It was a cold and damp January night and my breath was freezing as I stumbled through the somewhat familiar forest of southern Kentucky. The night had gone sideways earlier in a situation that involved a firearm, a small amount of an illegal substance, a redneck cop and another redneck, me, who wasn't in the mood to play and one thing led to another and here I am on the run. I still had the firearm and had reluctantly dumped the substance, still retaining a joint but the silver lining is that I was on foot, the cop didn't know me and I was wearing a ski mask and a hoodie due to the cold and he hadn't seen my ID so I knocked him on his ass and ran. He fell and twisted his ankle and wasn't able to give chase and I'm very familiar with the local terrain and was able to circle back to throw them off if it turned into a manhunt. There were a lot of cabins spread throughout this part of the Great Smokies and many are unoccupied and used as hunting or vacation cabins.
I walked up a winding dirt road to an A frame that was tucked away a good distance from the road. I knew this place from previous visits to the area and had never seen anyone here and knew it would be a great place to lay low for at least a day. I stayed in the treeline listening for vehicles or sirens behind me and looking for signs of life. No vehicles were present and it was dark and quiet so I eased around the back and up on the porch and quietly tried the door, thinking there was no way the freaking door would be unlocked but the knob turned and the door opened!
I softly walked through the door and into the kitchen and quietly closed and locked the door behind me. I waited for a moment to let my eyes adjust and I was surprised and alarmed to hear some soft contemporary jazz coming form the living room and cursed softly under my breath. "It figures" I thought to myself, this was the way the entire evening had been. I almost turned and exited but decided to see if it was someone, sometimes people leave the TV or the music on, just to give the appearance that someone is there, plus the temperature had really dropped outside and was beginning to snow.
I quietly walked to the door leading to the living room and steeped through, peeking around the corner and was greeted by an unexpected sight. There was a young pale skinned boy, maybe 19 or 20, on the couch, completely naked and looked like he had been to a manscaping salon for an all over Brazil wax because he was smooth as a baby's bottom all over and had long blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail and was on his knees pushing a well lubricated dildo up his ass and slowly stroking himself. I was frozen, transfixed by this amazing sight. He appeared as though he were trying to look feminine and was succeeding. He turned in my direction and I could see pink lipstick and some eye shadow and that's when he saw me. He gasped and stood up and I could clearly see his dick, which had been proudly erect but went soft as the dildo clattered noisily to the floor.