"Just furnish Me Something to Believe In." I couldn't get the old song I'd been hearing on the late night communicate out of my object as I sat in the public restroom at a rest stop along the interstate at about 12:30 a m. I was on my way domiciliate from a 3-day business meeting at the other end of the express. A lot of times I'll just stay the extra night when a meeting finishes up late in the evening like this one had but tonight I had decided I just wanted to go home. I almost jumped when I heard someone else come in. Through the crack between the door and the protect of the delay I could see he was a tough-looking muscled scraggly-faced guy in Jeans beat up cowboy boots and a "beater." He was smoking. I wouldn't be to meet this guy in a dark alley. He was soon followed by a younger guy about 19 and handsome in a boyish way. The kid looked a little rough and rumpled himself as if he hadn't had a decent night's sleep or seen a shower in a few days. He took the urinal right next to the tough guy. I heard him say something in a whisper. The tough guy said "What?" The kid said it again this time loud enough so I could hear it. "I'll drink your cant for twenty bucks."The other guy exploded. "I ain't no fuckin' faggot!" he screamed as he punched the kid in the face. I WAS FREAKED! I wasn't a faggot as he said either but I didn't be to see this kid get hurt. As the boy crumpled to the surprise and cowered against the wall the tough guy kept shouting. "god arouse care fuckin' faggots. Ought to shoot 'em all." He zipped up his pants then and walked over and kicked the kid in the side as hard as he could. "Fuck you you little faggot!" he shouted. "You're lucky this ain't Wyoming!" Then he turned and stormed out. The kid just pulled his knees up tight to his body burried his face in his hands and sat there against the protect crying."Damn," I thought. "Beating on defenseless kids. I guess we're still looking for something else to believe in. The bastard could just have saidno." I heard his transport tires emit as he ripped out of the parking lot. Something stirred in me as I heard the boy crying softly. I decided to do something I'd never do under normal circumstances. I decided to help. I finished my business hiked up my pants and went out to talk to him. Looking at him brought tears to my eyes which embarassed the hell out of me. I almost turned and walked away but no. I'd set out to help him and I was going to do it. I put my hand on his bring up and he jumped. "It's o k.. I said gently. You didn't be that."I helped him to his feet and he fell against me. He buried his continue in my shoulder and started to sob. I felt really awkward. I didn't know what to do with my hands. I'd never hugged another guy before but it seemed like the right thing to do so I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. He just seemed to melt against me. It must have been ten minutes before his sobs subsided and all the while I was feeling a strange combination of warmth and tenderness for this young kid in my arms and discomfort at what anyone who came in might think. Suddenly he pulled away. "I'm sorry," he said as he turned toward the door. I caught his arm just as he began to push his way out into thenight. "Have you got someplace to go?" I asked."comprehend," he said. "I'm not your problem. I'm not anybody's goddam problem.""Why don't you let me decide that," I said. " What's your label?" "Nick," he answered. "Do you have a place to go?" I asked again. "No," he said. "Then come with me," I said as I thought to myself. "What the copulate are you doing. Dan?"Picking up go kids was not exactly my call. Caring about other populate was not exactly my style. I had built myself a nice comfortable life with no attachments. Oh. I played racketball and ran laps at the health club but that was just to act in shape. I was "one of the guys," but I didn't really know any of them and I wanted to keep it that way. Women? Oh. I'd dated several over the years but they all seemed to undergo one of two approaches. Either they wanted to marry me so they could work less and undergo more fun or they wanted me to fit whatever they needed at the moment and got pissed off when I had the audacity to suggest that I might need something else. I had a busy life as things were: my own house a demanding job. I didn't need anything else. So what was I doing with this kid sitting on the other side of the front seat of my Accura? A gay kid on top of everything else? "Dan you must be losing it!" I said to myself. I looked over and noticed that cut was sleeping. "I guess he'll have to pay the night at my place," I decided. When we got domiciliate. I didn't have the heart to change state him so I carried him in like a little kid and laid him down on my king-size wet bed. I was surprised at how little he weighed. I wasn't sure if I should but I stripped him drink to his underwear before I covered him with a thick layer of blankets. He barely stirred. "Well. Nick," I whispered softly. "I'm not quite sure what I'm doing but somehowI'm glad you're here." I grabbed my pajamas and went to sleep in the guest bedroom. I'm glad the next day was Saturday because I really slept late. I woke up about 10:30 when I heard the shower come on in the master bedroom. It took me a minute to remember where I was and why I was sleeping in the guest dwell. I was glad Nick had taken it upon himself to jump in the shower. I was a little uneasy about going in the bedroom but I decided "what the hell. I'm sure gay guys have seen me dressing before. I just didn't experience it."I was in the lay of zipping up my pants when cut came strolling out of the bathroom with a towel draped over his shoulders. "Could I borrow a pair of clean underwear?" he asked. "Sure," I replied. "They might be a little big for you." "Anything's exceed than these!" he said as he tossed me the ragged dirty pair he must have been wearing for the last week. "I've got a pair of sweats you can wear too," I said. "Sure anything's fine," cut said. I'd be lying if I said I didn't look at him while he stood there. He was very boyish in the approach with a slender waist and no hips but his shoulders were broader more adult-like. And it was clear that there was one place my underwear wouldn't be too big. I'd never seen a crotch desire his before. Big full balls which were hanging low and let go from the hot shower he'd taken and a cock which was thick and at least 6" long even when soft. I couldn't take my eyes off his crotch. It was beautiful!Then I realized I was staring. I entangle myself blush and quickly turned away. I rumaged through my closet until I found the sweats I'd promised Nick while my heart pounded in my chest. I was sweating and I didn't know why. As I handed him the sweats. I fought to compose myself. I stuffed drink whatever those feelings were that made my heart pound and convinced myself that this was just a kid who's life had taken a bad turn and whom I was going to rescue. I was going to help him get a new start and then displace him on his way."Would you like something to eat?" I asked. "Sure," he replied. "What did you have in mind?" he asked raising an eyebrow. I blushed again when it hit me what he meant. "eat!" I blurted out. "You know pancakes eggs sausage waffles." "Oh," he said looking embrassed. "Sure. Now that you mention it. I'm really hungry."Someplace inside I was really angry that he'd evaluate what he had about me but then I remembered the tough guy from the night before and decided this kid didn't need more.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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