The Turning – Part one by caleo
Indulge in ‘The Turning – Part One’ by Caleo, an intoxicating adult erotic tale that explores desire, passion, and the thrill of the unexpected. Dive into a world where fantasies come alive, and every moment is charged with sensuality. Discover what happens when boundaries blur and desires awaken!
This story is an accounting of real events. Names, locations, and de***********ions were changed for privacy reasons. Feel free and I encourage you to email me for discussion, questions, talk of fantasies, or just to say Hi.
The Turning
Part One —
I was 19, just out of high school in 1996, and I had a steady girlfriend whom I was horribly jealous of.. I was insecure in those days, but she was amazingly hot. She was 19 as well, and petite with the body of a hooker, but she was innocent and inexperienced.. not a virgin though. We did had sex one time, one memorable night before all this, that I’m about to tell you, happened. This is a true story and not especially a good one. I guess it depends on your perspective… but it has a unexpected twist in it… I remember every detail of the experience pretty well, as I have thought of it many times…It’s pretty much with me nearly everyday. It may seem horrible as you read it, and it is, but keep reading and go ahead and finish it. Time seems to shift..the universe turns inside out, and there’s an unexpected turn of events about midway through, and a very naughty outcome… it’ll take a while, so give yourself some time to read… This experience would change anybody for life, and most people would likely need some therapy if this happened to them, but I was sort of awakened by it. This changed me forever, and in a way I would never have thought possible… My name is Callum, and this is my story.
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Early one November Sunday morning, my girlfriend, Donna, and I decided we would take a drive through the everglades.. It was something we liked doing on clear warm days. We both lived and attended college in Miami at the time. Just freshmen enjoying time together. On this particular week, Donna’s nephew Alex was visiting her. Alex was 13 and his parents, Donna’s sister and brother in-law, wanted to take a vacation, so Alex came to stay with Donna for the week. Alex was born when Donna was 4 or 5 years old. Her sister, Alex’s mother was, 16 when she had him. They all started early in that family.. (impatient???) Alex was a good looking boy. I remember being impressed by his looks, and even having a slight dirty thought or two when I first saw him. I think its because he has a very feminine look. He’s kinda small, short and thin for a 13 year old boy. He had blonde hair and stunning blue eyes, and a shape not unlike his aunt Donna, just not as curvy. Donna has splendid curves, with a butt that was remarkably round and perfectly shaped. She also had, what you might think were manmade, but they were all natural, extremely large breasts. Especially for her petite body size. They were the kind of breasts that would kind of overflow out of the top of her bra, and you could see the resulting bulge. Needless to say, her looks overall would always turn people’s heads. Even other women would gaze in amazement. And I think this is one of the reasons why I felt jealous with her. It was just tough being with a girl that every other person on the planet wanted to have sex with. She certainly had a future in either modeling, movies, adult movies or whatever she wanted to do, because those looks and that body would surely get her there with great success.
We decided to include Alex in our Sunday excursion, so we took off in my old Chevy Nova convertible and we were out to tour the everglades. There really isn’t much to see, but its wide open, and usually no one is around, so the road will be ours. Off we go until eventually we are in the middle of nowhere and decided to stop and look at something. We had gone down hwy 41 to county road 94 and turned onto the county line trail which made a loop back to 94. It was there at the return to 94 that we stopped to look at what we thought might have been some alligators, but it was just one that had died. We could tell because it was really stinky with flies all over it. When we were ready to move on, well….. my old car wouldn’t start. This is not a good time for this to happen.
Neither of us had any cell phones yet, and there wasn’t a payphone anywhere to be found, in fact there was nothing at all out that way.. no houses, at least not easily seen from the road, just dirt road and swamps for 40 miles in all directions. things were a lot less developed than they are today, so it was pretty empty country. Alex had been fairly quiet up to that point, as he seemed to be enjoying the ride, but now he looked a little worried. It was about 2pm at that point, so we started walking back toward Miami on 94… We walked for about 10 miles, which took us nearly 3 hours on rocky road, and because it was hot and humid, we were getting parched and very tired. We had long finished the water we had brought, and the sun would be going down soon as well…
We were all starting to get concerned about our situation. Finally, and with great relief, we saw an old house down off the road ahead. The semi gravely driveway leading to the house went about 200 feet down to an opening. We walked down this driveway, and when we got to the opening, we couldn’t tell if anyone lived in this house or not. It was very rustic and in ill repair, but it looked like someone at least used to live in it. So we went up to knock on the door.. nobody came. The windows were open with screens on them, so we called out “Is anyone at home?” No one answered. There were no cars or other vehicles in sight. We were thinking “please let there be someone, anyone at home to help us.” It was getting to the point of desperation, simply because we just didn’t know what to do.. so we decided to wait a bit. It was getting dark in a hurry and we were sitting on the porch of this house, getting eaten alive by mosquitoes and thinking we would have to sleep on this old porch all night. I felt bad for Alex. He didn’t seem to be handling this very well… Now he was quiet and withdrawn again.
But just then… this older guy comes out from the back of the house carrying a bundle of fish and fishing equipment.. he grumbled at us “Who the hell are you people” with a notable cuban accent – I explained the situation and asked if we could use his phone… he said he didn’t have a phone.. this guy was slightly overweight about 5’10” tall unclean and really rough and scary looking. He could’ve been in his mid to late 30s, but when you’re a teenager, that looks old to you. The three of us hung tightly together now, then the man said, that his cousin comes by everyday around 3 o’clock to check on him.. well this was like 6pm, so we missed his cousin who “has a truck”.. this cuban guy had no transportation, no phone, no nothin…. The relief we had felt when first seeing this man was slowly dissipating. Then the man said we could stay till his cousin came the next day, and then he could take us to the nearest gas station some 40 miles away.. Great we thought (sarcastically).. we were very apprehensive about staying with this stranger… Donna and Alex did NOT want to stay.. neither did I, but what could we do.. in no time it would be pitch black dark, many miles from anything.. and mosquitos from hell.. and who knows what kind of crawly monsters are on a untraveled road in the middle of the night…even in November.. so we had no choice and agreed to stay.