Ride to Nowhere
By Ian Kovnats ()
Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved
It cost $1.75 to go from the first bus stop to the last stop, at the bus yard and next month it was going up to $2.50. Joe didn’t know how he’d manage the extra seventy five cents, but maybe he could skip a day or two. Problem was, he didn’t always get the buck seventy five as it was. People just weren’t that free with their pocket change anymore, even out in front of the liquor stores.
The round trip on the diesel bus generally took about 5 hours depending on the number of people getting on or off at any particular time. Still it was 5 hours where he could relax, and keep warm. The bus driver didn’t say much, but the way he would look at him when he got on, made him feel dirty. It wasn’t like he stunk either as he showered daily at the local hostel, it was just that he always wore the same clothes.
He was 6foot 2inches tall and weighed in at about 185 though he was considerably lighter these days. Lack of eating three squares a day weren’t exactly a help. Joe had it all, or so he had thought until about two months ago, when his world collapsed around him. First was being Outed by that asshole Tim which didn’t seem all that serious at the time. After all, so what if he was queer, he had his basketball scholarship and was 2nd in scoring so far this season for his college team.
There were bumps and all, and while classes weren’t exactly a priority he still maintained the base average required. Least he thought he had until the Coach called him into his office. The second he entered he knew he was in deep shit. Oh sure, the guy talked sympathetic, but bottom line was he had his scholarship revoked, and had less than a month to either get his grades up or leave the dorm, and college. It had stunned him and despite his best efforts, he was doomed to fail.
The Professors no longer seemed willing to give him any breaks. They bore down on him and made him feel like a total idiot, and yet the day before they had laughed and joked with him. It all had changed, as did the student body response. He found scribbling’s of hate all over his locker. His dorm roommate disappeared, clothes and all.
Calling home didn’t help either as his father wouldn’t even talk to him. His mother was in tears but was adamant that he couldn’t come home. They wouldn’t send him money either and suddenly Joe realized, just how alone he was in the world. Going to the college chapel was no help. All the Pastor could do was tell him to pray, and to seek guidance in trying to come to terms with his sinning ways.
To say he grew up fast was an understatement. Suddenly he was on the street, no money and no job and all he could think of doing was trying to survive. He wasn’t totally broke but no way was it enough to last as he quickly found out. Until now, he never gave a thought at how much a simple burger, fries, and drink cost but those first few days out on the street taught him fast.
Joe had heard the stories, about how people resorted to stealing, or worse even. He vowed he wouldn’t be one of those bums begging at street corners and in less than a week, there he was, hand out asking for spare change. It felt wrong, dirty even but the alternative wasn’t exactly appealing to him.
Suddenly he was part of a whole new world. Sleeping at night was a toss up between freezing or being robbed. You just never slept with your eyes shut and if you got into a shelter, you paid for that privilege as well. You leant to listen to speeches, to men preach about the evils of drink and the promise of riches if you just let God into your life.
It struck him as odd, because until now he always believed in GOD, and it hadn’t stopped all this shit from happening to him. He was down, depressed but he refused to give in. He spent his time shuffling around town, looking for jobs he could do, looking for just a chance. He hadn’t found any yet, but he kept trying. It got harder as time went on, his clothes looked rough, and people no longer seemed to even give him the time of day as he tried to get a job.
Desperation was growing on him as snow began to fall at nights and shelters became harder to get into. Even the religious one’s that required attendance for hours of preaching were filling up long before supper. It was then that he hit upon the buses. Least it gave him a break from the weather and he could rest, easy and relatively safe. Despite the weird glances it was his only choice. He didn’t know what else to do and he knew time was running out for him. It was getting harder each day to just make enough to ride the bus, have even a cheap burger or something. His stomach ached at times from being empty and despite that he still didn’t think he could resort to what some of the others were doing.
It was a culture he wasn’t prepared for. The constant moving around, whether from angry store owners or police or just others down on their luck. He was never able to just stay in one place long enough to think. He met a few others, but it was a closed society or so it seemed.
One guy told him about things that he couldn’t imagine, but now, sitting at the back of the bus, leaning on the window, he wondered how long before he too would find himself thinking about those things. It wasn’t that he was a prude, just that he had this idea that sex wasn’t something you sold. He wasn’t an expert, and his own sexual experiences were limited, still, he just couldn’t see himself going with some stranger, dropping his pants and being taken.
Thinking about it made him shiver and cringe. Not in his entire 20 years of living had Joe ever thought he’d be considering selling his body. He’d read about it, but to be in that position now, it made him feel so ashamed. Being gay was never something he really had thought about, it was just something he was.
He was smart enough to not flaunt it, but he never thought it would come to this. It wasn’t like he could change, it was who he was. Women never did anything for him sexually, and even though he had tried, it just never worked out. Christ he couldn’t even get it hard enough to penetrate a girl, despite everything he could think of. Nothing had worked for him on the few times he had tried.
Now, sitting at the back, he felt like life wasn’t worth living. There was no hope in sight and even the bus driver was starting to look at him oddly. At first he had been nice, and usually nodded but now he just stared. He watched him as he paid the fare, making sure it was all there. Somehow Joe knew that if he was even a penny short, the guy wouldn’t let him on.
Nothing surprised him anymore and that only deepened his sadness. He was lost in his thoughts and didn’t notice the older man get on the bus. The guy had to be about 50 or so Joe thought, and he dressed nicely too. Over the last week he had noticed the man always getting on just after him, and half way along the route, he would descend. He never spoke to anyone or even acknowledged them, but just sat there, staring ahead.
It was eerie but he got used to it. After all, why would anyone bother to look at him or speak to him. He was the bum who rode the bus.
To say he was startled when the man came and sat next to him would be a mild understatement. It made him nervous as the guy sat right next to him, not over to the other edge. He could smell the fragrance of cologne, one his own father used. Odd, to smell that and then think of his dad, but smell did that, so they said.
Joe managed to examine him closer, without drawing attention to the fact. He noticed how the suit was not new, and yet while being well worn, it was clean and looked after. The shirt cuffs were a bit frayed but crisp and clean as well. Everything about the man showed he was not wealthy, but was clean.
People came and left and still not a word from the guy. It was spooky really because Joe knew the man was glancing at him at various times. Specially when his stomach growled a few times he could feel the old man’s eyes looking at him. It made him try to shrink into the seat, but to no avail. There really wasn’t much he could do as the bus continued along its normal route.
Staring out the window he could tell that soon the man would be getting up to leave. His stop was coming up. Joe felt uneasy, yet as he counted the stops till the man would leave, he began to relax a bit. Soon he could go back to trying to think.
Just as he was once more settling back into his thoughts, he felt the light tap on his shoulder. He turned to find himself facing the man who didn’t look so forbidding as he had thought. The face looked concerned but was a kind face. The eyes looked at him softly, as if to comfort him and strangely enough he did feel rather comforted.
In a soft voice the man invited him home for some dinner. He was quick to make mention there would be no strings attached, almost as if he had read Joe’s mind. It was a bit freaky but the rumbling in his stomach couldn’t be denied. He shrugged his okay and left the bus when the old man’s stop came. He saw the surprise in the bus driver’s face but it quickly turned away.
It was a cold night and they walked hunched over, the sound of their feet crunching the fresh snow the only sound they heard. It wasn’t far and Joe was a bit surprised to find himself standing in front of a rather attractive single story house. The walk had been shovelled earlier and it looked nice.
Entering the home he knew it was that of a single man. The morning mail was still on the side table by the front door. In the small kitchen dishes were still in the sink but the house was warm and smelled of stale tobacco smoke.
The old man introduced himself as
It wasn’t long before the man came into the room, two plates in his hand as he called Joe to the table. He placed a rather large plate in front of Joe, filled with beans, and a large fresh home made hamburger patty. Joe’s mouth watered as he stared at the food, and when
Barely able to contain himself, Joe waited for the old man to sit down to his smaller serving. It didn’t take him a second to dig in once
After he had eaten all he could manage, he leaned back a little in the chair. For the first time he felt human again as he looked around the dining room. There were many pictures on one side and he began to examine the home. It looked like any other as he found it surprisingly empty of any womanly touches.
The curtains were plain and dark. There was no coasters or other frills that he could see, just lots of picture frames of men. It didn’t strike him odd at first, but as he ate the offered piece of Apple Pie it dawned on him. He could see that many of the pictures were of men his age. There wasn’t anything special about them really, other than that and he noticed
He didn’t know what to do, but suddenly he felt rather self conscious and also a bit frightened. Maybe the guy was some serial killer who liked em young, though in all honesty he thought he could take the guy easily enough. He didn’t look like a fighter but you never knew with some people. The silence became awkward until the man finally spoke.
It wasn’t expected either as the man didn’t beat around either.
Worked too because when the man added what he was willing to pay, mentioning that Joe was free to refuse the offer without any further discussion, it was already decided. He wasn’t sure how that had happened, but he had finally come to that choice he had been avoiding for a few days now. As his situation had grown more desperate, he had always known he could attract some older man, given his looks and age, but he never thought he could go through with it. Yet here he was, after one hot meal, already willing to sell what he never believed he would.
For starters he did get a decent meal and was getting a nice long hot shower as well. In addition
Still the shame was lurking but he pushed aside. He could leave, he knew that and not do it, but fuck, the money was good and it would help. So he let an old guy have him, it wasn’t the end of the world despite the turning of his stomach as he thought about it. The hot water of the shower though helped ease the pain inside as he let the stinging needles of the spray wash the last few weeks away. It wasn’t the end but at least for a bit he could pretend it was. Maybe
He must have been in the shower for hours he thought as he wrapped the towel around his belly. Joe was surprised
To the right was the bedroom, where
The smile on
Joe dropped the towel from around his waist, letting it fall to the floor. As it did he noticed the sparkle in
He leaned over the prone body, letting his groin brush across the man’s belly as he clambered over to lay next to him. He shuffled over so his long lean body nestled next to
Without any idea of what to do, he let his body go from instinct. His hand moved down and under the loosely closed bathrobe. The palms of his hand touched the skin and it made him quiver a bit. It was an odd sensation for him, to be touching the naked flesh of someone he didn’t know, who was paying him for it. It all felt unreal as he let his hand move upwards, the terry cloth robe being pushed aside by his motion. His fingers inched upwards, till they found the rather hard nipple.
Bit of surprise that and he looked down at it. His eyes saw his hand stretched across some rather pale white skin. The tip of his fingers were resting just under a very firm dark purple nipple that was dead centre of a more brownish circle. His eyes opened wider as he watched himself move and caress around that firm nipple, occasionally flicking the finger tip to shake the nipple. It was exciting to him as he lost himself in exploring the naked man.
He heard the sound of wheezing now and then, and even the sucking in of air as his hand explored gently the entire upper torso. It moved from side to side and on one venture, he pinched one of those firm nipples. He heard that inner sigh and knew he had hit a tender spot. Joe bent his head down and with his tongue he began to lick around the firm rubbery skin. He let his tongue barely touch the base of the nipple, as he concentrated on the hard rough skin around it. Then suddenly he lunched forward, placing his whole mouth over the breast. His teeth nibbled now at the nipple and a loud groan escaped from
Now Joe climbed up and straddled the man. His hips held the older man down as his hands pushed aside the robe and he began to kiss and lick at the rather flat stomach. There wasn’t much of a paunch to it, but he could feel the muscles inside, coiling as he continued to tease the man with his tongue.
The groans grew louder as Joe continued to caress the sides of
Feeling the man’s own thickening penis under him, Joe began to slide down the legs, and this time he used his own legs to push
His body was already on fire, or so it felt. He let himself slide down, feeling the sweat beading up on his forehead as the aroma of stale sweat and cock mingled in his nostrils. He breathed in deeply as he felt the hard pole under his chin, digging into his throat from the outside. All he could think of was in grabbing that cock and swallowing it whole as the fever of lust took over.
He bit the soft roll of flesh above the pubic hairs, that made
‘Oh God, Take it, please, oh God, take it, take it now’ echoed in his ears as he felt the body shuddering to his touch. His eyes were glazed as he slid down a bit further. The hard cock was slowly sliding up his chin, and he reached over to hold onto it. He felt the hot flesh as he held it steady, and immediately opened his mouth to stuff it in. There was no delay either as he let the hard pulsing pole enter his mouth.
His lips quickly wrapped around the hot meat, and his head began its up and down motion as he fed the huge pole deep down into his eager throat. Loud moans and groans came from
One of his hands reached down to fondle the scrotum. The leathery sacs were hard and full as he jostled them and poked at them with his finger. Then he let his finger reach under the sac, to push them up.
The body squirmed as his finger found the pink hole surrounded by a mound of wiry hair. He pushed further, letting his finger dig past the tight hole and
His hips arched up, driving his cock deeper into Joe’s mouth and as it went sailing deep down into the back of his throat, he felt it rear back. The head suddenly wasn’t touching his tonsils and then suddenly it came roaring back, only this time it was firing its load.
The hot sticky cum came flooding out before he realized it. He gagged on that first load as
This time Joe was ready for the hot flood of cream and as it came flooding into his throat, he pushed himself forward to meet
The cum was dribbling out of the corners of his mouth, but Joe didn’t care as he dug the fingers in. He wanted
Joe lay on his back, next to
Looking over he saw a strange glint in
He looked at the bills in his hand, then over at