This is a first submission for me and I look forward to any and all feedback. Thanks so much to Woody for letting me annoy him while he did my editing. Thanks also to the other guys out there who let me ask some of my dirty little questions! Enjoy!
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Somewhere along the line, I got lost. I'm not sure where it happened or when, but I'm definitely lost. I'm not talking about my physical location either. I really thought I had started out ok, but then life started its twisted game of "Let's fuck with Ayden" and see what happens. Ten years later, the chaos is almost second nature though. I just wish that I could make sense of the last 5 years. The one person that could help me disappeared and I've been an absolute shell ever since.
Growing up, I never questioned anything. I just did what I was supposed to do and pretty much stayed out of trouble. I wasn't perfect or anything, but I kept my nose clean. I got good grades in high school, managed to stay involved in various school activities, and was comfortable enough in the social chum ladder so that life wasn't miserable for me. Although I wanted to, I didn't get to go off to some big college. I ended up at the local community college trying to figure out what I was going to do with my life. Everything was moving along just fine at first. Then, life decided I'd been content with things too long and let the dice roll.
It was just a few months before I turned 21 when things started to change for me. I was hanging out with my friends whenever I wasn't in class. I rarely even bothered to show up at home anymore. When I did, it was more to do some laundry, pick up new clothes and call to make sure my family knew that I was in fact still alive. I'd had a few girlfriends over the years, but nothing that was really serious. I'm apparently a pretty good looking guy, at least according to ladies I have dated. I'm 5'11 and 180lbs with an athletic build. My hair is brown, but has auburn highlights. I've been told my eyes are emerald green, but I just think they're plain ol' green.
I was on my way to a friend's house that Friday night, as usual. The back roads are always dark, but that night was abnormally black. There was no moon, a storm was brewing in the distance and, considering I was out in the middle of farm country, there were absolutely no street lights. I didn't see the deer until it was too late. I tried to swerve, but I only made it worse. When my truck finally sputtered to a halt in the ditch, the deer had somehow disappeared, but there was no mistaking the front of the truck had tried to make venison burger. There was also no mistaking that I wasn't going anywhere soon. I wandered in ever widening circles around my truck, cell phone dancing over my head, trying to pick up a signal until my battery finally gave up and quit working.
I sighed and popped the tailgate down. I grabbed a soda from the cooler in the truck and made myself comfortable on the tailgate to wait. It's amazing what goes through your mind when you're all alone in the dark with no one but the crickets and frogs chirping in the distance. I was supposed to be meeting up with the newest hottie tonight. She was a auburn-haired petite little thing that gave great head. As my mind wandered to what I would be doing right now, I felt that familiar twinge in my balls. Leaning back in the bed of the truck, I grabbed a bottle of sunblock that had been rolling around and popped the button on my jeans. Being outside under the still twinkling stars, the breeze that ran across my cock when I first freed it from the denim prison gave me a shiver that ran from my knees to my nipples.
Now I'm no horse, but I'm decently endowed. I've had plenty of ladies tell me I had the perfect cock for swallowing and fucking without causing damage. I'm about 7 ½ inches in length, 2 inches in diameter and circumcised. As the warm summer breeze swirled across the swelling head of my cock, I throbbed in my own grip. A small squirt of SPF30 and I started to let my imagination run wild. Friction is always better than a slippery mess when you're alone. The breeze became her breath when I closed my eyes as I worked my hand over my now leaking cock. The openness of everything around me was apparently more than my now quivering cock could handle. I could feel the tightness begin to build in the base of my cock and curl around my balls.
What I didn't know was that HE was walking up the road. He stopped about 10 feet from the tailgate of my truck. I never heard him walk up. As my impromptu jerk off session erupted in my hand to the sound of distant thunder, I was too wrapped up in my own little world to hear the crunch in the gravel as he approached, especially since I was expecting to hear another vehicle come along and not someone on foot. It wasn't until I started to wind down that I discovered I had an audience.
His deep baritone voice whispered, "That was hot!"
"Holy shit! What the fuck!?" I shouted as I flew up into the bed of the truck, scrambling to cover myself.
There in the shadows of the night stood the silhouette that went with the voice. I could see the broadness of his shoulders and the obvious muscles in his arms. I felt a shiver of excitement at being caught, followed quickly by a swell of fear. I had no idea who would be out walking this late at night on these back country roads. Driving, yeah sure, but who knows what kind of creatures are out there waiting to pounce.
"I tried to get your attention, but you were a little too preoccupied to hear me I guess," he said.
"Who the fuck are you and what the hell are you doing out here in the dark?" I stammered.
"Not that it's any of your business, but I was headed back home. What are you doing out here, besides the obvious?" he smirked.
He was pissing me off. "A deer or something ran out in front of me. I hit it and totally screwed up my truck. Now I'm stuck in this damn ditch, no signal and a fucked up front end! I've been sitting here for the last 2 hours waiting for someone to drive by!" I shouted.
I lowered my eyes as I whispered, "Then I got bored, not that it's any of YOUR business."
"What's your name kid?" he inquired softly.
"Ayden. What's yours?" I asked.
"I'm Troy. I live just over that hill there if you want to walk with me. It's better than sittin' out here getting' eatin' by mosquitoes. I don't have a phone, but I can give you a lift come morning if you want. I've just got the farm truck and the headlights don't work, so I can't drive ya anywhere now. That's why I'm walkin' this late. I had to go check on my horse in the pasture across the way."
He smiled kinda sideways. I could see it even in the dark.
"Don't worry, I don't bite. Not unless you want me to at least."
I was floored at that statement, but intrigued too. Was this huge burly guy actually flirting with me? I've got a few friends that are gay and a few that I'm pretty sure are bi, but it's never been something that I've ever considered.
"S-sure why not," I stuttered.
I heard him chuckle under his breath as I jumped down and finished zipping up my jeans. I locked up my truck, not that anyone could steal it in its current condition. As I turned around, I could swear he was checking out my ass.
