I was a strong minded fifteen-year-old boy. This was in a time before cell phones or fancy internet could provide outlet or rescue for me. I was fed up with my Mother’s ridicule about catching me crossdressing again. I had enough, I picked some clothes in a duffel bag and simply walked out the house. I remember her nagging and threating me. She was daring me to leave. Leave just like my Father did when I was younger, she said. That’s what I did, I walked right out and down the street while she kept yelling from the porch.
I started walking, I didn’t have a plan or a real direction to head in. I lived in a small town in a very rural area of the south. It’s the sort of town that doesn’t even lock the doors to the house at night. It was a 10 to 15-minute drive to the next town and I had no idea how long it would take me to walk. I didn’t care, I needed to get out of that house with that woman. There were only 4 roads that led out-of-town. I knew I needed to pick the least likely she should look for me on. I feared she would call any friends and family in the area to try to find me and possibly have them look for me.
One road led straight to the interstate, the easiest way to get a ticket away from here. It was also the most dangerous, I didn’t think I was ready for that big of a decision yet. Road number 2 was a very curvy dark road to slightly larger town. Road 3 headed to a city but, it was 30-minute drive. Road 4 went deeper into the rural country, with no practical end.
I chose road number 2, the larger town could still get me to the interstate if I wanted. I had a friend who lived 3 towns after who could take me in. I left the house about 6pm and it quickly got dark. When I reached the halfway point, I was guessing it was 9pm. I realized that I didn’t think this through at all. On this long dark curvy road, there are no sidewalks or lights over the road. Luckily, I’ve only seen about 3 or 4 cars to this point. My feet are starting to hurt and I know there is still a long way to go.
About this time, a truck, an old beat up pick-up truck slows down as it passes. I’m hoping it’s not anyone I know and even more so, it’s not anyone that is going to report back to my Mother. The headlights were binding me, I was unable to recognize the truck. A man leans out the window, “You need a ride?” the man asks. “No thank you, I’m just headed up the road”, I respond. He’s head the wrong direction for me and I didn’t want to know how much further I actually have to walk. After a long pause the man says, “I could really use someone to drive me home, I’m too drunk to drive this road.” That long curvy road is marked several times with bare marks on the trees. Many of drives have crashed at night, even sober. After another long pause, the man says that he trusts me, I don’t look like the robbing or stealing type. That is the small country town mentality you can get away with out here. I step closer to see the man’s face. I don’t recognize it, so I ask him where does he live at? He rattles of the address but then tells me the common name of the road. I was familiar with it, it was on the out-skirts of town, more importantly, the opposite end that I lived on and away from anyone my Mother knew.
I reluctantly agreed. Mostly because I was tired of walked but, the man seems somewhat pleasant. He quickly side across the old pick-up’s bench sit, into the passenger side. I hopped in after throwing my bag in the back and could hear the beer cans rattle. With the cab light on to the truck, I see his face more clearly now. He’s a 30ish rough looking white man. A dark mustache and 3-day old beard. He definitely looks like he’s been drinking tonight, probably every night from the looks. I’m confident I’ve never seen him before, it’s not completely out of the ordinary. There are a few factories around town that draw workers from other towns here. “My name is Dave, pardon me for not getting your name before asking you to drive my truck.” I politely greet him, reassure him it’s no probably to drive him home, I know this road is pretty bad at night.
I slowly start driving, getting my bearings for the truck. Some small talk reaffirms my suspicions, he’s a factory worker from another town. He’s only been working here for a year. He points out the spot where he wrecked his last truck, which is why he asked me to drive him. After a few minutes, we are at his house. He says he rents with a room-mate that works the opposite shift at him. He politely asks if I’m hungry, it’s about 10pm now and I haven’t eaten since lunch. I try to decline but, quickly take up his second offer. He invites me in, tells me to grab my bag, in case it rains. This house is halfway in the woods and I can barely make out the neighbor’s porch light in the distance. This is all common place for country living.
We get in, he heats up some left-over pizza. It seemed a few days old but I wasn’t going to complain. He ask me again, what I was doing out there walking in the middle of the night. I had deflected the first time he asked in the truck but, we had talked a good bit since then and figured there was no harm in telling the truth. “I had to get out of my house, my Mother was driving me crazy.” He sat quietly, waiting for more I guess. “I was talking to the next town and was going to figure out what to do there.” With a surprised look, he responded, “you walked all the way there down that road?” I nodded and realized that needed to use the restroom. I asked him and he pointed me down the hallway.
When I came back, he was digging through my bag. “Hey, what are you looking for?” He slowly turns his head and looks at me, “what do you have these for? As he pulls out satin panties. My face must have turned red in embarrassment and anger as I state, “Those must have fell in when I was packing. Can you please not go through my things?” He grins, “So they are yours? Are you wearing a pair now?” He asks but, starts to slowly walk towards me. I’d seen this look before in movies. It doesn’t turn out well for the person they are looking at. I start to back up but, find myself in a corner. His 5’11 180lbs frame is starting to tower over my 5’9’’ 115lbs body and it feels like I’m getting smaller with every step he takes.
Dave is within inches of me, looking down. I can smell scent of Bud Light even stronger, it’s nauseating. “Do you know what is considered proper gratitude picking up a hitchhiker is?”, he asked in raspy whisper. I shake my head no but, I knew what that answer was. Growing up along an interstate and having truck stop gas stations everywhere, stories get overheard. A hitchhiker shows their appreciation by offering their oral services. “I wasn’t going to say thing but, since I think you might enjoy it, I might as well get something out of it.”, Dave said leaning close to my ear and then whispers, “Are you wearing cute girly panties right now?” I sheepish nod yes, looking into his bloodshot eyes. He slowly whispers, “Show me.” I could feel all the blood leave my head, the room started spinning and everything went black.
I wake up, laying on the bed. My arms aren’t moving. They have been tied together behind my back. I struggle to look around and find Dave laying in the bed next to me, watching TV. “Ah, you are fine, calm down. You just passed out.” He says with a reassuring and calm voice. “Why are my arms tied together, what is going on?” I ask, as I struggle against duct-tape wrapped around my wrists. In a rather proud voice he proclaimed, “I had a feeling you were going to get squirrely on me when you woke up and couldn’t have you running off without explaining myself.” I’m starting clear my head more and realize my pants are off, my black satin with lace trim panties are on display. “Why did you take my pants off? Please let me go” whimper out. “I told you I wanted to see your panties, I had to take a look. Are you one of those gays that hang out at the truck stops?” I quickly respond, “No, I’m not gay and I don’t hang out at the truck stops, please let me go Mister.” After a conversation that seemed to get on forever, Dave never responded to my questions or pleas. He seemed so intrigued about my crossdressing. I blew his mind when I told him that I’d never slept with a guy before. He seemed to be able to see through my responses that I had no desire to be with a man though. That or he was hell-bent on sleeping with me. While the statement that I’d never been with another man was true, I had been molested years ago by an older boy. When I dressed, I desperately wanted a man to be attracted to me but, had let that desire out. Dave seemed mesmerized with my slender body and how the t-shirt I was wearing slowly rode up exposing my flat toned stomach.
I looked at the clock, it was 1am. Dave explained that he couldn’t let me go tonight because I would run to the police and have him arrested. He said he could let me go tomorrow, by then I should know he won’t hurt me and there would be no reason to tell anyone. But, the catch is, he has to go to work in the morning and can’t let me out before he leaves. This upset me but made a slither of sense in my mind. He was right, if he let me go right now, I would have told everyone to include the police. I pleaded for him to get me go and I wouldn’t tell anyone anyways but, he wasn’t falling for it. Dave tapped my feet together and covered me up with a blanket before he fell asleep.
6:30am couldn’t have come soon enough, his alarm went off and got ready for work. He helped me up to go to the bathroom and then laid me back in bed, left the TV on, placed a tape over my mouth and tied my body to the bed. The next few hours passed with me falling in and out of sleep. What was left of last night, I watched the clock numbers changed as Dave slept like a log with his arm over me. I made up the sleep while waiting on him to come back. I heard his room-mate in the kitchen but, unless he came in the room, there was no way get his attention. I struggled but, simply tired myself out and fell back asleep. I was scared and couldn’t wait to get out of there.
Finally, I hear the roommate leave and soon after I heard Dave’s truck drive up. Dave walks in with bags. He sets them down and comes straight to the bed, sitting next to me while he un-ties me. I start to get confused when he tells me he’s bought me some presents, after he takes the tape off my mouth, I explain that he’s supposed to let me go now. He sighs and tells me I have to try the new clothes first. Dave also says he’s brought home dinner too. He goes on to say, he expects me to make the dinner while wearing my new clothes. While this seems somewhat appealing to me, I declare that our agreement was to let me go now. I wouldn’t tell anyone if he let me go now. Dave snaps and starts throwing things, yelling at me about taking advantage of his feelings. He goes on to say something along the lines that he might have to make sure I can tell the police, ever. I get the drift rather quickly and quickly slink off to the bathroom with the bags. If there was a window, I would have found my way out of it but, there wasn’t one; no way for me to escape without trying to overpower Dave. My only hope now was to try to fake it and maybe he would get drunk so I could run out.
A short while in the bathroom and a knock comes, Dave said he’s sorry for losing his temper and just wanted me to see he was a good guy overall. We rambled on about fucking up when he pressured me in the corner and then when he tied me up. I agreed while finishing dressing. I come out, wearing a blue with white poka-dot sundress with pantyhose and clean panties on. My hair was raggedy but long for a boy. I mustered up the best smile I could and thanked him for the dress. It was a little big but, not overly baggy. He explained that he would have got a prettier one but, this was on sale and he didn’t know my size. The look he gave me told me that he might have different plans for me tonight.
I was starved and asked what am I cooking tonight for him. Hamburger Helper, at least it was something easy that I could handle. I tried to offer him a beer as often as I could without seeming like I was pushing it. I had one that I nursed through dinner. I tried to put the perfect feminine touch on everything I did. I wanted him to buy the act, so he didn’t have to tie me up. Dinner was peaceful and he talked about his day at work. He caught himself before he asked about my day. After dinner, Dave got up sat in the living room, next to the door. I started clearing the table and cleaning the dishes. I guess Dave heard me finishing up and walked in, told me I needed to follow him. I was a little scared but, he wasn’t overly demanding, just stern. He made me sit on the toilet while he showered. It was awkward but, I couldn’t help myself from watching his cock flop around. Dave would catch me staring and just smile. He told me to get in after he was done and he would leave his other present on the counter.
The shower was one of the best of my life, I felt extremely dirty from the last 24 hours. I was still worried about what was ahead but, I felt that Dave wouldn’t hurt me unless I made him mad. I used the rest of the hot water and then dried off. A bright red satin with lace camisole and matching shorts were neatly folded for me. These shorts didn’t cover much more than the top but, they were comfortable. I could feel my little dick start to harden after slipping them on. I pushed those thoughts away and chose to focus on the plan, get Dave off and run while he’s sleeping. As soon as I opened the door, Dave’s eyes couldn’t see anything other than me. He watched as I placed my new dress, in the laundry basket. I told him I could do the laundry tomorrow, if he liked. “That won’t be necessary” he said, snapping out of his trance.
I crawl in bed, getting under the covers this time. Dave cuts the light off and only the TV illuminates the room now. Dave is laying with only boxers on and I see that there is a bulge in them. I try to keep my eyes off it but, just cannot stop myself from peeking every so often. “You can touch it if you want, you know since you still owe me for the ride and everything” he joking says. My nerves are shot. I’m torn between my wants and my fears. I don’t move but, then I feel Dave reach over and grab my hand. He guides it from under the covers to resting on his boxers, on top of his budge. Dave softly says. “I’m not gay either, that’s why I bought you the dress. You looked just a beautiful girl earlier and even now.” My heart pounds, it’s what I’ve always wanted to hear from a man. I slowly started to slide my hand over his boxers. I can feel his cock jump as I reach the tips and trace it back to the base.
I haven’t sucked a cock in many years and barely can remember doing it when I was younger. I desperately want it in my mouth and can feel my mouth water as I think about it. My own cock is rock hard and causing a tent of the covers on-top of me. I give in, I gentle pull his cock out of the boxers and crawl out from under the covers. I crouch on my knees next to him as I turn my head to watch his facial expressions with the flashes light from the TV. I slowly take is cock in my now dripping wet mouth. He closes his eyes and I concentrate on not letting my teeth touch. He brushes my hair away from my face every-so-often. It was rough, I could tell I was doing a terrible job. Dave jumped in pain a few times when my jaw got tired and teeth slide against his cock. It seemed like an hour passed and I was exhausted but determined. I took a long break and told the man that had abducted me, I was sorry I was a bad cocksucker. What was wrong with me. I couldn’t believe the words that came out of my mouth. “Is there something else you wanted to try?” he asked almost timidly.
“I’ve never really done anything else before, what do you want?” I ask, knowing what he wants but, trying to avoid it. “We could try to just put the head in, if you want? I have some lube and will go real slow.” Said in a soft tone. I pause, running everything through my head, trying to find another solution but, my body wants to make this man cum too. I don’t respond and crawl in front of him, putting myself in the doggy position. I could hear Dave open a drawer and fumble with his boxers. I was trembling when he suddenly grabbed my hips. When I felt him grab me though, it seems to reassure me. I didn’t feel so vulnerable. I could feel his hand rub my ass and then trace the bottom hem of the satin shorts. He pulled the material to the side, the leg holes left plenty of room for this since they were a little big. I reached down to hold them in place and could feel the pool of pre-cum I had made in them. Dave slowly lined himself up and started to press against me. Almost instantly I could feel my cock, which was a raging, leaking, hard-on moments again; now, start to shrivel up. Dave gentle starts applying pressure and I whimper and grip the covers in discomfort. With a sudden relief of pressure, I feel full and Dave is halfway in. He slowly started to move back and forth as I start to become more adjusted to this feeling. There isn’t pain anymore, a little discomfort at my hole but, as he slides in more and more, the sensation numbs it.
After a few minutes of slowly sliding more and more of his cock into me, Dave’s balls tap mine and I feel his body press against my ass. A sign of relief comes out of me, knowing I’ve taken him all. Dave presses down on my back, pressing my head into the bed and arching my back with my ass still up. I feel him gaining speed and thrusting harder. The next few minutes pass in a blur. With a final thrust, I feel his cock pulse what I image to be a huge load of cum in me. I almost cry, knowing this might be the closest I ever come girl. Dave lays back and gets under the covers, motioning for me to climb in next to him. I do, the warmth of his body felt comforting, especially when he wrapped me in his arms and covers. A thought ran through my head that he is for sure to fall asleep in a few minutes and then I could make an escape. I close my eyes, waiting on him to fall asleep.
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