{"id":3122,"date":"2018-12-16T13:03:29","date_gmt":"2018-12-16T18:03:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.beydeckard.com\/blog\/?p=3122"},"modified":"2022-07-23T10:52:50","modified_gmt":"2022-07-23T14:52:50","slug":"the-wanderer-part-five","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-five\/","title":{"rendered":"The Wanderer &#8211; Part Five"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>Author\u2019s Note:<br>This is an unedited, ongoing serial that will  eventually be published in novel form. Plot\/characters\/elements are  subject to change as it is being written. It\u2019s currently in 1st  person\/present tense, but I may change it to past tense, excluding the first chapter which will act as an intro. <strong>Read at your own discretion and take note of story tags below<\/strong>.<\/em><br><br><strong>Genre:<\/strong> Post-Apocalyptic sci-fi <br><strong>Tags: <\/strong>prostitution, graphic sex, large age gap, violence, theft, drug\/alcohol abuse, depression, rape, gang rape, cannibalism, murder, incest, child\/infant death and abuse, general abuse, (more to be added as the story goes)<\/p>\n\n\n<ul id=\"menu-wanderer\" class=\"menu\"><li id=\"menu-item-4605\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4605\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-1\/\">Part One<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4606\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4606\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-two\/\">Part Two<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4607\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4607\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-three\/\">Part Three<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4608\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4608\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-four\/\">Part Four<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4609\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4609\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-five\/\">Part Five<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4610\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4610\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-six\/\">Part Six<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4611\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4611\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-seven\/\">Part Seven<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4612\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4612\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-eight\/\">Part Eight<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4613\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4613\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-nine\/\">Part Nine<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4614\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4614\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-ten\/\">Part Ten<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4615\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4615\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-eleven\/\">Part Eleven<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4616\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4616\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-twelve\/\">Part Twelve<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4617\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4617\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-thirteen\/\">Part Thirteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4618\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4618\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-fourteen\/\">Part Fourteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4619\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4619\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-fifteen\/\">Part Fifteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4620\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4620\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-sixteen\/\">Part Sixteen<\/a><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-css-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p>Tonight we\u2019re staying outside some shithole town with the unfortunate name of Dankle Pits. While Apple\u2019s busy setting up camp, I\u2019m in town working on getting us something to eat. The fella with me has a dick tip like a big mushroom, and right now that mushroom\u2019s buried deep in my guts, popping into my sigmoid like a head through a too-tight turtleneck. I grit my teeth, eyes on the faded graffiti all over the dumpster I\u2019m clinging to, and sigh, wishing the guy would just hurry it up. He\u2019s taking his sweet time, moaning softly when he\u2019s not asking me how I like it. Up to now, I\u2019ve been giving him noncommittal grunts, but the next time he asks my opinion on his fucking, I go for an enthusiastic \u201cOh yeah, feels fucking great.\u201d Turns out all the fella needed was a little encouragement. He groans and bucks into me hard and I wince, waiting for him to finish. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When we first set off weeks ago, Apple and I were taking turns earning our supper, it\u2019s only fair, but the kid\u2019s not really in any shape to work now. It\u2019s been <em>my<\/em> ass paying for grub for the past few days. The guy finally takes his dick out of me and I pull up my pants. You\u2019d think I\u2019d have a hard time finding anyone to pay me, but I guess I\u2019m appealing enough because I always seem to score. The price is right too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I hold out my pad and my new friend presses his thumb to it, transferring enough credits to buy dinner for a few days\u2026 and a little extra. He gives me a big smile. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou be aroun\u2019 tomorrow, big guy?\u201d he asks. He\u2019s about half my age, judging by the state of his teeth, and seems awfully keen. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNot if I can help it.\u201d Apple and I are making a beeline for the port. With any luck, we\u2019ll be able to make enough to get off this rock. I\u2019m done here. I didn\u2019t find my oblivion\u2026 but I\u2019m not really sure what I <em>did<\/em> find. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I walk back through town and find a few food stalls. There\u2019s actual meat in the patties I buy, but I know better than to ask what kind. I also buy a new solar cell for my thermos and some cookies for Apple. Poor kid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>+++<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Apple looks up as I duck into the tent. He looks worse than when I left him\u2014he\u2019s pale and shaking, and the whites of his eyes are webbed red with broken blood vessels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHow was work?\u201d he says with a wan smile. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I snort and toss him one of the patties. \u201cEat.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He stares at the wrapped package for a moment before he opens it. He takes a little nibble and sighs before setting it aside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI know you\u2019ve got no appetite, but you have to keep your strength up. I\u2019m not carrying you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Apple shrugs and wraps his arms around himself, shivering even though it\u2019s hot in here. He\u2019s so skinny I can clearly make out the shape of his skull and his shoulder bones look almost sharp enough to cut through his shirt. \u201cI bought cookies,\u201d I say, hoping to tempt him.<br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He smiles again but he just looks so fucking tired. Without the brothel drug that kept him young, his body is maturing at breakneck speed and it\u2019s tearing him apart. Apple is no longer the cheeky cherub he was just a few short weeks ago\u2014now he\u2019s nearly my height, and his acne-ravaged face is sprouting coarse blond hairs. He sighs again, trembling in pain, and I settle down next to him. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAll right,\u201d I say, relenting. Right away, he slumps over, head in my lap, and I unzip my fly. I feed my limp cock into his open mouth and he begins sucking on it. It\u2019s the only thing that seems to comfort him, like the elixir in my balls is what\u2019s keeping him alive. Already he\u2019s perking up as his hand takes over from mine, jerking my hardening dick as he slurps and nibbles it gently.<br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The boy sure knows how to suck cock, that\u2019s for sure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I pet his ragged curls softly as he works on me and then close my eyes as he brings me quickly past the edge, my cum erupting in a few thick bursts that he swallows down eagerly. I let out a long, contented sigh\u2026 I\u2019m glad I can help him, but to be fair, I\u2019m getting a lot out of it myself. He keeps my cock in his mouth, tonguing the slit as my erection fades, mining for the last few drops. He\u2019ll stay like this all night if I let him. Shaking my head, I grab my meat patty and unwrap it. Have to keep my strength up too\u2014I need fuel for the next time Apple drains my balls which, judging by how my dick is reacting to his sleepy nuzzling, won\u2019t be long from now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>+++<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In Holer\u2019s Port, Apple and I get lucky. He\u2019s starting to regain his strength, so we\u2019re both earning, and tonight we\u2019re servicing a group of stevedores. Apple\u2019s mouth is getting quite a workout and I\u2019m getting to be the fuck<em>er<\/em> rather than the fuck<em>ee<\/em> for once, and I\u2019m actually having a great time. The man I\u2019m ploughing is built like a bull. He\u2019s on his back, calves on my shoulders, and every few thrusts, he grunts out \u201cagain.\u201d That\u2019s my cue to punch him in the dick, which I cheerfully oblige. I hear Apple laugh, something I didn\u2019t realize I missed hearing, and turn to see what\u2019s so funny. He\u2019s sitting on one guy\u2019s lap, impaled to the hilt on his dick, while another guy is trying to insert himself into the mix.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cY\u2019ha\u2019 to push much fo\u2019 harder,\u201d Apple says with another laugh. Unless we\u2019re alone, he reverts to the local pidgin. \u201cC\u2019mon, mi\u2019suh big dick. Push!\u201d The head of the guy\u2019s cock finally squeezes past the tight ring of muscle and Apple closes his eyes with a deep groan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Fuck<\/em>. Watching Apple get his hole stretched by two dicks is a bad idea. I\u2019m already close as it is and I\u2019m assuming my guy doesn\u2019t want me to stop just yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAgain.\u201d I turn away from my young companion and hammer a fist into the bull\u2019s cock, trying my best to pull myself back from the brink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAgain.\u201d <em>Punch<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAgain.\u201d <em>Punch<\/em>. I can hear Apple whimpering and it\u2019s driving me crazy. Is the bull waiting for me to cum? Am I waiting for <em>him <\/em>to cum? Shit. I slow a bit, wiping the sweat from my face with my forearm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAgain.\u201d This time I hit the guy extra hard, and to my surprise, his eyes roll back in his head and his asshole clamps down on my cock like it\u2019s going to bite it off. I blow my load with a yell just as his cum spurts up his furry belly. Panting, I pull out and grin, thinking I\u2019m done, but one of the other fellas goes down on his knees in front of me to suck in my cum covered dick. I wince, too sensitive, and then start in surprise as hands clasp my hips, the hot head of a cock poking around my back door. I guess I get to be both fucker <em>and <\/em>fuckee tonight. I sigh and bend forward to give him better access. Looking up, I see Apple watching me. He gives me a wink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>+++<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The hostel is the only place in town with a room, but it only has one narrow bed so we\u2019ll have to sleep in shifts. Shit, at least it's private. I\u2019m sore as hell and not in the best of moods, so when Apple insists on sleeping first, I just turn around, slamming the door as I leave. I need a drink. It\u2019s been weeks since I\u2019ve had more than a beer and right now I\u2019ve got credits burning a hole in my account. Sure, it\u2019ll take away from our boarding passes, but since Apple\u2019s going to be so well rested, he won\u2019t mind going back out to earn a few credits while I get some shut eye, will he?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I pick a stool at the place down the street and hold up a finger to the android tending bar. It\u2019s shiny and new looking, not a model I recognize. \u201cWhiskey.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It lists out a few brands I recognize and a whole bunch I don\u2019t. It\u2019s nice to be in a big city again\u2026 well, if you can call Holer\u2019s Port <em>big<\/em>. It\u2019s a fraction of the size of the small town I grew up in, but after months wandering the desert, it feels like a teeming metropolis. I pick the cheapest one on the list\u2014yeah, I won\u2019t send Apple back out again tonight. The kid <em>does&nbsp;<\/em>need his rest. He\u2019s still suffering from withdrawal\u2026 and I guess I\u2019ll apologize later for storming out like a big baby just now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The bartender pours my drink and takes my credits with a cheerful <em>bleep<\/em>. The glass is halfway to my lips when I see something reflected in the bar mirror that has me stopped dead for a second. I carefully set down the glass, my heart clenching like a fist in my chest as I stare back at the hazel eyes looking over my shoulder at me. I turn around slowly to face the apparition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre smiles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-css-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n<ul id=\"menu-wanderer-1\" class=\"menu\"><li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4605\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-1\/\">Part One<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4606\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-two\/\">Part Two<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4607\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-three\/\">Part Three<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4608\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-four\/\">Part Four<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4609\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-five\/\">Part Five<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4610\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-six\/\">Part Six<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4611\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-seven\/\">Part Seven<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4612\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-eight\/\">Part Eight<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4613\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-nine\/\">Part Nine<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4614\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-ten\/\">Part Ten<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4615\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-eleven\/\">Part Eleven<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4616\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-twelve\/\">Part Twelve<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4617\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-thirteen\/\">Part Thirteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4618\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-fourteen\/\">Part Fourteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4619\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-fifteen\/\">Part Fifteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4620\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-sixteen\/\">Part Sixteen<\/a><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tonight we\u2019re staying outside some shithole town with the unfortunate name of Dankle Pits. While Apple\u2019s busy setting up camp, I\u2019m in town working on getting us something to eat. The fella with me has a dick tip like a big mushroom, and right now that mushroom\u2019s buried deep in my guts, popping into my sigmoid like a head through a too-tight turtleneck. I grit my teeth, eyes on the faded graffiti all over the dumpster I\u2019m clinging to, and sigh, wishing the guy would just hurry it up. He\u2019s taking his sweet time, moaning softly when he\u2019s not asking &#8230; <\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more-container\"><a title=\"The Wanderer &#8211; Part Five\" class=\"read-more button\" href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-five\/#more-3122\" aria-label=\"Read more about The Wanderer &#8211; Part Five\">Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":3125,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"generate_page_header":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[72],"tags":[808,807,806,809],"class_list":["post-3122","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-beys-tales-writing-2","tag-androids","tag-dick-sucking","tag-dp","tag-space-smut"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/holersport-1.jpg?fit=1200%2C675&ssl=1","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4sexs-Om","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1428,"url":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/just-one-dish\/","url_meta":{"origin":3122,"position":0},"title":"Just One Dish","author":"Bey","date":"November 13, 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"Keith let out an annoyed huff of breath as Gian tightened the ropes securing him to the futon in the living room. \u201cWhat are you making that face for?\u201d said Gian with a frown. \u201cYou got yourself into this. 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Panic hits me like a punch in the gut and I scrabble forwards on my hands and knees, desperate to escape. 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