Home - Introduction

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This chapter will include pretty much no mention of BDSM, but I am including it under the BDSM category because that is definitely where the story will lead and I want to keep all entries under the same umbrella.

This is a proof of concept: so, if people like it I will continue, if not I will stop. I'm not quite confident in my capabilities as an erotic author, so this story is to work out the kinks (har har). Thank you.

Also -- pathetic that I have to include this -- but everyone in this story is 18 years or older.

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The events leading up to my time here are hazy at best; yet one thing is blindingly clear: I won't be leaving Home any time soon.

Chapter 1 -- When Do I Start?

I had been drifting about so long, I'm honestly not even sure where I ended up. In the beginning I just started walking around, and it turned into a journey of self-discovery. In what I now deem my 'past life', one mistake lead to another and I wound up owing the wrong people the wrong things; so, I had no choice but to leave my life behind and venture forth to find a fresh start.

Beginning my journey in a rural town just outside of Austin - where the most eventful thing to take place was a backyard rodeo once a month - I had now walked to and from each coast and each border. I had seen the ocean in Maine, the snows in Minnesota, the deserts of Nevada, and the marshes of Florida; when I began to feel my body wear from age and mileage, I was finally ready to stop. I came across a small farm town and decided to take root, where perhaps I could actually live the life of a decent man.

When I arrived in this town, everyone immediately saw me - as if by some omnipotent presence I was assigned a mark that informed every one of my shady past. At least, that's sure how it felt; I'm sure my unkempt appearance and running from some dark secrets helped magnify and warp the stares of those who watched me.

After a few hours I was able to convince a kind, elderly woman on the edge of town that I was merely in need of a shower and shave, that I meant no one any harm. She took me in, and for about a week fed and clothed me while I stayed in her detached guest house. It was nothing fancy, but a roof over my head, hot water, and toilet paper were really all I could ask for.

Jean, as she introduced herself, seemed to live alone on the outskirts of the town; a small plot of what I assume was once farmland that had been overrun by grass and weeds. It was apparent she didn't have much strength left, she had to be about 90, so she agreed to let me stay on her land as long as I helped her with chores. In no position to argue about a housing situation, I quickly accepted and began immediately helping her with some much needed cleaning.

As time passed I found that she survived out there all alone because various individuals from town would bring her supplies and fresh food; it was endearing to see a town treat its elderly with respect and kindness. I never once saw them ask for anything in return, they simply handed her the provisions and went on their way back to town; each eyeing me heavily during their brief visit.

I explained to her that I appreciated all she was doing for me, but I simply wanted to find a job in the area and be on my way. I told her for her kindness I would still help her around her land, but I felt the need to be a part of the town, that a solitary life just wasn't for me. Yet, she was constantly coming up with reasons for me to stay in and not look for work; chores she needed help with here and errands she needed ran there: it was honestly getting to be a little uncomfortable.

The first few days of this we didn't speak much - our conversations went as deep as what brand soap she wanted from the local grocer; it was like she was intentionally keeping her distance from me, which didn't make too much sense as she was straining to find any and all work to keep me around. As she was gathering items for another errand in town, I noticed many pictures around the home of what I assumed to be her husband and children, and decided to push my luck at a legitimate connection.

"Are these pictures of your family?" I called out from the hallway as she rummaged in the closet a few rooms away.

"Don't ask questions in which someone cannot answer; as I cannot see what pictures you are talking about, I cannot really answer that can I?" I honestly didn't think, given our limited interaction thus far, she was so snarky.

"The photos in the hallway: an older looking man with a couple of young boys."

"Yes, that's my family. They passed away some time ago; my husband, Mark, died of a heart attack and my boys...well, they were foolish."

There was a slight break in her voice as she mentioned the boys, so I decided to side-step that mine field and move on to some of the other photos. "What about this one?" a picture of her wearing a drab, floor length dress standing outside of what looked to be a large church caught my attention, "Is this a church near here? It's pretty large for such a small town."

"Yes, I used to lead services there long ago. Honestly, I had forgotten the picture was still hanging there; could you take it down for me? Just place it on the dresser there."

I thought it odd that she'd want it taken down, it looked to have been there for decades, but I did as she asked. While lifting the frame from the wall I noticed the very ornate necklace around her neck in the photo; it stood out like a sore thumb against the plain, and honestly dingy dress she was wearing. I placed the frame on the dresser and as I began turning toward the other wall halted as I noticed a drawer in the dresser was hanging out slightly. So much dust had gathered on the metal handle over the years that I could actually make out fingers; it was obviously opened recently.

I pulled open the drawer and two pictures, no frames, were inside. The first was a black and white photo from about the 1940's of a handful of young girls, all dressed in the same uniform, standing outside with a forest in the background. A caption underneath read '

The girls' first day of education.

' The photo was a little blurry, yet one of the girls looked like a young Jean. I must say, time had done its work with her because she was stunning as a teen, it was hard to believe such a beauty had become the frail skin and bones I met. I shook my head as I placed the photo back in the drawer and flipped over the second.

She snatched the photo from my hand, tossed it into the drawer and slammed it shut so quick I thought it might have been someone else. "Who said you could rummage through my belongings? Hmm?" She shoved a bag of clothes into my arms and shooed me down the hall and toward the door. "Take these clothes to the post office, Justine fixes them up for the young'uns. Go on, before I have to teach you a lesson in manners. And hurry back, supper will be prepared in a few hours."

I felt the wind of the screen door as she swiftly closed it behind me, barely out of the way; it was clear I struck some nerve. It wasn't until I was ten minutes into my walk to town that my brain finally had time to process the moments before she all but shoved me out of the house. That photo she snatched; I only caught a glimpse of it, and it was fairly dark, but it looked like two men, with bags on their heads, kneeling. As I walked I tried my best to recall more of the photo, yet just as details started to clear I reached the post office.

Justine, a moderately dressed, middle-aged woman sitting at the counter was apparently the only employee of the post office and took sharp notice as I walked in with the bag over my shoulder. "Can I help you?"

"Jean asked me to drop off these clothes."

She looked at me crooked for a second, like she was confused.

"Jean, the old lady who lives on the edge of town." I made a motion with my arms as if to signal the direction and sheer distance of her house. "She said you fix up old clothes for the children in town."

"I see." She looked me up and down, clearly looking for something, "Just place the bag in the bin and I'll do what I can."

I looked around for where she might be talking about, but the only thing I saw was what appeared to be a trash can, "Do you mean here? I don't think she wanted to throw them away."

"Just put them there and be on your way, stranger." She motioned her hand to the door.

I placed the bag in the can and made my way back out and to Jean's house. The sun was beginning to set, so with about an hour's walk ahead of me I decided to jog. It's funny how physical exertion can limit your ability to think; I tried the whole time to remember details of the photo again, but I found it harder to imagine the picture. There had to be a reason she didn't want me to see it...I guess I'm not the only one with skeletons in my closet.

Eventually, I arrived at the house to find her walking out the front door to the porch, waiting on me. "Supper's ready. Go on and get washed up, I'll set the table." She seemed a little peeved, she had to be upset about what happened earlier on. I went to the bathroom to catch my breath and wash my hands and face. As I stared into the mirror at my reflection, I began thinking about the things I was running from, and the kinds of reactions I might have if someone found out. I must have spaced out because what seemed like only moment later she was banging on the door, "You going waste all my water? Hurry up before the food gets colder."

"Yeah, sorry. I was just trying to get all the dirty from my nails, I'll be right out." I quickly dried up and went to take my place at the table. "Thanks for the food, and hey, I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to invade your space; I was just a little curious is all. Not easy being in a situation this new, thought I might try to find something that could help me break the ice between us."

"That's fine, but next time ask before you go through my things, okay?"

"Yeah, sorry."

The rest of the meal was quiet, as it had been, ending with me washing the dishes and her retiring to her bedroom. As I began to leave the main house I stopped at the front door and glanced back at the hallway: the dresser and a handful of photos were gone. While the dresser wasn't that large, it was made of solid wood; could this little old woman really have moved it? I stared down the hallway to her bedroom door for a moment; there was nothing but silence. I headed out and closed the door behind me.

The next morning, before she had awoke to start her day, I snuck out and decided to really get into my job search. Surprisingly, it didn't take long before I overheard the management at a local diner talking about how a nearby school was in need of a new groundskeeper. They advised me that it was pretty far from the town, so most locals didn't want to work with such a commute. I, in turn, explained that having no real place to stay I wasn't too worried about a commute, and the school's address was mine. I set out down the road right away; I didn't want anyone to swoop in and take the job, so I kept a hurried pace.

Man, they were right, it was probably about twenty miles outside of town, and with everyone using bikes to get around it would have been a hefty commute. The whole way, staring out through the trees, I thought about how far I had come and what my future would hold. I also couldn't stop thinking about how I left Jean so quickly, I actually felt pretty bad. She needed a lot of work done around that land, but I thought to myself that I would get back to see her, and apologize for my rude departure. Before I knew it, I had arrived at the school: funny how twenty miles means little when you've walked thousands.

The estate was tucked away within a forest, opening into a vast clearing where the manor sat: a sprawling garden in the front, complete with fountains and pathways leading to and from the buildings surrounding the three-story, 25,000 square foot main building. I never would have imagined such an astonishing plot of land hidden away within the dense forest I had been walking through.

I approached slowly, carefully...as if I were going to possibly scare the occupants away like deer. I knew the thought was absurd, but I really didn't want to mess this up. As I neared the main entrance a bell rang out, and moments later students began flooding from the buildings; they all seemed to rush off to different buildings, hardly any of them noticing me. As I continued on into the building I slowly came to a realization: every student that passed me was female.

Was this an all-girl school? Was I making a mistake; would they even hire a man? Most importantly, if I were hired, how would I ever be able to concentrate with so many teenagers in skirts prancing about? I honestly couldn't help but gawk as I was in a sea of young, taut girls who all seemed to sway about as they chittered off to their destinations. I noticed a group had stopped to take a seat in the garden: three took a seat on a bench while two remained standing in front of them, their back toward me. One of the girls, who had to be 120 pounds at 5'6", caught my eyes and they could not let go. I traced up and down her legs...perfectly tanned, smooth and apparently as soft as silk, and then it happened: when a girl seated on the bench pulled a notepad from her bag a pencil slid out and to the ground. The object of my ceaseless gaze then bent over to grab the pencil, revealing that underneath her plaid, and seemingly innocent skirt, lay a perfectly smooth and bare pussy. My knees buckled and my heart raced as I stared unknowingly as hard as possible.

"Yeah, she can be a bit of a tease." A voice from behind me snapped me back into place as I quickly turned to see who was speaking, praying to god that they didn't know exactly how long I had been watching and would believe I was noticing in disgust and not pleasure. My gaze dropped to the young girl standing before me: she had to be 5'2", an easy 110 pounds. Her slender frame perfectly balanced her waist and b-cup chest; the dimming sunlight from behind me caught her smooth, fair skin perfectly as her hazel eyes sparkled and danced just beneath the dark bangs that hung over her forehead. "Every time someone from the outside shows up she manages to appear for a show."

I glanced back to see the girls from the bench giggling to each other as the swiftly departed for a separate building. My eyes went instinctually back to her legs when suddenly I felt a pressure on my crotch and my attention snapped back to the girl before me. She was gripping at my impossibly erect dick, straining to break from its binding cloth cage, "It seems like you enjoyed the show."

"Look, I'm sorry. I just noticed her bending over and it surprised me. I should have looked away but I couldn't, it was just so shocking." I tried my best to quickly explain my way out of the situation, as I slowly came to the realization that she wasn't acting like she was going to turn me in, she was intrigued. I backed away and tried my best to shift my dick into a less obvious position, "I was just looking for an administration office."

"Sure..." she said as she reached out and grabbed me by the belt, her fingers grazing the head of my dick as it was now tucked up into my waist band, "...but I think you'll need to stop by the bathroom first. I'll show you the way." She tugged on my belt and led me around a few corners to the men's room. I glanced nervously around to see if anyone saw the incident, but it appeared that everyone had already left the building. She walked into the bathroom, with me in tow, and nudged me into one of four stalls. She locked the door behind her and quickly spun around to unfasten my belt.

"Hey, I don't want to get into any trouble." I grabbed her hands to stop them from completing their task, "You're very cute and all, and under any other circumstance I would be honored to do this with you, but I'm trying to get a job here and I don't want anyone to find out that I had sex with a student."

She looked up at me with a smirk, a flare in her eyes like I said something of note, "No one cares what happens in these bathrooms, so quit being a baby and give me that cock." She broke from my grasp as she yanked my pants and underwear down in one stroke; a swish and the clang of my belt buckle as it landed between my feet was all I heard. My dick swayed in the air, still aiming skyward and jumping with every heartbeat. "Not bad, what are you, six inches?" Before I could answer, before I could even think, she was on her knees with her lips around my member. My head fell back as she engulfed me entirely and proceeded with the skill of women well beyond her age: her tongue swirled around, whipping out to caress my balls each time she took it to the base, she squirmed around with her nose pressed firmly into my stomach and she tightened and rotated her throat. This girl seriously gave me the best blowjob I have ever even heard of.

I was so lost in ecstasy that I hadn't even noticed the door of one of the other stalls open. It wasn't until I heard a voice that I came back to reality, "Now get back to work, I'm done here." The voice was female and caused a bolt of lightning to shoot down my spine; my eyes quickly darted to the door of my stall, as if to peer through and see who it was. Then came a man's voice, "Yes, ma'am." Paired with the shuffling of feet and the restroom door open and close. The entire time I was so caught up in trying to figure out if these people knew I was in here, I didn't even realize that the girl working my dick hadn't even flinched; slurping and sucking away like nothing was even going on.

"Wait, someone's here." I whispered to her as I attempted to slow her down by placing my hand on the side of her head, but she could not be deterred. I tried bending my knees to pull out of her mouth but she grabbed my balls with one hand and pushed at my hips with the other; the pressure which she applied to my testicles weakened me enough that she easily pinned me to the wall. I stood there, unable to resist as she worked me over.

Then, I noticed someone standing at the door; feet barely visible through the bottom of the door, "Stacy, is that you in there?" The girl on the other side of the door spoke out, the stern voice from before gone and now seemed tender.

"Mmhmm", the girl with my dick in her mouth, apparently Stacy, loudly moaned to answer the question.

"What have you got in there? I still have time to kill." The voice was almost pleading. Suddenly, I felt a rush of cool air over my soaked dick; Stacy had pulled away just long enough to unlock the door and pull it open. I went to place my hands over myself but she gripped back down on my balls and pulled, rendering me paralyzed. The figure from behind the door peered in and looked to Stacy, face and blouse smeared with saliva and my own precum. "Oh, is this a new one?"

"Yeah. Found him in the garden, want to join?" My attention moved from the pressure on my balls to the words flowing from this beautiful young girl on the floor before me. Did she offer me up like I was a toy?

"Sure, we still have some time!" The new girl stepped into the stall and locked it behind her. I only caught a glimpse of her body before she dropped to her knees alongside Stacy and began making out with her in front of me. They were both fair skinned, but her red curly hair contrasted Stacy's dark straight hair really well. Her bust was smaller than Stacy's, but at this point I really wasn't about to argue any points of bust size. After a few moments of passionate kissing, she gripped at the base of me and began stroking; Stacy began rubbing my balls within her hand: and once again I was lost in the bliss. They began taking turns with my cock like it was a lollipop to be shared, occasionally dropping down to lick my balls. The new girl wasn't as skilled as Stacy, but again, I wasn't going to argue at this point; I was so lost in pleasure...it was hard to tell where one mouth stopped and another began.