The Boy Without A Name
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007 by the Author)
 

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It was a nice motel, more a resort, that I just happened onto. It had a big swimming pool with a diving board and even a lifeguard. She was pretty but not my type. I was lying beside the pool, soaking up the last of the sun's rays when this guy came out to the pool looking like a young god....a boy, really, maybe seventeen, I hoped eighteen...wearing a boxer brief suit that hugged his tight butt and thighs like skin. If he wasn't a budding young body-builder he had good genes. I watched him dive off the edge of the pool and swim effortlessly to the other end where the water was four feet deep. The pretty lifeguard kept her eyes on him, too, and I suspected that he was showing off for her.

He surfaced and looked to see where the younger kids were then swam back into deeper water. He was trying to do some serious swimming but it was hard with the other half dozen younger kids in the water.

"Where'd you get all of those muscles?" a boy of about ten asked him. His question took the teenager by surprise and he looked a little embarrassed but proud.

"Well, I work out and get plenty of sleep and I eat right, just like I'll bet your mother tells you to do," he said. It was a good answer that made the boy's mother smile.

"So, if I eat like my mom tells me and get plenty of sleep every night I can have muscles like that?" the younger boy asked, looking up at the young god with a worshipful look.

"It'll help. You have to get a lot of exercise too, but it looks like you do that already. I'm guessing you're a pretty good athlete."

"I play baseball and football," the youngster said proudly.

"I can tell you're an athlete. How old are you?"

"Ten."

"Just keep on playing sports and in a couple of years, start lifting weights, you'll see yourself filling out."

"I hope so, I would like to look like you." Then the boy ended the conversation as abruptly as he'd started it as he dove into the pool. The teenager went out on the board and waited till he found an open spot then dove in. He swam several more laps before he climbed out. I couldn't believe my luck when he came toward me; he had the lounge chair right beside me! He nodded to me and picked up his towel. I wasted no time.

"You have to be real careful of the kids in the pool, don't you?" I said.

"Yeah, but it's not a problem," he said.

He stood there like the god he was, his tanned body glistening in the last sunrays of the day. Even when he dried off, his muscles seemed to glow.

"That was a good answer you gave that boy," I said.

He laughed. "He threw me for a second. I don't have people ask me that every day."

"Well, you just made that mother's job a lot easier," I said.

He turned more facing me in order to turn away from the pool and quickly adjusted his manhood inside his suit.

"Sorry about that," he said with a chuckle.

"That doesn't look like anything to apologize for," I said.

He stood a little prouder, looking out over the pool, the bulge of his manhood prominent inside his swimsuit. It was a prideful look but I thought he was trying a little too hard to be casual. I felt a great sense of urgency to say something before he might leave.

"Are you on a family vacation?" I asked "My folks and I are going to Kansas to see my sister. She's in college there."

"You don't sound very excited about it."

"It'll be good to see her but the only reason she went there was to get away from home and find herself a big Midwestern farm boy. She's got my parents fooled, but not me."

"And how often do you fool your parents?" I asked.

"Most of the time."

"Don't count on it."

He made another adjustment to his swimsuit. "Dam wet suit is getting itchy," he said.

I wondered...getting itchy, probably, but I couldn't help thinking.... hopeful, to be sure....that the second adjustment was something more. I decided to venture out on a limb, act on my hunch. I got up out of my chair to go back to my room. I glanced quickly down at his hand which was still down at the front of his suit and glanced up to his eyes for a split second. I walked back to my room, which was a few yards down from the pool where he could see it. When I let myself in I left the door open. A couple of minutes later he appeared at the door with the towel over his shoulder and the small backpack that had been beside his chair.

"Oh...sorry....I got the wrong room," he said. He had the right room and he knew it. He knew what he was doing.

"Not unless you want it to be," I said smartly. "Come in if you want." He glanced both directions then stepped inside. I could have closed the door but I left it to him to decide whether he would stay. He closed the door. Yeah, he knew what he was doing all right.

"You said your swim suit was getting itchy; you can take it off if you want to; I'll get you a towel."

I stepped into the bathroom and when I came back out he was bent over taking off his suit. I was jolted by the beauty of his tight, round butt flexing hard as he balanced himself. He straightened in his full god-like posture and when he turned around I got the view with both barrels. Godd, he was beautiful! And hung!

"I thought that was supposed to shrink in the pool," I said, jokingly, looking at his cock as I handed him the towel.

"It never does," he said as took the towel and began drying his crotch. He was obviously comfortable, being naked in my presence, probably from his time in the school showers and locker room. He tossed the towel aside and stood there as if he were waiting on something. I moved right in.

I stepped up and boldly clasped my hand around his butt.

"I was afraid to even think you might follow me to my room," I said as I squeezed the taut, smooth muscles.

He smiled.

"What about your parents?" I asked.

"I told them I would be at the pool or in the game room. Don't worry, they won't come looking for me," he said.

"I should ask how old you are," I said as I brushed my other hand down over his hanging cock.

"If I tell you, you won't kick me out of your room?"

"I don't think I could," I said.

"Seventeen. Maybe eighteen," he said with a mischievous grin.

"You are a very exceptional seventeen," I said, smoothing my hand across his hard muscular chest. "I've not seen many seventeen-year-olds built like you are. Which is it, seventeen or eighteen?"

"Eighteen, but seventeen if you want me to be," he said.

I wished I hadn't asked. I chose eighteen; I didn't have it in me to tell him to leave.

"Have you ever done this before; had sex with another guy?" I asked as I moved my hand down his washboard abs and brushed it over his cock again.

"No. But I've been getting some looks lately, and I'm curious to find out what it's all about."

"You've been getting looks for a long time; you're just now noticing them," I said. "How long can you be gone? I need to know how much time I've got to show you."

"I want you to show me everything," he said.

"That would be rushing things," I said.

"That's okay....its okay if you get me off, I mean....I can come more than once. I can come three, four, five times in succession."

"Wow! It's going to be easy to satisfy your curiosity," I said as I pulled on his cock. "You've got a beautiful cock," I said.

"Thanks."

I urged him back toward the bed. When his calves touched the mattress I urged him to lie back across the bed then I knelt across the bed between his legs.

"We'll start with these," I said as I nuzzled my face into his balls.

"OOohhhhhhh," he moaned softly.

He was going to be a hot one. He was burning up with desire and out-of-control testosterone. I sucked his balls then nuzzled back under them, lapping at the crack of his ass. He moaned again and spread his legs out to welcome me for more, but I left his balls and moved up along the underside of his cock. It was a long way up to the head; he was hard now; and big. Big! Almost huge. Bigger than most grown men I'd had. I licked the rim and it quivered under my tongue.

"Ohhh, Take it!" he gasped as he pushed his cock straight up, a tower of hot, pulsating flesh. He squirmed his butt in the mattress and moaned pleadingly before I finally took his cock in my mouth.

"Awwwhhhhhhhhh! Ohh, Geezussssss!" he gasped.

I sucked him slowly, with a purpose, but he was in a state of frenzy, thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, working himself up.

"You said I could come!" he said, almost a whimper.

"You don't need my permission," I said and quickly captured his cock again. I didn't expect him to go off this quickly but if he could deliver the goods like he said...,four or five times...I was anxious to have his first load.

"I'll give you another load," he promised anxiously. "I'll give you all the loads you want, but I wanta get this one off. I don't want to fight it; it's too good. I wanta see what its like to shoot in your mouth...if it's all right...if that's what... you do."

Dam right it's what I did. I was already back on his cock. He got real physical then. He put his hands on my head and pushed my head down as he thrust upward. His cockhead burst through my throat a couple of times before I could stop him but I didn't try to take his cock all the way; not the way he was flouncing around, he would have tore my throat up. He let out a moan and tried to tell me was coming. I could tell. His cock quivered and bolted hard as a bar of steel and he went off. The head was pressed squarely against the opening of my throat and the first shot went right through. The next one and the half dozen that followed blasted into my mouth till it was about full. I held his cock snugly in my mouth while I swished his come all around it.

"Awww, it feels so hot!" he gasped. "Do you need to spit it out?"

I raised up, letting his cock go but not his load of come. The boy watched in awe as I swirled the stuff around my mouth then swallowed.

"Aww, fuck, that's so hot...you swallowed it!"

"Can't waste it," I told him.

"Aww, fuck, that was so hot!"

He rested barely a couple of minutes. "I'm ready if you want to show me anything else."

"I'll start back where I left off," I said as I nuzzled under his balls again. But I didn't intend to stay there. I wanted to explore in under them and finish what I'd started when he begged me to suck his cock.

I worked him like a charm; like a finely-tuned instrument, taking full advantage of his innocence. I was sure he didn't have a clue what I was going to do to him; he only knew it was feeling good and that's all that mattered to him. I slid my arms under his legs and gradually worked them up onto my shoulders. I think he got a hint of what I wanted to do when I started lapping at the crack of his ass. He didn't resist when I raised up, tilting his butt up out of the mattress, nor when I spread his legs out. Then I changed tactics; I wanted to keep him guessing.

"Turn over," I said.

He obediently scrambled onto his stomach and I positioned myself between legs, spread them out wide and buried my face in his butt.

"OHhhhhh...I thought that's what you were gonna do to me," he cried.

"Raise up on your knees so I can do it right," I said.

He raised up and set his knees set wide, which spread his butt apart. I flicked his asshole and tongued it and sucked it, causing him to squeal with delight. He buried his face and shoulders in the pillow and muffled his outcries. I never had such a young ass that tasted so wonderful. When I had him nice and loose and well-lubed I carefully worked a finger into his ass. He started to protest when he realized I was doing it but it must have felt good and he let me do it. Probably because I quickly found his prostate and that quickly sent him into orbit. He raised up, his head tossed back in surprise as I danced my finger around on his love nut. I finger-fucked him into a gasping, mumbling idiot to the point where I thought I could have fucked him for real. I didn't try it though.

Instead I changed tactics again. I had something else in mind for him for round two. Round three was still up for grabs.

"Turn over on your back," I told him.

He had no idea what I was going to do but he eagerly complied.

"W-what're you gonna do?" he asked as he laid back and right away lifted his legs up as before, obviously wanting me to continue what I was doing with his ass. Maybe he wanted me to fuck him, but I doubted if that thought ever entered his young, innocent mind. But I would, later....if I could....if he wanted it.

I pushed his legs back for him to hold himself, which bent him in half. I buried my face in his butt again. I used my tongue and my fingers on him. He loved it. I wanted to make him love it so much that he wouldn't mind what I was going to make him do next. Gradually, I tilted his hips way up off the mattress till he was folded in half. I raised up to push his thighs down against his chest and to make sure his cock was aimed over his face.

"Hold it just like that, this position pulls your ass wide open so I can get my tongue real deep inside."

"Can you reach that spot with your tongue?" he asked.

"No, but I'll use my finger again if you want," I said.

"Oh, yeah, do it. That felt great," he said.

Then I went to work on him. I pulled his hole wide open and fucked it with my tongue. I wished I could reach his prostate. I made do with my fingers while I licked all around his asshole. I probed deep so I could rub my fingertip all over his love-nut. I did it real easy and as he got worked up I got rougher, pounding his prostate with my fingertips. I didn't let up on him; he said he could come three or five times. When he realized that it was going to be a race to the finish he didn't fight me. At least till he was almost ready to come and realized that his cock was aimed so it would shoot only one place....on his face. Even if he tried to aim it elsewhere he was going to get it in the face, but he was too far gone to stop himself.

"Ohh, ohhh, I'm gonna come," he cried as he tried to bring his legs up.

But I held him down and kept my tongue and fingers going on his ass.

"I'm gonna come!" he squealed. "Oh, please...I'm gonna come and shoot all over my...awwwwhhhhh!...FUCK!" he cried and his cock erupted and he began spraying his own hot thick come all over his face. Before he could shut his mouth he got some come in it. He kept spraying his face. I made sure his nuts were empty and he was gasping and begging for me to stop before I raised up. I twisted my fingers around inside his ass a couple more times for good measure before I pulled it out. He was so drained and week he couldn't lift his thighs to straighten up. He lay helpless, bent in half, whimpering for me to help him.

"Aw, please...fuck....help me up, I can't breath," he begged.

When I did, more come slithered into his mouth. I lifted his legs up and laid them on either side of me then pulled a pillowcase off and gave it to him to wipe the come off his face. Just as he took it I snatched it back and when he started to raise up I held him down with my hands on his thighs.

"Want me to show you something else?" I asked.

He tried to answer at the same time he was wallowing the come around in his mouth to keep from swallowing it.

"Whaaa?" he managed, holding the come in his mouth.

"Want me to show you? I'll get that come out of your mouth," I said.

He nodded. I smiled. I dropped down over him, propped up on my arms, looking down into his big, dark, bewildered eyes. I smiled at the bewildered panic in his eyes as he was still trying to keep from swallowing his come.

"Don't you want to swallow it? It's your come," I said.

He shook his head no, with a panicked look.

"Okay, give it to me." With that I dropped down and clamped my mouth over his. He let out a little gasp of surprise which made it easier to drive my tongue in his mouth. During his muffled squeal I pried his mouth open and found his tongue. He was obviously shocked but got over it real quick. We lashed tongues for a minute which seemed to settle him down as he realized what I was wanting to do. I sucked his tongue in my mouth, or he drove it in himself, and we tongue-fucked each other mouths for a minute. I formed a suction and he forced his come into my mouth and I sucked it up. We were mouth pumping the stuff from his mouth to mine, but I didn't swallow it. Instead when I had my mouth full of come and a lot of our spit, I forced it back into his mouth. He whinnied with surprise and whined a muffled groan.

"Swallow it," I whispered, raising up from his mouth just enough to speak.

He shook his head but in his panic he swallowed the stuff right down. I didn't force him to, he just did it. I raised up and smiled at the surprise in his eyes.

"Now, that's wasn't so bad, was it?"

"You said. you....were going to...."

"I did say I would get your come out of your mouth. I didn't say I was going to swallow it, though," I said. "I thought you ought to have it back. I'll take care of the rest of the mess, though." I began lapping the come off of his face and neck and shoulders. Fuck, it tasted wonderful.

He was recovering quickly. I felt his cock bob stiffly up against my stomach and I thought what I was doing...licking the come off of him...was probably causing his excitement to return so quickly. He lay there and let me do it.

"Your come tastes so good," I said.

"I didn't think so," he said.

I pressed my loins against him and he sort of pressed back. My cock lay across his pubes, beside his cock. I held a lot of come in my mouth.

"Do you want this?" I managed to ask.

He shook his head no.

"Last chance," I said as I started to lower my face to his.

"No, thanks," he said as he snapped his head aside.

So I swallowed it. I kept licking and lapping till I was kissing his neck and his ear lobe. And it was having the surprised, desired effect on him. I wondered if he was trying to tell me something when he cocked his knees up on either side of me. I didn't really think he was but I took advantage of it anyway to find out. I reared back a little so my cock fell from his pubes against his butt. I squired and he squirmed back, but maybe it was to get away from my cock. To keep him distracted, I kissed his eyes. Then I spat in my hand and lubed up my cock without him knowing it.

"I wish there was more come," I said as I continued to kiss his muscles. "But it's nice just to kiss your muscles."

"Your mouth feels good, too," he said.

"Want me to show you something else?"

"What else can there possibly be?"

"Can you come a nice big load again if I get your worked up?" I asked as I nudged the head of my cock against his crack of his ass as I was lapping around his tits.

"Sure. I can come as often as you want, real quick if you keep doing that, and there'll be plenty of it, don't worry," he said.

"You like that?" I asked as I licked his thick pecs and sucked on his tits. At the same time I kept rubbing my cock along his ass.

"Aww, yeah," he said. I still didn't think he knew what I wanted to do. Again, I threw him off-track.

"I would like to kiss you again...really kiss you, if you'll let me."

"Do you still have come in your mouth?" he asked.

"No." When I leaned down he didn't turn his face away so I kissed him again. I was surprised when he parted his lips. My tongue found his, or his mine, and he whimpered with pleasure while I nudged my cock between his butt. I was pushing really hard before he realized what was about to happen and he struggled to move away from the kiss, his eyes wide. But I held him locked in the kiss for a second longer.

"What're you....n-no...n-no, man...."

"Just let me do it....let me show you....come on, just let it happen," I whispered, my lips brushing over his to continue the kiss. He brushed me a kiss but still protested.

"Won't it hurt?" he whimpered.

"Only for a minute, at first. Just like it hurts a virgin at first, then it feels good. If it hurts too bad I'll stop and you can do it to me. You can do it to me anyway, after I've fucked you."

"You're gonna fuck me?" he asked, as if hearing the words had made it soak in for real. It sounded like he was only then facing the reality of it. By that time I was pushing against the pliable muscles around his asshole, pushing against the tight hole.

"You know how you liked my tongue in your ass, and my finger dancing around on your prostate. Just think what it's going to feel like with my cock rubbing our love-nut," I cooed.

His asshole was still wet with my spit and I was producing precome to beat all hell. I was making progress at his asshole. I think he was still deciding whether he wanted me to do it but then, suddenly, it was too late. The head of my cock suddenly burst through his hole and I was inside him.

"UUUHHNNGGGHHHH!" he groaned. It was loud but I quickly muffled it with my mouth over his. He fairly screamed in my mouth so hard it rattled my tonsils but he didn't try to fight me. Even if he had, I don't know whether I could've stopped. I told myself he wanted it and I gave it to him. I didn't even stop to let him get used to the girth of my cock. I drove right in, slow and easy, but deep. I drove in till my loins were smashed against his spread butt then I began moving my hips around in tiny circles. I could feel his prostate palpitating when my cock touched it.

He shoved my face away and sucked in air with a loud gasp. "Oh, Geezusss!...Oh, Geezusss!...Ohhh...Ohhhh...Oh...Oh...Oh, Godd...Ohhhh!"

"Are you saying it's okay or do you want me to stop? Does it still hurt?" I asked.

"Yeah, but....it's....okay....yeah, man, they're okay sounds. Geezuss, I can't believe this....getting fucked....got another guy's big cock buried deep in my ass....feeling so good...Oh, you're touching it...that spot again....with your cock."

"I told you," I said.

"Ohhh...ohhhh, fuck me, mister. I don't believe I'm saying this, but give me your big cock. Fuck me! Fuck me hard against that spot."

I fucked him. I eased a couple of inches back and forth through his hole to see if it still hurt. When he didn't cry out I slowly pulled out.

"Ohhh....no, w-what're you doing? Don't take it out," he said.

"I just want to see if this still hurts," I said as I eased the head of my cock back through his hole. I pulled out and shoved back through several times, popping his hole. "That feel okay now?" I asked.

"Oh, fuck, yeah. Shit, it feels great, popping in and out of my hole like that."

I popped his hole again and shoved in slow and deep. I twisted my hips in tiny circles to lob my cock around inside him, I massaged his prostate with my cock for a few strokes then shifted into high gear and began pounding it hard. I discovered everything that made him squeal and groan and made him thrust his tight, hard butt against me. I lauded my stroke of luck. Never in my wildest dreams had I dared hope to find such an incredible young hunk, so eager and willing for sex with an older guy.

I fucked him for over a half hour. Even though it was the most incredible sex I'd ever had, it wasn't about my pleasure. It was all about his pleasure. I wanted to make it so good for him that he would never forget this time with me; so good that he would want more, and more, although it would be with some other lucky man. I felt an odd sense of duty and obligation to carefully lay the groundwork for the next guy he would meet. I fucked him till he was begging me to stop; and begging me to make him come. I didn't want it to be over but it was all about him. I didn't know what else I could do to make him come. I was using every technique I knew and his body just seemed to absorb it and beg for more.

"Ohh, please....I can't take too much more....please, mister, make me come," he begged, practically crying.

"Hang on, I'm going to give you a ride to the finish," I warned. With that I pulled out all the stops. I grabbed the pillow and laid it over his face and he hugged it tight as I started pounding his young, tender ass. I fucked him with everything I had. I pounded him dam near into oblivion. His muffled cries only goaded me on. I was going to fuck his eyeballs out. I was going to leave him with a new asshole. Godd, it was wonderful! Suddenly I lost control. I wasn't paying any attention and I fuckin' lost control! By the time I felt the buildup it was too late to stop it.

"Come!" I groaned. "Shoot it, kid....I'm gonna shoot my load, I want you to come with me."

I shot off first and I was afraid I'd left him high and dry. Godd. I would never forgive myself if I had. But then I heard a different tone in his muffled cries; he was yelling that he was coming. I felt his asshole squeezing hard around my cock, then the heat of his come splattering on my chest. My Godd, I didn't know where it all came from, how a pair of young balls could produce so much semen in such a short time.

He pulled the pillow aside to gasp for air and I realized that he was gasping and half-sobbing. I leaned down against him and gathered him in my arms and held him tight. Godd, what had I done to him!

I was suddenly scared. He was only seventeen, for chrissakes. Hell, I didn't even know what state I was in so I didn't know what the legal age was.

"Are you okay?" I didn't even know his name!

He nodded, wiping the snot off his nose with his forearm.

"I am so fuckin' okay...," he replied.

"I'm glad," I said with a smile that I hoped he would return. I desperately needed for him to smile at me. "I didn't think I was going to get you off."

"I didn't think you were either, and I knew if you didn't I was going to out of my fuckin' mind. Maybe I did....fuck, I don't remember anything except how great it felt. Man, you sure showed me."

"I only wish there was more time," I said.

"There's more you could show me?"

"Yes. I could teach you how to suck my cock....do all the things to me that I've done to you."

He was shaking his head but I put my finger to his lips to shush his protest. "We at least have to take time for you to fuck me," I said.

He didn't protest that.

"Could I do it now?" he asked.

I reached down and felt his still-hard cock, slick with his semen.

"I would love it, but do you think you should stay any longer?" I said.

"Don't worry, my parents won't come looking for me," he said.

"After awhile they will," I said. "And if they can't find you anywhere there would probably be a search. I don't want them to find you here."

"Where are you from?" he asked.

I cringed inside and balked at his query. Why was he asking, I wondered.

"Maybe I could contact you," he said.

"No, let me contact you," I said.

"Okay, I'll give you my cell phone number," he said. "Where are you from?" he asked again.

"Seattle, right now, but I'm looking for a place in Colorado," I lied.

"I live in Colorado!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"That'll be great," I said. We were lying tightly together, my weight pressed on top of him, our bodies stuck together with his come, talking like two lovers. I raised up. "I wish there was time for you to fuck me now but you need to get out of here," I said. "You can use my shower first if you want."

"All right, thanks."

I stepped off the bed and pulled him up. When the streams of come began to run down his chest and stomach I pushed him back down.

"Let me get this for you first," I said as I began lapping up his come. Part way through, I asked, "Do you want it?"

He shook his head no. I lapped it up and savored it for a moment before I swallowed it.

"Even if I was to learn to suck cock, I won't ever be able to do that," he said.

"Never say never," I said. "For some, it's an acquired taste. Practice with your own," I told him.

When I was finished cleaning off the come he lay there like he was in a momentary daze. I put my hand down for him, with a bewildered look.

"I was just thinking....about a couple of my team mates.

If this was ever going to happen with anybody else, they would be the ones.

But I wouldn't know how to bring it up."

"Be careful with people who know you," I warned.

He headed for the shower and I stood there watching his tight bubble butt flex and churn when he walked. Godd, he was gorgeous!

The longing in my loins hadn't gone away and now there was a tingling in my ass, like it was begging me for his cock.

"Hey," he called out.

"Yeah."

"I counted up and I've got one more load I haven't shot off. You wanta come and suck it out of me?"

Gorgeous and bold. I went into the bathroom to find him leaning back against the shower wall pumping his soaped up cock. I was sorely tempted to take him back into the room and let him fuck me but that was something I needed more time, to teach him, and for him to enjoy it to the fullest. Instead I stepped into the shower with him and went to my knees. I got a mouthful of water but his cock forced it out of my mouth.

I sucked off his third or fourth or fifth load....I'd lost count. It was as powerful as the first, and tasted even better, probably because it was so fresh. I think I got it fresh out of the tank.

When he got out of the shower I dried him off. I hated to see him pull his swimsuit on. He gave me his cell phone number and I told him I would call. I didn't know if I would, but I told him I would. He picked up his backpack to go.

"Thanks," he said, putting out his hand. "I didn't know what was going to happen when I came to your room."

"Then it was all more than you expected," I said.

"Aw, fuck, I couldn't ever dreamed up anything that good,"

he said. "I just wish we had more time."

"So do I. But we'll meet up sometime in Colorado," I moved toward him and he didn't resist when I wrapped my arms around him.

"If you ever do this again, with another teenager maybe, you'll think of me, okay?" he said.

"I'll think of you often, no matter who I'm with," I said, wondering why he sounded like he needed to be remembered.

"Hey, just so you don't worry about it...I am eighteen," he said.

"Why did you tell me you're only seventeen?" I asked, both relieved and perturbed that he was playing games with me.

"Because guys like `em young, don't they?"

"Should I believe you're really eighteen; or maybe just sixteen?"

"Do you want to see my ID?"

"Which one?" I asked, joking. "Why did you admit now that you're eighteen? Why didn't you let me go on believing you were only seventeen?"

"I didn't want you to worry that you could be in trouble."

"You're a little prick, you know that?" I said, laughing.

"Yeah, but you liked it," he quipped. "Hey, see you."

"Yeah, see you. And thanks."

"You're welcome."

He left and I watched him walk away. He headed for the guest-laundry area located under a canopy nearby. He took some clothes out of a dryer, looked all around then stepped behind a soft-drink machine and I could tell he was taking his swimsuit off! He pulled on a pair of shorts and came out from behind the machine buttoning up his jeans. He grabbed a dry towel from a stack on a table and wrapped his swimsuit in it, then got the rest of his clothes out of the dryer and stuffed them into his backpack. He looked all around, as if to burn the image of this place in his mind, then, shirtless, he walked off.

I was confused. Why was he getting clothes out of a dryer and changing right out in the open? Where were his parents? Why didn't he go back to his room? He walked down the short drive toward the road. He jumped the ditch and went up the embankment and started walking along the road. I watched for a moment, the sway of his broad, muscular shoulders and his bare back tapered down to his narrow waist with his jeans clinging below it, held up by his bubble butt, not a belt. I watched his butt, my mouth watering. Suddenly it hit me. The boy wasn't staying at the motel with his parents. He had no parents.

I scrambled for my clothes, pulling them on like the place was on fire. When I was dressed I threw everything else into my suitcase. With barely a sweeping glance around the room to see if I'd left anything, I tossed my key on the table and rushed out the door. I was at my car before the door clacked shut behind me. I was frantic, trying to back out and keep my eye on the boy at the same time. I felt pangs of guilt, and compassion, as I drove out of the lot. Was he homeless? Where was he going? Did he have anyone to look after him, to care about him? I wondered now if he was even sixteen.

I squealed the tires pulling onto the road. He'd walked a long way in that short time. I saw the car ahead of me brake and slow down; a sleek, black Corvette. The boy slowed and looked over his shoulder and waved at the car.

"Dammit! No, dammit!" I cursed aloud as the car pulled off the highway and came to a stop. I was in a panic. I started to pull over behind the other car, but what would I do? I couldn't just run up and say the boy was mine....I still didn't even know his name, and he didn't know mine. I even thought about pulling ahead of the other car to block him if I had to. In desperation, I honked my horn as the boy was climbing into the car but he didn't pay any attention. As the Corvette was pulling back onto the road, I eased into the left lane to come up beside him. I honked again and waved. The driver glanced in my direction with a scowl on his face and honked back. I tried to wave past him, to the boy, but he only looked around the driver. The driver gave me a wave and I saw the size of his arm, then saw that he was shirtless, too. If he wasn't a body-builder, he missed a good chance. The next instant, the Corvette shot ahead like a roaring missile. As I eased back into the right lane I quickly dug out my cell phone and found the number he'd given me. My hand was shaking as I dialed it. I got a message, No Service. I put my phone back with my heart somewhere in the sickness of my stomach, my brief dream shattered. I didn't know why tears started running down my face except for the boy whose name I didn't know.


The End
 

Posted: 01/11/08