Rust Belt Tails
#1 of Rust Belt Tails
The bus finally arrived at its destination- a rundown area of town with houses falling apart, poverty, and children in broken homes. A young wolf with disheveled fur walked out dressed in a tweed overcoat, a well-worn fedora and clothes that looked and smelled as if they had never seen a washer.
"Well, I guess this is home for me. So many memories!" the young wolf said, doffing his hat as he walked across the threshhold to escape the pouring rain.
"Oh, you look so... terrible, Justin", a grandmotherly voice came from across the hallway of the poorly-designed and cramped household, the kind of which was all too common in the working-class neighborhood, nay the ghettos of Flint.
That haggard voice with a world-weary face to match belonged to Justin's mother, Maria, a saintly woman who raised her children to be kind and courteous to others all the while managing her job as a factory worker in the Ford plants. She was wearing a pink faded apron, the attire of a cleaning lady. When the plant closed, the old wolf and her husband David, also a factory worker were left without a job and still living in David's parents' home whom they cared for until the day David's mother and father were killed in a shooting.
"Life is so difficult for us working folk. It's been that way since David was claimed by cancer early last year," Maria said as tears began rolling down her cheeks. (Justin had visited that spring to attend a funeral.)
Justin's dreams were to rise above the bleakness of the Motor City, to move outside that underwhelming city with the layoffs, the poor people, the lousy football team, the neighborhoods in a permanent recession to somewhere more luxurious, a Southern climate like Atlanta or Miami or Dallas where Justin could feel the warmth of the sun and the people. Instead his past was filled with the tough, cold, bitter Detroit he had known for his entire life.
Sadly, all the money that David could provide for him in his living will lasted until he was so painfully close to graduation. Rather than going to a state college, Justin had to spend his years at a community college in Grand Rapids, where he couldn't get the bachelor's degree. Before that, the wolf worked for a company that sponsored cruises across Lake Huron to Canada where he found that people would do anything to escape the dreariness of the Rust Belt city. The fact of the matter was that no one liked living in poverty and people would spend money just to leave the squalid surroundings for just a weekend away from it all. That one weekend away from their repetitive jobs proved to be about the only ray of sunlight in their otherwise joyless lives spent waiting for the pay raises that never came.
"I feel like such a disappointment. All that money he gave I had to spend on food and lodging and I never got the state college graduation I wanted so badly. All I could get was an Associate's Degree from Grand Rapids," the wolf said expecting the unmistakable heat of shame in his mother's eyes and voice,as he drank the chamomile Maria had prepared for him. The hot tea had a relaxing effect impact on him and soon he felt the urge to rest his head on a bed for the evening, never mind that the clock said 8:00 p.m.
"Oh, you'll always have a home here. And the room is just the way you left it." She pointed to the room up the stairs. For a while at least, the wolf would not be homeless and have his meals provided for. Still, Justin felt as though he was a financial drag on society having no college education and having to rely on others for help- at least for the time being. Knowing that, he took off his cheap overcoat and started to undress for the evening. A jock in high school and lifelong lover of exercise, Justin had a developed and toned muscles from hoping to one day play for a pro sports team. He had always gone to Ford Field to watch football games, hoping that pro sports with its millions of dollars would give him the money that his family and neighborhood needed. And so he worked out religiously to get the football player's body he wanted. The countless hours he spent in the gym trying to bench press three times his body weight for the sake of a pro football career which unfortunately never materialized gave him a six-pack and large shoulders. However, since he was also homeless, others tended to avoid him.
His room was filled with sports memorabilia and reminders of his father David and the many fishing trips they would take by the shores of Lake Huron. The highlight of his years with his father was that trip to Dallas to see his favorite team, the Cowboys play as a graduation gift after high school. David had worked so hard to see his son become wealthy and yet here Justin was still wondering if he would ever be anything more than a homeless lone wolf. He wanted to have millions of dollars and save this poor borough of Detroit and make it thrive.
Justin took one look back through the circular window which was on the gable of the house. He could see his old elementary school from the window, Mrs. Abdul-Aziz's home, and his girlfriend's former home a few doors down. He could also the "For Sale" signs which dotted the landscape as the rain subsided giving way to night. Some stars were poking through the clouds. This was Justin's past and there was no escaping it. He felt a tingling in his pants and knew it was time for him to enjoy his sole indulgence. He unzipped his pants, took off his underwear, and grabbed his erect member, throbbing it up and down.
Eventually, the throbbing got so intense and severe that Justin could not hold it in. He shot out eight or nine blasts of cum onto the bedsheets, letting out a howl as he did so. Basking in the afterglow of orgasm and feeling very sleepy, he took one last look across Flint from the eye window. If there was hope to revitalize Michigan, then it would be on my head to find it, Justin thought as he stared into the setting sun before falling asleep.