Date: Wed, 4 Mar 2020 08:52:24 -0500 (EST) From: Five Hole Punch Subject: Pick Up Truck Give to Nifty! Pick Up Truck I had seen him with his daddy at the Tractor and Feed Store, of course. I had seen all the boys around these parts over the last few years, the years after'n I got back from the service. I liked to look. Every once in a while, you'd get a look back. They'd drop their eyes. You'd know then. It was out on Old Line Road, one lazy Saturday afternoon, when I saw him standing next to his bicycle off to the side. I slowed to a dusty stop. "Need a ride?" "Yeah, kinda ..." "Toss the bike in the back." That done, he came to the window. "Climb on in." The door opened with a creak and closed with a metallic thump. I put it in first and let the clutch out. "You're Jimmy Bluefield's boy ... Stevie, ain't cha?" "Yeah." "I'm Cale, from up Mill Road, Dalton Farm. Where you headin'?" "Well ... I went over to Tommy McFarlane's, me and him were supposed to go to the lake, but his Pa wouldn't let him on account of him being needed to tend to their Heifer that calved last night." "That's pretty far to ride from your place." "Yeah it is." The transmission whined, the tires did, too. A breeze blew through the open windows. "If'n you want, I can take you down there. I ain't got nothing to do `til supper." "Y-y-you don't haf ta," he said nervous-like. "I know I don't, but why not?" "I don't know ..." "C'mon, let's go." "Okay." A mile down, I turned down Reservoir Road. Before getting to the landing, I hung a left on a dirt trail. "Hold on!" I hollered over the sound of creaky springs and rocks hitting the undercarriage. I downshifted, got just the right speed headin' up the hill, and got the truck bouncing in rhythm to the ruts. I looked over at Stevie and he was bouncin' nearly out of his seat. I gave him a big grin and he smiled back. "Woo!" I let out a yell. Then, I let out another one, "Wooo!" louder this time. Stevie joined in and let out one, too; a higher pitched, "Wooo!" After the rollercoaster ride over the ruts was over I looked across the cab and said, "There's a nice overlook to the lake up this here side road. Not many know about it." We got up to a small clearing in the pines and I whipped the truck `round, backing it up near a dirt berm. I killed the ignition. "Take a look," I said, inviting the blond boy to take in the scene. We sat for a few moments enjoying the view. "Want a beer?" I asked, breaking the silence. "A-ah, um ... N-n-no," stuttered the young teen, "My Pa won't let me have no alcohol." "That's okay, I ain't got none anyhow. Cooler's empty." Stevie looked sheepish at my teasing him and I gave him a little push on his shoulder to show him I was just funnin'. "So ... what do you and Tommy do when you ride to the lake?" "Umm, well, you know, just explorin' and ... fishin' sometimes. Nothing special, just, you know like goofing and foolin' around." I could tell Stevie was trying not to tell everything they did, he sounded evasive. I knew without him tellin' out loud. "Foolin' around? Like what exactly?" Stevie got real nervous. "Umm, nothing really, just doing, um you know, like nothin' ..." His voice faded off. "When I was a kid we used to come up here and jack off ... and other stuff." Stevie was silent. "It was hard to get away from everybody at home and we wanted somewhere where we could have fun without gettin' interrupted." A pause. "You and Tommy come here to do that?" Stevie gulped a little. "Yeah, sometimes." "It's okay by me, I ain't tellin' nobody." Stevie relaxed, but just a little bit. "Hey, it's natural. Me? I wanted to see all my friend's cocks and they wanted to see mine. A guy can't get enough sex if you ask me." "Yeah, I guess," was the hesitant reply. "Do you wanna see mine? I'd sure like to see yours." I spread my legs and Stevie could see my cock off to the right in my jeans. When he looked up, my eyes met his. "So ... Do you wanna?" A quiet, "Yeah," was voiced in the truck, barely louder than the gentle breeze blowing through the open windows. "Let's go round back." I opened the door and grabbed an old horse blanket from behind the seats. I didn't wait on Stevie, he'd either come or not. I threw open the tail gate and put the blanket on top. Stevie had come round by now. "Hop on up." Stevie sat himself on the tailgate and I unsnapped my shirt real quick and pulled it out of my jeans part way. I had to undo my belt to free my shirt tail. I got my shirt off without messin' up the roll of my sleeves and put it over the edge of the truck bed. I could see Stevie looking at me out of the corner of my eye. I turned and stood a couple feet in front of him. "Ready?" Stevie nodded. He blushed a little. I pulled my buttons and shimmied my Levis down over my naked ass, no underwear in the summer. They dropped to my knees, rolling at the top of my boots. My veiny cock hung fat over my sweaty balls. I felt the coolness of hangin' free, even in the heat of a summer afternoon. My foreskin was half rolled off; you could see the pink flesh poking out of the dark ring. The tip pouted. With Stevie lookin' real attentive, I gave it a heft with my left hand. I gave him a quick smile and he smiled back. "Wanna see it hard?" "Uh ...Yeah ... O-kay," Stevie managed to get out, cotton-mouthed. His chest and shoulders heaved with his excited breathing, noticeable under his thin cotton shirt. I moved my package in a big handful, giving the boy a show for a few moments before giving my cock some slow strokes. It wouldn't take much for me to get it up with this youngster eyeing my junk. Stevie's red blond hair was cut close enough to see skin along the sides, but atop his head were the stiff bristles of a two-day-old crew cut. I hoped that I'd be running my hands over the boy's sweaty head as his freckled cheeks puffed with his mouth full of my cock. With those thoughts my exposed member engorged. Stevie had sprung a boner too, his cock painfully pushing against the denim of his jeans. He tried to shuffle his hips to free it up, but it was stuck, it had risen too fast. "Stand up." Stevie hesitated. "C'mon," I urged, "Get those jeans off. You don't want to have that boner jammed up there do you?" "N-no." I yanked him to his feet. I took charge. I pulled his tee up over his head and tossed it in the truck bed. Stevie, I think he was thirteen, still had a boy's physique; you could see muscles ready to develop under a bit of puppy fat. He had a little tummy that would be gone in a year or so. His nipples were puffy and not yet dark. I undid his beltless jeans, releasing the tension on the thin blue fabric. His cock pushed his white cotton briefs out in a triangle. I put my thumb under the elastic waistband and pulled; out popped a thin and cut spike with a reddened tip. Stevie gave a bashful look. I gave him a wink and took his boyish erection between my thumb and two fingers. The young teen gave a slight gasp. "Oh!" I gave my fingers a gentle run over the stiffened, rubbery organ. Stevie shivered with the sensation. I felt a rush of lust shooting from my balls up through my cock. "You and Tommy ever suck?" "Uhh ...," the boy hesitated, "Yeah, sometimes." "Go on," I said gently, hand on the boy's lean shoulder, "Get down and suck me." It was an invitation not an order. Stevie moved in front of me and kneeled, careful not to bump into my prominent ramrod. He eyed my full manhood. "Go on, grab it," I said with a coaxing smile. Stevie reached out and lightly held my swollen cock in his thin fingers. He slid the skin on my shaft and studied the slight roll of my foreskin. A few slow, experimental strokes before my dark band slid behind my deeply purpled corona. The boy looked over my glans, its crimson tip pearling. A fragrant musk wafted in the breeze. I shower daily, but in the summer heat, I have the smell of a man. With a quiet encouragement, I enticed the boy, "Suck it." Stevie looked up for a moment and then bent the shaft of my cock and took my cockhead to his lips. He kissed. Then, with the tip of his tongue, the adolescent tasted the seeping syrup. I gave an involuntary grunt of satisfaction. Stevie went up and down on my rod, not all the way, just a few inches. I could tell he had sucked cock before, but he did it mechanically, like you do with your pals when you're a boy. I rubbed his sweaty head lightly in a loving caress: his hair bristled, damp; a hardness of bone; the protrusion of boyish ears. This intimacy relaxed the boy. He began sucking worshipfully, with a growing passion. My boots scuffed in the dry dirt. Stevie was really servicing my manhood now. His tongue was running around my glans, pushing my foreskin back and rimming my corona. I knew why. "You like the taste of that?" He moaned, muffled by a mouthful of my cock. "Yeah you do, go ahead and get a good taste boy." Stevie's cocksucking was having an effect, my balls twinged painfully. Soon, I eased my sloppy hard on from the boy's mouth. I arranged the blanket on tailgate. My cock pointed like a flag pole. "Get up on that blanket, boy," I ordered. Stevie complied, awkwardly getting to his feet and shuffling onto the back of the pick up. "Scoot your ass down to the end." I pulled his legs and yanked him, blanket and all, to the edge of the tailgate. I wanted to get to fucking before anyone might happen by. "Let's get out of them clothes." I tugged off his scuffed, high top basketball shoes without even undoing the loose laces. I pulled his jeans over his bony ankles one by one. It being summer he had no socks. Stevie scooted his underwear down. The pouch was a light yellow and there was a slight, sweaty skidmark. No surprise to me; boys are in a hurry. "Pull your knees up ..." Stevie used both hands. His scrote, with a few blonde and reddish hairs, was wrinkly tight between his undeveloped thighs. "More," I commanded. Stevie's pure white ass went into the air. He was on display. A slightly stinky starfish greeted my hungry eyes. I spit on my fingers and rubbed. "Inngh" The boy moaned with lust. His anus tightened and squirmed. Wordlessly, I fingered and worked the tight hole. Stevie's head went side to side. He grunted with each stretching push. As he learned to loosen and control his ring of muscle, the boy lay his head back and panted. I couldn't hold back any longer. I stepped up, my cock in the wet cleft of his buttocks. I didn't know if it was his first time, but I wanted to make sure he was ready to take a cock; I wasn't stopping. I reached forward. His nipples were like hard buttons now. Stevie moaned as my fingers rubbed and then pinched. I wriggled my rod and my red hot cockhead found his anus. Stevie's head jerked back. He let out a moan of pure lust. "Uhhh!" I began, guiding my erection with one hand, steadying Stevie's hips with my other. His hot, wet asshole slid ever so slowly over my exposed glans. I gritted my teeth. It was too good. "Oh God! Oh, please," Stevie begged. It was obvious to me that he was living out his fantasy, what he had wanted for so long – taking a man's cock. I pushed it in the boy's rectum with a steady pressure, inch by inch. "Unngghh!" Stevie came as I sunk full length into his upturned ass. I could feel the teen's sweaty bottom pulsing against my hairy ball bag, the woolen horse blanket bunched on my thighs. I rested a moment: in the summer sun; atop the pine covered hill; a breeze blowing over our naked bodies. I loved fucking boys. I began to thrust, slow and shallow at first. Stevie responded to each stroke of rod with a breathy moan. "Oh! Uhh ... Ohhh! ... Nnnh!" "Wrap your legs around me." The young teen's smooth thighs gripped my hairy, sweaty buttocks. I thrust with greater force. "Ohh! Ah ... Ah ... Ah!" "Ungh!" I grunted like an animal. The boy's heat was greater than the sun on my back. Anywhere our bodies touched was slick and wet with perspiration. A drop dangled from my chin. Now, my cock broke free of the clinging rim of Stevie's anus. I stroked in and out with my hips. The worn hinges of the tailgate creaked in time. "Oh God! Oh, please. Oh!" "C'mon, that's it boy. Take that cock." Stevie gulped and grimaced, head turning this way and that. "Oh! Oh! Uhh! God!" Stevie moaned in desperation, wanting and not wanting to stop. Not because of the pain, not because of the pleasure, no, because the sensations were too many, too great, too overwhelming. Adolescent legs spread, Stevie's hips rocked, trying for less and more of my intruding manhood. Abs taut, just maturing nipples high on a youthful chest muscles, the teen took the repeated thrusts of my engorged phallus. The effort was too much. The boy gave up and, with an open-mouthed look of defeated acceptance, took the endless arrows of desire. "Uhh ... Uhh ..." Breath followed breath, in rhythm with my penetrating manhood. My temples pounded. I saw red. "Goddam boy! Goddam!" I felt a building pressure deep behind my balls. I had to fuck. I pushed deep, fast and hard. My boots scrabbled in the dirt. "Uhh! I'm gonna ... I'm gonna bust it!" I declared. My jizz shot. "Unngh! Oh, fuck!" I jerked spasmodically like a gigged frog, my ass cramping as I shoved deep. When I was spent, I dropped my face to the boy's; I felt my afternoon stubble against the downy wetness of the boy's cheek. A cooling breeze blew over my naked back. After a minute, I rose, my broke member slickly sliding from the young teen. Stevie looked at what he had taken, and taken fully. A smile of the deepest satisfaction went from cheek to cheek as he held his knees back, anus throbbing visibly, still keeping time with my now absent cock. The boy dropped his legs and reflexively reached for his penis and began stroking. He whined, compelled to another orgasm, dry this time. I put my cock away and buttoned my Levis. I helped Stevie clean up and dress. We did a lot of fishing at the lake the rest of that summer. Tommy McFarlane came along too, some of the time. Copyright 2020. All Rights Reserved.