Winter was coming. The young man walked down a gravel road in rural Alabama. He had no clue where he was going. He wasn't sure he cared. He didn't care if he died. The scene kept playing over and over in his head. His father throwing punches. Screaming at him. Knocking him down. Kicking him. Kicking him out the backdoor and into the cold night. Screaming at him. It was all he could do to stand and start walking away from the house. The last thing he heard was his mother praying to God to fix her son.
A car zoomed by him tossing a beer can out the window. He saw a sign. "Kipnoll Road 15 miles".
He calculated he'd already walked 9 miles. Another car passed him. It was late. He was freezing in his t-shirt and briefs and no shoes. As a beat-up pickup passed him the young man fell to his knees. He couldn't stand anymore. He laid down on the cold gravel exhausted. He prayed to God to take him. The area around him was suddenly flooded with red light. He raised his head up. It was the brake lights of the beat-up pickup truck. It stopped. He just laid there helpless. He heard a door open. He prayed for the person in the pick-up to just kill him, run him over, anything to stop the pain and the cold.
A big man stood over him. "Oh my God. Okay. You're gonna be okay, kiddo." The strong man lifted him up and into his arms. He opened the side door and gingerly placed the boy on the passenger seat. The interior light on the ceiling of the pickup exposed multiple burses on the young man's face, arms and legs. The stranger turned up the heat. The boy passed out. He looked at the boy's face figuring he couldn't be more than 18 or 19 years old.
Thirty minutes later the pick-up pulled up alongside a cabin on a lake. Retrieving a blanket from the cabin he wrapped the young man up and carried him inside the warm cabin. Then he removed the young man's soiled t-shirt and briefs and slid him under the blankets. He judged that the young man was the same size as his younger brother. Digging through this brother's old dresser he found jeans, flannel shirts, underwear, socks and some jackets in the closet. He had sold his brother's bed after he married and joined the Navy leaving some of his clothes behind fortunately.
The man decided he'd better sleep on the sofa instead of his bed so as to not scare the unfortunate young man in the morning.
At Dawn the naked young man got up and wandered around the cabin calling out. "Hello! Hello!"
Upon hearing the young man, his rescuer jumped up from the sofa in his boxers. "Good morning. I'm Randy. I picked you up and brought you to my cabin last night. You're the same size as my little brother. "So, let's get you dressed."
"My name is Kevin." Tears started rolling down his face. "Thank you so much for saving my life." The naked young man hugged Randy for the longest time.
Oh, boy, thought Randy. This beautiful young man was stark naked hugging him. Instantly the 34-year-old stud got hard. The boy was so beautiful despite the bruises and cuts.
In silence Randy attended to the boy's wounds.
"Now let's get you dressed. I need to get dressed too. That's my brother's room. I put clothes for you on the dresser here."
"Oh gosh," Kevin exclaimed, "Tommy Hilfiger red briefs. I've always wanted a pair, but my father and mother said that red was the devil's color ... and Tommy Hilfiger was an ally of the devil." He quickly pulled up the Hilfiger briefs, gray sweats, socks and a long-sleeve t-shirt happy to be warm.
"Who beat you?" Randy asked making a pot of coffee.
"My mom and Dad."
"Why?"
"You have a rainbow flag in the room I slept in."
"Yes."
"Are you gay?"
"Yes, I am." Randy proudly nodded.
Kevin breathed a sigh of relief, "So am I."
"How did they find out?"
"They had the preacher come by to bless the house. When he came into my room and saw the pride flag, he told them I had turned to the dark side and that I must be removed so they don't become agents of Satan. He told them to beat the devil out of me."
"Holy fuck. You poor thing. I don't know how to respond to this level of hate. Here's a cup of coffee. Bacon and scrambled eggs all right?"
Kevin nodded. Randy set a bowl, a fork and eggs on the kitchen table then dropped bacon into a frying pan. "Will you please scramble the eggs for me while I get dressed?"
With a big smile Kevin teased, "you ... you don't have to get dressed on my account."
"I take it, you're feeling better."
"That's because of you." He flashed a big smile at Randy.
After breakfast they took Randy's small boat out on the lake and fished in a small cove. Kevin caught his first fish. It was a little chilly, but Randy put his arm around the young man and warmed him up. Kevin loving looking at the woods. So peaceful.
"Do you have friends at school.
"You're my first friend ever. I was home schooled. I only saw other kids at church and all of them were raised same as me. And if you failed to give the right biblical answer the teacher, the preachers wife, would swat your hand with a ruler."
"Jesus!"
"Exactly!"
Randy told Kevin about his parents who moved to Florida taking early retirement because his grandmother left them big money." And talked about his sailor brother.
"What do you for a living?"
I worked at the library at Burtrum Lakes until my grandmother left me money too. Randy and Kevin spend every day exploring the area, making a great dinner and talking about the world.
"Are we far from Oakdale where my folks live?" The question came out of nowhere.
"An hour and a half away. Less if you know your way around the back roads. "
"That's good. So, I won't run into them?
"Not on my watch!"
A few days passed. Randy announced he was going to go to town to buy a bed for Kevin.
"No, please. I like sleep beside you, knowing you're right next to me. I'm safe."
In the morning Randy announced that his best gal friend, Mare Klein, was stopping by to visit. Mare owned Country kitchen in town. She and Randy had been friends for years, "Can she stay for dinner?"
Randy called her back and she readily accepted. Kevin handed Randy a list for the store.
Smiling he asked, "Seriously a cake?"
Kevin smiled said "Yes."
While Randy was in town he stopped at the men's shop, Dad & Lad and bought clothes for Kevin.
Later that day Kevin started making lemon chicken. The kitchen was outfitted with everything a cook needed. Three sweet potatoes were baking in the oven. A pot of peas simmered on the stove.
Kevin was in the kitchen when she arrived, Randy and Mare hugged.
"People who abuse their children should be shot and or tortured. "Religious freaks."
When Kevin came into the living room, Mare gasped. "He's gorgeous. Come here you." She gave him a big hug. "You have no idea how good you've been for Randy. He lights up when he talks about you and now, I see why. And what am I smelling from the kitchen. It's awesome."
The three sat down for dinner. Mare praised his cooking. When Randy went to get the cake, Mare leaned over to Kevin. "I own Country Kitchen. I'd hire you instantly to be a cook. Good job, insurance and good money."
"I'd like that."
The three of them ate the most fantastic chocolate cake in the world. And later after Mare left and the boys got ready for bed. They snuggled up. Randy cleared his throat and spoke. "It's your birthday today isn't it. The cake gave it away. And I bought you presents."
"You're awesome, Randy. So smart and strong. I am lucky you picked me up. You saved my life. there's only one thing I want for my birthday ..." Kevin leaned over and kissed Randy on the lips which turned into a passionate kiss. They explored each other's bodies. Rolling around in bed naked.
Kevin engulfed Randy's large cock, sucking, licking and trying to take the big dick down his throat. Just like the handsome boys on the internet porn Randy exposed him to. Randy sucked on Kevin's tight hole, pushing his tongue deep into the virgin's hole. Kevin was moaning loudly and loving every moment. His dick was so hard it might just explode. Randy licked his own finger and gently explored Kevin's pinkish butthole. The boy's moaning increased. Next Kevin began taking Randy's balls in his mouth, licking, sucking and smelling. Seeing Randy's hairy butthole inches from his mouth made his hard cock even harder. Tentatively he licked the butthole in front of him. Nothing tasted better. His own cock was bursting.
Now Randy took complete control. He got Kevin on all fours. Then using lube, he shoved three fingers deep into the boy's waiting hole. In and out! In and out! Kevin howled in ecstasy. Then Randy placed his cockhead against Kevin's spit-wet butthole. He spit twice again into that virginal anus. Kevin began tasting Randy's pre-cum. He loved the flavor and swirled it around in his mouth before swallowing the cum. He did his best to take Randy's 8-incher gagging as he tried. The cum was sweeter than he thought it would be. The cum lingered on his mouth and lips. Randy started breathing heavily and began pounding, wildly pounding the tight virgin hole. When he knew, he was going to cum he pulled out of the boy's anus with a plop. Then Randy shoved his dick into the virgin's waiting mouth spilling a ton of hot cum deep into the youth's gullet. Randy started sucking Kevin's wet still dripping cum, still hard as rock cock can be. The boy came quick yelling, panting, screaming out in passion and pleasure.
"I love you, Kevin ... and your sweet butthole."
"I love you, Randy ... and your cock."
They giggled and hugged.
Now open your presents.
"Tommy Hilfiger?"
"You know it. Happy Birthday.
