Date: Tue, 9 Apr 2013 12:04:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: abbadabbaisme@yahoo.com
Subject: Special Rest Stop

Special Rest Stop

Five more miles to go...

Finally something good was about to happen during this lame vacation. First
I was stuck in an RV for 20 straight hours driving with the folks and my
sister to my grandparents' farm. Being thirteen years old and stuck in the
middle of nowhere blew. I really missed Dwayne sucking me off. Jerking off
was okay, but it wasn't as good as Dwayne's mouth. Finally, after two weeks
of boredom, we drove home. But this time Mom said she was sick of being
cooped up in the R.V. and needed fresh air so she made Dad stop at every
rest stop on the way. That's when things got better.

I'd heard about truckers having sex at rest stops and found out pretty
quick it's true. When I was taking a pee at the first rest stop, a big guy
started to use the urinal next to me. His breathing was kind of loud and
low which made me uncomfortable and when I get uncomfortable, my dick gets
hard. I kind of peeked over at him and was looking at the bottom of his
shirt pocket. I had to look up to see his face. He was really tall, maybe
over six feet. He had a beard with a lot of gray in it, a plaid shirt and
sort of a gut. He was big and looking at me.  Really he was looking at my
dick. His breathing got lower and louder. Since I'm only about 4'8", I
couldn't see his cock over the divider between us. But he could see mine
easy. I felt really nervous but I liked it. When I turned back to his face,
he looked at mine. Without tucking my dick back in, I turned to him. He
looked at it and licked his lips. He was just lowering himself to his knees
when I heard my dad through the open window. "Tick tock, buddy, we want to
hit the road today." It was so frustrating. I was so horny, but I couldn't
risk my dad walking in.

I told the trucker I had to go. He asked for just a quick suck. He was on
his knees by now, licking his lips and just about had my little head in his
mouth. I said I couldn't. He stuck out his tongue and slowly moved toward
me like he was going to lick it anyway. I said maybe I'd see him at the
next stop since Mom was making us take a break at every rest stop on the
way. We were even going to spend the night at one of the rest stops that
had a little campground instead of driving straight through. Still on his
knees, the trucker slowly looked up at me. He pulled his tongue in and
became really serious looking. Then he got a weird smile on his face. I
told him if he wanted to give me a quick lick, he could (really I needed a
tongue on my dick bad), but he just stood up. Instead of licking my penis,
he flicked it with his finger and said he'd see me at the next rest stop.

Three miles to go...

At the next rest stop, he was already in the restroom when my dad and I
walked in. I pretended to be pee shy, so Dad finished up and went outside.
The trucker came near me. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick which
was already nice and hard. I told him there was time for him to suck me.
When he said I sounded pretty desperate for a blowjob, I agreed that I was.
I practically begged him to blow me but he just stood there doing nothing.
Finally he slowly ran his rough finger along my shaft. If he had done it
any firmer, I would have cum right there. All it did was get me hornier. I
closed my eyes and let out a kind of groan. He pulled away his finger. I
opened my eyes to see why he stopped. My cock was twitching with need. He
was just looking at me all serious and then smiled that smile again and
said he had to go. He'd see me at the next rest stop.

Dad almost missed the turnoff for it. I practically screamed at him to
turn. I was standing right between the front seats. He got ticked `cause I
yelled but Mom said she was touched I was so concerned about her. When I
got in the bathroom, it was empty.  The trucker wasn't there. I worried I'd
missed him. There was a precum stain on my pants I would have to clean
up. Just as I was giving up hope the trucker would show, he walked in. I
hurriedly unzipped my pants and yanked out my penis. I wasn't even paying
attention to if there was another person there or not. My cock was even
harder than it had been at the last rest stop. My balls were killing me. He
smiled that weird smile. It seemed like he wasn't going to do anything
except watch me twitch with need in front of him. But then he licked his
finger and just barely touched that super sensitive spot right below the
head of my cock. Wow, did it feel good. I could tell his mouth would be way
better than Dwayne's.

The trucker apologized that he didn't have time to suck me here but he
didn't sound very sorry. He said there was a special rest stop with a
campground a few hours up the freeway. He told me I had to get my folks to
spend the night there. When I arrived, he'd make sure I had a good time. We
even exchanged cell numbers so I could text him where we were and tell him
our ETA.

Every ten miles I sent him an update. When we were ten miles out, I told my
dad and repeated it every mile. So my hard dick wouldn't be noticeable or
leave another precum stain, I bent it back between my legs. It felt like I
was breaking it off but I kind of liked the feeling at the same time.

As soon as Dad parked, Mom got out of the R.V. and I ran past her. Dad
called after me but I heard Mom tell him to leave me alone. After all, we
were going to spend the night there. How much trouble I could get into?
After all, we were going to be spending the night there. The last thing I
heard was her telling him to let me be a boy and burn off some energy.

There were two restrooms at this stop. The one by the parking lot and a
bigger one deeper in the campground that couldn't be seen from the parking
lot at all. That's the special one the trucker told me about. I ran for it.

Once inside, I looked around. It didn't look so special to me. It was big,
but that was it. And the trucker wasn't there. No one was there. It was
kind of creepy quiet, I guess because it was so far from the parking lot
and the campsites. But I was so horny, I didn't care.

Suddenly a hand grabbed my shoulder. I looked up. It was the trucker. I
didn't hear him come up behind me.  I started to turn around but his hand
kept me facing away from him. He wasn't breathing low or smiling weird or
anything. He just said, "Let's go," and started walking toward the end of
the stalls. The sound of his heavy boots crushing the loose grit on the
cement floor was the only sound. Along with my heart beating. He gripped my
shoulder the way my dad did when we were someplace crowded and he didn't
want me to get separated from him.

After the last stall there was a little aisle leading to another row of
stalls behind the first row. He stopped at a middle stall and opened the
door.

"Get in."

I did. I couldn't wait for him to get on his knees and suck my dick. He
stood in the doorway. "Take off your pants." Finally we were getting down
to it. I tugged off my shoes and pulled off my pants and jockeys. "Your
shirt and socks, too. Everything." I was so horny, I just did what he said
without asking why. This was the first time I'd ever been naked in front of
anyone except my mother since I was like eight.  Even when Dwayne sucked me
off, I kept all my clothes on. But I knew some men liked to touch people
and I was kind of turned on by the idea of the trucker's rough hands on my
body. Scared but turned on, too. I guess I thought this was how it was
done. At least now he'd get on his knees and suck me, I thought.

But instead of getting on his knees, he nodded toward my clothes. "Give
them to me. All of them."

I swallowed hard. I was getting nervous again. That just didn't sound
right. This time I did ask why.  He said it was to keep them clean. I
looked around the tiny stall. There wasn't anyplace to put them but the
dirty floor, so I gave him all my clothes to hold.  I wanted my dick sucked
that bad. "And the shoes," he said. I picked up the shoes and gave them to
him. And just that fast he closed the door, I heard a click and he was
gone. His heavy footsteps got quieter and quieter. Then I heard the squeak
of the bathroom door. Then nothing.

There was a mirror on the door. I was looking at my naked self standing
there. All 90 pounds of me. I looked completely vulnerable but it felt kind
of good being naked in public. What I was mostly concerned about was what
if he didn't come back? That was crazy, I told myself. Why would he want to
steal my clothes and just leave? Then I thought what if he doesn't come
back but someone else does? I got cold and if felt like all my blood left
my face and chest. I could even see in the mirror that I looked paler. But
my cock looked harder. It was standing straight up and twitching. I was
scared and excited at the same time which I knew was stupid because this
situation was so dangerous. But the more I thought about how dangerous it
was, the more my cock tried to poke straight up.

Eventually I figured maybe I shouldn't wait around. I didn't know how I was
going to explain being naked to my mom and dad, but it was better than
whatever else would happen to me if I stayed here. Maybe they'd forgive
me. Maybe they'd just be happy I was alive.  Maybe --

The door was locked. I only pushed a little but it wouldn't move. I pushed
harder the second time, but nothing. The door and walls went all the way to
the stained cement floor so there was no way I could climb under to get
out. And the door was too high for me to climb over the top. I was
trapped. He even had my cell phone. All I could do was stand there and
stare at myself and my vertical cock. Scared as I was, I liked what I saw.

Then I heard the squeak of the door followed by approaching heavy footsteps
that stopped outside my stall.  I heard a few metallic clicks and the door
opened. It was the driver. He just looked at me. I know my mouth was
hanging open because I could feel the air on my tongue. I didn't even think
to cover myself with my hands. He got that weird smile again that didn't go
up to his eyes.

"Don't worry, kid, you're gonna get what you want." He reached past me and
slid a panel up on the side wall. There was a big hole there. Big enough to
put his arm through if he wanted. He removed panels from the other two
walls, too, revealing two other holes the same size and height off the
floor. He hooked the panels together somehow and made a kind of bench and
put it in the middle of the stall. It was only then I noticed there wasn't
a toilet. Horny and scared will do that to you, I guess. Now that he was
back, I wasn't as scared. Then he left the stall.  He pointed to the hole
on the right.

"Put your dick through there and I'll suck it." Then he shut the door and I
heard the click again. I heard the door of the next stall squeak. I
waited. I'd never put my cock through a hole before. No one but Dwayne had
ever sucked me. But this guy said he was going to suck me and that's why I
was here, so... I did. Why I had to be naked for this I didn't understand.

All at once my dick was moist and warm and enveloped in something. No
slowly getting started. He was sucking the whole thing and licking the
underside. Dwayne was nothing like this. Dwayne couldn't fit my whole thing
in. I know, `cause I tried. But this trucker guy took me in all in one
swallow. I leaned back a little bit, but my cock couldn't come out of his
mouth. He had my balls on the other side of his teeth and wasn't letting
go. I leaned all the way back. If he'd opened his mouth, I would have
fallen backward. His tongue swirled around my shaft and the head. He let it
out a little bit and I could feel the whiskers below his bottom lip scrape
on the underside of my penis. It tickled and made me squirm. It almost felt
like he was cutting me even though I knew he wasn't. I felt a hand squeeze
my cock head top and bottom. Then I felt his tongue again, this time right
at the tip of my cock. I think he was at my pee hole. I moaned when he did
that.

The whole time my eyes were closed. My arms were stretched up on the
wall. I couldn't reach him. There was no handle anywhere. It was the only
place to put them. Then I felt his hand on my ass, gripping my right cheek,
his finger reaching for my hole, but that wasn't possible. The hole was
only big enough for my cock. When I opened my eyes, I saw the arm was
reaching through the back wall of the stall which was now the wall on my
right side. I couldn't see who it was attached to, only the thick black
hair and dirty sweatshirt covering it. Twisting a little made it easier for
the arm to reach my hole while keeping my cock in the trucker's mouth. Two
fingers on the arm got to my hole and stretched it. They were dry and it
hurt when they poked so I pulled away. The mouth worked and worked on my
cock. My breathing was getting faster and faster. And then there was
another arm grabbing my butt cheek while the first arm continued to probe
my hole.  There was somebody at the hole in the third wall which was right
behind me.

Then the arm behind me went away. I looked back to see where it went. The
arm was replaced by part of a man's face. I could hear his breathing from
where I was. There was a pounding against the wall below the hole he was
looking through. He moved his face and I saw him lick his lips. A little
drool came out. It was so hot. And the whole time, the trucker was sucking
on my dick and pulling on my balls with his rough hands.

I knew I was going to explode but not that suddenly. Usually I get more of
a warning, but this time I just went all over the place. He wouldn't let go
of me. When I jerked off, I loosened up a bit once I started cumming
because I get too sensitive. And Dwayne would do the same thing when he
sucked me. But this guy just kept going to town. I was so sensitive down
there, it was driving me nuts, but I couldn't do anything to stop it except
claw at the walls and groan and scream UNHhhhhhh!  UNHhhhhhhh! over and
over. That's when I heard the pounding on the wall behind me get faster and
faster until it stopped and I felt warm liquid hit my ass from across the
stall. I looked back. The guy had pushed his cock through and aimed his
spunk at me. He hit me in the legs and ass and back. Then he pulled back
his cock. I could hear him still jerking on the other side of the wall.
The arm sticking out of the middle wall was just grabbing me on my sides
and petting me. It landed on some of the fresh cum and wiped it all over
me.

The mouth left my dick alone. I tried to catch my breath. Then I felt the
arm from the wall behind me again. The fingers were really slimy. They
rubbed all around my crack until they found my hole. The fingers smeared
the slimy stuff all over my hole before one finger pushed against me. No
one had ever been inside me before. The force of him pushing knocked me
into the wall in front of me. My cock went through the hole again. This
time there was no mouth there. But the finger behind me kept pushing and
suddenly was inside of me.

AGHHHHhhHhhh! I was the only one who'd put a finger in my ass and it wasn't
as big as this one. The pain was horrible and unending. The finger twisted
and twirled and turned around. There was no way to get away from it.
Clawing at the wall was doing no good. Begging him to stop did no good. I
was making noises I never heard myself make before, but the finger just
plowed in deeper. When it reached some curve in my body, it hooked around
the corner and then pulled. My whole body was pulled back by the one
finger. I stumbled over the bench getting my feet next to the wall behind
me. I was so weak, I drooped over the bench. The finger left my asshole and
was replaced by something wetter and sloppier but much softer.  It flicked
and teased. There was a slurping sound that for some reason I associate
with my dick starting to get hard again. It sounded like whoever this guy
was was hurrying to lick a melting ice cream cone so he wouldn't miss a
drop. It felt amazing. I pushed my ass against the wall and even pulled my
cheeks apart so he'd have better access. I was going to have to try this
with Dwayne when I got home.

By this point I was laying on the bench, my face right next to the hole
where the mouth had been. The head of a man's cock appeared at the hole.
I'd never sucked a cock before, not even Dwayne's. I liked him sucking mine
-- the feel of it, the sound of it, watching his face while he did it --
but I never once was interested in sucking him. It just didn't excite me.
But this thing right next to my face... I'd never seen an adult cock before
in real life. It was big. At least four times the size of mine or Dwayne's.
It bounced a little bit, the way mine does when I'm excited.  Then a little
clear drop appeared at the pee slit. The drop just got bigger and bigger.
It finally got so heavy it started to drip down his cock and hang off the
bottom edge of his cock head. The drop was getting longer and longer, like
honey coming out of the jar. I was mesmerized. Maybe it was the licking at
my ass that made me do it, but I realized I was licking my lips as I
watched the clear drop get heavier and heavier and longer and longer. Just
when it looked like it was going to break, I leaned over and caught it with
my tongue. There wasn't much flavor, but it was sort of sweet and I liked
how thick it was. I lifted my head to catch more.

As soon as my lips touched the edge of the cock head, it moved forward,
slowly widening my mouth for me.  My teeth scraped the edge. The guy
flinched and the cock jerked. I heard a deep voice on the other side of the
wall say, "Watch it, whore." It had a Mexican accent. Reflexively I said I
was sorry but no one could understand what I was saying because my mouth
was full. Trying to say the words, all I did was open my mouth wider which
made him push his cock in further.

A hand was pinching my nipples. I couldn't move my head much or even my
butt. I figured the hand must be coming from the middle wall, the one
opposite the door. It squeezed my nipples and glided down my stomach until
it found my cock. It squeezed it and played with my penis head which was
still crazy sensitive. The cock in my mouth just kept going further and
further in. When I started to choke, it pulled out and then went in again.
I really liked the musky smell. And the taste -- I had never tasted
anything like it. Between the tongue up my ass and the hand on my dick and
the cock in my mouth, I was squirming and twisting all over the place. Then
the cock in my mouth got harder and thicker. I heard an "Oh,
fuuuuuccccckkkkk!"  come from the other side of the wall and then my mouth
was full of cum and it kept cumming. It was salty and sweet and really
thick. I tried to keep up, instinctively swallowing whatever I could, but
there was too much. I was braced so tightly between the two walls and the
cock was so far in my mouth, there was no way for me to free myself from
it. Cum just overflowed my lips and still kept coming. I slurped at his
slit head and my tongue even got hit with a new spurt of his seed. The
tongue behind me pulled out. I was collapsed on the bench already, so my
ass stayed pressed against the back wall.

The finger returned. I ground my ass against the wall, wanting the finger
inside of me again. It felt like whoever it was was pushing with his
thumb. It felt like he was trying his hardest to get it in, so I pushed my
hardest back like I was taking a dump and then all of a sudden he was in
and I knew it wasn't a thumb. It hurt like hell.  I tried to scream but all
that came out was UCHhhhHHHnhnh!! and a few drops of cum. I couldn't move
away if I wanted to and I wasn't sure if I wanted to or not. The cock in my
mouth went away but another one took its place almost immediately. The arm
in the middle kept jerking me and squeezing my balls and yanking on nipples
and rubbing my body.

After I swallowed the next load and the guy behind me shot his wad in me, a
new arm in the middle pulled me toward it. It wrapped around my small
waist. I felt lips kiss my hip. Then there was another cock up my ass. And
more cum dripping down my leg. A cock pulled out and went back in. Or maybe
it was a different cock. I couldn't tell.

I caught my reflection in the mirror. I was covered in white sprays, some
already drying, some still wet.  I could see the side of the cock in my
mouth and a little of the cock in my ass. My only wish right then was that
I, too, could fuck the guy in the mirror.

Then a new arm reached through the first hole and pulled me toward it. I
ended up on the bench on my back. The hand grabbed my hair and dragged me
back. It let go of my hair and pulled me by the chin so that my head was
leaning back with mouth at the hole. My legs scrambled over the wall
opposite until I settled down on the bench. Another arm grabbed through
that hole and moved my hips.

A cock with a freckle near the head entered my mouth. It was thicker than
any of the other cocks I'd sucked. It was a real strain to fit it in but
there was nowhere for me to move.  It just kept pushing and pushing. I
choked and gagged and tilted my head back further. This was more than I'd
taken in my mouth yet, but it wouldn't stop.  And then, I don't know what
happened, but it suddenly went in what must have been three or four more
inches. I heard an "Ohhhhhhhhh!" from the other side of the wall. The voice
was familiar but I'd heard so many, I couldn't tell what was what any
more. There was no way I could move my head now. My nose was bent almost
totally to the side. My forehead was scraping against the flaking paint.
Another load of cum sprayed out the middle whole and washed over my whole
body.

All the while, another cock entered my ass. It wasn't there long before it
came. Then there was a small one. It felt like it was the size of mine. I
even heard a kid giggle.

Whoever had the long cock in my mouth was groaning real deep. It was just
animal noises and snorts and sniffs. He sounded like a bull. So I was
shocked when he pulled out before cumming and just left. Less than a minute
later, the little kid dick took its place. The kid giggled again. Behind
him I heard what sounded like teenagers.  Maybe they'd already shot loads
in me. I'd taken so many, who knew?

Then I felt my ass being stretched as another cock entered it. I was happy
this one hadn't tried to fuck me earlier. It was so big I'm sure it would
have hurt me if I hadn't been loosened up and lubed by the nearly dozen
cocks I'd already taken. It entered and then kept entering and entering.
And entering. It occurred to me it was the long cock I had deep throated
through the other hole a few minutes ago. The man's moaning confirmed it
was the same guy. I recognized the groan. Somehow it seemed familiar to
me. The cock ground into me. Finally I felt the pubes at the base. The guy
moaned. Then he pulled out nice and slow. God, he was long. He was almost
outside of me when he pounded back into me in one swift push. I gasped and
coughed out cum. Some landed on my face and hit me in the eye. The cock up
my ass pulled out and went in again. And again.

Along the back wall, another cock popped through. I reached up and jerked
it with my hand. I could feel the blood flowing in it.

From the wall behind my ass, I heard "Fuck yeah... Such a fuckin' hole" and
my body went cold and tensed up. I could feel my ass clamp shut. Even he
felt it. "Ohhhh, fuckin' fuckin' FUCK!! Yes! Oh fuck, YESSSS!" I could feel
him trying to pull out his cock but it couldn't go anywhere. My sphincter
had clenched so tight around him, he couldn't get free of me. He pumped me
as well as he could but he wasn't going anywhere. If anything, the
situation was making him more horny. My whole body was frozen. I could feel
my dick getting harder and harder which happens when I freak out. And by
then I was totally freaked out. "Oh man," said the voice. "Yeah,
baby... oh, fuck YES!!..." I knew that voice as well as I knew my own. It
was my dad's.

"You little slut, you got an ass!" he said. He couldn't know it was me. He
just couldn't! He kept pumping me and finally my ass sphincter released so
I could feel him sliding out of me again. "Oh, you nasty little bitch!" I
recognized his laugh. That's how he laughed when I tickled his feet. Or his
armpits when he wore a tank top. He went in again, the force of his push
mashing my face against the opposite wall.  He hit that spot that makes me
moan and I jumped. Well, as much as I could seeing as how I had his cock up
my ass and another one in my mouth and a random hand poking out of the
middle wall squeezing the juice out of my own piece of meat. "You liked
that, didn't you?" He did it again, but this time he twisted his body. I
felt his cock twist in me like nothing I'd felt before. It went over my
spot again and I suddenly had to pee so bad. He settled into a position and
kept pumping.

The cock in my mouth also started to go faster. Next thing I knew, the cock
in my mouth was shooting. My lips were squeezed tightly around it so I felt
every pulse through his shaft before it ever hit my mouth. There was too
much for me to swallow. It trickled out my mouth and some even came out my
nose. He pulled out and sprayed the last few wads on my face. He smeared it
on my cheek and left.

A cock squeezed alongside the arm in the middle wall. Instinctively my hand
grabbed it started jerking it. Suddenly it got thick and became a hose
spraying cum all over me.

Behind me, my dad was peaking. His cock was bigger and thicker and then I
felt it pulse. He moaned and banged his fists on the wall. His voice
triggered something in me and next thing I knew, I was cumming in the fist
wrapped around my own cock. The hand was unrelenting. It twisted so it was
able to jerk me and catch my spunk all at the same time. When I'd finished
unloading -- which took a great long time -- the guy took his hand and
smeared my chest and abdomen with cum. He spread it on my sides and under
my armpits and on my nipples. I was a sticky, shiny mess.


My dad pulled out of me.  All I heard was "Jesus" followed by his laughter
and a zipper. His footsteps receded.

I collapsed on the bench, slumped against the back wall next to the hole,
exhausted. I was staring at my own reflection. My hair was a sweaty mess
with white streaks in it. Cum dripped out my nose like snot. More cum
dripped from my slack mouth. Some dried cum was on my neck and chest along
with the fresh stuff. I could see my own rosebud from this position. It was
a steady fountain of white. Then my body would twitch and a bigger load
would flow out for a second. I was a mess. And so fucking, fucking hot.

I'm not sure how much time passed before I realized no more men showed up
at the holes. I was alone again.  I didn't have the energy to worry if the
trucker was coming back or what was going to happen to me. I was spent. If
I'd died, I'd have been happy. Maybe I'd have been better off if I had.

Eventually I heard the sound of familiar footsteps on loose grit. They
approached and stopped outside the stall. I heard the metallic click in the
door. It opened a bit. The trucker was back. He looked me over and gave a
kind of snort. "Special enough for you?"

I moved my mouth to speak and cum poured out. There was a pool of it in my
mouth I hadn't even swallowed.  It was a waterfall of cum flowing down my
chin and falling onto my belly. It overflowed my bellybutton and kept
going. Some dripped off my side, some between my legs, some coming to rest
at the base of my spent little cock. I know because I could still see it in
the mirror.

He stood me up and wiped me down with wet towels. He didn't say anything.
When I was cleaned up and dry he gave me back my clothes. I put on my pants
and felt my phone was still there. I was so relieved. Still pretty shaken
up over the whole experience but relieved the phone hadn't gotten lost. My
folks would have killed me if I had lost the phone.

After I was dressed, he pulled me out of the stall. He took apart the bench
and returned the separate panels to the walls so that they covered the
holes. Then he shut the stall door and locked it.

The main door to the restroom was locked. He had a key to that, too. He
said if he didn't come back it would be safe for me to leave about a minute
after he did. So I waited. When he didn't come back, I left and headed back
to the R.V. There was no way I could have run. My legs were too wobbly and
my whole body was tingly. Before I got to the R.V. I made a detour through
some bushes and trees surrounding the campground. I made a point of getting
a little dirty. Then I went to the R.V.

I saw my little sister in the playground near the parking lot. My folks
were with her, so I joined them.

"And where have you been?"  my mom asked.

My dad looked panicked. I'd never thought of him as anything but my dad
before. But now... "I was looking all over for you! Jesus, you had us
scared." The way he said Jesus -- I could feel myself getting hard. I dug
my hands in my pockets like I was sorry for making them scared, which I
guess I kind of was, but mostly to move my dick so it wouldn't stick out
and make a precum stain.

My mom had me sit next to her. She said she didn't blame me for running off
like I did. "We all need to burn off energy sometimes. I mean, everybody
goes wild every once in awhile." She put her arm around me and held me
tight.

My phone vibrated. I had a text. Maybe it was Dwayne. I wasn't sure if I'd
tell him about today. I wasn't sure how I felt about it yet. I didn't
recognize the number of the text. It was blank. Then a second text came
through from the same number. It was a picture of me when I was sitting on
the bench covered with cum. I quickly turned the screen so my mom couldn't
see. The picture must have been taken through the hole along that back
wall. I just never noticed the camera. The trucker had had my camera the
whole time. That's how he got my number. What else did he learn about me?
My address? My name? All my contacts? Everything was on that phone.

Another text came in. It was another picture of me. This time I had a cock
in my mouth. Then there was one that caught me with a cock in my mouth and
another cock up my ass. I saw my dad's freckled cock in one picture. There
was even one that captured my tongue stretching out for ejaculate flying
through the air. I quickly got out of the text messaging so I wouldn't have
to look at the pictures and just sat there paralyzed with Mom's arm around
me and my phone in my hand.

Mom said, "Somebody's getting cold," held me tighter and started rubbing
me.

Dad said something about calling work, then, "Aw man, my battery's dead."
He reached for my phone. "Let me use yours." Before I could stop him, he
had it and was pushing in numbers.  It all happened so fast and Mom had me
so tight, there was nothing I could do.  Dad held the phone up to his ear
to start his call when I heard the phone vibrate indicating another text
had come through.