Willie Ericksen was nineteen years old and lived with his maternal grandmother Trudy Ericksen, who was seventy years old and her love for Willie made her tear up at random moments just watching him study for the upcoming SAT test. He did the yard and weeded their garden, which was full of sprouting squash: Hubbard, acorn, yellow zucchini and striped version. Kale, cabbage and later tomatoes. Pole beans, scarlet runners, Pellegrini, radishes, cucumbers.

Her husband Jimmy gone these many years, he had been a Chief Warrant officer and wasn’t supposed to be flying towards the end of Desert Storm and was flying a Bell UH-1 Iroquois better known as the Huey.

There was a Navy pilot down and Jimmy making that old thing shake as barreled along following the terrain. It was not a stealth machine, but neither was Jimmy, he was long and lanky and a hard man. He got an A-7D Corsair II pilot from squadron VA-72 Blue Hawks that was aboard the USS John F. Kennedy, CV-67.

Commander E.J. “Speed brakes” Kaufmann crawled into the gaping door of the old thirty year old loud rattling machine screaming, “Go, God damn it!”

Jimmy had that bitch moving nose down thirty feet off the ground, the turbines screaming and shuttering, “Fly you fucking cunt!!,” he didn’t let up. Out of each side of the fuselage two petty officers raked anything that moved with their ma deuce Browning Fifty Caliber dual machine guns.

Off to the port a Soviet built BTU armored personnel carrier reared out of a hole and fired at the Huey and blew holes into the Huey, including Jimmy’s left shoulder. He saw the blood spatter before he knew he was hit. He leaned into it and twenty

minutes later skidded onto the Kennedy.

They tried what they could, but he’d lost too much blood.

A tall man wearing a commander’s rank on his summer grade uniform knocked on her door, there was a Chief Warrant Officer beside him. Trudy wailed and collapsed next to her daughter Cecilia (Willie’s Mom) who was eighteen. There was a funeral and three volley gun salute from sailors in their whites.

The graveyard is west of the freeway in Bremerton, on the side of a hill, kind of a trashy area with empty shacks full of squatters.

Cecilia was pregnant, she wasn’t sure when or who, Willie was born seven months after the funeral. They stayed with Trudy until Willie was five. Cecilia had a fake identification, birth certificate, Jessalyn Johnson with some address in Port Orchard and she had three arrests for prostitution and before the trial, which would have put here in the state penitentiary for the rest of her life, (three strikes your out) she disappeared.

Then it was Trudy and Willie. Trudy’s revery over she looked at her beloved Willie and said, Willie listen up, “My Jimmy never quit and I’ve never told you this, but listen hard, your great grandfather was a pilot in World War two, he was shot down, it was a big four engine B-24, he broke his back after parachuting near Trieste and walked nine hundred forty one miles with a broken back. His father was shot all to shit in

World War one in France.

“NOBODY FUCKING QUITS!!! DO YOU HEAR ME WILLIE ERICKSEN!!”

Wille was a runner, tall and lean and hard bellied, his length came from a short trunk, but the legs of a six foot seven inch man. For Bremerton High he ran both the two hundred meter and the four hundred meter, which had evolved into sprints.

The previous year, Willie had pneumonia and if wasn’t sick would have competed.

The meet was at Mt. Tahoma, a Tacoma school with a beautiful artificial track surface. The first race was the two hundred meters and it started on the curve and finished on the curve. Willie was on the extreme outside, there were twelve runners scrunched in. Willie knew if he grabbed the lead nobody was going to catch him.

He stared at the spot he had to get to, focusing on the sound of the starting horn. Willie was the only white kid in the race, Asian kids, Black kids, one Polynesian kid and the horn and Willie beat everyone to the spot and his magnificent stride ate up the track and he won obliterating the state record which was 21.01 seconds and nudging past the U.S. record of 19.97 with a 19.95 second run.

Willie walked around his hands on his hips, head back gasping for air, when he erzurum escort heard.

“Folks, probably should sit down. That was Willie Ericksen of Bremerton at nineteen point nine five seconds for a new United States record.”

Willie had no teammates competing and no coach, nor was Trudy there, so there was a smattering of applause. A couple of writers from the Kitsap Sun and the Seattle Times asked him how he did it,” and he shrugged and said, “I knew if I got the lead nobody would catch me.”

Willie was standing with hands on his hips and two tall women walked to him. One was older and the other in her mid-twenties and pregnant as a house. She said,

“Hey Willie, I’m Kim Erickson and this is my wife Bonnie Kendrick. I ran for Bremerton technically the little private Catholic school and Bonnie did too and we both ran for the Huskies. You’re going right?”

Willie said, “I uh, I live with my grandmother and we’re really poor, my mom disappeared and Grammie’s husband was killed during Desert Storm, how do you spell your name, I’m Ericksen with an “e”.”

Kimmie said with a huge smile, “We’re “Os”, and giggled.

Bonnie said, “So nobody has approached you about a scholarship?”

Willie shook his head no.

Bonnie said, “They will, can you give me your phone.”

“I don’t have a cell phone,” Willie said, “Grammie’s land line is 360 373-1954”

“Good luck,” Bonnie and Kimmie said.

Kimmie asked her wife, “Do you think he’s queer?”

“Most definitely, he was wearing Estee Lauder and he has perfect cock sucking lips!”

Kimmie raised an eyebrow to Bonnie, she wore the pants between the two.

“Honey we watched that porn last night in bed, with that sissy fucking those black men, his lips were just like the sissy and I bet Willie is openly gay now.”

Mollified, Kimmie softly squeezed Bonnie’s ass and said, “I’m wearing Big Lou tonight and you’re wearing the open toed pumps wrapped around my head.”

Willie thought the nice queer ladies were bat shit crazy as he lined up again on the outside for the four hundred meter run. Willie was diving hard on the inside lane almost without hearing the horn and he was behind this Asian kid that was five foot four or whatever and was pounding his little feet like a woodpecker with his tiny strides and halfway down the first straight way, hearing the Stooges bass line as Iggy sang about the passenger, he made his move his long stride two and an a half times longer and for once he was kicking and with looking he slid inside and his heart was beating to that bass line.

Feeling a threat, Willie heard Lou Reed singing every poor kid’s anthem. Lou Reed’s Sweet Jane’s best guitar riff was driving him hard, “Oh sweet Jane, Jackie is a banker and Jane she’s a clerk…you could hear Jackie, oh sweet Jane..” and Willie was driving and never looked back and ran through the tape. There was nobody within twenty yards of him.

A very old black couple up in the stands, looked at each other, the husband saying,

“Darren was chasing him.” His wife nodded and said, “He runs like Darren.”

Folks that was Willie Ericksen from Bremerton obliterating Darren Robinson of Wilson High here in Tacoma with a new American record at forty three seconds and point oh five one hundreds. Nobody is here to root for Willie, folks so let’s stand up and cheer,” and they did.

It was the applause. Willie sank to his knees and his head went forward to the track and he wept. He felt hands pick him up and there were cameras and reporters.

“Wow Willie, “one of them said, “lots of emotion. What do you think of all of this.”

Willie said, “Hey Grammie I love you! Ericksen’s don’t fucking quit ever. My gramps was killed in Desert Storm and my great grandfather walked nine hundred and forty one miles with a broken back after being shot down by Nazis. I’m poor but Grammie saved me.”

Willie walked to the parking lot, where the old blue four door blue Isuzu Trooper sat. It had been his gramps rig. It had five thousand miles on it. When he was sixteen and got his drivers license, Grammie had it towed to a mechanics and had it lubed and the oil changed and the belts changed and it fired right up. It had been Motor Trend’s best value off road vehicle in 1990. Five speed, esat escort cruise control, auto locking hubs, three point oh liter four banger, very stout.

He had a little cooler and there were two PB&J sandwiches with shaved iceberg lettuce and two peanut butter and cheddar cheese sandwiches. And a bottle of chocolate milk and two water bottles..

He was refueling, when Uncle Lucious came out of his speakers, “Took my first breath where the muddy brazzers spills into the gulf of Mexico.”

One of the reporters was there and said, “Are you really poor?”

“We garden, squash, Hubbard, acorn, yellow zucchini and striped version. Kale, cabbage and later tomatoes. Pole beans, scarlet runners, Pellegrini, radishes, cucumbers, we go to fish line, canned and frozen fish. Tomatoes. Sure, social security. Corn bread, store bought from fish line. Salmon, Grammy has some friends on the S’Klallam res up towards Kingston, Gramps was a legend back in the day. Friends help us.”

“Where are you going to college?”

“It cost twenty thousand dollars per year to go to the University of Washington,

Grammy’s social security is like twenty thousand dollars or so, I’m not sure, but no. I was thinking about trying to get on with the ferry system, benefits and the hours are good.”

“Did you take the SAT test?”

He nodded yes.

“Do you know your score?”

“

Fourteen ninety.”

“What are your favorite subjects?”

“There’s not much past calculus and math analysis in high school but math for sure. Oh Slavic literature and twentieth century American literature, Kurt Vonnegut, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Faulkner, Steinbeck of course, Getrude Stein. I figure if I keep reading I’ll keep up. I’ve got to go home now.”

He drove home slowly, and parked besides a house under a tree and finished his sandwiches and milk laid his head back for a second and he fell asleep, when he heard this voice and it woke him up.

It was a kid from school and he had pink eye shadow on and purple hair and pink lipstick.

“Hi Willie boy, did you stop by to see me do you want to come in?”

Willie stared into his blue eyes and he got the most painful erection.

The boy reached in and started rubbing Willie’s crotch and Willie’s mouth fell open and he moaned, mournfully and his hips started to thrust into the boy’s hand.

He immediately stopped and Willie looked so sad.

“I’m Stevie, come on in I’m watching Queer Eye, my sweet queer boy.”

Willie rolled up the windows and grabbed his keys and wallet, locked the doors and followed him so full of desire and need.

He went up the stairs, to the old, but clean house and came in the door and Stevie pushed him against the wall and drove his tongue and into his mouth and then he pulled Willie’s sweatpants down and his painful hard on sprung out, it was six inches and his thighs and crotch reeked from the running, Stevie dropped his knees and looking up said, “Your crotch smells wonderful baby, I’m going to change your life right now girl, “and she swallowed Willie’s dick and bobbed up and down.

Stopping Stevie said, “Willie, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever fucked, your cunt is going to be mine, you little bitch.”

Willie was enthralled he never thought about being gay or a woman. He masturbated to men and women fucking but the shot of a dick going in and out of a cunt or ass made him cum when the woman went nuts. He knew right then he wanted to be a woman all his life.

He had not cum yet and Stevie stopped and said turn around and bend over the back of that couch right there. Stevie pulled down his pants then his pink undies and there was this massive thick, nine or ten inch dick, a fucking log flopped against his thigh leaking a clear liquid from the pee hole.

Whimpering Willie backed against Stevie and said, “Oh Stevie, oh God I missed you before I knew you, teach me, I’m yours. Will it hurt baby, fuck I need you so bad.”

There was some astro glide lube on the corner table and Stevie first covered that stunning dick and then one finger lubed up was banging Willie and then two and finally three. Willie was shrieking and pushing back and then quickly the fingers were out and big Stevie was in at least the head as Willie looked esenler escort over her shoulder at her man biting her lip, then Stevie pushed in six inches and Willie’s face and arms collapsed on the couch and she was moaning, “Oh Daddy, oh Daddy my cunt is yours.”

That was like waving a red flag in front of a bull and Stevie’s dick defined him as a bull for sweet little cow’s like Willie. He hammered in and out and all the way in as Wille’s ass turned red from Stevie’s hips banging into him and he heard Willie shriek,

“I’m coming!!

Stevie fucked Willie for forty five minutes draining her balls and continuing to give her orgasms by his perfect dick rubbing against Willie’s prostate. Finally as Stevie filled Willie’s bowels with that incredibly hot cum, Willie came again, losing control of his limbs and passed out.

Stevie brought her some water and lovingly wiped her face and Willie woke up and looked at Stevie and leaned forward and softly kissed his lips and a gentle tongue touched his lips and said, “I am new to this and I know you must have lots of girls, but please don’t hurt me. I certainly have a crush on you. I know now that I am queer without a doubt and I did know when I was young that I would daydream about being a girl.”

“I’m so confused right now and scared Stevie, can I stay please?”

Stevie so turned on by this beautiful girl was stiff as a bat and easily slid into her gaped full of jizz cunt all the way so that his pubic hairs were against Willie’s ass. Then he pulled out and went back in each time a little bit faster. Willie would give out a grunt when Stevie slammed home and then she whispered, “Fill my cunt up with your jizz and she started singing Lionell Richie’s All night long, All night long, except to change one part of the lyric to fuck me all night long.”

Stevie thought, fuck what a beautiful woman, grow her hair out and some lipstick.

After Stevie pulled out and came on Willie’s face, Willie knew she was a woman.

Queer now in the closest, but a woman.

“Stevie I have to call my grandma, she is my only family, I know she’s worried. Do you have a phone I could use? Please honey.”

He gave her his phone and called her., “Hi grammy I won both races and is it okay if

I spend the night at my friend’s house. His name is Steve Wilson, the best friend I have. Okay, I’ll be good. Probably at eleven, we have to stake up the tomatoes. I love you Grammy.”

Steve looked overwhelmed with sadness. “You don’t have parents?”

“My mom was a prostitute and disappeared when I was four or so, because of a three strikes you’re out due to minor prostitution beefs, class d felonies. She had no idea who the father was. It was a long time ago.

“Tomatoes?

“Well we garden and grow a lot of vegetables and there’s a root cellar for the squash, beans and we can the tomatoes and of course fishline, canned goods and my gramps was legend amongst the S’Klallam and we get salmon too and halibut and mackerel. Grammy makes cornbread. Oh canned tomatoes. “

“So when’s your birthday?”

“June tenth.”

“Favorite television shows?”

“Whatever is on channel five. Grammy loves General Hospital.”

“What about facebook and Instagram?”

“I hear kids talking about that, and I know it’s on a computer, but I don’t have one.”

Stevie thought he should stop with the questions and said, “Come here cutie pie!”

Willie lit up when she saw Stevie’s hard on and purred, “Fuck me darling, My balls are sure to be full again.”

Stevie slowly fucked Willie and reached around and started tugging on her cute little dick. Willie’s head started thrashing around and her feet stuck straight up in the air and she grunted as rope after rope shot straight up in the air.

“You have a pretty big clit for a girl and your man absolutely loves your cunt. Willie we should get you a Brazilian and a make over and a mani-pedi. Crimson or plum lipstick and matching fingernails, when your breasts come in we’ll get your nipples pierced and sometimes pierce their clit head. Well earrings and lip rings. I saw this lesbian with a septum ring in her nose and an eyebrow piercing. By September your hair will be long enough to put in a ponytail for sure and Willie came hard again, his arms and legs flopping and he passed out again.

Stevie simultaneously nutted and it felt like a gallon of cum. He was starting to fall in love with this beautiful girl.

End Willie’s Journey Part one he trains for the state finals

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Willie’s Journey Part two her life goes viral.