Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2005 19:34:59 -0700 (PDT) From: D One Subject: Road Trip Evan stripped down for the trip. The truck was old and didn't even have a radio let along an air conditioner. His grandpa had bought it when before he was born and between the old man and him they kept it running. Mornings were full of chores, and Evan would be back out at the barn tossing baled of hay or shoveling horse crap around. He had been out of school for two years now. His boyish body had broadened from his work and years. Old Carl kept complimenting him whenever he was shirtless and working. He had always heard compliments from old Carl, who wasn't old at all, but that was his nickname. And he had been working as a farm hand on Evan's grandpa's farm since he was a little boy. "You sure are aging nicely, a right stud you are" Old Carl would say and pat Even's blue jean covered butt. That day was different though, Old Carl and his Grandpa had to plow under the corn stalks and he had to ride all the way to Riverton to pick up supplies. "Just be back in time for your chores tomorrow morning, I ain't doin your chores" Old Carl said chuckling. "He'll be back by dark" his Grandpa said. Evan always did what his Grandpa said..well most of the time. In his room, Evan showered, and grabbed his old high school gym shorts and his football shirt which he didn't wear. The ride would be long and hot. He drove away from the house. Evan wondered if he would ever drive away for keeps. He didn't have any future and rarely considered any other then working the farm even if his Grandpa died. "Some day it's going to be just you and me" Old Carl had once said wrapping his thick hairy arms around Evan's bare torso. Evan laughed thinking the man was just horsing around. He loved to horse around with Evan. The drive was boring. Thanks to a walkman Evan had managed to hide from his Grandpa, the ride was a little easer. "Damn gadgets, waste of money" his Grandpa said about things like that. The old man finally gave in and purchased a TV when Evan was a teenager but just because of the sports he could see on weekend. "You gonna walk around naked all the time?" he's yell at Evan who usually wore his gym shorts and nothing else around the house or even outside when he wasn't working. Evan learned to ignore his Grandfather unless the old man was serious. So Evan grew up on his own. "Saw you in your room last night, standing there" Old Carl once said. Evan had stood naked in front of his mirror when he was a teen, exploring his body, massaging his manhood and erupting like a volcano. "You're turning into a hot man" Old Carl added. He ignored memories of Old Carl, his Grandfather, the farm the chores, the kids at school who called him a hick until they found out he could throw a football. He was a star. Even his Grandpa left the farm to watch him play. Grabbing, being grabbed, kicking, catching, throwing and running it all made him feel free, liek someone different then the boy who just awoke, did chores, took the school bus to school, came home, did more chores and went to bed. But for now, he was free of all that and loved feeling the hot air blowing through the open windows. It didn't stop his body from sweating but it felt good. Two hours had passed and he stopped at a roadside diner. Pulling on his old football shirt, Evan strode into the place and took a seat at the counter. The food was good. Evan loved to eat and after three portions of steak and eggs finished. The waitress smiled at him and complimented his arms on being so thick. She even changed his bill so he only had to pay for two serviings. He smiled and paid and left the place and sat in his truck in the back parking lot listening to musice. He had another hour drive, then to pick up the supplies and take the three hour drive back home. Evan was in no hurry. He peeled his shirt off and stretched. He pulled on his dick in his gym shorts. He liked wearing them and nothing else. "You own any underwear?" one of the kids at school had asked as Evan peeled his jeans off to put on the jockstrap he had to wear for football. At home, Evan loved the feeling of his jeans rubbing against his body as he ran, walked and worked. The same pile of underwear he was given as a boy remained in his dresser drawers untouched. "Hi" the voice startled him. Evan turned and saw a smiling friendly face. "I'm Chuck, Charles Manny" The man stuck out his hand and Evan took it tentatively shaking it. "Saw you in there, was going to talk to you but you up and left before I came back from the john" "HI, I had to uh get back on the road" Evan stammered. "You must work on some farm around here" the man said and continued not waiting for a reply "What is that?" The man reached for the medal Evan always wore. "Uh a medal my mom used to wear, before she died" The man's fingers felt the round disc. "Ah St. Christopher, like mine" he pulled a similar medal out of his shirt. Somehow that made this stranger talking to him ok. Evan smiled. "Nice" he said. Chuck's fingers went back to his medal, "Yea nice one, sorry about your mom" he added. "That's ok, she died with my Dad when I was two" Evan said "lived with my Granddad since, on his farm back there" Evan kept talking about his life to this stranger. "Nice you must work hard, you have a nice chest" Chuck's fingers moved from the medal to feelign the round mounds that had become Evan's pectorals. "Yea, work hard I guess" Evan said. He didn't know what to do. The man's hands on him made him both nervous and feel good. "Nice nipples too" Chucks fingers flicked Evan's erect nipples and Evan sighed. "Shit sorry, what are you doing?" Evan asked. "Obviously making you feel good. You deserve to feel good, probably work too hard" Chuck's voice washed across Evan like a breeze across his naked body. "What were you doign out there?" His Grandpa said "saw you from the upstairs window. If you're gonna do that kind of thing, do it in your room or go into the woods". Evan had left the house and stripped bare to lay in the sun on the other side of the corn fields. His hand moved to his adolescent erection and he took his time rubbing until his body tightened and exploded. He was embarassed his Grandpa had seen him. "It's ok boy" Old Carl said as Evan left the room "We all do it" That did make Evan feel better and less embarassed. "Feel good?" Chuck asked. Evan could only nod. He had let his head lay back on the seat as the man continued to feel his bare torso, and play with his nipples. Evan gasped at the sudden pain as Chuck pinched on nipple really hard. "Ouch, what are you?" Evan opened his eyes but he felt Chuck's other hand on his cockhead. "Well it popped out so I figured it wanted some attention too" "Someone will see us" Evan said looking around. "Naw you parked so far from the diner and trucks, they only see me standing here talking to you". Chuck's fingers massaged Evan's hard cockhead and it grew harder out of the leg of his gym shorts. "Come one, you've been wanting this for a long time and so have I, Consider it your graduation present" Old Carl had surrounded him wiht his arms. Evan felt his bare back pulld against Old Carl's bare chest. He had stared at Carl's hairy chest for years wondering if he would have that kind of hair. But he was smooth. "I like your smooth muscles" Old Carl said. "but Grandpa" Evan said without pulling away. "You know he's in town, just you and me the way it's going to be after he is gone" Carl kissed Evan's neck as his fingers unbuttoned Evan's jeans. "We shouldn't" Evan said not sure what Carl was doing, but it excited him. "Yes we should". He felt Carl's fingers on his hard cock and stroking it. Only Roger a kid from school had ever touched him there and that was years ago when the two of them were in the locker room jacking off in the shower. Their hands moved to each other as they explored and masturbated each other then. They never did it again either. "Now, just breath easy and relax" Carl said pushing Evan so he was bent over. The pain he felt as Carl shoved his own cock into him was something Evan wasn't prepared for. "No dont', just relax the pain will go away" Carl held him tight so Evan couldn't move away. And Old Carl fucked him at the same time he jacked him off. It was strange to Evan, it was painful but pleasureable too. The feeling of someone's body against his was exciting. He didn't pull away but let the man tell him what to do. "LIke that dont' you" Chuck said as he was stroking Evan's cock with one hand while fondling his ballsac with the other. Evan missed the stabbing pain in his nipples. He didnt' know if he could ask the man to do that again or just be quiet and let the man do what he wanted like he did with Carl. "There, you are tight boy, nice muscles even in your butt" Carl said. He turned Evan around and pushed him to his knees "Suck it dry" Evan didnt' think about where Carls cock had just been as he put the mans cock in his mouth tasting the drops of sperm that dribbled out. "Nice lips...should have let you suck it to begin with, keep going" The cock grew hard in his mouth and eventually gagged him with streams of man cum which Evan had to swallow since Carl held his head in place. "There now you're a man" Evan remained there on his knees, his cock had cum once with Carl jacking him while he was being fucked and a second time by his own hand while he sucked the man's cock. He felt exhausted but still excited. "Why dont' you stay naked and work awhile while I watch?" Evan did as the man said pitching bales of hay while Carl sat watching and eventually jacking his cock. "Just lay back and let me take care of you" Chuck said. Evan put his head back. He let the man feel his arms, chest, nipples, testicles and cock. It all felt good. "God you're gonna make a hot man" Carl said "better get dressed, your Grandpa will be back soon" Old Carl handed Evan his jeans. And the two men continued with the chore while talking about school, football and other things as if nothing had ever happened. But that night, Evan used a carrot to see if it felt like the man sized cock that had indoctronated him that day. It didn't but that was all he had. He must have had two orgasms that night thinking about it..and feeling the obstacle inside him. "Come on, that's it" Evan was gasping and trying to keep his own hands off himself as his body was convulsing and reacting to Chucks' hands. "Wow you have a huge load in you" The man said as he continued to stroke Evan while stream upon stream shot out on the truck floor. Evan panted, not knowing what to say at first. "You ok?" Chuck said wiping his hands on a handkerchef. "Oh yea, thanks sir that was great" Evan said. "Yea, we can do more you know. I"m staying at the Pickering Motel about thirty minutes down the highway. "I have to go to Riverton, uh maybe on the way back." Evan muttered as he stuffed his softening cock back under the shorts and put his shirt on. "Great, just come on, got a pool and everything, you can stay the night" "Well I have to be home for my morning chores" Evan explained as his mind seriously considered the mans offer. "You're young we can play and you can leave in the morning, get you back in time" Chuck said "Well think about it, you are one hot stud for sure. You gonna work on the farm forever?" They talked about Evan's life for awhile. "Well, there are other options, school, jobs you know, there's a world out there beyond the fields and barns you know of" They shook hands, the same hands that had gipped his cock moments before held his hand. "I hope you drop by" Evan started the engine and drove to Riverton. His head was in a kind of fog but all the ordered supplies got put in the back of the truck and he was on his way back home. Three more hours had past actually. Memories of the strange man that had made him feel so good, that had talked and listened to him and invited him to his motel room seemed to occupy his mind. Then the sign appeared. PICKERING MOTEL, POOL, TV, ADULT FILMS, AND MORE could be seen as Evan drove his truck by. Then he stopped it about a mile past. He could leave by three am, get home, unload the truck and do his morning chores. It was Saturday and he could sleep afterwards. Somehow the truck turned around and Even found himself going up the steps and looking for Chuck's room number. He peeled off his shirt before he knocked And without hesitation and the door to the rest of his life opened and welcomed him in. Saturday came and Evan had gotten back as he planned, unloaded the truck and indeed finished his chores. But instead of going to bed to sleep, he grabbed a few pairs of shorts, jeans and tee shirts shoving them into his school gym bag. He left his underwear. "Taking off" He said to his Grandfather. He didn't ask nor did he wait for an answer. Shirtless, he hitchiked easily until he got back to where he wanted to be. Getting back to the PICKERING MOTEL was a faster trip then Evan remembered. His life had changed. He never returned to his Grandfather's farm or Old Carl.