Johnny Seed Ch 04 - Savior

No matter how many reasons there was to go Johnny felt guilt as he

stood along the on ramp for the highway because some part of him

believed, some part of him knew, that if he just went home, if he just

laid low, and maybe even hid somewhere, that he’d be okay, it would be

okay.  But okay wasn’t enough to make him stop.  Okay wasn’t enough to

hold him.  So he stood there under the morning sun with his thumb out

hoping for a ride and when a truck stopped and picked him up he was

grateful.  That bit of guilt shrunk a little more with each mile and

so by fifty miles out of town he was starting to feel pretty good

until the driver told him to get out because he was going into town.

Johnny hopped out with his bag in tow and walked to the shade of some

trees in a small turn around area.  He slung the bag over one shoulder

and waited.

Cars passed by but no one stopped and at first it was annoying until

he started to think about who those people were.  They were mostly

mothers and fathers and he was a teenage boy trying to bum a free

ride.  He shifted from foot to foot to redistribute his weight as the

minutes turned into almost two hours.  That’s when the sun disappeared

behind some clouds and he didn’t take notice of it until he heard the

crack of thunder and rain fell down onto him and all around.  It

wasn’t something he had really noticed before, the way the road

changes from a kind of gray color to jet black, the way the air cools,

and the feeling of being pelted by lots of little droplets, ice cold

droplets that soaked his hair, his shirt, his shoes, and even his

jeans.  He tried to hide under different trees but none of them were

good cover so he finally went back where he could be seen and sat on

his bag.

There was a distant rumble he mistook for thunder at first, but it was

persistent, a kind of growl of some beast sped towards him.  He looked

up from his hands to the road where he saw a single light cutting

through the sheets of rain.  He stuck out his thumb.  The growl became

a roar that brushed over his skin as it passed and he dropped his hand

and looked to his shoes, eighty dollars he didn’t have.  But then he

heard the beast nearly go quiet and he looked up to see the driver

turn around to head back in his direction.  He jumped to his feet as

it passed him again and for a moment he was heart broke that it was

just someone fooling him until the driver turned around a second time

and approached him at a slower speed.

“Ever ride before?”

He wanted to lie.  He wanted to say anything to get out of this

predicament and yet he felt the truth force its way out of him.

“No,” he replied.

“Well, just climb on and hold tight.”

So he did.  He climbed onto the back of the motorcycle and clung to

his savior, perhaps a little too tight at first as he felt the man’s

hands readjust his grip before the bike roared to life and he was

pulled along by it.  At first he tried to look over the man’s shoulder

but rain pelted him in his eyes so he changed to hold his head down at

an angle and just hope for the best.  They went another ten miles,

lightning illuminated the sky and thunder penetrated the vibrations

and roar of the bike so he clung tighter.  The leather felt slick in

his fingers and for a moment he thought he would fall off until he

felt it slow and the driver pulled off the road.

A quick tap to his hands and he let go.  He waited for a moment then

climbed off.  He looked beside them to see an old barn with the front

door open but not much else around, no house, no trailer, no sign of

anyone living there.  And for a moment he thought he was going to be

left there, taken to a dry spot and left on his own, a small gesture

of good will, until the driver pulled the bike up and under and awning

attached to the side of the barn.  Johnny watched the man walk

confidently into the barn and he just stood there unsure what he

should do.

“Are you just going to stand out there all day?”

The logic of sarcasm hit him and he quickly ran inside where he found

the other man surveying the place, for a moment his black helmet made

him look like an alien to Johnny and he laughed a little to himself.

The driver pulled off the helmet and for a moment he couldn’t believe

what he saw, a middle aged man with short hair and a very handsome

face.  He felt himself soften just by looking at the man’s face and

for a moment he felt comfortable until he turned to him and looked him

in the eyes and he felt every muscle tighten again.

“It’s dry,” the man said, “it’ll do.”

“Right,” Johnny replied.

“Well, better make ourselves comfortable.”

Johnny watched the man quickly strip out of his gloves and leather

jacket and hung them up on hooks.  He set his helmet where it wouldn’t

be knocked over easily, then pulled off his shirt.  Johnny stood

puzzled for a moment until he saw the white t-shirt was translucent

and it made sense until the man slid off his boots and down came his

jeans.  No underwear, Johnny realized, and he chuckled again to

himself as he watched the man’s dick shake back and forth, then bounce

as he moved.  He set his boots to dry and carried a small black bag

over to a bail of hay.  He sat and looked to Johnny who stood amazed

at the sight.  There the man sat completely naked in an old barn on a

road he had probably traveled a half dozen times for one reason or

another.  How many times had he passed this barn and thought about it?

His contemplation was broken when the man unzipped his bag and pulled

out a half pint of whiskey that was half full.  He drank from it then

offered the bottle to Johnny who waved it away out of politeness.

Instead he looked over the man’s body as he crossed his ankles, there

before him was a man who’s muscles told the story of his life.  Well

developed calf muscles and thighs meant he probably did labor work,

muscled arms confirmed the thought, but his soft, white stomach meant

that he worked outside in the sun with an undershirt on so maybe he

was a little embarrassed about it or maybe there were requirements,

either way it was like the soft belly of a rabbit.  It was in contrast

to his dark, tattooed arms.

“Are you just going to stand there and stare all day or are you going

to strip down and get comfortable?”

Johnny tried to speak but only managed a few audible sounds of

surprise and embarrassment before he set down his bag and began to

take off his clothes.  The man had already down his strip tease and

Johnny felt on the spot as he stood there.  He pulled off his shirt,

unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, began to lower them when he

realized the man was a stranger and that his own dick was betraying

him by starting to chub up.  Pause, he thought, distract him.

“What’s your name?”

“Charles, but everyone calls me Chuck,” he said.

“Where are you going?”

“My friend is having a party this weekend so I’m going up to his

place.  It’s going to be a blowout.  There’ll be lots of beer,

barbecue, and women.”

“Really?”

And for some reason the distraction hadn’t worked on the stranger but

on himself as Johnny reached down to take off his shoes.  The first

one was easy but the second one was a bit of a struggle as his jeans

fell to his ankles and he started to hop around on one foot until he

finally fell to his butt.  Chuck let out a big laugh and downed the

rest of his bottle before pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

“You probably want to take off that other shoe now that you’re down

like that,” he said with a motion of his hand.  “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Johnny said before finally getting his other shoe off. He

pulled his jeans off as well and stood.  He set about hanging up his

clothes, not quite sure where to put them.  He moved about back and

forth in his white briefs hanging things and readjusting as he didn’t

quite want to go over and sit next to the man.  But eventually he had

no reason to stay on his feet and he dragged his bag over and sat on

it.

“Protect that with your life?”

“It is my life,” Johnny replied.

“Good for you,” the man replied.

Johnny tried to keep looking the man in the eye or else over his

shoulder, but he definitely tried to avoid looking down to his crotch

where the man’s penis lay over his left thigh like a slug.  But

there’s shadows and I’m in my underwear, he told himself.

“Well, if the rain don’t let up I don’t know what we’re gonna do,”

Chuck said, “I finished my half pint of whiskey and I don’t have any

weed on me, fresh out.”

Weed?  Johnny had weed.  He was about to say something when he felt a

fear of someone, this stranger, knowing he had something of value.

This was a seasoned biker, and here he was a teenager trying to

hitchhike across the country.  But this is what I wanted, he told

himself, I wanted an adventure.

“I’ve got some in my bag,” Johnny blurted out.

“Well, it don’t look like this rain is about to give up so let’s have

ourselves a little party here.”

“Really?”

“Does it look like we’re going anywhere?”

“No, I guess not,” Johnny replied.

In a flash he was on his feet and into his bag.  He pushed and pulled

until he finally came out with the twenty dollar bag he bought off a

friend.  He handed it over to the man who eyed it carefully through

the cellophane bag.

“Anything to smoke it?”

“What?  Oh no, I didn’t think about that.  I didn’t want to carry a

pipe around with me, you know, it’s lumpy.”

“Stay here,” Chuck said, “I spotted some apple trees.”

Johnny sat on his bag and watched the man pull himself to his feet

then comfortably walk across the floor of the barn, peak out the front

door, then stroll out sight.  He felt his dick harden more.  And yet

the man had walked off, a grunt and the sound of rustling leaves,

Chuck reappeared in the doorway with three apples in hand.  He

retrieved a knife from his jacket then went back to his seat and sat.

Johnny watched him quickly carve the apple into a pipe.  And with all

of the movement he couldn’t help but also see the man’s dick move a

little which at first he took for the normal movement of testicles but

as he watched the man stuff the apple with weed he noticed the man was

getting an erection, at least the beginning of an erection.  He slowly

turned his knee away hoping to get his own crotch out of sight but

continued to pay attention to the man who pulled a lighter from his

bag where he kept his whiskey and hit the apple.  He breathed deep and

handed it over to Johnny who didn’t know what to make of it at first

but eventually he figured out how to put his lips to the apple’s body

and suck out the smoke.  He hit it twice then passed it back.

“Good shit,” Chuck said with an exhale.

“I know I feel much better,” Johnny replied.

“Good, so does that mean you’re finally going to take off those

ridiculous little briefs you’re wearing.  You do realize I can see

right through them right?”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, when you fell on your ass I saw all of it, walking back and

forth, every jiggle, every bounce.  Hell I could tell if you’re cut or

uncut.”

“What?”

“Cut, am I right?”

“Oh god,” Johnny said before breaking into nervous, panicked laughter.

“Don’t worry about it.  We’re both guys but you going around like

that.  It’s cute but it’s not hiding anything.  Get comfortable and

stretch out.”

Johnny could tell by the timber of his voice and the words that he was

being sincere so he pushed himself up and walked to a peg where he

covered himself with one hand and took off his underwear with the

other then hung it up.  He walked back to Chuck and sat next to him.

Chuck looked over, then down to his crotch and back up into his eyes.

He made a motion with his head as if Johnny shouldn’t be embarrassed

and he realized the man knew he was circumcised so he had seen it all

before and he uncovered himself.

“Now, let’s get stoned,” Chuck said.

And they continued to pass the apple back and forth, Chuck made

improvements each time and eventually the passing slowed, then

stopped.  Johnny felt a little sleepy and he closed his eyes for a

moment, let his head fall.  When his jaw his hit his chest he awoke

and found himself looking down at Chuck’s hard dick.  He felt his eyes

widen in surprise but clenched his jaw and bit his tongue.

“Weed always makes me horny, looks like it got to you too,” he said.

Johnny looked to his own dick which was rock hard and leaking

ejaculate.  He was just a little hard.  It wasn’t a chubby.  His dick

was completely hard.  He looked to away and for a moment he wanted to

run until he felt Chuck’s hand take hold of it.  A slightly rough,

slightly calloused hand took hold of his dick, then another stacked on

top gripped his dick like a baseball bat.  He turned to look to

Chuck’s eyes to see if there was hate or lust there but instead he

found Chuck quickly going down on him.  He felt the man’s lips touch

the head.  His hands caressed down the shaft followed by his mouth

until he felt the man gag a little.

This was it.  This was the adventure.  He was in a barn, the smell of

hay and old wood, a thunderstorm outside and he was naked with a biker

who was giving him a blow job, one of the best he had ever gotten

because Chuck could take inches.  Just from the movement of his hands

he knew the man knew how to stimulate a dick and seemed to appreciate

a big dick at that, but he could swallow like no one else.  Johnny

felt himself getting comfortable, his knees parted, raised up a little

and that’s when he felt Chuck’s tongue go lower right between his ass

cheeks to his hole.  He had never felt it before and the man was right

into him.  He felt it squirm and press into his skin, tease him open a

little and wiggle.  His dick felt like it was going to shoot off from

his body.

Then he felt a finger, one of those rough fingers pushed into him down

there and the man licked back up over his dick, over his muscled abs,

teased at his nipples and finally they looked each other in the eye.

“When you woke up this morning is this what you thought you’d be

doing?” Chuck asked.

“Did you?”

“I’m off by a couple hours but hell yeah,” he answered.

“Really?”

Chuck bit into his neck and sucked at it a little.  Johnny felt the

wetness of spit down over his body, his dick in one hand and finger in

his hole.  He cried out and grunted as the man continued to tease him.

And he looked up into his eyes again.  For a moment he thought this

rough man would have his way with him, leave him there possibly naked,

fucked over and used but then he saw this kindness in the man’s eyes

and the man smiled at him.

“First I’ll fuck you then you fuck me if it’s still raining,” Chuck said.

“Okay,” Johnny sighed.

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