The Story:
Life is like a river.... It always runs its natural course....
My mom had taken off two years ago...the day after my 16th birthday.
She had been a waitress over at the truck stop by the interstate. Apparently, she had met some trucker and had taken off with him...after knowing him for a grand total of two days. God only knew where she was now, but it sure wasn’t in this little piss-ant little town in northern Missouri.
I loved my mom, because she was my mom. The fact that she was also a selfish bitch was not lost on me.
I’d never met my real father. Heck, I didn’t even know his name. I figured that my momma didn’t know either.
For as long as I could remember, me and Momma had moved from town to town from place to place and from man to man. I had so many uncles growing up that I had lost count. All of that had changed though when my mom had married Hank Conroy. I had been 13 at the time.
Hank had been the best thing to ever happen to us. Me and Momma finally had a roof over our heads and food on the table. We had spending money in our pockets too. I had lived most of my young life not knowing if there was going to be food on the table or if we would have to live in our car again. So, life with Hank was nothing short of paradise.
Hank Conroy was a good man. He was an honest and hard-working construction foreman...working from sunup to sundown...six days a week. He was a big guy...standing at 6’3. His face was handsome and rugged. He had dark brown hair with gray at the temples and a goatee.
Unlike Hank, I had a slim and smooth body. I stood at 5’9 and had straight sandy brown hair that fell into my eyes.
He didn’t talk too much, especially to me. Hank wasn’t necessarily a cold man.... He was just a man of few words.
I had known that I was gay for as long as I could remember. From the moment that I sat foot in his house, I am pretty sure that Hank knew that I was gay too. I suppose my soft demeanor and compliant inclinations had a lot to do with that.
Despite my mannerisms and obvious aversion to sports, my step dad eventually did get his suspicions confirmed.
Back when I had been 14, my stepdad had been helping out one of his construction hands with a place to stay after he had broken up with his old lady and gotten thrown out of their trailer. Dirk Jackson was young, tough and unbelievably hot from his squared jaw to his distracting blue eyes. I had followed the man around like a love-sick puppy.
One fateful Saturday, I had been hanging out in Dirk’s room with him, when he had made me an interesting proposition. Dirk offered me five dollars, I would show him my butt and let him spank me bare-assed. Being a lust-struck teen bottom, it had not taken Dirk long to convince me. Not having much experience with other boys, much less a grown, muscular man, I was ready willing and able.
As soon as I had pulled stripped down to my white briefs, Dirks had practically ripped them off of me and had put me over his knee. Just as Dirk had finished feeling of my butt and given me my first couple of whacks with his rough hands, Hank had walked unexpectedly into the garage apartment. He found me over Dirk’s lap...bareassed...while Dirk was busy spanking my cheeks.
Hank had flown into a rage. I had watched as he had roughed up Dirk, threw him out of the garage and fired him from the construction site. Hank had told me to go to my room and wait for him.
After making me wait for like an hour, Hank had finally arrived. He had sat down on the bed beside me and had put his arm around my shoulders.
He had asked me. “From what I seen and what I reckon about you, Austin, you feel that your natural place is in the submissive role to an older man....”
“Yes,” I had admitted for the first time to another living person.
“Uh-huh,” Hank had managed as he stroked his goatee. “Well, there ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. Some men and some boys fit together that way. It’s real natural if
Life is like a river.... It always runs its natural course....
My mom had taken off two years ago...the day after my 16th birthday.
She had been a waitress over at the truck stop by the interstate. Apparently, she had met some trucker and had taken off with him...after knowing him for a grand total of two days. God only knew where she was now, but it sure wasn’t in this little piss-ant little town in northern Missouri.
I loved my mom, because she was my mom. The fact that she was also a selfish bitch was not lost on me.
I’d never met my real father. Heck, I didn’t even know his name. I figured that my momma didn’t know either.
For as long as I could remember, me and Momma had moved from town to town from place to place and from man to man. I had so many uncles growing up that I had lost count. All of that had changed though when my mom had married Hank Conroy. I had been 13 at the time.
Hank had been the best thing to ever happen to us. Me and Momma finally had a roof over our heads and food on the table. We had spending money in our pockets too. I had lived most of my young life not knowing if there was going to be food on the table or if we would have to live in our car again. So, life with Hank was nothing short of paradise.
Hank Conroy was a good man. He was an honest and hard-working construction foreman...working from sunup to sundown...six days a week. He was a big guy...standing at 6’3. His face was handsome and rugged. He had dark brown hair with gray at the temples and a goatee.
Unlike Hank, I had a slim and smooth body. I stood at 5’9 and had straight sandy brown hair that fell into my eyes.
He didn’t talk too much, especially to me. Hank wasn’t necessarily a cold man.... He was just a man of few words.
I had known that I was gay for as long as I could remember. From the moment that I sat foot in his house, I am pretty sure that Hank knew that I was gay too. I suppose my soft demeanor and compliant inclinations had a lot to do with that.
Despite my mannerisms and obvious aversion to sports, my step dad eventually did get his suspicions confirmed.
Back when I had been 14, my stepdad had been helping out one of his construction hands with a place to stay after he had broken up with his old lady and gotten thrown out of their trailer. Dirk Jackson was young, tough and unbelievably hot from his squared jaw to his distracting blue eyes. I had followed the man around like a love-sick puppy.
One fateful Saturday, I had been hanging out in Dirk’s room with him, when he had made me an interesting proposition. Dirk offered me five dollars, I would show him my butt and let him spank me bare-assed. Being a lust-struck teen bottom, it had not taken Dirk long to convince me. Not having much experience with other boys, much less a grown, muscular man, I was ready willing and able.
As soon as I had pulled stripped down to my white briefs, Dirks had practically ripped them off of me and had put me over his knee. Just as Dirk had finished feeling of my butt and given me my first couple of whacks with his rough hands, Hank had walked unexpectedly into the garage apartment. He found me over Dirk’s lap...bareassed...while Dirk was busy spanking my cheeks.
Hank had flown into a rage. I had watched as he had roughed up Dirk, threw him out of the garage and fired him from the construction site. Hank had told me to go to my room and wait for him.
After making me wait for like an hour, Hank had finally arrived. He had sat down on the bed beside me and had put his arm around my shoulders.
He had asked me. “From what I seen and what I reckon about you, Austin, you feel that your natural place is in the submissive role to an older man....”
“Yes,” I had admitted for the first time to another living person.
“Uh-huh,” Hank had managed as he stroked his goatee. “Well, there ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. Some men and some boys fit together that way. It’s real natural if
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