"The Hitch in my Plan" by Chris Slade
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The Hitch in my Plan
Part One
I shouldn't have been out on the road traveling by myself but I'm young and I guess a little foolish. With no car and not much money to my name, I found it hard to justify paying almost seventy-five dollars for a one way bus ticket just to travel two-hundred and fifty miles to Denver. My mom couldn't take me because she spent all her free time caring for her elderly mother who has Alzheimers Disease.
I wanted to go to the big city to visit some friends from High School and try to find a decent job. It was the end of May and the weather in Colorado was finally starting to get warm. I decided I could walk there and have an adventure along the way. I saw people walking on the highway all the time and figured two-hundred fifty miles really wasn't that far. I was in good shape. I had been on the swim team in high school and also ran track. I figured I could do between twenty and thirty miles a day miles a day and be there within about a week's time. If I caught a ride, I could be there in only a few hours. But that was plan-b. I had challenged myself to see of I could walk the whole way on my own. A way to test my manhood. A rite of passage that all young men must complete before they are considered adults.
I called John and Ted and verified their address and told them to expect me shortly. They offered to come get me on the weekend if I gave them gas money but I didn't want to be a bother and I had my challenge to complete. If only I could go back to that moment and take them up on their kind offer. I didn't know what could happen to me but I know now.
I packed up my essential belongings into a large ARMY backpack that was on a metal frame. The huge ones that they used in Vietnam when they went into the bush for months at a time. I set out on foot with a map and a spirit of adventure.
The first day was great. About mid-morning it started to get hot so I took off my shirt and worked on a tan. I wore my soccer shorts because they were lightweight and kept me cool. They didn't cover much but I had nothing to hide. I was fairly athletic. Although I'm not vain, I do know that I'm good looking and most girl think I'm was pretty hot. A couple of cars honked at me and one pulled over and offered me a ride. A ride I should have taken but I turned it down and kept walking toward my own future. I was about to meet my fate.
I found a pasture when it got dark and made a little fire. I didn't set up my tent, that was only in case it rained. I slept in just my sleeping bag and I jerked off twice while thinking about a girl I used to date that was damn sexy. A total fox and totally crazy too. There was too much bullshit to put up with so I dumped her hard but I still thought about her nice tits and how good it felt to hump her pussy. I tried to stick it in her ass on multiple occasions but she wouldn't even consider it. I told her it was safer that way cause she wouldn't get pregnant. I really just didn't want to wear a rubber and I'd heard how much tighter it was back there. She said that only faggots fucked up the ass and I should go find one if that's what I wanted to do. I thought to myself that at least a fag wouldn't make me jump through hoops just to get a fuck on a regular basis. Another problem was that she wouldn't ever suck my cock. She gave me a few lame hand jobs when we first started dating. When I finally persuaded her to try sucking my dick, she bent down and licked the tip a couple of times. She pulled away from my crotch and said she would throw up if I made her put it in her mouth. As I came, I imagined I was shooting my load down her throat and holding her head down on it until I was finished. In my fantasy, she had learned to love the taste of my spunk and was now addicted to sucking my cock and swallowing my cum. The second time I came that night, I was thinking about all the hot girls there would be in Denver and how I would be able to fuck someone different every night of the week and never have to see them again. I wanted to sow my wild oats in all the fertile soil I could find.
The next day I started early just after the sun came up. My legs were sore and aching at first but after a few miles I was back in the groove. It was cold until the sun came all the way up over the mountains and I decided to wear my track pants and a hoodie. By 10 AM I was starting to get sweaty so I walked down off the shoulder of the highway and changed back into my soccer shorts. I decided to free-ball it instead of getting one of my few pairs of clean underwear dirty out on the road. It felt good letting my cock and balls hang loose in the airy nylon shorts. As I walked, my dick head slid back and forth against the slick, cool material and I soon realized my semi-hard cock was leaking so much precum that it had saturated the front of my shorts. Man, I was gonna have to jerk off when I stopped for lunch.
As I walked, I made plans for my new life in Denver. I thought I could probably get a job as a waiter. My cousin had moved to New York a few years ago and he worked as a waiter. He told me about some of the huge tips he got and all the guys he met. He had come out and told us all he was gay the first Christmas after he moved. Some people in the family got really upset about him being a fag but I was cool with it. He and I had always been good friends when we were growing up and I always thought he might be gay. A few times when we were younger he had asked if we could jerk off together. I was ready to agree to it one time but after he pulled his big cock out, I got embarrassed cause I was just starting puberty and mine was still lots smaller than his. I thought he might laugh at me or tell people I was small and I didn't want people to think I wasn't a hung stud like him. I had heard that if you got hard a lot and exercised your dick by jerking off all the time, that it would make it get bigger. I guess people thought it was a muscle that got bigger with use. So I jerked my boy cock off multiple times every day. I would pump it until it was sore and red from friction. I tried to get a hard on as often as I could. Eventually, It did get bigger but only naturally as my body changed and my hormones ramped up. It was probably forcing myself to stay horny so much of the time that led to the all the perversions I developed as a teenager.
His leaving to go to New York was kind of the inspiration for my own move to a big city. He had moved away from our boring little town and a million opportunities opened up for him. I wanted the same freedom and the excitement of the urban nightlife and club scene. I also knew that there were more chances to meet girls that would be into doing some crazy sexual shit. Girls in my small town were too uptight to ever let me fuck them up the ass or tie them up. Most of them wouldn't even give blowjobs because they thought cocks were too disgusting to put in their mouth. I had heard about clubs in Denver where people went just to have sex with each other. And other clubs where people got tied up and whipped on stage for everyone to see. I knew that was where I belonged. In a world of perverts who weren't ashamed of what they wanted and who lived out the things I had only fantasized about.
In fact I had a coupe notebooks in my backpack that I had filled up with stories about my fantasies. I started inventing fantasies back when I was trying to get a bigger cock by jerking off constantly. I had to come up with ideas to get me in the mood after I had made myself cum three of four times in a day so I had developed some pretty serious perversions and fetishes. I had tried all sorts of sex stuff on myself. I tried putting my fingers in my butt which felt kind of good but seemed really gay. I had read some stories in the back of Playboy and Penthouse that gave me a few more ideas like using rope and Saran wrap and candle wax. I started writing my daydreams down. Some of them were only half a page long and others went on and on. I used to sit in my room all night on the weekends. When mom went to bed, I'd lock my door and get naked. Then I'd watch some nasty porn movies my buddy gave to me. He had gotten them from his brother that was in the Marine's and man were they hot. He got them in Germany and although I couldn't understand what they were saying, I sure as hell got the general idea from the action on the screen. There was even a scene where three guys pissed all over this slutty chick after they had gang banged her. She loved it and let them pee in her mouth and then she drank it. No girls in town were going to let me piss on them and they would have told everyone what a freak I was if I asked them to.
So I started learning more about kink and BDSM on the internet and I wrote down things I wanted to try. Almost like a bucket list for sex. Eventually, I started writing down whole scenarios where my imagination went wild. I've written some ideas down that I don't even think are possible or they would be really dangerous to try. But they are just fantasies. I'll be happy if I only ever try half the stuff I've written down. Sometimes I imagine I'm the one tied down and other times , I'm the one in control and I can do whatever I want to my victim.
When I started getting hungry I began looking for a good place to stop and rest for a bit and eat. I came across a dry creak bed that ran through an underpass in the highway. I found a wide part of the creak bank under the road and parked there for a bit. I ate and had a few sips of whiskey that I stole from my mom's stash. I dug through the backpack and found my notebooks. I lay there and felt myself up while I read a few fantasies. The story i was reading was about body piercing. I had seen pictures of guys with pierced dicks and I thought it looked really hot. I had tried to imagine what my own dick would look like with a Prince Albert or an ampallang. And I knew I wanted to get my nipples pierced. My nipples were really sensitive and I loved to pinch them when I jerked off. In this story, I have gone into a tattoo parlor with a hot girl that did their piercings. I imagine that she locks the door to the room we're in and tells me to get naked. She says to think of it like getting a physical at the doctor. She's sexy so I'm eager to get naked for her. When I sit down in the adjustable chair (like a dentists chair), she starts using straps to secure my arms legs and body. She says that this is so I don't jerk around and hurt myself when she pierces me. It makes sense so I let her strap me down. Then she brings out a ball gag and gags me, so I don't scream too loud she explains. She notices my dick is hard and teases me for getting excited. When I reach the part of the story where she pierces my nipples, I pinch my nipples as hard as I can and dig my fingernails in. I imagine i'm really getting pierced. In the story, she keeps piercing me all over even though I only wanted my nipples and penis done. Afterward she keeps me tied down and tortures me by twisting the new piercings through my sour flesh. She edges me and makes me eat her pussy. I don't make it to the end where she jerks me off twice; I cum just after the part where she gives me my first cock piercing. I pinch my nipples and rub my cum into them as I come down from an intense orgasm. I didn't really have anything to clean up with so I just spread my load across my chest and stomach. I tried to rub it into my skin but it just smeared over me like a layer of frosting on a cake. It was sticky at first and then as it dried, it felt tight. I figured I could clean up when I came across a rest area or a gas station.
I left the notebooks just under the flap at the top of my pack for easier access later and climbed back up to the road. A little while later when I started to get sweaty again, I could smell my cum as it got moist and slid down into my shorts. I really needed to shower cause my armpits were smelling pretty rank. I looked on my map and the next town was over a days walk at least.
I kept walking and covered a lot of distance that day. When it got dark, I found a place to settle down for the night. I made a fire with some dead tree branches I scavenged. I sat by the fire and read some more of my fantasies while sipping on the whiskey and tugging on my cock. I fell to sleep in front of the fire and woke up in the middle of the night, still a little drunk and holding my dick. I was freezing and when I stood up to go get into my sleeping bag, I stumbled and stuck my foot in a gopher hole. I felt my ankle pop as I fell to the ground. Fuck, was it broken? I righted myself and pulled my foot out of the hole. It wasn't broken, just sprained. I knew I wouldn't be able to walk far like this so I decided to try and get some sleep and in the morning I'd hitch hike to the next town and call my friends in Denver for a ride.
I hardly slept at all and as soon as the sky started to get light I hobbled to the road using my backpack to support me. I sat down on the shoulder of the highway with my leg out straight and waited for a vehicle to come by. The first fifteen or twenty cars just passed me and kept driving. Eventually a big dump truck approached and began to slow down. It came to a stop about fifty yards past me.
To be continued...
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