Runaway Choices 3
By Oneheavyhand


Keywords: Mf, M+m

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** Foreword **
	
	Thank you for reading part 3 of Runaway Choices, my continuing
story of where choices might take both the prepared and the
unaware. In this installment I would like you to meet two lovers,
or almost lovers and how the choices made by both them and others
change their lives forever. Again I beg your forgiveness for the
lack of editing. I do my best and can do no more.

** Foreword **
	
	
	“It wasn’t fare they couldn't keep him from seeing her forever”
he thought as he threw the dew rag into his backpack. Markus had
found her after nearly a year and nothing his parents said would
keep him from going. Packing some clothes he picked up the
picture of his girlfriend, his lips covering her face with a kiss
before stuffing the picture into a side pocket. Looking back at
the door to his room Markus swore he would never come back then
slipped out the window and into the blessed night.

	A year before his parents had come out the back door marching
straight around the back of the shed were he and Demela had
hidden away. It was their first time, their only time to prove
their love for one another. It had all been decided as they road
home from school, Demela would bring a beach towel and hop the
fence. Markus would just have to wait and watch from his bedroom
window, coming down when he saw her.

	They were hidden behind the shed between the fence and tree's
where no one could see them. Markus lying on top of his girl
having just taken her cherry when without warning all hell broke
loose.  His father yelling his name and swinging the belt as his
mother screamed for the lord, all the while hearing Demela's name
being called from the other side of the fence.

	It didn't matter that they were in love or they loved each
other, all that mattered to both their parents was color. That
didn't mean shit to Markus, he thought Demela the most beautiful
creature on earth. The only thing his parents saw was Demela's
pale white complexion, a stark contrast to his own deep black
skin. They didn't see her beautiful green eyes or the way she
smiled, and they clearly didn't see how much he loved the look of
her recently developed breast and ass.

	But it wasn't all his parents. Demela's own parents had been the
ones to make the call after seeing their daughter heading out the
back with towel in hand. To them it was ok to be friends with the
neighbor's daughters, but to date a black boy was out of the
question. And when they popped their heads over the fence to look
down at the boy thrusting his hips down on their naked daughter
the entire neighborhood knew just how both families felt. The
next day Demela had been pulled from school and sent to live with
an Aunt.

	Now nearly a year later Markus had found where she was. He had
found a letter she had sent just weeks after the move, one of
many letters he was sure his parents had hid or destroyed.
Reading the letter he knew even after a year apart she would
still love him just as much as he loved her. It had taken less
than half an hour to look up the address on the envelope and pack
his bag, and another to be walking up the west bound onramp with
his thumb in the air.




	The young girl lay still on the edge of the bed knowing any
movement would bring even greater pain. Behind her slapping a
leather horse crop against the palm of her hand paced her Aunt
Vicky. This seemed like a daily routine, her ass bared to the
woman’s ire for anything from waking late to eating too slow. She
had learned within a week of landing at Ontario International
that her Aunt was no one to trifle with.

	The first night Vicky made Demela aware of her situation. Demela
had been bitching constantly from the moment she had been given
over to her Aunt, her high pitched voice grating on Vicky's ears
until she closed the door to the apartment she called home. Vicky
held herself back as she let the girl unpack her clothes into the
guest room before offering both food and drink and trying to make
pleasant. It wasn't until Demela began to complain about the
microwave dinner that Vicky gave Demela her first and only
warning, "Demela darling you're my guest, but you're family and
you're momma and poppa done told me to whip your ass if you get
out of line."

	Demela pushed the wrong button when she told her Aunt to sit and
spin, the older lady simply grabbing Demela by the hair as she
pulled her from the table. Demela screamed at the top of her
lungs as she was yanked through the apartment and into her room,
then lay crying as her Aunt picked up a belt left lying out and
began to lay it across Demela's ass. The tone was set as night
after night she found herself in that same position as her Aunt
worked herself into a lather over something Demela had done.

	This time Demela deserved it and she knew it. She had broken the
number one rule set down before her Aunt had headed off to work
the morning after Demela had arrived. "No one in the house!" her
aunt had said as she shook her finger at Demela. "No girls, no
boys, nobody period!" And like the good little girl Demela was,
she had broken that rule dozens of times without getting caught.
This time she had just been unlucky. Two of the boy's had talked
her into a quick blow job that wasn't as quick as she'd hoped,
when Vicky walked in the boys were pulling up their pants and
racing for the open window into the courtyard.

	Vicky never talked while she contemplated how many strokes
Demela would receive. So when her Aunt began rambling about her
constantly testing authority, Demela knew this would be a bad
one. Silence hung over the room for a half second before she
heard the whistling of the crop as it streaked towards her ass,
the pain shooting right into her gut. She took the first five
while biting her lip, the second five crying into her balled up
hands. The third five found their way around her hands as she
tried to protect her ass from the continuing onslaught. The
fourth, fifth, and sixth set of five landed where ever bare skin
could be found as Demela balled up on the floor screaming "I'm
sorry!" over and over again.

	The girl lay rocking on the floor as her Aunt stood over her
with the horse crop tapping against the palm of her hand. Tears
covered the child’s face completely as the red welts covered her
ass, thighs, and back. The woman's venomous voice penetrating
deep into her head as she claimed, "If it takes beating you into
a grave I will break you yet!"

	


	The van rocked as it made its way along I-10, the driver singing
along with his two passengers to a Bob Marley's Mellow Mood. The
three passed a blunt around between versus, occasionally laughing
as something hit the right nerve. He almost missed the turn off
as he handed the blunt into the back, then almost missed the boy
running for the side of the road.

	The three searched the grass where they thought the boy had
landed, finding his limp body and the torn remains of his
backpack only feet from the rail. The boy was alive and other
than being unconscious unhurt. A short discussion between the
three and Markus was being tossed into the back of the van. They
didn't know where the boy had been heading or why he was on the
freeway, but they didn't want him running to the police hurt or
not. Not while the van was packed with ten Kilos’ of Canadian
green and another fifteen blocks of uncut powder.

	"He's awake!" someone said through the pain in his head, another
placing a pill to his lips and telling him to swallow it with the
promise it would make him feel better. "Think he's got a
concussion or something."

	Marcus could feel the sweat pore from his forehead as he tried
to sit up and take a drink from the can he was handed. The lights
of the oncoming cars sent waves of pain through his head as he
took in his new surroundings. Between closing his eyes and
covering his face with each passing car, Marcus saw he was in the
back of an old panel van with two white guys he guessed were in
their mid-twenties. The van was carpeted from floor to ceiling
giving it a cave like look, the smell of burnt hemp completing
the illusion.

	The boy pushed himself back as far as he could from the two men,
his back pressing against a bench seat set in front of the rear
doors. "Where am I and who are you?" he asked as he looked from
man to man.

	"It's cool." The one to his left said as he held the bear can
back out. "We found you by the side of the road."

	The other finishing "You needed help."

	His head hurt but he could remember seeing the lights bearing
right at him. He didn't remember getting hit or being found, but
none of that mattered so long as he could get to Demela. Thinking
of Demela, Marcus suddenly realized he wasn't wearing his bag,
his head bouncing side to side as he fell to his hands and knee's
looking for it. "My bag, where is it?"

	"Ya we found it." the guy on the right said as he nodded his
head and smiled.

	"Was all fucked up though." the other finished.

	"Where is it?"

	"Hold up there boy." the man driving piped in for the first
time. "Got it right here."

	"Give it." Marcus called as he dove for the front seat and his
bag only to be caught by the two men.

	"Damn, you were all but dead when we found ya boy. Now you all
give me that n shit, not even a thank you."

	"Fuck you!" Marcus yelled as he tried to pull from the men’s
grasp, only to have one of the men give his pants a yank. Marcus
hit the floor of the van like a brick, white hot flair's shooting
through his head as he lay moaning with his arms only a foot from
his goal.

	"What's so important boy you done lost your senses boy?" The
driver asked as he turned out the contents onto the front seat.
"Nothing but clothes." he said as he tossed the boys belongings
into the back.

	Marcus saw the photo flip through the air as the man tossed the
dew rag into the air, his hand grabbing the photo and pulling it
under him as his cash fluttered from the airborne rag.

	As one of the men yelled "The fucker robbed a bank!" the other
asked "What you got there?"

	Marcus couldn't hold onto the picture, the man holding it up
into the lights of an oncoming car before waving it in the air
like a prize. "Looks like our boy here got himself a girlfriend."

	"So, what's it to you!"

	"That were you going boy, you done stole your momma’s shopping
money so you can go see your girl?"

	"It wasn't momma’s shopping money." Marcus exclaimed as he
grabbed for the picture. "And aint none of your business where
I'm going."

	"I'd say it is." the man driving said, "Seeing as you're sitting
in my van and disrespecting me and the boys. Bro, how much of
momma’s money did the boy steal?"

	"About a hundred."

	Marcus rolled and grabbed for his money, the man raising his
cash filled hand out of the way as he pushed Marcus back. "This
money's ours now. Don't think you're getting a free ride."

	"I need that. I got to get to California!" Marcus cried as he
grabbed for the money a second time.

	"Hold up boy." the man up front called as the van left the road.
"We can get you to Vegas, if you got the gas to get us there."

	"I'll walk!"

	"You stupid boy?" the man to his left laughed, "its middle of
summer in Texas. If the heat doesn’t get you some racist redneck
will."

	As soon as the van came to a stop Marcus rolled right and
grabbed the handle to the side door. In a flash he was out of the
van and pulling his pants up as he ran into the field of high
grass. He only made it a dozen yards before his concussion and
the drugs got the better of him. The three men easily picking him
up off his knees and walking him back to the van.

	"What's your name boy?" the man who had been driving asked as he
sat Marcus on the edge of the open van door. "Don't guess it
matters. Around here they hunt nigger boys for fun, then drag
their asses down some dirt road and leave them for dead. Unless
you get lucky and die from heat stroke."

	Marcus was feeling light headed, his stomach turning as he tried
to get his legs up under him. He now knew he wasn't going to run,
and the men were probably going to rob and kill him. His head
seemed to swim through the air as he bent forward and began to
throw up. The world turning black as he fell forward into a pile
of his own puke.




	The girl looked even more pale than normal as she stood with her
hands held clenched at her sides. Her eyes closed as she listened
to her Aunt. Demela's mother and Aunt spoke every couple of days,
usually starting with a dissertation of rule violations
committed. Somehow listening to her mother being told about her
various escapades hurt even more than the beatings, not because
she cared what her mother thought but because she hated her
mother more than she hated her Aunt. And that was saying a lot.
Demela would have been happy to see her Aunt stuffed in a dryer
and tossed into some ravine, but her mom she simply loathed.

	Worse of all was the wait. Waiting for her Aunt Vicky to finish
talking before handing the phone over. Waiting while her mom
filled her dad in on what she had done, and then waiting for the
two to tell her how disappointed they were in her behavior.
Waiting and thinking the whole while that she could never live up
to their kind of standards, their kind of hate. She would show
them she said to herself each night. She would take whatever Aunt
Vicky could give if only to show them.

	She had started the day after arriving in California, just an
hour after her Aunt left for work. School was going to have to
wait till Aunt Vicky could take a day off, leaving Demela to sit
around twiddling her thumbs. The idea formed in that short time,
if her parents thought being in love with one black boy was bad
she would fuck them all.

	Demela took a walk, both looking to see what there was in the
neighborhood and hoping to find a black dick to impregnate her.
She found what she was looking for just two blocks down the road,
three older boys cutting it up outside of the 7/11. She didn't
think about what she was doing, she had made her mind up before
walking up to the boys who now looked more like collage aged men.
Her heart raced and her chest fluttered as she did her best to
sound confident and older as she asked, "What a little girl got
to do to get laid around here?"

	The men looked at each other, the darkest one asking if she was
legal then laughing. A shrug of her shoulders and the shortest of
the bunch pointed to the side of the building and took a step
towards her as he said, "You think you can handle this dick
little girl? Let’s see what you got."

	Demela made her way past the garbage can that she was sure would
block the view of traffic only to find herself pinned in by a low
fence. The combination made for a small cubby hole where she was
pretty sure the drunks or homeless made their beds for the night.
The three men came in right on her heals, the short one taking
hold of the back of her blouse and pushing her against the wall
as if getting ready to frisk her.

	She closed her eyes at the first touch of his fingers beneath
her skirt, her ears burning as he pushed a finger into her pussy
exclaiming "Damn bitch is dry."

	"So." she heard the darkest of them say as he pushed his way
past his friends. "Cunt's mouth aint."

	Demela opened her eyes as she felt herself being pulled around
and pushed to her knees. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed as the three
cocks came into view, her heart skipping a beat and her pussy
tingling. Demela realized she had bitten off more than she
expected, she had never thought even a grown man would be that
big. Now she had three, each longer than both her hands and thick
as a banana. She didn't get much time to think about her fuck up,
the dark black man reaching around behind her head as he leveled
his cock with her mouth.

	"Say Ahh bitch!" he said as he pushed nearly half his length
into her mouth. A moment later his cock was pressed against the
back of her mouth.  Demela’s throat constricted as she gagged on
the monster cock. Three and four times the man shoved his cock
against her throat before the third man of the group came up
beside her to thump his cock against her cheek.

	Demela knelt before the three men sucking one then the next, her
hands being used to jack off the unlucky two waiting their turn.
The smell of sweat and sex filled her nose as the sounds of
moaning men pumped through her ears. She was scared and excited,
her pussy tingling as she anticipated her first real fuck.

	The same thought was on the short black man's mind as he bent
down and grabbed hold of Demela's ass and pulling her up till she
was bent over at the waste. Still to short the man used his foot
to pull a plastic milk carton between her legs then telling her
to step up. As soon as she felt his cock touching her cunt she
let out a moan of ecstasy, then a groan of pain as the man shoved
his saliva slickened cock into her untrained cunt.

	"Fucking tight ass bitch!" he grunted, his cock in the vice like
grip of her leg and pussy muscles.

	Demela was in love, not with the men but with the way she felt.
Her body was tingling and her pussy quivering with every thrust
of the man’s humongous piece of meat. What pain had existed
turned to pure pleasure as the black men overloaded her senses,
her mind slipping as her body turned to jelly and her orgasm
ripped through her belly.

	The girl sat looking up at the three men as they stuffed their
cocks back into their pants. All three pushing and shoving each
other as they carried on about who had fucked her harder and who
stuffed more into the white bitches mouth. She didn't care who
had done what, she was all gushy and gooey inside and wanting
even more. These men had opened the doors and nothing more.

	


	Everything was still black when Marcus came too again, this time
from a wet cloth sitting over his forehead and eyes. He could
feel the van was moving again, and that he was naked. It only
took a minute for one of the three men traveling with him to
notice he was awake thanks to the boy's modesty forcing him to
cover his junk with the cold wet cloth that had been covering his
eyes a moment before.

	After being told Marcus was awake, the driver looked back over
his shoulder and said flatly "Dropping you off in Austin, they
got a hospital you can go to. They can get you home where you
belong once you’re fixed up."

	"I'm not going home and where’s my pants."

	"You puked on em and I aint taking you no further."

	"You said you could get me to Vegas!"

	"You aint got enough to get there. Done spent what you had to
get this far."

	"But!"

	"Yea, it’s the code." piped in the man who had been caring for
him in the back. The man sitting in the passenger seat adding,
"No grass, no gas, no ass, no ride!" All three of the men
laughing as he finished.

	Marcus didn't know what to say, or what to do. He only knew he
had to get to his Demela and that meant getting to Los Angeles
California. "I'm good for it. I can pay when we get to Vegas."

	"What you going to do, have momma wire you some green."

	"Na, he's going to have her wire us some fat nigger ass." the
man in the passenger seat said, breaking into a laugh and hitting
his head against the dashboard.

	"Fuck that!" the driver said jokingly, "We got some black ass
right here."

	Marcus couldn't tell the man was joking, and he didn't care. He
wasn't going to let his parents or anyone else keep him from
getting to California, and now with his money gone he was
desperate. "Ok! Give me my clothes and I'll do it. But only if
you get me to Los Angeles. All the way to where I'm going."

	The laughing stopped as all three looked at Marcus then huddled
up and began to whisper. The three breaking as the man in the
passenger seat slipped into the back with Marcus and the driver
turned off the highway.

	"Where we going?" Marcus asked afraid they were about to leave
him stranded in the desert.

	"Red and Marty are going to take the first payment. I got to get
some gas, and then I'll get mine."

	Marcus was pulled up to his knees and turned around by the one
he thought was Red while Marty unbuttoned his pants and took a
seat on the bench. He let the two manhandle him into position
before begging them to take it easy on him. His voice high
pitched and broken as he asked the men, "Please, aint never done
nothing."

	"Hear that boy's, he's an ass virgin. Treat him right!"

	Marcus felt the van slow as it pulled to the right sharply. The
ding ding of an old gas station bell sound off as Marty brought
his cock to Marcus's face. "Come on nigger, aint got all day.
Start sucking!"

	The taste wasn't terrible, tasting pretty much like his own
fingers. Marcus didn't think long about the dick in his mouth,
his attention racing to his behind as a cold greasy finger
suddenly pushed deep into his bowels. His ass tensed, tightening
around Reds wiggling finger. Then sighing in relief as the finger
popped out as quickly as it had been pushed in. Marcus let out a
"MMF!" of surprise as his ass was stretched even wider just a few
seconds later as Red continued to prep the boy's ass.

	Marty had Marcus's head in his hands, the man’s own excitement
doing the work as he tried to shove his cock into the boy's
throat before cumming. It hadn't happened, his cum coating the
back of Marcus's mouth then splashing back out as the boy gagged
on the warm thick fluid.

	"Damn it, boy don't swallow!" Marty decreed as he grabbed one of
Marcus's shirts and scooped the sperm up.

	Marcus watched the man climb out around him, as Red pushed down
on the small of his back. His heart jumping into his throat as
Red chuckled and said, "Just lay your head in your hands and I'll
be gentle as a lamb."

	The van door closed and rocked as Red saddled up behind the boy.
His cock pressing urgently against the tight hole of the boy's
shit hole as he leaned forward and grunted, "Relax boy!" A moment
later falling forward as the van lurched into motion.

	Marcus let out a scream as the man's weight came down atop him,
the cock popping past his sphincter then back out as the man
tried to keep from falling. "Take it easy." someone said as he
and Red untangled themselves and prepared to try again.

	Marcus tried to think of his girlfriend, of seeing her again and
of how happy they both would be for the rest of their lives. He
tried to think of the two of them having children and watching
them grow, and tried not to think of the salty taste in his mouth
or the left over smell of sweat. And when he felt the pressure of
Red's cock against his ass hole, he tried desperately to forget.
It wasn't all that easy, the cock in his ass hurt and kind of
burnt. It didn't feel much different than taking a real big shit
he admitted to himself as he finally relaxed.

	Marcus had grown comfortable with the three men and being fucked
by them. He had even begun to trust them once he was given back
his clothes. He had started to think of himself as part of the
guys if only the bottom part, so it had been a hard lesson to
learn when Red opened the van door at the bottom of the ramp and
handed him his clothes while telling him, "Sorry boy, you aint
coming no farther with us."

	"Here," the one he now knew as Steve said while handing him a
small plastic bag. "This should get you to L.A. if your ass
can't."

	Marcus stuffed the baggy into the plastic bag that now held his
few belongings and headed towards the truck stop just over the
bridge. Marcus stewed over being lied to while cooling off, his
mind stuck on the forgotten promise to take him all the way to
L.A and Demela.	Forty-five minutes later he stepped out into the
hot tarmac after noticing one of the cashiers watching him, and
then slipped in between the rows of trucks as he looked for his
next ride.




	A week after the move Demela sent a letter to her boyfriend back
home telling him how she hated where she was living and praying
he would find a way to rescue her. She didn't want rescuing so
much now that she had felt the pleasures of a cock, but she still
wanted the boy she loved. Demela waited three weeks for him to
write back before seeking her next piece of meat, an older black
man who lived a few doors down and had already been openly
flirting with her. Then another month before turning into the
class whore, happy to fuck anything willing to party. Demela
loved parties, mostly the ones where she was sandwiched between
black cocks. Sucking or fucking didn't matter so long as she was
being pumped full of cock and cum.

	Spring break brought her biggest party yet. She had somehow
talked her Aunt into letting her stay one night with a
girlfriend. It had taken a blow job and a promise to get the bum
to make the call, and after the rather convincing talk he had
with Vicky she paid up in pussy.

	The party was set for the second night of vacation to give the
hosts parents time to get to their vacation destination and was a
night Demela wasn't going to forget. No sooner had she shown up
than she was jostled up the stairs to the master bedroom where
she striped then stood in line with two other girls as the Jerome
put pillow cases over each of their heads.

	"Remember the rules ladies." he said as he cut a hole out even
with her mouths. "Do what you do best and not one word once you
leave this room."

	Demela pulled the case off her head once the hole had been cut,
plopping down on the plush bed and spreading her legs as he
begged "Come on Jerome, let’s get started now!"

	Jerome shook his head, "Later bitch, you'll be getting plenty of
dicks tonight."

	"You want something to get you started?" Tamera asked. The older
black girl climbed onto the bed then expertly rolled herself atop
Demela, her pussy even with the younger girl’s mouth. "Start with
this!"

	Demela had never licked a pussy before but she wasn't letting
the other girls know that. She had worked hard to build up her
reputation with the crew and wasn't about to let something like
this ruin it. She took a second to think how she would want her
own pussy licked, then as Tamera wiggled her ass down onto her
nose sucked the girl’s clit between her lips. She was still
working on Tamera's clit when the other two girls arrived, giving
them all a show before being lined up so Jerome could stitch the
pillow cases closed.

	The party had started hours before, the orgy started as soon as
the last of the five girls was on her knees. Jerome like a king
in his castle calling "Have at them!" then stepping back as the
football team lead the charge. For the next two hours Demela was
handled like a rag doll, her mouth and pussy filled constantly
with fingers, cocks, and beer. She was charged with sex powered
energy when she felt the coarse hair of a black girls pussy put
in front of her a second time, this time the smell of cum
overpowering the scent of sweat and piss.

	"Head back cunt." she heard a male voice say into her ear, the
same voice telling her to open her mouth a second later. The wash
of cum that hit her in the face tasted like heaven in her mouth
as she ran her tongue through the velvety fluid. "Fucking slut's
a real cum hole." she heard someone shout over the crowed, her
body suddenly shivering as she let the cum flow down her throat.
She would have asked happily for more, though she didn't need to.
The crowed having already pushed the other four girls over to
her, their pussy's full of hot cum just waiting to empty into her
thirsty maw.

	More time than she could keep straight passed, her mouth
becoming the dump for things she wasn't sure she wanted to know
about. She had made it through and now lay curled up in the dark
room with one of the lucky boys as he tried to spoon her. She had
been given to the boy as a prize for the biggest dick, or one of
the biggest as each of the girls had been picked out by one of
the five winners. She didn't care, she felt all warm and good
inside just knowing she was sure to have gotten pregnant from all
of the cum she had taken through the night. But now the boy
curled in close behind her was trying unsuccessfully to get his
cock into her ass.

	Demela was doing her best to route the cock into her cunt while
the boy continued trying to spread her cheeks. She realized she
had lost when the boy rolled forward on top of her, his weight
holding her tit's down as his knee's pressed painfully into the
flesh of her thighs. Demela opened her mouth to tell him no then
remembered what Jerome had told her when she begged to be one of
the "Ladies".

	It had been three weeks before while Jerome had her bent over in
the back stall of the upstairs men’s room. Her dress was pulled
up over her hips and her legs spread waiting for Jerome’s black
cock to fill her empty hole when in gangster fashion he asked,
"Damn bitch, you ever get enough of the BBC?" Demela shook her
head answering by begging him to fuck her while wiggling her ass,
stopping only once his cock started spreading her cunt lips open.


	"Shit bitch, you are a fucking whore! I should put you on the
floor at my party."

	"MMM! Fuck yea, I'm down to party." she answered as she felt the
first tingles ripple through her clit. She only half listened to
the rest of what Jerome had said until she heard him say she
would be fucked dozens of times. Demela was all ears after that,
happily agreeing to everything Jerome said. "No talking, no
peeking, and do what you do." he told her, "You remember that and
you'll be at every fucking party till you graduate."

	Demela relaxed just as the boy brought his hips up for another
shot. The head of the boy's cock slipping down the crack between
her cheeks to catch the edge of her ass hole.  A second later the
dick was being forced into the yet unconquered country by the
weight of his hips crashing down atop her ass. It was all she
could do not to scream, instead biting her lower lip and grunting
into the pillow she had crushed into her face. Demela knew she
was willing to do anything now, anything to make her parents pay!

	


	That didn't take long. Marcus had been able to quickly befriend
a black driver he had literally walked into. The man had been
checking out his truck after a long day on the road, stepping
around the cab at the same time Marcus came around from the
opposite side. The boy had gone to the ground like a rock, the
fortyish year old black man quickly reaching out to help the boy
back to his feet as he asked "You alright son."

	Marcus felt at ease with the man the moment he looked up and saw
the hand reaching out to help him up. The man’s voice calm and
reassuring after Marcus asked him where he was going.

	"I take it you are in need of transport. You look a bit young to
be traveling by yourself though. Where's your parents?"

	Marcus decided on the spot to tell the man his story, and then
prayed the man wouldn't turn him away. Luck was with him as the
man's white teeth glistened in the afternoon sun, "Son, I feel
for you so tell you what. I got to sit here for the next nine
hours then I'll be heading to Rancho Cucamonga.

	Marcus had his fingers crossed as the man spoke, his shoulders
falling slightly as the man looked around then back at Marcus and
continued in a hushed tone, "I'm betting you know the deal, so
you spread that fine black ass and I'll get you as far as
Rancho." The trucker stepped up to the door of the truck, opening
it wide and smiling back down at Marcus. "You coming?" he asked
as he disappeared inside. Marcus looked in both directions and
weighed his chances of finding another ride before following.

	An hour later Marcus lay beside the man crying and afraid to
move, his ass sore and his lip still bloody. Everything had
seemed cool until the man dropped his trousers and Marcus got a
look at the man’s cock. He'd never seen anything like it! The
cock was easily twice as big as his dads and thick as his arm.
There was no way he was getting that thing into his mouth or ass
and told the man. An instant later he was sitting on his ass with
blood trickling down his lip and the trucker standing over him
apologizing profusely.

	The trucker didn't try and stop him as he climbed back into the
front of the cab and opened the door. Instead waiting till Marcus
was almost out of the truck before quietly saying, "Don't be
thinking to get a ride if you leave now. Least not from one of
us."

	Marcus stopped with one foot out of the cab. He knew the man was
right, one call on that radio of his and there was a good chance
he would never make it to L.A. and his Demela. "Why couldn't they
have just left them alone?" he thought as he pulled his leg back
in and closed the door, then made good on his deal. Marcus sucked
the trucker off, swallowing the man’s huge load and then
spreading his ass cheeks as he lay over the center console and
waited for the man to cover his cock with the lubricated condom.
Now lying there quietly as the man snoozed, Marcus prayed the
trucker would be good to his word.

	The light of day was dimming when the black man woke and gave
Marcus a smile. His words still filled with sleep as he told his
passenger to assume the position. Marcus submitted without a
word, reaching under his belly and spreading his ass cheeks as
the man slipped his condom on. As he sucked in his breath at the
stretching of his ass, Marcus saw his dad and mom appear before
his eyes. The matriarch and patriarch pointing down at him as
they called out "Marcus, we told you that girl was going to hurt
you!" the very thing they told him as his dad bent him over the
arm of the couch to beat his ass.

	Dinner was country fried steak and cheese grits with a side of
fries and a sweet tea after cleaning up in the truck stop
bathroom. The ride after quiet and uneventful until as they
passed into California the trucker smiled over at Marcus and
said, "Well we be about an hour from my stop. Think I might have
one more piece of that pussy lip of yours before we part
company." Marcus looked out into the California night sky and
sighed, "Sorry momma." as he bent his head into the man's not so
empty lap.

	


	Demela stole into her Aunts room as she slept, sneaking the red
pocket book out of the woman’s purse before retreating into the
living room. Her legs and ass still sore from the beating as she
spilled the contents out onto the coffee table. She took the
twenty dollar bill and what change she saw, her tear filled eyes
making it all the more difficult. "It's past time coming." she
thought to herself as picked up the bag she had carried in almost
a year before. "They'll be sorry!"


	To be continued...