Under The Bridge
The Tales of Rick and Alec

 by: Hankster

© 2010 by the Author

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Tale One:

Even when the lad had everything that he wanted, he had heard about the bridges. 

A river bisected his small city in Northern Maine.  Two bridges spanned the river, one at the north end and one at the south end.  Slowly, over the past decade, homeless wretches had begun to live under the bridges.  Little by little, make-shift tent cities had grown under each bridge, and it was common to see small fires at night, where food was being cooked and frigid fingers were warmed.  Every so often, at the urgings of the citizens, the police had removed the inhabitants of the tent cities, given them a night’s shelter in jail, and demolished their makeshift shelters.  Now six months after his eighteenth birthday, Rick found himself one of the homeless.  Hungry and cold, he had gravitated toward the south bridge.  Subconsciously the word south sounded warmer than the word north.

He had no tent to shelter him, so he huddled as close as he could to any fire still burning.  He had tried to find some work, but who would hire him?  He was dirty and disheveled.  He had no money for new clothes, and no means to wash what he was wearing.  He was sure he stunk, but so did the fellow human beings around him.  Some of the other unfortunate souls under the bridge were kind enough to dole out what little food they could spare to help keep the boy alive.  His once robust body was shriveling away.

He had been living under the south bridge for nearly two months.   He had learned to fall asleep no matter how cold it was, and no matter how much noise there was around him.  This night he had propped himself up against a bridge piling.  His ass was frozen from the concrete it was sitting on.  He covered himself with a tattered blanket that he had found in someone’s garbage.   Ever since he had obtained the blanket, he felt that he was sleeping luxuriously.  In minutes he was fast asleep and he began to dream.  He dreamed he was back home.

He was in his back yard.  The ground was covered with colorful autumn leaves.  He and his younger brother had raked the lawn less than forty-eight hours ago, but it was fully covered again.  It was Friday afternoon, and the boys promised their father they would rake again on Saturday.  The days had grown short and they were afraid they could not complete the job before it got dark if they started raking after school.  Their father reluctantly grunted his assent.  The two boys were tossing around a baseball.  They were both very athletically inclined.

The scene shifted.  He was standing in the front door on that same night.  He was waving goodbye to his kid brother who was walking up the street for a sleepover at his friend’s house.  His parents were just pulling out of the driveway, headed for a meeting at their church.  They told him that they would not be home before midnight and he should be sure to be asleep when they got home.  No sooner did his parents’ car turn the corner, then his best friend Peter ran up to the door.  He and Rick went into the house and locked the door behind them.

They bounded upstairs to Rick’s bedroom.  Nobody was home and they didn’t bother to shut the door.  The two young men shed their clothing in record time and fell into each other’s arms.  Two erect cocks ground together and each of them moaned in delight.  Their tongues dueled inside their mouths.  Still locked together they made their way to the bed and lay down on top of the covers.

They twisted into a sixty-nine position immediately, and went to work.  They were too young and too horny for any kind of preliminaries. They both knew that they wouldn’t last long and neither of them attempted to prolong their orgasms.  They came seconds apart, and swallowed their juices greedily.   Peter’s head was facing the footboard, and when he felt Rick’s cock softening, he released it and climbed up to lie beside his lover.  They began to kiss and fondle each other immediately.  Their fingers played with each other’s ass holes.  After a few minutes of fingering each other, Rick told Peter to lie on his stomach.  Peter happily obliged.  He was aware of what was coming.  They both knew that eventually they would fuck each other, but it hadn’t happened yet.  Nevertheless they played an anal game, and both their cocks began to rise in anticipation.

When Peter lay prone on his stomach, Rick mounted him.  He began to nibble on Peter’s ears and then on his neck.  Rick’s body slipped down Peter’s body in slow motion.  As he descended, he kissed and nibbled all over Peter’s back.  At last he reached his prize; Peter’s bubbly butt.  He placed a palm on each cheek and began to knead it.  Then he began to kiss both cheeks and he ran his tongue all over them.  Finally he spread the cheeks and placed his tongue directly on Peter’s crack.  He began to slather all over Peter’s butt hole.  Soon he made his tongue as hard and as sharp as possible, and pushed it as far into Peter’s asshole as he could.  Peter was twisting and writhing beneath Rick’s tongue.  He was moaning loudly. 

“Don’t stop,” he begged.  “You’re killing me.  Please don’t stop.”

They were so lost in passion that neither of them heard the front door open.

A committee of five couples was to assemble that night with their minister to plan a special Thanksgiving Service.  When Rick’s parents arrived at the church nobody was there and the door to the meeting room was locked.  They were perplexed, but waited about ten minutes before Rick’s dad got out his cell phone and called Pastor Harding.  He asked the pastor where everyone was.  Listening carefully, he pulled out his appointment book from his hip pocket.  It distinctly listed the meeting for tonight, but the good pastor explained that the meeting was scheduled for the following Friday night.  Red faced, they returned home.

There was no mistaking the noises they heard when they opened the front door.  They had a very active sex life, and they knew the sounds of love when they heard it.  Rick’s dad was not certain what to do.  Of course, he assumed that his son was fucking some nubile young girl, and the man in him didn’t want to confront that situation until it was over.  The couple was curious and listened as hard as they could, hoping they would recognize the girl’s voice.  It didn’t take them long to realize that they were hearing two male voices.

The blood rose up in Rick’s dad’s face.  His hands clenched involuntarily into hard fists, and he bounded up the stairs in time to see his elder son and heir sucking some other guy’s ass.

“Stop, godamyou,” he yelled.  He grabbed his son around the neck and threw him to the floor.  Neither boy knew what hit him.  Peter grabbed his clothes and ran out of the house.  Fortunately for him, Rick’s dad did not recognize him.

“Get dressed before your mother sees you,” he bellowed, “and then get out of my house.”  Fifteen minutes later, Rick was out on the street, never to see his home again.  He didn’t have a dime in his pocket, and his only protection from the weather was a light windbreaker.  He did not dare to contact Peter.  His only thought was to protect his lover.

His reveries were rudely interrupted, and he was brought back to reality by someone shaking his shoulder.  He opened his eyes to see another man more scrungy than he was.  He had on a shirt and jeans that were in good condition, but they were easily as dirty as his own.  He was wearing sneakers without socks.  He was wrapped in a blanket.

Rick instinctively turned his head away.  The man’s body odor was totally offensive, but then Rick realized that he probably smelled as bad.  He looked into the man’s face.  It was covered by at least a month’s growth of blond hair and it was impossible for Rick to make out the guy’s age or if he was plain, handsome or in between.   In spite of his misery, Rick was impressed at the man’s package straining at his tight jeans.

“What do you want?” Rick asked in a husky voice which was no longer used to conversation.

The man hesitated before speaking.  “I have seen you here for days,” he started to say.  His voice was soft and kind.  Rick relaxed a bit.  The man pointed to a tent a few feet away. 

“That’s my shelter,” he said.  “It’s big enough for two.  You’re freezing to death.  Would you like to share it with me?  It will be tight, but our body heat will also help to warm things up.”

Rick stared at the man a long time without answering.  He wanted to do as the man asked, but he was frankly frightened.  Then he wondered what he had to be afraid of.  He was penniless and his life was worthless.

Finally, the man broke the uncomfortable silence.  “I mean you no harm,” he said.  “You would be doing me a favor also.  I’m so lonely.  Frankly it would be nice to touch another human being.”  That having been said, he reached out to touch Rick’s face, but Rick recoiled.

“I’m sorry,” the man said as he turned away to leave.

“Wait,” Rick called after him.  “If the offer is still open, I’d like to share your shelter.”

The man smiled and said, “That’s wonderful.”  He walked over to his tent and opened up the flap.  Rick gathered up his blanket and followed him.  The man held open the flap and Rick entered first.  It would be a tight squeeze, he thought.  Then he smiled.  A sleeping bag covered the floor of the shelter, guarding the inhabitant from the cold concrete below.  In the corner Rick could see at least one blanket, maybe two.  He entered the tent and crawled to one corner, making as much room for his new friend as he could.

The man entered and sat down on the sleeping bag.  There was barely enough room for the two of them.  The man closed the tent flap and secured it with a string.  It was pitch black inside.

“We can stretch out on the sleeping bag,” he said, “and use the blankets for cover.  If it won’t gross you out, we can both squeeze into the sleeping bag.  It will be tight but it will be the warmest way to spend the night.  We can use the blankets also, of course.”

Just thinking of spending a warm night was motivation enough for Rick.  “I’d prefer to settle down inside the bag,” he said.

Rick couldn’t see in the dark, but if he could, he would have seen the man smiling.  They both wiggled into the sleeping bag, and pulled the zipper halfway up.  They maneuvered the blankets on top of them and closed the zipper almost all the way up to their necks.  They started out lying side by side, but it was awfully tight and they instinctively turned toward each other to make more room in the sleeping bag.  That’s when they felt each other’s erections.

“Nice,” the man said, but Rick remained silent for awhile.  He realized that they were both rubbing their cocks together.  After a long silence, Rick seemed to find his voice.

“My name is Rick,” he said.  “What’s yours?”

“Alec,” The man said simply, and Rick felt Alec’s hand cover his crotch through his jeans.  He reached down and cupped Alec’s package also, and they both fell asleep like that.

Rick slept well all night for the first time in weeks.  He was awakened by the early morning light.  He panicked when he realized that Alec was not there.  The flap was not secured and so Rick peeked outside.  He couldn’t see Alec but he could hear him peeing behind the tent.  He needed to do the same.  In a moment they were peeing side by side and smiling at each other.  They were not shy about letting the other guy see that they were checking each other out.

Back in the tent, Alec secured the flap and reached into a paper bag.  He retrieved a hard boiled egg and a small bottle of water.  The bottle was half empty.  Rick could only wonder where they came from.  Alec peeled the egg and threw the shell into the bag. He took a pen knife out of his pocket and cut the egg in half.  He offered one half to Rick.

Rick tried to eat the egg slowly, but he was so hungry, he gobbled it up.  Alec unscrewed the cap from the water bottle and handed it to Rick, who quickly washed down the egg.  Alec took a swig also.  He carefully recapped the bottle and put it into the bag.

“I’ll dump the shell later,” he said.  With breakfast behind them, Alec lay down on his back.  Rick lay down beside him.  They were silent for awhile and then Alec said, “My name is Alec Thomas.  My mother died when I was two, and it’s always been me and my dad.  He was my only family.  He never remarried, and he did his best to raise me alone.  He had no education, and he relied on laborers’ jobs whenever he could get one.  We never had much of anything, but we were great buddies, and managed to get along.  When I was 14, my dad was killed by a crane that collapsed at a job he had snagged.  They put me in foster care, but the first night I was there, my foster father came into my room and raped me.  When he left the room, I ran away.  I didn’t want to go back to foster care so I’ve been living here for five years hiding from the authorities.  I’m too old now for foster care, but I stay here out of habit.”

Again they lay in silence.  Finally Rick said.  “My name is Rick Norton.  I was due to graduate from high school this June.  But a couple of months ago, my dad caught me having sex with another guy.  Less than fifteen minutes later, I was out on the streets, without a penny and scantily dressed.  I tried to get any kind of job, but as the days went by, and I got more and more messed up, my chances grew slimmer and slimmer.  Does it bother you that I am gay?”

“Don’t be a nerd,” Alec said.  ‘Didn’t you feel me massaging your cock last night?”  Before Rick could answer, Alec leaned over and planted a foul kiss on Rick’s mouth, just as his hand found Rick’s crotch.  Rick was instantly aroused and reached for Alec’s cock.

“Not here,” Alec said.  He sat up and reached for something in the corner of the tent.  Rick hadn’t seen it before, but it was a guitar case.  It had been hidden by Alec’s blankets.  Alec removed the guitar and started strumming it.  He began to sing a country song, and Rick was amazed.  His playing was fairly accomplished, but his voice was spectacular.  Rick thought it was better than any voice he had ever heard on American Idol.  He was speechless.

“I’ve been playing on street corners for years,” Alec said.  “It’s too cold right now.  Nobody wants to stop to listen to me.  Anyhow, over the years, I have squirreled away enough money to get out of here.  My plan is to go down south.  I want to go all the way to Key West, and never be cold again.  Maybe I can get a job singing in a club, or on a cruise ship.  I have no education and I’ll do whatever I can.  But it ain’t gonna happen unless I get cleaned up and buy some clothes.  I can do that now, but I never wanted to travel south alone.  I need a companion to share the journey with me.”

“It sounds wonderful,” Rick said.  Alec stared at Rick.

“You sure are dense,” he said.  “I’m asking you to go with me.  It damn well beats freezing under a bridge.”

“You want me to go with you,” Rick stammered in disbelief.  “Hell yeah!” he screamed and this time he leaned over to kiss Alec.

“That’s fantastic,” Alec said, “I have planned this for a long time so listen to me.  This morning we are packing up our camp, and heading for the YMCA.  I have the money for a room.  We can shower and shave and look decent.  Then we can buy some jeans and a few shirts and a jacket for you.  I know a couple of thrift shops that will be our salvation, and shopping there will help out some other poor unfortunates.  We’ll have a real dinner for a change and sleep in a clean bed.”  Alec suddenly smiled.  “Well maybe we won’t sleep too much,” he said.  “In the morning we’ll have a good breakfast and head for the bus terminal.  To save money, we’ll buy tickets to some place in Georgia or North Florida.  From there we can walk and hitch hike and camp out.  If we’re lucky I can make a few bucks singing along the way.”

Alec had to stop talking.  It was hard for him to curb his enthusiasm, but Rick was sobbing.  Alec put his arms around him.  “Why are you crying?” he asked.  “Aren’t you as excited about this as I am?”

“Yes, yes,” Rick answered.  “I’m crying because I’m so fucking happy.”

The desk clerk at the Y was reluctant to give them a room, but Alec laid the money on the counter and smiled at the desk clerk.  “I swear,” he told the man, “After we shave and clean up, you’ll think that Joe College checked in.”  The clerk had to smile at that.  There was something about Alec’s soothing voice that intrigued him.

“OK,” he said.  “Don’t disappoint me.  I’ll see you later.”

The shower was down the hall.  The two young men stripped in their room.  They each had a toothbrush and a razor they had somehow managed to acquire, and Alec had shaving cream and toothpaste in his knapsack.  They wrapped towels around themselves and headed for the showers.

Their first stop was at the sinks.  They shaved themselves clean, and looked at each other in the mirror.

“You are so handsome,” Rick said.

“And you are more handsome than my dad was,” Alec answered.  “I secretly had desires for him, and have always regretted that I never seduced him.  He might have liked that.”

“Shut up.  You’re making me hot.  Look.”  Rick pointed at his seven inch, cut boner.

Alec pointed at his slightly larger uncut boner.  “Brush your teeth,” he ordered.  “I’m saving it for later, after we have done all our shopping and our errands.”

It was hard for them not to touch each other in the shower.  They lingered for what seemed forever, enjoying the warm water, and cleansing themselves of weeks of accumulated grime.  When they were finished, they returned to their room.  They gathered up every bit of dirty laundry they had and headed to the laundry room wrapped in towels.  Along the way they passed some other roomers who stared appreciatively.

Alec had brought along some dollar bills.  He put one in a machine and was rewarded with quarters for the appliances.  Another machine offered laundry detergent.  Alec got the wash started and said to Rick, “I really want to wait until later when we don’t have to rush, so I’ll go back to our room and you stay with the wash.  I’ll come back in forty-five minutes and stay while it dries.”  He gave Rick a chaste kiss on the lips and left Rick with his towel tenting.

In less than two hours, they were dressed and could not believe they were the same two persons.  Rick stared in the mirror at what appeared to be his former self.  Alec had a warm winter jacket, but Rick only had his windbreaker.  They locked up their room and headed out the building.  On the way out they stopped at the desk.  Andy, the desk clerk looked up and asked, “Can I help you gentlemen?”  They both laughed.

“You don’t recognize Joe College?” Alec asked.

Andy stared in disbelief.  “Believe me,” he said, “the transition is amazing.  You guys better lock your door tonight.  I may not be able to resist coming in on you.”

“Any other time, but not tonight,” Alec countered.  “We’re on our honeymoon.”

Andy flashed a wide, toothy grin.  “Just one thing,” he advised.  “Get haircuts.”  Alec made a mental note to add that to his to do list. 

The first thing on the list was a good brunch.  Two doors up from the Y they spotted a neat little coffee shop.  There they both had orange juice, eggs over, hash brown potatoes and coffee.  It was the biggest meal Rick had eaten since he was kicked out of his house.

At the thrift store they bought some socks and underwear, six tee shirts, four pairs of jeans and a warm jacket for Rick.  They were about the same size and intended to share.  They went to a K-Mart and bought some lubricant, toiletries, and a cheap school knapsack for Rick.  Happy with their purchases they spotted a barber shop on the way back to the Y and went in for a clipping.  Not only did they get haircuts, they got buzz cuts.  Neither of them liked the look and they laughed at each other.

Back in their room, they cut off all the labels from their new clothes, and distributed the clothing in the two knap sacks.  They kept out the toiletries to use in the morning before checking out.  Rick went over to Alec and embraced him.  He cupped Alec’s package in the palm of his hand.

“Before you push me away,” Rick said, “I’m not the least bit hungry.  That brunch is going to last me all day.  Please, let’s make love until dinner.  Then we’ll have a light bite and make love again until we fall asleep.”

“That sounds like a great plan.  You’ll get no argument from me,” Alec said.  “I hate to remove these fresh smelling, clean clothes.”

“You better get naked quick or I’ll be forced to rip your clothes off.!!!”

Rick was first to get into bed with Alec right on his ass, literally.  They lay quietly in bed facing each other.  At the exact same moment they wrapped their arms around each other.  Their lips met in passion.  Their tongues dueled.  Their palms stroked the other’s erect cock.  Their bodies responded like well oiled machines.  At just the right moment, Alec flipped around into a sixty-nine position and they began to lick up and down their shafts and across their heads.  Their tongues tried to penetrate their piss slits to no avail.  Rick tried desperately to stop himself, but when Alec’s tongue brushed across his cock head, he came gushing out.  He released Alec’s cock and gave one primordial scream of pleasure.  Alec forced his cock back into Rick’s mouth and seconds later, he came also.  His cock remained hard as did Rick’s.  Alec flipped around again and sought Rick’s lips.  They passed their juices back and forth between them.

They lay wrapped up in each other’s arms, crunching their cocks together.  Neither ever lost his initial hardon.  After awhile Alec said in a dreamy voice, “Are you a top or a bottom?”

Rick laughed.  “I don’t know.  I’m a virgin there,” he informed Alec.

Alec laughed harder.  “Me too, except for the rape, and that doesn’t count,” he said.  “Let’s try both ways.  He grabbed the lube he had placed on the bed table, and squeezed some onto his fingers.  He generously started to lubricate Rick’s man hole and when he thought that Rick was as greased as he could get, he spread the lube all over his cock.  Rick was on his back.  Alec pulled Rick to the edge of the bed, and standing in front of him, he raised Rick’s legs and positioned his cockhead at the opening to Rick’s ass.  He entered slowly with no trouble until he reached the sphincter.  Tentatively, he pushed in.  Rick was hurting, but he wasn’t about to stop his lover. 

“Keep going,” Rick said, gritting his teeth.  Alec’s cock pushed past the sphincter.  Rick gave an involuntary squeal and Alec stopped, but Rick urged him on, and before they both knew it, Alec was all the way in.  They lay perfectly still.  Little by little, Rick’s pain diminished and he squeezed his ass muscles slightly.  Alec was encouraged to start stroking.   At first he did not move more than a couple of centimeters, but as passion grew so did the length of his strokes. 

“This is the greatest,” he informed Rick who was trying hard not to shit.  As Alec increased the length of his strokes, Rick suddenly felt a strange sensation.  Alec’s cock was rubbing against something deep inside him that was making him feel like a million bucks.  Something told him that he was about to orgasm again.  He didn’t want to because he wanted to fuck Alec next, but there was no stopping the inevitable.  He came squealing with delight.  His cum spurted up his body and squished between them.  When he came, his ass hole constricted, putting Alec over the edge.  Rick could feel each spurt filling his bowels.  He counted at least five.

“That was wonderful,” they both said in unison and broke out laughing.

“I love you,” Rick said.

“I love you too,” Alec whispered in Rick’s ear.

“I want to fuck you now,” Rick said, “but I’m all done out.  “I need to recover from two orgasms in a row.  Can we have that dinner you promised, and continue this scene afterwards?”

Alec didn’t answer.  He just kissed Rick harder as his cock slipped out of Rick’s ass.  They fell asleep hugging each other.

It was late afternoon when they went to the showers.  They were alone and took great pleasure in washing each other’s backs and privates.  Once again they were reluctant to leave the luxury of a shower.  They showered again after they made love that night and once again in the morning. 

It was about 8 AM when they checked out.  Andy was not at the desk so they asked the clerk to say goodbye for them.  They went first to the coffee shop, but this morning they were satisfied with a cup of coffee and an order of toast.  They shared the toast.  Their splurge was over.  It was time to conserve money.  After breakfast they headed to the Greyhound Bus Terminal.

Alec got a schedule for a bus route that would take them as far as Jacksonville, Florida.  He politely asked the ticket seller the prices for each stop from the first stop in Georgia to the last stop in Jacksonville.  He went into a huddle with Rick and they decided that the most economical way to go was to ride the bus into southern Georgia and walk and hitchhike down to Key West.  This way they would not only save money but they could check out Palm Beach, Ft. Lauderdale and Miami before heading for The Keys.  Even though Alec’s heart was set on Key West, there was always the possibility that another location in Florida might appeal to them more.  At the moment the only thing that appealed to either of them was to be in a warm climate.

They sat in the terminal waiting to board the bus.  Alec glanced down at his ticket and uttered, “Shit!”

“What?” Rick asked. 

“Look at the date on the tickets.  It’s December 24^th, Christmas Eve, I had no idea.  Forgive me love.  I would have bought you a present had I remembered.”

Rick smiled.  “Foolish jerk,” he said.  “You have given me the best Christmas present I ever got.  You have given me yourself and a brand new life.  Thanks Alec, for such a marvelous gift.”

The bus left at 10 AM.  The two young men were able to stow their knapsacks and Alec’s guitar in the strapped overhead bin.   They took seats towards the rear of the bus, first making sure that the seats reclined.  They would have to sleep on the bus for two nights, and reclining seats were a priority for them.

Along the way to Key West, the two men encountered many adventures.  Some events were mundane, but some were worth writing about.  It would also be nice to know if they found success and happiness in Key West, but all that are tales for another time.

Posted: 08/27/10