Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2003 13:45:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Jeff Spencer Subject: Trucker's Helper, Part 2 (M/t, oral, anal) This story involves descriptions of a sexual encounter between males of different generations. It is, regrettably, fiction. Be warned, and do not read if reading this type of story is illegal for you. If you'd like to comment on this story, you can send comments to Jeff Spencer at ecolio157h700@yahoo.com. Please contribute some money to Nifty if you enjoy this and other works found there. ============================== "Ryan, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," I said. Well, of course I knew exactly what came over me, I was as horny as hell looking at this hot 13 year old's hard, wet dick. But it wasn't fair to Ryan to turn him into a sex toy. That beautiful boy deserved far better than that, and so far he hadn't received it from his father, who threw him out upon finding that he was gay, or from the sleazy, slimy pimp who picked him up at an L.A. bus station. Ryan looked at me from across the truck cab with hurt eyes. "Alex, I thought we..." but he didn't finish, instead turning and looking out the windshield of my Kenworth into the dark of the Arizona desert. I saw his hands clench and unclench, and I knew I'd said the wrong thing. "I loved what we just did, Ryan. God, I loved it more than anything I've ever done! But I don't want to take advantage of you like everyone else has. We need to talk about this a lot more, but this isn't the best place for it. How about we get some food and a place to spend the night?" Ryan looked up at me with dawning hope in his blue eyes, and a tentative smile flickered across his lightly freckled face. "Okay, Alex, that sounds nice," he said, and his body relaxed. "Can I turn on the radio?" "Sure, put on whatever you like, it's satellite radio," I said, and grinned back at him. I started up the engine, and pulled the tractor-trailer through the rough pullout behind the grove of mesquites, back towards the road some 200 feet away. The pulsing beat of reggae filled the cab. "Wow, I'd have never pegged you as a reggae fan, Ryan," I said. "Yeah, I like Bob Marley and Ziggy Marley's stuff, I love to dance to the music in my room. Well, I don't have a room anymore, but..." he didn't finish. "But if you did, you'd be dancing right now, huh?" I said, looking deeply into his sparkling eyes. It sure didn't take much to make Ryan happy. What a sweet boy, who deserved so much more than he'd gotten so far. He'd told me that his father had made it clear that Ryan was dead to him, after finding Ryan engrossed in a kiss with his best friend Matt, and with his small fingers wrapped around Matt's hard cock. He'd thrown Ryan out, and Ryan had scraped enough money together to get to LA, with vague thoughts of somehow getting on TV. He'd been easy prey for a pimp as soon as he stepped off the bus. 4'11" tall, 85 pounds soaking wet, with an adorable All-American face, even white teeth, snub nose, a dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose, blue eyes sprinkled with green, and longish blond hair, it was clear the pimp saw him as an easy meal ticket with the rich perverts of Beverly Hills, and the Hollywood foothills. Eventually realizing the danger that he'd put himself in, Ryan had made his escape from the pimp in a secluded truckstop parking lot, which is where I came in, running the cowardly pimp off and agreeing to take Ryan to some medical care. Subsequently declining the medical treatment, Ryan talked me into giving him a ride to his cousins' home in Vermont, as I was on my way from LA To Poughkeepsie with a load of stereo equipment. We'd both been surprised, I think, when we found ourselves cumming in each other's hand and cleaning each other's cock with our lips and tongue. I was probably more surprised, as I'd never viewed myself as gay, and had never been all that sexually active. Certainly not with a 13-year old boy! We drove along the Arizona highway, on our way to I-40, which could easily take us a long way across country. In a rural section of Arizona outside of Flagstaff, we found a small country motel, with space for semi parking and a café next door. About a quarter-mile down the road was a Wal-Mart, where I could pick up some necessary supplies. Checking us in as "A. Ross and son," we then walked down the strip of rooms to ours at the end. I opened the door, and let Ryan in under my arm. He was like a kid in a candy store! "Wow, cool! Look, a 25" TV! And a cool mirror at the sink, you can practically see the whole room in it! And little shampoos, and coffees and stuff! And a microwave and a refrigerator! Cool!" The delight was evident in Ryan's words, and the way he pranced around the room, and by the way he bounced up and down on the queen size bed toward the back of the room, closest to the bathroom. "Guess that's yours," I smiled, and put my small ditty bag on the front bed. "How's about I go out and get us some stuff from Walmart, and some dinner from next door, while you take a shower and clean up?" Ryan smile happily, and nodded his head in agreement. "Don't open the door to anybody but me, okay?" I said, and he nodded, looking more serious now. "Yeah, there's some bad people out there," he said somberly. As I closed the door, my last sight of Ryan had him pulling his knit shirt off and throwing it on the floor, displaying his fair white skin, flat stomach and tiny pink nipples as he headed toward rhe door, then the bathroom. I felt a stirring in my groin, but closed the door and waited to hear him secure the deadbolt and chain. I felt better when I heard the rattle of the chain, then headed toward the store, walking along the frontage road. I worked up a slight sweat in the Arizona heat, but it felt good to get some exercise after sitting in the truck most of the day. They say you don't sweat in Arizona, but that's wrong. You sweat just as much as anywhere else, maybe more, but it evaporates before you can feel it. When I walked in the front door of the Super Walmart, the cool air felt like an icy blast, but it was a welcome feeling. I knew that Ryan had nothing with him for travel but his good looks and great personality, so I set out to get him some clothes and other stuff. I was totally unused to shopping in the boys' section, but I could eyeball the clothes and hope for the best. Pushing the oversized shopping cart around, I stopped at the jeans section, and found a pair that looked suitably faded. Fashions come and go, but nobody likes new look jeans, even young boys. Heading over to the shirts, I found myself scratching my head. What do 13 year olds like in shirts? Not a clue. Instead of getting him something fancy he'd scrunch his adorable nose up at, I got him a couple of tee shirts with the Arizona Diamondbacks, and Phoenix Cardinals logos on them. Hey, every guy likes sports, right? Then I scooted over to boys' underwear, and found my gaze lingering on the young boys modeling underpants on the package cover. Funny how a day can change your outlook, I thought. I picked out a package of 6 bikini style underpants in assorted colors. If he didn't like them, there was a strong chance I'd like their look on him. I mentally castigated myself for thinking exploitatively of someone who was depending on me, but I had to admit that, while I wanted to keep Ryan safe, he also made me horny as hell! I got us some stuff over in the pharmacy area, mainly shaving stuff, then to the sports bag section, where I got us each a small backpack size bag to put our stuff in. Paying at the register, I carried the bags out, then headed to the diner next door to the motel. After a warm Western greeting from the hostess, I told her that I wanted two carry out orders of club sandwiches with fries, and desserts. I figured that the chocolate cream pie looked to be a good choice. After waiting a few minutes, the hostess brought my order to me. After paying, including a generous tip for her speed, I headed out the door to the motel. Passing a departing semi that had been parked near mine, I picked up a couple of sodas from the vending machine 2 rooms down, then I knocked on the door of our room. I heard small footsteps approach the door, and a tremulous voice say, "Who is it?" "It's me, Ryan," I said, and the door was flung open. There stood a naked Ryan, sobbing madly. Rushing in so no one would see a naked boy at the door, I said, "Ryan, what's wrong?" It was hard to make out with his voice catching and all, but he said, "I, I thought you were, you were leaving me here all alone. I heard your truck start up, up, uh, uh," and he began crying again. Putting my bags on the floor, I gathered Ryan up in my arms, enjoying the feel of naked boy, and said, "Ryan, that was another truck. I won't leave you, I promise, unless you tell me you WANT me to." "I'll never want you to leave, Alex, never!" he said, and I hugged him fiercely. I nuzzled his neck, and breathed in the sweet aroma of fresh, clean boy smell. I could feel my cock growing in my pants. He hugged me back, then reluctantly let loose his arms from around my neck. "Uhh, what smells so good?" he said, and started rooting through the bags. "Huh," I said. "Hunger waits for no man, or boy." I set the sodas and bags of food on the counter, then started removing my shoes. "You look like you're pretty clean, but I've got to get clean, too," I said. "Time for MY shower." When I got to the bathroom, the tub was full of grayish soapy water, the residue of a small boy bath, including plenty of water on the floor. "Hey, Ryan, how come you didn't take a shower?" I yelled into the next room. "I couldn't figure out how to make it shower," he said. Looking at it, I could see his confusion. It was one of those kind where you pull down a ring inside the faucet to convert it to a shower. After draining the tub, I stripped down completely and turned on the water. Bending over to turn on the water, completely naked, I looked back to see Ryan standing outside the door to the bathroom, a sandwich quarter already halfway in his mouth, staring at my naked ass. I wiggled it at him, and he giggled, then walked back to turn on the TV. I took a leisurely, soaking hot shower, shampooing and cleaning every crevice, then climbed out and toweled off. I wrapped the towel around my waist, and walked out to the bedroom. My mouth dropped open at the beautiful scene in front of me. Ryan was lying, still completely naked, on his stomach on a bath towel spread out on the bed, his head at the foot of the bed, staring intently at some show, I think it was "Buffy, the Vampire Slayer." I stood transfixed, enjoying the view of his small buns as he kicked his legs to the bed, then back up, over and over. His ass was completely smooth and round, his little cheeks jiggling slightly as he moved, the crevice between them opening and then closing again. His small, thin shoulders flexed with the motion of his lower body, his chin resting on the bedspread. I walked over, then lay next to him, on my back, to rest for a moment before getting dressed. The next thing I knew, I was sound asleep. I guess the day's excitement had taken a lot out of me. I woke up maybe a half hour later later, to find Ryan up on his elbows, my towel opened at the front, and pulled off my hips. His warm lips were wrapped around the head of my 6" cock, and his fingers were slowly sliding up and down the shaft of my thick prick, from just under the silky head of my penis to the hairy bush surrounding the base of the shaft, and trailing down to my balls. He slowly slipped his warm, wet, plump lips down the shaft of my cock, enveloping me in the silky heat of his teenage mouth. Careful not to use his teeth, Ryan swirled his tongue around my cock shaft, and as he pulled his mouth up, into and around my generously wide piss slit, licking up the pre cum that oozed out of it. He was salivating wildly, and swallowing continuously, apparently due to his love of the taste of my penis, but it gave the impression that I was continuously shooting hot loads of sperm into his sweet mouth, which oddly, had the effect of me oozing even more into his mouth. Occasionally, he'd pause to lick his lips, to catch the saliva or cum that was leaking around the otherwise air tight hold his lips had on my cock. The greatest turn on was when he'd look over to my face, to see if I was enjoying his love making. I kept my eyes near closed, so I'm not sure if he knew I was awake at first. Finally, though, I could stand the one-way love making no longer. I reached over to his slim, boy hips, as he was lying on his side, and picked him up, pulling him on to my face. He put his knees down to support his weight, then lifted himself up high enough that his 4" circumcised dick hung into my mouth. He moaned loudly when I slipped my mouth over his hard rod, which also was dripping with pre cum. My right hand went to caress his tight balls, and as I lightly rolled them in my fingers, he wiggled his hips in ecstasy. His sucking on my cock became harder, and more furious, and it seemed clear that he was already close to shooting. I so much wanted him to shoot in my mouth, so that I could savor the sweet taste of his boyish cum yet again. Breathing around his cock, and his balls, which were sagging slightly onto my nose, I took in the fresh, clean smell of a young boy's crotch. I ran my tongue across his tiny piss slit, and the flow from his little hole seemed to increase. His hips were wiggling around, and I had to grasp his small ass to keep his dick in my mouth. I could feel the warmth of his hot butt radiating through my hand, as I grasped his bottom, one cheek swallowed up by my large hand. Then, Ryan took his mouth off my dick to gasp, "Uhh, uhh, ohh, ohh, lick me harder, please! My dick feels like it's gonna explode!" He thrust harder, again and again, into my mouth, and I was afraid he'd scrape himself against my teeth. It felt like his dick was going down my throat, but I wanted to get all of him inside my mouth, and pleasure him into mad ecstasy. "Suck me, Alex! Suck on my cock! Lick your little boy's hot dick! Swallow my load of cum, lover! I want to fill my daddy's hot mouth with my hot load! UHH! UHH! FUCK! FUCKIN' COCKSUCKER! EAT MY LOAD, FAGGOT!" It was exciting to hear him repeat the lewd terms I'd used when he made me cum earlier. "Ohh, yeah! Suck on my hot cock! I want to fill your mouth with cum, baby! YES! YES! UHH! YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!" As he stretched out this last word, his sweet dick erupted in globules of creamy boy cum, right onto my tongue and face. Again and again he shot ropes of his sticky white essence, into my willing and eager mouth, and I savored the taste and smell, then swallowed his cream. Ryan was fucking in and out of my mouth as he shot his load, most of it ending up in my mouth, but some shooting onto my chin on his out stroke. The rhythmic pumping of his slim hips slowed, though, and he slumped onto my body, my still-stiff dick resting against his rosy-red, flushed cheeks. He sighed happily, then pulled himself into a fetal position against my stomach and crotch. When he did this, he pulled his knees under him, which had the effect of spreading his ass cheeks as wide as possible, and opening up his ass pucker. I looked at his hot ass hole for the very first time, and began salivating at the lovely sight. I was still revved up, as I hadn't yet cum, so I slipped my hands over his smooth hips, and pulled his butt hole down to my mouth. Ryan scrunched his ass downwards, so that I didn't need to lift my head to have total access to his sweet ass. I inhaled the fragrance of Ryan's hot little bottom, and marveled at how fresh and clean his nether hole could be. I tentatively licked out with my tongue at the smooth skin between Ryan's now-slimy cock, and his pink ass hole. Ryan giggled as he felt my tongue slickly glide along that pleasure road, and wiggled his ass further downward to feel my wet heat closer to his sensitive ass hole. My tongue rode roughshod over the bumpy, wrinkled ring surrounding his hole, then quickly slipped into the smooth flesh inside his ass pucker. Ryan sighed as he felt my thick tongue enter his tight hole, and pressed back against it, sitting up slightly. My tongue slipped further and further inside Ryan's 13 year old ass hole, until I was fucking him at least 2 or 3 inches inside his rectum, and his warm, pink ass cheeks were draped on both sides of my face. Ryan moaned louder at this anal intrusion. "Ohh, Alex, your mouth is sooo hot and wet on my butt! It feels like a hot worm wiggling inside me! Please lick me harder, please! Deeper! Yeah, lick my bottom, Alex! Your hot tongue is fucking my rear end! Uhhh! Alex, please play with my ass lots more! It feels soooo good!" He cooed. After a few minutes of this, Ryan whirled around and lay on top of me, and began kissing me, his hot, full lips pressed against mine. His hands wrapped themselves around my extremely stiff and oozing dick, alternately squeezing and rubbing it. My hands went to his small butt cheeks, where I encased each small globe in my large hands, squeezing their softness and loving their warmth and silkiness. "Touch me back there some more, please Alex!" Ryan gasped. My index fingers went to his small puckered opening, and it was clear that, even with my saliva lubricating his ass hole, I couldn't get more than one finger inside his hole. But I slowly slid my finger inside, at first up to just the first knuckle, then up to the second knuckle. "OHH!" was all that Ryan could gasp out. "Does that hurt, Ryan?" I said, alarmed. Ryan just pressed his face into my smooth chest, and nodded. "Do you want me to stop?" I said. Ryan slowly shook his head from side to side, but kept his face buried in my chest. "Do it deeper," he whispered. I continued slipping my index finger deeper inside his coal-hot rectum, until I was in all the way up to the third knuckle. Ryan lay still as his rectum adjusted to this invader, then slowly, imperceptibly at first, his hips began rotating around and around. I slowly eased my finger out of his ass as he wiggled on top of me, and as my finger nearly pulled out of his tight, gripping hole, Ryan whispered furiously, "Put it back in!" Doing as I was ordered, I slid my finger back in, harder and faster this time, and Ryan immediately humped himself against it. I began fucking him in earnest, then, seeing that he was coming to enjoy being fucked in his sensitive ass, if only with my finger. Soon, Ryan lifted his face up to mine, his lips just slightly apart, his pearly white teeth visible just beyond the tip of his pink tongue, which was wetting his full lips. He stared straight into my eyes from inches away, and pressed his lips to mine, his tongue thrusting through his open mouthed kiss, to enter my mouth, and play with my tongue. We battled like that for a few minutes, maybe ten or so, kissing passionately, while his hands stroked my cock, and my finger deeply fucked his wonderfully tight young boy's ass hole. "Alex, your finger feels like heaven in my ass," he said. "Is that what fucking is?" I was losing myself in the sensations coming from my cock, and the feeling and thought of having my finger up a teenage boy's butt, so I growled lightly, "Not now, Ryan, I want to cum on you!" He grinned happily, and swung himself around once again, with his hot mouth over my hard, hairy dick, and his young cock and tight ass hole by my face. I withdrew my finger from his ass, wet it and another thoroughly in my mouth, then began easing them both into his ever-expanding young hole. "Ohh, god, Alex, your fingers are filling me so full!" He grunted, but made no effort to escape their attack. I wrapped my lips once again on his wet dick, which was nearly fully hard once again, and sucked him in. This time, though, I concentrated on my own climax. Picturing the lustful picture we made, an 180 pound 27 year old man, in bed with an 85 pound, 13 year old child, both naked, both stroking the other's body in a deep sexual rutting. I pictured my mouth licking his young cock, his small hands and mouth on my rampant, dripping rod, and my two fingers impaled deep inside his tight, hot rectum, and I blew my load, nearly knocking Ryan's head back. He gamely held on, trying to drink in as much of my hot, male cream as he could, and he was at least partially successful. I came back out of my animal lust, as Ryan nursed a little while on my dick, and I slowly slipped my fingers from his ass. He turned his head and shoulders back to me to look at me, his blond hair askew, and grinned, with a fat glob of cum running down his chin. Then, giving my softening dick one last kiss, he wheeled around and, looking deeply in my eyes said, "It's our 12-hour anniversary," nestled himself between my right arm, and chest, and promptly fell asleep! I lifted myself up, grabbed the sandwich off the bedside stand and began reflecting on my new friend and lover. ================================= I hope you enjoyed part 2 of "Trucker's Helper." Let me know what you think of this series so far, won't you? Email me at ecolio157h700@yahoo.com.