The old Holden Ute rumbled uncomfortably beneath me, causing my knees to hurt. My knees had never been sore in a car before but then again, I have never been in that position before. Kane was urging me on. He was mainly focused on driving but sometimes he took a hand off of the steering wheel and pushing my head down a little so that my mouth would slide further down his thick cock.
We were both virtually naked. Our shorts and underwear lay discarded on the floor by the passenger-side seat. I had a tee-shirt on but of course, Kane was topless. Although I was uncomfortable, and I had been leaning over his lap for around ten minutes, working his dick and balls, I was having the time of my life.
I knew we had around half-an-hour before we arrived in Nelson Bay and we weren't pressed for time. The roads were all but abandoned and if a car did appear from the opposite direction, I would merely drop my body completely and hide until they had passed. Every time I did this, I sent Kane crazy with my tongue moving across his balls and gently licking his knob. I even reached around to his arsehole a couple of times. Kane could have cum several times over but every time he was brought to the edge, he pulled my head away and told me to hang on for a few moments.
I cannot believe how cock hungry I was. I love dick, don't get me wrong, but I wouldn't have thought that I could happily suck one for ten to fifteen minutes straight without getting a little over it. Indeed, I could have kept sucking him for the rest of the journey if Kane didn't have other ideas.
Without warning, the Ute slowed and Kane pulled off the road to a little clearing by some dense bushland. I was caught completely by surprise as Kane gestured for me to sit up and rest my arse on his rod. We faced each other with our breaths colliding between our close lips. I considered kissing him for a moment but thought better of it. Kane was in control here; I would do anything he wanted.
I thought he was just going to hump me, as he had done several times before but this time, Kane must have thrown caution to the wind. His dick was so wet with my saliva that it easily slid into my hole. I clenched myself over his dick as I began to bounce up and down, guided by his large hands on my arse.
Again, I could have done this for hours. Kane must have been closer than I realised though. Without warning, he jumped up and laid me down on my back across the seats. With him on top of me, and my legs spread in the air, he thrust with the intensity of a wild animal before he moaned loudly and shot his load into me.
There must have been a lot because the cum started leaking out of my arse straight away. Panting and sweating, Kane pulled out and helped me sit up. I felt embarrassed being both naked and having cum leak out off my hole onto his car seats. He wasn't put off though, instead, he leant over, grabbed my hard cock and started to wank it furiously.
For a minute or so, his hand flew up and down, moving my foreskin back and forth. It felt good but what sent me over the edge was when Kane leaned over further and stuck his finger into my cum-lubed arse. This sent my own cum flying into the air and landing on the dashboard, window and carpet around us. Kane didn't mind though, he simply tapped my thigh in a masculine gesture and began to clean himself off with a towel he found behind the seat.
When we were once again presentable and on the road, Kane, as usual, pretended that nothing at all had happened. He instead talked about how hard work was at the moment and suggested that if I wasn't happy at the car yard, he could surely get me some work. Although, I couldn't see myself really working on construction sites. It was what followed that shocked me a little.
'The lads at work would love to have someone like you on site.' he said, lighting up a cigarette.
'Yeah, and why's that?' was my perplexed response.
'Well sometimes we go away for work, you know up north.'
'You mean to Queensland?' I asked, still not sure where this was going.
'Well yeah, in one of the mines or something. Its usually in the middle of nowhere. Anyways, the lads were saying last time that there should be bloke on the site to take their loads. You know, because there are no chicks.'
Kane was speaking so casually but it seemed like a wild conversation to me.
'Surely they were joking.' I laughed.
Kane shrugged, 'Dunno, there's a lot of wanking and sex talk there. I reakon if everyone had a few drinks...'
I didn't really know what to say so I gave a false laugh. Inside however, I felt a weight drop into the pit of my stomach. This certainly didn't help with my current mental health plan of 'convincing myself that I am not a fucking slut'.
As the seconds ticked by, I thought about what I could say. "No fucking way"? 'Go fuck yourself"? Perhaps, "Why can't you do it you closeted gay fucker"?
Instead, instinctively perhaps, I said, 'I'll let you know.' I then turned to face the window and became much quieter during the remainder of the trip, trying not the think of Reece who was due back from his camping trip and would be going out with me that weekend. Probably fucking the arsehole that was currently full of another guys seed.
***
'Noah, I'm not going to say it again. Get up now or you'll be late!' my mums voice shouted up the stairs from the kitchen below.
But I ignored her, instead I lay in the warmth and relative safety of the covers. I had woken up that morning, yelping from a nightmare involving a twisted dark haired man who raped me and then bashed me up.
I had missed school the last couple of days and as a result, hadn't seen Ben since the camping trip. My heart hadn't stopped beating out of its chest since I had woken up and a hollow pit in my stomach had given me a new and unpleasant feeling that I despised. Was it shame or guilt or simple fear? I didn't know, I wasn't used to analysing my feelings.
Corey was the only person I had ever known who could tell me in simple terms; what I was feeling and why. In a lot of ways, he seemed to know me better than I knew myself. I didn't know how much I had come to rely on him for those few months that he was prominent in my life, until he was gone.
The sound of my mum stomping up the stairs gave me a wave of panic. Whatever she said, she couldn't make me go to school. I'm eighteen after all.
'Get up and get dressed.' She screeched, barging into the room and walking over to my wardrobe.
As she pulled out some grey school shorts and a white polo shirt, I said rather weakly, 'I don't want to go today mum.'
'Don't be ridiculous.' She threw the shirt and shorts onto my bed and proceeded to find some underwear and socks in my dresser, 'You've missed too much school this year Noah. Its your last year and your father and I want you to do well. Now get up.'
She found my socks and some green undies just as I said, 'I don't want to go and you can't make me.'
The argument that followed this was unpleasant. We started to yell at each other before she called my dad in and walked off hysterically. He spoke in a calmer voice but when I refused, he pulled the blankets off of me, revealing my naked body. I tried to get up but he pulled me down, turned me over on his knee and spanked me hard several times on my bare arse.
'If you're going to act like a child then I'll treat you like one, now put these on.' He flung my uniform at me which I caught and pulled on furiously, tears actually leaking in the corner of my eyes. Dad continued, 'If you want to live under this roof you need to do right by us. We expect you to go to school and finish Year 12, if you don't, then you can find a job and move out like your friend Corey. We shouldn't have to carry on like this.'