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2011 - Summer - Walk on the Wild Side Entry

Stetson Boy - 1. Stetson Boy

 

I’d like to tell you, if I may about an old legend.

His name was something that no one knew. No one even knew what he looked like. They looked at him. And then they forgot.

There is a whole community out there. Each of us saw him and spent a night with him. I looked him up and every person said different things about him. Everyone had the same experience that I went through and no one ever met him again. No one ever saw that beauty again.

The night after the point, I went around to the area that he took me to. There was nothing there. It was just a blank field with fencing around it.

But there was something there… There had to be something.

On the night it all happened, I saw him and he saw me. Then, at the point of parting, he was gone.

No recollection. Only the memory of being with someone special.

I remember it.

That night.

It was dark as it usually was. I was walking along a long road home from my friends. We always liked to play Xbox till the early hours. Yes I am a geek.

He drove past me a few times. Going one way on the highway and then coming back and repeating his actions. After a few times of beating around the bush, he just stopped in front of me.

I can’t remember his image. All I remember was the Stetson…

‘You from around these parts? You seem lost’

‘I live just up the road.’

‘I’ll give you a lift up there. Save you walking in the dark’

I got on the back of his motorbike.

I never listened to parents.

‘Never speak to strangers. You never know about them.’

If I had listened I wouldn’t have got on that motorbike.

He started to drive and I held on for dear life. I felt the leather brushing against my skin.

Then I saw my street pass by.

The streetlights were disappearing. Going out one by one.

I was starting to become scared.

He turned into the road next to mine and went around the block. I then felt his hat blow off in the wind and then I saw his bright ginger hair fly into my face. It was so long so no wonder he wore a hat, to keep it under control.

We drove past my house and he slowly braked. I started to calm down.

But then he put his foot on the accelerator and zoomed off into the distance.

‘Don’t move. You are coming with me.’

If I flung myself off the motorbike I would have been in danger. I could have broken my collar bone or worse.

So I stayed on the motorbike for my own safety. At least I thought I was safe.

I ran my arms round his leather coat and moved it round and held onto his stomach which felt like a tight set of muscles and skin tight shirt showed it so delicately…

He drove us to his house. He jumped off of the bike and took me inside. I was quite scared. I got into the house and it was crowded with books, CD’s, used underwear and condoms. As soon as I saw that sight, I knew what was going to happen.

I was so afraid. I could smell the lavender and then the stench of the bed. It was sickening.

I was afraid to look anywhere else. I saw him standing in his kitchen. He had removed his jacket and hung it up. He came into the living area and looked at me and placed his thumbs in the belt buckle.

‘So we gonna do this or what?’

‘Look, I’m not some shirt lifter…’

‘You don’t have to be.’ He winked at me and grabbed a bottle of water from the side and spilt it over himself. He had made his defined features even more defined.

I wasn’t gay. I really wasn’t but something happened that night. Something strange. I felt attracted to his perfection…

‘Come over here and peel it off of me.’ He held his arms out wide, ready for me

I did as instructed; I slowly started to remove his shirt, showing the lightest trail of hair down to where I shouldn’t have been looking. I was feeling something happening inside of me, it felt right.

I was disgusted by the environment but at this moment, it felt right…

‘Go on then. Do things to me. You only get one chance.’

I touched his perfectly toned stomach and then looked at his leather pants and I ran my finger along the waistband of his trousers, feeling his hot skin, yearning for my touch. I felt his grab hold of my butt and I moaned a little.

I impulsively kissed him. I couldn’t help but it felt natural.

I had a girlfriend.

But just one night can’t hurt can it? One night of pleasure for a lifetime of pain…

We began to kiss passionately and we ended up shirtless cuddling on his disgusting mattress.

‘I need to tell you something’ he said to me.

‘What?’

‘I do this a lot.’

‘What do you do?’

‘Bring boys back here.’

‘I kind of guessed that by what’s laying on your floor.’

‘Well, usually I do things to them. Usually I dominate them but it didn’t feel right to do it someone so attractive.’

‘Why?’

‘Because you have the beauty of an innocent little school boy and I like that. I didn’t want to dominate you. I was going to rape you. I was going to take you like I’ve taken so many others.’

‘So why didn’t you.’ I stroked his bright hair.

‘You were too innocent for me and that’s why I’m going to let you do what I was going to do, to me’

‘I already told you, I’m not gay.’

‘But anyone can be converted. Even if just for one night. Give me this one night to be dominated’

I did it for him. I pleasured him and he pleasured me. It was passionate. Even more passionate than anything I’d ever had with my girl. I’d had lots of sex but nothing compared to that night. I remember just being entwined with his body, his perfect frame leading to a luscious area that I explored in such great detail.

His beauty was nothing to be compared.

And then we were finished and I was amazed.

‘Thank you. Wow. You are good.’ He said to me, almost breathless.

I gave him my thanks back. It was most definitely a walk on the wild side of life.

We finished up and he dressed me and I dressed him. A childish ritual but it felt so right.

I got on the back of his motorcycle, his trousers riding up against my front. I noticed I sat much closer to him that I had ever been before. Apart from when were together in his room.

He drove up my road, I was so late, and it was nearly 5am.

‘Thank you so much. Any chance we can see each other again.’ I said to him.

‘I’ll be around.’ He gave another cheeky wink, as he did towards the start of the evening. ‘You’ll see me when you least expect it.’

And with that, I got off of the motorbike and looked at my house. Remember the passion that I felt, the feelings that we shared. I was in absolute pleasure.

Then I turned around and he was gone. Not even a speck of a motorbike in the distance or anywhere that I could see.

I felt the memories fading that night of perfection…

That was the night I was truly happy.

And then, without a trace, I forgot everything.

Except his Stetson…


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Thanks to Lugh and Frostina for helping to get this idea together.
Copyright © 2011 Johnathan Colourfield; All Rights Reserved.
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The Stetson is the ghost of a cowboy (for the Stetson) who use now a bike and not a horse to be more modern and who only want to have sex lol!

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@Johnathan Colourfield

This is a very intriguing short story that had me thinking the Stetson boy was more like a demon. It did remind me of an old song, Ghost Riders in the Sky.  For those not familiar with it I submit this for the curious. There are many, many versions and singers who have hit the charts many times over the last 80 years from Sons of the Pioneers to The Outlaws.  The words are what I was hearing in my head as I read this short story.  Hope you like it>

 

 

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