp.
"Couldn't you go out and play. To movies or something like that?" I
asked, hoping for some ray of sunshine.
"On school days, we came back
from school and had to go to study hall. Then we'd eat and go back to studying.
On weekends though, after our chores, we got to go out and play. They had a big
field and some hoops. I liked playing soccer."
I glanced over again and
saw Billy smiling. His eyes had that faraway look as he pictured himself playing
soccer.
"Must be hard leaving behind all of your friends?" It's hard to
get information out of someone without appearing to pry. I was hoping to find
out why he was running away and I figured I had better be
circumspect.
Billy blew air through his lips and made a sound that wasn't
quite a raspberry.
"You had no friends at the home?" I asked
dumfounded.
"A lot of the kids in the home were sent there because they
did something bad. If they weren't bullies when they got there well it didn't
take long for 'em to change."
Our conversation continued as the miles
slowly rolled under my wheels. Billy told me how it was impossible to have
anything nice because the older kids would always steal it. How his sister had
started sending him money a couple of years back and what was left after the
school bought him clothes would quickly be forced out of him by bullies. He told
me that it was useless to complain because the school had established a kind of
kangaroo court where a panel of older boys would listen to the complaint, but
unless you had someone to corroborate your story it was a waste of
time.
Billy appeared to be a nice kid, so I wondered why he hadn't been
tainted by his environment. I couldn't find an oblique way of asking that
question so I just asked it directly.
"That's why you didn't have very
many friends?"
"Yeah," he replied, "people used to say I was the
troublemaker. Every time I would defend myself the board would find me guilty
and take away my privileges.
He told me how he had spent many a night in
the kitchen washing pots and pans and how he had spent weekends helping with the
laundry. There had been an up side to all of this though because he had made one
true friend he told me. One of the monitors. A young man named Paul had taken a
liking to my young traveler. Billy said that whenever Paul needed someone to
help him he would choose him. Paul would take him into the city to buy supplies
and every time they went Billy would get an ice cream cone and a soft drink.
Billy laughed and told me how one time they had even gone to a movie. A movie
about animated ants. It was the only movie Billy had ever seen at a theatre and
it had seemed like magic. That huge screen and the buttered popcorn.
I
smiled at my young companion's enthusiasm, but then I brought it to a halt with
my next question.
"So, isn't Paul going to miss you not being
there?"
Once again, Billy didn't answer immediately and when I looked
over I saw a stream of tears running down his cheeks. I remained quiet and let
Billy compose himself.
"Paul's gone," was all he said and his answer had
the sense of finality to it that said I wouldn't find out anything else so I
didn't pursue it.
I guessed that I had an answer to all my questions now.
Young man lives in an orphanage where every day life is sheer hell; he only has
one friend; and the one friend goes away. I guess Billy decided to run. I felt
torn. I thought that I should probably stop and call the authorities, but which
ones. I mulled it over for about twenty miles and then decided I would drive the
young man to his sister's and we would take it from there.
I had left
home late in the day and figured I would make it all the way to Mendocino, but
it was after six now and a quick poll of the vehicle's occupants indicated they
were all hungry. I stopped in Fort Knox and found a family style restaurant that
featured a buffet. We both went to the bathroom; voided our bladders and washed
our hands, in that order. We were shown to a table and given a couple of menus.
The wait person returned and I watched with amusement as Billy dug around in his
pocket and holding his hand below table level, so that I wouldn't see how much
he had, counted his money and decided he would only have a
Coke.
"Nonsense," I told him, and to the server I said, "we'll both have
the buffet."
The wait person, with Vivian stitched across her left
breast, took our menus away and told us to help ourselves.
I got up and
realized Billy wasn't following, I turned and saw him looking at me -
confused.
"What's wrong," I asked.
He shrugged and said, "What's a
buffet?"
I laughed and told him to follow me. Billy watched me closely as
I took up a tray and some flat ware. He copied my movements as we went down the
line. I took some cole slaw, a couple pieces of fried chicken, and some potatoes
au gratin. Billy did the same. He hesitated as he reached the pizza. He glanced
up at me and I nodded. He stacked a couple pieces on his plate and grinned
broadly. We reached the end of the line and Billy frowned as he noticed the
small plates containing slivers of pie and small squares of cake. His frown
deepened as I ignored the pastry items and picked up my tray. I looked back and
saw a deeper frown on his forehead.
"You can come back for more if you
want," I informed him. "This is an all you-can-eat buffet."
"I can eat
all I want?" He asked astounded.
Forty minutes and two trips later was
enough to fill up my young companion. He talked incessantly throughout the meal.
He told me about the food at the boys home. He talked about working in the
kitchen and how they were made to save food off the plates. Mash potatoes,
rolls, even vegetables were carefully scraped off for the next day. I felt my
appetite disappear as I listened to his story, and was amazed that he could
relate such things while continually cramming food into his mouth.
There
was an arcade area in the restaurant and Billy would occasionally glance over at
the other kids playing the electronic games. I paid Vivian and as we got up to
leave I asked Billy if he'd like to try his hand at some of the games. You would
have thought that he'd just won the lottery. His face was glowing. He watched a
young boy his age play a racing game, which required sitting inside of a booth.
As the other boy stepped out of the booth I told Billy to get in and I inserted
a couple of quarters. He only lasted about fifteen seconds, but they appeared to
have been fifteen of the happiest seconds of his life. I treated him to a half
hour's worth of entertainment then told him we should leave.
I hadn't
realized how much time had passed and when we left it was dark outside. I
thought for a second and told Billy I was going to find a motel. He looked
crestfallen.
"I thought you were going to San Francisco?" He asked
eagerly.
"I am, Billy, but I hadn't planned on making it in one
afternoon."
"Okay," Billy said wistfully as he looked down and nudged a
few pebbles with the toe of his right sneaker. "I'll get my bag and be on my
way."
Call me stupid, but I had just realized the situation I had placed
him in. I had taken him off the main highway and now I would be leaving him in
the middle of a strange city, after dark. I hesitated for a moment then told him
that he could share my room if he wanted to. He looked up and studied my face. A
series of emotions washed over his face before he quietly agreed. I found a
motel a few blocks from the restaurant and checked in. It was a ritzier than the
places I usually stayed at, but I figured I owed it to Billy.
It was your
average motel room. A couple of queen size beds; a noisy air conditioning unit;
a small round table with a couple of cigarette burns and a couple of chairs
around it; a dresser with TV atop of it; and open closet with un-removable
hangers; a vanity counter with sink and mirror; and finally a bathroom with
amenities.
Billy checked everything out carefully before coming back to
the television set.
"Can I watch TV?" He asked in a manner that said he
expected a negative reply.
"Certainly," I answered and suppressed a
smile.
I watch Billy look closely at the television set. He reached out
and felt along both sides and the top; all the while the frown on his forehead
kept getting broader.
I finally realized what was happening and showed
him the remote control. He was amazed at this small bit of technology and even
more amazed at the variety of channels. I began to wonder about Billy's earlier
years. Even if his mother had passed away when he was eight, he was still old
enough to remember about movies and remote controls and video games and such. I
felt I had pumped the young man enough for one day and left my questions
unspoken.
I left Billy to his own devices and stripped down my bed,
grabbed my ditty bag, and headed for the rest room. I stripped out of my clothes
and took a soothing shower. I got out and dried myself then realized that, as
was my wont, I hadn't brought anything to wear in the manner of robe or pajamas.
I wrapped my damp towel around myself and exited the bathroom. I felt Billy's
eyes follow me as I went to my bag and dug around for a clean pair of underwear.
I turned my back to Billy and dropped the towel and slid the underwear on. I
turned and found Billy staring at me, he had a strange look on his face. I
thought it might have been embarrassment so I shook it off.
I brushed my
teeth and settled down to do some reading. I let Billy play with the television;
I say play because he spent the entire time using the remote to switch from
channel to channel, and then at ten thirty told him he should get ready for bed
so we could get up and on our way at a reasonable hour
Billy pawed
through his bag that had evidently been packed in some haste. He pulled
everything out and placed it on his bed. His clothing was balled up and I
couldn't tell pants from shirts. I made a comment about his packing skills and
he smiled sheepishly.
"I was kind of in a hurry when I packed," he
explained, confirming my earlier suspicion.
I got up and told him to get
ready and that I would re-pack his bag if that was okay with him. He smiled and
grabbed his toothbrush.
I unballed and folded his possessions. Three pair
of underpants; two tee shirts; four pair of socks; a thin sweater; two dog eared
comic books; a baseball; a small notebook; two button down shirts; and an extra
pair of jeans. His whole life in one little backpack. I felt a pang in my chest
and couldn't tell if it was sorrow, guilt, or anger. Fate was indeed a cruel
mistress.
Billy came out of the bathroom. He was slick as a seal. His
short brown hair lie plastered to his head. He carried his clothes and had done
as I did and wrapped a towel around himself. I realized then that for a twelve
year old boy, Billy was small for his age. I remembered that my son at twelve
had stood taller than my chin and had started to sprout hair under his arms and
around his crotch. Billy only came up to my chest and although he was thin he
wasn't skinny. He showed good skin tone. I guess a hard life and basic diet had
kept him in pretty good shape.
He smiled when he saw his possessions
neatly folded and lined up at the foot of his bed.
His smile turned to a
frown as he studied them more closely.
"I must have forgotten to pack my
pajamas," he said quietly.
"Don't worry about it," I said encouragingly.
"You know, I never wear those things anyway. They just get all tangled up and it
makes it hard for me to sleep."
"You too?" He asked. "I always thought I
was the only one who felt that way, and I hated that they made us wear
them."
By the time we had repacked his bag, Billy was completely dry and
I told him we should hit the sack. I sat at the edge of my bed and quickly slid
my underwear down before sliding in under the sheets. I turned to the lamp
between the beds and was reaching for the knob when I saw Billy unwrap the towel
from around his hips. He walked to the bathroom and discarded his towel and then
walked back to his bed and climbed in.
I turned off the light and we said
our good nights. I rolled onto my back and closed my eyes. The picture of a
naked Billy popped into my head and I felt my cock stir. I couldn't help myself
because when Billy had returned from discarding his towel he had been sporting
an erection. He hadn't seemed embarrassed by his state and didn't try to hide
it.
He had a nice cock for little kid or maybe it was average for a
twelve year old and his stature just made it look big. It had stuck out a good
four inches above a small set of balls and had been fairly thick. My cock
responded to the memory and rose up. I felt it push at the bed sheets and so I
turned away from Billy to hide the fact. I reached down and slowly stroked the
length of it. I felt like a kid again. I grew up sharing a bedroom with my older
brother and I remember the hundreds of occasions when I used to jerk off by
rolling over and stroking quietly. Of course, my brother and I both knew when we
were doing it because no matter how hard you try it always winds up being
noisy
I remember being thirteen when my fifteen year old brother, Rory,
had introduced me to mutual jerk off sessions. We had jerked each other off for
a couple months when he introduced me to oral sex. We had serviced each other
until Rory turned eighteen and left for University. I had shared my knowledge
with other kids in the neighborhood and found out that most of them had already
been engaging in similar activities. My high school years were spent in sexual
experimentation. I had fooled around with a number of my friends and their
younger or older sisters and brothers. I had had a few experiences with older
men, including our parish priest and had been seduced by the neighborhood vixen,
who at the age of thirty-six, was the dream fuck of every man in the
neighborhood.
I had been playing these old thoughts through my head as I
slowly stroked my cock. A persistent noise broke through my thoughts and I
realized that Billy was quietly crying. I stopped what I was doing and lie
quietly for a moment. I wondered what had brought on his tears. I hoped it
wasn't caused by my actions. I could just picture him huddled over there scared
of the man in the other bed who was beating his meat.
"Are you okay,
Billy?" I asked tentatively.
I heard him take in a breath to stifle his
sobs and a sniffling voice answered me.
"Y-y-yes."
I waited for
him to continue, but that's all the answer I got.
"Do you want to talk
about it, Billy?" I asked and worried about the answer.
A minute passed
as I waited for a response and then a small voice said,
"I miss
Paul."
I turned and faced Billy's bed. I could make out his small form in
the dim light and saw that he was facing me. He eyes were open and their liquid
luminescence shone in the dark.
"I imagine you do," I replied and
realized that I actually didn't, but it was meant to soothe him.
"He was
really nice to me," Billy blurted out and started to cry again.
I felt a
pang in my chest and slid out of my bed and sat on his bed side. I placed a hand
on his shoulder hoping to reassure him.
"He used to sneak extra desserts
to me, and he bought me those comic books, and he would keep the bullies away
from me," Billy spoke through his tears and I could feel his little heart was
breaking at the loss of his one friend.
"I didn't have to share a room
with anybody because they said I was a trouble maker. So Paul would often read
me bed time stories, and.. and... and sometimes he would sleep in bed with
me."
I had been patting his shoulder in what I hoped was a reassuring
way, but when he said that last part my hand froze in place. Thoughts came
rushing into my head. Stories I'd heard about how young men were molested in
these homes came to mind. Strangely though, as I sat there trying to comfort my
young friend, these stories had a different effect on me this time. I felt my
cock harden and rise. I tried, but couldn't put these thoughts out of my
head.
Billy's sobs became louder and he twisted in bed and sat up facing
me. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me fiercely.
"There, there,"
I said solicitously.
We were in an awkward position. My legs dangled off
the edge of the bed and my upper body was twisted towards the headboard. Billy,
although sitting up, was bent at an angle also. I wrapped my arms around him and
pulled him around so that I could sit upright without feeling like I was about
to fall over. This new position alowed me to hug his small, sobbing frame to my
chest. Unfortunately, it also brought part of his body in contact with my
aroused cock. I didn't know if it was his thigh, or a buttock, or what. All I
knew was that it was hot and it was aggravating my condition. My cock jerked and
bounced off of Billy. He must have felt it and yet his only reaction was to hug
me even more tightly.
The more I tried to think of something else the
more I became aroused by thoughts of Billy having sex with an older man or boy
or whatever Paul had been. My cock surged again and Billy clutched me even
tighter. I suddenly felt something poking my side and realized that Billy too
had an erection. I realized that he was no longer sobbing. The side of his face
was pressed into my chest and I realized that he could easily see my throbbing
cock. This caused it to twitch again and this time I felt Billy loosen his hold
on me. He pulled his right arm from around me and I felt his hand brush against
my cock. I felt his fingers as they lightly explored my cock. They seemed to
touch me everywhere at once. He reached down and gently caressed my balls then
brought his hand up and wrapped his fingers around my swollen member. I felt
explosions go off behind my eyes as he started to slowly stroke me.
His
face was only inches from my cock head and I could feel his warm breath caress
me. He stroked me for a minute or so and then I felt him move and suddenly a
warm, wet tongue caressed the head of my cock. I moaned loudly.
Billy
stopped what he was doing and looked up at me. He took his left arm from around
me and pushed on my chest. I willingly surrendered myself to him and fell back
onto his bed. I canted my head up and watched as his mouth descended onto my
cock. His tongue came out and licked around the coronal ridge. I hadn't felt
this much pleasure in quite some time and knew I wouldn't last very long. He
resumed stroking my cock and engulfed the head with his mouth. I could feel his
tongue licking and circling the head as his hand urgently stroked up and down. I
felt my balls tighten and there was a sudden swelling of my cock. I grunted
loudly as sperm shot out of my cock. I watched the gooey mass slide down around
my shaft as Billy made no attempt to swallow. He continued to nurse on my cock
until it had substantially deflated. He released my cock and scrambled up to
face me. He lowered a smiling face to mine and gave me a deep, soulful, cum
scented kiss.
"Did I do good?" He asked breaking away from my
mouth.
"You did wonderfully, Billy," I gasped.
Billy smiled again
and lowered his head onto my chest. We lay that way for several minutes while I
let my sexual high dissipate. Billy shuffled his body around until he lie in
line with me and draped an arm across my chest. I felt drowsy and thought I
would fall asleep in this position, but I had forgotten about the stamina of
youth. Billy started rubbing his cock against my hip and I realized that he had
had no release.
I pushed him onto his side and sidled down to his groin.
I looked at his cock for a moment. It was a fine instrument. I wrapped my hand
around it and stroked tentatively. The feeling brought back memories of youth. I
lowered my head and took a swipe at its tip. I could feel Billy's stomach
tighten as I did this. I took my hand away and engulfed his entire cock. It fit
neatly into my mouth, nearly reaching my throat, and as fat as a broom handle. I
sucked voraciously. My head bobbed up and down and my tongue sought out every
nook and cranny.
Billy was like a musical instrument. He sounded out a
different note with every new touch. When the noises merged into one note, I
knew he was about to cum. I plunged onto his cock and sucked hard. I was like a
man dying of thirst. He practically screamed as his cum shot into my mouth.
There weren't copious amounts so I swallowed it all. Every stroke and every suck
was accompanied by a grunt.
"Stop, stop," Billy urgently cried and pushed
my face away from his cock. He wrapped a hand around his deflating cock and
squeezed it tight trying to diffuse the overly sensitive feelings.
I got
up onto my knees and looked at him. His eyes were closed and he had an angelic
smile on his face. His body seemed to glow. I realized I was hard again and I
reached down and started stroking myself.
I had been stroking for four or
five minutes when Billy finally opened his eyes and looked at me. He propped
himself up on his elbows and watched me stroking. A look of devilishment spread
across his face. He sat up and once again pushed me into a prone position. This
time I was all the way onto the bed and lie with a pillow under my
head.
I thought I was going to be treated to another blow job as he
lowered his mouth to my cock, but after sucking on me for a short while he
straddled my body and lowered his mouth to mine. We kissed deeply for a moment
and then he slowly shuffled back until I felt my cock pressing against his
ass
Billy reached behind himself and grasped my cock. He aimed my cock at
his ass and slowly pressed back on it. I watched Billy close his eyes and a look
of concentration crossed his brow. He was pressing hard on me now and I didn't
think I was going to go in. I was about to voice this thought when Billy took in
a quick breath and I felt the head of my cock snap into his anus. We both seemed
to freeze in place; I savoring the extremely tight feeling surrounding my cock
head, and Billy trying to adjust to my size
After a while, Billy let out
a breath and I felt his body relax. My cock began its short journey into his
body. It slid in a fraction of an inch at a time. From the feeling, I must have
been about half way in when Billy stopped pushing.
"So big, so big,"
Billy muttered to himself.
Paul must have been younger or not well
endowed I thought, because my cock is only of an average size.
Billy
pulled up a little and my cock slid out a couple of inches then he pushed down
and I slid in a little farther than before. He repeated this process until I
felt his ass cheeks resting on my thighs. Billy's eyes had been closed the
entire time and now he opened them and looked down at me. He bent down and
placed his lips on mine, driving his tongue into my mouth. We kissed that way
for a while and he started moving his ass slowly up and down on my shaft. It was
an incredible feeling and if I hadn't cum earlier I wouldn't have lasted but a
moment. Soon, Billy's ass was sliding rhythmically up and down on my hard cock.
He placed his hands on my chest to support himself and drove more of me in and
out. I slid my hands down to his hips and helped him keep up the
motions
Billy pushed himself up until he was sitting erect and rode me
hard. He was deep stroking himself on my cock. He would rise up until only my
cock head was left inside then jam himself down 'til his ass cheeks slapped
against my balls. It was an incredible fuck. He had his eyes closed and was
worrying his lower lip as he concentrated on the feelings inside of him. His
cock was hard once again and I reached a hand around and fondled it. He opened
his mouth and started taking short, raspy breaths. I could feel the surge in my
balls and knew I would be coming soon. Billy too was fast approaching an orgasm
and he wildly slammed onto my throbbing cock. Almost simultaneously, we both
reached our peaks. I grabbed his sides and slammed him down onto me. I felt my
cum leap out of my cock and suddenly felt a drop of moisture splat upon my chin.
I opened my eyes an saw a string of cum jet out of Billy's cock and onto my
chest. It was as though my cum was jetting through his body and coming out of
his cock.
We both shuddered and Billy fell upon my chest. I held him
there and felt my cock ooze out of his ass and plop onto the inside of my thigh.
A deep sigh of satisfaction came out of Billy's chest and he snuggled into me. I
held him there, my mind a whirl of unconnected thoughts.
We fell asleep
that way and I awoke in the morning with Billy softly snoring and drooling onto
my chest. I extricated myself and went to relieve a full bladder. I came out of
the bathroom and checked my watch; it was eight-thirty. I looked over and saw
Billy watching me. I smiled and asked if he had slept well. He smiled and said
he hadn't slept that well in a month.
I told him to get up so that we
could be on our way. He arose and with a piss hard on preceding him came to me
and gave me a hug.
"How long will it take to get to San Francisco?" he
asked and I could tell what he wanted to hear.
"Oh, maybe two, three
days," I responded.
"Good," he responded and gave me a tight squeeze
before letting go and heading for the bathroom
I followed and watched him
empty his bladder then I turned on the shower and invited him to join me. He
stepped inside and I started soaping up his small frame.