Coming from a tiny east coast town I had no idea what to expect in this midwestern city.The people here seemed mean, unforgiving. Omaha, yuck! It didn’t take long to find out there was no way I could adapt to city living. School was just as cruel. The kids my age called me a sissy because of the way I looked. Out of all the members in my family, even my sister, I turned out looking like my mother in all the wrong ways. i’m a guy for Christ’s sake. by the time I was eighteen I’d been propositioned by uncles and cousin’s I had to plan my escape. I thought of how I would do it. I got it it! I’ll hithike to California. Camp on the beach and look for work and eventually get an apartment or a peace of land. Growing up in a household with two alcoholic parents and older siblings using each other in inappropriate ways had taken its toll on my brain. I could no longer stand that toxic environment. so, on my eighteenth birthday I was gone!
it was a bit scary at first. you never knew what kind of person would pic you up. The elements combined with the sheer loneliness out there would make anyone give up. I almost did! but I just couldn’t bring myself to the point of quitting. Besides, I’ve always been nomadic and adventurous. Along the way I met some downright scary people.
Heading south on I 25 I got picked up by an unhappy man in his late thirties I’d guess. He had overalls on and he smelled like grease. I almost went back home after my encounter with him.
Do you know what a damn seatbelt is?
Feeling a bit intimidated I fumbled for the seatbelt. Without warning he reached quickly across my lap, knocking my hand aside and tightening my seatbelt to the point of discomfort.
Acceleratorating rather quickly he began to mumble, cursing.
Damn free loading little bastard. Gotta pay there own way!
while still listening intensely, I was started when he turned and boldly blurted out,
YOU GOT ANY GAS MONEY?
No sir. I respondedmeekly.
Well, ain’t nothing free in this life.
You willing to work for your ride?
Yes sir. I said nervously.
It’s gas, grass, or ass cause nobody rides free.
How old are you? he asked aggressively.
Eightteen Sir. I replied.
Lets look at our options. He says to me.
Number one. You have no gas!
Number two. I don’t do drugs and if you’ve got drugs on you I’m going to beat the living shit of you.
I don’t do drugs! I explained.
Number three. You don’t have the type of ass I would be interested in. Close but not good enough.
Let me guess, you take after your mom don’t you?
How did you know? I asked.
Cause I’m a fuckin genius! that’s why.
My exit is about ten miles up the road. I got a job you can do and we’ll be even.
He reached out his hand towards me and said,
Deal?
I shook his hand and said, deal!
Before releasing my hand he squeezed hard, hurting me while giving me a warning.I’m going to pull off on a dirt road where it’s safe for you to make it back to the freeway.
Thank you. I said, before being cut off.
Don’t thank me yet little sissy.
I hate that word! I thought in disgust!
As we pulled off the freeway he turned right onto a dirt road that went seemingly nowhere under the tree canopy. he turned into a small clearing under some spruce trees and stopped. Blow job, NOW! he said while pointing at his crotch.
I don’t, SMACK!!!
He back handed me so hard I saw stars.
I quickly felt blood oozing from my mouth.
Lean over here and unzip my fucking pants.
NOW!!
Trembling, I leaned over and began to unzip his jeans. His cock had already begun to swell, making it more difficult to uncover.
Pull it out! he demanded.
I could smell his scent. Sweat mixed with urine and cum. His dick felt hot in my hand.
Stroke it! he demanded.
As I began to stroke his fat cock a thick flow of pre cum came out and pooled around my fingers.
DON’T FUCKING WASTE IT RETARD! he yelled while grabbing me by my hair.
Open your mouth dammit!
Open your fucking mouth I said!
I did as he demanded and before I knew it, he shoved my head down hard. All seven inches of his thick cock forcing its way into my throat. I began to gag as I felt his member swell.
I felt the cum while it pulsed against my inner throat, working its way up to his cocks head. Explosion after exploration of cum shot into my throat.
And just like that he pushed me out of his car.
I was cought and burping at the same time. My adrenaline was rushing but I couldn’t explain why my dick was so hard. it was leaking pre cum. I was confused.
Chapter 2. Finding my purpose.
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