Subject: Filling Station – Part 2 Part 2 This is a work of fiction by Jessie Lawson. Please consider donating to Nifty. Everything you read here is made possible by the hard work of the archivist and the generosity of readers. You can contribute at fty. Comments are welcome. You can email ail Jack’s cock smelled like boy pussy and cum, and in the summer heat, the smell was so intense that he had to roll the windows down to freshen the truck cab. He felt satisfied. It was about time he’d gotten to use a boy again. He let himself linger on the fact that he’d fucked the kid even though the kid hadn’t mentioned any interest in that when they were texting. Jack fucked him anyway. He was lucky it wasn’t a mess — the boy had came unprepared. But that’s the magic of boy cunt, Jack thought, it was almost always ready for a good fucking. It was only one of a handful of kid cherries he’d had as an adult, and he kept fixated on it. He hadn’t been so forceful before. Usually all his kid lovers were eager and required little convincing. Pete hadn’t really needed much, but he sure did put up a fight. Jack wondered about Pete’s phone and the gay apps he’d talked about. Maybe that’s where all the guys who’d previously called him had gone off to. Jack opened a fresh pack of tobacco, pulled off a chew, and decided to go get himself a new phone. He drove back to where he’d picked up his second secret phone and purchased a smart phone. He immediately searched gay apps and downloaded a few. He sat in his truck in the parking lot and set up a profile. He didn’t fill out much. Just his anadolu yakası escort rough height and weight. No picture. No age. And then he saw the guys close to him. 20-somethings mostly — the phone store was in a college town. When he figured out the app was based on location, Jack decided that he would drive back out to the sticks where he’d picked up little Pete. He did so a few days later. And sure enough, there was a blank profile nearby which he assumed to be Pete. He saved the profile and drove home. Jack wasn’t an insatiable guy who could never have his needs met, so he didn’t message Pete right away. He waited until he needed boy pussy again. He would occasionally watch Pete’s profile to see if his distance changed. Occasionally, it would be a few extra miles away during school hours, and Jack imagined Pete much be checking out the apps at school. Fucking horny kid. But a couple of weeks after finding and watching his profile, Jack saw that Pete was an unusual distance at about 3:30PM. He decided to text him and see if he was getting his needs met elsewhere. He had a plan to punish him if he was — even if he hadn’t told the boy not to. “You free?” Jack asked. “I can’t today, Mister,” Pete responded. “What’s up?” Jack pried. “I’m home from school, but my mom didn’t have work today. She’s already home,” Pete lied. “Okay. Let me know if you’re free soon. Delete this. And delete my number again.” Jack drove down to where he’d picked Pete up on the country gravel road. He drove down the road out of sight of ankara anal escort where he’d dropped the boy off. He opened the app and turned off his location. He saw that Pete’s profile was showing as nearby and that someone else had been nearby recently too. Some guy with his photo and info posted. 35, not too bad looking. “Looks like Pete’s found another John,” Jack thought to himself. He waited in his truck pulled off from the road, his windows rolled down. At about 4:50, he heard a car pull up in the distance at the end of the gravel road. In a few minutes, he caught sight of Pete walking back to his house which must’ve been a mile or two down the road. Jack got out of his truck. “Not free because you had another trick?” Jack asked, marching briskly to the boy. Pete looked up. He’d been watching his feet as he walked down the road. His eyes widened, and he turned as white as a sheet. Pete turned to run towards the woods, but Jack caught him no more than a couple of feet into the woods. “You never texted, and I was horny! I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to see other folks,” Pete tried to explain as Jack turned him around and held him by the shoulders. “Shut up, f*ggot!” Jack yelled. Jack reached into the boy’s shorts and pressed a finger into his pussy. He’d been fucked. It was soaked. “Fucking slut!” Jack said, smearing the wetness of his finger on the boy’s face. “I’m sorry, Mister. I didn’t have your number, and I didn’t know if you wanted to meet again.” Pete looked dismayed. “Well I was, but I’m not into seconds,” Jack ankara anal yapan escort said with disgust. “I won’t do it again, and I’ll clean up good. The guy said I was really tight, so I know I’ll be fresh again for you,” Pete pleaded. “No, thanks.” “Please! He wasn’t as good. Please! I’ll do anything!” “Well I gotta let you get back tight again anyway, so it’d be a while. And you still have to make this up to me.” “How, though?” “I bet you got friends as tight as you, right?” “I don’t really have any friends,” Pete admitted. “Well I want you to get me a virgin pussy just like yours was, and if you do and if you don’t let other assholes in your cunt, I’ll keep using you for a while.” “Who, though?” “Who do you know?” Pete didn’t know anyone. He looked at Jack with desperate silence. “They don’t have to want it. They just have to be horny, and I can work from there,” Jack assured him. Jack felt a new confidence in getting whatever he wanted from horny boys after he’d convinced Pete to let him fuck him on a whim. “I mean my brother’s always beating off.” “Perfect! He your older brother?” “No he’s 9,” Pete said, realizing he was about to turn his brother over to a monster just so he had a chance to get fucked again by this guy again. “Let’s go get him,” Jack said flatly. “My mom will be home in thirty minutes.” “Let me see your phone.” The boy handed Jack his phone. “Looks like you didn’t delete my text like I said,” Jack glared at the boy. “I was going to, but…” Pete started but his excuse was interrupted by Jack’s hand across his face. Jack deleted the text and his number. “When are you both home from school tomorrow?” “At like 3:20.” “I’ll be at the end of the gravel road at 3:30. Bring your kid brother, and I’ll meet you there.” “Yes, sir,” Pete said. Jack nodded and headed back to his truck. “Nine,” he thought. “That’ll be the tightest thing I’ve ever used.”