Kicked Out

Sometimes, I will see a photo that makes me think there's a story behind it. That's the case with the photo of the character I've named Elmer Hoinka. I've also provided links to images of the other main characters of the story. (The presence of these links in no way is meant to indicate the sexual orientation of the actual person in the photograph.) As always, I appreciate comments about the story (even when they aren't positive). Of course, I love Excellent ratings. Who doesn't?

John Minter (narrator)
Elmer Hoinka
Clay Addison
Eric Johnson
Gregory Johnson
Leroy Johnson
Joe Davis

My feet were killing me; I checked my watch, and it was about six-thirty. I’d been walking since seven this morning, and I was exhausted, hungry, and thirsty. I’d spent the previous night behind a convenience store not far from where I’d grown up. I’d been kicked out of the house after my father saw Clay Addison kiss me. It was a nice kiss, and I had kissed him back. I liked Clay, and he had been trying to get me to spend time with him since we came back from Thanksgiving weekend. At first, I thought it was because Elmer wasn’t around anymore, and Clay was just being friendly.

Later, I realized that he was interested in more than friendship, but he was taking things ‘slow and cautious-like’. With Elmer’s leaving town, Clay thought that he might have a chance with me. That’s what he told me on Tuesday, just before he kissed me. I told him maybe, but I let him know that my feelings for Elmer were still there, but I was willing to see where things went.

Now, I was walking south. I didn’t realize anyone was around. Why did it have to be my homophobic father? I stopped by the shed where we had kissed and left Clay a note. I told him what had happened and where I was headed. I wanted him to come to rescue me, pull up next to me while I was walking, and we’d drive off together for a life of happiness. I didn’t think that Clay would do that.

Elmer would have. Elmer would have driven his old Chevy as fast as it would go to come to get me. I missed him. I wiped away tears that tried to force themselves onto my cheeks and kept walking. Why did Elmer leave? Why did he leave me?

I remember the last time I saw him. He sat at the edge of the bridge holding onto the guard rail. He looked over at me and asked me to sit next to him. I snapped a picture with my phone. He was so handsome in that stupid brown hat and that scruffy attempt at a beard. I didn’t really like the beard, but it tickled when he kissed me, and somehow when his mouth was moving up and down on me, the beard added to the enjoyable sensation.

I made the comment that it was getting time to trim his bangs, and his serious blue eyes looked at me and he said, “Just cause you said that I ain’t fuckin’ cuttin’ anythin’. You’ll only be able to see the end of my fuckin’ nose.” His accent drove me crazy in a good way. He still had his East Texas way of talking.

Tears began to fall freely as I remembered his lying on top of me. “I love you, Johnny. And now I’m gonna stick my pole up that hole of yours and show you how much.”

“Fuck!” I screamed. “I hate you for leaving.” I wiped my face. “Please come and get me and love me again.” I kept walking.

I was smart enough to know that with winter coming, I didn’t want to be caught up in southern Oklahoma; the southern parts of Texas would at least keep me from freezing. Since this was my senior year of high school, I’d be just another man without a high school diploma. Maybe I could get a job in the valley picking fruit or something until I could figure out what to do. I wondered whether there might be some way for me to finish school. I heard myself sigh.

The day had not been too hot; even in late fall, we could have miserably hot days, and I wasn’t used to being outside for hours on end. I was quite glad the weather had been on my side, but I hadn’t noticed the increased cloud cover. There was more traffic as I reached the town. I was hoping to find another convenience store. Someplace I could sleep because I felt safe.

The traffic became heavier, and the road widened to two lanes each way. I noticed a gas station ahead that I calculated to be about a 15-minute walk. Only moments after that, the first rumble of thunder made me aware of the dark sky behind me. I caught a glimpse of lightning, and, although I was exhausted, I hastened my step.

I changed my mind about whose side the weather was on. The sky was not kind to me. Instead of a gentle thunderstorm, I suffered a deluge. The rain fell with such intensity that it stung my skin through my clothes. I was completely wet, as though I’d fallen into a pool. The visibility was poor. The sign for the store disappeared from view. I kept walking, and when I finally reached it, I stood next to the wall facing east. I was protected from the sheets of rain; although, a few drops from the edge of the roof made it down to my head and my shoulders.

As I stood there being dripped on and dripping onto the ground, I realized how hungry I was. I didn’t have much money, and I wasn’t sure whether this convenience store tossed out the overcooked hot dogs. Did they actually have any hot dogs in there? I’m not sure why, but I began to cry again. I was so tired.

“Hey!” came a voice from a man who was just getting out of his SUV. “Are you OK?” He walked up to me while holding a bright yellow umbrella. He positioned it to keep the rain away as well as those annoying drips from the roof. “You don’t look OK. Aw, shit, you are soaked through. I’ve got some emergency towels in the back. I’m going to put them on the seat so you can sit down.”

He handed me the umbrella and went back to his car, got some towels from the back, and arranged them on the passenger seat. “Come here,” he called.

I went over to him. “I’m Eric Johnson. I want you to sit here.”

“But your seat,” I protested.

“Who’s more important, you or a seat?” he asked.

I started to cry again. He pushed me in and took the umbrella. He went into the store. As I sat there, I calmed myself and dried my tears. How could someone who didn’t know me care more about me than about his car seat? These were nice seats; they were leather. I glanced about. This was one of those Cadillac SUVs; I knew it was expensive. Another torrent of rain began, and I felt the car move in the wind.

The driver’s door opened, giving me a start, and Eric Johnson pulled himself into the seat. He was a handsome man; I guessed about thirty. He smiled at me with straight white teeth. “Feeling a little better.”

“Yes. Thank you.” I nodded.

“What’s your name?”

“Oh, sorry; how rude of me. I’m John Minter.”

“So, John, why are you standing in the rain next to a Circle K?”

I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Caught in the rain on your way home?”

“No. I’m walking to South Texas.”

I could tell that Eric Johnson was studying me.

“That’s a long way,” he finally said.

“I figured I’d be less likely to freeze to death down there.”

“There’s more to this story, isn’t there. You look as though you should be in college or a trade school, not walking 800 miles.”

“I don’t have a car.”

Eric laughed. “That’s not why you’re walking, is it.”

“No. Not really. I got kicked out.”

“Smoking weed? It’s a nasty habit. Quit now.”

“My dad saw another guy kiss me. Well, I guess I was kissing him back.”

“Kicked out for being gay?” Eric’s question was more of a statement. The rain lightened up, as though the clouds wanted to hear me admit that I was attracted to guys.

“Yeah. That’s what happened.”

“That happened to my first boyfriend. While we were in college. He dropped out and stopped talking to me. Look, I want to help you. Let’s pick up something to eat and head to my place. You can dry off, and I can help you formulate a better plan than walking to Brownsville.”

“I didn’t actually think about which town,” I admitted. Maybe he’d let me sleep on the couch, and I’d be dry, warm, and clean.

“I was going to get some fried catfish; are you good with that, or would you prefer chicken?”

“I love catfish.”

“But? I heard a ‘but’ there.”

I looked over at him. “I don’t have much money.”

He smiled. “I’ll take care of it. I want to. You didn’t deserve what happened.” He started the car.

As he backed up, I wondered in the back of my head whether he might be a murderer or a rapist. But at this point, he might also be my savior.

The rain was light until we reached his house, and then it let loose. He pulled under a carport, so we only got splashed a little, not that it mattered for me. I was still very wet. I gathered up the towels and my backpack and followed him inside the side entrance of the house. The house was impeccable. We came into a little room with a washer, dryer, and upright freezer. There was also a sink, and that’s where Eric asked me to put my wet clothes. He disappeared into the next room, and when he came back in with a robe, I was struggling to remove my t-shirt. I had already removed everything else, but the shirt was stuck to my skin.

Eric chuckled a little. “It’s been some time since a young man has shaken his dick at me like that.”

“What?”

“Never mind. Here, turn away from me.” I did, and he slid his hand under my t-shirt at the back and pulled it up. It turned inside out but came off over my head much more easily. He tossed it into the sink and handed me the robe. “Put this on; you should warm up pretty quickly there.”

I followed him into the kitchen and sat at the table.

“I should have brought you some socks.”

“I have some in my bag. Let me get them.” I went to my bag and dug through it. Fortunately, my backpack was waterproof. I slipped the socks on and went back to the table.

“Go ahead and use the sink to wash your hands, and I’ll put everything out.” Eric put some pieces of fish on a paper towel, and when I got back to the table, we ate. “So, are you in school?”

“Yeah. I’m in my senior year of high school. I turned 18 last month. My dad didn’t want me to work to give me more time to study.”

“Eighteen?”

“Yeah,” I mumbled with a bit of roll in my mouth.

“I suppose you could register here and finish your year out. I’ve got a spare room you could use. You’re not an ax murderer or anything like that, are you?” He smiled to let me know that he was joking.

“No, I was wondering whether you were,” I said.

“I’m afraid I’m pretty boring, John. No arrests, no warrants, no prison stays. My brother is the high school principal, and I’m the daytime pharmacist at the hospital.”

“Just ordinary guys, huh?”

“Ordinary,” Eric repeated. “Is it OK if I call my brother and tell him about you?”

“Yes. I want to finish high school.”

Eric pulled his phone out of the pocket of the jacket he had hanging on the back of his chair. In a few moments, he was talking to the high school principal, his brother Greg. I heard him talking about me and my situation and agreeing to bring me to school before first period.

“John, do you have clothes to wear tomorrow, or do we need to run by Walmart and pick up something.”

I thought for a moment. “I’ve got jeans and a t-shirt. My shoes just need to get dry.”

“Let’s run them through the dryer. Don’t forget underwear and socks. We’ll go tomorrow and get you a few more things.”

The two of us emptied my backpack and got things ready for tomorrow. When we finished, Eric showed me to my room. There was a bathroom attached, so it was easy for me to shower and then crawl between the sheets. The bed was very comfortable, and I fell straight asleep.

The next day was a whirlwind; I was enrolled in the same classes and provided notebooks, pens, and pencils. Greg Johnson told me that his son would give me a ride home after school. While Mr. Johnson called his son Leroy, his son introduced himself as Roy. He was in my third, fifth, and sixth-period classes. He introduced me to his best friend Joe who was in fifth-period with us. I have to say that both of them were very nice, but Roy was super hot. The teachers in the classes I shared with Roy made sure I sat next to him so he could get me ‘up to speed.’

After school, he told Joe he would meet him at the hangout after dropping me off. I took that to mean that I wasn’t invited to join them. I was quiet on the way to the house, and Roy didn’t talk either. He pulled the car under the carport and put it in park. Eric wasn’t home, I wondered how long he’d be at work.

“Listen,” Roy began. “I heard my dad talking about you to my mom. I’m not going to say anything, but my dad said that you’re gay.”

I thought about denying it for a second, but I didn’t. “Yeah, I am.”

“That’s fucking cool man. I’ve got so many questions.”

“For me? About being gay?”

“Yeah, John, for you. You won’t tell anyone, right?” His face told me he was concerned. I wondered whether he would want to make out. He was incredibly handsome.

“I won’t say a word.”

He took a deep breath. “There’s someone at school that I kind of like. I don’t know if it’s an actual gay thing, but it might be because I don’t think about girls the way I think about him. And, oh, I haven’t said anything, but I want to know what it’s like to get fucked. Would you do that? Would you fuck me so I know what to expect?”

My dick went hard. I tried to act as though I talked about this a dozen times. “Of course, we’ll just need rubbers and lubricant. I don’t have any of those here.”

“I can get them. Shit, I wish we could do it now. I’ve got to meet Joe. Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow?”

“Sure.” I was pulling off this no big deal act fairly well. Inside, I wanted to jump in his lap. “Do you want to tell me who you’re interested in?”

“I don’t know. It shouldn’t matter. Does it?”

“No. It doesn’t,” I told him.

“It’s Joe. We’ve been friends for a long time, and I want to tell him, but I’d rather stay just friends than have him not like me. I want to know if I like gay sex before saying anything.”

“I get it. Your secret is safe with me. See you tomorrow.” I got out of the car and into the house with the key that Eric gave me. I turned and watched Roy drive off. I stepped inside the house and began to rub my crotch. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

That evening, Eric took me to get some t-shirts and sweats as well as some khakis and sweatpants. He got me a few other things as well, and when we got back ‘home’, he gave me his old laptop. I was excited by the laptop. I wanted to do some research on the US Constitution before class the next day.

After finishing that, I thought about what I’d be doing the next afternoon. Elmer had fuck me several times, and I had fucked him twice. Thinking about it made me ache for him. I still didn’t know how he could leave me. The more I thought about him, the less I wanted to be with Roy. But I needed to move forward, so I pulled the ziplock bags I was given along with the notebooks from my backpack. I prepared several paper towels by getting them damp and putting them in the baggies. I knew that Roy might not have a chance to clean up beforehand. I wanted to be prepared.

When I first saw Roy at school the next day, he winked at me. I knew that things were still on, but I tried to act chill. The end of the day took forever. I went to Roy’s car, but he wasn’t there, and I began to worry that something had happened to him.

He waved and smiled as he came out of the building. “I should have told you it would take me a little longer today. I had to sneak into the handicap shower stall in the locker room to use this douche thing. I’d never done it before. Hopefully, it won’t take me as long next time.”

Next time? Was he hoping for more than one time with me? Or was next time going to be Joe’s turn.

I smiled and nodded. “It’s good. I knew you hadn’t changed your mind.”

Roy drove us out into the country and up to a travel trailer next to a grove of trees. He told me that it was his grandparents’ old place, and he often came out to the trailer to just get away from things or to study or to pretend he was camping.

I laughed a bit at that last part. It was warmer than I expected in the camper, and he pulled off his shirt and exposed a muscular chest. I kissed it and then tongued his nipples.

His ‘oh, fuck’ followed by moaning told me I’d taken him by surprise but that he was enjoying it. I moved my head up and kissed his lips. He didn’t react for a few moments before grabbing me by the ears and kissing me hard. His tongue was all over the place.

“Calm. Gentle,” I said. Then I poked the tip of his tongue with mine. He got the idea, and his kissing improved immensely.

“Can I suck your dick before you fuck me,” he asked. “The bed has clean sheets; I stopped by last night before going home and got it ready. I kicked off my shoes and stripped the rest of the way. I started to get into bed when Roy wrapped his hand around my upper arm. “I’ve never seen a naked guy this close before. I mean, close enough to touch.

“Take your clothes off and join me here.”

He did as I asked, and I saw that he had a nice dick. Just a little smaller than Elmer’s. His balls hung differently as well. He crawled in next to me and kissed me on the lips before kissing down my body before reaching my penis and putting it in his mouth.

I could tell he was trying very hard not to rake his teeth across my dick. It was an excellent first effort. Much better than mine had been. Elmer had to remind me several times not to use my teeth. My cock was growing harder as he began to jerk on it with his hand.

“Stop now, before I come. Where’s the condom and lube?” He grabbed for his clothes and pulled both from his front pocket. I took them from him. “Lean back, hold your knees apart to give me access to your ass.”

He did exactly what I asked. I began to lube his sphincter. Another dollop of lube and I began to finger his hole. Again, a series of ‘oh, fuck’ and mild moans told me I was making him happy. I slipped in two fingers to help stretch his hole, and I noticed that he was tilting his pelvis just slightly in response to my finger fucking. I pushed the two fingers in as far as I could. “Now, when I put my dick inside, you may hurt a little bit, but it won’t last a long time. You can push out a little as I push in. If you need me to stop, just tell me. OK?”

He was breathing heavily, but he managed to say, “OK.”

I put the condom on and lubed it before moving the head of my rock hard cock against the loosened sphincter muscle. About two inches went in, and I stopped. “How’s that feel?”

“It feels like you’re trying to cram a baseball bat in my ass,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Just keep breathing,” I told him. “You can push a little like you’re trying to take a shit, but don’t push very hard when you do. Or you can just try to relax.” I felt my dick move just a little bit farther in.”

“Fuck,” gasped Roy. “I don’t know whether that hurt or not. It started to feel a little painful but then it had that feeling like when you’re in the groove while jerking off.”

“I know what you mean,” I said, remembering the first time that Elmer ‘did me’ as he liked to call it. My dick slipped a little farther into Roy.

“Now I’m getting the feeling that I want you to push all the way in, but my brain is saying don’t let him, it’ll hurt.”

“Keep taking deep breaths and blow them out through your mouth.” I reached down and rubbed my left index finger across his hardening nipple while my right hand gripped his dick and I rubbed my thumb up and down the shaft just below the head.

“Yeah, I like that. I can’t tell if that’s your heartbeat or mine, but I feel a throbbing in my ass.” Roy looked up at me and smiled. “I’m glad I asked you to do this. I was worried my first time would have a guy ram his cock in me and tell me to get used to it.”

“That’s one way, I suppose, but I want you to enjoy the whole experience; it’s more fun for me that way,” I said.

“Your goal is to have fun?”

“Getting my rocks off is fun. Now, get ready, don’t let go of your knees.” I pulled back on my cock by pivoting my pelvis then I pushed forward. Roy’s lips rounded as he sucked in air.

As I began to move in and out of him, the tightness around my cock reminded me of my love-making with Elmer. He was telling me, “You’re so squinty-eyed when you push that dick in me. You really fill me up, Johnny. Pound me hard, babe. Fuck but I love your cock.” I kissed Elmer, hard and passionately as I continued to fuck him. His hands held my head so our lips were locked together. His strong abs kept his hole angled up perfectly so my dick entered him at a perfect position. I kissed; he kissed. I fucked; he fucked. I began fucking faster until my cock released its seed deep within him. Once, twice, thrice. Oh, fuck how I loved him.

“John?”

I pulled my head back. I had collapsed on Roy.

“That was fucking awesome, John. Sorry, I came while you were humping me. I made a real mess.”

“I’m glad you came,” I said. “It means you were into it.” I reached down and held the condom while I backed out of him.”

“Thanks, John. I hope Joe wants to come out and fuck me like that. I love him so much, you know.”

“Yeah, I know what that’s like. Here,” I handed him one of the wet paper towels. “Clean up the mess, so you can take me home.”

He looked up at me and smiled. How I missed Elmer. John was a good fuck, but he wasn’t mine.