WARNING: This chapter contains profanity, sexual situations, and disturbing behavior. The last chapter will contain profanity, violence, and intercourse between youth and adults. This is the sole creation of the writer. Feel free to contact me at the above email.
Vacation to Abomination, Part 2 By Peter Roman
Two days later, we arrived at (censored) Airport in the afternoon. I had spent most of my trip sleeping, but I was still tired and starting to get hungry.
An old behemoth of a truck was waiting on X when we got there. He took me and two strangers with him. The strangers were paunchy, middle aged, white men. "This ride is two hours long. When we get to (censored), we'll be separating again. You'll be going with D here, and both of you will be picked up by Sven, or as everyone calls him, Vinny. Hopefully, he shows up on time today," X informed me, as D groaned. "And I'll warn you now; Vinny is a little weird, to say the least."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, for one, he's unreliable. Second, he's gotten touchy with a few of our guys in the past. If he does, tell him to fuck off--nicely. He's one of our few contacts here, so be firm but polite."
The drive felt like an eternity, especially since there wasn't much to look at: The landscape was gray and barren; and the battered road was lined with garbage and the occasional abandoned vehicle. Making matters worse, there was a mild stench, and the truck sounded and vibrated like a helicopter.
We arrived in (censored), which was a small, poor farming community. All of us but the driver exited the vehicle. Four other vehicles were there, and people were boarding three of them. One of them was an old, light blue Mercedes. "Of course he's not here," D bitched.
"Someone fucking call Vinny!" X barked out. He looked at me and held up his hands. "It shouldn't be much longer." He plopped his hands down and glanced at D. "We'll see you both tomorrow."
X got in the Mercedes with Y, and the driver took off. Soon, all the vehicles were gone, and it was just D and me. "Mother fuckers," D grumbled.
"Does this always happen?" I asked.
D wouldn't even look at me. Instead, he kicked his luggage over and sat on it.
We sat there for hours, as children played nearby. They occasionally stopped and watched us, and at one point, one of them yelled at us. They were skinny and dirty, and a few were fascinated by us, while others were apprehensive or agitated. Meanwhile, all I could think about were food and a shower.
Vinny finally arrived in a tiny, off-white car, which had a strange, angular shape. He looked like something out of an old porno: He appeared to be his 30s and had a short, scrawny figure; thin, tacky mustache; tanned, leathery skin; and unruly, wavy hair. Furthermore, his clothes looked he had been wearing them since the 90s.
We got in the vehicle, which reeked of body odor, cheap cigarettes, and cheaper liquor. A man was in the backseat, and he was another paunchy, middle aged American. Immediately, Vinny said something like, "Good morning, Americans."
"Fucking idiot," D grumbled.
Vinny grinned and guffawed, as if he thought D had greeted him.
We rode to Vinny's place, or shall I say, wobbled to it. His home was in another town about forty minutes away, and although it was two stories, it was cramped and cluttered. It was also smoky inside, and the smell of boiling grease filled it. Right away, my skin started to feel oily, and my stomach started to turn. Moments later, I could also feel insects crawling on me.
Shortly after we entered, a woman began screaming somewhere in the house, and Vinny scrambled off towards her. "This way," D said to me.
D and I went to one room, as the other guy went to another. There were two flimsy cots in the room, and they had thin mattresses and faded blankets on them. There were also a dresser in one corner and a poster of NSYNC above it.
Immediately, D tore the blankets off one bed and tossed his luggage on it.
Within minutes, I popped an Ambien and crawled in bed. However, it took me hours to fall asleep because of the shit around me. The mattress had springs sticking out everywhere, and the room was sweltering and smelled like dirty feet, even with the window open. Furthermore, my perspiration felt like sludge and made my skin itchy. Making matters worse, D sounded like a chainsaw when he snored, and my bed sounded like crickets when I moved.
I woke up in the middle of the night. I had to piss, so I got out of bed and stumbled through clutter and darkness to reach the hallway. Then, I searched the hallway for a bathroom and found one three minutes later.
Not surprisingly, the light and toilet barely worked and the room was grotesque. After I pissed, I tried to wash my hands, but gave up because the water was grimy.
I left the bathroom and stumbled towards the room. Suddenly, a light flickered on, and I spun around. Vinny was standing there naked with his boner in his hand. His skin looked horrid: It was saggy, hairy, and splotchy; and two or three insects were crawling on him. His cock was long and venous, and his foreskin was so loose it hung over his massive cock head. He was standing bowlegged and was rocking his hips a little. "Like?" he asked in what sounded like a growl.
Calmly, I proceeded to the room and climbed back in bed. Moments later, I saw a shadow on the wall. It was Vinny masturbating in the doorway, as he continued to make that growling noise. I tried my best to ignore him, and thankfully, he got the hint and left.
Early the next morning, X and the driver picked us up. Automatically, I noticed how clean and rested X looked. He didn't even ask how our night was, and to be honest, I don't think he cared.
We went to a small eatery, which was inside an older couple's home. Compared to Vinny's house, it was nice and cozy.
The owners were friendly and seemed to only know we were tourists. X was the only one who talked to them, and he seemed to know their language well. At one point, he showed them pictures of his `grandkids', and I think the woman asked when he was going to bring his wife. After he answered, he turned to D and whispered, "If she only knew."
The woman fixed us a big meal, which tasted like Vinny's house, but that was because the smell was still in my sinuses. Afterwards, she let the three of us from Vinny's take a shower. The shower was lukewarm and the pressure was poor, but I was still relieved to get one.
After I showered, I went outside to wait with the others. As soon as we boarded our transportation, I fell back to sleep.
(To Be Continued...)