Liberating Lucas

Liberating Lucas

Copyright 2015 Byron Rider

Published by Byron Rider at Smashwords

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Disclaimer

The locations, movies, products, and such, are mostly all real. I looked up much of these using internet search engine, Google. The active story characters, however, are not. If I accidentally managed to make any one of my characters seem like you, it was not intentional, and I hope they are the good guys.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Disclaimer

Acknowledgements

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Epilogue

To my Readers

About the Author

Acknowledgements

First, I would like to thank anyone who has given me a chance to share my words with them. I love to write and hope that my stories resonate in the minds of my readers.

Second, I would like to thank my relatives. Those who supported me have been invaluable. Those who chose to turn their backs on me? Without you I would never have been able to say Watch me.

Third, I would like to thank anyone and everyone else. I have learned a lot through reading the works of others, have learned through my experiences in day-to-day live. I appreciate the love you taught me and I hope I have brought it to life in the pages of my story.

Prologue

He was pushed, a bit aggressively, onto the floor. Sure, Lucas Jacobs liked it rough, but he also preferred to have a choice in partners.

Instead, his cheeks were pinched, pulled forward to open his teeth and lips to allow entry for the latest faceless john. A straight man with a penchant for a young man’s lips.

He pushed into Lucas’s mouth as though it was a woman’s opening; pressing, and pulling, screwing the young man’s mouth. He lifted his hand and slapped Lucas’ face as though it was a lover’s buttocks.

Oh, God. Yes. That’s so good. Yes… Just like that, suck it, whore. The man said as he stroked his cock in and out of Lucas’s mouth. His wiry hair was itching Lucas’ nose as the stranger forced himself down the younger man’s throat.

Lucas could feel the tears forming in his eyes. He closed his lids tight to capture the moisture. When he showed discomfort or pain, the johns that frequented his part of town would be more brutal. He just wanted to get through this mouth-fuck with a little dignity.

As though that was possible.

Chapter 1

Lucas picked the two twenty dollar bills off the ground. He lifted them gingerly from yuck of mixed mud, beer, and urine that was on the ground beneath his knees. He shuddered and pocketed his pay for the night. I guess this’ll get me a couple of burgers. He said as he tried his best to wipe the same concoction from the knees of his faded and threadbare jeans.

He walked from behind the rest area and toward his accommodations for the past three weeks; an abandoned Studebaker that had been a part of the aesthetics at the edge of the rest area in rural Kentucky. He was thankful for that.

His step-father, Jimmy Corker, had thrown him out of the house three weeks ago, on Lucas’ eighteenth birthday. Happy fucking birthday to you, faggot! Jimmy shouted at him as he kicked Lucas in the small of his back for good measure as he was tossed, unceremoniously, and without anything but the clothes on his back, from the home he had lived in for his eighteen years of life.

Lucas stood, having fallen to his knees when jimmy kicked him, and looked pleadingly to his mother to defend him, but she only shook her head, looked down, and turned her back on her first-born child. Mom! he cried out, but Jimmy just slammed the door in his face.

Lucas picked himself up, rubbed the bruises on his back, and limped away from his home, vowing to never return again. I don’t need them. I am old enough to figure this out. He said.

Lucas was primarily thankful that he had been an early graduate and didn’t have to worry about trying to figure out how to go to school with literally only the clothes on his back. The edge of the small town in Kentucky was not far from the Illinois border. He walked north, thinking that it was too cold to be outside in January in the Midwest, not even a coat to keep him warm; Hell, what could he do about it?

The day he was kicked out he walked north on Interstate 24 to a few miles out of town; there, he came upon a rest area/welcome center on the Illinois/Kentucky border, not far from the Ohio River. The wind blowing off the river was colder than the air around where he lived and he shuddered. I gotta find somewhere to get out of this cold. he told himself, rubbing his arms with his ice-cold hands.

He went inside the main building and looked around. It was warm inside. He sat down on a bench in the heated center; exhausted he fell asleep. Hey, you can’t sleep here. Move on. The caretaker said as he kicked Lucas’ in the foot.

The restrooms were not warm, however; the design was made to allow wind-flow to keep the stench of human waste to a minimum. Lucas walked into the men’s room and looked at his reflection in the distorted mirror. Even with the flaws in the metal reflection, he could tell he had a black eye, a split lip, and a bruise on his left jaw. His left cheekbone was cut and a small stream of blood was running down to his jaw. He sure had looked better, to be sure, but he’d also looked worse. He rubbed the ache in his back where a bruise was forming.

Shaking his head he turned on the water, ran his fingers under the icy water and then doused his face and neck. Uh. He shuddered again. I shouldn’t have done that. He said. The water made him colder, and stung the open wounds.

What? a voice preceded a man leaving one of the stalls. He was still fastening his pants.

Water’s cold. Lucas said, trying to look nonchalant.

What’re you doing here? Are your folks outside? the man asked, looking around a bit wary.

Uh, no. I’m on my own. Lucas said, a bit uncomfortable with talking to a stranger whose jeans were still unbuttoned and unzipped.

On your own, huh? Do you need a job? the man asked, looking at Lucas’ facial injuries. You look like you could use a bit of a hand.

Wh…what do you mean? Lucas asked as the man walked closer to him.

I could use a job. A hand job. Wanna make twenty bucks? the man asked when he was within touching distance.

Uh.

Look, do ya want the money or not? the stranger asked.

Uh, sure. I guess. Lucas said, shrugging. Even though he knew he liked boys, and had crushes on many through high school, he was not a slut. He was actually a virgin; never having had the opportunity to work out who was gay and who was not in his life.

Come on then. Reach over here. Take it out.

Lucas tentatively reached for the man’s crotch. His briefs were in the way and the man chuckled. Come on, kid, it won’t bite. Just pull it out.

Lucas glared at the rude man who was offering him money for sex. ‘I’m resorted to prostitution, now.’ He thought as he pulled the briefs down and a half-erect uncut penis popped out of the waistband.

Lucas grabbed the shaft, knowing what he liked when he would masturbate in his bedroom at night. He reached low, stroking his little finger across the man’s sack.

The man moaned. Yes. That’s good. He said and tilted his head back.

Lucas felt a bit empowered, then. This man was putty in his hands. He began to stroke his cold fingers from the base of the man’s heated shaft up to the tip where a bit of clear, sticky liquid was beginning to pool. Lucas licked his lips, then.

Suck it.

What?

Suck it and I’ll double what I give you.

Lucas never received, nor given, a blow job and didn’t know the first thing about it, but he thought ‘What the hell?’ and knelt down, putting first the head close to his lips. His tongue darted out and tasted the salty-sweet pre-come that was oozing from the man’s now fully erect penis. It was not entirely disgusting so he opened his mouth and pulled the stranger’s head into his mouth.

Suck, hard. I’m gonna fuck your mouth, you little cunt-face. The man croaked. Open your mouth. Let me in there.

Lucas had no idea what he was doing, but he knew that he could use the money. He opened his mouth and tried to protect the man from his teeth.

No. Teeth are alright. Don’t bite me, but scrape it. Yeah. That’s good. Deeper. Wrap your fat girly lips around my dick. The man growled, grabbing Lucas at the back of the head and shoving himself all the way back to Lucas’ throat. Lucas gagged for a second and moved his head back as far as the stranger would let him.

All of a sudden the man began to stroke himself in and out of Lucas’ mouth. He was shuddering, and cursing as he held Lucas’ head still and pumped in and out. Oh, God. He whispered as he ejaculated into Lucas’ mouth.

Lucas tried to let the white cream spill from his lips but the stranger had other ideas.

If you want the money, you’ll swallow it. Suck me dry. He commanded.

Lucas closed his eyes tightly, feeling ashamed of what he was doing in a public restroom off a highway near the state border, but he was already in it for the duration and did as he was ordered.

The stranger suddenly pulled his now flaccid member out of Lucas’ mouth, making a popping sound, tucked and zipped and tossed two twenty’s on the sink. Thanks. You’re a good fuck. He said as he left the restroom.

Lucas stood up and took the money out of the sink. He shoved it into his pocket and left the rest area. There were no other people there; northern Kentucky highways were not all that well travelled, and Lucas was infinitely thankful for that small favor.

He looked around, still cold, still worried, and still homeless. He walked around the rest area to warm up through sheer over-circulation when he came across a beat up old car. It had superficial rust and four flat tires, but the windows were all intact and, since it was like, sixty years old, it was huge. He looked up to thank any deity that was maybe listening, when he tugged on the handle and the door opened easily.

He crawled into the back seat and curled into a small ball. His stomach felt sick with the semen he was forced to swallow, and from the stress