The Consequences of Envy: Chapter 3

This story is to be seen, whereas the main character, like in Peter Pan’s recreation in a play, where Peter was played by an older woman, is likewise to be read in these fictional stories as a man in his seventies.

Chapter 3

I sat again nude upon his direction; eating at the breakfast table, over eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee. I sat upon an oaken chair with a 'butt crack' ridge in the seat so high that it made me conscious of my nakedness and anus.

‘’ When we are done here, clean up your cum off the mirror. Did you try on the chaps?'' he asked with a laugh.

Sitting with his plate and turning to me he said, ''We will drive over to a phone down the road, in the Healey, and you can call your family to let them know you are ok.''

''Thank you'' I said, expecting a bus trip home, maybe.

''I want you to tell them you’ve run away with a friend; and that you will be living with him for a while. OK? How old are you anyway? Do you even a have a license?

I told him I was 70 and I affirmed I had no license. 'Maybe he does plan to kill me.' I thought.

‘’Well, you can’t drive the Healey today, but I will teach you how to drive soon. I'll let you start learning with the old van, then you can really appreciate how much better she is in handling, and what driving a real car is all about.

He squared his chair in front of me. ''You need to understand that it was an accident; yet, I too almost drowned in that pool, I had no idea the pool was that cold either. Stu had told me he had enjoyed swimming in it only the day before; so, I assumed he could swim.’’ staring intensely at me, as if pumping some ’truth’ substance in my body as he squeezed my shoulders.

‘’I am not going to explain all that happened, and then have to deal with your obvious illusion that I kidnapped you for sex — I didn’t know you were a 70 year old boy. I’m not going to jail over having tried to correct your bad behavior. You will have to stay here with me, till I figure you won’t turn on me again, as you did yesterday -- that cost Stu his life. I'll be damned if you are going to cost me mine.''

I widened my eyes upon that.

Argument in my situation seemed pointless though; so, I finished my breakfast glumly.

He gave me a tank top and grey gym shorts to wear; and a mask, as those people wear for sleeping, of black silk. He told me not to remove it or he'd whip me senseless, as I situated my self in the Healey.

We drove for over an hour. I had no idea where we were when told me I could take the mask off. We continued and up a roadway that paralleled the freeway under construction. I figured we were west, of where we'd come; perhaps near North Carolina, after seeing a sign to Charlotte. We finally, pulled over to a phone booth that sat amidst demolished buildings, owing to the freeway's expansive need; where obviously, a Gulf gas station had been leveled; since, the sign was still standing.

The man entered the booth, sat, pulled me up upon his lap, fed dimes into the slot, and I dialed home.

‘’Mom? I’m with a friend, and I will stay with him for a while. I don’t want you to worry, but I just couldn’t continue there with how my brother was treating me; plus, I know this will relieve you of our problems -- I'm sorry I was so much trouble, too. Everything is fine, and I won’t be in need, hungry or on the streets.’'

The man shared the phone with his ear at the receiver when she responded ‘’You come back at once. You cannot just throw away this opportunity I got for you here at Pace Academy. I’ll have a word with your brother…’’ and, then cutting her off, I told her I loved her, and quickly hung up.

The man as quickly snatched the phone back from the hook. He said he was my friend’s father and would be sure I was well taken care of. He seemed to hear her, as he nodded his head silently with a serious air. He told her he couldn't reveal where I was just yet, since I wanted to be alone for a few days; but, that tomorrow he'd call again to discuss the matter in more detail, since, now, he had to get back to work. He then said good bye and hung up.

In discussing what to say to my mother he asked of my family life, and in a rambling discussion I told him, erroneously, that I'd been in conflict with my brother over all sorts of issues. We actually got along very well. I was concerned he might pick up on the deception -- that she might then seek help, but oddly my mother also seemed oblivious to it.

I wasn’t sure he actually did hear anything but dial tone, though.

He kissed my cheek attended with a big hug, and rubbed my cock through some gym shorts he’d given me to wear. I produced a hard on, and then he pulled the shorts completely off me; and, I could feel his cock growing. He pinched a nipple under my tank top. My nipples were still sensitive from the previous day, and it made me cry out in pain; and I squirmed around in his hold. He unzipped his trousers and planted his cock at my hole; lubed wth only spit and pre-cum as lubricant, he then pushed it in to his bush, to my screams of pain. Obviously, my hole had contracted again.

I noticed the stainless steel sound suppressant wings flanking that public phone, and wondered how far my scream went and if the little perforated plates silenced it, as he pumped. I kept hard through it all, and before it was over I was hunching with him passionately; recalling as I pushed down upon it the woman on Spanish-Fly dying from hunching upon the stick shift meme.

A glistening drop of pre-cum oozed out my bobbing cock head, then when he came, jostled rudely, it flung off with a long floating thread. I began jerking after feeling his load flood in; and, my dick finally shot too upon my hand after another half minute. It webbed my fingers and he brought my hand to my mouth; as, I looked for the shorts to wipe it, reaching with the other hand. He said, 'lick it boy.' I did, though, wondering if it could be thought a form of cannibalism.

He wouldn't let me put the gym shorts back on, but told me to put them folded under my ass to keep the leather seat clean, and we drove on our way 'home'.