It was a nasty night out, the wind was blowing hard and the lightning was flashing, lighting up my bedroom almost like daylight for brief seconds, then would come the explosion of the thunder, and it was like being in a war zone, or should I say, like the war zones you see in the movies for I had never been in a war, of course. All it needed was the sound of men shouting and machine guns, and that would be what I was experiencing. You can't sleep in a time like this, when the clouds are still holding back their rain and the tension is building up all around and the world is holding its breath waiting for the fall of water which will drain away all the power from the lightning and the voice from the thunder, wash away the sins of the world and clean it pure and virginal once more.
So I was lying on my bed and glad the wind wasn't coming from my side of the house, because my window wouldn't completely close, or lock, and any wind that wanted could crawl right in the little half-inch gap at the bottom. I kept a towel there to block it, of course, but glad that it didn't have to deal with wind and rain; when it did, it would get wet and water would run down into my room.
I was lying turned away from the window, and with all that was going on outside, it's not surprising I didn't hear my window being opened, or the man entering through it. Even the shadows of the lightning didn't tell me he was in my room, didn't know a thing until he spoke to me.
"Wake up, Devin." was the male voice and I startled, jerked and rolled over in my bed.
"Alan!" I said, surprised.
Alan Berke was clad in the state prison clothing of a pair of dark blue pants and a medium blue shirt with a number stenciled on his right chest (I knew there was the same number stenciled larger across his back) and he had a sort of odd grin as he looked at me lying on the bed, for my bedsheet had fallen away from much of my body in my turn and I was naked down to my knees. "Hello, Devin. You miss me, boy?"
Adam was a big man, rugged rather than handsome, with black curly hair short cut over a battered face cut and scarred in many a bar fight or other scuffle. His muscles were even larger than I remembered, they had always been big but now his shoulders were large globes on either side, his chest was wide and strong, his stomach was sleek and slim with none of the small "beer belly" I remembered from almost two years before on that fishing trip and he had been camped not far from my family, I'd been six then and I was eight years old now.
"But, but..." I didn't finish that sentence. Alan was in prison over in Connant, a town a good hundred miles away from our family farm, and he was supposed to stay there for at least several more years, before he would become eligible for parole. "You're not supposed to be here!" I finally blurted out.
"I know, but I got my reasons." Alan said. "I broke away from the other prisoners who escaped with me." He broke into a wide grin. "It was easy. The guards were busy getting a blowjob from a hooker that came by and offered them free sex." Alan snickered. "The whore was hired by Gutpunch Grimes, he had her distract the guards while seven of us broke our chains and got out. Gutpunch had a van for us to get away with. The others all went south with him, but not me, I knew that many men together would get caught, so I slid away from them first chance I got, hitched a ride on a truck that didn't know I was in the back. That got me within two miles of you and the weather was turning bad. So now I'm here."
"Yeah, you're here." I said. I didn't know what else to say! "Does Pa or Ma know you're here?"
"No, and I don't want them to know, I'm going to leave again before daylight. But you see the weather, I need a place to stay while it blows over." As if that was the cue, there came the first rattling sounds of the rain hitting our aluminum sheeted roof with loud pattering, it was a sound that was as loud as two people talking, me and Alan.
"Okay." I said. If you wonder about me offering shelter to an escaped convict, well, I knew Alan for years and trusted him, at least when it came to me. And he was leaving before daylight....
Alan reached up and undid the buttons on his shirt and shuffled it off his shoulders as he did so. Lightning lit up the room for about two seconds, I saw he had on a sweaty tank-top underneath the shirt. I watched, mostly in darkness with only glimpses when lightning was flaring, as Alan undressed, he pushed his shirt off his shoulders and arms to leave only the tank-top on him, then took off his shoes and socks by sitting on the bed beside me, and then stood and reached for his waistband snap button and the second zipper below that. "I'm staying here with you tonight." he proclaimed. "Like you did that night on the river, you remember that?"
"Uh-huh." I said. I remembered that night very clearly. My family, including uncles and cousins, had gone on a weekend fishing trip to the river. Alan, a family friend, was by chance also close by in his own solo encampment. Earlier that day, I had talked with Alan while we were fishing and he had invited me to come over later. I slipped away from my cousins after bedtime and went to visit Alan that night. We had ended up in bed together and I reached for his cock when we were both under the covers together. He let me play with his cock with a chuckle and reaching for mine, and I'd jerked him off. We slept together that night, and I had slipped back to my cousins' tent in the early dawn. My parents and cousins never even noticed I had been gone. Yes, I remembered that night very well!
Alan shed his tanktop and I saw the massive muscles he had put on in prison, they bulged and rippled as he moved, making the hair on his chest dance atop the rising and falling spheres of power under his skin. He now had on only a pair of rather dirty-looking, discolored briefs. Reached for them as well. "Well, I figure long as I'm here and need a place to stay, we can do it again." he said and yanked down his briefs.
Lightning flared in sequential strikes, and kept the room lit for almost ten seconds straight and I saw his cock, it was hard and made a slight arc pointing upwards with a cockhead that was smooth and blunt-pointy-tipped, it looked like a fish, sort of, and then he was climbing in the bed with me and the room went darker again. And I had a big, warm, male man in my bed snuggling up to me and I felt his cock slide over my right leg all soft velvet feel and gently balmy flesh slithering over my thigh. His upper arm reached over my chest and gripped my left shoulder and pulled me over to press his body to mine with us both on our sides, and that sent his dong creeping in between my legs and nuzzling my testicles.
He wrapped me in his arms and I got kissed like I'd never been kissed before, this was no quick peck with the lips but a lingering interlocking of our lips and his tongue sliding into my mouth and bathing my own tongue and teeth with his loving, light saliva, and he used the tip to dart about in my mouth and tickle and play with my teeth, gum, tongue, then he sucked and drew my tongue into his mouth and he sucked on it like it was a piece of hard candy. All this time, he had me in both his arms, and his hands slid and stroked my back and his hips sent his cock sliding back and forth under my nuts and my dick got so hard it throbbed and almost hurt, rubbing against Alan's belly.
Alan felt that and he breathed huskily in my ear, "We can play the same game we did before, but I know more games we can play, you want to play them with me, little boy?"
I liked it when he called me little boy, it was better than "runt" or "pipsqueak" or any of the other nasty names I usually got called; I was younger than all my relatives by a few years and never included with them in a lot of things, I was sort of growing up alone in a crowd of family, lost in the crowd.
But to Alan, I was a person, not an afterthought or a mistake, I was a single, known individual and that was precious to me more than you can believe given I barely knew him. So when he asked that, I said, "Sure, Alan, sounds like fun."
"It damned sure is. Let me show you how to do the first part of it, then I'll show the better second part." he breathed into my ear.
"Okay." I said as the lightning lit up the room like the world was on fire, and thunder immediately after which meant the lightning was getting closer to us. The rain shouted at us it was hitting the roof so hard, the aluminum was ringing like those metal drums the Caribbean people play, only it was like a thousand of them all playing different melodies at the same time.
Alan let go of me and began to kiss his way down my body, bending around and shifting so that he nearly slid his lower body off the bed, he recovered with a chuckle. Lightning and thunder were pounding us almost nonstop as he slid down my body with his lips and he fastened them onto my dick and he gripped them and began to bob his head and the electricity in the room was in my body and my brain from the feel of his lips as he worked them on my prick.
He pulled me down the bed so my feet hung out the foot, and then crawled on up so that his own body was upside down to me, shifting me down the bed at one point so he could keep his lips on my willy.
His own cock was now next to my head. He slapped the top of my head with it and said, "Now you do it for me."
I gingerly took hold of his cock and it was warm and clean and pulsing in my hand like a live fish and I slid my lips over it and Alan moaned and sped up sucking on my prick, so I began to do the same for him the best way I could. And the thunder was in my ears as well my room. I kept getting glimpses of us and what we were doing as the lightning flickered outside, throwing its intensely bright gleam into the room again and again and again.
"Yeah, kid, get it slippery with your spit, a lot of it, all you can." he instructed me gruffly, and I did that as best I could, working up my saliva and then layering it on with my tongue and he grunted in contention at my efforts, and he kept sucking me.
I felt my body suddenly spike in climax and I shook and moaned as my body thrilled and pleasure electrified my body, I felt as if lightning had struck me it was so intense and the shuddering went on and on like the thunder roaring overhead.
Alan kept milking me until I was finally done, panting, my young body heaving in the glory of orgasm, and when I was done, I was surprised that he seemed to be ready to get up off the bed.
But I was wrong, he got up on his knees and shifted my body up to where my head was back on my pillow and he said, "Now, baby, it's time for me to give you a ride you'll never forget."
The lightning lit up the room again as he lifted my legs up high and I saw myself in that pose, my legs in his hand, his powerful body on it knees above me, his cock glowing with my saliva and pointing at my young ass. The light died and in the darkness I felt the cockhead kiss my anus, and Alan groaned and thrust hard and the prick shoved into my body. I cried out in the pain of the insertion and the thick dong was heavy and filled me full and beyond! "Oh, oh, it hurts, it hurts!" I moaned.
"I know, it hurts at first, hold still, boy, hold still, the worst is over." Alan told me. I did as he said, quivering as my pain throbbed but it did get less and my bowels relaxed a little and Alan felt it and said, "Yeah, the worst is over." And he began to move back and forth into my body.
The pain returned but not as strong and he kept on moving even with me moaning in my pain and slowly, the pain went away. As it did, I felt another sensation I hadn't noticed in the pain. Pleasure. Something about his cock inside my ass felt so good and the more he did it the better it felt and I began to moan not in pain but in pleasure. My arms had been lying by my sides, useless, and I reached up and caught hold of his big shoulders and he laughed, "Yeah, that's the way, now you've got it and it won't ever hurt that much again."
I didn't answer, just panted, looking up at him in the dim light of the now receding lightning and thunder rolling away from us. Our panting and grunting were now the loudest things in the room, it was darkness now and in that darkness there was only the big, heavy, masculine body above me and the joy now radiating from the shaft now plying its length and strength into my body.
I moaned and clung to him and he lifted my buttocks up until he was almost fully on his knees and I was on my shoulders, and he humped heartily into me as he laughed, a rich note of his joy in the room. After a time of this, he reached down and lifted me up and now he was on his knees, me clinging to him like a monkey as his hairy hands held me up by my buttocks and he bounced me on his body and drove his dong up into me like I was a rag doll.
I felt my joy coalescing suddenly in my groin and I moaned and shook in my climax, and he felt it and laughed again, but huskily for his own pleasure was rising in him.
He put me back on the bed and began to thrust at me harder, this time almost noiselessly, and then slowly the sounds of his breath, he was panting, panting hard, and then he let loose a sound like the whinny of a horse, and he thrashed back and forth in me and I felt the hot jizz rushing into my body, and him moaning softly atop me, as if he were lost in himself at that moment and struggling to find himself a way out again.
He finished, panting hard, and slowly recovered, moved in random motions then in purpose, he pulled off of me and out of me and rolled onto his back beside me. "Aw, fuck, that was fantastic." he said as he put his fingers on his face with his elbow held high and his head lifted back as far as it would go. He looked over at me. "How are you holding up, sport?"
"I'm okay." I said. "It felt good at the end."
"Yeah, I know the getting it in you hurt like hell, but it had to be done. Now you can get fucked any time you want and it won't hurt as much. If you want it."
He let out a large sigh. "Better set your alarm clock for four a.m. I need to get out of here before your family wakes up."
"Okay." I agreed. That done, I went to sleep in his arms and I woke up holding his cock as the alarm rang. It felt so good.
I slipped into my parents' bedroom and swiped a pair of pants and shirt and brought them in to Alan. He smiled and put them on, balled his prison clothes up in a ball and said, "I got things to do, then I'll turn myself back in. I got time still to serve but doing that will cut down on the punishment. When I get out, Devin, I'll come looking for you, okay?"
"Okay." He gave a quick kiss, then slipped out the window. A bit later, I heard my father's pickup start up and drive away and my father shouting.
Alan had hotwired my dad's old pickup and driven it away. The police found it in town.
Alan turned himself in three days later. I don't know what he did, but I guess he did it.
That was seven years ago. He's been a model prisoner ever since, and coming up for parole, I hear, in another two months. I lie in wait, still in my old room and the window still like it was, waiting.
I know, one day, he'll crawl in that window again, probably in the night. I'll wake up and hear those words, "You miss me, boy?" That will be good to hear.
Because I do.
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