Hugo’s Story
“Nah, I don’t need to talk no more about it, I’m really okay now that Che’s doin’ better, man” I answered Seth honestly, but I don’t think he believed me; he was just worried about me. I wasn’t used to people givin’ a shit. Che’s a cop, who found me sleepin’ on the streets a coupla months ago, he fuckin’ saved my life! He got me off the streets and into The Village where Seth helped me find a place to live, got me a job, n’ made sure I had ever’thing I needed. They let me live in one of the apartments on the second floor for a couple of months for almost nothin’, n’ helped me put money away from my job at BroMax Candle, Company… n’ yeah, thanks t’ them I was doin’ pretty damn good. My time on the second floor was up and I had to find my own place. Che n’ River bought a house, so their place on the third floor opened up and I moved in. It was bigger and felt a little empty without furniture, the only thing I had was a used bed.
I’d saved a coupla’ bucks, n’ Seth gave me my rent from the second floor apartment back (I didn’t expect that), so I had enough for the security deposit n’ stuff… but that was almost all I had. Seth helped me open a bank account a while ago n’ was forcin’ me to save part of my check every two weeks, but I was barely coverin’ my new bills, n’ needed furniture n’ some other shit for my new apartment. I didn’t really have any extra money for that stuff, oh, I wanted to get my own car too. I was gettin’ kinda bummed out by it all and was ready to just say fuck it… this bein’ responsible shit sucked. I talked to Seth about it in our next session, he told me I was doin’ great, n’ shit like that. He worked with me to figure out a budget… it didn’t seem as hopeless when I saw it all on paper. I could live on my own, but I wouldn’t have shit left over. So, I decided to look for a second job,
“One of the other villagers, RayRay, just started his own business and needs help. He’s coming by this afternoon to talk to me about it” Seth said.
“What’s he do?”
“He has a dry cleaning delivery business” Seth told me.
“That sounds boring as fuckin’ hell” I bitched back.
“It sure as hail is” somebody said from behind me. Shit, it was RayRay, the guy with the job.
“But I’m busy as a gotdamn boll weevil in a cotton field and need some help.” The guy didn’t seem to care that I just took a piss on his business.
Seth smirked, “RayRay, meet Hugo, he’s looking for a job.”
The guy reached out to shake my hand, “N’ I got one. It’s boring as fuck, you’ll work your ass off checkin’ in, n’ taggin’ dirty clothes, n’ baggin’ ‘em up when they’re clean. It pays eleven bucks an hour… way over minimum,” I just looked at him (minimum was $7.25 n’ that’s about all I qualified for, so this was awesome). “I can work around your hours at BroMax.” His eyes never left mine, n’ he had a big smile. I’d seen the guy around at village parties n’ stuff, but never really met him. He was a redheaded redneck, not my flavor but still kinda hot… I mean, yeah, I noticed him. “You in?” He asked.
“You makin’ me an offer? That’s it? No interview, no nothin’?”
“Seth trusts y’all. So, I trust y’all… if ya’ fuck up, I’ll fire yer ass” He said still smilin’. I had to admit, I liked this guy. Just a no bullshit, good ole boy who told it like it was. I liked no bullshit people.
“When can I start?” I asked.
“Come with me now, I got a van full of clothes that need to be checked in n’ tagged, you can start trainin’ t’day.” He was serious.
I was on my lunch break from the candle factory and had to go back to work, I was working there fulltime Monday – Friday 7AM to 3PM. “I gotta go back to work until three o’clock.”
“Come by after work then, I’ll start trainin’ you today. Can you handle workin’ three or four hours a night after your job?”
Shit! He was really offerin’ me a second job. “Yeah. Do you need help on the weekends?”
“For like four or five hours on Saturday mornings baggin’ the stuff for Monday’s delivery. You interested?”
I was addin’ it up in my head, that was like another $200 - $275 a week… that was like a thousand more bucks a month. That could totally change things for me! “Hell, yeah I am.” I probably shoulda’ been more… um… Seth calls it “eloquent” (I been workin’ on dat shit), but I wasn’t, n’ he was still talkin’ to me.
“You got transportation?”
Seth butted in, “nobody’s using the Beetle, you can use that for a couple of weeks. Maybe Daddy can set you up with a car.”
RayRay held out his hand, “Welcome aboard, see you around 3:30, bring your driver’s license and Social Security card so I can set you up on payroll.” We shook on the deal, then he left.
“Shit, did I just get another job?” I asked Seth.
“Yup, don’t screw it up… and don’t swear in front of customers,” Seth was almost scoldin’ me, but he was grinnin’ when he did. Like I said, I was workin’ on dat. I just got another job… damn, it happened so fast. Me n’ Seth finished our session, then I went back to work n’ finished out the day. After work, I went back to Harrington House, jumped in the old green Beetle, n’ went to the dry cleaner like RayRay told me.
Damn, dat place was loud n’ hot, n’ the work was nonstop. RayRay trained me on a couple of things like sorting clothes, taggin’ ‘em, n’ puttin’ them in bins. He just let me do the work while he managed the store and took care of customers… I caught on quick. I mean, it wasn’t hard, but there was a lot of detail shit to remember, RayRay was a good teacher. When we were done for the day, he set me up on payroll, told me I did good, then asked what I thought.
“It’s aight. I can do dis” was all I said, he nodded n’ told me he’d see me tomorrow. On the way home I stopped and got myself some Micky D’s for dinner as a reward. I’d been livin’ off peanut butter n’ jelly sandwiches, mac n’ cheese, n’ ramen noodles since I moved into the bigger apartment to save money. I had two just okay jobs… not like a career or nothin’, but I was prouda’ myself.
Over the next coupla’ weeks I filled my place, mostly with donated furniture. Seth put out an email tellin’ The Village what I needed, and people kept textin’ me, tellin’ me they had stuff. Max let me use the BroMax truck, and the guys all helped me move shit in. My place was actually lookin’ pretty good. It was home. MY home, n’ I was fuckin’ proud of it… I never had nothin’ that was just mine before. I talked t’ Daddy James too, he was lookin’ for a car for me, He didn’t have nothin’ right away, but he said I was next on the donation list. So, I just kept workin’ my ass off, and puttin’ money away… I started a savings account n’ put my entire check from RayRay in there. Man, I know this is gonna sound stupid as fuck, but I was obsessed with the balance of my savings account. I checked it all the time, n’ if I ever got extra money… like if I was helpin’ RayRay with deliveries n’ somebody tipped me, or like one day I found a five bucks on the sidewalk… whatever… I put it in a jar, then put it in my account.
It was spring. Spring in North Carolina was awesome, the weather was warm, then cold, then warm, then rainy, then cold… you get it. It was Friday night, n’ I had worked my ass off all week so I was up on the roof of Harrington House hangin’ out with all the guys who lived in the buildin’, that was kinda’ a tradition. We’d cook out, drink beer (yeah, some of us were underage, but Seth wasn’t there t’ stop us), n’ just hang out… these guys felt like my brothers now. I was feelin’ relaxed when Daddy James called to tell me he found me a car.
“It’s Brody’s old Jeep, when he got his new one, he sold it to a friend up mind who kep’ it at his cabin up in the mountains near Ashville. Wail, he just sold the place n’ decided to donate the Jeep to The Village” Daddy told me. “He lost the top, but you can pick up a new one for a few hundred bucks. I aint seen it in a few years, but I don’t think it’ll need much more than that. Meh-bee a tune up n’ an oil change” He said.
Holy shit! He had a car for me… a fuckin’ Jeep!! “When can I see it?” I was so fuckin’ excited, but tried to be cool about it.
“He’s droppin’ it off in the morning, you can stop by the shop anytime.”
“I gotta work in the morning, can I come by after dat?” I asked… damn, I was excited. My own car! It wasn’t official or nothin’ yet, but it felt like it could happen. All this shit, tow jobs, my own money, my own apartment, shit, I even owned furniture… I was ready to give up a few months ago, now I got… well, a life, I guess. Daddy said I could come by after work to take a look; I hung up the phone n’ told the guys.
“Brody’s old Jeep?” Ricky asked.
“That’s a sweet ride” Timmy added as he put his arm around his girlfriend of the week. “Is it still in good condition?”
“I dunno, Daddy hasn’t seen it yet, he said one of his friends had it and was using it at his place in the mountains for the last couple of years, I get to see it tomorrow.”
Ricky passed me a fresh beer, then held up his bottle and said, “Here’s to Hugo… movin’ up!” That little toast meant somethin’ to me. I had all that stuff I just told you ‘bout, but more than that, I had friends, and other people around me who gave a shit. That meant more than any of the other shit. There would be other cars, other apartments, new furniture… but it felt like these friends would be with me forever. I hoped that was true.
Saturday came and I drove the green Beetle to the dry cleaners, worked my brown ass off, then went over to Daddy’s garage to see the Jeep. Daddy was in the garage, but I saw the red Jeep out back sitting by the big building. It didn’t have a top, there were leaves on the floors and the seats, and it looked a little rough… but it was perfect, tough but solid. It just needed a little love n’ help… kinda like me, I guess. I dunno, it just felt like it was made for me. Daddy saw me lookin’ it over and came out back (okay, I gotta tell ya’ that it was weird callin’ him Daddy, but ever’body did it, it was his damn name).
“So waddya’ think, son?” Daddy said as he approached me n’ the Jeep wipin’ his hands on an old rag.
“I like it” I said trying not to give my excitement away. “How much do you want?” I asked.
“It was donated” Daddy said givin’ me a weird look. “You pay for the parts, and help me fix her up, n’ she’s yours.” I knew cars were donated, but I also knew sometimes they sold ‘em, I didn’t know how none of it worked.
I smiled, I mean, that was the moment it all became real. I was about to have my own wheels. “I can do that. What does it need?”
“Tune, up, oil change, just minor stuff, it’ll run y’all meh-bee a hundred or two… oh, n’ the damn top. I don’t know what the hail Emmet did with it, but he cain’t find it nowhere. I talked to Brody, n’ he said he’s got one of those Bikini tops from when he owned her. It just covers the top, but it’ll keep the rain off ya’ until you can afford a new one. You should be able to pick up a new one for a few hundred bucks, or maybe find a used one on line.”
“That’ll work” I said, hell, it was perfect, no top, no doors, it was fuckin’ cool as it was.
“Well, the work will be easy enough, we can crank it out and have it ready to go tomorrow if ya’ want.” Daddy said before lecturing me about registration, insurance, n’ all dat shit. I’d been savin’ my money from RayRay’s for dat stuff. We made a plan to work on it the next day… n’ we did. We moved the Jeep into the big building out back in the mornin’ n’ worked on it until late afternoon, Daddy did most the mechanical work, but I helped n’ he tried to teach me… I didn’t know shit about cars, but Daddy taught me. When we were done with the mechanical work, Daddy went home, n’ I spent the rest of the day cleanin’ out the leaves n’ dirt, n’ washin’, n’ waxin’ it. Taylor, one of the older (and hotter) Villagers was there workin’ on his old Mustang, we hung out while we worked on our cars, the work went by fast and the old, red Jeep cleaned up real nice.
On Monday, I got my insurance set up on line, and registered the Jeep on my lunch break Then, after I worked both jobs, I went and picked up my Jeep. Daddy said he had to change the oil on the bug and do a mini tune-up, so I could just leave it there and drive the jeep home after I put the plates on it.
My first stop after I left the garage was BroMax Farm to get the top from Brody; I decided to stop to see Che on the way. I hadn’t seen him since they moved, n’ it was on the away. It was a cold night, I was blasting the heater but still freezin’ my ass off as I drove my new Jeep out to the country; by the time I got to Che and Rivers new place, I decided I’d have to find a top with doors… it looked cool without it, but it probably wasn’t a good idea for winter (it was almost summer, that gave me some time to save up). I parked between Che’s Bronco, and River’s Maverick, it looked like it belonged there. I jumped out of the Jeep checkin’ it out as I walked towards the house… I couldn’t believe it was mine. I knocked on the door, n’ a dog barked… a dog?
“Hey! C’mon in” River said, they didn’t know I was comin’, but were happy to see me. Then this little puppy… I dunno it was like a German Shepherd mixed with some other stuff… jumped up on me. “This is Mac, we just got him, He’s Che’s nurse.”
I wasn’t really used t’ dogs, but I couldn’t help but pick him up and hug him, he licked like every inch of my face, he was sweet. I put the pup down and he followed me into the cabin, I just hung out with the guys for a while, Che looked good (him getting’ shot was scary as fuck… he’s my role model). We talked about his PT, and then my new job, and my new Jeep. When I left the walked me out and I showed them my new Jeep, Che told me he was proud of me… the guy who saved me was proud of me. That meant somethin’… shit, it meant ever’thin’.
After that, I drove over to BroMax to get the bikini top, it was gettin’ dark by the time I got there, Brody, Max, n’ the kids all came out to see the Jeep. Brody handed me a baby then he went into the garage to pull out the bikini top for the Jeep. He came back with it, he had cleaned it up for me, then he handed me an old, blue baseball cap that said ‘Jeep Guy’ on it. “Yer hair don’t like not havin’ a top, here wear this” Brody said. He was right, man. My hair was longer and curly now, n’ looked like shit after the ride over. I thanked him and put on the hat, my black curls spilled out of it, I checked my look in the side mirror… I looked hot. Brody helped me put the top on (he made it look was easy), then he looked the old Jeep over. “Man, she still looks day-um good, I had some good times in this ole girl.” He said.
“This was Dad’s car when I met him in college” Max said t’ Teddy, gettin’ kinda nostalgic.
“This was Dad’s car?! Cool” Teddy said lookin’ it over.
I asked Brody if he wanted to take it for a spin… him, Max, and Teddy left the twins with me and took a quick ride up the street. They were gone like two minutes, when they got back, Teddy was talkin’ nonstop about their maybe 500 yard ride, and Brody was smilin’.
“I missed this old girl; she’ll do you right.”
They talked about some old times, then Max said, “I’m glad she’s got a good home” Max said. “You deserve each other.”
After that, I jumped in my Jeep and headed back t’ the city. The chilled wind was whipping through the Jeep as I navigated the dark country roads. When I got into the city, I noticed somethin’… I was getting checked out at every red light! Seriously, dude. Every time I stopped at an intersection, all eyes were on me; guys, girls, old, young, were all looking over at me n’ smilin’. My Jeep was a dude magnet! I pulled into a gas station to fill’er up for the first time. I was making more money, n’ puttin’ some away but funds were still tight so I was watchin’ the numbers on the pump go up hopin’ it would be full soon. I must’ve been in my own world because I didn’t even see the Daddy pull up to the pump in his tricked out Jeep.
“Nice Jeep” said the deep voice behind me, I turned around and saw him for the first time… fuck me! He was hot as hell. “What year is it?” he asked. I was fumblin’ for words. The guy was way older than me, probably thirty five, with a bald head, and a longer, bushy, but well-groomed beard. He was leaning against his Jeep on the other side of the gas pump.
I was totally caught off guard, he wasn’t my usual flavor (submissive twink), but he was hot as fuck n’ impossible to ignore. “Um, a 97” I said with my mouth open and jaw almost touchin’ the gasoline soaked ground.
He smiled back this big, white, dimpled, smile, then walked between the pumps over to my side. “Wow, she looks good for an old lady.” I told him that I just got it, he started tellin’ me about the best places to go off-roadin’, and about some beaches that only the locals new about, where you could still drive on the sand. “Wearing a bikini in winter, that’s hot” He said with a smile, noticing my Jeep’s tiny bikini top. Then stepped up just inches from me, he was several inches taller and looked down into my eyes. He added, “just like the driver.” Holy fuck! This hot, masculine, older daddy was gay, n’ into me.
Listen, man, I aint shy for shit. I say what’s on my mind all the time. If I see a guy I want, I go for it. But there I was… at a loss for words, in total awe of this dude, n’ intimidated as fuck. “Thanks. Um, your Jeep’s hot too.” The words came outta my mouth slow n’ quietly.
“Just the Jeep?” He asked with eye brows raised, n’ that white smile on his face again.
I didn’t know what to say, well, yeah, maybe I did know what to say, but I was havin’ a hard time talkin’ n’ formin’ words. “Um, yeah… I mean, no… I mean, you’re hot too.” He snickered at my answer. What the fuck was happenin’? I never felt this around guys, I was almost always the aggressor. But this dude was intimidatin’, n’ hot as fuck. I finished fillin’ my tank and went inside to pay cash. While I was payin’ for my gas, the guy walked in, I watched him walk through the door and up to the counter behind me, he put his money on the counter and asked the guy for the key to the bathroom.
I walked out the door and the guy followed me out the door. “Hey, ya’ need to use the bathroom before ya’ go?” He asked with a grin and a nod towards the outside door to the bathroom.
Shit, dis guy was a total stranger (not like that stopped me before), but he was totally hot and he wanted me to follow him to the bathroom! What the fuck, I decided to go for it and followed the guy around the corner of the cylinder block building, he put the key that was hanging on the giant wooden keychain into the lock and opened the door. When we got inside, he turned on the dim light, looked down into my eyes and asked, “Can I suck your cock?” Yeah, just like that, no small talk, I still didn’t know his name, but he came right out n’ asked.
My shyness started to disappear, aggressive me was comin’ back. With my hands on his shoulders pushing him to his knees I said, “You better.” He gave me this mischievous smile as he sunk to his knees, I undid my belt and let my jeans drop to the dirty bathroom floor. My uncut cock was already semi-hard with the head poking out from my foreskin when he took it in his mouth. His beard tickled my thighs as he sucked me to the root and played with my balls. Damn, my cock wasn’t small but this dude took it down his throat like it was nothin’. It felt fuckin’ great, the guy grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me deeper down his throat, then he put my hands on his bald head, movin’ my hips making me face-fuck him… he was jump startin’ me; it worked. I moved my hips, pushing my fat, brown cock n’ and outta his hot mouth, tryin’ not to get distracted by his bushy beard ticklin’ my thighs.
His mouth felt so fuckin’ amazing, n’ I was gettin’ lost in the feelin’ of it, I was so close to cummin’. I held his head tighter and pumped my hips faster. I was hard as a fuckin’ rock n’ could feel the cum movin’ up my shaft. “Holy fuck, I’m gonna shoot” I said through my heavy breathin’ as I kept pumpin’ his face. The dude didn’t pull pack, in fact he grabbed my ass tighter and pulled me all the way in as I exploded down his throat. He gulped, n’ swallowed every drop. He kept workin’ me, his tongue, hittin’ every nerve in my sensitive cock makin’ me shudder. When he finished lickin’ me clean, he stood up and kissed me on the mouth, pushin’ my cum back in… fuck, this dude was feedin’ me my own cum.
After I shot, I was pullin’ my jeans back up, “Where you goin’?” The guys asked.
“I’m done.”
“You aint done ‘til I am” He said as he pushed me to my knees. His pants were already down around his ankles, and his thick cock was out, hard as a rock, n’ touchin’ my face. I inhaled, takin’ in his musky man scent, damn he even smelled manly! I flipped Brody’s old baseball cap around, then licked the guys cock up n’ down n’ all around before takin’ it in my mouth. Shit, I had to open super wide just to fit it in, but it was worth it. I took him inch by inch; I moved up and down takin’ a little more every time. It took a while, but I finally got him all the way down my throat until my nose was pressed against his pelvic bone… I didn’t say bush because he didn’t have one, his junk was as bald as his head… dat surprised me, but it was hot as fuck. This guy didn’t need no encouragement, he grabbed my head n’ held it there until I choked, then eased up… he was a little rough, but I could take it.
“You like that big cock, stud?” He asked not expectin’ an answer as he took control. His hands held my head tight as he face-fucked me as hard as I had face-fucked him. I was basically just a hole at that point, but I was fine with dat, this guy was hot. After a little while he shot down my throat, no warnin’ or nothin’. Then he held my face against him again as he unloaded.
I swallowed as much as I could, but he flooded my mouth with cum, some was leakin’ out the sides of my mouth. When he released me, he put his meaty hands under my arms and pulled me up onto my feet again, then leaned down to kiss me. This time he was suckin his cum outta my mouth. “You give good head. I bet that ass is awesome too” he said, “Gimme your phone.” It seemed like an odd request, but I was still dazed from the rough face-fuckin’ so I reached in my pocket to grab it, then handed it to him. He punched the keys, then said with a brilliant smile, “I’m Chuck, my number’s in your phone, hit me up sometime, I’d love to tap that sweet ass.”
“Or maybe I’ll tap yours” I said back with. The most confidence I’d had since I met the guy about fifteen minutes before.
He just smiled n’ said, “Or both.” After dat we left the bathroom, he went to give the key back to the cashier, I got in my Jeep and drove towards Harrington House.
I fuckin’ loved my Jeep already!
To be continued…
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