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
