Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2014 15:52:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: RM Dexter <rmdexter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trucker Sucker

Trucker Sucker      by rmdexter

"GET READY, KID...HERE IT COMES!" the big trucker said just as his huge
cock started to go off inside my mouth. The first thick rope of cum shot
forth powerfully, the sperm-laden wad of cock-juice shooting deep into my
sucking mouth. His monstrous cock twitched and I felt a second creamy
strand of his milky semen splash over my tonsils. His hips flexed back and
forth as he continued to unload inside my vacuuming mouth, my head banging
rhythmically against the headboard as he fucked my face mercilessly. My
cheeks were working in and out like a bellows as I sucked ravenously at his
rock-hard 11" prick, trying to draw out as much of his delicious man-juice
that I could. I swallowed another thick salty wad as he flooded my mouth
again and again. I couldn't believe the size of his load—and this was
already the fifth one he'd fed me tonight. The silky nectar slid down my
throat luxuriously and I sucked for more, already addicted to a taste I'd
never experienced until just a few hours earlier. As another syrupy ribbon
of semen slid warmly down my throat, I thought back on how my young life
had changed in such a short time...


"Thank goodness this guy is stopping", I thought as the big transport
pulled over to the side of the road. I'd only been standing with my thumb
out for a few minutes, but I was anxious to get away before my mom and that
asshole boyfriend of hers came looking for me. I rushed up to the rig,
stepped on the running board and reached up to open the passenger door.

"Where you headed, Kid?" the trucker asked as I poked my head in the door.

I paused, awestruck as I looked across the cab at the man facing me. Being
small and frail myself, I'd always been impressed by big men, but this guy
was huge. I couldn't tell how tall he was sitting down, but he was
definitely a big mountain of a man—and ruggedly handsome too. A
well-worn ball-cap partially covered curly black hair that I could see he
kept quite short. His face was strong-looking, with pronounced cheekbones
and deep-set dark eyes that seemed to look into my very soul. It was the
face of an experienced masculine man, and I guessed him to be around 40,
but in great shape. A few days growth of beard gave him a sexy unkempt look
that I found wickedly exciting for some reason. A faded plaid shirt fit
tightly across his barrel-like chest and broad shoulders. A few buttons of
the shirt were open at the neck, revealing a few tendrils of glistening
hair between the two pronounced plates of his powerful-looking pecs. As my
eyes roamed down over his big masculine form, I noticed the jeans he wore
couldn't hide the impressive size of his long legs and thick
tree-trunk-like thighs. I looked down to the floorboards and saw his big
feet covered in a pair of rugged hiking boots.

I found myself gulping nervously as I looked at him, taking all of that in
within seconds of opening the cab door. Like I said, I'd always been
impressed by big men, but I'd never felt the way I felt right now. I was
tingly and nervous, but I knew it wasn't from being afraid—it was more
from some kind of unknown excitement I felt in his presence.

"I said, where you headed?" he repeated.

"It doesn't matter," I said as I climbed into the cab and dropped my
knapsack between my legs. "Anywhere but here."

"How old are you, Kid?"

"18, sir."

"18? You're pretty small for 18."

"I've kinda been small my whole life, sir," I replied, my face turning red
in shame. Something about being in the presence of his huge man made me
feel woefully inadequate.  On top of that, I was only 15, but I thought if
I told him the truth, he might make me get out of the truck right there on
the spot.

"How'd you get that shiner?" he asked, nodding towards my left eye as he
pulled back out onto the freeway.

"My mom's boyfriend."

"No dad?"

"No sir, he passed away a couple of years back."

"Sorry to hear that. So what'd you do for this guy to want to hit a little
fella like you?"

"He just got drunk again, like he and my mom do nearly every day. I...I
just have to get away from there. I don't care where I end up. I didn't do
nothing, sir."

He paused for a second and looked me up and down, his intense gaze causing
a shiver to run down my spine. "Sir...I like when you call me that." He
gave me a little wink that for some reason made me feel safe—that with
this man nothing was ever going to hurt me. "What's your name, Kid?"

"Cody, sir."

"My name's Max, but you just keep calling me sir, okay?" He had a certain
firmness to his voice that let me know he was in control here, which was
fine with me.

"Yes sir."

"That's a good boy, Cody. I think we're gonna get along just fine." We
drove on with very little talk between us, the tires humming smoothly as
Max maneuvered the big truck skillfully through traffic. It was late
afternoon before Max spoke again.

"Well Kid, I was originally gonna drive until about midnight, but I'm
starting to feel a little tired. There's a nice motel with a restaurant not
too far up that I'm thinking of pulling into for the night."

I knew it was going to be getting dark soon and I was worried about trying
to get another ride, but I guess I had no choice. "Uh, okay. Would you be
able to let me off by the freeway, sir?"

"Look, it's going to be near impossible to get a lift this late at night,
and the people who would pick you up at this time would likely be pretty
scary, especially for a kid like you." He gave me a knowing look and I
couldn't help but nod in agreement. "So why don't you grab a bite to eat
with me, crash in my room, and then you can come along with me again
tomorrow?"

I felt a rush of excitement at the possibility of being able to stay with
him, but I dropped my head before I spoke, ashamed of my situation. "I...I
only have a few dollars. I don't even know if I have enough for a meal."

"That's okay, Kid. It'll be on me. Maybe we can work out some kind of
deal." He paused for a second and looked at me intently. As I looked back
at him, it seemed as if his gaze was zeroed in on my mouth for some
reason. "Yeah, I think I've got something you can work on for me that
should make us even."

My heart raced with excitement. Not only would I have the chance to maybe
make some money, or at least pay for my meal, but I wouldn't have to leave
Max either. "That...that sounds great. I'll do whatever I can to help you
out. Thank you, sir."

He gave me another one of those winks that made me tingle, and this time I
noticed a look of real satisfaction on his face. About a half-hour later he
pulled off onto a side road just as the light was starting to fade. We
pulled into the "Old Log Inn" and Max parked his big truck at the side of
the parking lot.

"Leave your knapsack here for now. We'll grab our stuff after we eat," he
said as he climbed down out of the truck. I followed and my jaw dropped as
I saw him come around from his side of the truck. He had to be at least
6'-6" tall and about 260 pounds of solid muscle. I gasped as I looked at
his massive body, so powerful compared to my own petite form.

I followed him into the motel office where I heard him order a room with a
king-size bed. "I think I'm gonna need that tonight, Chip," Max glanced at
me over his shoulder as he spoke to the man behind the desk.

"No problem, Max," the man said as he looked over at me, a funny twinkle in
his eye. "Just don't break the bed like you did last time you were here."

"I'll do my best not to," Max said with a smile as he took the room key the
man handed him. "But I can't guarantee anything—you know what I mean."

"Oh, I know what you mean," Chip said with a shake of his head as we left
the tiny office. Based on what they'd just said, I figured the last time
Max had slept here that the bed he'd had couldn't take his weight. Maybe
that's why he'd asked for a king-size this time. I was kind of surprised
that he didn't ask if they had a cot that could be brought in for me to
sleep on, but I wasn't in any position to complain—the floor was going
to be just fine with me.

I followed Max over to the adjoining restaurant, my little legs having to
take two steps for each of his long strides. The place had an old log cabin
look that made it feel warm and homey.

"Bring us a couple of steaks with fries and salad, Shirley," Max said to
the buxom blonde waitress as we took seats on opposite sides of a booth.

"I...I can't eat that much, sir," I said.

"Well, you just eat what you can." He looked at me with that authoritative
look in his eyes again. I knew I'd do my best to please him, but it sounded
like an awful lot of food. "I want to see how you handle a big piece of
meat." I wasn't sure what he meant but I saw Shirley smile when he said
that. "Bring me a big mug of beer. What do you want to drink, kid?"

"Could I just have a glass of milk, sir?"

"Sure. A glass of milk for the little fella here. Thanks, Shirley," Max
said before the busty woman turned and walked over to the bar.

"C'mon kid, we've been on the road for hours. Let's go take a piss before
our food gets here," Max said as he slid out of the booth. I followed him
to the washroom. The place had two urinals and one stall. Max stepped up to
one urinal. I was unsure of what to do, but didn't want him to think I was
a shy little kid by going into the stall, so I bucked up my courage and
stepped up to the urinal next to him. As my nervous fingers fiddled with my
fly, I heard a resonant metallic ZZZZIPPPPPPP as Max opened his jeans. The
suggestive sound drew my eyes like a magnet and I found my gaze zeroing in
on his fingers as he reached into his pants and drew out his dick.

"Oh my God," I thought to myself as the long cylinder of flesh seemed to
unfurl from the confines of his pants. I watched mesmerized as he hauled it
out and pointed it towards to porcelain receptacle before him. He was
gripping it with just his fingers and I could clearly see the thick veiny
shaft and immense mushroom head. It looked to be at least 7" long, and it
was still totally soft. He gave it a testing stroke to limber it up and I
gulped as he let loose, a powerful torrent of piss pounding into the
urinal. I found myself spellbound as I simply stared in awe at the huge
tube of manhood he held in his hand, the hot golden stream gushing
forcefully from the tip like a fire hose.

"Aaahh, that feels good," Max said as I watched him shake off the final few
drops. He turned slightly towards me, his fingers still moving back and
forth along his huge cock. I heard myself gasp as it started to thicken and
extend, the prominent veins in the thick shaft seeming to pulse with the
hot blood coursing through them. He stroked his big hand slowly and
insistently forward and I noticed a glistening drop of fluid ooze to the
surface of the wet red eye.

"C'mon kid, you better hurry up and piss. There's gonna be a big piece of
meat waiting for you when you're done." His words broke my trance-like
state. I looked down and surprisingly noticed that I hadn't even unzipped
yet. I flushed bright red. Max had a sly smile on his face as he stuffed
his swelling prick back into his pants and zipped up before turning on his
heel.

I shook my head as I wondered what was happening to me. I'd never felt like
that around any guy before—geez, I was a virgin even when it came to
girls. I didn't know what it was about him that made me feel all tingly and
squeamish—all I knew was that I liked being around him and knew I'd do
whatever it took to be near him.

When we returned, our drinks were waiting. I watched Max lift his beer and
drink heartily, the muscles in his immense forearm rippling smoothly as he
tipped the mug up. I took a drink of my milk, and as the cold liquid washed
over my tongue, I realized how thirsty I was. I gulped noisily, savoring
the silky-smooth flavor of the milk. I drank over half of my glass before
putting it down.

"You've got a little running out of the corner of your mouth." Max had that
sly smile on his face again as he gestured towards one corner of my
mouth. I slipped my tongue out from between my lips, flicking it down to
pick up the stray bit of milk that had escaped. "That's the way, that's a
good boy, get it all." He paused for a second as I circled my lips with my
tongue, cleaning myself like a little kitten. "You like the white stuff, eh
kid?"

I'd never heard anybody refer to milk as `the white stuff' before, but I
found it interesting that he'd said that—maybe because I was realizing I
found everything about this big rugged trucker interesting.

"Yes, I do."

"Yes, I do...what?" he asked sternly. The dark look in his eyes told me I'd
done something wrong—it only took a second for me to correct my mistake.

"Yes, I do, sir," I quickly responded.

"That's better," he said, giving me a warm smile that melted my heart. "I'm
glad you like the white stuff. Just stick with me, Kid, and I'll make sure
you get as much of the white stuff as you can swallow."

I was just about to ask if he did some trucking for a dairy or something
when Shirley appeared with our dinners. She plunked the loaded plates down
in front of us, the big platters almost overflowing with an abundance of
food.

"Bring me another beer, Sweetheart," Max said to the waitress. "And bring
another glass of the white stuff for the kid—he loves it." Shirley
turned on her heel as we picked up our silverware. "Dig in, Kid, see if you
like the taste of that meat on your tongue."

I was hungrier than I thought and the first bite seemed to just purr as it
hit my taste buds. "Mmmmm, it tastes really good." This brought a smile to
Max's face as we both ate ravenously, hungry from our lengthy time on the
road.

"You liked that, eh Kid?" he asked as he pushed his empty plate to the
middle of the table. I had left a fair bit, but I'd eaten more than I had
anticipated. I wanted to try and please him, but I still came nowhere near
to consuming the amount of food he'd inhaled.

"It was very good. Thank you, sir."

"I could tell from looking at that scrawny little body of yours when I saw
you standing next to the highway that you looked like someone who needed a
good feeding—someone who needed to dive right in to a big piece of
meat. Yeah, you looked like someone who needed to be fed until that belly
of yours was nice and full of the good stuff."

"Thank you, sir. It was very kind of you to do that for me." For some
reason his words seemed to comfort me, as if he knew me better than I knew
myself. And the smile he gave me after I thanked him felt like a warm
blanket being thrown over me.

"So Kid, your mom and this guy—her boyfriend or whatever—are they
gonna come looking for you?"

"No, they won't," I replied, shaking my head from side to side. "She drinks
just as much as he does. They've both been hinting that they'd be better
off without me there. No...they won't be coming after me, sir."

"Hmm, I'm sorry about that situation." He paused and I could see the wheels
going around inside his head. "Listen, I've been thinking for a while now
about taking on...oh...let's call it an assistant. How would you feel about
doing something like that? Sometimes you'll have to work on things that are
going to be pretty hard for you. You'll end up tired and sore quite often
at first, but I reckon you'll get used to it pretty quick. I can't pay you
much, but at least you won't be out on the street, and I'll make sure you
get fed regularly every day, starting with a bellyful first thing in the
morning. What do you think?"

"I...I'd love that, sir!" I replied, my heart swelling with gratitude for
this big rugged man. When I ran away from home earlier, I never expected to
get a chance like this so soon. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate
that. I'll do whatever you like and if you give me something hard to work
on, I guarantee that I'll try my best to make sure you're pleased."

"While I have you working on me...er...I mean working for me, in the heat
of the moment I might call you some names that might not seem too nice, and
I want to make sure you're okay with that."

"I understand. What kind of names, sir?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe something like Kid, or Boy. Maybe some names a
little rougher than that."

"That's okay." I paused for a second as I felt my face flushing with what I
was about to say. "I...I kind of like it when you call me Kid."

I beamed as a big smile spread across his handsome face. "That's good. I'll
have some other names for you soon enough—special names, just between me
and you." He gave me another sly wink that sent another tingling shiver
tripping down my spine.

"So when do I start my duties, sir? Tomorrow?"

Max sat back in the booth, a satisfied grin on his face as he looked at me
across the table. "Well, you've had a nice meal, a couple of glasses of the
white stuff you like so much, and now you're going to have a roof over your
head tonight. I think you can start repaying me for that by starting in on
your duties tonight."

I knew my meal and this motel room was costing him a few dollars he hadn't
counted on, so I was only too happy to have the opportunity to make it up
to him. "I'd love that, sir. Thank you. I'm ready to do whatever you want
me to."

"That's great. That's just what I wanted to hear."

Shirley appeared with our bill. She leaned well over the table as she put
it down in front of Max, her ample cleavage fully on display. "Max," she
said as she gave him a flirty glance, her wide hips shifting provocatively
from side to side, "just in case you get a little bored later, I've got the
breakfast shift tomorrow, so I'm staying in room #3. Feel free to drop by
any time."

Max looked over at me and gave me little wink, one that I knew Shirley
couldn't see. "Well, that's real sweet of you, Shirley. I appreciate the
offer, but I think I'm going to be just fine tonight. I've got a big job I
want my little buddy here to start working on for me. I just hope what I
give him to work on isn't more than he can swallow."

Shirley looked at me, a dark flinty glare in her eyes before turning back
to Max and leaning right over the table, her big tits almost spilling out
of the top of her uniform. "Well, like I said, if he has any trouble, I'm
sure I can help you out with that. I think I did a pretty good job last
time—I'd like to try again."

"Thanks, Shirley, I'll keep that in mind," Max replied before dismissing
her with a wave of his hand. As she turned away, he reached into his pocket
and threw some bills onto the table. "C'mon Kid, let's go check out our
room."

I followed him back to the truck, my frail little form scurrying next to
his massive striding frame as I endeavored to keep up. He reached behind
his seat and retrieved a duffle bag while I climbed up to the passenger
door and grabbed my knapsack.

"There now, we should have everything we need for the night." He locked up
the rig and we headed for our motel room. Max flicked on the light switch
which turned on one of the lamps on a bedside table. It was a standard
motel room, dingy wallpaper and outdated carpeting. There was a crappy old
desk with a TV sitting on top. I could see a door leading into the
bathroom, and that was about it—except for the bed of course. I'd never
seen a king-size bed in my life and I couldn't believe how big it was. It
had a wooden headboard attached to the frame that made it look
inviting. Max turned on the light on the other side of the bed, framing it
in a warm amber glow.

"You can take your shoes off, Kid. We're in for the night."

"Oh," I said in surprise. "I thought there was something you wanted me to
do with the truck, or with your cargo?"

"No. Your duties are going to be right here with me. Now take off your
shoes." I did as he asked, hearing the commanding tone in his
voice. "That's good. Now I said you'd be like my assistant, I guess a more
accurate term for what I'm looking would be `personal attendant'."

"I...I'm not sure I understand, sir?"

"Trucking's a pretty stressful job. So while I take care of the business,
you'd kind of be taking care of me. You'd be helping so I can do my job
properly, with no tension or stress. Sometimes when you're driving the
tension just builds up until it feels like you're carrying a heavy
load. I'm gonna need you to help me get rid of that load. Do you think you
can do that?"

I had no idea at this point what he would want me to do, but I understood
what he was saying. I imagined how nerve-wracking and stressful it would be
driving on those crazy freeways every day. "Yes sir. I'll try to help as
much as I can."

"That's my boy. Now today's been pretty hectic, so I feel like I've got
more than one load that I need help with. Do you think you're up for
helping me get rid of a number of loads?"

"Yes sir." I wondered what he meant, but I knew I was willing to do
anything to help him.

"Good boy. I think it's time to get started. Why don't you take my boots
off for me?" Max sat on the side of the bed, him massive 6'-6" form causing
the bedsprings to creak in protest. I knelt before him as he stuck out his
foot. I undid the laces of his boots one at a time and set them aside, his
socks as well. His warm masculine scent filtered into my senses—it
wasn't offensive—just the earthy scent of a man who works hard every
day. I didn't know why, but I felt my nerves tingling as I breathed in the
manly aroma.

"That's good, now my shirt," he said as he tossed his ball cap onto his
duffel bag. I went to stand up after taking his shoes off but he reached
out and put his big meaty hands on my shoulders. "No, just stay down there
to take my shirt off." He spread his big thighs to allow me access to the
buttons at the front of his shirt. I inched forward on my knees and reached
for the first button in the middle of his chest. My hands were shaking,
unsure of what I was doing. I'd never been this close to a man in my life,
especially one as gargantuan as Max.

"Just relax, Kid. You're doing fine. Just undo those buttons one at a
time." His soft lulling voice and warm smile eased my anxiety. I undid the
first button and then the next one. His powerful pecs came into view, a
fine trail of black chest hair in the middle leading further down towards
his abdomen. I opened another two buttons and his shirt slid open to each
side, revealing his nipples. For some reason, I found myself breathing
rapidly as I looked at the little buds, the pebbly surface topped by stiff
little nipples. I opened two more buttons and then all that remained was
what was tucked into his pants.

"Pull it out."

"Wh...what?" I asked, wondering what he meant.

"Pull the rest of my shirt out of my pants."

"Oh," I said under my breath as I pulled the tails of his shirt out of his
jeans and undid the final button. I eased it open to each side and slid my
hands up to push it off his shoulders. I gasped as the shirt dropped to the
bed behind him, his huge barrel-like chest coming into view. His shoulders
were huge and muscular, leading into beefy arms that any football player
would be proud of. His pecs were spectacularly prominent, powerful plates
that drew your attention to his impressive chest. My eyes seemed to follow
the enticing trail of black chest hair—a small clump in the middle of
his chest led to a narrowing little trail that disappeared beneath the
waistband of his jeans. I gazed from his chest downwards, taking in the
rippling muscles of his six-pack. As I looked at his powerful masculine
body, my mouth felt dry, and I found myself licking my lips.

"That's good, Kid," Max said as he tossed his shirt on top of his duffel
bag and then leaned back, supporting his body with his arms straight behind
him. "Now that my shirts out of the way, I think it's time for you to give
me a bath."

My eyes flicked to the bathroom. I hadn't been in there yet, but I figured
there was a standard tub and shower in there. I definitely knew how to run
a bath. I started to get up.

"Un-uh," he said as his powerful hands pushed me back to my knees.

"I...I thought you wanted a bath, sir?" I asked, totally confused.

"I do," he said as he leaned back once more and looked at me sternly. "But
you're going to do it with your tongue."

>From my position on my knees between his big spread thighs, I looked up at
the huge man towering over me. The look in his eyes told me he wasn't
fooling around, that he was expecting me to do as he asked. I had
butterflies in my stomach as I thought about what he was asking, but deep
down, I knew I couldn't resist anything he asked—I was willing to please
him in any way I could. He could see my resistance fading as my eyes
dropped to his magnificent chest, my tongue running out to wet my lips once
more.

"That's my boy," he said in that soft lulling voice of his. He reached
forward and slipped his big hand around my head. "Why don't you start right
here?" He drew my head to his broad chest, my lips touching the warm skin
in the middle of his pec. Once he had me where he wanted, he put his hand
back on the bed behind him and left me to my duties. His skin felt wickedly
sinful under my lips, and I felt myself get all tingly again as I kissed
his chest. I slipped my tongue out and ran it over the smooth skin, then
drew it back into my mouth and swallowed. I could smell and taste him, the
manly flavor of him settling on my taste buds. I thought I would have been
repulsed, but instead, I found myself wanting more. I feathered my tongue
out against his chest once more, and then started to lick in longer broad
strokes.

"That's it. I knew you'd like that, Kid. Yeah, I needed a nice warm bath
like this. It's the perfect thing to take away the tensions of the
day. Just keep doing that and eventually, I'll be giving you that nice big
load we talked about."

I made my way across his chest until my lips and tongue encountered his
pert little nipple. I ran my tongue over it slowly and then closed my lips
around the protruding bud and sucked.

"Yeah, that's it," he said softly. "Suck that tit." I did as he asked,
feeling the pebbly nipple stiffen and come alive in my mouth. It felt
tremendously excitingly and I found my eyes closing in pleasure as I
sucked. I finally released his nipple and licked my way across his chest,
being sure my tongue swept over every square inch.

"I could tell you had a pretty little mouth on you," Max said as my lips
closed over his other nipple and I gave it the same loving treatment as the
first one. When that one was nice and stiff, I licked my way further up his
chest to his broad shoulders. I dragged my tongue over his pronounced
muscles, my heart fluttering with excitement as I licked from one side to
the other. I was overwhelmed by the new emotions flooding through me as I
used my tongue to bathe this big giant of a man. I'd never felt like this
before in my life. I could feel the blood pounding in my veins and my cock
stiffening in my jeans as I drew my tongue across his smooth salty skin.

"I need that mouth of yours right here," he said as he raised one arm and
pulled my face into his armpit. The masculine scent filtered into my
nostrils sensually and I felt my dick twitch as it continued to harden. I
eagerly dove into the warm moistness of his armpit. My tongue feathered out
from between my lips and into the silky damp hair. With his big mitt
gripping my head, he pulled my lips even deeper, my tongue rolling
languidly across the tender skin under his arm.

"Mmmmmm," I heard myself purr as I savored the masculine taste of his
sweat. He let go and I pressed my lips as deep as they could go, my tongue
swirling in slow teasing circles in the hot damp pit. I loved the taste of
him—the pure manly taste that I'd never experienced before. I spent
about 5 minutes licking and sucking at his armpit before he gripped my head
and pulled me over from one armpit to the other.

"That's the way, Kid, get right in there," he said as I enthusiastically
gave its partner the same treatment. I licked and sucked at the hot
moistness until all that was left was the remnants of my glistening
saliva. Satisfied with my work, he pulled my head to the underside of his
abs.

"Keep going, you're not done yet." He sat back once more as I slid my
tongue sensually over the defined muscles of his V-shaped torso. I could
feel his chiseled abs rippling under his skin as I licked down over his
gorgeous body. I licked from one side to the other, my lips following the
scintillating contours of his six-pack as I used my tongue to bathe him. I
kept getting lower until the tip of my tongue feathered deftly across his
lower abdomen and I stopped to probe deep into his navel.

"That's great, but let's cut this bath short for a little while," Max said
as he pushed me back from his body. My face was flushed and I knew he could
see the lustful desire in my eyes as I looked up at him, wanting to
continue what he'd asked me to do. "Don't worry, Kid, I'll let you finish
the job soon enough." He had a wickedly sinful grin on his face when he
said that. "Take your clothes off, it's time to get you started on a little
cocksucking."

"But I...I never—"

"No buts. You may have never sucked a cock before, but you're definitely
going to now. We both know you like what you're doing. That hardon is a
dead giveaway." He nodded to my midsection and I looked down to see the
pronounced bulge in my jeans. "Now get those clothes off." He never raised
his voice but I knew from his tone not to defy him. I jumped to my feet and
pulled off my t-shirt and jeans. "Underwear too." With my face turning
crimson, I reluctantly pulled down my underwear and stepped out of them, my
embarrassingly hard cock sticking rigidly up.

"Not a bad pecker for a little guy. Now, get back on your knees and take my
pants off for me." He stood next to the bed as I obediently dropped to my
knees. His huge frame towered over me as I reached up and undid the button
of his jeans. With my heart racing, I slid down the zipper and reached for
the waistband. I started to pull downwards, my eyes drawn to the opening of
his pants. The tantalizing trail of hair leading from his chest to his
abdomen ended in a patch of trimmed pubic hair. It was cut nice and
close. He wasn't wearing any underwear and I could see the thick base of
his member. As I lowered his pants even more, I gulped as the broad root
came into view, the rest of his prick still covered by his left pant leg. I
could feel the pressure of his immense dick straining against the denim
fabric as it fought to be released from its confinement. I pulled down
forcefully and the material caught for just a second on the broad flared
helmet before I jerked downwards and his jeans puddled around his
ankles. His enormous cock burst forth, the enflamed crimson crown brushing
against my cheek as it sprung up and slapped noisily against his stomach.

"Oh my God," I said under my breath as I looked at the magnificent cylinder
of flesh rising up from between his legs. It pointed upwards at about a
45-degree angle, the long thick shaft and engorged mushroom head bobbing
menacingly with each powerful beat of his heart. I had never seen anything
so huge—or beautiful—in my entire life. It was ramrod straight, with
a series of prominent bluish veins tracing all around the turgid shaft like
a roadmap of China. The engorged helmet was enormous and angry looking,
with a thick rope-like corona separating the pulsing tip from the
blood-feeding shaft. My eyes zeroed in on the gleaming red eye at the very
tip as a drop of pre-cum pulsed to the surface and started to distend
downwards, the dewy drop dangling enticingly as it swayed seductively back
and forth.

"Lick that up before it drops," Max said as he nodded towards the shiny
drop of fluid. I moved closer on my knees and lifted my face up towards his
monstrous prick. He took his throbbing prick in hand and pushed it down
until it was pointed right towards my mouth. I watched the mesmerizing drop
of pre-cum increase in size as more oozed forth, the shiny strand
distending even lower. I could see that in another second or two, the
thinning web would snap and the warm fluid would fall to the floor. Not
wanting to disappoint Max, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue beneath
the dangling strand until I felt it settle right in the middle of my
tongue.

"That's a good boy," Max said as I watched him milk his fingers slowly
forward, more pre-cum oozing forth to pool on my tongue. It grew in size
until he flicked his prick-head downwards, snapping the stringy web so it
fell right into my mouth. "Swallow," he instructed.

I closed my lips and drew the warm puddle of fluid deep into my mouth and
swallowed. "Mmmmm," I heard myself moan in pleasure as his silky juice slid
down my throat. I didn't think my cock could have gotten any harder but I
felt it stiffen even more as I swirled my tongue around the insides of my
mouth searching for every savory drop.

"You like that, eh Kid?" he asked as he sat back down on the edge of the
bed and spread his tree-trunk-like thighs far apart.

"Yes sir."

"That's good, because you're going to be getting a steady dose of that from
now on." He had his big hand wrapped around his cock and kept it pointed
right at me. "Okay, put your mouth on in and start sucking—I'll feed you
some of that juice straight from the source."

"Sir, can I...can I just ask, how big is it?"

"It's 11" long and 7½" around."

I shivered as I looked at his mouthwatering stallion-like member, knowing I
was in the presence of the most magnificent cock imaginable.

"I guess you like it big, eh Kid. You can jerk off while you're sucking it
if you want, but if you cum, just make sure you catch it in your hand."

"Yes sir."

"C'mon Boy, get your mouth on it," he accompanied his command by stroking
his hand forwards, another drop of shimmering fluid oozing to the
surface. Kneeling between his big spread thighs, I quickly leaned forwards
and pressed my lips to the spongy tissues of his glans, my tongue slipping
out to lick at the juices seeping from the wet red eye. His cock was
incredibly hot, the pebbly tissues almost searing my lips. I let my lips
start to spread open as I leaned further forwards, my lips following the
flaring contours of the broad crimson crown. As my lips stretched and
stretched over the spongy surface of his glans, I couldn't believe how
excited I was becoming. My body was tingling all over as I spread my lips
open further and further. Just as I felt they were about to tear at the
corners of my mouth, they slipped over the thick corona and his massive
knob filled my mouth, my lips clamping down beyond the rope-like ridge. As
I felt the heat of the enormous crown filling my mouth, I felt the
delicious contractions start in my midsection as I started to
cum—without even touching my cock!  "Mmmmhhnn...mmmmhhnnnnn," I groaned
into his enflamed glans as I took my pulsing dick in one hand and pointed
it towards the palm of my other hand. The semen sped up the shaft of my
throbbing pecker and spurted forth, my cupping hand catching my warm cum as
instructed. I swirled my tongue all around the massive invader filling my
mouth and it fired my torched libido even more. The wickedly nasty
sensations caused by what I was doing had my dick shooting wad after wad
into my cupping hand. I kept sucking as the final tingling sensations
coursed through me, my hand covered with my milky semen.

"Well well," Max said as he looked down at me, a big smile on his face. "I
guess you really like that. You came as soon as you had the head in your
mouth. Let's see what you've got in your hand there."

I held up my hand, a massive puddle of cum cupped in the palm of my hand
while milky ribbons hung off my fingers.

"That's quite a load you've got there. I want you to spread that all over
the head of my cock and then lick it off."

I paused for a second, but the stern look on his face convinced me to do as
he said. I slipped my mouth off his turgid prick and brought my cum-covered
hand to the throbbing cock-head, lathering the lemon-sized crown with my
semen. I could feel the intense heat of the enflamed tip warming my hand as
I rubbed my silvery goo all over the sensitive glans, the milky discharge
clinging erotically to the spongy skin.

"Lick your fingers." With most of my cum clinging to the tip of his
throbbing pecker, I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them clean as
he watched, a smile of satisfaction on his face. I'd never tasted my own
cum before, but knowing this is what Max wanted me to do, I found the taste
of it illicitly exciting. "That's good. Now get that knob back in your
mouth like you just had it and let me feel your tongue lap up all that
cum. I'm pretty close with this first load and I'm just gonna jack it off
right into your mouth while you suck on the head."

I shivered with excitement as I listened to him, feeling my prick twitch
again already as the boiling blood rushed through my veins back to where it
was needed. I leaned forward, my eyes focusing on the pulsing head of his
cock, the whole surface glistening with my silvery cum. I spread my lips
wide open and moved closer as he fed it right into my welcoming mouth. The
massive knob bumped against my lips and I stretched them as far open as I
could until I felt them slip back over the thick rope-like corona, trapping
the cum-covered helmet within my mouth. I held still where I was, my lips
stretched wide open, the enormous mushroom head filling my
mouth. Remembering what he'd asked, I pressed my tongue against the
inverted V on the underside of the knob and started to roll my tongue all
around the cummy surface.

"That's my boy," Max said as I watched him start to slide his hand
forwards. "Just keep your mouth right there and work on that cockhead." His
circling fingers got closer and I felt them bump gently against my lips
before he started his backstroke. I swirled my tongue over the pebbly
tissues on top of his glans, drawing my pearly cum back into my mouth. I
swallowed my own seed and as the warm nectar slid down my throat, I felt my
cock pulse with need again. I'd never had a second hard-on this fast in my
life, but as I continued to suck and lick at the enormous crown of Max's
rock-hard erection, I couldn't help but reach down and start stroking my
own pecker.

"Oh fuck, yeah," Max said as his big mitt started to work more vigorously,
his hand bumping rhythmically against my straining lips."Gonna give you a
nice big mouthful, Kid. Yeah, a big load of medicine—just like the
doctor ordered."

As he pumped, I could feel his warm silky pre-cum oozing onto my welcoming
tongue from the gaping red eye at the very tip. I sucked on the massive
spongy knob, trying to draw more of the intoxicating fluid into my mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's a good little cocksucker. Keep sucking...just like
that...oh fuck, that's good. It's not gonna be much longer and I'll fill
that belly of yours. I want you to swallow it all—get every single
drop."

I sucked ravenously, as if I hadn't had anything to eat in days. I was
almost delirious with excitement as I sucked, feeling totally under the
control of this big man and his stallion-like cock.

"OH FUCK...HERE IT COMES," Max bellowed as his hand pumped vigorously back
and forth. I felt a throbbing pulsation as the enormous knob inside my
mouth seemed to swell to an even greater size just before he came. A
powerful jet of cum blasted forth, almost knocking me backwards. I sucked
inwards, my cheeks adhering tightly to his massive cockhead as he flooded
my mouth. My mouth quickly filled and I swallowed, his thick milky cum
sliding luxuriously down my throat. Another wave of his potent semen spewed
forth as torrents of his manly juice splashed over my tonsils. I swallowed
again but couldn't keep up with his tremendous load, the overflow leaking
out from the corners of my mouth.

"OH YEAH...KEEP THAT MOUTH WORKING, YOU LITTLE COCKSUCKER," Max said with a
loud groan as he continued to absolutely flood my mouth. I sucked harder,
my cheeks working in and out like a bellows as he just seemed to keep
cumming and cumming. I felt my own cock twitch as the delicious
contractions started again in my own midsection. As I swallowed another
mouthful of his manly cock-sap, my surging prick twitched in my hand and
started to shoot. Heeding his words, I quickly brought my other hand in
front of my spitting dick and caught my spurting load.

"Oh my God, how much cum does this guy have?" I thought to myself as Max
kept pumping away at his pulsing erection, his creamy semen sluicing out
onto my waiting tongue. I couldn't believe the amount of cum he was feeding
me. He'd been shooting before my own orgasm hit, and he was still cumming,
even after I'd finished. It seemed like he came for about a full minute,
and I enthusiastically continued to suck and swallow the whole time,
relishing in the comforting feeling as his potent man-juice found a nice
warm home in the pit of my stomach. Finally, his spitting cock slowed, the
last of his syrupy jizz oozing onto my tongue.

"Oh fuck, that was good," Max said as he released his hand from around his
throbbing dick. He reached forward and I felt his big index finger drag
across my chin. "Looks like I caused that mouth of yours to overflow a
little. Here, make sure you don't waste any of this." He held his hand up
in front of my face, his long thick finger covered in the whitest cum I had
ever seen. Most guys have silvery cloudy cum, but Max's semen was brilliant
white, letting me know his manly juice was chock full of sperm. I
reluctantly slid my mouth off his spongy knob and slipped my lips over his
cummy digit.

"Mmmmm," I purred as I Iapped up his thick rich cock-sap, reveling in the
masculine flavor as his potent swimmers slid luxuriously down my throat.

"That's a good little cocksucker. You like that cum, don't you, Kid?" Max
said as he salaciously sawed his thick finger in and out of my sucking
lips.

"Mmhmmm," I hummed my agreement into his finger as I continued to suck, my
lips and tongue getting every thick rich drop of his manly cream.

"That's good, because you're going to be getting a lot of it from now
on. I'm gonna fill you so full, the stuff will just be running out of you."
I shivered as I thought about what he was saying, that he was going to be
feeding me a steady dose of his cum. Before today, I'd never even thought
about being with a guy, and now, after the first taste of his sperm-laden
cock-juice, I knew I was totally addicted and would do anything this man
asked of me. "So you came again when I started to shoot off in your mouth,"
he continued. "I like that. Let me see that hand of yours."

I raised my cum-filled hand and held it out for him to see.

"Well, there's some more for you that'll help fill that belly of
yours. Take my nuts in your hand and massage that cum into my bag." I did
as he asked as he sat back, his arms straight behind him. I reached forward
between his spread legs with my cupped hand. His balls looked
massive—like two huge eggs nestled together beneath the wrinkled skin of
his sack. I slid my gooey fingers gently beneath the big orbs, letting one
of them settle into the pool of spunk in my palm. They were so huge, there
was no way for both of them to fit into my little hand. I started to roll
the huge nut gently within the palm of my hand, massaging my sticky goo
into the sinfully soft skin of his bag. I moved my hand from one heavy ball
to the other, gently cradling the second one in my gooey palm.

"Yeah, that's the way—treat those boys real nice and they'll make sure
you get mouthful after mouthful of that white stuff that you love so much."
When he said `the white stuff' I remembered him talking about that to the
waitress in the restaurant, telling her how much I liked it. I guess even
then he knew me better than I knew myself.

Max stood up, his enormous body towering over my frail little frame. I
looked up, his cock still rock-hard and looming over my face menacingly,
pre-cum drizzling from the tip.

"You...you're still hard," I muttered, my eyes never leaving that powerful
cylinder of flesh, his engorged lance bobbing menacingly with each forceful
beat of his heart.

"Fuckin' right I'm still hard. I'm gonna be hard for most of the night, and
your mouth is what's gonna keep it that way. Now get that tongue in there
and clean that shit of yours off my nuts."

He grabbed my head in his big mitts and pulled my face right into his
crotch. It was incredibly warm and moist as I breathed in his manly scent,
his masculine odor pulsing through my senses. I slid my tongue out and
feathered it against the silky skin of his sack, licking and sucking
carefully. I nuzzled in close, my senses overwhelmed by his nearness. My
tongue licked at the sinfully soft skin of his bag as I licked up the
remnants of my cum. I loved the feel of his massive nut on my tongue and
opened my lips, allowing the heavy orb to drop right into my mouth.

"Mmmmm," I mewed like a kitten as I deftly rolled my tongue all around the
egg-sized ball filling my mouth. I moved from one luscious nut to the
other, revelling in the knowledge that these two massive nuts were full of
the thick rich semen he said he'd be feeding me.

"That's good," Max said as he pushed my sucking mouth away from his crotch
and stepped over near the foot of the bed. He pointed to the spot on the
bed just in front of him. "Get up there on your hands and knees—I want
to work that pretty little mouth of yours for awhile."

I instantly obeyed, scrambling onto the bed and kneeling on all fours right
in front of him. I looked up at Max plaintively, hoping he would feed me
again. I didn't know what had come over me since I'd met this man, but I
wanted nothing more than to swallow load after load of his thick rich
cum. Once I'd felt that first wad of his warm creamy man-juice slide down
my throat, I was hooked. I shivered with a perverted hunger as I looked up
at him, anxiously waiting for him to give me his cock. I couldn't believe
his size. He seemed to fill the whole room as he looked down at me, a
lecherous grin on his handsome rugged face.

"That's a good boy," he said, stepping closer. He reached forward and took
my head in one of his big hands while his other was wrapped around his
thrusting erection.

WHAP!  He slapped his prick against my cheek, the hot tip almost scorching
my skin. He drew it from one side of my face to the other, the drooling tip
leaving a trail of his salty jizz on my skin.

WHAP!  He flicked his long hard cock against the other side of my face, the
hot crown feeling like a branding iron on my cheek. He held my head in
place as he moved the engorged cap all over my face, the slimy residue of
his oozing discharge covering me everywhere, his cock-sap feeling warm and
silky on my skin.

"That looks good on you, Kid. That's just a little sample for you—I'll
be giving you a full white-wash soon enough." He stepped back slightly as
he released his hot hard prick. He put his feet out slightly to each side,
settling himself into position, his erect pecker pointing upwards like a
fleshy scimitar, about to carve its way deep into my mouth. He took my head
in both of his big hands and started to pull me towards him. "Open wide,
cocksucker."

I opened my mouth as wide as I could, just as he fed the engorged head of
his dripping cock right between my parted lips. The hot mushroom cap split
my lips as he pulled me forwards until they locked down just beyond the
thick purple ridge of his corona. He adjusted his stance again, making sure
he was firmly footed.

"Time to work that faggot mouth of yours, get you used to taking more of
this cock." He accompanied his words by rolling his wide hips in a slow
teasing circle, rubbing his massive knob all around the insides of my
mouth. The spongy glans felt exquisite as it filled my mouth, the hot
surface pressing tantalizingly against the wet tissues of my cheeks. He
drew back, all but the very tip slipping out from between my stretched
lips. My lips clung wantonly to the retreating knob, never wanting to let
it go. I felt a pulsation go through the powerful shaft, followed by a warm
bolus of pre-cum oozing forth onto my tongue.

"Mmmmmm," I purred as the silky goo slid warmly down my throat.

"You like that, eh cocksucker? You like me feeding you like this?"

"Mhmm," I mouthed an agreement into his rock-hard prick.

"That's good, because you're going to be getting fed five or six times a
day from now on, maybe more." I shivered with excitement as I listened to
him, my tongue slipping deftly into the leaking red eye and sucking out
more of his slimy juice. I flicked my eyes up to his and saw him
smiling—he could clearly see how eager I was to service him as I sucked
lewdly at the oozing tip.

"Yeah, you're gonna be my little cum-bucket from now on. Whenever I say, I
expect you to slip those lips of yours around my cock and start
sucking—and I don't expect you to stop until I say so. You got that,
cocksucker?"

"Mhmm."

"Good. I like obedient little cum-boys like you. Now, it's time to start
working that pretty mouth of yours." He gripped my head tightly as he
started to rock his hips, my head almost disappearing within his huge
hands. His monstrous rod was sawing back and forth between my stretched
lips, a deliciously warm friction building between my young lips and the
smooth outer sheath of his rigid erection.

"Oh fuck, that's good," Max said as he fucked my mouth. My saliva glands
were working like crazy, spit dripping from the corners of my mouth onto
the sheets as he flexed his powerful hips back and forth. He held my head
tight as he rocked back and forth, driving his rock-hard prick deeper into
my vacuuming mouth. My cheeks were working in and out like a bellows as I
sucked feverishly at his huge pecker, my cheeks adhered to his driving
manhood like a buttery hot glove.

"Just a little more...just a little...OH FUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK..." Max
bellowed as he started to flood my mouth. I felt the head of his prick
swell just before a huge thick gob of baby batter spat powerfully into the
deepest recesses of my mouth. I sucked harder as he kept cumming, torrents
of hot white spunk filling my mouth. I felt it backing up around his
throbbing knob, silvery rivulets leaking out from the corners of my
overflowing mouth. I swallowed, the silky cock-sap sliding warmly down my
throat. He kept cumming, wad after wad of his thick rich semen gushing into
my ravenously sucking mouth. Again, he came for a long time, his pulsing
erection spitting out an incredible amount of his potent seed. I swallowed
again and again, purring contentedly as I fed from his spewing erection.

"That's it, get it all, Cum-Boy," he said as I continued to slavishly suck
while his orgasm slowly subsided. His hands finally released their grip on
my head as he placed his fists on his hips and watched me nurse at his
slowly deflating prick. "That's a good boy...just keep sucking...get every
last drop." I continued to suck and was rewarded as the last dregs of his
silky discharge flowed onto my tongue.

"You'll get some more pretty soon," he said as he stepped back and withdrew
his dick from my sucking mouth with an audible POP! He pointed down to the
sheets in front of him. I looked down, spotting a number of drops of his
brilliant white cum glistening on the sheets, the drippings that had oozed
from my overflowing mouth. "You better clean that up—I've got to sleep
in that bed, you know." I lowered my mouth to the sheets and started to lap
up his pearly nectar, noisily sucking up the warm creamy gobs. "That's
good—I want you to get used to licking up every drop of my cum. Unless I
say otherwise, I expect all of it to end up in your belly—one way or
another. You got that, cocksucker?"

I shivered as I listened to his words, wondering if that meant what I
thought it meant. "Y...yes sir. Does that mean that you're going to..." My
voice trailed off, I was too afraid to even say the words.

"Am I going to fuck you? Is that what you're wondering?" he said as he took
his spent prick in his hand and drew the wet tip all around my mouth,
pushing the white tendrils of his cum at the corners of my mouth onto my
tongue. "What would you think if I did?"

"It...it's so big," I said fearfully, a shiver of trepidation rippling down
my spine.

"Well, I'll tell you what's going to happen, Kid," he said in that soft
lulling voice of his. As he talked, he moved his big pecker all around my
face, the warm spongy knob sliding teasingly over my smooth skin. "I am
gonna fuck you. And when I do, you're going to be taking all 11". I'll fuck
you all night long, just pumping you full of one load after another. I'll
fuck you in any position I want, but what I'm really looking forward to is
having your legs over my shoulders while I just pound you deeper and deeper
into the bed. I'll want to see the look you'll have on your face as I make
you cum by stroking that sweet little spot deep inside you, over and over."
I shivered as he spoke hypnotically, his provocative words causing my prick
to swell once more. "But you're right—it is big. And if I did it right
now, I'd tear you wide open. So we're just gonna wait on that until we get
home, and then we can take our time and get you nice and ready for it."

"Home?" I asked, looking up at him questioningly.

"Yeah, if you're going to be my personal assistant and help take those
stressful loads out of me, you'll need to be where I am—and when I'm not
on the road, that means at home." He paused for a second. "You said your
mother and that guy aren't going to be coming after you, right?"

"Yes sir, they won't."

"Then you've got a decision to make right now—you either come home with
me and let me do whatever I want with you, or you get dressed and go out
that door right now." He ran his hand up his semi-hard cock and rubbed the
tip of his finger across the damp red eye. He took his glistening fingertip
and rubbed it slowly along my full bottom lip. "What's it gonna be, Kid?"

My tongue subconsciously slid forward and licked at his wet finger, the
taste of his silky secretions stimulating my taste buds. I was flooded with
desire as I thought about what my life would be like with this man—it
wasn't hard for me to come to a decision. "I want to stay with you."

"Now, c'mon cocksucker, you can ask nicer than that?"

"Please sir, could I stay and go home with you, sir?"

"And you'll do whatever I want?" he asked as he sawed his long thick finger
in and out of my lips.

"Yes sir, I'll do whatever you want, sir."

"That's better," he said as he pulled his finger from my mouth and stepped
back. He crawled onto the bed as I moved out of the way. He pushed some
pillows into a stack against the headboard and then lay back against
them. "Now, let's continue with that bath you were giving me earlier. Where
were we...oh yeah, right about here." He drew his powerful legs up and let
them roll open to each side, his finger pointing to his spent manhood lying
across his abdomen. I crawled forward on my hands and knees, my eyes
mesmerized by his heavy long cock.

"Nope, you can't have that just yet," he said as I reached toward the
sleeping serpent lying in wait on his midsection. He pointed to his toned
abdominal muscles. "Start where you left off, and just keep working your
way lower until I tell you to stop. I'll let you know when I want your
mouth back on my cock." He crossed his arms behind his head and sat back, a
satisfied grin on his face.

I crawled closer and started licking the taut skin of his abdomen, my
tongue sliding across the smooth warm skin. I loved the taste of him—the
salty sweat seemed to tease my taste buds as I ran my lips and tongue all
over his midsection. I slid my tongue into the warm crease where his leg
met his torso, the heat comforting as my cheek pressed against his thigh. I
licked in long loving strokes along the warm crease, then moved to the
other leg and did the same.

"That's real good, Kid. Now just keep going." He reached down and lifted
his bag out of the way, his big hands almost filled by his egg-sized
nuts. I slid my tongue lower, following the line of the crease down.

"That's the way, let that tongue slide right into my crack—time for you
to eat some ass." He accompanied his words by bringing his knees up even
higher and rolling his hips up, presenting his bum to me like a Christmas
dinner. I breathed deeply, his masculine aroma settling provocatively on my
senses. His scent was intoxicating—not bad at all, just the warm steamy
scent of a big rugged man. Overcome with desire to please him, I lowered my
body fully down to the sheets between his spread thighs and pressed my face
against his crack. I wriggled my face from side to side as I moved deeper
between his big round cheeks, then feathered my tongue forward.

"Oh yeah, that's the way, Kid. Work that hole," Max said as the tip of my
tongue circled his tight puckered ring. His ass was incredibly hot and
steamy—like a sauna. I probed with the tip of my tongue all around the
sensitive skin of his anus, and then drew the warm sweaty flavor back into
my mouth.

"Mmmmm," I purred as I swallowed, loving the taste of him. I dove right
back in, pressing my face flush against his warm bum-cheeks as I eagerly
shot my tongue forward. I rolled the flat of it all around the tight
opening, licking and mewing like a kitten as I devoured his ass.

"That's it, get that hole nice and clean for me," he said as he rolled his
wide hips salaciously against my working mouth. I eagerly continued to lick
and suck, my lips and tongue pleasuring his backside as he lay back, a big
smile on his face.

"Time to get that tongue in nice and deep," he said a few minutes later as
he raised his knees even higher, opening himself right up for me. He
reached forward with one hand and pulled my face hard against him, my lips
pressed tightly to his beckoning starfish. I put the tip of my tongue right
in the middle of the tight little opening and pushed. The wrinkled tissues
relaxed and I felt them start to yield as my tongue began to slip
inside. Feeling the resistance start to diminish, I probed harder, sending
my tongue deep inside him.

"Oh fuck yeah, that's it. Just keep working that tongue nice and deep. I
love a nice deep bath like this." Hearing me mew and purr in delight as I
serviced his ass, he pulled his hand off my head and started slowly jerking
his monstrous cock. He kept me down there eating his ass for fifteen
minutes or so, and I loved every steamy minute of it. I'd work my tongue
nice and deep, swirling it over the hot slick tissues way up inside him
before withdrawing my tongue and licking all around the tender puckered
opening. He'd wriggle his ass and I quickly learned that was the signal to
get my tongue back inside him. Then he'd moan as I snaked it way back up
inside, rolling my tongue all around the steaming membranes lining his
chute. I flicked my eyes up and could see that his beefy member was once
again rock-hard, the incredibly huge cylinder of flesh protruding
temptingly from his circling fist.

"C'mon up here, Kid, time to feed you again." I reluctantly pulled my mouth
away from his big round bum, my face flushed and sweaty from my
exertions. He stroked his prick one more time and then pointed it at my
mouth, the stallion-like proportions of his massive cock causing me to
shiver in wanton desire once more. The enormous crimson crown was dripping
pre-cum already, the slippery goo hanging off the oozing tip in a teasing
strand.

"Ohhhnnn," I groaned hungrily as I leaned forwards and licked up the
dangling strand of juice. My tongue followed the glistening web to the
source and I eagerly slipped my lips over the engorged knob, my lips
stretching as they spread down over the spongy tissues of his glans. I
reached forward and wrapped my hand around the tremendous girth of his
throbbing shaft, a noticeable gap between the tips of my fingers and the
heel of my palm. Oh my God, was it ever big—not just long and hard, but
so big around.

"Mmmmm," I was purring continuously now as I started to bob my head up and
down while I shucked my hand up and down on his pulsing shaft.

"That's a good little cocksucker, just keep feeding like that," he said as
I slobbered away, a steady stream of his silky pre-cum slithering
lusciously onto my waiting tongue. I sucked my cheeks in tightly, creating
a hot wet sheath for his bulging knob to rub against as my head moved
insistently up and down while my hand jacked his rigid shaft. I tried to go
down further, but could only get about half of his thrusting erection into
my mouth before I felt a gag reflex at the back of my throat.

"Hmmm, looks like we've got a bit of a problem," Max said, a stern tone in
his voice. I flicked my eyes up to his and saw a scowl on his face.

"Wha...what's that, sir?" I asked nervously as I slipped my lips off his
enflamed cockhead.

"If you're going to be my personal assistant, you're going to have to learn
to take more of my cock into your mouth."

"M...m...more?" I stammered, my eyes looking down at the incredible size of
his monstrous prick.

"Yes. And by more, I mean all 11". I expect you to be able to suck all of
it, every last inch." I gulped anxiously, having no idea what I was going
to do. I felt the tears welling in my eyes, knowing I had disappointed
him. "Relax, Kid. I don't expect you to be a pro the first time. I know
just the thing to help loosen up that throat of yours."

"You...you do?" I asked excitedly, eager to try anything he wanted me to do
to please him.

"Yeah, I think you're gonna do just fine," he said as he slid out of bed
and stood at the side, his enormous pecker thrusting up at a 45-degree
angle, the fleshy lance glistening with my spit. He reached forward and
pulled me to the side of the bed, then drew the hot spongy glans all around
my face once more. He teasingly rubbed the hot dripping head all around my
face, and it felt so good, I almost swooned with desire. "You do want to
please me, don't you, Kid?"

"Y...y...yes," I said, my hungry mouth trying to find his moving cockhead
as the oozing tip left a silky snail trail on my young skin.

"That's what I want to hear, `cause I want to take care of you too. I want
to keep feeding you that white stuff you love so much, and the deeper you
can take this cock of mine, the more I'm gonna be able to feed you."

He reached down and grabbed one of the pillows, placing it at the edge of
the bed. "I want you right here, on your back." He reached forward and
grabbed my little body, flipping me over as easy as you please, my slight
form like a baby in his powerful hands. I was lying across the bed, the
back of my head on the pillow he'd just placed at the edge. He grabbed my
shoulders and pulled backwards, my whole body following as he placed my
head right at the very edge of the bed. "That's it...now just let your head
hang back."

I did as he asked, letting my head hang over the edge of the bed, the
pillow settling right into the back of my neck. I looked up and saw his
enormous body looming over me, his thrusting erection throbbing just inches
over my upturned face. I swear I could see the hot blood within him pulsing
along the blue vein running up the long thick shaft of his horse-like
cock. I felt myself shiver with longing as I looked up at his gorgeous
prick, bobbing menacingly over my waiting mouth. I licked my lips in
anticipation.

"You're hungry for it, aren't you, Kid?" Max asked, seeing my tongue run
out and circle around my waiting lips.

"Yes sir." I eagerly responded.

"Good, now let's get started." He spread his legs wider apart, ensuring
that he had good footing for what was to come. It also lowered his
midsection slightly, bringing his long thick pecker closer to the level of
my mouth. He wrapped his hand around his dick and pointed it down towards
me. "Open wide, cocksucker—time for me to feed you nice and deep."

I hung my head well over the side, feeling my neck stretch as my throat
came into line with my mouth, then opened my lips as far as they could
go. Max moved slightly closer, settling himself firmly into position, and
then fed the hot spongy tip of his prick right into my waiting mouth.

"Mmmmm," I moaned wantonly against his enflamed cock-head as the bulging
knob slipped right in and filled my mouth. As the thick rope-like corona
slid past, I clamped my lips tight against the smooth shaft and started to
suck.

"Oh yeah, this is gonna be so good," Max cooed as my slobbering tongue
lathered his lemon-sized knob with spit. With his throbbing erection now
locked within my mouth, he unfurled his hand from around the shaft and
gripped both sides of my head in his beefy hands. He held me tight as he
rocked back and forth slightly, feeding the first few inches deeper into my
mouth, letting me get used to the impressive size of the massive
invader. My cheeks were puffing in and out like a bellows as I sucked
slavishly, wanting to bring him as much pleasure as possible. I could feel
my own prick hardening once more as I sucked and licked at his huge cock.

"You like that, eh Kid? You like having your face fucked?"

"Mhmmm," I purred in agreement, the warm vibrations of my voice humming
right through both of us.

"That's good. It's time to fuck it a little deeper. Take a deep breath,
Kid, and then try and relax that gag reflex. I want to get right in
there. I'll count to three, and on three I'm gonna push. Got it?"

"Mhmm," I agreed again.

"One..." I concentrated on trying to relax my throat for what I knew was
going to happen.

"Two..." I took a deep breath, filling my lungs.

"Three..." Max slowly flexed forward, his big hands holding me in place as
his cock started to slide deeper into my mouth.

"Uggghhhhh," I gagged, my throat closing down as the broad flared tip
pressed against the tender tissues as the back of my mouth. He instantly
drew back, pulling his engorged knob right out of my mouth, dangling
strands of saliva connecting the bulbous crown with my open lips. I coughed
and breathed deep, trying to calm myself, but still worried he was upset
with me.

"That's okay, Kid. Not bad for your first time. I expected it actually. But
let's try again—only this time, concentrate harder on relaxing that gag
reflex. You don't want to disappoint me, do you, Kid?"

"N...no sir. Please let me try again. I promise I'll do better."

"That's what I like to hear from my good little cocksucker. I know you can
do it." I looked up at him looming over me. He gave a little wink and then
pushed his rearing cock down towards my face once more. "Get those lips
open again, I want to see every inch of my cock slide between those pretty
lips of yours."

I opened wide and he quickly fed the knob back inside, then gripped my head
tightly with his big mitts. He rolled his hips slowly, rubbing his enormous
prick teasingly all around the inside of my sucking mouth. I loved it. I
closed my eyes and let my emotions take control. My tongue followed his
lead, bathing his prick-head with hot spit as he slowly moved the first few
inches in and out and all around my working mouth.

"That's better, worship that cock," he said in a soft lulling voice. "Suck
it like you never want to let it go. Let me feel those lips and tongue try
to pull it deeper, suck that cock all the way in, all the way down your
throat so you can make love to as much of it as you can."

"Mmmmmm," I purred blissfully as I sucked, my cock stiffening up as he
rolled his hips, his hot spongy knob pressing warmly against the tissues at
the back of my mouth.

"That's the way, Kid. You're going to get it all...just like you want." He
continued talking softly, his hypnotic tone relaxing me. "I'm gonna feed it
right down that sweet throat of yours...feed you every last
inch...one...two...three..."

As he counted, I seemed to instinctively breathe deep, and then felt my
throat relax, just as he started to flex his hips forward. I could feel the
opening to my throat get fuller and fuller as the flared knob pressed
against it, and then it yielded, the head almost popping inside.

"Oh fuck yeah..." I heard Max moan blissfully as he kept moving his hips
forward. I felt a tremendous full feeling in my throat as his long thick
cock went deeper and deeper. It felt incredibly warm as it filled my
throat, the erotic sensation of knowing I was taking his cock deeper and
deeper into me flowed right to my prick. I felt it pulse with a sinful rush
as I thought about the perverted act I was performing.

"That's perfect, Kid...just...just a little more," Max said. I felt his
hands continue to hold my head tightly in place as he flexed further
forwards. I felt something warm and close and then a second or two later I
felt his shaved groin press flush up against my face, my lips nestled right
up against the root of his cock.

"Oh fuck, you've got it all, Kid," Max said as he held his cock there for a
few more seconds before slowly withdrawing. He pulled his pecker all the
way out, and I gasped for air as soon as it cleared my airwaves.

"I...I did it!"

"You sure as fuck did, Kid. I'm proud of you." He reached down and his big
fingers gently stroked along the outside of my throat. I was surprised at
the tenderness of his gesture and felt my heart swell with emotion towards
this big rugged man. "You got every hard inch. Are you ready for it again?"
He pressed down on the top of his throbbing dick and rubbed the gooey head
all over my face. Oh man, I loved that.

"Y...yes please," I gushed in my excitement to swallow his enormous prick
once more. I eagerly opened my mouth wide as he moved back into position
over me.

"Okay, let's just fit this right back in there." He stuck his cock back
into my mouth and once I'd latched on, he took his big hands and grabbed my
head firmly. "I'm gonna go nice and slow for a while so you learn how to
breathe. Alright, here we go." He flexed back with his hips and I knew that
was when I had to take a deep breath. I filled my lungs just before he
reversed direction and started feeding his cock into me. The spongy knob
bumped against those soft tissues at the opening to my throat, and then
slipped right back inside.

"Mmmmmm," I groaned warmly into his driving member as he slid it in deep,
impaling my face with his long hard prick as he buried it to the hilt. I
felt his huge nuts fill my eye sockets as he pressed his groin against my
face, and then he started to withdraw. He pulled back just enough for me to
take another breath, and then thrust forward again. We got into a nice
smooth rhythm, Max long-dicking my throat with slow insistent strokes,
feeding me all 11" with each forward thrust.

"Swallow," he said as he buried his beefy schlong balls-deep and held it
there. I did as he asked, and it felt incredible to feel the muscles in my
throat contract around the long hard pole filling it.

"Oh fuck that's good. It feels like a hot gripping massage rippling all the
way down my cock." He reached forward and stroked my neck again as he
withdrew and then fed it right back into me.

"Swallow," he said again, and I eagerly complied. He started back
long-dicking me, his fingers on my throat feeling his enormous prick move
in and out.

"That's the way, Kid, work that cock with that throat of yours." I'd
swallow occasionally, knowing he liked it. It felt wonderful with my throat
being filled so exquisitely, the intense heat of his erection spreading
from my throat all the way through my chest, and then right down to my
groin. I felt my own pecker throbbing, realizing I had never been so hard
in my life.

"Okay, cocksucker, I'm going to fuck that pretty face of yours a little
harder. It's going to get a little rough now, but you'll be okay. Just
remember, when I'm done, I'm gonna give you a nice big creamy reward."

He adjusted his stance slightly, positioning his massive tree-trunk legs
right where he wanted them on either side of my turned-up face. I loved the
heat of him as he leaned over me, our bodies connected with his gigantic
member impaled in my young face. I shivered with excitement, wanting
nothing more than to please this man...this stud.

His hands left my throat and I felt him grip my head tightly as he reared
back, then nestled his dripping cock-head right at the opening to my
throat. He rolled his hips and I groaned in delight as he teased me, the
spongy glans rubbing provocatively all around the deepest recesses of my
mouth.

"Ehmm...ehmm," I whimpered, pleading with him to put it in deeper, my
tongue rubbing against the underside of the massive knob.

"Alright, Kid, here we go," he said as he flexed back just a fraction and
then thrust forward.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," I let out a long moan and my hands pulled at the sheets in a
death grip as he powered his rock-hard prick all the way in to the hilt,
his groin banging into my face. He paused for just a second before flexing
backwards and then driving it into me once more, my throat bulging
obscenely as his huge knob stretched and filled it.

"Oh fuck yeah," Max moaned as he held my head tightly and really started to
fuck my face. I caved in my cheeks to give him the longest tightest sheath
possible for his pistoning cock. Saliva was sputtering out of the corners
of my mouth and running down my cheeks as he face-fucked me. I breathed
when I could and swallowed continuously, the muscles in my throat rippling
along the hard cylinder of flesh impaling me.

"Oh Jesus, that's so fucking good," he groaned as his balls slapped noisily
against my face. I tried to suck as best as I could, but at this point, I
was nothing more than a hot wet receptacle for his lustful needs—and I
never felt happier in my entire life. I had an overwhelming feeling that
this is what I was made for—to service a big rugged man this. To be his
to do with as he wanted, to be a willing slave for his lust-driven desires,
to worship him—anytime...anywhere.

"Oh Christ, Kid, that throat of yours is so fucking hot and tight, it's not
gonna be much longer." Max continued to face-fuck me, his hips thrusting
vigorously, his groin smashing against my tightly-stretched lips. I
swallowed, again and again, my throat gripping tightly along the full
length of his rock-hard erection.

"OH FUCK," he groaned loudly. "I'M GONNA CUM."

I was surprised when he pulled back, yanking his throbbing member right out
of my mouth. I looked up as he quickly wrapped his hand around the thick
shaft and pointed it at my face, webs and strands of saliva still
connecting his dripping cock-head with my open mouth. I watched, mesmerized
as the gaping red eye filled for just a split-second as a white gob pulsed
to the surface, then a long ropey strand shot forth.

"Aaaahh," I gasped as the thick strand of semen plastered itself onto my
face. I could feel the long white ribbon on my skin, running from my
hairline all the way along my face, over my chin and onto my neck. A second
streaking rope shot forth, this one smashing into my cheek and filling one
eye-socket. As I felt his hot semen hit my face, it triggered a wickedly
sinful need deep within me. While Max kept jacking his shooting pecker onto
my face, I felt my own cock pulse as my surging load sped up the twitching
shaft.

"Yessssss...," I hissed as I came, my untouched prick twitching and
spitting cock-juice all over me as I gyrated on the sheets beneath him. Max
kept pumping, flooding my face with a massive load of jizz. I reveled in
the erotic sensation of his thick white spunk raining down on me as he
moved his spitting cock-head all over my face, leaving no spot untouched. I
finished cumming, but Max kept going, his stroking hand moving back and
forth relentlessly as he unloaded an absolute deluge of thick white cream
onto my face. Through my one good eye I saw another thick rope spurt forth,
this one landing on my other cheek and pooling in my other eye
socket. Unable to see, I could still feel the sizable gobs of baby batter
landing on my upturned face. He climax finally ceased, the last few drops
of pearly nectar dripping right into my open mouth. I was moaning softly in
pleasure, his load of white silky cock-juice feeling like a soothing balm
on my skin.

"Suck out the last little bit," I heard Max say from above me as he dropped
his bulbous knob right between my welcoming lips. I slipped my lips over
the spongy head and sucked, drawing the last few morsels out of his spent
prick, my tongue licking at the seeping red eye. When he had no more to
give, Max pulled his cock out of my mouth and stuck it right in my eye
socket, then used the broad mushroom head to snowplow some of his cum right
into my mouth.

"Mmmmm," I purred as I swallowed the thick rich cream. He moved his slowly
dwindling rod to the other eye and did the same thing, feeding me more of
his manly nectar. I was able to open my eyes, and when I looked up, I saw
him looking down at me with a grin of contentment on his face.

"I guess you like me cumming on your face. You popped as soon as that first
rope hit you."

"Yes sir. I...I loved it," I confessed, feeling myself turning red beneath
the load of cum on my face.

"That's good. I'll be painting that face of yours a lot from now on." He
turned and started towards the washroom. "C'mon Kid, I've got something I
want you to do."

I rolled over and got to my feet, feeling a little dizzy after lying with
my head hung over the edge for so long. I stepped into the bathroom and
looked at myself in the mirror. I gasped as I looked at myself, my face
completely covered with Max's cock-juice. It looked like I was wearing a
white mask. The stuff was everywhere. My whole face was covered, with
massive wads dangling off my chin and cheeks, with one milky gob even
hanging from one ear. It was in my hair, and running down my neck. Man, his
load had been huge, and it was so white. It was so thick and white, his
semen must have been absolutely chock full of sperm. I instinctively ran my
tongue out around my lips and drew what I could into my mouth, swallowing
hungrily as his potent swimmers found a nice warm spot in the pit of my
stomach.

"Do you want me to wash this off, sir?" I asked, thinking that was why he
had asked me into the bathroom.

"Fuck no," Max replied. "I think we'll just leave that load on there for
the rest of the night. I want you to get used to that, `cause like I said,
that's going to be happening a lot. It'll kind of be like me leaving my
personal brand on you—marking my territory." He gave a little chuckle at
that as he stepped over to the toilet. "No, come over here and I'll show
you what I want you to do." I stepped next to him, wads of his white semen
hanging off my face.

"I've gotta take a piss, and as my personal assistant, when I tell you to,
I expect you to hold my cock for me while I do it." I shivered with wicked
excitement, becoming instantly aroused at being told to do something so
nasty. "So just wrap your fingers around my cock and point it at the
toilet." I immediately did as he asked, my slim little fingers circling his
thick shaft, now less than half hard. It felt wonderfully warm and heavy in
my hand as I lifted it away from his body and pointed it downwards.

"That's it, now give it a couple of loose strokes to limber it up." I
stroked my hand forwards, the outer sheath moving freely. I took a couple
of leisurely strokes, loving the feel of his beefy dick in my hand.

"Easy there, Kid, you'll get plenty of opportunities to jerk it off," he
said with a chuckle as I instinctively kept stroking his majestic member. I
stopped, then pointed the broad flared head towards the toilet. I saw his
abdominal muscles flex slightly and then felt a pulsing movement along his
heavy shaft. I watched, totally enthralled, as the wet eye at the tip of
his prick opened up and a powerful stream of piss shot forth.

"Oh my God," I muttered under my breath as I watched the torrential stream
of piss arc out and pound noisily into the water below. I held on, feeling
the jetting liquid speeding through his pecker as his hot piss continued to
shoot forth, as powerful as a fire hose. The robust stream spewed into the
water with a thunderously deep gurgling as it pounded into the bowl. I
could smell it, the acrid scent of his piss firing my senses sinfully as I
breathed deep, the masculine aroma having me licking my lips wantonly. His
deluge of piss finally dwindled, and I moved the head up slightly so the
final few drops fell right into the bowl.

"I guess you liked that," he said with a smirk as he nodded towards my
crotch. I followed his gaze and looked down to see my dick starting to rise
once more. I blushed, feeling like a kid who's been caught with his hand in
the cookie jar.

"Since you liked it, why don't you get down on your knees and clean up
those final few drops." He smiled as he saw me lick my lips while I looked
down, a big drop of piss still filling the wet red eye. "I think you know
how I want you to clean it up." I felt his big hands on my shoulders as he
pushed me down. It wasn't necessary as there was nowhere else I'd rather
be, but for some reason, it made it all the more exciting for him to make
me do it, whether I wanted to or not.

I dropped to my knees and looked up, his heavy member right above my
face. I pursed my lips and he set the spongy head carefully between them,
being careful not to shake off that big drop of piss. I closed my lips
against the sensitive skin of his glans and pressed the tip of my tongue
right into the big wet drop.

"Mmmmmm," I mewed as I tasted the salty acrid taste of piss for the first
time. I sucked and got a little more, letting the manly flavor settle on my
taste buds. I swallowed, and then sucked at the tip, anxiously hoping for
more.

"You like the taste of that, Kid?" he said with a lewd grin as he looked
down at me. I nodded emphatically. "I don't have any more right now. If I'd
known you were going to like it so much, I would have saved some for
you. But don't worry, that's something else for you to look forward
to. I'll make sure you get plenty of that to drink too."

He turned on his heel and walked back into the room. I took a leak myself,
my little tinkle seeming to pale in comparison to the powerful stream he'd
just pummeled into the toilet water. When I got back to the room, he was
leaning over looking into the little bar fridge. He pulled out a beer and
looked back inside before turning to me. "They don't have any milk, Kid,
but you can have a Coke if you want."

"Yes please. Thank you, sir." He tossed me a Coke and then cracked open his
beer, taking a big gulp and burping noisily before climbing back onto the
bed. He leaned up against the headboard, half sitting up as he grabbed the
remote for the TV and turned on the sports news channel. I popped open the
can and took a long drink, the carbonation tickling my throat that he'd
driven his cock down just moments ago.

"C'mere, Kid," he said as he patted the bed next to his hip. I set my drink
on the night table and settled into the spot next to him, unsure of what
was coming next. "Yeah, you look good with my cum on your face like
that—it suits you. Now get down here and get your mouth back on my
cock." He put his big arm around my shoulders and drew me down into his
lap, my body lying next to his with the side of my face on the firm muscles
of his abdomen. He reached down and lifted his flaccid cock up towards my
mouth. I couldn't believe how big it was—even totally soft, it was
bigger than any I had ever seen.

"Get your lips on that and keep sucking while I watch TV. We're in no
hurry, but you'll be getting another creamy reward soon enough. And this
time, I'm gonna let you swallow it." I moaned in delight as I thought about
getting another mouthful of his thick rich cum. I slipped my lips over his
cock-head and lay quietly with my head in his lap. I nursed at the warm
spongy helmet as I let my hand trace down over his abdomen. He turned up
the sound on the TV a bit and I heard him take another slug of his beer
while he sat back and let me suck him.

I loved the feel of his warm heavy glans in my mouth, my tongue slowly
swabbing and licking all around the sensitive tissues. My hand reached
lower and I delicately fingered his balls, only being able to hold one at a
time in the palm of my little hands. I rolled them delicately all around,
hoping they were churning up more of his delicious semen for me. I lightly
traced my fingers up to the base of his prick, rubbing my fingertips
teasingly all around his shaven groin. As I suckled, I spotted one huge
vein running all the way up the full length of his impressive manhood, then
took my fingertip and traced the vein sensually from the base to the flared
crown.

I loved what I was doing, servicing this gorgeous big man the way he
wanted. I hoped I was pleasing him with my efforts, and shivered as I
thought about what my life would be like if I'd never met him. It had only
been a number of hours, but I knew I would be shattered if he asked me to
go. Wanting to please him even more, I caved in my cheeks and sucked
wantonly, like a whore. I didn't care—I wanted to make him happy, to
have him keep feeding me his precious seed, over and over.

"You really like to suck, eh Kid?" Max asked as he reached down and tousled
my hair. I responded by sucking even more vigorously, bathing his crimson
helmet with a healthy dose of warm spit. I felt his prick twitch, then
wrapped my fingers around his shaft. The head swelled slightly as I
continued sucking, my head still lying against his stomach. My circling
fingers started to slide up and down as the burgeoning shaft started to
fill. I was in awe at the endurance and stamina of this big man. He had a
powerful sex drive that seemed to match his breathtaking physical size. He
had already cum three times, and now, he was getting hard again already. I
was thrilled, thinking that maybe I had something to do with his rapid
resurgence, and hoping I'd get to feed from his spectacular erection once
more. I almost swooned as I sucked, picturing that thick rich cock-sap
pouring out of him, and into me.

"Mmmmmm," I purred as his glorious pecker continued to stiffen. I kept
sucking and stroking as his magnificent cock thickened and extended further
into my mouth. As it got harder and harder, it literally pushed my head
higher up on his midsection. It wasn't long before I was sucking at his
totally rock-hard erection, 11" of solid thick cock mine to please.

"You're doing a good job, cocksucker—just keep doing what you're doing."
I could feel his previous load drying on my skin, his semen feeling warm
and tacky. It felt wickedly sinful to do this with his cum all over me, and
the dirtiness of it inspired me to want to please him even more. I sucked
ravenously, his pre-cum oozing steadily into my mouth at this point. I
licked and swallowed his silky discharge, the warm fluid soothing my
battered throat. His erection felt hard enough to cut glass, and I felt his
body flexing as I continued to suck, my stroking hand working to jack him
off right into my mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's it...that's it...just...just...OH FUCK...," Max groaned as
his prick-head twitched and he started to fill my mouth. I pumped away at
his rigid shaft, his thick semen pouring into my mouth. It came out in a
fury, filling my oral cavity within seconds and then running out of the
corners of my mouth. I swallowed, this viscous cream sliding luxurious down
my throat. He continued to unload, wave upon wave of white cum spurting
forcefully into my mouth. My hand jerked at his cock as I locked my lips
tightly beyond the flared corona, pumping as much of his thick rich semen
into my mouth as I could get. I swallowed again and again, his chunky cum
almost clogging my throat as I sucked it down. Again, he came a massive
amount, and I swallowed every delicious morsel, loving the taste of his
precious cock-sap. Finally, with teasing shiver, his orgasm subsided.

"Oh fuck, that was good," he said as he reached down and rubbed my head
tenderly. "But just keep going—I feel like I've got another one that's
not too far behind." He pushed my head down, letting me know he expected me
to keep sucking. There was nothing I'd rather do.

He leaned back against the bed and I heard him take another drink of his
beer while he switched the TV to a football game. I kept sucking, nursing
away at his spent pecker as I sucked out the last dregs of his salty
dogwater. When that was done, I just kept sucking, my lips and tongue just
buzzing from the constant abuse he'd been giving them—but I never felt
happier in my whole life.

A half hour later, I had him back to full erection, 11 glorious inches of
rock-hard cock filling my mouth and hands.


"Get up here, Kid," Max said as he pushed me off his boner and scrambled
out from beneath me. He grabbed me and tossed me onto my back against the
stacked up pillows like I was light as a feather—so now I was leaning
against the headboard like he'd been. "I want to fuck that face of yours
again."


He straddled my tiny form, he thick tree-trunk legs on either side of my
spindly frame as he moved closer and fed his thrusting erection right into
my hot welcoming mouth. He gripped the headboard in his hands and started
rocking his hips back and forth, feeding his enormous prick deep into my
sucking mouth. We quickly got into a delicious erotic rhythm as he fucked
my face, his rigid prick stretching my lips almost to the tearing
point. Which brings me to the start of my story...


"GET READY, KID...HERE IT COMES!" the big trucker said just as his huge
cock started to go off inside my mouth. The first thick rope of cum shot
forth powerfully, the sperm-laden wad of cock-juice shooting deep into my
sucking mouth. His monstrous cock twitched and I felt a second creamy
strand of his milky semen splash over my tonsils. His hips flexed back and
forth as he continued to unload inside my vacuuming mouth, my head banging
rhythmically against the headboard as he fucked my face mercilessly. My
cheeks were working in and out like a bellows as I sucked ravenously at his
rock-hard 11" prick, trying to draw out as much of his delicious man-juice
that I could. I swallowed another thick salty wad as he flooded my mouth
again and again. I couldn't believe the size of his load—and this was
already the fifth one he'd fed me tonight. The silky nectar slid down my
throat luxuriously and I sucked for more, already addicted to a taste I'd
never experienced until just a few hours earlier. As another syrupy ribbon
of semen slid warmly down my throat, my own cock went off again and I
purred like a kitten, writhing in ecstasy as this huge man filled me with
his cum.


Max fed me three more loads that night before we left in the morning. I had
cum twice more myself while sucking him, and each time he'd had me clean up
my own mess. I had a bellyful of semen and had never felt more blissfully
content in my entire life. We weren't on the open road for very long before
Max opened his pants and set me to work—as his personal Trucker
Sucker. He said after this run we'd be at his home in a few days, and he
promised that he'd start to work on opening up my little bum for that
monstrous cock of his.


As I knelt on the floorboards of the truck and sucked, I felt my little
bum-hole twitch in anticipation, wondering how long it would be before I
became his Trucker Fucker too...but I guess that's a different story.


THE END