Two Against the Odds, Chapter 2
Back in the sleeping accommodations of the rig, Allen was eager to receive his massage. This young stud probably wouldn't give him a good backrub, but he didn't care. The kid's looks made up for the fact that he was an amateur. Besides, it was the finale Allen was looking forward to.
"Can we all get naked? I promise I won't touch your brother."
"I'm okay with it, but it's his decision about what he wants to do," Sam said.
By way of answer, Shawn shucked his jeans. Since he was going commando, he was nude from the waist down immediately. Allen smiled at how quickly the younger boy boned up.
"You're both hung!" Allen exclaimed. "Too bad you can't participate, Shawn."
"I'm willing to work on the upper part of your body if Sam shows me what to do," Shawn offered. "Maybe I can earn my supper too."
Sam frowned for a moment but shrugged when Shawn nodded vigorously.
"Do you have oil?" Sam asked.
Allen reached into a compartment and produced a bottle of unscented oil. Sam poured some into his hands to warm it and asked Allen to lie face-down. He straddled the man's waist, allowing his ball sac to rest on his skin.
"Okay, Shawn, start working on his neck gently kneading it like so. After you feel those muscles relaxing, work on his shoulders and then down one arm and then the other. You can use more pressure on his delts than you do on his shoulders."
Shawn warmed oil in his hands and took over those areas while Sam began with Allen's feet and worked his way up. To Allen's amazement, it was very much like having a professional masseur. It was even better having four hands on his body at the same time. He relaxed so much that he was nearly asleep when Sam asked him to turn over, about 25 minutes later. When he did, his semi-erect penis rapidly swelled to the max.
Again, Sam worked from Allen's ankles upward while Shawn paid attention to his chest, particularly his nipples. Shawn's goodies were hanging tantalizingly close to Allen's face, but he didn't dare take them in his mouth for fear of upsetting Sam. He didn't want to do anything that would offend the protective older brother and prevent him from finishing the massage as Allen wanted it to.
"I'm ready for a happy ending," Allen moaned as he pulled out lube and a condom from the same compartment where he kept the massage oil.
Sam froze in place because he had a momentary flashback to the situation he'd escaped from.
"I'm not letting you use my ass!" Sam exclaimed. "I didn't bargain for that. I'll walk the rest of the way to Florida rather than getting fucked."
"Please listen, Sam. I'm not asking you to bottom for me; I'd like you to top me. I really want to feel that big, hot cock of yours massaging my prostate," Allen said as he pulled his legs up to his chest.
"Um, I'm not sure how my brother's gonna feel about this."
"It's not my business what you do with your dick," Shawn said. "I won't feel any different about you whatever you choose."
"Please, Sam," Allen begged. "I love my family and I love my wife, but there's the one thing I need that she can't give me! Please, please, please! I'll give you $50 on top of your dinners."
The offer of that much cash convinced Sam. It would go a long way toward getting them to Florida. He tore the foil package open and unrolled the condom over his dick like a pro while Allen lubed himself up and smeared extra jelly on Sam's sheathed saber.
"I'll do it, but with no kissing. That's saved for someone I care about."
"Okay, I won't try to kiss you. Would it be okay to give Shawn's balls a tongue-bath? That would really turn me on!"
"I'm good with that," Shawn insisted.
For a brief moment it occurred to Sam that this could be his chance to pour out some of his built-up anger. He could brutalize someone in the same manner he'd been molested. He was being invited to perform an act which he could use to make the man suffer. But the feeling passed.
Sam wasn't evil by nature. This person had been good to him. He couldn't take out his resentment on him. So, he entered the tight orifice gently. He knew how painful it was to be forced. He waited until Allen said he was ready, and even then, he didn't ram it home before Allen begged him to go deeper.
Meanwhile, Shawn knelt over Allen's face, offering his boy-parts to be licked. When he leaned forward, it put his mouth in close proximity to Sam's. The boys closed their eyes as their lips met.
Sam was thankful that he'd come earlier in the shower because it gave him staying power. Otherwise, he might have ejaculated before Allen was satisfied.
When Allen began making whimpering noises in a steady rhythmic pattern, the boys knew he was close. Shawn gasped into Sam's mouth, as he climaxed, blasting his seed all over Allen's chest. His orgasm sent the man over the edge. The throbbing of Allen's rectal muscles brought Sam with them.
Allen scooped up Shawn's load and licked it off of his fingers. He asked Sam for the spent condom and emptied the contents into his mouth as well, greedily swallowing all he could get.
"That was the best massage I've ever had!" he exclaimed.
Then, he reached for his wallet and counted out $50 for Sam. He was so delighted with the experience that he gave Shawn another $25 for his part in it.
"We need to clean up enough to go eat. I've had my appetizer and now I'm hungry for some meat of a different kind."
The guys removed any remaining residue with disposable wipes, and Allen offered a bottle of cologne if they wanted spray enough on their bodies to cover the scent of sperm.
As promised, Allen paid for the boys' evening meals. They were careful to choose foods which would stick with them, and which didn't cost a fortune. Allen was impressed with the fact that they weren't overspending. They were beginning to feel like part of his family, and he had a twinge of guilt over the sexual episode he'd led them into. However, neither of them seemed to be upset over it, and he had certainly enjoyed it.
Sleeping in the truck was a bit cramped for three. Sam chose the center spot to shield his "brother" in case Allen tried to feel him up in the night. That didn't happen, but Shawn did snuggle up to Sam, so Sam held him in his arms, kissing the back of his neck before they fell to sleep.
Early in the morning, Allen got on the road again after they'd all gone to the restroom. He grabbed a sweet roll and a cup of coffee and told them to get something which would hold them for a couple of hours. He promised to stop near a McDonald's for a sausage and egg biscuit after they'd driven down the road a way.
Allen felt like a winner. Sure, he'd been generous with the boys. However, their services had cost him less than he usually paid for a message on this run. Originally, he'd been upset that his favorite masseur was quarantined and wouldn't be available this time. It had all worked out for the best. He'd become fond of the teens in the process. He'd told them far more about himself than he would have another adult. He hoped they wouldn't try to use their knowledge in an attempt to shake him down. Somehow, he sensed that they weren't like that.
Still feeling in a generous and protective mood, he arranged with the warehouse foreman to hire the boys to help unload the truck when they got to their destination. The place was desperate for workers and would pay them a fair wage under the table to avoid the paperwork. Thus, Sam and Shawn were closer to having enough money for bus tickets.
"I wish I could find a phone to let Uncle Beto know where I am," Shawn lamented. "I couldn't afford a cell phone."
"Why didn't you say something earlier? I have a track phone. It was one of my first purchases after I got away. I wanted one that couldn't be traced. I forgot about putting your uncle's number in my contacts, so please do it when you call him."
Uncle Beto was relieved to hear from his nephew. In their short conversation, Rick let him know that he was safe and had a traveling companion. He hoped that his uncle would help his friend to get established in Florida as well.
If anyone were to call him to verify the identity of the teens, he was supposed to say they were his sister's orphaned kids, Sam and Shawn Smith. Sam was 18 and he, Rick, was pretending to be Shawn who was 16. Beto wrote down the information so he wouldn't slip up if he got a call. He wished Rick a safe journey and reminded him to be careful.
Allen arranged with a driver whom he trusted to give the boys a lift to Atlanta. It would put them there around dinner time. Hopefully, they could take a bus from there to West Palm Beach. Sam was fairly sure they had saved up enough money to pay for the last leg of their trip. If they could travel later in the evening, they could sleep on the bus, thus keeping them from having to find shelter in a strange city. If not, they could try to sleep in the station until the next morning.
When they got to Atlanta, it was quite a hike to the station from where the truck driver delivered his load. He would have driven them there if semis were allowed in that part of town. They might have sprung for a cab, but they couldn't risk coming up short for their fares.
Luck was with them. There was room on a bus which would leave in three hours, and they had enough to cover the cost. Now, all they had to do was to wait. They were debating how much they should spend on something to eat when a nice-appearing gentleman came over to talk with them.
"Hi, I sense that you're down on your luck. My name is Dwayne Albertson, and I think I could make you some money."
"Let me guess," Sam cocked an eyebrow, "We're cute enough to be underwear models and you could show us the ropes."
"Um, yeah, something like that. How did you guess?"
"I fell for that kind of line once and it cost me my ass. Get out of my sight before I beat the shit out of you!"
"Look, punk, I was trying to be helpful. I think I'll call the cops and turn you in, `cause I know you're runaways."
"Go right ahead. You don't want to deal with the police. We'll explain your proposition and they'll charge you with soliciting minors and get a warrant to search your computer. I'll bet you'll be sent to jail because there's probably child pornography on it!"
The man fled hastily.
"Oh man! I've never seen you so upset! Did that really happen to you, or is it part of the act?"
Sam closed his eyes in a vain attempt to keep his composure and nodded.
"SHIT!" Shawn exclaimed as he threw his arms around his friends and held him until the tears stopped flowing.
A couple of hours later, the boys were nestled under Sam's sleeping bag on the bus headed for Florida. It wasn't cold enough to need that much cover, but the weight and warmth was comforting. They were snacking on Ritz peanut butter crackers and water that they'd purchased from the vending machine in the station. It was about all they could afford after paying for their fare.
Eventually, they fell asleep. About two hours later, Sam began thrashing around. It was evident that he was having a nightmare. Shawn woke up quickly and got him awake too.
"Damn, it was so real. Simon pointed a knife at my chest, and he lunged forward. I could feel it piercing my heart. With my dying breath, I shoved him out the window."
"Is Simon a real person?"
"Yes."
"A really bad guy?"
"The worst! I'll tell you more about it later, preferably when your uncle is there, so I don't have to repeat it more times than necessary. Right now, I have to think about other things, or I'll go nuts. Tell me about the beach at your uncle's place."
Shawn held Sam closely, inventing a story about the two of them running naked in the surf, free of all restraints. Sam nodded off rather quickly. His next dreams were of Shawn and him kissing on the sandy shore.
Author's notes: Thanks to Joe W (1), Walter S, Frank K, Steve C, Gordon, JLF, Paul R, Ken McC, Ott H, Geoff S, glf, Tim T, Jim W, Bill T, Lance C, Hotrod, Les H, Lance C, and John L who emailed this past week. I appreciate your responses.
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