Getting Home

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Getting Home     Seems like when stuff goes wrong, it just goes wrong.  I was having one of those days, I missed the last bus from school because of Band practice, mom had been called in to work  early at the hospital, that left walking as my only means of getting home.  The five miles wouldn’t have been so bad but I was in the last stages of recovery from a bad car accident that had taken my dad and nearly killed me.  It was hotter than usual my feet and legs were screaming at me and I needed someplace to sit down and rest.  I cut through the local park, and looked for one of the benches I could rest on when I found one I made a beeline toward it even though there was someone sitting there ad plopped myself down for a badly needed respite.  He was an older guy, and that I would sit down uninvited must have surprised him as well,  back then k**s wouldn’t have intruded on an older persons space like that if they didn’t know them.       I was rubbing my legs, trying to prevent cramps totally on the verge of tears, ‘You okay boy?, he asked looking over at me.  I nodded, ‘yes sir, I replied with out looking up, just need to rest a spell.”  He looked me over, I was in my school uniform, carrying my saxophone case and a backpack full of books, and sweating like a pig.  ‘You go to Saint Pat’s?, he asked looking at my Blazer, don’t see many of you k**s going to school there.  I looked up at him, yeah I replied, I got Lucky, knowing what he meant, not many Black k**s went to the Catholic schools in our area in fact I was one of the few.  What’s wrong with your legs?, he finally asked after a while.  So I explained to him about the accident, how I’d missed a year of school for recovery and rehabilitation, then I explained about the shitty day I was having, for some reason I was closer to tears than when I sat down.  ‘How much farther you have go to get home?, he düzce escort asked so I told him.  I stood up mentally preparing for the next two miles of my trek home.  I have a car, he said looking at me, I don’t live far, If you want I’ll give you a ride home.  C’mon he said standing up, can have you home in no time.       Pain made my decision, I followed him, he was right, he didn’t live far, had a nice home with a garage and everything.  Even though the walk was short the pain in my back and legs was excruciating and my benefactor could tell.  “Look, why don’t you come in for a minute and have a cold drink, I’ll get you home when you finish.’  I hesitated, but followed him inside and plopped down on the couch he indicated.  ‘Boy he said, you must really be hurt’n from the look on your face.  I nodded and sat back on his couch.  ‘Oh no I said and grabbed my thighs and started trying to rub out the onslaught of cramps.  He watched me for a few moments, I can give you something for the pain, he said.  I can also massage out your cramps if you want me to.  I can’t describe the pain but it was bad. really bad.  p-p-please, I replied, oh please.  He turned to leave he room, then stopped.  You’ll have to take your pants off, he said looking at me, I simply nodded and he disappeared down the hallway.       He was gone maybe a minute or two and re-appeared with a blanket which he spread onto the couch, a bottle of pills and a tube of cream.  He took my cloths, folded and laid them on a nearby coffee table.  He gave me a pill, this he said will take care of the pain, he said with a smile and gave me some soda to wash it down.  Moving in front of me he spread astringent cream on both is hands and my thighs, he had a serious look on his face as he began to grip and massage my thighs, at first it kind of hurt, but he knew what he was doing, I could feel my escort düzce cramps easing slightly.  After months of rehabilitation therapy, I was no stranger to a good massage, and this guy worked me like a fiddle.  With strong fingers and excellent thumb gouges the cramps lessened their grip on my body.  Or was it the pill?     When he asked me to turn over I did so with no hesitation.  ‘How are you feeling, he asked and I smiled and nodded at him.  He put more cream on his hands and he dug into my lower back, I could feel the warmth of the astringent as it seeped into my back muscles.  Then he started on my legs, but not gently, he attacked the knots, stroked the tendons kneaded the muscles which seemed to surrender to his ministrations.  Slowly methodically he worked back up to my poor back and he worked magic, I no longer felt the tendrils of pain.  H worked his hands under my tee-shirt and worked up to my shoulders, up one side then down the other.  This, he said, you’re going like this, in a husky voice.  His hands worked down to and over my ass.  First one globe, then the other.  He moved in circles, ran his hands so that his thumbs worked down the cleft of my ass, and he would gently cup my gentiles.  A warmth began to spread thru my balls and I found that my member slowly began to inflate.       Enlarging the circles he’d go from the top of my buttocks down to the back of my thighs each time he rubbed down he began to rub a finger down the cleft, and he made a hesitant stab into y anus. I noticed it, but made no protest, gave no resistance.  Not even when he stopped rubbing my thighs, not even when he added the second finger.  I think  he was surprised when I moved my ass to allow for deeper penetration of his “digits” and gave a low moan.  ‘Oh yeah, I heard him mutter and he stood up and from the corner of my eye I saw his pants come off, düzce escort bayan then his weight as he mounted the couch.  For a few seconds he stroked my lower back and ass, then he placed his hands under my thighs and lifted my ass from the couch.  The next sensation was confusing at first, it felt like a finger worked itself in minute circles then slowly worked its way down my cleft.  Somehow I figured what it was just before it buried itself into my anus. I didn’t jump, I was so relaxed, but I felt it wiggling around, I could feel his face stuffed as fully as he could against me and I have to tell you, there was nothing but pleasure.  Before I knew it I was trying to get as much of his tongue into me as I could wiggling and jerking my ass in the effort.       Then it stopped and he raised up, No, I said, don’t..I tried to turn over but he placed his hand in the middle of my back stopping my turn pinning me to the couch.  ‘Sssshhhush, he hissed, and I felt what at first thought was his thumb at my backdoor.  The pain was slight, the pressure steady and insistent.  I was being invaded, and it went deep, before I knew it his full weight was on me and I could feel his hairs against me.  ‘You want this he whispered in my ear, don’t ya,’ slowly  he began to retreat, but only a little.  Yeah, he said, I think you want this too, and he plunged in again.  Another slow partial retreat, another dip into the pit.  The like an old Texas oil pump, slow steady strokes again, and again he worked his organ in and out of me.  I didn’t see it, but I could hear the smile in his voice as I worked my as counter to his strokes.  ‘Yeah bitch, give it to daddy, the speed of his strokes increased.  There was no pain, sadly little pleasure, whatever he gave me earlier took away most of the sensation.  We must’ve however been at it a long time, I remember getting home just before dark and watched as his car as he drove away.       I never missed the bus after that, but did run into “my friend” in the park a few times.  We even got together for a few episodes…but those are other tales of adventure….

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