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The following story is for adults and contains graphic descriptions of sexual contact between adolescent and adult males and the power imbalance of these relationships. Like so many of my stories, this is a voyage and return.
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Levi 2
It?s about a boy. It is about, Do no harm.*Levi knows he has been the hypocrite Hippocratic physician all his life. He tried to work Nguyen Huu Tuan out of his life, live for his squad, And we would all go down together. Romantic Billy Joel crap, but the song captured young Levi?s heart well enough: Live for them. Levi tried and maybe he succeeded as he paced the hospital wards and wielded a scalpel like a priestly rite. But you do harm anyway, don?t you?*Who has not slipped on an affordable pair of shoes knowing sweatshop minions sent it to you? Levi is a member of the greatest throw-away generation of all time. All that Internet porn and the world?s throw-away children waiting desperate on the street to sell you the only commodity they can offer. You know it is wrong, but you have to take it anyway. It is plastic sanitized, right down to the condom Levi rolls over his cock. Take the kid out of the wrapper, toss out the trash.
Fourteen?s dirty socks slipped off the dashboard and now he is inelegantly sprawled in the passenger seat, long legs and soft lips lips parted. Levi is going to have a traffic accident checking out the membrane eyelids fringed with boy-rich lashes. Levi is pushing the Luxor down Interstate 76 aiming to skirt Pittsburgh. A shopping mall, hardware store, or sports outlet would help him out. The old hypocrite is problem solving Fourteen.
It?s the hierarchy of needs, kiddo. Levi is explaining all this to the snips and snails, and puppy dogs tails, sugar and spice boy dreaming beside him. We have an ideal self we want to be, but the cock-hard physical need for you wants to be quenched first, foremost. ?You had me at [oh my God yes] hello.? Levi reflects. Levi checks the gages. He has been all Hybrid responsible, but the fuck everything, Thelma and Louise drive off the cliff holding Fourteen?s hand scenario has left Levi only interested in how far he can push this Paul-Bunyan-sized carbon footprint of an RV before he has to stop and deal with getting gas. Sleeping [tangerine] Beauty and Sugar Daddy need to have the talk. Lay down some ground rules, share expectations. Some tricks lay down their Ten Commandments before they step in the door. All the Thou Shalt Nots*hedging their young bodies (Don?t scratch the paint). Not Childe Fourteen at the Dark Tower, sleep first, it seems. Aw, the kid just snored!
Fourteen wakes up in a Walmart parking lot with a hard on beating against the oversized undershirt. He can see the place far across the empty parking lot. Sedans and SUVs, the waiting remuda of modern travel, graze on blacktop near the blue entrance. It is Walmart every-anywhere. Luxor Winnebago is sort of shaded by a row of trees far out on the rim near Murphy USA. Fourteen could lose himself in a Walmart. It has happened, when he was five.
Fourteen twists around, the slim old man is resting on the long couch, one leg draped over the other, thin shank old man style. Reading glasses perch on his thin nose. He is peering at a MacBook Air. The long interior is a cozy cocoon of drawn blinds and turn of the century design.
Fourteen frees himself and heads past Levi to the bathroom, because while getting boned is a Fourteen routine, this one is about half a day bound in a Bronco and the latest Dreamtime. There is solid door privacy for the toilet. No gotta-go-everyone-get-out porta potty in the family tent trailer. Pee the porcelain, mom says. It is hardly a companionable silence. Fourteen would rather not think of it as the calm before the storm. His penis is deflating finally. He skins back his foreskin and lets his stream jet teen-strong. Should I try to shit?
Levi sets the laptop on the cushion and waits for Fourteen. The boy makes it to the folding door and stalls, hands deep in his pockets. ?Come here,? Levi keeps it gentle. Fourteen?s face makes Levi sad. ?Let?s see you then.? More quiet words. ?Take the shirt off.? There is no fight in Fourteen. He slips the borrowed shirt over his head and tosses it to couch. He is looking down at Levi, not away, adolescent hands seem to frame his groin. Levi slowly opens Fourteen?s well-opened shorts and enjoys the reveal of too-used briefs and a tight belly. He was a shaky closet sixties-teenager when he first did this with a boy. It is a familiar celebration of male beauty for Levi, now. Fourteen has been shopping his body for whatever reason, so this must be a familiar ritual for him too. This is no one night stand in the back alley for either of them, so Levi needs it to be a satisfying now*and after.
Down the briefs and shorts go, over hidden boy-bum and hard hips. Fourteen steps free, revealed. ?Hgh!? Levi grunts. ?Caveat emptor,? Levi sighs. Fourteen looks down at himself, uncertain, super shy. Levi dismisses the problematic foreskin and rotates Fourteen. Levi?s fingertips begin learning Fourteen?s curves and crevices. Here is attention Fourteen never got from the two men. Am I man-hot? He wants to know. This is the intimate touching he imagined on the twisted sheets of his dark bedroom. Sometimes, girls fingers (just in case), often some untouchable boy-crush.
Fourteen?s breathing shifts dramatically when Levi?s mouth captures Fourteen. It is an unexpected ride with the Luxor Winnebago windows offering a view. *Hips jerk forward and Levi is drawing Fourteen up that first, oh so high, lift that will drop his virgin roller coaster sex-car into the hairpin twists and corkscrew tumbles of his first cock-blowing ride.
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Soon it is, ?Oh God!? And Fourteen needs to steady himself on Levi?s shoulders. He has to see this and he has to stare right through the ceiling to the night-twinkling sky. Fourteen is that long and thick below his reset bush, needing to meet the mouth?s attentions. His cock is lathed in heat, a moment later it lies along the man?s nose as Levi?s lips and tongue molest his drum-tight scrotum. Fourteen simply has to arch his back and thrust forward, begging this Jedi Master to teach his Padawan Penis how to cum hard. ?No,? Fourteen starts the mantra, ?No, no, no, no, fuck no!? The little-boy moan is a soft prelude to the hard climax coming. It?s no longer words at all as Fourteen?s tense muscles disintegrate. He is flooding into Levi and his fingers clench on well-clenched sinewy muscles. The powerful ejaculations echo down the canyon of Fourteen?s sexual being.
Levi is back to trailing fingers over Fourteen?s perfect Tuan-shape. Hypocrite-happy, Fourteen is what he needs for this last journey. No rushed dark alleys in a soulless grapple this time. There is time*for this. Levi likes the poleaxed look on the boy?s face. He is an old dog and that was an old trick. First time? He wonders, unbelieving. Perhaps the two men in the Bronco never thought to let the tangerine taste of Fourteen lie on their tongues, more fool them.
Time was, this would be the prelude to a duet with many movements. After Tuan, before this final seeking, Levi loved many men. He likes the new beginning feel of Fourteen. The boy?s need-a-shower body is simply getting started. While Fourteen and his friends spilled out of the August Fair with happy thoughts to take them into tomorrow, it is lights out for Levi soon. Fourteen brings him back to happy thoughts too, and maybe, in his mind, Levi is jesting with dozens of men and boys at the midway exit. Fuck boys, we owned that ride and got our money?s worth. Maybe Levi is just in the happy now, pleased to catch the wonder in a boy?s eyes as he tickles small nipples hard and gets a fresh rise (as it were) out of Fourteen. Fingers wander back to the spent cock and Levi looks at the boy?s cowl. There is no hurry.
Playful slap on the tight squeezable rump. ?Go cook super.?
?What?? Fourteen thinks the Clouds and Rain were a prelude to the final Patrick shame-rape movement to this first duet. He took extra time in the bathroom just for this. Steeled himself for a Patrick-worthy soliloquy about his worthless, pussy-boy nature. When does the cum-rag, take it bitch rap start?
?I drive, you cook.? Levi decides the labour. He sits back on the couch, arms resting on the back. Time was, he would be punting the spent cock out of his Hybrid with cash. Now Fourteen stands before him teen-truculent arms on hips, wet-dog-wagging, don?t-want-to-take-the-trash-out attitude. ?Gotta to do your chores Fourteen.? Levi never learned dad-patience, but he had a good bedside manner, so they told him.
Tangerine-sly Fourteen throws a Hail Mary at Levi. ?How about I drive and you cook?? He has the sorry I struck out coach grin on his face. Levi sees the humour, loves the look, but chores are chores. ?I can?t cook!? Fourteen adds.
?You can make something, I?m sure.? Levi has not moved. He lifts a finger to the right. ?Kitchen cupboards, fridge, microwave, range; go explore the territory. I?m an old man Fourteen. I don?t eat much.? Fourteen bends for his forgotten shorts. ?I?d like to watch you.? Levi suggests quietly.
Fourteen calculates the soft words and the comfortable lines on the old man?s Ed Harris face. Ed Harris plays the good guys (mostly). Levi is not asking for the naked-walk-of-shame moment torturing Patrick?s after.*Fourteen wonders if maybe he is man-hot, cheerleader-touchable-suckable. Levi likes to look and Fourteen feels fine, almost not kidnapped, almost respected. cebeci escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/ankara-escort/cebeci-escort) He nods his head. He is the cook it seems.
Levi is not looking. Levi has a Google on his mind again, but he moves the thin slate of silver Apple to the little table. Fourteen?s a clever (naked) boy. He works his way around the pocket kitchen orienting himself to everything. His parents are gadget people. Levi looks like he is camping out. Fourteen nukes plastic packages all the time. Eggs are too much work, he tells his dad. Fancy food from Fourteen is grated cheese on Nachos. He sees the way through, suspecting he will need to build skills.
?We need some food.? Fourteen kept the first two scorched grilled cheese for himself. Munching on his mistakes while he produced crispy gold perfection for Levi. He added finger veggies on the side for the old man. No bag of potato chips for his adolescent hunger. Add that to the list. ?There is Walmart.? He points out the window. Luxor Winnebago living rules, Bronco backseat drools.
?We can shop, probably not tomorrow. I need a quiet place to stop.? Fourteen swallows hard and fear frames his face. The Beretta Nano is still tight against Levi?s hip. The men?s crude Conan the Barbarian dog chain is still glued to the rent-boy?s neck. ?How long have you been doing this??
?Four days, I guess.? It is a mumble past the wedge of grill.
?You are new. This must be hard. Those two men, were they your first tricks??
Fourteen places the remains of his buttery sandwich on the plate carefully. ?Tricks?? He asks, eyes down on the table.
Levi frowns,*Caveat emptor, how addled has my brain become? He decides to spell it out for the boy. ?You are a hustler, you know, prostitute. I paid a stiff finder?s fee for you. When we are done, I pay you enough to set you up where you wanted to go, fair trade.?
He already knew it was coming. Fourteen gives Levi the full effect of his bobcat self just sitting there jackrabbit (nude) boy in the chair. Eyes never leaving the sliver of grilled cheese. The whole before, after,*into the now bitter-bile story washes over Levi. There is trembling rage and hurt. This is an honest moment Nguyen Huu Tuan should have given Levi, before he took his last walk back into the Marine Barracks. Fourteen has angry tears when he winds down.
Unfortunate development, Levi concludes as he silently pulls the handy Beretta Nano free. ?Fourteen,? *when the boy looks at Levi?s update on John?s Saturday Night Special, there is no surprise in his eyes. ?Stand up slowly.? They rise together, a fresh duet on a new theme. ?Just walk to the bed and lie down.? Levi is not even trying for a calm bedside manner. Fourteen lies on his back, eyes following Levi?s fumble for the kinky handcuffs in the nightstand. Without a word, he rolls away from Levi, bringing his hands behind his back. ?No, that is not necessary.? Levi catches a shoulder and pulls him gently back. ?Just give me your wrists.? The wrists are so thin above the adolescent hands. ?Is that okay?? Levi asks softly. ?I?m sorry. You threw a real curve at me and I have to think.?
Fourteen is fetal-boy curled around his uncertainty. 105 pounds of sexual assaulted boy and kidnapping charges landed right in Levi lap. This is just deserts, Levi knows. He thinks his way through while cleaning up the kitchen. Not good, not part of the sort of consensual man-boy journey back to Tuan. Fourteen (naked) on the bed had a name. Levi remembers it. Google gives up the goods. Levi looks at milk-carton sad Fourteen. It is still a hierarchy of needs and Levi needs to end this with Tuan. Fourteen?s looks are Tuan-wrong, years younger, but just-citrus-Tuan-right. Even the ugly beginning of the story, those two men playing a callous M16 across Fourteen?s future, makes it better. No question, Fourteen needs to see this through with Levi. Tuan rightness in everything.
Levi, a clever (armed) man, works his way around the new problem. He is all Go Go Gadget MacGyver or the 1996 Luxar Winnebago would have been roadkill long ago. Levi fits the pieces together in his head before he unclips the unequalizer and leaves it on the table.
Stroke boy?s bird nest mop of hair. ?Sorry Fourteen, I can?t let you go, not yet.? He holds the last part out to the little bird, keep hope alive maybe. Levi pushes against a shoulder, till Fourteen lets himself rest on his back. ?It is complicated. I need you along. I need this.? Here, Levi lets his finger trace over the boy?s body. Levi bends over to kiss the imperfect boy cock. ?I know you don?t understand.? He sucks the tube into his mouth.
Oh, Fourteen understands the mad-Patrick killer-John of it all. The old man suckling his cock is lost in his own twisted before and after*use-the-teen nightmare. Fourteen has to ask himself if that is what growing up means, being psycho-regretful of some sick moment in your life. Patrick and Levi, working out some dementia on innocent people. Okay, this guy is too into my cock!
Fourteen is giving his crotch up to Levi like that too-like-mom Alice spread her legs for two and a half men: Bone killing thought. ?Levi,? manacled hands nudge the vacuum cleaner to get his attention. ?You like to do this? Suck my cock? Are you gay??
Levi has been fingering his still tenderized anus. Doctor hands conscious of the bruising. ?Since I was twelve.? Levi pauses. ?Have you figured it out yet, Fourteen??
Should Fourteen out himself on the bed here, cock suggesting an answer to the man who wants to keep him captive? If he says he is, does that make this alright? ?Maybe, probably.? Fourteen closes his eyes and starts his second ride on the rollercoaster. Whatever the old man?s nightmare before and after are, the now seems to be a no shame filled assault on Fourteen. ?So I?m your pussy boy slut??
Levi pulls off the popsicle with a smack. ?Redneck, closet homo, Juvie breeders. They let you think you?re dirty?? This is the worst the mild mannered old man has dredged up so far. Fourteen watches him hover over the cantilever of his cock. ?You are a boy, I suppose.? Kiss, ?Slut is as slut does.? Small lick. ?Don?t let that one worry you. Fourteen to forty gets pretty slutty*if you decide you are gay-single.? Fourteen laughs. The knife twisting in his gut vanishes. ?Look at your wrists, I pulled a gun on you boy. No, I don?t think you are a pussy.? Levi turns a hard eye on Fourteen. The man is reading his face for something. ?You will wait, won?t you? When the time is right, you will be ready. We will see, Jeremy.? Fourteen gets the vibe that Levi really means, bring it on boy.
Fourteen rides the new rollercoaster twice more that night. Once, deep in the night when an old man can?t sleep. Fourteen is adolescent half awake in a wet dream when he comes. Levi is old as the hills, grandpa old, but almost Patrick fit. Levi has been natty-gay-vain all his life, keeping fit to chase down partners, run from entropy. You might say it has been a well run marathon. Fourteen watched him strip down to revealing briefs, wondering if everything still worked behind the cotton and partch paper skin. No answer to that the first night.
Dreamtime-Fourteen turns to stare down a Saturday Night Special with its full chambers. John dances the stubby piece around his naked body. It touches the boy?s engorged penis. He is alert to the machine oil danger that should send him into a bobcat fury. He cannot jackrabbit either. Fourteen feels the coils of his clothes warning him there is no escape. Just change the story,*Jeremy scolds clinically.
Fourteen?s arm twists free of the fabric. ?My granddad?s piece. It?s seen things.? John?s quiet voice. Fourteen feels the piss pressure in his loins. John?s gun caressed his face. It is a memory branding his identity. He can never run from his own not running, not fighting back. The gun on his face like some straight razor stripping teenage manhood. John?s threat kissing his parted lips, tongue probing the shaft, unforgettable, unforgivable. I can?t change the dream, Jeremy morns.
Fourteen wakes in the steady massage of truck tires beating a rhythm over Interstate 76. Levi might be Go-Go-Gadget-MacGyver but the road has earthquake-jostled the craftsmanship. The boy lies listening to the Luxor flex its parts. The threat of John?s gun was so real. So many things he should have said under the gun. Too much silence, he knows, unforgivable. Regrets of the before*it seems. He woke in a new now, wrapped in sheets, still hard from the need to piss.
The smooth highway is not smooth enough. His mom joked about this once. Grandpa Franklin driving the camper van off with Grandma still sleeping. Grandpa Joe was an early riser, and so it seems is Fourteen. He strokes his morning wood recalling last night?s attention, not minding the memory of it one bit. Levi likes the boy-bits John and Patrick ignored, treating him like a woman.
Levi took the handcuffs off. That prompts an angel-wing spread in mom and dad?s queen-sized bed. The air conditioner whisper holds the Midwest heat at bay. This is luxury incarcerate. Fourteen sits up and out onto the gentle swell. Fourteen has been making his own bed since he discovered the love-that-cannot-be-named-to-mom for his own boy-toy. He smooths the sheets and covers back over the fresh memory of climax (climax, climax), and then pauses at the pocket door by the shower tub. Sheets and showers are a boy?s best friend till Levi?s lips introduced themselves politely to his cock. He wants the stink-touch of the two men off his body. John fucked him hard and poured him quivering into the Bronco beside the indifferent Patrick. Fourteen needs a shower.
Pocket door to pocket door, ?Can I take a shower?? He calls to Levi at the far end.
?Yes,? Levi calls back. ?Keep it short. Get dressed too.? Fourteen is glad for that. He likes the old man?s obvious admiration, but not strutting his stuff to passing cars. Two exquisite bits of art find wall space in the living room. One is about a slender man between wardrobes. Levi likes Fourteen that way too. Fourteen is performance art. The Midwestern teenager would not know that.
Washed clean, Fourteen bounces into çeşme escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/izmir-escort/cesme-escort) the shotgun recliner and folds his legs. Levi forgets to mention his seatbelt. The old man is busy with a tricky section of road congestion and the migrain-memory of what is growing in his head. Fourteen feels clean, but he is wearing the same fear-sweat, cum-leaking clothes Patrick snatched him in. This unexpected campout is stretching into a week. The Hershey brothers kept him for four days. ?How long do you think, Levi??
?Long time, Fourteen.? Levi, eyes on the road and mirrors. ?Still fourteen??
Is he Fourteen or Jeremy?*It takes a moment for Fourteen to realize that was not the question. ?My birthday is February 14th, Valentines Day.? The boy grins the happy-heart coincidence. ?Then I?m fifteen.? Fourteen all little-boy-competitive wants Levi to pass the stainless steel milk truck they are tailgating. The Luxor is no sports car. He has to content himself watching the sameness of middle America flow past.
?Long past your birthday, kid.? Levi interrupts the boy?s thoughts. ?Still Fourteen in March, I think.? Which answers the unasked question. Fourteen nods, understanding.? He is Fourteen till he is Jeremy Gates again. Fourteen wraps the precious name in tangerine foil, oh so carefully. The present is tucked away for later.
?Where are we going?? There is a painful Hershey-Pricks silence between them. Fourteen wants Google Map directions all the way to Still-Fourteen-in-March at any rate. He remembers the Pennsylvania Park anguished-surprise, not liking it. Seven months riding shotgun with Levi. Fourteen has no idea what that will look like beyond the three (four) blowjobs.
?Lake Michigan, I suppose.? Levi finally replies. Hide the boy?s hot needle in a haystack. Sort out the obvious jackrabbit/bobcat latency in this adolescent collateral damage to Levi?s final solution. Levi was a surgeon. John had his kill-zone, Levi had his zone in the operating room. Practice your procedure till you can do it automatically. Same necessary intensity, different outcome: Do no harm.*
Fourteen fidgets, Akron-bored. ?Get me an egg scrambled between two halves of toast. Bring up some juice too,? He stops the boy before he gets out of the chair. ?Three shakes of hot sauce, no salt. Use the spray oil on the iron pan, otherwise it will be hard to clean. Just wipe out the pan, don?t wash.? Fourteen is poised for more. ?Okay, go.?
Fourteen eats his three eggs and stack of toast at the table. He did okay preparing the movable feast. It beats an Egg McMuffin in the back seat of the Bronco. ?Are we going to run out of water?? Fourteen knows a thing or two about his grandparents? RV. There is the toilet stuff too. It is all under control, Levi assures him. Fourteen is the one not in control. He is fingernail-picking at the keyring lock on John?s chain as he tries to decide what to do next.
Dejavu daily, Fourteen decides. Levi Fisher has a thing about the anonymity of box store parking lots. The Luxor Winnebago is evening friendly with an eighteen-wheeler. Werner, We Keep America Moving; Fourteen has read this six times. It is like a visual earworm boring into his brain. The driver climbed into the side sky blue cab, noticed Fourteen cooking, and waved a lazy hand. Another RV parked closer to the red-shade Applebees. Their awning opened up towards Walmart?s setting sun. Cocktails on the asphalt beech no less. Potted plant greening the anti-green car pasture. The grey couple mime interest in the Luxor Winnebago. Levi suspects the neighbourly thing to do is walk over with a Chardedey, exchange zip codes, measure RV-cocks.
Fourteen is three hours from home on I 71. Think about it. He has been through Akron, backseat-oblivious, clutching a Nintendo. ?Did you see the barges Jeremy?? Mom asks; Nada, Fourteen sees the sniper in the tower, that is all. Unfortunately, he is undergunned, much like the standoff in the Luxor Winnebago. Great Lakes bound, Fourteen retreats. Cooking supper, the boy casts back over the day. Endless driving, few words between the man and him. It ends where it starts.
Fourteen was a little tied up (ball-gagged) while Levi took the shopping list across the parking lot to Walmart. Levi did it gently, calmly explaining the impracticality of Fourteen-free. His strong-finger touch is oddly calming. ?I?ll pick up some clothes.? Levi sits bedside-manner beside the boy. How many times have I sat beside these young people? Offering measured words, withholding the bitter truth. He learned the calmness in the harsh-after*of Tuan. Helping terrified boys into the blessed Morphine-grace of peace. Doing what he could until the chopper-cowboys made their drop into the day?s tropical fuck-fest. Boston ER was nothing to that. Surgical rounds were a monastic meditation after that.
?I won?t yell.? Fourteen assures, pillow-propped on the Queen-sized bed.
?Just to be careful.? Levi replies.
?Please don?t hurt me.? Tears, eyes on the Pokémon Ball hovering at his lips. Levi?s side drawer has toys.
?Not my thing, Fourteen.? Levi?s friendly smile says it all. Been there, bought the T-shirt long ago. ?Gag is a reflex, kid. Sometimes when the turn is a bit too sharp, it?s nice to have something to hold on to. You yell a bit, wake the neighbors. Open wide,?
They are driving into the cold as August gives way to September leaves. Before East, Far East, Levi is headed North. Ohio board shorts give way to slacks, which is too sad. Pillow-propped, handcuffed, ball-gagged, bare-legged knees apart, Fourteen is a tempting target. Target would be better than Walmart, Levi reflects, needs must. Fingers slide down silken thigh, tickling towards Fourteen?s dirty underwear heat. Levi is just taking the pulse. Uncut-near-perfect swells under cotton: Fourteen?s natural gag reflex.
Levi browses the isles of Fourteen?s groin, adding items to his list, tasting the offered samples, feeling the tangerine ripeness of each item. Just to prove a point, there is the Pokémon-proof sound of Fourteen telling it like it is (missed color commentary maybe). Waste not, want not, Levi decides. Lose the board-short, boxer-brief interference, deep-throat-deep-breath Fourteen. Behind the ball gag, Fourteen is explaining something to him. Levi is deaf to that. The only language he understands is the hip-thrust, pucker-squeezing rise. The only mouth he wants to hear is the life-salty mumbles coming from Fourteen?s oozing cock. Tongue-tip French-kisses tight lips, coaxing a response.
You know nothing, Jon Snow. John and Patrick know nothing. Levi knows. Fourteen feels the familiar August storm turbulence-wind flowing outward. Jeremy Gates is Fourteen, praising the moment. He cannot run from this. It is his nature. Ball-gagged, he curls tight-torso into the reflex-orgasm. No means yes, but the panting syllable is so much grunting to Levi. Levi is listening to the taste of the always-answer spilling from teen cock. ?We will pick this up later.? Levi warns. There is no Walmart bargain better than this boy.
Fourteen is off the cum-high like a drug addict between fixes. Levi?s magic is just a wet dream memory fading like saliva on a boy?s spent cock. Ohio is home, though the practicality is, he has no idea where they are without a Google Map. The domestic chore of packing away groceries, (sort of) cooking supper while Levi self-entertains on his laptop. ?Have a glass of wine, if you like.? Fourteen does.
The morning eggs were too hard. Lunch sandwich, more cheese and butter toasted better in an iron grill. Levi has not despaired, but Fourteen is hardly Red Seal at the moment. ?Give it time,? Levi advises philosophically. Time, Fourteen dreads. Supper is a bag salad and frozen Chicken Cordon Bleu, more wine. Fourteen scarfs down two while Levi is picking at his salad. ?You have a healthy appetite.? Levi observes. ?That?s good,? he adds, not wanting the boy to think he criticizes.
Fourteen slumps back more casually than he feels. The new clothes are good fit. Levi has an eye for this. It is unimaginative. Levi presented multiple sets of black jeans, white undershirts, socks, and white dress shirts. Fourteen feels like a waiter at the Old Canal Smokehouse. It is summer-swamp and the Luxor Winnebago is off the grid. Fourteen sits shirtless. He clears his throat and appreciates a sip of red wine.
?I?ve been thinking about your offer. I appreciate your getting me away from John and Patrick. I?m pretty sure they were going to kill me.? Fourteen takes another sip, open carry Beretta Nano reminder still on Levi?s belt. Levi listens politely. He is a gentleman. ?I want to go home. School is starting. Mom and dad must be sick, worrying about me. I mean, you thought*I was a? a??
?Rent boy??
?Okay, That.? Fourteen agrees. ?Well, I?m not. So, I think I will just say, thanks, and take off. You have a cool old camper here. You?re nice. The offer of a ride to California is pretty awesome, but not for me. This is not my thing, sorry.? Shy eyes study the worn face from under lashes only a boy could have.
?Where are you from?? Levi asks, incurious.
?Chillicothe,? Fourteen smiles tangerine.
?That?s close. Three hours, and you are home.? Levi smiles, then turns to thoughtful. ?So you what, head over to the store? Hitchhike home??
?Well, phone home I suppose. Wait for them to pick me up.? Fourteen licks his lips. He has a wine-buzz, takes a bigger sip. Levi leans over with the bottle, topping up his glass.
?You could go to the police.? It is a suggestion. Levi is helping work through the best alternatives. His own glass of wine sits half full by the half-eaten plate. Fourteen meets his eyes.
?I just want to go home.? He repeats. I won?t tell the police about all this.*Levi looks back calmly. Fourteen knows*saying that out loud is pointless. Levi finally picks up his glass.
?I?m ill,? he begins. ?Very ill.? He waves a gnarled hand as if to dismiss the importance of that. I have some stops to make. People I need to see. I?ve realized you are essential to that. Frankly, it is a bit more meaningful, sharing this with you.?
?Another boy,?
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?I want to go home.?
?You will go home.? It?s a comforting prospect. One possibility, at least. ?I have my plans. You have to understand*that they cannot*be changed. Fourteen?s prognosis is as certain as his own.
?If I don?t want to??
?Trust me, Jeremy. This is for the best. I have been where you are, learning who*you are, accepting who you are. This will be for the best. You will see.? Levi nods at the gravity of his words. Absolute adult certainty, delivered in the calmness of his authority, wisdom, and experience.
?You saved my life.?
Levi waits the boy out, knowing Fourteen could lean his way. The over processed chicken and too sweet salad sit reproachfully on his plate. Levi knows his lack of appetite is a bad sign.
?John probably was going to kill me. You got me out of there, but I think I deserve to go home.?
Levi considers his next careful-honest-manipulative words carefully. ?Not every good act is intentional. When I was young, I helped someone without thinking. I saved their life. Right place, right time.? Though truth to tell, it really was (horribly) not. ?That person kept me safe. It is like that, maybe. I need your strength right now. It is best for both of us.?
He is only fourteen and used to believing what people tell him, trusting people more than he believes his own heart. If he was older, sixteen or seventeen, just that much more experienced, it might have been different. His ideas about the world were unproven. He might have realized the erotic waves he was experiencing with the worldly Levi were drowning good sense and his feelings for his parents. He was suddenly an object of male desire in a heterosexual world of repression. There is Levi?s distrustful bondage and the ever present Beretta Nano, signifying bad things coming to him. but he is too young and far outside the boundaries of the little he knows.
Levi takes another sip of wine, knowing the six ounces he allows himself will not help the headache he has earned driving through the day. He wonders if Fourteen knows his look of consternation, is drop dead sexy. Levi imagines a teacher dragged inexorably across a room of flapping hands, maybe lay an inappropriate hand on Fourteen?s shoulder, just to be there.*
?Better clean things up.? Fourteen sighs. He nods uncertain acceptance. Bobcat claws recede for now. Nothing is settled in his mind. The Luxor Winnebago door is still open for the jackrabbit moment. The old man moves about the Luxor Winnebago drawing blinds, as Fourteen cleans. This is the necessary prelude-privacy. The dishes-cutlery clink subdued in the hot-water sink. A cloud of soap clings to Fourteen?s forearm. He brushes it, and then there is the whisper tingle on his skin. Light Levi fingers passing through the forest-antenna of his pubic hair. Fourteen remembers the prelude-shiver-moment.
There might be restless TV on the fussy satellite while Levi rests-reads, but all is unresolved between them. Fourteen watches the water swirl and puts a gleaming glass just so on the counter. He sucks a lip between his teeth, imagining a twilight walk across the Walmart parking lot. Moving into the fluorescent harshness of the store, reconnecting with the lost before-sanity. There is the prelude-shiver-presence of Levi behind him.
Levi runs a hand across the cotton-blend sculpture of teenage ass, letting the seduction slide around a hip and up the corrugated weave of white undershirt. It comes to rest, cupping breast, fingertips tasting the musky pit-tangle. Slight pressure brings Fourteen back on heels against his chest, while busy fingers open a beltless waistband. Levi seduces him with silence and third-base theft. He lives for this. This is the timeless now*communion-commingling of hot afternoon Da Nang. This boy growing in his hands is the Tuan-right before.*
Fourteen?s musky male tangerine is a melange of lemongrass, ginger, mint, and coriander. His young voice rings of Saigon cinnamon, bird"s eye chili, lime, and Thai basil leaves rustle in the air around him. Fourteen is a feast for the soul. Levi needs to bind him.
There is an open carry Beretta Nano reminder laid close beside the bed, before Levi services his insatiable appetite with a hard-cock tongue lashing. ?I will fix this.? Levi assures Fourteen. Fix what? Fourteen wonders. Fix kidnapping, or give his throbbing cock the last rights? They have yet to fuck. Fourteen remembers Patrick, painful. Both young men hammering home contempt. Shocking Fourteen out of his dreamy man-sex romance.
Fourteen has after-doubts, but*there is this thing Levi introduces into the familiar ride. It is a stomach-dropping tongue lash across and in fucked-sensitive fourteen-year-old anus. To hell with the Beretta Nano reminder, Fourteen tells the world what that feels like (Pause in the action to insert the ball gag). Then it goes on. There would be quivering boy on the floor if kindly Ed Harris did not had a firm grip on the emergency exit. ?Tuan,? Fourteen catches before his cock is re-engulfed. Levi?s lips and two fingers up his ass apply the defibrillator. Clear, and Fourteen?s tight ass is juiced off the sheets, clenched around the prostate examination. Jackrabbit plans are fucked.
Body of Work
If you are here on the midway then you have come to the carnival seeking entertainment, company and of course excitement. There are a dazzling array of rides suited your every mood. There are gentle rides that conjure up soft memories of youth and rides that lift you from the dreariness of your grind and send you flying ageless through the night. There are also the side shows?
If you are here then you are in the house of mirrors captivated by the reflections around you. They are all curved in some way. Every mirror is imperfect and every mirror draws your attention to something new. The mirrors magnify or diminish parts of what we think is real. Sometimes you like what you see and sometimes you don"t. Sometimes you believe what you see and sometimes you can"t be sure what has been distorted. The distortions are intentional and we flatter ourselves into believing the mirrors only stand arrayed like this in such places as the midway. Before you go back to the mirrors of your life step closer to this one.
Eliot Moore, 2007
Here is a summary of the wide variety of other stories I have published.
Dark Thoughts Rising: This story was posted to Nifty in April 2017. Keegan Bressler (14) and his best friends Rey and Davon rape Keegan?s stepbrother Rowan Pense (12) during the course of a drunken party. The three boys embark on a desperate struggle to keep the shattered and confused Rowan from revealing their crime. As events unfold, Keegan and Davon fail to fight their inner demons. Rowan begins his own journey, hiding the truth from his closest friend, Hayden, until he reaches the breaking point.
https://www.//gay/authoritarian/dark-thought-rising/
Awakenings: This ghost story was posted to Nifty in November 2016. Middle aged divorcee Jake begins renovating a 1900?s Craftsman home in an old neighbourhood. He becomes entangled with Will, the 18-year old ghost of a Great War veteran and Chris, a 15-year old homeless addict on a desperate quest. As Jake?s failed life is rejuvenated by his love affair with Will, he slowly pieces together the hundred-year-old connection that has brought the three of them together.
https://www.//gay/adult-youth/awakening.html
For Your Eyes Only: This novella was posted to Nifty in November 2010. Simon meets Glyn and his younger brother James one August evening during a neighbourhood game. Simon and Glyn become fast friends but it is Simon"s secret game with James Fleming that helps Simon accept his hidden self.
http://west.//gay/highschool/for-your-eyes-only/
A Fragile Light:*This story was posted to Nifty December, 2009. Graham (28) goes to the Christmas Eve service to be with his husband John. He is alienated from his deeply religious family and detached from the warmth of the service. He identifies a kindred spirit teenage Theo and learns they have more in common than he thought as Theo is joined by Jesse. Graham leaves strengthened by the encounter.
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Janus: This story was posted to Nifty July 2009. Michael (18) is coaxed into attending a summer party by his older sister. He is college bound and uncertain about the choices he has made. At the party, his encounters with Lauren (19) and Scott (20) help him discover himself and make a decision about his future.
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Hound:*This story was first posted to Nifty the summer of 2008. The first draft was completed in 2005 and in truth I sat on it a long time before I decided to post it. Six-year-old Ethan Yates is abducted off the streets by a pedophile ring. Cast into a nightmare world he struggles to hold on to his identity. Isolated and confused, he clings to fourteen-year-old Peter. As the years pass their mutual need develops into an indestructible bond.
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Turbulence:*This novel was first posted on Nifty between February and June of 2007. Fourteen year old Daniel Murrell finds the hazing at Riverview High School as freshie a serious challenge. He negotiates it with the help and hindrance of his friends. After a long year of discovery, he comes to terms with his fty//gay/highschool/turbulence/*(first edition) and
http://www.dabeagle/storymainpages/turbulence.html*(second edition)
Recovery:*This story was first posted to Nifty in January 2007. Sixteen year old Greg Cox reluctantly joined his father in a small rural village in Saskatchewan. There his life becomes entwined with fourteen year old Seth Patterson. As he is slowly drawn closer to Seth he struggles with the memories and guilt associated with the loss of his mother, brother and sister while coming to terms with his gle/storymainpages/recovery.html
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Levi 2
It?s about a boy. It is about, Do no harm.*Levi knows he has been the hypocrite Hippocratic physician all his life. He tried to work Nguyen Huu Tuan out of his life, live for his squad, And we would all go down together. Romantic Billy Joel crap, but the song captured young Levi?s heart well enough: Live for them. Levi tried and maybe he succeeded as he paced the hospital wards and wielded a scalpel like a priestly rite. But you do harm anyway, don?t you?*Who has not slipped on an affordable pair of shoes knowing sweatshop minions sent it to you? Levi is a member of the greatest throw-away generation of all time. All that Internet porn and the world?s throw-away children waiting desperate on the street to sell you the only commodity they can offer. You know it is wrong, but you have to take it anyway. It is plastic sanitized, right down to the condom Levi rolls over his cock. Take the kid out of the wrapper, toss out the trash.
Fourteen?s dirty socks slipped off the dashboard and now he is inelegantly sprawled in the passenger seat, long legs and soft lips lips parted. Levi is going to have a traffic accident checking out the membrane eyelids fringed with boy-rich lashes. Levi is pushing the Luxor down Interstate 76 aiming to skirt Pittsburgh. A shopping mall, hardware store, or sports outlet would help him out. The old hypocrite is problem solving Fourteen.
It?s the hierarchy of needs, kiddo. Levi is explaining all this to the snips and snails, and puppy dogs tails, sugar and spice boy dreaming beside him. We have an ideal self we want to be, but the cock-hard physical need for you wants to be quenched first, foremost. ?You had me at [oh my God yes] hello.? Levi reflects. Levi checks the gages. He has been all Hybrid responsible, but the fuck everything, Thelma and Louise drive off the cliff holding Fourteen?s hand scenario has left Levi only interested in how far he can push this Paul-Bunyan-sized carbon footprint of an RV before he has to stop and deal with getting gas. Sleeping [tangerine] Beauty and Sugar Daddy need to have the talk. Lay down some ground rules, share expectations. Some tricks lay down their Ten Commandments before they step in the door. All the Thou Shalt Nots*hedging their young bodies (Don?t scratch the paint). Not Childe Fourteen at the Dark Tower, sleep first, it seems. Aw, the kid just snored!
Fourteen wakes up in a Walmart parking lot with a hard on beating against the oversized undershirt. He can see the place far across the empty parking lot. Sedans and SUVs, the waiting remuda of modern travel, graze on blacktop near the blue entrance. It is Walmart every-anywhere. Luxor Winnebago is sort of shaded by a row of trees far out on the rim near Murphy USA. Fourteen could lose himself in a Walmart. It has happened, when he was five.
Fourteen twists around, the slim old man is resting on the long couch, one leg draped over the other, thin shank old man style. Reading glasses perch on his thin nose. He is peering at a MacBook Air. The long interior is a cozy cocoon of drawn blinds and turn of the century design.
Fourteen frees himself and heads past Levi to the bathroom, because while getting boned is a Fourteen routine, this one is about half a day bound in a Bronco and the latest Dreamtime. There is solid door privacy for the toilet. No gotta-go-everyone-get-out porta potty in the family tent trailer. Pee the porcelain, mom says. It is hardly a companionable silence. Fourteen would rather not think of it as the calm before the storm. His penis is deflating finally. He skins back his foreskin and lets his stream jet teen-strong. Should I try to shit?
Levi sets the laptop on the cushion and waits for Fourteen. The boy makes it to the folding door and stalls, hands deep in his pockets. ?Come here,? Levi keeps it gentle. Fourteen?s face makes Levi sad. ?Let?s see you then.? More quiet words. ?Take the shirt off.? There is no fight in Fourteen. He slips the borrowed shirt over his head and tosses it to couch. He is looking down at Levi, not away, adolescent hands seem to frame his groin. Levi slowly opens Fourteen?s well-opened shorts and enjoys the reveal of too-used briefs and a tight belly. He was a shaky closet sixties-teenager when he first did this with a boy. It is a familiar celebration of male beauty for Levi, now. Fourteen has been shopping his body for whatever reason, so this must be a familiar ritual for him too. This is no one night stand in the back alley for either of them, so Levi needs it to be a satisfying now*and after.
Down the briefs and shorts go, over hidden boy-bum and hard hips. Fourteen steps free, revealed. ?Hgh!? Levi grunts. ?Caveat emptor,? Levi sighs. Fourteen looks down at himself, uncertain, super shy. Levi dismisses the problematic foreskin and rotates Fourteen. Levi?s fingertips begin learning Fourteen?s curves and crevices. Here is attention Fourteen never got from the two men. Am I man-hot? He wants to know. This is the intimate touching he imagined on the twisted sheets of his dark bedroom. Sometimes, girls fingers (just in case), often some untouchable boy-crush.
Fourteen?s breathing shifts dramatically when Levi?s mouth captures Fourteen. It is an unexpected ride with the Luxor Winnebago windows offering a view. *Hips jerk forward and Levi is drawing Fourteen up that first, oh so high, lift that will drop his virgin roller coaster sex-car into the hairpin twists and corkscrew tumbles of his first cock-blowing ride.
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Soon it is, ?Oh God!? And Fourteen needs to steady himself on Levi?s shoulders. He has to see this and he has to stare right through the ceiling to the night-twinkling sky. Fourteen is that long and thick below his reset bush, needing to meet the mouth?s attentions. His cock is lathed in heat, a moment later it lies along the man?s nose as Levi?s lips and tongue molest his drum-tight scrotum. Fourteen simply has to arch his back and thrust forward, begging this Jedi Master to teach his Padawan Penis how to cum hard. ?No,? Fourteen starts the mantra, ?No, no, no, no, fuck no!? The little-boy moan is a soft prelude to the hard climax coming. It?s no longer words at all as Fourteen?s tense muscles disintegrate. He is flooding into Levi and his fingers clench on well-clenched sinewy muscles. The powerful ejaculations echo down the canyon of Fourteen?s sexual being.
Levi is back to trailing fingers over Fourteen?s perfect Tuan-shape. Hypocrite-happy, Fourteen is what he needs for this last journey. No rushed dark alleys in a soulless grapple this time. There is time*for this. Levi likes the poleaxed look on the boy?s face. He is an old dog and that was an old trick. First time? He wonders, unbelieving. Perhaps the two men in the Bronco never thought to let the tangerine taste of Fourteen lie on their tongues, more fool them.
Time was, this would be the prelude to a duet with many movements. After Tuan, before this final seeking, Levi loved many men. He likes the new beginning feel of Fourteen. The boy?s need-a-shower body is simply getting started. While Fourteen and his friends spilled out of the August Fair with happy thoughts to take them into tomorrow, it is lights out for Levi soon. Fourteen brings him back to happy thoughts too, and maybe, in his mind, Levi is jesting with dozens of men and boys at the midway exit. Fuck boys, we owned that ride and got our money?s worth. Maybe Levi is just in the happy now, pleased to catch the wonder in a boy?s eyes as he tickles small nipples hard and gets a fresh rise (as it were) out of Fourteen. Fingers wander back to the spent cock and Levi looks at the boy?s cowl. There is no hurry.
Playful slap on the tight squeezable rump. ?Go cook super.?
?What?? Fourteen thinks the Clouds and Rain were a prelude to the final Patrick shame-rape movement to this first duet. He took extra time in the bathroom just for this. Steeled himself for a Patrick-worthy soliloquy about his worthless, pussy-boy nature. When does the cum-rag, take it bitch rap start?
?I drive, you cook.? Levi decides the labour. He sits back on the couch, arms resting on the back. Time was, he would be punting the spent cock out of his Hybrid with cash. Now Fourteen stands before him teen-truculent arms on hips, wet-dog-wagging, don?t-want-to-take-the-trash-out attitude. ?Gotta to do your chores Fourteen.? Levi never learned dad-patience, but he had a good bedside manner, so they told him.
Tangerine-sly Fourteen throws a Hail Mary at Levi. ?How about I drive and you cook?? He has the sorry I struck out coach grin on his face. Levi sees the humour, loves the look, but chores are chores. ?I can?t cook!? Fourteen adds.
?You can make something, I?m sure.? Levi has not moved. He lifts a finger to the right. ?Kitchen cupboards, fridge, microwave, range; go explore the territory. I?m an old man Fourteen. I don?t eat much.? Fourteen bends for his forgotten shorts. ?I?d like to watch you.? Levi suggests quietly.
Fourteen calculates the soft words and the comfortable lines on the old man?s Ed Harris face. Ed Harris plays the good guys (mostly). Levi is not asking for the naked-walk-of-shame moment torturing Patrick?s after.*Fourteen wonders if maybe he is man-hot, cheerleader-touchable-suckable. Levi likes to look and Fourteen feels fine, almost not kidnapped, almost respected. cebeci escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/ankara-escort/cebeci-escort) He nods his head. He is the cook it seems.
Levi is not looking. Levi has a Google on his mind again, but he moves the thin slate of silver Apple to the little table. Fourteen?s a clever (naked) boy. He works his way around the pocket kitchen orienting himself to everything. His parents are gadget people. Levi looks like he is camping out. Fourteen nukes plastic packages all the time. Eggs are too much work, he tells his dad. Fancy food from Fourteen is grated cheese on Nachos. He sees the way through, suspecting he will need to build skills.
?We need some food.? Fourteen kept the first two scorched grilled cheese for himself. Munching on his mistakes while he produced crispy gold perfection for Levi. He added finger veggies on the side for the old man. No bag of potato chips for his adolescent hunger. Add that to the list. ?There is Walmart.? He points out the window. Luxor Winnebago living rules, Bronco backseat drools.
?We can shop, probably not tomorrow. I need a quiet place to stop.? Fourteen swallows hard and fear frames his face. The Beretta Nano is still tight against Levi?s hip. The men?s crude Conan the Barbarian dog chain is still glued to the rent-boy?s neck. ?How long have you been doing this??
?Four days, I guess.? It is a mumble past the wedge of grill.
?You are new. This must be hard. Those two men, were they your first tricks??
Fourteen places the remains of his buttery sandwich on the plate carefully. ?Tricks?? He asks, eyes down on the table.
Levi frowns,*Caveat emptor, how addled has my brain become? He decides to spell it out for the boy. ?You are a hustler, you know, prostitute. I paid a stiff finder?s fee for you. When we are done, I pay you enough to set you up where you wanted to go, fair trade.?
He already knew it was coming. Fourteen gives Levi the full effect of his bobcat self just sitting there jackrabbit (nude) boy in the chair. Eyes never leaving the sliver of grilled cheese. The whole before, after,*into the now bitter-bile story washes over Levi. There is trembling rage and hurt. This is an honest moment Nguyen Huu Tuan should have given Levi, before he took his last walk back into the Marine Barracks. Fourteen has angry tears when he winds down.
Unfortunate development, Levi concludes as he silently pulls the handy Beretta Nano free. ?Fourteen,? *when the boy looks at Levi?s update on John?s Saturday Night Special, there is no surprise in his eyes. ?Stand up slowly.? They rise together, a fresh duet on a new theme. ?Just walk to the bed and lie down.? Levi is not even trying for a calm bedside manner. Fourteen lies on his back, eyes following Levi?s fumble for the kinky handcuffs in the nightstand. Without a word, he rolls away from Levi, bringing his hands behind his back. ?No, that is not necessary.? Levi catches a shoulder and pulls him gently back. ?Just give me your wrists.? The wrists are so thin above the adolescent hands. ?Is that okay?? Levi asks softly. ?I?m sorry. You threw a real curve at me and I have to think.?
Fourteen is fetal-boy curled around his uncertainty. 105 pounds of sexual assaulted boy and kidnapping charges landed right in Levi lap. This is just deserts, Levi knows. He thinks his way through while cleaning up the kitchen. Not good, not part of the sort of consensual man-boy journey back to Tuan. Fourteen (naked) on the bed had a name. Levi remembers it. Google gives up the goods. Levi looks at milk-carton sad Fourteen. It is still a hierarchy of needs and Levi needs to end this with Tuan. Fourteen?s looks are Tuan-wrong, years younger, but just-citrus-Tuan-right. Even the ugly beginning of the story, those two men playing a callous M16 across Fourteen?s future, makes it better. No question, Fourteen needs to see this through with Levi. Tuan rightness in everything.
Levi, a clever (armed) man, works his way around the new problem. He is all Go Go Gadget MacGyver or the 1996 Luxar Winnebago would have been roadkill long ago. Levi fits the pieces together in his head before he unclips the unequalizer and leaves it on the table.
Stroke boy?s bird nest mop of hair. ?Sorry Fourteen, I can?t let you go, not yet.? He holds the last part out to the little bird, keep hope alive maybe. Levi pushes against a shoulder, till Fourteen lets himself rest on his back. ?It is complicated. I need you along. I need this.? Here, Levi lets his finger trace over the boy?s body. Levi bends over to kiss the imperfect boy cock. ?I know you don?t understand.? He sucks the tube into his mouth.
Oh, Fourteen understands the mad-Patrick killer-John of it all. The old man suckling his cock is lost in his own twisted before and after*use-the-teen nightmare. Fourteen has to ask himself if that is what growing up means, being psycho-regretful of some sick moment in your life. Patrick and Levi, working out some dementia on innocent people. Okay, this guy is too into my cock!
Fourteen is giving his crotch up to Levi like that too-like-mom Alice spread her legs for two and a half men: Bone killing thought. ?Levi,? manacled hands nudge the vacuum cleaner to get his attention. ?You like to do this? Suck my cock? Are you gay??
Levi has been fingering his still tenderized anus. Doctor hands conscious of the bruising. ?Since I was twelve.? Levi pauses. ?Have you figured it out yet, Fourteen??
Should Fourteen out himself on the bed here, cock suggesting an answer to the man who wants to keep him captive? If he says he is, does that make this alright? ?Maybe, probably.? Fourteen closes his eyes and starts his second ride on the rollercoaster. Whatever the old man?s nightmare before and after are, the now seems to be a no shame filled assault on Fourteen. ?So I?m your pussy boy slut??
Levi pulls off the popsicle with a smack. ?Redneck, closet homo, Juvie breeders. They let you think you?re dirty?? This is the worst the mild mannered old man has dredged up so far. Fourteen watches him hover over the cantilever of his cock. ?You are a boy, I suppose.? Kiss, ?Slut is as slut does.? Small lick. ?Don?t let that one worry you. Fourteen to forty gets pretty slutty*if you decide you are gay-single.? Fourteen laughs. The knife twisting in his gut vanishes. ?Look at your wrists, I pulled a gun on you boy. No, I don?t think you are a pussy.? Levi turns a hard eye on Fourteen. The man is reading his face for something. ?You will wait, won?t you? When the time is right, you will be ready. We will see, Jeremy.? Fourteen gets the vibe that Levi really means, bring it on boy.
Fourteen rides the new rollercoaster twice more that night. Once, deep in the night when an old man can?t sleep. Fourteen is adolescent half awake in a wet dream when he comes. Levi is old as the hills, grandpa old, but almost Patrick fit. Levi has been natty-gay-vain all his life, keeping fit to chase down partners, run from entropy. You might say it has been a well run marathon. Fourteen watched him strip down to revealing briefs, wondering if everything still worked behind the cotton and partch paper skin. No answer to that the first night.
Dreamtime-Fourteen turns to stare down a Saturday Night Special with its full chambers. John dances the stubby piece around his naked body. It touches the boy?s engorged penis. He is alert to the machine oil danger that should send him into a bobcat fury. He cannot jackrabbit either. Fourteen feels the coils of his clothes warning him there is no escape. Just change the story,*Jeremy scolds clinically.
Fourteen?s arm twists free of the fabric. ?My granddad?s piece. It?s seen things.? John?s quiet voice. Fourteen feels the piss pressure in his loins. John?s gun caressed his face. It is a memory branding his identity. He can never run from his own not running, not fighting back. The gun on his face like some straight razor stripping teenage manhood. John?s threat kissing his parted lips, tongue probing the shaft, unforgettable, unforgivable. I can?t change the dream, Jeremy morns.
Fourteen wakes in the steady massage of truck tires beating a rhythm over Interstate 76. Levi might be Go-Go-Gadget-MacGyver but the road has earthquake-jostled the craftsmanship. The boy lies listening to the Luxor flex its parts. The threat of John?s gun was so real. So many things he should have said under the gun. Too much silence, he knows, unforgivable. Regrets of the before*it seems. He woke in a new now, wrapped in sheets, still hard from the need to piss.
The smooth highway is not smooth enough. His mom joked about this once. Grandpa Franklin driving the camper van off with Grandma still sleeping. Grandpa Joe was an early riser, and so it seems is Fourteen. He strokes his morning wood recalling last night?s attention, not minding the memory of it one bit. Levi likes the boy-bits John and Patrick ignored, treating him like a woman.
Levi took the handcuffs off. That prompts an angel-wing spread in mom and dad?s queen-sized bed. The air conditioner whisper holds the Midwest heat at bay. This is luxury incarcerate. Fourteen sits up and out onto the gentle swell. Fourteen has been making his own bed since he discovered the love-that-cannot-be-named-to-mom for his own boy-toy. He smooths the sheets and covers back over the fresh memory of climax (climax, climax), and then pauses at the pocket door by the shower tub. Sheets and showers are a boy?s best friend till Levi?s lips introduced themselves politely to his cock. He wants the stink-touch of the two men off his body. John fucked him hard and poured him quivering into the Bronco beside the indifferent Patrick. Fourteen needs a shower.
Pocket door to pocket door, ?Can I take a shower?? He calls to Levi at the far end.
?Yes,? Levi calls back. ?Keep it short. Get dressed too.? Fourteen is glad for that. He likes the old man?s obvious admiration, but not strutting his stuff to passing cars. Two exquisite bits of art find wall space in the living room. One is about a slender man between wardrobes. Levi likes Fourteen that way too. Fourteen is performance art. The Midwestern teenager would not know that.
Washed clean, Fourteen bounces into çeşme escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/izmir-escort/cesme-escort) the shotgun recliner and folds his legs. Levi forgets to mention his seatbelt. The old man is busy with a tricky section of road congestion and the migrain-memory of what is growing in his head. Fourteen feels clean, but he is wearing the same fear-sweat, cum-leaking clothes Patrick snatched him in. This unexpected campout is stretching into a week. The Hershey brothers kept him for four days. ?How long do you think, Levi??
?Long time, Fourteen.? Levi, eyes on the road and mirrors. ?Still fourteen??
Is he Fourteen or Jeremy?*It takes a moment for Fourteen to realize that was not the question. ?My birthday is February 14th, Valentines Day.? The boy grins the happy-heart coincidence. ?Then I?m fifteen.? Fourteen all little-boy-competitive wants Levi to pass the stainless steel milk truck they are tailgating. The Luxor is no sports car. He has to content himself watching the sameness of middle America flow past.
?Long past your birthday, kid.? Levi interrupts the boy?s thoughts. ?Still Fourteen in March, I think.? Which answers the unasked question. Fourteen nods, understanding.? He is Fourteen till he is Jeremy Gates again. Fourteen wraps the precious name in tangerine foil, oh so carefully. The present is tucked away for later.
?Where are we going?? There is a painful Hershey-Pricks silence between them. Fourteen wants Google Map directions all the way to Still-Fourteen-in-March at any rate. He remembers the Pennsylvania Park anguished-surprise, not liking it. Seven months riding shotgun with Levi. Fourteen has no idea what that will look like beyond the three (four) blowjobs.
?Lake Michigan, I suppose.? Levi finally replies. Hide the boy?s hot needle in a haystack. Sort out the obvious jackrabbit/bobcat latency in this adolescent collateral damage to Levi?s final solution. Levi was a surgeon. John had his kill-zone, Levi had his zone in the operating room. Practice your procedure till you can do it automatically. Same necessary intensity, different outcome: Do no harm.*
Fourteen fidgets, Akron-bored. ?Get me an egg scrambled between two halves of toast. Bring up some juice too,? He stops the boy before he gets out of the chair. ?Three shakes of hot sauce, no salt. Use the spray oil on the iron pan, otherwise it will be hard to clean. Just wipe out the pan, don?t wash.? Fourteen is poised for more. ?Okay, go.?
Fourteen eats his three eggs and stack of toast at the table. He did okay preparing the movable feast. It beats an Egg McMuffin in the back seat of the Bronco. ?Are we going to run out of water?? Fourteen knows a thing or two about his grandparents? RV. There is the toilet stuff too. It is all under control, Levi assures him. Fourteen is the one not in control. He is fingernail-picking at the keyring lock on John?s chain as he tries to decide what to do next.
Dejavu daily, Fourteen decides. Levi Fisher has a thing about the anonymity of box store parking lots. The Luxor Winnebago is evening friendly with an eighteen-wheeler. Werner, We Keep America Moving; Fourteen has read this six times. It is like a visual earworm boring into his brain. The driver climbed into the side sky blue cab, noticed Fourteen cooking, and waved a lazy hand. Another RV parked closer to the red-shade Applebees. Their awning opened up towards Walmart?s setting sun. Cocktails on the asphalt beech no less. Potted plant greening the anti-green car pasture. The grey couple mime interest in the Luxor Winnebago. Levi suspects the neighbourly thing to do is walk over with a Chardedey, exchange zip codes, measure RV-cocks.
Fourteen is three hours from home on I 71. Think about it. He has been through Akron, backseat-oblivious, clutching a Nintendo. ?Did you see the barges Jeremy?? Mom asks; Nada, Fourteen sees the sniper in the tower, that is all. Unfortunately, he is undergunned, much like the standoff in the Luxor Winnebago. Great Lakes bound, Fourteen retreats. Cooking supper, the boy casts back over the day. Endless driving, few words between the man and him. It ends where it starts.
Fourteen was a little tied up (ball-gagged) while Levi took the shopping list across the parking lot to Walmart. Levi did it gently, calmly explaining the impracticality of Fourteen-free. His strong-finger touch is oddly calming. ?I?ll pick up some clothes.? Levi sits bedside-manner beside the boy. How many times have I sat beside these young people? Offering measured words, withholding the bitter truth. He learned the calmness in the harsh-after*of Tuan. Helping terrified boys into the blessed Morphine-grace of peace. Doing what he could until the chopper-cowboys made their drop into the day?s tropical fuck-fest. Boston ER was nothing to that. Surgical rounds were a monastic meditation after that.
?I won?t yell.? Fourteen assures, pillow-propped on the Queen-sized bed.
?Just to be careful.? Levi replies.
?Please don?t hurt me.? Tears, eyes on the Pokémon Ball hovering at his lips. Levi?s side drawer has toys.
?Not my thing, Fourteen.? Levi?s friendly smile says it all. Been there, bought the T-shirt long ago. ?Gag is a reflex, kid. Sometimes when the turn is a bit too sharp, it?s nice to have something to hold on to. You yell a bit, wake the neighbors. Open wide,?
They are driving into the cold as August gives way to September leaves. Before East, Far East, Levi is headed North. Ohio board shorts give way to slacks, which is too sad. Pillow-propped, handcuffed, ball-gagged, bare-legged knees apart, Fourteen is a tempting target. Target would be better than Walmart, Levi reflects, needs must. Fingers slide down silken thigh, tickling towards Fourteen?s dirty underwear heat. Levi is just taking the pulse. Uncut-near-perfect swells under cotton: Fourteen?s natural gag reflex.
Levi browses the isles of Fourteen?s groin, adding items to his list, tasting the offered samples, feeling the tangerine ripeness of each item. Just to prove a point, there is the Pokémon-proof sound of Fourteen telling it like it is (missed color commentary maybe). Waste not, want not, Levi decides. Lose the board-short, boxer-brief interference, deep-throat-deep-breath Fourteen. Behind the ball gag, Fourteen is explaining something to him. Levi is deaf to that. The only language he understands is the hip-thrust, pucker-squeezing rise. The only mouth he wants to hear is the life-salty mumbles coming from Fourteen?s oozing cock. Tongue-tip French-kisses tight lips, coaxing a response.
You know nothing, Jon Snow. John and Patrick know nothing. Levi knows. Fourteen feels the familiar August storm turbulence-wind flowing outward. Jeremy Gates is Fourteen, praising the moment. He cannot run from this. It is his nature. Ball-gagged, he curls tight-torso into the reflex-orgasm. No means yes, but the panting syllable is so much grunting to Levi. Levi is listening to the taste of the always-answer spilling from teen cock. ?We will pick this up later.? Levi warns. There is no Walmart bargain better than this boy.
Fourteen is off the cum-high like a drug addict between fixes. Levi?s magic is just a wet dream memory fading like saliva on a boy?s spent cock. Ohio is home, though the practicality is, he has no idea where they are without a Google Map. The domestic chore of packing away groceries, (sort of) cooking supper while Levi self-entertains on his laptop. ?Have a glass of wine, if you like.? Fourteen does.
The morning eggs were too hard. Lunch sandwich, more cheese and butter toasted better in an iron grill. Levi has not despaired, but Fourteen is hardly Red Seal at the moment. ?Give it time,? Levi advises philosophically. Time, Fourteen dreads. Supper is a bag salad and frozen Chicken Cordon Bleu, more wine. Fourteen scarfs down two while Levi is picking at his salad. ?You have a healthy appetite.? Levi observes. ?That?s good,? he adds, not wanting the boy to think he criticizes.
Fourteen slumps back more casually than he feels. The new clothes are good fit. Levi has an eye for this. It is unimaginative. Levi presented multiple sets of black jeans, white undershirts, socks, and white dress shirts. Fourteen feels like a waiter at the Old Canal Smokehouse. It is summer-swamp and the Luxor Winnebago is off the grid. Fourteen sits shirtless. He clears his throat and appreciates a sip of red wine.
?I?ve been thinking about your offer. I appreciate your getting me away from John and Patrick. I?m pretty sure they were going to kill me.? Fourteen takes another sip, open carry Beretta Nano reminder still on Levi?s belt. Levi listens politely. He is a gentleman. ?I want to go home. School is starting. Mom and dad must be sick, worrying about me. I mean, you thought*I was a? a??
?Rent boy??
?Okay, That.? Fourteen agrees. ?Well, I?m not. So, I think I will just say, thanks, and take off. You have a cool old camper here. You?re nice. The offer of a ride to California is pretty awesome, but not for me. This is not my thing, sorry.? Shy eyes study the worn face from under lashes only a boy could have.
?Where are you from?? Levi asks, incurious.
?Chillicothe,? Fourteen smiles tangerine.
?That?s close. Three hours, and you are home.? Levi smiles, then turns to thoughtful. ?So you what, head over to the store? Hitchhike home??
?Well, phone home I suppose. Wait for them to pick me up.? Fourteen licks his lips. He has a wine-buzz, takes a bigger sip. Levi leans over with the bottle, topping up his glass.
?You could go to the police.? It is a suggestion. Levi is helping work through the best alternatives. His own glass of wine sits half full by the half-eaten plate. Fourteen meets his eyes.
?I just want to go home.? He repeats. I won?t tell the police about all this.*Levi looks back calmly. Fourteen knows*saying that out loud is pointless. Levi finally picks up his glass.
?I?m ill,? he begins. ?Very ill.? He waves a gnarled hand as if to dismiss the importance of that. I have some stops to make. People I need to see. I?ve realized you are essential to that. Frankly, it is a bit more meaningful, sharing this with you.?
?Another boy,?
?Oh certainly, cim cif yapan escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/ankara-escort/cimi-cif-yapan-escort) another boy perhaps.? Levi is lying. Fourteen is the boy. Patrick saw it on the midway. Patrick followed the bike path as each other boy peeled off to safety. Fourteen came perfectly Tuan-tossed tragic into Levi?s open arms (open mouth). ?But I think you know this can?t, this isn?t going to happen.? Levi drops this gently on the boy.
?I want to go home.?
?You will go home.? It?s a comforting prospect. One possibility, at least. ?I have my plans. You have to understand*that they cannot*be changed. Fourteen?s prognosis is as certain as his own.
?If I don?t want to??
?Trust me, Jeremy. This is for the best. I have been where you are, learning who*you are, accepting who you are. This will be for the best. You will see.? Levi nods at the gravity of his words. Absolute adult certainty, delivered in the calmness of his authority, wisdom, and experience.
?You saved my life.?
Levi waits the boy out, knowing Fourteen could lean his way. The over processed chicken and too sweet salad sit reproachfully on his plate. Levi knows his lack of appetite is a bad sign.
?John probably was going to kill me. You got me out of there, but I think I deserve to go home.?
Levi considers his next careful-honest-manipulative words carefully. ?Not every good act is intentional. When I was young, I helped someone without thinking. I saved their life. Right place, right time.? Though truth to tell, it really was (horribly) not. ?That person kept me safe. It is like that, maybe. I need your strength right now. It is best for both of us.?
He is only fourteen and used to believing what people tell him, trusting people more than he believes his own heart. If he was older, sixteen or seventeen, just that much more experienced, it might have been different. His ideas about the world were unproven. He might have realized the erotic waves he was experiencing with the worldly Levi were drowning good sense and his feelings for his parents. He was suddenly an object of male desire in a heterosexual world of repression. There is Levi?s distrustful bondage and the ever present Beretta Nano, signifying bad things coming to him. but he is too young and far outside the boundaries of the little he knows.
Levi takes another sip of wine, knowing the six ounces he allows himself will not help the headache he has earned driving through the day. He wonders if Fourteen knows his look of consternation, is drop dead sexy. Levi imagines a teacher dragged inexorably across a room of flapping hands, maybe lay an inappropriate hand on Fourteen?s shoulder, just to be there.*
?Better clean things up.? Fourteen sighs. He nods uncertain acceptance. Bobcat claws recede for now. Nothing is settled in his mind. The Luxor Winnebago door is still open for the jackrabbit moment. The old man moves about the Luxor Winnebago drawing blinds, as Fourteen cleans. This is the necessary prelude-privacy. The dishes-cutlery clink subdued in the hot-water sink. A cloud of soap clings to Fourteen?s forearm. He brushes it, and then there is the whisper tingle on his skin. Light Levi fingers passing through the forest-antenna of his pubic hair. Fourteen remembers the prelude-shiver-moment.
There might be restless TV on the fussy satellite while Levi rests-reads, but all is unresolved between them. Fourteen watches the water swirl and puts a gleaming glass just so on the counter. He sucks a lip between his teeth, imagining a twilight walk across the Walmart parking lot. Moving into the fluorescent harshness of the store, reconnecting with the lost before-sanity. There is the prelude-shiver-presence of Levi behind him.
Levi runs a hand across the cotton-blend sculpture of teenage ass, letting the seduction slide around a hip and up the corrugated weave of white undershirt. It comes to rest, cupping breast, fingertips tasting the musky pit-tangle. Slight pressure brings Fourteen back on heels against his chest, while busy fingers open a beltless waistband. Levi seduces him with silence and third-base theft. He lives for this. This is the timeless now*communion-commingling of hot afternoon Da Nang. This boy growing in his hands is the Tuan-right before.*
Fourteen?s musky male tangerine is a melange of lemongrass, ginger, mint, and coriander. His young voice rings of Saigon cinnamon, bird"s eye chili, lime, and Thai basil leaves rustle in the air around him. Fourteen is a feast for the soul. Levi needs to bind him.
There is an open carry Beretta Nano reminder laid close beside the bed, before Levi services his insatiable appetite with a hard-cock tongue lashing. ?I will fix this.? Levi assures Fourteen. Fix what? Fourteen wonders. Fix kidnapping, or give his throbbing cock the last rights? They have yet to fuck. Fourteen remembers Patrick, painful. Both young men hammering home contempt. Shocking Fourteen out of his dreamy man-sex romance.
Fourteen has after-doubts, but*there is this thing Levi introduces into the familiar ride. It is a stomach-dropping tongue lash across and in fucked-sensitive fourteen-year-old anus. To hell with the Beretta Nano reminder, Fourteen tells the world what that feels like (Pause in the action to insert the ball gag). Then it goes on. There would be quivering boy on the floor if kindly Ed Harris did not had a firm grip on the emergency exit. ?Tuan,? Fourteen catches before his cock is re-engulfed. Levi?s lips and two fingers up his ass apply the defibrillator. Clear, and Fourteen?s tight ass is juiced off the sheets, clenched around the prostate examination. Jackrabbit plans are fucked.
Body of Work
If you are here on the midway then you have come to the carnival seeking entertainment, company and of course excitement. There are a dazzling array of rides suited your every mood. There are gentle rides that conjure up soft memories of youth and rides that lift you from the dreariness of your grind and send you flying ageless through the night. There are also the side shows?
If you are here then you are in the house of mirrors captivated by the reflections around you. They are all curved in some way. Every mirror is imperfect and every mirror draws your attention to something new. The mirrors magnify or diminish parts of what we think is real. Sometimes you like what you see and sometimes you don"t. Sometimes you believe what you see and sometimes you can"t be sure what has been distorted. The distortions are intentional and we flatter ourselves into believing the mirrors only stand arrayed like this in such places as the midway. Before you go back to the mirrors of your life step closer to this one.
Eliot Moore, 2007
Here is a summary of the wide variety of other stories I have published.
Dark Thoughts Rising: This story was posted to Nifty in April 2017. Keegan Bressler (14) and his best friends Rey and Davon rape Keegan?s stepbrother Rowan Pense (12) during the course of a drunken party. The three boys embark on a desperate struggle to keep the shattered and confused Rowan from revealing their crime. As events unfold, Keegan and Davon fail to fight their inner demons. Rowan begins his own journey, hiding the truth from his closest friend, Hayden, until he reaches the breaking point.
https://www.//gay/authoritarian/dark-thought-rising/
Awakenings: This ghost story was posted to Nifty in November 2016. Middle aged divorcee Jake begins renovating a 1900?s Craftsman home in an old neighbourhood. He becomes entangled with Will, the 18-year old ghost of a Great War veteran and Chris, a 15-year old homeless addict on a desperate quest. As Jake?s failed life is rejuvenated by his love affair with Will, he slowly pieces together the hundred-year-old connection that has brought the three of them together.
https://www.//gay/adult-youth/awakening.html
For Your Eyes Only: This novella was posted to Nifty in November 2010. Simon meets Glyn and his younger brother James one August evening during a neighbourhood game. Simon and Glyn become fast friends but it is Simon"s secret game with James Fleming that helps Simon accept his hidden self.
http://west.//gay/highschool/for-your-eyes-only/
A Fragile Light:*This story was posted to Nifty December, 2009. Graham (28) goes to the Christmas Eve service to be with his husband John. He is alienated from his deeply religious family and detached from the warmth of the service. He identifies a kindred spirit teenage Theo and learns they have more in common than he thought as Theo is joined by Jesse. Graham leaves strengthened by the encounter.
http://www.dabeagle/stories/eliotmoore/afl/afl.htm
Janus: This story was posted to Nifty July 2009. Michael (18) is coaxed into attending a summer party by his older sister. He is college bound and uncertain about the choices he has made. At the party, his encounters with Lauren (19) and Scott (20) help him discover himself and make a decision about his future.
http://www.dabeagle/stories/eliotmoore/janus/janusdh.htm*and
https://www.//bisexual/college/janus.html
Hound:*This story was first posted to Nifty the summer of 2008. The first draft was completed in 2005 and in truth I sat on it a long time before I decided to post it. Six-year-old Ethan Yates is abducted off the streets by a pedophile ring. Cast into a nightmare world he struggles to hold on to his identity. Isolated and confused, he clings to fourteen-year-old Peter. As the years pass their mutual need develops into an indestructible bond.
http://www.//bisexual/authoritarian/hound/
Turbulence:*This novel was first posted on Nifty between February and June of 2007. Fourteen year old Daniel Murrell finds the hazing at Riverview High School as freshie a serious challenge. He negotiates it with the help and hindrance of his friends. After a long year of discovery, he comes to terms with his fty//gay/highschool/turbulence/*(first edition) and
http://www.dabeagle/storymainpages/turbulence.html*(second edition)
Recovery:*This story was first posted to Nifty in January 2007. Sixteen year old Greg Cox reluctantly joined his father in a small rural village in Saskatchewan. There his life becomes entwined with fourteen year old Seth Patterson. As he is slowly drawn closer to Seth he struggles with the memories and guilt associated with the loss of his mother, brother and sister while coming to terms with his gle/storymainpages/recovery.html