Date: Sat, 20 Aug 2022 00:04:22 +0000
From: Lizard69 <69lizard69@pm.me>
Subject: Truckin'

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Truckin'
(Mm, reluctant)
Lizard69


	I wouldn't have picked the truck stop as a place to look for a
ride.  It was far enough out of town I needed a ride to get there.  I'd
spent so much time waving my thumb at the on ramp, that when the guy who
finally picked me up decided to stop for gas I made a dash for the
restroom.  I should have guessed he'd be gone before I got back.

	As far as I knew nobody was actually looking for me, at least not
yet.  I'm not like, a *little* kid but I'm small for my age and young
enough I really should have been in school.  If I spent much more time
trying to catch a ride some cop was going to notice.  Sure enough, the
thought hardly formed when a cop pulled up and started questioning a guy
panhandling near the exit.  I ducked out the door towards the truck lot and
sat down on the edge of a planter to figure out what to do next.  It was
reflex more than any real hope that caused me to wave a thumb when a driver
came out.

	My lip had quit bleeding but the shiner was gonna get worse before
it got any better.  He was already past me, like any sane person who didn't
want to get involved, when he stopped and turned.

	"Should I even ask about the other guy?"

	"Not a scratch unless he hurt his knuckles hitting me."

	"Where you heading?"

	"As far from here as I can get, in any direction."

	"I got a load for New York.  Not sure I'd feel right about dumping
a stray kid there.  I'll probably regret this but come along.  With luck
you'll pick some other place to get out.  Worse comes to worse, you can
find somebody to slap you around just about anywhere.  I'm Rick, in case
you might be interested."

	"Uh, I'm Mike."

	"Pleased ta meet cha.  We're heading for the blue Peterbilt over
there."

	After he got it unlocked, he had to coach me on how to get the door
open and climb up to the passenger seat.  I'd never been inside a semi
tractor before.  While the engine idled building enough air pressure to
release the brakes he gave me a short tour of the cab and walk in sleeper,
explaining how things worked and what to keep my hands off.

	Rick didn't exactly interrogate me.  It might not even have been
intentional.  I guess he was so used to running solo that it didn't bother
him when a pause in conversation seemed to draw out until something just
*had* to fill the empty space.  By the time he stopped for lunch, we were
out of state and most of the way across another.

	"Don't be afraid to eat, I'm buying.  From what you've told me so
far your mom isn't a whore even if she spends enough time on her back to
rate a union card.  Your dad isn't a total loser.  He had brains enough to
run when he knocked her up.  Have you ever heard from him?"

	"Once.  He was temporarily out of jail.  He got drunk or stoned or
both and started thinking about what might have been until he called.  I
couldn't understand what he was rambling about.  I don't think mom could
either but he must have understood what she'd do to him if he ever got
where she could reach.  I never met him in person."

	"From the way you described her other boyfriends she hasn't got any
better at picking winners.  This latest guy though..."

	"I shouldn't have got in the way."

	"Maybe.  This is gonna be kind of deep for a kid and it doesn't
help that I'm talking about your mom.  There are plenty of women out there
who seem to believe the worse a guy treats them the more he's worth.  I can
sort of understand them letting a millionaire get away with being a jerk.
Hanging with a jerk, knowing he's just a jerk, and treating him like a
millionaire because he's acting like a jerk doesn't make any sense to me.
Still, if that's how they choose to be, it's not my problem.  I won't be
anywhere near them.  When one of them gets to the point where she's willing
to throw her kid under the bus if that's what it takes to hang onto the
jerk...  Well, it's still not my problem, but you're probably better off
out of there, even if you don't have anywhere to go."

	We racked up a lot more miles that afternoon but it still wasn't
very late when he pulled into a mall parking lot.

	"It's only a few more miles to the next truck stop and my travel
clock is running out.  I'm required to park after I hit the daily time
limit.  I'm going to eat, grab a shower and relax for a while before I hit
the rack.  This rig is my home and if you're living in it you can't stay
grubby.  You hit the road with the clothes on your back so we need to pick
up something for you to change into.  Don't get the idea I'm adopting you.
We'll have to work something out later.  For now let's get you a duffel and
at least a change of clothes."

	Rick got us on the shower list before we finished eating.  We had
to wait a little longer for two stalls to open at once but it was better
that he could walk me through the setup.  He finished a little ahead and
was already relaxing when I climbed back into the truck.  Dressed in
sweats, cold beer in hand, a movie in the player, he shifted over to give
me room to sit on the bunk.  I wasn't too surprised that it was porn.
Things didn't get really awkward until I saw what kind of porn.  The dude
on screen wasn't fucking some skinny little tomboy.  It was a pair of guys.

	"Uh, maybe I should take a walk."

	"Maybe you should.  If you do, maybe you shouldn't bother to come
back.  Remember what I said about working something out later?"

	"You're telling me it's later?  You were really nice to me.  Like,
saying thanks doesn't even begin to cover it, but I'm not like that.  I
want to fuck girls."

	"Uh-huh, I'm not queer either.  About twenty minutes after you
leave I'll be paying some lot lizard to drop her pants.  Look out the
windshield.  See that cow with the belly flab spilling over the top of her
shorts?  The one with the meth sores on her face and the ratty, greasy
hair?  You know what the worst part is?  She charges more than I already
spent on you."

	"You're kidding."

	"I wish!  I can wear a condom and I wouldn't kiss her if she won
the lottery.  I got a horse blanket to cover the bunk so she doesn't drop
scabs and crotch critters in my bed.  I've even got some heavy duty air
freshener to handle the smell.  The thing is, about half a minute after I
stop being horny I'll be missing a chunk of cash I'd like to keep and
holding a memory I'd like to get rid of."

	Rick put his arm around my shoulders.  I wanted to run, felt like I
was going to curl up and die, but knew I wasn't going to do either.

	"You don't have to do anything.  Whenever you want to leave you're
free to go."

	Yeah, I was free... and broke.  If I left I could probably hitch a
ride back to my moms place before I starved.  If I didn't do that I could
keep on hitching and begging meals for a while.  Sooner or later though
somebody would want to take it out in trade and they might not be nice
enough to give me a choice.  While I was trying to make up my mind his free
hand was popping the buttons on my shirt.

	I've heard since then that some girls, when they're getting raped,
kind of go away inside.  Maybe I'm tougher than that.  Maybe I just
couldn't figure out how fast enough for it to do any good.  Maybe it only
works if it's rape.  When his greasy cock finally stretched my ass enough
to slip inside I really, really, wanted it to be happening to somebody
else.

	I was on my back, his arms hooked behind my knees, pulling them up
and apart, trying to look anywhere but at his face.  The tip of his tongue
was tracing the shell of my ear while he slowly sank into me until I could
feel his scratchy pubes against my ass.  Rick stopped there, letting me get
used to how it felt, for so long I started to wonder if this was it.
Instead, he quit tongue fucking my ear long enough to tell me what he
wanted.

	"I don't expect much.  A girls first time all she really has to do
is be there.  It's nothing like the first time a guy manages to get some
girls pants off.  I'll settle for something in between.  Tell me that you
like it."

	"Are you nuts?  It hurts!"

	"I didn't ask you to tell me how it feels.  I want you to tell me
that you *like* it... getting man fucked."

	"I...  Uh...  Ilikegettingmanfucked."

	"Ok, that's good enough for now.  Start jerking off."

	"What?!"

	"I'm not going to bust a nut unless we get some motion going.  You
could just lay there and let me do the work.  Thing is, unless you're
planning to leave here walking, having me ream you `til you can't sit down
isn't going to work very good.  While you're jerking a load off you're
going to move some, maybe enough to get me off too.  If not, I'll at least
give you credit for trying and finish solo.  It's up to you.  We're already
started.  That's the shortest run to the finish line."

	I started to tell him I couldn't do that, then gave up before I
actually said anything.  A teenage boy who can't jack off is a fictional
character.  Before long I was feeling like I was under some sort of curse,
stuck in this nightmare place where I was too hard and horny to stop but
not quite able to cum.  Again and again I'd get right to the edge before
the fact that I was laying there with a perverts dick up my ass would keep
me from letting go.  Somewhere along the line Rick must have figured out
what the problem was.  He waited until I peaked one last time, then pulled
out.  I was shooting so hard some of it splashed my face.  At least I think
that was mine, he was also jerking a load on my belly and chest.

	I wouldn't normally consider jerking off to be exercise.  The
"death march" nature of this session along with the intensity had turned it
into something bordering on brutal.  Laying there, trying to catch my
breath, splattered with what felt like buckets of cum, I was already pretty
close to speechless when Rick picked up the phone he had propped in a
storage pocket and zoomed in to do a slow pan up and down my naked body.

	"Oh My God!  Don't record that!"

	"Too late, I've already got it."

	"Then delete it!  Please!  I'll die, really, I will just fuckin'
DIE if anyone I know ever sees it."

	"Then I guess we'll have to make sure that never happens."

	A cold slimy lump formed in the pit of my stomach as I began to
wonder how early he started the recording.  Did he manage to catch, like,
everything?  How, exactly, were "we" going to "make sure" that nobody ever
saw that video.  I guess it must have shown on my face.  Rick started
looking concerned as he went on.

	"Hey, relax, I don't do blackmail, not for something as easy as
getting my dick wet.  I meant it when I said you can leave any time you
like, no harm, no foul.  But what if leaving isn't your choice?  What if
somebody sees you traveling with a crusty old trucker and thinks it looks
suspicious enough to call the cops?"

	"Uh..."

	"Yeah, that, plus change."

	He tossed me a tub of wet wipes.

	"As hot as you look in nothing but socks, you should probably mop
up the cock snot and put some clothes on.  I'm not looking forward to
calling your mom but putting it off until after she calls the cops isn't
going to make it any easier."

	"Oh shit!  Do you have to?"

	"There's all sorts of ways this can go.  One is that you take off,
either as soon as you can get dressed, or after a good nights sleep and I
buy you breakfast.  In that case I keep the video as part of my private
collection until I'm more worried about getting caught with CP than I am
that you'll tell somebody.  That might be ten minutes after you leave or
ten years down the road."

	"What if I don't take off?"

	"Another choice is that we set you up with a cover story about why
you're riding with me.  That means getting your mom involved, at least
enough that she'll keep her mouth shut and let you go."

	"Uh...  Will I have to let you do it again?"

	"If you're riding with me, we're going to make each other cum now
and then.  If you hook up with somebody else what you do isn't my problem.
Use my phone.  Dial, let her know it's you, then hand her off to me."

	At the last second I wimped out, handing Rick the phone before she
even picked up.

	"Hi, is this Lisa?  Mikes mom?"

	"Yeah, who are you, why isn't the little shit home yet, and what
did he fuck up this time?"

	"I'm Rick, a friend of his.  You must have guessed by now that he
isn't too fond of your latest boyfriend.  He also isn't interested in
forcing you to choose one or the other.  So here's the deal.  You can pitch
a fit, threaten to call the cops if he doesn't come home right fuckin' now.
If you do, I'll hand him off to social services along with bus fare and
lunch money.  They won't ship him to you.  They'll pass him to their
coworkers in your town and open an investigation.  Maybe he'll end up at
home eventually.  I wouldn't bet on it.  Or..."

	"Or what?"

	"Or we can cover for each other for a week or three while he sorts
things out.  Anybody asks you where he's at, you tell them he's catching a
ride with his trucker uncle Rick and if they push it, give them my number.
Anybody asks me and I tell them my sister-in-laws kid needed some space to
sort things out.  If they still think it's any of their business I give
them your number and you tell them to fuck off."

	"What makes you think I'd hand my kid to a complete stranger and
let him get dragged off to God knows where?"

	"If half of what he's told me so far is true you're never going to
win any parenting awards.  I'm betting you still care enough that you'll
pick choice one or two in order to avoid what's behind door number three.
I can kick him out of my truck.  I can't make him go home.  Right now you
have a number where you can check and make sure he's still all right.  I'm
going out of my way to do that much for either one of you.  Give me any
more shit and the two of you can work out your own problems. I'm fuggin'
gone.  Understand?"

	Rick passed me the phone.

	"Uh, hi...  I don't know, a week, maybe two...  All I know for sure
is that dickhead isn't going to slap me around.  If you can't keep him off
me, I have to find somebody who can...  Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow."

	I'm not sure how long I sat there staring at the phone in my hand

	"Are you all right?"

	"She didn't even ask."

	"Ask what?"

	"Anything.  Who you are.  Where we're going.  You could have a gun
at my head.  She didn't even care enough to *ask*!"

	"Don't let it bother you.  Sometimes the best you can do when you
know you won't like the answers is not to ask the questions.  I'm going to
hit the rack.  I'll be rolling before sunrise.  You can join me in the bunk
or try to sleep in the passenger seat."

	"If I'm in the bunk, will you... you know, again?"

	"If you're in my rig, *where* you are in my rig doesn't matter.
When I get horny you can fuck or leave.  If you're gonna spend the whole
day in that seat, you should probably get comfortable while you can."

	A sleeper bunk isn't really made for two people, even if one of
them is a skinny kid barely into his teens.  We had to spoon and I guess it
just made sense for me to be on the inside.  It also made sense that Rick
normally faced the wall to keep whatever stray headlight glare leaked in
out of his eyes.  Together, that left me feeling trapped and kept me awake
for some endless time.  The next morning caught me by surprise, something
that rarely happened to me.

	"Rise and shine kid.  We've got just enough time to hit the john
and grab some chow before the clock says I can roll again.  One thing
though, if you're still in my rig when it rolls we have stuff to discuss.
Until then, you're just a kid doing a ride along.  Whatever happens in the
rig, stays in the rig.  You good with that?"

	"Like, you think I'm gonna walk in and tell the whole place you're
fucking me?!"

	"Not intentionally, any more than I'd bend you over the table and
get a load off while we're waiting for our food.  I'm not telling you to,
`act natural'.  It takes movie stars years to learn how to do that and most
of them never get as good at it as they would like.  I'll try to help by
keeping a conversation going that has nothing to do with what happened last
night or might happen later.  If you can chat over breakfast about shit
that don't matter we should be fine."

	I guess I did ok in the truck stop.  At least I didn't notice
anybody giving us an unusual amount of attention.  It wasn't until we were
heading back and getting near the rig that I started to slow down.

	"Looks like you aren't in any hurry to return to the scene of the
crime.  I don't do abductions.  It's your choice but I'm not going to stand
here all day.  Either get in or get lost."

	I managed to stay interested in the passing scenery for about a
mile and a half after we were back on the interstate.  The front office of
a semi truck is a lot bigger than your average car.  Even with the sleeper
though, it's a pretty small room, especially for the elephant in there with
us.

	"You're gonna make me do it again, like last night?"

	"No more than I *made* you do it the first time.  By the end of the
day, I'm looking forward to a square meal, a cold beer and a hot fuck.  I'm
not overly choosy about where I get any or all of them.  If pretending to
be little miss innocent when your own dick is hard enough you could ram it
through oak makes it hotter for you, I'm not going to give you a hard time
about it."

	"It's not...  I never...  I mean it wasn't pretending."

	"Yeah, I got that.  You did pretty good for a first time.  You'll
get better."

	"I... Uh...  I'm not sure I want to get better.  I'm not queer."

	"Yeah, I got that too.  The thing is, you're too young to work at
any sort of real job.  You can do kid chores but that's pocket money.  It
doesn't come close to paying the rent.  The only way you're going to get a
stranger to support you is sex."

	"I guess."

	"No guessing about it, so if you're riding with me, you're gonna
get better at it."

	"It's just... creepy, knowing you can make me do it, like,
whenever."

	"Yeah, but that doesn't keep it from being kind of hot too.  Right
now you aren't actually hooking, not with me anyway.  There's like,
different levels of sex.  Best is when it's sort of the frosting on the
cake of a relationship.  Next down would be friends with benefits, sort of
a low maintenance relationship with more sex.  Then there's having a fuck
buddy.  That's mostly sex.  It's also the level where you start running
into a lot of guy on guy.  Women sometimes just want to fuck, but when they
do there is no shortage of dick.  There's five, ten, or a hundred guys
ready to supply a hardon for any woman who just wants a quickie."

	"So guys turn queer?"

	"Nah, that's something different.  Some guys get romantic about it,
fall in love with other guys, want to have a relationship.  They want to
get a load off too, but they're looking for more than that."

	"Oh...  So you're not trying to make me queer?"

	"Couldn't do that if I wanted to.  Who you are is mostly set by the
time you're eight.  A lot of what you think is learning and changing is
more like discovering what's already there."

	"So what am I?"

	"A kid, maybe a little bit of a perv, but that's normal when the
adolescent hormone storm hits.  You're old enough to get horny and have
learned a couple ways of dealing with that.  Solo sex isn't the best but
it's better than nothing.  Last night you found out what it was like to get
a load off while helping somebody else do the same.  It isn't the kind of
sex you want, but it is real sex.  It's usually better than DIY."

	"It's creepy."

	"Yep, degrading and perverted too.  If your mom found out she'd
never let you live it down.  Her crappy boyfriend might slap you around.
Or he might start fucking you.  If your mom thinks it's not really cheating
as long as he isn't with another woman she might even be on board with
that."

	"Oh shit!  I really, REALLY, didn't need to think about that.  Do
you really think she could do something like that?"

	"You know her better than I do.  All I know for sure is that it
happens.  There was one case that made the news a couple years ago.  She
actually went so far as to put makeup on him then dress him up in lacy
girls underwear and sexy outfits before letting her guy go to town on him."

	"I...  Uh... I want to say I don't believe it but that's not the
sort of thing anybody would make up.  I don't think mom would actually make
me do it but if she walked in on him already fucking me she might not be in
a big rush to make him stop."

	"Don't take this the wrong way.  I'm not trying to trash talk your
mom and wouldn't be comfortable listening to you running her down either.
That said, she's still a woman.  I don't know for certain that every woman
can talk herself into believing a situation is OK as long as it works for
her.  Every one I got to know has been that way, and to be half way fair
most guys aren't much different.  It looks like slapping you around wasn't
enough for her to hand him his walking papers.  If he pushed you into some
kind of role play where you're like an alternate for when she isn't around
or isn't having any, then she found out in a way that she could back off
and not have to admit that she knows about it, I think she'd back off."

	"I think you're right.  Kind of like the way she didn't ask any
questions about who you were or where we're going.  Like... she already
knows enough that she doesn't need the creepy details."

	"Could be, or maybe she wants what the politicians call `plausible
deniability'.  If you get in trouble she has to choose between claiming she
didn't know or having people think she didn't care.  It looks better for
her if she didn't know."

	"This whole thing is so messed up.  If somebody told me a couple
days ago I'd be letting some pervert fuck me I would have thought they were
crazy.  Now I'm in your truck.  Every minute we're getting further away
from the asshole that beat me up and closer to where you're going to stop
for the night.  That would be weird enough, but I'm still in the place
where you did it, where you're going to do it again.  Sure I can leave,
just get out at the next stop and go wherever.  I'm not stupid.  I know
you're telling me what you want me to hear and that maybe isn't everything
I need to know.  As far as I can tell you haven't lied to me.  If I go home
and that asshole is still there he's going to hit me again.  Nobody stopped
him the first time.  If I'm still with you when you get horny you're going
to fuck me again.  Yeah, I *could* leave, but we both know that I don't
have anyplace to go."

	"Uh huh, and I'd be lying if I said that bothered me.  Last night
wasn't anything special.  You're still a better piece than most of the lot
lizards.  The last time I saw one I might actually want to fuck it's a
pretty safe bet she was under age."

	"Somehow I got the idea you weren't too picky about that."

	"Depends, some high school meth whore thinking she can squeeze me
for a couple extra rocks worth of hush money is bad news.  Knowing I was
your first is kind of cool.  Finding out that you're planning to stick
around while I finish breaking you in is better."

	"I probably shouldn't ask.  What exactly do you mean by `breaking
me in' and when will you know you're `finished'?"

	"That's mostly up to you.  You're not my boyfriend.  We're fucking,
not making love.  You're going to learn to like it."

	"That's crazy!  It looks like I'm going to keep on doing it, at
least for a while.  So I guess it's a safe bet that I'll get better at it.
But there's no way in hell I'll learn to *like* it."

	Rick didn't argue, just got interested in driving while I sat there
with all this creepy stuff churning inside my head.  On a normal day,
between going to school, hanging with friends, watching TV, going online,
and all the other stuff, what he did to me would still be a big thing but
not even close to the only thing.  Sitting there with nothing more
distracting than the passing scenery I was in a position to give it more
attention than anything thrown at me in school.  What did I want?  Forget
what I'd settle for, what did I actually want?

	Stuff?  I could make a Christmas shopping list but at the end of
the day not getting any of it wouldn't hurt me.  Freedom?  I was over a
thousand miles from home, with no way for anyone there to order me around
and no deadline for going back.  That much freedom is scary.  It slowly
dawned on me that what I wanted most is for somebody to care.  Not like a
friend, I had enough of those.  Care the way a parent is supposed to,
keeping the really bad crap away while still leaving enough room for you to
breathe.  Ok, mom wasn't some kind of superstar, she still tried, at least
a little, most of the time.

	Rick already made it clear he wasn't my mom and didn't have any
interest in taking her place.  Taking over for my disappearing dad?  A real
dad would be trying to keep dicks out of my ass.  The last thing I wanted
was to imagine he was, uh, "filling in" for my dad while he got his kicks.
What did I want from Rick, if I was going to ride with him?

	"When you talked to my mom, you offered to pay my way home if she
didn't want me with you."

	"Not quite.  I offered to pay the freight and turn you over to
CPS."

	"You told me it was take a dick or take a hike."

	"Fair enough, I'll pay your way any time you want to leave.  We can
even keep CPS out of it.  You've already done more for me than your mom is
ever likely to."

	"But until then...  Ok, food, clothes and a safe place to sleep in
return for not being too picky about who I'm sleeping with."

	"Should I resent that?"

	"I don't know, should you?  Right now it seems like you know a lot
more about fucking kids than I know about fucking old guys.  I'm still
getting used to the idea that I know anything about it at all.  What's it
like for you?  I mean right now.  Having me sitting here and knowing that
you fucked me, you're going to do it again, and I don't have much of a
problem with that?"

	"You mean besides your conversation getting a little heavy on the F
bombs?  I'm horny enough to be looking forward to later but not so much
that I'm looking for a parking spot.  Until then I've got driving to keep
me busy.  We can talk about damn near anything but I have to stay a little
bit focused.  There's a lot of inertia in a rig this size.  The last place
either of us wants to be is riding the impact end of a wreck."

	"Will I have to get naked again?  When you do it?"

	"That's a little like asking if you have to get undressed when you
know you're going swimming.  You don't have to skinny dip but it isn't as
much fun if you're fully dressed."

	"It's just that most of the time I don't get bare all over unless
I'm changing or heading for the shower.  It feels weird to be getting
undressed for sex.  I can't tell if it's because everything is still new to
me, or because it's weird sex."

	"I don't have any way to know for sure but it's probably more
common than you think.  The first boy I fucked was a couple years younger
than you.  I was about the age you are now.  We lived far enough out of
town I only had a couple friends living close.  Dan was the little brother
of one and didn't have anybody his own age nearby."

	"So he had to hang with older kids who didn't want him around.
That would really suck."

	"It did.  Eventually so did Dan.  I showed up one day looking for
his brother and found him home alone.  If he knew where Ed was he would
have been tagging along.  If his folks found out Ed ditched him he'd find
some way to take it out on Dan.  The kid was begging me not to tell, almost
crying, offering to do *anything*."

	"So naturally you thought of fucking him."

	"Ok, I'm a born perv, but honestly I was more concerned with
getting him to do something that would keep him from telling anybody that
Ed left him home alone.  It's possible I was his first but he wasn't
exactly shocked when I told him to suck me off.  Pretty soon it was kind of
an open secret.  I don't know if he was doing Ed too or doing more than
suck for the other guys.  Usually whoever wanted to do something would take
him into another room.  The one time he did us all, Ed was standing watch
and the rest of us felt creepy enough about getting blown nobody wanted to
be the first to ask for more."

	"Are you going to make me do that?  Suck your cock?"

	"Maybe.  If you ride with me long enough you're going to learn
*about* anything horny people do with each other.  I'm honest enough I
won't promise not to cum in your mouth.  For what we do together I'm mostly
a plain vanilla pervert.  If you get boring I might get a little freaky.
You're still a minor so no matter what we do, I have to be careful not to
leave marks.  Guys are just a hobby for me.  Getting locked up would wreck
my life."

	"You're gonna cum... in my mouth.  Ewww, that's gross!"

	"It can be, especially if we're just sitting here talking about it.
Sex is kind of funny that way.  The hornier you get, the easier it is to
stretch your imagination and anything else that's handy.  Then you get a
load off and completely lose interest... until next time.  There are also
physical limits.  I can ream you raw in less than five minutes but there's
no limit to how much we can talk about it.  There's a mall coming up on the
next off ramp.  I'm going to leave you waiting in line at the sub place
while I shop for a couple things.  We'll meet back at the rig for lunch."

	Along with lunch Rick had bought a couple more changes of clothes
for me and a tablet computer.

	"I've got herding this rig to keep me occupied.  Having some
company is nice and fucking you at the end of the day is icing on the cake.
Unless you have something to keep you busy during the time we're not
fucking or even talking about it sooner or later you'll get bored to death.
When we get to the truck stop you can download some games, ebooks, maybe
even some online education stuff, either what you'd be getting in school or
anything you think is interesting."

	After I got back to the truck from what was becoming the normal end
of day routine there was one more small bag waiting for me.

	"What's that?"

	"I guess you could call it icing for the cake.  I got it in the
tween girl clothing section.  It's what they call a Tank dress.  On you it
should be about like a snug fitting wife beater Tee that reaches to mid
thigh.  Technically you could walk across the back lot without getting
busted for indecent exposure.  If you tried that I'd give about even money
between you being jumped by a horny trucker or attacked by a meth head lot
lizard who doesn't want the competition."

	I was wrong.  Getting bare for Rick wasn't creepy at all.  Not
compared to having the stretchy knit pulled down off my shoulders and
pushed up past my hips while he fucked me.

(miles and miles from)
The End