balls.
Sweat was running down the crack of my ass, and there wasn't a dry stitch of
clothing on my body, but I was too pumped up to care. The whistle blew and I
waited two minutes, long enough for people to start scattering like ants at a frickin'
picnic.
My eyes darted around to find the guards. No one
was paying attention to me. I was able to slip across the street undetected. As
soon as I turned the corner, I spotted Aja's beat-up Buick, and sprinted toward
the door.
She had a change of clothes waiting for me and as
soon as we were out of the city limits, I peeled off the jumpsuit I had on and got
into some real fucking jeans. Aja grinned and licked her lips when I shucked my
skivvies. "Keep looking at me like that, woman, I'm gonna make you pull
over and give me a little road head."
She smiled, her eyes shifting to the rearview
mirror. "I thought you'd never ask, baby." She signaled and pulled
off onto a side road. When her tiny hand cupped my balls, I thought I was going
to bust a nut right there. She quickly wrapped her ruby red lips around me and
began sucking like a damn Hoover. My hands fisted and my toes curled, and I
lasted all of thirty seconds before blasting her tonsils.
I threaded my fingers through her thick mop of
hair and tugged her away from me so I could finish getting dressed. "That
was the best blowjob I've ever had."
She rolled her eyes at me. "Fucker. That
better be the only blowjob you've had."
I laughed. "Yeah, baby. Trust me, your lips
are the only thing, other than my hand, that have ever been wrapped around my
dick."
Satisfied with my answer, she wiped her mouth with
the back of her hand and eased back onto the road.
Life was good, and it was about to get a whole lot
better.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Braden Sayer
Breakfast consisted of nothing on my last day
inside. Anxiety had my stomach tied up in knots the size of my fist and there
was no way I could eat. Was I ready to get the hell out of here and go live
with my Uncle Jeb? Part of me was anxious to leave, while another part of me
wanted to stay with the familiar. Jesus, was I going crazy?
I'd met with all my former teachers and
counselors. Everyone had high hopes for me, and that instilled in me the silent
need not to let them down. They had taken a chance on me; they were the ones to
recommend my early release.
They kept the personal belongings I walked in with
at the age of twelve in a small box and handed them to me after I signed my
release papers. I sat the items on the floor beside my feet and took a seat to
wait for Uncle Jeb to arrive. Since I was still a minor, I had to be released
into his custody, and there were forms for him to fill out before they'd let me
leave.
Was he late, or was I just overly anxious to get
the fuck out? Maybe I was extra jittery because Claire was joining us for the
ride back to Hensteeth. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, wiped my hands down
the front of my pants, and picked up the box. I pulled out the pair of blue
jeans I'd worn that day. Had I ever been that small?
While I waited, I watched the group of boys who
signed up for volunteer work line up by the exit. A plain white passenger van
sat idling just outside the door. My brother shot me a look, his expression
unreadable. He narrowed his eyes and nodded once before shuffling out with the
others. A strange sense of dread coursed through me and lifted the hairs on the
back of my neck. I couldn't put my finger on anything out of the ordinary, but
had a gut feeling that something just wasn't right. I shook it off and breathed
a sigh of relief as the van left, chalking my discomfort up to nerves.
The buzzer sounded, the door from out front slid
open, and Uncle Jeb was escorted inside. He grinned at me before they led him
to the office to sign whatever he needed to sign to get me out.
I paced restlessly. The only sound in the room
came from the second hand on a huge wall clock. Tick-tock, tick-tock. I
scrubbed my hands down my face and waited. I
Sweat was running down the crack of my ass, and there wasn't a dry stitch of
clothing on my body, but I was too pumped up to care. The whistle blew and I
waited two minutes, long enough for people to start scattering like ants at a frickin'
picnic.
My eyes darted around to find the guards. No one
was paying attention to me. I was able to slip across the street undetected. As
soon as I turned the corner, I spotted Aja's beat-up Buick, and sprinted toward
the door.
She had a change of clothes waiting for me and as
soon as we were out of the city limits, I peeled off the jumpsuit I had on and got
into some real fucking jeans. Aja grinned and licked her lips when I shucked my
skivvies. "Keep looking at me like that, woman, I'm gonna make you pull
over and give me a little road head."
She smiled, her eyes shifting to the rearview
mirror. "I thought you'd never ask, baby." She signaled and pulled
off onto a side road. When her tiny hand cupped my balls, I thought I was going
to bust a nut right there. She quickly wrapped her ruby red lips around me and
began sucking like a damn Hoover. My hands fisted and my toes curled, and I
lasted all of thirty seconds before blasting her tonsils.
I threaded my fingers through her thick mop of
hair and tugged her away from me so I could finish getting dressed. "That
was the best blowjob I've ever had."
She rolled her eyes at me. "Fucker. That
better be the only blowjob you've had."
I laughed. "Yeah, baby. Trust me, your lips
are the only thing, other than my hand, that have ever been wrapped around my
dick."
Satisfied with my answer, she wiped her mouth with
the back of her hand and eased back onto the road.
Life was good, and it was about to get a whole lot
better.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Braden Sayer
Breakfast consisted of nothing on my last day
inside. Anxiety had my stomach tied up in knots the size of my fist and there
was no way I could eat. Was I ready to get the hell out of here and go live
with my Uncle Jeb? Part of me was anxious to leave, while another part of me
wanted to stay with the familiar. Jesus, was I going crazy?
I'd met with all my former teachers and
counselors. Everyone had high hopes for me, and that instilled in me the silent
need not to let them down. They had taken a chance on me; they were the ones to
recommend my early release.
They kept the personal belongings I walked in with
at the age of twelve in a small box and handed them to me after I signed my
release papers. I sat the items on the floor beside my feet and took a seat to
wait for Uncle Jeb to arrive. Since I was still a minor, I had to be released
into his custody, and there were forms for him to fill out before they'd let me
leave.
Was he late, or was I just overly anxious to get
the fuck out? Maybe I was extra jittery because Claire was joining us for the
ride back to Hensteeth. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, wiped my hands down
the front of my pants, and picked up the box. I pulled out the pair of blue
jeans I'd worn that day. Had I ever been that small?
While I waited, I watched the group of boys who
signed up for volunteer work line up by the exit. A plain white passenger van
sat idling just outside the door. My brother shot me a look, his expression
unreadable. He narrowed his eyes and nodded once before shuffling out with the
others. A strange sense of dread coursed through me and lifted the hairs on the
back of my neck. I couldn't put my finger on anything out of the ordinary, but
had a gut feeling that something just wasn't right. I shook it off and breathed
a sigh of relief as the van left, chalking my discomfort up to nerves.
The buzzer sounded, the door from out front slid
open, and Uncle Jeb was escorted inside. He grinned at me before they led him
to the office to sign whatever he needed to sign to get me out.
I paced restlessly. The only sound in the room
came from the second hand on a huge wall clock. Tick-tock, tick-tock. I
scrubbed my hands down my face and waited. I
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