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Runaway, 2011

By: Sumddy



Joe Christopher didn't know, while he was out working on his 1952 Ford, Mary, an eighteen year old girl who had at last run away from an orphanage in Illinois, had made her way to his house of all places out in the middle of rural, Bryan, Ohio, and snuck into his house through the kitchen.

Mary couldn't wait another three years. She'd escaped during the night, and had stayed on the run for days. By the time she reached Joe Christopher's, she was good at staying concealed, at not appearing suspicious out here where everyone knew everyone else. She looked younger than she was, and she quickly realized people mistook her for a local kid out wondering in the fields. 

By late afternoon she'd walked through the cornfield of the adjacent property, a sprawling farm, and while Joe wasn't himself a farmer, his home was surrounded by farmland, and his was just the house she'd happened upon out in the middle of nowhere.

Mary quietly slipped in, held onto the weathered wood screened-door frame until it shut. She listened for any sound that someone might be in the house.

She didn't mean any harm. She was hungry and thirsty and tired, and went inside just to find some food. She had every intention of moving on, even if she had no idea where exactly to go.

She was a tough little thing for her age. She'd cut her hair short like a boy's, and petite and lanky thin, wearing baggy boys-clothes she'd pulled from a clothesline somewhere in Illinois, she'd successfully hidden her feminine curves. She'd made it this far, however improbable, hiding in barns along the way, staying off roads, sticking to the woods and fields.

She was almost sure no one would come looking for her, or if they'd even report her gone to try to get her back. She didn't think they would, and they didn't.

Looking in the pantry she found a small burlap sack with a bright red potato farming logo on it, and began filling it with apples, bread, whatever food she could find, careful to not take anything that would be noticed right away. She immediately ate several pieces of sliced beef, and some bread from a covered plate, and like a starving little kitten she drank down half a quart of milk from a blue glass jar.

She heard men's voices and half panicked as she glimpsed another man through the windows go around back, effectively cutting off her escape. Harried she screwed the lid back on the jar of milk, and dropped it in the potato sack. 

With nowhere to go, feeling trapped, she panicked, and quickly made her way up the stairs to the second floor, glanced at the two available doors, and darted into the bedroom just as Joe and the other man came back around front, their boot steps on the wooden porch sounding close through the quiet house. 

She heard the other man and Joe laughing and talking, and then their voices become serious, talk of a Korean war. She heard them solemnly saying goodbye to each other, and heard the other man's car start and drive away, and turn out onto the long gravel road as the front door closed. 

Her heart stopped racing, but Joe was still in the house. He and the other man sounded like decent people. She seemed less afraid because of it; if he caught her he would probably be nice to her.

She was so tired. She wasn't sure what to do. She almost began crying, and made herself stop.

She heard Joe coming up the stairs. Without thinking she shimmied under the big bed, the bedspread hanging low to the floor where she wouldn't be seen.

Mary held her breath as he came into the room. She could see a man's work boots, his footsteps, evenly paced; he didn't know she was there. The sunlight made angular shapes on the floor, dust particles sparkling and dancing in the bright light as the man's movements moved the air.

He sat down on the edge of the bed just above her, the solid bed springs just barely squeaking, his feet just in front of her as he unlaced and took off his leather boots, the sounds of his movements shuttering her breath. One foot at a time, the bed again slightly creaking as he pulled off his socks, and she saw his bare feet touch the floor, first one and then the other.

She watched him walk out of the bedroom door, the backs of his smooth bare calves, his slightly hairy thighs, across the hall, and when he got far enough away she could see he was naked. She felt a glimmering voyeuristic attraction. She wondered if she'd, see him.

She heard him turn on the faucet, water running, the globes of his bottom tightening as he leaned, the water running into the porcelain sink (a bath sounded so good, she pictured herself naked, the feel of hot water) directly across from the bedroom door. She wouldn't be able to get out without being seen.

She didn't dare lift the edge of the bedspread for fear he'd see her. She worried he might see her in the mirror, so, her face pressed sideways, she peered out from the slight space between the bedspread and the floor, seeing what she could, a naked man up to about mid-chest, a little extra weight, probably around fifty she guessed, broad chest and shoulders.

When he turned, Mary almost gasped. He was hard. His cock was big. It stood out from his body, swayed with his movements. She felt fluttery in her tummy, that warm feeling in her belly, and stole her hand between her legs her nipples pressed on the carpet under the bed. Mary had been sexual since she could remember, almost always horny, she'd masturbated nightly since she was much younger. Her first chance to touch herself in a week or more she felt the familiar hot feeling in her tummy begin, and the delicious slippery wetness between her legs.

She could see the side of his face. He looked like he hadn't shaved that day. He was, yes, he was attractive. She closed her eyes, strumming her fingers over pussy through the thin material of the pants she had on, wishing she could touch herself, her bare pussy, and she slid one hand under the waistband, her eyes glued to the man's cock. She hoped he would touch it. She creamed on her fingers, excited, hoping she'd get to see him, him touch himself.

She was so horny and immediately slippery wet, she slightly hunched her little hips up and down, trying to not make a sound, watching him, aroused by her voyeuristic glee, pressing between her legs, when she almost moaned out loud picturing the man licking her, fucking her. 

           ❖❖❖ 

It was almost dark when Mary woke up under the bed. She didn't know where she was at first. She didn't hear any movement in the house.

Slipping out from under the bed, she looked out the bedroom window. The car was gone. She sighed a breath of relief. There were just fields, a row of windbreak trees in the distance, swaying, the leaves shimmering on an evening breeze.

She reached under the bed and pulled the sack out. She drank the rest of the warm milk, and ate several of the sweet cornbread rolls she'd found in the red ornamental bread box as she decided what to do. 

The image of the man's swollen hard cock played through her mind. She didn't know why, what was attracting her to him so much, but she wanted to fuck him. She fantasized him on top of her, sliding that huge thing inside her, telling her it was okay, she could take him, all of him.

She didn't know how long the man would be gone, and thinking she could slip out when she heard the car coming back, she decided to run herself a hot bath. It sounded so good. She knew it was risky, but couldn't pass up the opportunity.

She rinsed and then filled the jar with water from the sink, drank and noted the porcelain interior of the grey metal lid as she screwed the lid back on, the sound of it threading rough and gravelly in the silence of the house.

There were two knobs on the tub faucet, and she was happy to see he had a hot water heater. The one at the orphanage only worked sometimes. She turned on the water, and dropping her pants sat down on the toilet and peed.

Steam was rising from the white rimmed metal tub as she stepped daringly into the hot water, her first bath in a week. She laid down in the water, dipped underneath to get her hair wet. It felt so good. She washed her hair, and then kneeling ran the bar of soap all over her until she was lathery. She thought about the man again, seeing him naked, his hard cock. Her nipples got hard, and she felt flushed, that warm feeling in her belly again. Mary ran her soapy hand down between her legs. She spread her knees further apart, and reached behind her and soaped her bottom, too. She stood and rinsed off. 

Mary didn't hear the car. She heard the front door close. She could hear the man moving around downstairs, music playing.

Slipping out of the tub as quietly as she could, she was afraid to drain it for fear he might hear the running down through the plumbing. Maybe he would think he'd forgotten to drain it after his last bath.

She quickly wrapped the same towel he'd used around herself, toweled herself off, noticing his smell, liking how he smelled, and quickly pulled on her pants and shirt, wishing she had clean clothes.

She tiptoed to the door, and then to the top of the stairs, peaked around the corner, and ducked back just as the man walked past the bottom of the stairs. He was barefoot. She was lucky she heard him at all before he saw her. She wondered if he'd even be mad if he found her. Maybe startled at first, but not angry, a young woman in his house, a girl who would ... Mary smiled, and felt that feeling again, remembering how hard the man had been. He must be really horny, too, she thought to herself. I can take care of that, she beamed, her little pussy sudden't slippery wet again.

The light dimmed on the flowery old blue wallpaper in the stairwell, and she knew he was turning out the downstairs lights. He would be coming back upstairs. The front door was closed. She didn't know if it was locked. She couldn't risk running down there. Where would she go if he came after her? There wasn't anywhere to run. Maybe she should reveal herself. She didn't know what to do.

She heard him coming back toward the hall, his bare feet padding across the wooden floor, saw the last light go out, and heard his footsteps come toward the stairs.

She darted back into the bedroom, aware of her nakedness under her clothes, the warm night air, her nipples still hard from thinking about the man's erection, her bare feet almost silent masked by his footsteps and the creaking of the stairs. She started to dive back under the bed but instead tiptoed around to the other side, opened the already cracked open door into the closet and quickly covered herself behind and under all the hanging clothes. She tried to stop breathing so hard.

She heard him go into the bathroom, and saw the light come on. The long hanging clothes were a woman's dresses. She had seen pictures downstairs, and hadn't payed much attention to them. She remembered seeing a woman, petite, dark hair, like hers; she was pretty, Mary thought. She had a sexy smile. Like she was hungry. Sensual. She looked so sexual she thought. A black and white photograph, the woman older than Mary, wearing dark lipstick; she wondered, red. 

She pulled a soft dress around her head to dry her short hair, and wondered where the woman was. She rubbed her hand over her scalp; the bristly soft hairs felt really good, all clean and washed. There was no sign of a woman living in the house, but the house was decorated like a woman had lived there. The bed, was a woman's bed. The bedspread, the wrought iron headboard, feminine.

Mary slowly moved away enough clothing to be able to see over the bed and him in the bathroom; she prayed he didn't notice the door was more open than it had been. Oh no, the towel! The bath water!

She could see him from the back, and from his chest up in the mirror in front of him; he's strong, she thought, he's even good looking, yes, he's handsome even. She felt that warm fluttery feeling in her belly again.

He pulled his T-shirt over his head and leaned down and rinsed his face in the basin. He turned, and paused for a moment seeing the towel on the wooden chair, not on the bar where Mary had taken it from. As he dried his face, he paused and looked at the towel, and smelled it. He looked over at the tub, and Mary thought of the way dogs turn their heads sideways.

Mary thought she'd better hide in case he came in and looked in the closet. She heard him come back across the hall and into the room. He must have undressed because she heard him pull down the blankets and then the bed frame creak as he first sat, and then laid down. She thought maybe she could slip out after he'd fallen asleep.

Mary wasn't prepared for what happened next.

She could hear him moving, and his breathing get louder. The bed frame creaked slightly as he adjusted himself.

The sounds were rhythmic, and Mary knew the sound from the herself and the other girls in the big dorm room touching themselves at night under the secret of darkness, he was pulling on his cock.

Joe thought he'd smelled the fragrance of a woman on his towel, and he thought he'd drained the tub. Ah well, he'd use the water for laundry in the morning. He quickly dismissed the thought, but he felt horny because of it. He thought of his wife. He could see her in his minds eye, her dark silky hair, her dark brown eyes, her smile, how he'd look at her as she slept, how beautiful she was with her eyes closed, her long eyelashes, her nose, her lips, how she breathed. He missed her, so much.

Just under his breath, Mary heard him begin talking, his voice husky and ragged, gentle, insistent.

"Mmmm, lil baby, yes, pull on Daddy."

Mary felt herself become instantly aroused, instantly slippery wet, her nipples pebble hard.

"Mmmm, that's my girl, that's my good girl, mmm, yess, let Daddy suck your nipples, sweetie. Daddy loves your gorgeous tits baby."

Mary closed her eyes. Her nipples felt hot, her breasts swelling. She reached up and began squeezing one, and then the other, imagining his mouth sucking hot and wet on her breasts, her breathing becoming shallow, slow. The man's words were making her so hot. Hearing him say, "good girl" made her heart beat faster. When he said "Daddy" she practically gushed out loud.

She was seated on the floor of the closet, leaning into several folded blankets, her head against the wall. She scooted down a little, spread her legs, and unbuttoned the boy pants, slipped both her hands under the waistband.

"Mmmm, feels so good, Kitten, yes, mmm, suck Papa, oh fuck, mmm, lil baby."

Mary pictured herself pulling on his cock, looking into his eyes, making him so hard, making him moan like that.

Joe fantasized his wife was still alive, hearing her voice, feeling her mouth on him, tasting her, hearing her moan, "Nnn, ohhh, Daddy, lick me Papa."

"Mmmmm, yes, Daddy loves sucking your little pussy, my little babygirl's soft little pussy. Daddy loves your cream, so good lil baby, yesss, let Daddy make you feel good too." Joe and his wife had role-played father and daughter since they first met, and every time he jerked off, it was to this same fantasy of his wife. 

Mary had one hand down inside the baggy pants, the other rolling her nipple in her fingers, listening to Joe jerking his cock, imagining his hand sliding up and down his hard penis, his "cock" Mary said hotly in her mind. "oh god, Daddy, let me pull it for you Papa. Let your little girl jack your cock, Daddy."

She began talking back under her breath, "Mmm, Papa, suck my nipples, nnnn, Daddy, yes, lick my little pussy, so wet for you Daddy, so hot" just as the man stopped talking out loud. Mary stopped, listened to his deep breathing, his movements slow, the sound of his breathing change to sleep. Frustrated, she rubbed herself until she came softly breathing out, "Nnn, Daddy."

            ❖❖❖ 

Nestled into the cushion of clothes Mary woke up to the sound of one bird singing just before first light.

She drifted back to sleep long enough to have a dream, a sexual dream, her naked, sitting on a man's lap, him sucking her nipples, sucking her breasts into his warm-hot mouth, him touching her between her legs, whispering naughty, dirty things. "Mmmm, lil baby, you like that, don't you? Tell Daddy how much you like it." Mary was having a wet dream.

She woke a second time, wet between her legs, thinking she needed to get out before the man just a few feet away on the other side of the closet door woke up. She remembered touching herself the afternoon before, under the bed, then in the closet last night listening to the man jack himself. 

The door was only slightly ajar. As she got up her pants slid down a little, exposing her slender feminine bare hips. She pulled them back up, and held them. She didn't touch the handle for fear it would make a noise, and ever so gently with her fingertips began the motion of moving the door, and to her relief it opened soundlessly.

She could hear him breathing, not loudly, but slow and deep, sleeping. She made that first step taking care to set her weight on her bare foot slightly, and then more, so she could stop if the floor creaked. She stepped through the doorframe and turned toward the sleeping figure. As she did, as she looked, he rolled back onto his back. Mary stopped. She watched him from half behind the door. She felt herself becoming warm down there again. What was it about this man? she thought to herself.

His breathing again became deep and long. Mary watched his face for any sign he was waking up. His mouth was slightly open. He was so handsome, masculine. Something about his shaved head, his grey whiskers. He was an older man, but he seemed gentle, kind, and Mary liked that.

Suddenly he made a slight sound. His arm suddenly moved, his hand under the covers moving to his waist catching Mary's eye. He moved again and the covers slid down enough that she saw his cock was hard. Mary felt that pang again. It was so hard, so long and thick, laying upwards on his belly. He moaned, "Mmm, yes, ... mmm, baby, feels so ... ." he drifted off, dreaming of his wife, her long dark hair wrapped around his hand. 

Mary felt she needed to do something. She didn't know why, or how she didn't think he would freak out. It was like she was in a dream.

His words from the night before played back through Mary's thoughts, "Mmmm, my sexy lil girl, that's my girl, yesss, suck Daddy little baby. That's my good girl, Daddy's going to lick your wet little pussy, mmm, yess, Kitten, let Daddy suck your nipples, sweetie. Daddy's going to slide my cock inside you, lil baby, that's what you like, isn't it? Yess. Mmmm, feels so good, Kitten, yes, mmm, suck Papa, oh fuck, lil baby, mmmm, yes, Daddy loves sucking your little pussy, my little girl's soft little pussy, mmm, Daddy loves your sweet cream, so good lil baby, mmmm, yesss, let Daddy make you feel good."

She didn't know what came over her. She had the thought again that he wouldn't be mad, finding a girl in his house, willing to, wanting to, ... .

Fuck, she was so horny. Her nipples were already hard again, and at the same moment she felt that warm feeling, and then a wash of creamy wetness between her legs.

Mary stopped being afraid. She let go of the hem of her pants, and so loose they simply spilled from her tender little frame, over her bottom, her bare naked hips, down her lovely slender legs.

She pulled her shirt over her head, her nipples hard in the cool morning air, her torso sleek and curved, fragile, her breasts, her nipples swollen and hot and hard, aching like they never had before, her pussy pulsing, that warm buttery feeling so deep in her belly.

Bemused, staring at Joe's erection, his hard cock, Mary sat so softly naked on the edge of the bed it hardly registered her weight, and leaned in toward him, stirring him to roll toward her enough that his hugely hard throbbing cock draped toward her.


Runaway, 2011



She leaned onto her elbow, and then laid on her side, lifting her legs onto the bed, her fingers touching, revealing her shiny pink slit, her fingers sliding through her slick little pussy, the man's cock just inches from her mouth, her fingers sliding over her clit, into her folds.

She was already so wet, so hot, so horny. Some of the boys from the boy's school next door had taught her about sex. At first they'd forced her. Threatened to tell on her. After a while, she started to like it. More than that, she loved it. She was their favorite, they didn't have to ask; Mary loved holding the boys cocks, pulling on them, making them hard. She learned to put a boy in her mouth, and suck on him. She learned what made them feel good, and they fingered her, too, and soon she let her favorite older boy fuck her, and she became his. The man's cock was much bigger. He was handsome. She was alone in his house with him. No one could see. No one one would know.

Joe woke dreaming his cock was being sucked. Images of his passed spouse flashed through his mind. He hadn't been with a woman now in five years, and his hand on the back of a woman's head her short hair stirred him awake. He heard a feminine voice, well, feminine sounds in the almost dark room; Mary was moaning little soft mewling moans of pleasure, her mouth full and sucking on Joe's cock, her  hands busy between her legs.

At first he thought she was a boy because of her bristly soft short hair, but quickly woke realizing she was a girl, and that she was lovingly sucking his cock, so expertly she took his breath away.

Joe was startled, yes, but the instantaneous pleasure, already hot and hard from his dream, he simply succumbed pushing his hips, his cock, into the open, hot sucking mouth on his aching hard cock.

When Mary felt the man's fingers in her hair, holding her to his cock, pushing deeper into her mouth, she moaned even more, sucked him deeper and harder into her already hot sucking mouth, her one knee high in the air, her other leg stretched along his, rolling her hot little pussy on her fingers.

Hearing the man moan out in pleasure, not startle awake, Mary left one hand on her pussy and reached over with the other, first wrapping around the man's upper thigh pulling his hot bare leg tightly against her breasts, her belly, sucking him deeper, moaning on his cock, moving her head, pressing the flat of her tongue into the thickness of his throbbing hard cock so soft and hot and sexy in her mouth, moving her hand from his inner-thigh to cup his balls.

Joe groaned into her, his hand on her upper back, her hot skin, watched her suck him in the dim morning light. He didn't know who she was, where she came from. At first he thought he was dreaming. His first few waking thoughts, how did she get into his house, but she was sucking his cock. Half awake, he was getting his cock sucked by a girl, a woman, who knew what the hell she was doing. She seemed to enjoy it immensely by the sounds she was making, by her eagerness, by her undulating little hips, how she rubbed her chest into his leg, her fingers inside her wet little pussy.

It had been so long, felt so indescribably good. Even if he could stop her, he didn't.

Normally he wouldn't in any way reason something like this was alright; he wasn't the kind to take advantage. He smiled though wondering who was being taken advantage of as Mary moaned a constant stream of sweet sucking humming noises as she sucked on him.

Regardless of whatever initial alarm he might have felt, he trusted her for some reason, gave in to the sensations of her hot sucking little mouth, her soft short hair he was running his fingers through, over, her soft feminine feline moans, the scent of her sweet little pussy, her lovely shoulders, her skin, her fragrance, her rocking her pussy so wet and hot against his leg, her hand cupping his balls pulling him deeper into her mouth, sucking him with a fervor he hadn't experienced with anyone but his wife.

By now Joe was moving his hips, fucking Mary's mouth, and she sucked right with him, meeting his thrusts, his rhythm, moaning and humming her little sounds of self-pleasure, moaning louder when he moaned, excited by his pleasure.

Joe reached down over her slender shoulder, his touch firing Mary into a frenzy, taking her nipple between his fingers.

Mary moved her hand from his balls, to grab the base of his thick swollen shaft, his throbbing hard cock in her little jacking fist, pulling, sucking, sucking, as she started cumming, her fingers in her wet little slit, her thumb rubbing her clit, Joe's big hand rubbing over her breasts, her nipples, her head cradled into his arm.

When she heard Joe start talking to her, she went from the verge of cumming to a full blown rocking orgasm, never taking her mouth from his cock, sucking harder, pulling harder, her little fist squeezing his cock, jacking his cock.

"Good girl, mmm, ohhhh yesss, lil baby, goood girl, yesss, suck me, lil baby. Yes, cum for me, good girl, rub your little pussy, mmm, yes, you like that, don't you, good girl, such a good girl. Ohhh lil baby, you're going to make me cum."

Mary pulled her mouth from Joe's cock with a pop, her whisper urgent, heated, familiar, "Do it, in my, mouth, mister, cum in mouth, love, sucking you, cumming, in my, mouth, cum in my mouth for me mister" and sucked Joe back into her hot sucking little mouth.

"Ohhhh, ohhh fuck, ohhhh, fuckkk" Joe cried out, "oooh, yes, suck me" he moaned again, and again.

Laying on her side, her little hand jacking him up and down, sucking him harder and harder, her moans pushing Joe over the edge as he exploded into Mary's mouth, as Mary sucked and sucked, swallowing him, moaning, and panting.

Still pulling on him, lifting her mouth from him, Joe's head laid back, his chest rising and falling, in a stunned kind of bewilderment, he heard Mary so softly, her voice so feminine, so missed, almost whisper into the barely morning-lit room.

"Mmmm, mister, you have a really nice cock. You came so hard, mister" her head in Joe's hand, her hand wrapped around his cock, his fingers grazing through her short cropped hair, disbelieving of what had just happened.

Joe had hardly recovered from cumming in her mouth. He was practically seeing stars.

"My, name is, Joe" he managed.

Mary looked up at him. His eyes were closed. He was breathing hard, too. "I'm, I'm Mary" she said softly, a glint of uncertainty in her voice, now afraid of what might happen.

"Come up here, Mary" Joe said softly back, raising his arm to invite her to lay with him.

Mary crawled up to Joe and laid in the crook of his arm, her arm draped over his belly. She was so tiny Joe remembered thinking, so soft, so warm. God he'd missed a woman this way.

Chuckling, he finished his introduction, "Quite, a pleasure, to meet you" breathing out each word still out of breath, uncertain what more to say. He wanted to ask who she was, where she'd come from. How she got in, and when. He remembered the bath water, the girlish feminine fragrance on his towel.

Joe pulled the sheet and blanket over them both. They laid there quietly, complete strangers. Mary's warmth, a woman next to him after so long, her mouth on his cock so erotic, so amazing, Joe started to get hard again. Her dark hair, her dark brown eyes, her olive colored skin, he felt attracted to her, thought she was quite beautiful. A younger version of his passed wife, Emily.

Mary saw the covers move, and without hesitation reached out and wrapped her fingers back around Joe's rapidly hardening member. They both stared at the motions under the blanket, her hand moving.

Mary squeezed on Joe, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open, her breathing more and more excited, and then began pulling on him again, making him fully hard, her little hand jacking his cock.

Mary looked up at Joe's face, his eyes closed, his mouth open, and watched his expressions as she pulled on him. She could love this man, she thought to herself. Her leg over Joe's, she began rubbing herself on his leg when Joe lifted her on his arm behind her, moving her up onto his lap.

Straddling him, the length of her slender feminine frame along his much larger body, the heat of her belly, her chest on his, their breathing synchronized, Mary cupped his swollen cock, guided him to her, rubbed the head of his cock over her hot little sex, through her soft folds, and then began sliding back and forth over his length her head rolled back her eyes closed, her clit, back and forth, the rib of his thick hard swollen cock throbbing through her tingling silky wet pussy.

She reached down and raising herself, pressed his cock to her little cunt and started Joe inside her.

She was so tight, so warm-hot, so wet, Joe's cock slid easily into her, spreading her open, a little at a time, deeper and deeper.

Mary rocked her little hips, moaning soft little mewling moans, "Nnnnn, so good, Joe, feels so good, in me. Feels so, big, so hard, in me, ... " She paused, before finishing, half moaning in a soft little voice, "so good, in me, Daddy."

She felt Joe's cock jump and swell.

"Can I, call you, Daddy, Joe?" she cooed, rocking her little hips faster, pulling on Joe's cock so deep inside her.

"Will you, let me, be, your little, girl" she said almost breathlessly, so turned on, just as she sank down all the way on to Joe's cock, steadying herself her hands on his chest.

"I heard you, last night, Joe" she breathed out in a soft moan, rocking her hips, "I got so wet, I had to rub myself" his cock deep in her little belly.

Mary didn't want to leave anymore. Something about Joe. "I heard you, wanting, your little girl, Joe. I can be her, for you, at night when you need me. Can I, stay here, with you, Joe, just for, a little while?"

Mary could barely speak, Joe's cock was so big in her, rubbed her G-spot, her swollen clit, bumping, rubbing with each roll of her hips, "I'll, be your little girl, Daddy. I'll, suck you so hard at night, Papa. Take care, of your, needs" she whispered out at Joe, her eyes closed.

Joe pulled Mary to him, wrapping his arm firmly around her waist as he fucked his cock deep inside her. He was on fire. He whispered, growled, her panting right next to his ear, her little hips rocking back and forth on his lap.

"Does Daddy's cock feel good little baby?" he answered so excited, so thrilled, growling his pleasure.

Mary audibly sucked in her breath, and moaned, so turned on she practically collapsed onto Joe's chest, fucking his cock, going wild on his cock stretching her, filling her, expanding her, so deep inside her.

"This is so hot, Joe. So hot, Daddy. Mmm, Papa's cock in my belly. Call me your little girl, Joe, tell me I'm such a good girl, just like last night."

"My little girl feels so good on Daddy's cock. Come here lil baby, kiss Daddy. Mmm, good girl, my sexy lil baby" he whispered into her mouth.

Mary kissed him, pushing her tongue into her new Daddy's mouth, his huge cock buried inside her, sliding inside her. Mary whispered into Joe's ear. "Nnnn, Papa, such a naughty Daddy, fucking your lil girl. I like fucking you, Papa. You like fucking your lil girl, don't you Daddy?"

Joe whispered hotly into Mary's ear, "Yes, lil baby, my good girl, my good lil girl. Daddy's so glad you came home lil baby, so glad you came into Daddy's room. Daddy wants to lick my lil baby's hot little pussy, too. My naughty little girl, climbing into Daddy's bed, sucking Daddy while I was asleep. Such a good girl."

"Mmm, ohhh, Daddy, so naughty. My hot lil pussy feels good, doesn't it Daddy? Ohhhh, Papa, nnnn, yes, fuck it inside me, so deep, love your cock in me, Papa, my Daddy fucking my little pussy. Can you feel me squeezing you, Daddy, my little pussy sucking you like I did with my mouth. Nnn, Daddy, I want you lick my little pussy, too, Papa." Mary loved being fucked by an older man. It turned her on more than she ever would have thought. She squeezed Joe's cock inside her. Looked deeply into his eyes, began squirming, rotating her hips, squeezing his cock inside her as she rose up on it.

Joe wrapped his arm around Mary's waist, pulling her tightly to him, letting her fuck herself with his cock, grinding her on his cock, breathing hard into each other, beaming into each other eyes, a glow around them, smiling, laughing, moaning.

"Ohhh little baby, yes, your pussy feels so good wrapped around Daddy's cock. Come here baby, let Papa suck your lovely nipples, baby, they're so hard, your breasts are so swollen, mmmm, Daddy loves my little girl's nipples, mmm, love sucking my good little girl's breasts. Ohhh, yesss. Mmm, my little Kitten, feel Daddy's cock so deep inside you? So hard. My little baby makes Daddy so fucking hard."

Mary whispered hotly, secretively to Joe.

"Ohhh, Papa, nnnn, ohhhughhh, yes, fuck me, fuck your little girl, Daddy. Ohhh god, this makes me, so hot, Daddy. My Daddy" she savored the word, the implications, thrusting, humping, rocking her little hips, "nnn, yes, nnn, my Papa, fucking your huge cock into my tight, wet little pussy, aren't you, Papa?" fucking Joe, her steaming look glowing through him.

"I want to cum on your cock, Daddy. Want to make myself cum on your cock. Nnn, Daddy, ohhh, Papa, you're, so hard, so big, make me cum, Papa, cumming, on your, cock ..." astonished, relieved, happy, glad this was the house she chose as Joe's cock swelled inside her, as she felt him throb inside her, grip her to him, as she felt the hot blast of his cum, his roaring groan tearing the morning open as she rocked her hips frantically milking her new Daddy's cock with her hot little pussy.

Joe groaned out loud, "Ohhh, lil baby, yesss, fuck Daddy's cock, my hot lil baby. Papa wants my little girl to stay, to come to Daddy's room at night, to let Daddy lick my little girl's sweet little pussy, would you like that baby, to fuck Daddy's cock, whenever you want, to be Daddy's good girl?"

"Nnn, Papa, yessss" Mary whispered, collapsed on Joe's chest, still milking his cock with her swollen pink sex, his cock still hard and deep inside her, rubbing her still swollen nipples against his, both feeling they may have just found home.



Runaway



Plattsburgh, New York, in the summer of 1970...

It had been a rough couple of months for Dustin Wood, and his life seemed to fall apart in every way imaginable. First, his mother passed away in the spring, and with her gone, Dustin's father seemed to change into someone unrecognizable, drinking heavily and taking all of his frustration out on his only son.

The final straw was shortly after Dustin had graduated from high school in June. He had invited a friend over to hang out, since his father was at work. Troy wasn't all that close a friend, but they had begun to get better acquainted after working together at the local market.

A couple of days earlier, Dustin had gone to Troy's home after work, and after swiping a few bottles of his father's beer from the refrigerator, had taken Dustin down to his cellar. They had to be quiet, because Troy's parents were sleeping, but Troy wanted to show Dustin something incredible.

It seems that Troy had unearthed some porn magazines that his old man thought he had hidden away, and these magazines weren't like Playboy, Dustin noticed. These magazines showed everything, with guys and girls doing stuff with each other, and even though they could read the foreign language the magazine were printed in, that didn't bother Dustin.

"Can I take a couple of these home?" Dustin had asked, but Troy said no, there was no way he was ever going to part with any of them.

"Read them here," Troy said, "Or were you going to jerk off at home with them?"

"Thought so," Troy chuckled when Dustin blushed. "Hell, you can do it here. Fuck, I do it all the time. Come on."

Troy brought Dustin over to a couch in the corner, turning on a lamp and started to drop his jeans. Dustin followed, carefully watching Troy as they slowly undid their jeans and lowered their briefs. They checked each other out as subtly as possible before siting on the sofa and started to leaf through them.

"You ever get laid? Troy asked, and Dustin said that he had a couple of times, and when Troy asked him how many girls had give him head, Dustin claimed four had.

Dustin had doubled his actual number of sexual encounters, and he suspected that Troy had probably exaggerated his alleged conquests too, but he was too busy looking at the porn, occasionally glancing over at Troy stroking his cock.

"You ever do anything with a guy?" Troy asked.

"No, why?"

"I dunno. I saw you looking at my stuff."

"No, I mean yeah, I guess I was," Dustin admitted. "Never saw an uncircumcised one this close before."

"Want to touch it?" Troy asked, sliding over toward Dustin. "It's okay."

"Feels weird," Dustin said as he wrapped his hand around the shaft and pulled down a bit, skinning the foreskin down and exposing the conical glans below.

Dustin jumped when he felt Troy's hand land on his cock, and then he realized that those rumors about Troy were right. He was a homosexual.

"Feels better when somebody else does it for you, doesn't it?" Troy said as he began jerking Dustin off with slow and strong pulls.

"Yeah," Dustin admitted, and he discovered that he not only didn't mind holding Troy's cock, he was enjoying it, and started to mimic the way Troy was masturbating him.

"Yours is bigger than mine," Dustin said as he pulled on Troy's cock, which was fully engorged.

"Not by much," Troy said. "Yours is thicker. Here. Why don't you lay back and let me get you off, and then you can do me."

"Lokk at the pictures while I do you," Troy said as he knelt next to Dustin and worked his hands over Dustin's cock and balls while Dustin looked at the Danish girls and guys fucking and sucking.

Five minutes later Dustin was drenched in sweat, as Troy kept bringing him to the brink of orgasm before slowing down. Dustin's cock had gone from beige to beet red, and pre-cum was drooling out of it like a leaky faucet.

"I have to cum, man," Dustin said. "You're driving me crazy.

"I know. Better this way. When you do cum, you'll really get off good. Look at the magazines Dustin. Don't look at me."

Dustin raised the magazine up, but all of a sudden he felt something wet and warm around his member, and when he lifted the magazine up he saw Troy bending down and putting his dick in his mouth.

Dustin sat frozen as Troy's head bobbed up and down, his lips sliding down the entire 6" organ right to the stump before pulling back up, his hand kneaded Dustin's balls all the while.

Dustin came, the magazine long forgotten and discarded, and he came right in Troy's mouth. Troy's mouth kept going up and down, with Dustin's cum trickling out of the sides of his mouth and into Dustin's pubes. It was only when Dustin was spent and limp did Troy finally raise his head.

"Was it good for you?" Troy asked, and after Dustin nodded Troy asked, "As good as the girls that did it to you?"

"Yeah," Dustin sighed, and that was a lie, because this had been so much better than the other times that it was laughable, and Dustin was still feeling chills going down his spine from the force of his orgasm.

"You don't have to - you know," Troy said. "I mean, if you want to that would be great. I wouldn't tell anybody or anything if you gave me head."

Dustin took a deep breath as Troy leaned into the back of the sofa, and as he reached for the slender prong that curled back onto Troy's stomach, he wondered if he could.

"Maybe," Dustin said. "Let me just..."

Dustin had just pulled the arching 7" tool upright and had begun to stroke it, trying to work up the courage to do it, and after deciding it would try it for a little while and then finish Troy off by hand, the sound of a creaking door opening and a light went on in the stairway that led to the upstairs.

"You down there, Troy?"

Dustin and Troy froze when they heard Troy's mother calling down the stairs, thankfully out of sight.

"Uh - yeah Mom."

"What are you doing down there at this hour?"

"Looking for something - the air pump," Troy said.

"Do it tomorrow honey," his mother said. "Get up to bed."

"Coming," Troy said, and after the door closed, they stood up and pulled up their pants.

Dustin felt a twinge of regret when Troy's prong disappeared from view, and after Troy led Dustin to the back entrance of the cellar, Troy said with a grin, "You owe me one, man."

"Want to come over to my place tomorrow?" Dustin suggested. "We don't go to work until 3. You could come over and we could - you know - mess around. My father works until 4."

"I'll be there. Noon okay?"

"Yeah," Dustin said as he left with a magazine in his back pocket.

At home, Dustin went up to his bedroom, locked the door behind him and took his clothes off before climbing into bed with the magazine. It was about 50 pages, many in color, and had three people in it, a girl and two guys.

One of the guys reminded Dustin a little of Troy, because his cock was long, thin and uncut too. Dustin studied the pictures that showed the other guy sucking that cock while the girl sucked his, and soon his hand was down stroking his boner.

Troy was right, Dustin thought. It did feel better when somebody else did it, but it felt good nonetheless, and he wished that Troy was there with him now, because he the way he was feeling he would definitely suck on Troy's cock now, even though he might not be too good at it.

Dustin came while imagining it was Troy's and him in those pictures, and even after he turned out the light to go to sleep, he thought of nothing else, even sucking on his thumb to get used to what he was going to be doing tomorrow.

...

Troy came over at 11:30, and they wasted no time getting to it. They went right to Dustin's bedroom, and after Dustin put a Jimi Hendrix album on the turntable, they got undressed.

"You took the magazine with you last night?" Troy said, laughing when he saw it on the night table. "How many times did you jerk off?

"Just once. This guy looked a little like you," Dustin said, showing his favorite picture, where the Troy look-alike was getting sucked by the other guy. "At least that's what I was imagining."

"Were you imagining that the other guy was you?" Troy asked, and when Dustin nodded Troy pulled him down to the bed.

"Don't be scared," Troy was telling Dustin as he knelt next to Troy, holding his stiff rod upright while he started to bend down but stopped short both times. "It's okay. You'll do great."

Dustin nodded and bent over again, sliding the foreskin down and pressing his lips to the tip of the cone before taking a deep breath and opening his mouth.

"Yes!" Troy sighed as Dustin's lips went halfway down the shaft before sliding back up, and when Dustin looked up at Troy for approval his friend nodded.

This isn't so bad, Dustin thought, and after he figured out how to keep his teeth off of Troy's cock he started to get more confident and better at it.

"Gonna cum man," Troy was saying, and while Dustin had heard him he kept going, and although he gagged a bit when the spunk first hit his throat, Dustin didn't stop.

Dustin didn't mind the taste, and the sensation of feeling Troy's cock throbbing in his mouth had sent shivers down his spine.

"That was so good man," Troy said, leaning up and kissing Dustin, his tongue savoring in the taste his own spunk, and although that was a bit off-putting to Dustin, he was so happy that he didn't mind.

They spent the afternoon sucking each other off nearly non-stop, and only with great reluctance did they get dressed for work.

"Did you see the last picture in that book?" Troy asked Dustin as he grabbed the magazine before they left, and Dustin nodded as he looked at the full color photo. "What do you think?"

"You mean - doing that?" Dustin asked, looked back and forth between Troy and the photo of the Troy look-alike, who was kneeling behind the other guy, and while you couldn't see what was doing, the expression on the face of the guy Troy was behind made it clear where he had put that cock of his. "That must hurt."

"I'd be gentle, I swear to you man," Troy said. "You could do it to me too."

"I dunno," Dustin said as they left for work. "Let me think about it."

Troy was very persuasive, using his oral skills in the bathroom at work on Dustin, and then again on the way home. When Troy asked him before they parted for the night whether he had thought about it, Dustin nodded.

"I just don't want it to hurt," Dustin said, and Troy was overjoyed.

"I'll be over early tomorrow, Troy said. "I swear it will be so good for you. I'll make it the greatest day of your life."

...

The greatest day of Dustin's life started at 9 the next morning. After they got each other undressed, Troy gave Dustin a massage with some oil he had brought with him. Dustin was nervous, but Troy was so gentle and the massage was so soothing that Dustin found himself relaxing despite his fear.

"Get up a little," Troy was saying as he positioned Dustin on all fours.

Dustin glanced over at Troy, and when he saw that long arching manhood slick with oil his heart started racing, the thought that somehow Troy was going to put that thing inside him making him tremble.

"It's okay, man," Troy was saying as he sensed Dustin's fear. "Let me get you ready."

Dustin nodded, and then felt something slick rub his anus before slipping in, Troy's fingers lid slowly in, causing Dustin to gasp in response to the probe.

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" Troy said. "You've got such a great ass. So tight and warm. I want to taste you."

Dustin felt his ass cheeks being spread apart, and then felt Troy's breath down there.

"Ooh!" Dustin gasped when he felt Troy's tongue work into his anus. "Oh man!"

It was as if Dustin had gotten an electric shock, his entire body tingling as Troy pushed his tongue as far into his anal cavity as she could while his hand reached down between Dustin's legs and grabbed his erection, milking him with a greased first while he rimmed him.

Dustin came fast, his cock spurting cum all over the sheets while Traffic played Dear Mr. Fantasy on the stereo, and for a while Dustin thought he would never stop cumming.

Then the tongue left his anus, and Troy was climbing behind Dustin, pressing the tip of his cock at the pink puckered ring. Troy had just slipped the head of his member into Dustin's virginal orifice when the world as Dustin knew it ended.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!!"

The two of them had been so into what they were doing, that along with their lust blinding them, the stereo had managed to mask the arrival of Dustin's father, but his bellowing as he stood in the doorway seeing his son getting a cock stuck up his ass made his entrance a dynamic one.

"FUCKING FRUITS!!!" Bob Wood screamed, and that was the nicest thing that came out of his mouth in the next 45 seconds, but the screaming was nothing compared to the mayhem that followed. Dustin got punched in the temple, sending him flying off the bed head first.

Troy made out worse, getting his nose broken from one of the several punches he got in the face along with a kick in a very private place, and he got thrown out of the front door of the house naked and bloodied.

Dustin jumped on his father's back in an attempt to stop his assault, but his father was too stoked up on anger and bourbon and threw his son off with ease. Dustin scrambled back to his room and pulled on a pair of pants, and after grabbing everything he could of Troy's, scrambled out his bedroom window just as his father was coming back in to kick his ass some more.

It was almost noon, so the sight of a naked guy and a nearly naked one out on the street did not go unnoticed. Dustin caught up with Troy, whose nose was leaking blood like a faucet and seemed in a daze, and managed to pull him off the street and into clothes before the police car arrived.

Someone had called at some point, and when they went into Dustin's house it took four of them to restrain Dustin's father, and only after they cuffed him and got him into the police car did the police talk to Troy and Dustin.

Dustin's father was arrested and would end up going to jail for six moths for the assault. It had not been a good day for Bob Wood, who had been fired that morning from his job after continuing to spiral downward after his wife's death and had it rock bottom.

The story behind the assault got out, and that made Dustin's life a living hell. He lost the job that he was using to get money for college textbooks for the fall, and was harassed and ridiculed constantly. With his father in jail, it fell upon the eighteen year old to somehow keep paying the bills, and he soon learned that there was little money after the expenses that went will his mother's passing.

No one would hire him, since he was something of a local celebrity even though he was one of the victims in the affair. Troy wanted nothing to do with him anymore, and then the bank started foreclosure on the house. The utilities were turned off for non-payment, and after all the food in the pantry was gone Dustin gave up.

He packed a duffel bag with some clothes and slipped out of the house in the middle of the night, leaving most of his life behind because there was nothing much he wanted to remember.

....

Dustin was originally going to hitchhike to California, but after six days he had only managed to make it close to Buffalo. At this rate, he thought, it would take a year to get there. He was broke and tired, and reeked even though he had been taking whore's baths in public restrooms and going through all of his changes of clothes in an effort to stay fresh.

It was while he was on a road near Buffalo, with the sun starting to disappear and a light rain beginning to fall, that a car that had just passed Dustin stopped. Dustin ran up to the car and when the man inside told him to hop in, he did so without hesitation.

Earlier in his trip Dustin had been cautious and selective, but not any longer. He just wanted to sit down in a soft seat and close his eyes, and as the driver started to engage him in some casual conversation Dustin began to relax.

The man said his name was Frank, and was driving back to Cleveland after a business trip. He explained to Dustin that he was going to be stopping soon to check into a motel before going on in the morning.

"That's okay, mister," Dustin said. "As far west as you can get me is good."

"I'd be glad to keep driving you tomorrow," Frank said. "Nice to have company on these long trips."

"I don't money for a..."

"We can share a room," Frank said, and as he spoke he put his right hand on Dustin's knee. "I can usually read people pretty well, and I get a sense from you that you're a open-minded guy."

Dustin looked over at the man, who was old enough to be his father, and as he hand went from his knee to his thigh, Frank added, "What do you say? You and me?"

Dustin started to sob, and then the dam broke and the tears started to flow. The man's hand jerked off of Dustin's knee, and after Dustin cried for a while he started telling the man everything. He had held it in for all these months, and now he let it out, leaving out nothing.

It wasn't like Dustin to open up, especially to a stranger, but he did nonetheless. From the initial contact with Troy, the moment when they were about to make love, and on through his father's attack and the ensuing humiliation and eviction from his house that let him to the front seat of the car, the man heard it all.

"I'm sorry son," the man said softly, and it was then that Dustin noticed that the car had been pulled over to the side of the road. "I can't imagine how horrible you must feel, and then I go starting to paw you."

"It's alright," Dustin said. "Maybe your hand - maybe I'm just so lonely and hurting, that I need someone - something."

"I know the feeling," Frank said, not wanting to burden the lad with the story of his wife passing a year ago, and now his life becoming an endless series of motel rooms in strange towns while trying to sell his company's products in an economy that was in the crapper.

Frank leaned over and put is arms around Dustin, and although it was awkward and cramped, the managed a very warm embrace, with Dustin putting his head on Frank's shoulder while hugging him hard.

"Thank you."

"The offer - about the motel room?" Frank said. "I want you to stay with me. Don't worry. I won't do anything to you, I promise. We'll get you cleaned up and you can get a good night's rest." 

They ended up at a Super 8 just off the Thruway, and after they got to the room Frank suggested that he could take Dustin's clothes across the street to a laundromat while Dustin took a shower, Dustin reluctantly agreed.

"I don't have - I don't know when or if I can ever pay you back for this."

"Don't worry about it," Frank said. "Why don't you go into the bathroom and get those soggy things off too? Toss them outside the door when you do."

In the shower, as Dustin scrubbed off the evidence of his time on the road, he started to feel alive again. Being with somebody that seemed to like him and care about him was something he hadn't experienced in months, and it felt good.

Dustin knew what the man wanted, and what he had in mind when he put his hand on his knee in the car, but Dustin didn't care, and he would do whatever Frank wanted. It was a small price to pay to spend time with someone decent.

After Dustin dried off and brushed his teeth, he wrapped the little motel towel around him as best he could and went out to the room. Frank had come back, explaining that the clothes would be washed and folded and ready for him around 9 the next morning.

"Thanks," Dustin said. "Hope I didn't use all the hot water."

After Frank went into the bathroom, Dustin sat on the edge of one of the twin beds, feeling awkward because he had nothing to cover his except the damp towel. Dustin dimmed the light and climbed into the bed next to the wall, wondering what this would be like.




Runaway



Frank seemed like a nice guy, and although he had looked a little like his father to him at first, in fact the two men had little in common. Frank was much gentler and actually listened to him when he talked. He was tall and balding, but seemed in good shape for a guy who was probably close to 60.

When Frank emerged from the shower Dustin pretended his eyes were closed and watched as Frank puttered around the room quietly. Frank had a little belly on him and was a hairy guy, with a mat of silver and grey on his chest and fur on his back as well. In the brief seconds Frank was naked before pulling on a fresh pair of boxers, Dustin saw his privates.

Going to see them in a few seconds anyway, Dustin reasoned as he saw his benefactor's cock swinging around. His cock was a lot like Troy's, being long and slender, but Frank's seemed even longer, and his cocoa colored organ was circumcised.

The light went out, with only the street light that peeked in through the sides of the curtains providing any illumination, and through his nearly shut eyelids Dustin saw the tall shape coming around between the beds.

"Good night Dustin," Frank said, bending over and kissing the top of his head before stepping over to the other bed and sliding under the sheets.

Dustin looked at the lump shifting under the sheets in the other bed and realized that Frank had told the truth. He wasn't going to bother him and was really trying to help, and then Dustin closed his eyes while waiting to see whether Frank would eventually come over to share his bed.

It was about a half hour later that the move was made. The sheets came down and then the three steps needed were taken over to the other bed. The hand came over to the bare shoulder just above the sheet and then came the whisper.

"Frank?"

"Dustin?" Frank said. "Is something wrong?"

"No," Dustin replied. "I was just wondering if I could - you know - get in bed with you?"

"Of course," Frank whispered, sliding over as Dustin climbed in, and although it was a bit cramped, that was the way Dustin wanted it.

"You've been so nice to me," Dustin said. "Can't believe someone would help somebody that they didn't even know."

"I haven't done all that much," Frank said as they lay on their sides facing each other. "Someday, maybe you will be in a position to help someone that's having a rough time."

"If I do and can, I will. I promise"

"That's thanks enough then, Dustin."

"Uh - back in the car," Dustin said. "When you..."

"I'm sorry about that, son" Frank said. "I was just a lonely man with an active imagination and roaming hands."

"No, Frank," Dustin said. "I meant the hug. Can we?"

"Of course," Frank said, and they wrapped their arms around each other and embraced once again.

This time, they were both naked except for the boxer shorts Frank was wearing, and as Dustin held his new friend tight he felt the warmth of the older man's body, and he reveled in the feel of Frank's hairy torso against his smooth skin. Dustin's hands caressed his furry back and when their lower bodies ground against each other it was Dustin doing the pressing.

"Dustin? Don't feel like you have to," Frank began.

"I don't have to," Dustin said as he slid his hand down between them and worked his way into the boxer shorts. "I want to."

Dustin pulled out Frank's flaccid hose and held it against his own cock, which was erect and throbbing, squeezing the cock flesh together while asking Frank, "Unless you don't want me."

Frank's answer was surging in Dustin's hand, and after they ground into each other Dustin slid down to the end of the bed, pulling down the boxer shorts and exposing Frank's long and now quite stiff cock.

Dustin didn't make any false starts toward the throbbing cock he held upright. His mouth went right to the mushroom-shaped head and he let his lips slide down over the ridge and down the heavily veined shaft of Frank's manhood.

Dustin felt Frank's hand on his thighs, and he let the older man move him so that he was above him, straddling his face with his crotch. Dustin felt Frank's mouth take him in, inhaling his member right down to his balls, which were on Frank's forehead.

Dustin came first, releasing a torrent of his seed into his benefactors mouth which Frank swallowed eagerly, and that allowed Dustin to slide down and finish Frank off.

It took a while, but not, as Frank told him, because he wasn't doing a good job. The older man was savoring the moment, he explained, because being with a good looking young man wasn't something he was used to. 

Afterward, Dustin went back up and wrapped his arms around his new friend, enjoying the moment while dreading having to go back out on the road again tomorrow, alone and on his journey to who knows where.

"I don't know where exactly you'll end up," Frank said.

"California seems like a million miles away," Dustin said as he hugged Frank like a teddy bear. "Even if I get there I don't know what I'll do."

"If you want," Frank suggested. "You can come with me to Cleveland. I've got plenty of room at my place, and you could stay with me for a while. I might be able to help you find a job, and if you like Cleveland maybe you could start again there."

"Really?"

"Sure. Look, there's no strings attached to this," Frank explained. "You'd have your own room and you certainly aren't obligated in any other way. Maybe you'll find somebody your own age and..."

"Would I be able to stay in your room with you? Dustin asked. "I'm tired of being alone. This right now - I love this. I need this. Don't really want anybody else right now."

"I do too," Frank said, savoring the warm embrace they were sharing. "Maybe we both are what we need right now."

*** 

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