Johnny Seed Ch 02 - Smell

Surrounded as he was by strangers Johnny felt like even if this was a

mistake that he was glad to be there.  Take it one moment at a time,

he told himself, this is the beginning of an adventure.  And yet he

couldn’t help but think of Greg’s warning, there was danger too.  He

looked around and identified the homeless woman in the corner reading

a newspaper.  She had to intent on going anywhere else.  He spotted

the family of four who sat a few tables away, the overworked father

and the desperate, anxious mother, two boys who just wanted to play.

He spotted the man in a suit and tie who ate quickly then dashed out

the door eager to make some money.  There was an old couple, a man and

woman who seemed to be bonded together, who watched each other and

moved in compliment with each other.

Staying at home would have been easy.  He could be on the couch right

now playing videogames and trash talking his enemies.  He could be out

on his skateboard riding along the sidewalk killing time.  Killing

time, that’s all he would be doing.  He had told his mother what he

was going to do.  She didn’t believe him, so that morning he left a

letter for her.  He said he was going to take the long way to college,

though he still wasn’t sure he was going to end up there.  But even as

he sat there he thought about standing on the side of the road.

Thirty miles could be so far away with just two feet, and three

months... three months meant ninety days of finding breakfast, lunch,

dinner, a roof to put over his head, but most important of all a way

to travel, a way to see the country.  Whatever it was, whatever he had

to do, it had to be better than just sitting around and waiting,

keeping up pretenses, keeping everyone happy.

Travel would be good for him, he told himself, anything to stay away

from the trouble he had almost caused, anything to stay away from

Peter and his father Howard.  What would they think of him going

missing?  Would they mourn him?  Would they share their grief?  He had

really put himself between a rock and a hard place with them.

Just two months until graduation, that’s when it happened.  Peter and

Johnny had been on the basketball court playing against each other,

jerseys and shorts, a quick game so they wouldn’t be bored.  That’s

when Howard showed up in his new Mustang.  He honked at the boys to

get their attention.  Peter saw his father in the car and dropped the

ball.  It hit his foot and rolled across the court into the fence.

“It’s my father,” he said, “and he’s got a new car.”

Johnny looked over to where his friend stared and he made it out

instantly.  There Howard sat in the driver’s seat with a big smile on

his face.  He waved at the boys to come over.  He was eager for them

to see it, eager for them to praise him for buying it, be in awe that

he could afford such a thing.  Johnny shrugged off the awkwardness of

the situation and said, “let’s go see it.”

“Another one of my father’s mid-life crisis mistakes,” Peter replied,

“I wonder how long my mom is going to let him keep it.”

“It’s not so bad.  Maybe he’ll let you drive it,” Johnny replied

before tagging his friend on the shoulder and beginning to walk across

the court.

“I’ll be right there.  I’m going to get the ball,” Peter said.

Johnny didn’t look back.  He walked across the court to the man, his

grin getting bigger the closer he got.  He tried to memorize each

detail of the car as he did.  It was shiny and had no imperfections,

no scratches and no dents, everything about it was new.  He moved to

the driver’s side door and leaned down to the window.

“Do you like it?”

“It looks really good Mr. Luftcox,” he replied.

“I just got it.  It’s my little treat to myself.”

“It’s nice.”

“Fresh from the showroom floor, the salesman had to give me some

lessons to drive it, just a few.  I had muscle cars when I was

younger.  When I was your age I’d drive around and get all kinds of

action.”  He winked to Johnny who smiled back despite the feeling that

passed from his shoulders to his stomach.  “There’s no good place to

max it out but I’ve been up and down the highways here, almost got a

speeding ticket.  She really goes.”

“She?”

“Yeah, you know cars and ships are fine women,” Howard said.

“Well, it’s really nice.”

“Get Peter over here and I’ll take you both for a spin.  The backseat

isn’t much but the ride is a lot of fun.”

There was another feeling that passed through him.  This man wanted to

celebrate.  Johnny looked over his shoulder to see Peter walk across

the court slowly dribbling the ball as he did, as if he could put off

this truth.  He stepped off the court, tucked the ball under his arm,

and moved to them.

“Wow dad,” he said.

“Do you boys want to go for a ride?”

“Yeah,” Johnny said hoping his friend would go along with it.

“I don’t know,” Peter replied.

“Hey, it’s really nice.  You can both fit.”

“Well, I guess before mom makes you take it back,” Peter said.

“Hey, no way, not this time.  This is mine.  I paid for it completely.”

Johnny looked to Peter who bit his lip.  He could tell his friend had

mixed feelings about this.  Hell, it was more than mixed feelings.

Peter was angry at his father for being so irresponsible, yet he knew

there was nothing he could say.  The man was always telling him about

all the work he did, all the sacrifices he made, not just his time but

other peoples time.  He was the owner and the boss of his own

construction company, a well known construction company that got bids

for expensive jobs.  Bids that he at times had alluded to being not so

on the level, the shady dealings of working with the mob, doing

whatever he needed to do.  Peter had told him and he had heard for

himself how the man had started from nothing and worked his way up.

Almost every time they sat down to a spaghetti dinner he’d point out

to the boy that it was better than the ketchup and noodles they were

eating when he was five.

“Let’s go, hop in,” the man said.

Johnny stood and looked to Peter who shrugged.  His face was serene,

the familiar disassociation that Johnny had come to know from his

friend, the look that said he had a feeling he couldn’t express but he

knew the right thing to do.  The right thing to do was to get into the

car and let his father show off and try to impress them.  Johnny

tagged his friend on the shoulder again and motioned for them to walk

around the car which they did.

“Hey Peter, why don’t you let Johnny ride in the passenger seat and

you get in back,” Howard said, “after all you’ll get plenty of

opportunities to ride along.”

“Sure,” Peter replied before pushing the passenger seat up and

climbing into the back with the basketball.

Johnny saw the look on his friend’s face as he retreated into the

backseat, held the ball in his lap, tried to shrink into a forgettable

shadow.  Johnny sat in the passenger seat, buckled his seatbelt just

before Howard shifted into reverse and pulled out of the parking spot.

He rolled through the lot slowly and came to a stop, looked both ways

and there was no traffic, then he grinned at Johnny and pressed down

on the gas.  He burned tire before pulling out and speeding down the

road.

“Do you hear the purr?  Isn’t she great?”

“It’s awesome,” Johnny replied.

And it was.  He could feel the power of it.  It was unlike anything

else.  He could feel the vibrations of the engine, the way it moved.

It had real power, real speed.  Howard was quick to drive through the

neighborhood with one thing on his mind getting to the highway.

“Can you just take me home?” Peter asked from his shadow.

“Nonsense, we’ve got a full tank of gas.  You have to at least let me

show you a little of what this thing can do.”

Howard made his way to the highway, the familiar turns, all the

houses, everything went by more quickly than before and Johnny found

himself enthused by it, turned on by it.  He felt his erection push

against his jockstrap.  This was it.  He wanted one of his own some

day, he told himself.  And when they got to the highway he worried for

a moment that the man was going to fast on the on ramp, there was a

slight squeal of tire but he just kept pushing.  He hit sixty before

even getting on the highway and he didn’t settle for the slow lane, no

he went right into the passing lane.  Seventy, then eighty miles per

hour, ninety, Johnny felt as if he had left his stomach back on the

court.  He looked around at all the cars they passed, all of the

semi-trucks, and back to the speedometer, one hundred miles per hour

and that’s when he felt it.  Howard’s hand drifted from the shifter to

his knee.

This is what he wanted.  It must have been something to do with his

sweat, Johnny thought, because it had happened before, not just with

Howard with but other men, young and old, single and married.  Was it

his sweat?  Was it his look, a strong jaw, broad shoulders, and a

muscled body?  Was it something else?  Ever since he was about

fourteen he knew other men wanted him, gay and straight.  At first it

felt creepy, like the other men were predators and he was the prey but

in the last year as he felt he was on the verge of becoming a man it

felt like something else.  Because he realized they didn’t want to eat

him as he had long suspected and feared, no they wanted him to eat

them.  It was somehow the opposite, he was the hunter and they were

his prey.

His fingers moved down through the hairs on his thigh, pushed his

basketball shorts up, and he reached in and took hold of Johnny’s dick

that was already leaking ejaculate.  Johnny looked over his shoulder

to Peter who was staring down at his ball not wanting any part of his

father’s adventure with his new car, then he looked to the man’s

crotch and he saw he also had an erection.

“It’s really nice,” Howard said.

His finger slipped down under Johnny’s balls, under the pouch of his

jockstrap and between his sweaty cheeks right to his hole.  Johnny

felt the tip right there and he pushed himself back in the seat, felt

the way it formed around his body.  There was the engine’s vibrations,

the cars behind them, the smell of his own body and the smell of a new

car.  Howard grinned and just when Johnny thought it would come to

some end the man pulled his hand out and moved it to the shifter.

“Oh shit, it’s the cops,” he said.

“Try explaining this one to mom,” Peter said.

Howard looked in his rear view mirror for a moment to his son.  There

had been a time as Peter had said, when the man would have slapped him

for saying something like that, but not here, not now, not in front of

Johnny.  He slowed and moved over the lanes to the berm.  He came to a

stop, one glance down to Johnny’s leg and the young man pulled the

bottom of his shorts to his knee where it was supposed to be.

They waited for a long time before cop got out of his car.  He walked

up to the window and Howard lowered it.  He pulled out his driver’s

license, his registration and proof of insurance, along with something

else.  He handed over the documents to the cop before looking back to

Johnny.  They both knew Peter wouldn’t be impressed.  He wanted his

father to get a ticket.  But Johnny, he was supposed to be impressed,

and so he acted like he was, tried to put every feeling of admiration

into his reaction as the cop handed back the documents.

“Sir, I realize you just got the car and you want to impress your son

here but you really can’t be out here speeding like this.  I’ve got

the itch myself but it’s dangerous not just for yourself and your son

but all of these other drivers out here.  I’m going to let you off

with a warning but if it happens again I’ll have to give you a ticket.

And sir, the way you were driving just now it might just mean your

license.”

“Thank you officer,” Howard replied.

And like that it was over.  The cop returned to his car and Howard

pulled back onto the highway being more conservative and safe in his

driving.  He turned around at the next opportunity and sped back home,

ten miles over the speed limit but that was just to keep up with

traffic.  Johnny noticed that the man didn’t even come close to

touching him the entire time.  They pulled into the driveway fifteen

minutes later slightly exhausted from their experience.

“Do you want to stick around for dinner?” Howard asked.

“Sure,” Johnny replied.

They all got out of the car and walked into the house to find it was

empty.  Peter’s mother and sister weren’t home.  They walked through

to the kitchen.  There was a note on the refrigerator saying that they

were both out shopping at the mall and they would be home late.  There

was no food in the oven.  Howard made an act of looking in the

refrigerator and the freezer but said he didn’t want to cook.  He

pulled his wallet out.

“Hey Peter, would you run and get us some food?”

“Sure dad,” he replied.

“Take your sister’s car,” he said, “since she’s out with your mother.”

Johnny hid the smirk at the thought of Peter driving his sister’s pink

Volkswagon.  It had been a gift from their grandmother when she

graduated from college.  Peter expected he’d get his own, at least

that was the deal, if he stayed at home all through college, and if he

graduated with honors.

“Get us some pizza, wings, breadsticks, a couple cases of pop, and go

to that little bakery your mom likes and get some cheesecake for

dessert.”

“But she’s not even here,” Peter replied.

“I know, but when she sees my new car she’s going to be pissed.  The

cheesecake might might make it easier for her.”

“Okay,” Peter sighed.  “Do you want to come with me?” he asked looking

to Johnny who looked out of the corner of his eyes to Howard.

“No, why don’t you let him stay here?  We’ll get things ready, chill

the wine.  You just go take care of it.  You should be able to

manage.”

Peter gave in to his father’s orders and walked away.  Johnny looked

to the man.  Howard smiled back.  They both listened for the door to

the garage to close, then the sound of the garage door opening, Peter

started the car and backed out of the driveway, breaks screeched when

he hit the road and Howard shook his head in disappointment.

“I don’t know what you see in that boy.  He can be such a little cry

baby,” Howard said, “but I guess you two have been friends all of your

life.”

Johnny nodded his head.  And when the man moved towards him

aggressively he half stepped back before the man had his hands on his

sides and wrapped his fingers around him.  He pulled Johnny into a

kiss and once again his dick stiffened in the pouch of his jockstrap.

Johnny gave a little at first, then kissed back, pushed back at the

man until the two of them were in a struggle as their hands grabbed at

each other’s bodies.  Johnny pulled away from the kiss.

“I should go shower,” he said.

“No, right now I want you.  I want you like I’ve never wanted you

before.  I want to lick the sweat from your balls and I want you to

fuck me until I’m weak in the knees.  Come on let’s do it, quick while

everyone is out.”

Johnny knew what the man wanted and he was going to give it to him.

He put his hands on the man’s shoulders and pushed him down until he

was on his knees.  Howard pulled his shorts down just enough to get at

the pouch, pressed his face against his hard dick through the material

before pulling that down just enough to free it.  He kissed and licked

at the younger man’s dick, spit ran down his balls and he licked that

up, licked and sucked the sweat, the salt, from the younger man’s

skin.  He put his dick into his mouth and he sucked.  Johnny felt the

rush of blood, the feeling that his dick would be turned inside out by

this man’s mouth and he ran his fingers through the man’s hair.  He

heard the squeak of his sneakers on the linoleum floor as he slid back

into the refrigerator and the man kept at him.

There he stood in his best friend’s kitchen getting a blow job from

his father.  His shorts fell down around his ankles, the straps of his

jock clung to his butt cheeks, his jersey stretched with the bobbing

of the man’s head.  He ran his fingers over his own nipples as he

stood in the orange light of the ceiling fan.  It was so wrong and yet

it felt so good.  This was his best friend’s father and yet this man

wanted him and wanted this man.  Howard pulled off his dick and it

slapped him across the face as he went in to tongue his balls again.

“I want it.  Fuck me right here,” the man ordered.

“Get up,” Johnny replied.

Howard stood and before he could steady himself Johnny grabbed at him,

turned him and put him bent over against the counter.  He made quick

work of pulling down his pants and underwear.  He grabbed at the other

man’s hard dick and balls just for a moment before pressing his spit

covered dick to his hole.  Thighs pressed together he felt Howard’s

legs shake as he pushed inside.  And there it was.  It was the

ultimate feeling of power and satisfaction, deep and warm inside this

man who had once seemed so large, so powerful.  He pushed into him

until he was balls deep and he grabbed at the man’s hairy ass, ran his

fingers down to his thighs then back up, pushed the man’s shirt up his

back and balled it in his fists as he began to piston inside of him.

His balls slapped at the other man’s balls.  He went hard, pressed

Howard’s face into the granite top.  He heard the seams tear on his

shirt but it didn’t stop him.  He kept at it.  He pushed himself into

the man, unrelenting and hard.  Howard cried out in pain.  He cried

out in pleasure.  And he cried out for more, deeper, harder, faster.

It took all of Johnny’s strength and endurance, at one point he lifted

the other man off his heels with each thrust, sweat covered his body

and his legs ached but he powered through until he felt that moment of

pleasure, that moment when it felt like his very soul was escaping him

and he that tingle of pain as his balls tightened and he shot his load

into the man.  His legs began to spasm and he pulled out, stepped back

into the kitchen island.  Howard beat upon the counter with one hand

in celebration before slowly falling to his knees and turning and

pressing his back to the cupboards.  He looked up to Johnny who began

to tuck his dick back into his jockstrap.

“No don’t, let me clean it off,” he begged.

This was new.  He had never done that before and Johnny felt it a

little disgusting but he still moved to the man who took his dick into

his mouth and sucked it a little until there was no more sensation to

get from it.  Finally he pushed the younger man away and let his head

fall back against the cupboard door.

“We’ll have to both hit the showers,” he said.

“What about Peter?”

“When he gets back with the food we’ll eat.”

“No, I mean we were supposed to do stuff, chill the wine.”

“That’s easy enough,” Howard replied.

And for a moment they stood and sat in the quiet of the empty house

before they set about what they had to do.  Howard went to the master

bedroom, got into the master  shower.  Johnny went to Peter’s room and

took a change of clothes from his drawer.

“I’m sorry Pete,” he said.

But it was over.  It had to be done and he set about covering up.

Chapter 01: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-chapter-01-hit-road.html

Chapter 02: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-02-smell.html

Chapter 03: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-03-bf.html

Chapter 04: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-04-savior.html