Date: Mon, 3 Nov 2008 08:55:47 -0800 (PST) From: R Ranger Subject: Marine Home on Leave, Chapters 25, 26 and 27 Warning! This story is sexually explicit, if you are not of legal age to read such or are offended by this type of writing do not read any further. To contact the author cut and paste making appropriate corrections and E-mail: bn2rumpranger "at" yahoo "dot" com Subject line: Marine Home on Leave. Marine Home on Leave By Randall Rumper Chapter 25: Throbbing and Tender Day After My head was spinning and my asshole throbbing Thursday morning as I drove to school. Although I was physically and mentally exhausted I was filled with feelings of invigoration. My mind pondered how I would react towards Sheldon that afternoon at work. The man with whom I'd spent the night having marathon sex. How would he react to me? He plied me with dinner and drink the night prior and then had his way with me sexually for almost ten hours at my apartment. Of course, for me, those were ten hours of total bliss. Yes, I'd definitely been well-fucked. After that all night session of sex I could feel my well-used sphincter throb with each heartbeat as I was driving towards campus. The occasional pothole bump in the road intensified the sensation in my tender well-bored out butthole. I was hopeful that I wouldn't walk funny after such a fulfilling night. Although I'd turned out to be Sheldon's bottom bitch for the night for some strange reason I totally enjoyed it. Oh, how I savored the sensual feelings of getting cornholed more so than fucking another guy. I preferred to have Ronny slide his seven inch Marine schlong in and out of my slick ass while he was home on leave; the same for Ty with his big brown sugar loaf when we had our tryst. I discovered months ago on the Internet that some guys were committed bottoms while others were strictly tops. Me, I was versatile, into it both ways, but preferred the sensuous feelings of a nice fat slippery schlong sliding in and out of my super sensitive ass. Although Sheldon wasn't the biggest I'd taken he was big enough to bring about pleasure and satisfaction. And for me that was most important. The guy managed to ass fuck me four times after midnight and before the sun came up. He ate me out twice more and finger fucked me too. Of course I sucked him off in between fucks; oral sex was Sheldon's preference, but anal intercourse was mine. I quickly discovered that Sheldon was one of those guys not into taking anything up the ass, not even a finger; furthermore, he was not into nipple play either. The thirty year old had the libido of a teenage boy. He made me orgasm every time he seduced me with his seven inch schlong, and they were explosive ejaculations, not dribblers. I couldn't understand how Sheldon was able to keep going like the Energizer bunny all night long after working the previous night. The tow truck driver was unbelievable; he had the libido of a teenager. He could ejaculate and get another erection like a teenage boy within twenty minutes. Sheldon finally confided in me how he was able to maintain his libido and erections for long period's time. He told me that he took hormonal herbs and a little pill called Cialis. The hormonal herbs boosted his testosterone levels, while the Cialis increased the blood engorgement in his penis. After we left the restaurant Sheldon told me he took a 20 mg tablet in his vehicle on the way to my apartment and then another pill after midnight. Sheldon didn't suffer erectile dysfunction. He simply used herbs to enhance his sex drive and Cialis to maintain long lasting erections. He told me that he felt that the Cialis also prolonged ejaculation. He said that if I ever wanted to try the drug to let him know, but he figured I was young enough that I didn't need the extra boost. Hell, at nineteen my cock stayed hard most of the time naturally; furthermore, when it wasn't hard I'd get those unwanted erections. You know those spontaneous teenage erections that plague all young males. I know Sheldon truly enjoyed sucking my fat cock and eating my pink pucker from the way he went about it, and then when he fucked me he did so with great passion and finesse. We tried positions that I didn't even know existed. He would cornhole me in one position and then another. Sheldon had treated me to the best ass fucking of my young life. He had me wailing like a banshee, squealing like a stuck pig or whimpering like a child each time he pounded my firm young ass. He could bang me for fifteen or twenty minutes at a time and then slow down; we'd change positions, and then pick up the tempo again. He'd do this three or four times, holding off on his orgasms before he'd plow me full-on until we both would erupt with powerful ejaculations. What totally drove me wild was the unique way he used the head of his cock to tease my sphincter. Sheldon drove me nuts with desire titillating my bunghole with that spongy pink cockhead. He would excite me sensually as he played the head in and out of my sphincter. I would reciprocate clinching, relaxing and tensing as he would insert the bulbous head in between the two rings. Then I would try to work my sphincter as if I was trying to suck the head of his cock up inside me. Of course I enjoyed the long sensuous strokes too. Yes, Sheldon was definitely a great sex education teacher. Chapter 26: Road Trip After a few hours of boring classes I grabbed a quick number two burger meal to go and drove straight to the shop. I was lucky that I'd been able to get all my classes scheduled for Tuesday and Thursday mornings that way I had more time for work. A lot of students weren't so lucky. They'd have to make two or three trips to campus a day or remain on campus throughout the day. When I arrived at the shop Thursday afternoon I was immediately greeted by Mr. Driver who said, "Go out back and help Sheldon hook up the Landoll. You guys are taking a road trip." I was taken aback by the announcement thereby questioning, "How long will I be gone? I've got a group project at college on Saturday afternoon." Of course I lied, the only project I had going was a sexual tryst with Lee for Saturday night. "You should be back early Saturday morning, afternoon latest," Mr. Driver said. I didn't question the boss, just headed out the back door to meet up with Sheldon. He'd already backed the tractor up and connected the big flat bed trailer. I helped him hook things up and perform all the safety inspection shit, checking the brakes, lights, tires, etc. He didn't treat me any different, like the night before never happened. Finally, the rig was ready to roll. We went back inside to get printouts of the map and itinerary, also road money from Mr. Driver. "Is your commercial class permit current? Mr. Driver ask me. "As far as I know," I said pulling my wallet out to check the temp permit. I'd taken the written test months prior, but never taken the driving test. Mr. Driver took it from me. He looked it over saying, "This thing expires in less than two months. We're gonna to have to get you down for a drivin test in the next couple of weeks." "Okay," I said. "You guys are pickin up a customer's diesel pusher motor home with a blown engine. The trip is a little over 600 miles one-way. You should make in about 12 hours driving time with a stop for fuel and dinner. Get down there and then get a hotel room so you can get a few hours sleep then get loaded up. I don't want any tickets or to pay storage any longer than necessary on that damn motor coach. And you help with the driving kid." "Sure," I replied. "Here's a hundred dollars road money. Use the credit card for fuel and lodging. Now get out of here and hit the road," Mr. Driver roared handing Sheldon the hundred dollar bill, credit card and other paper work. We both left the office stopping at the soda machine before heading towards the big truck with the Landoll trailer behind it. Sheldon asked if I needed to stop by my apartment for anything. I told him I'd like to get my shaving kit and a change of underwear. My apartment was on the way to the Interstate entrance. When we stopped at my apartment I quickly ran inside to put a few items in my backpack. I noticed it was a little after four when I climbed into the truck. Sheldon smiled asking, "You bring the stuff?" "What stuff?" "You know, the stuff we used last night." "Oh, that stuff, yeah I got it in here," I said holding my backpack. "Throw the backpack up in the sleeper," Sheldon said looking over at me as he eased the big rig onto the Interstate before asking, "So, how's your asshole feelin today?" "You know, a little tender, but I'm okay." "So, what'd you think about last night?" Sheldon questioned with a smirk. "You definitely know how to cornhole a guy, but moreover I've never had my asshole eat out with such skill in all my life. But I'm just a beginner to this type stuff." "I'm glad you enjoyed it kid." "Oh I did." "By the way I ask old man Driver to let you go along on the run. Hope you don't mind. I told him you needed some extra trainin." "Yeah," I replied in a hushed voice with smirk on my face, "wonder what kind of training you got in mind." "By the way if you're tried you can crawl up in the sleeper anytime and catch a few winks before I turn this thing over to you at the fuel stop. We'll get somethin to eat then." "Okay," I said as I made my way up into the sleeper compartment. I didn't close the curtain. I lay there dozing on an off kind of mesmerized by the hum of big rig rumbling along the Interstate. My thoughts turned to Ronny, wondering if he had found another Marine to help him get through the long nights in Afghanistan. I must have fallen asleep thinking about my Marine so far away. When I awoke afternoon had turned to nightfall. The cab was dark except for the illumination given off by the dash lights. I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost eight at night. We'd been on the road for about four hours. As I looked down at Sheldon sitting in the big Captain's chair I noticed through the dim dash lighting in the cab that his hard penis was poking out of his coveralls. His big paw slowly stroking it. I couldn't resist the temptation, so, I made a bold move asking, "Ya want me to suck on that?" "Sure, if you want." I climbed down from the sleeper positioning myself where I could comfortably bury my face in Sheldon's crotch, so I could wrap my lips around the magnificent piece of man meat that was weeping precum. The lighting emitted from the dashboard made the sight of Sheldon's schlong look even more eerie. I grasp his cock at the base and began licking the crown of the cockhead cleaning up all the delicious precum before popping the head into my mouth. I heard Sheldon suck in a breath and then exhale a sigh of pleasure as I took his succulent cockhead into my moist mouth. "Oh yeah kid, that mouth of yours is better than pussy anytime." Sheldon cooed. When I withdrew my mouth I let my tongue slowly circle the purple coronal ring surrounding the bell end of Sheldon's beautiful cockhead. I wanted to savor the moment for as long as possible. I licked the area beneath the piss slit before popping the bulbous cockhead back into my mouth. Then I began bobbing up and down on the first three or four inches of that sumptuous schlong feeling it pulsing through my lips with each up and down movement. Every once in a while I'd pull off to lick the precum from the urethral opening at the tip, listening to Sheldon moan. His big right hand was resting on the back of my head, toying with my hair, coaxing me on. As I dined on Sheldon's dick I visualized getting cornholed in some hotel room in a few hours by the man with his big paw resting on the back of my head. I held the base of Sheldon's cock in one hand while I let the fingers of my other hand fondle his large nuts. There was a musty smell about his crotch area that I hadn't noticed the night before, but he hadn't had a chance to shower before we departed. My moist lips kissed all over the glistening crown and then my lips slowly moved down the shaft wanting to make things last as long as possible. After about twenty minutes of sucking the big man's cock I felt Sheldon's balls tighten up and the head of his cock swell. I knew what was ahead, some deliciously thick cum. Sheldon exploded with force nearly gagging me, shooting shot after shot of warm spooge into my mouth. I eagerly gobbled it up as if I was drinking a milk shake. I licked him clean and remained with my head in his lap fondling his balls while kissing his cock. "That was great kid," Sheldon said gently rubbing my head. I didn't respond. I was savoring the moment kissing Sheldon's withering wang, smelling his pubic hair. I must have drifted off with my face buried in his crotch because the next thing I remember was him lightly ruffling my hair saying, "Hey kid were gonna make a fuel stop and get some grub." I sat up blurry eyed as Sheldon applied the Jake brake heading the rig off the Interstate towards a large luminous truck stop in the near distance. Once we pulled up to the fuel pumps Sheldon zipped his coveralls up before climbing down from the cab. He grabbed the fuel nozzle sticking it in the big silver side tank and then set the lever stop. He told me to clean the windshield. As the pump poured diesel fuel into the tank Sheldon took his tire-thumper and began walking around the rig striking every tire to make sure they were all pressured up properly. Once he was done he returned to the fuel tank and topped it off. He called out his name and license number over the call box and then got back up in the cab to move the rig to the parking area, telling me to meet him inside. As I walked towards the retail store I looked at my watch, it showed a few minutes after nine. Chapter 27: Knights of the Road Sheldon pulled away from the pump island to find a spot to park the big tractor and trailer. In the meantime I went inside the truck stop's retail shop to find the restroom. The truck stop definitely knew how to market items in its retail store. Being a Business major and taking advertising and marketing classes I knew something about the subject. As I stood at the urinal a double page advertising sheet confronted me at eye level on the wall above the urinal listing of all in-store specials. The ad sheet listed everything from CB radios; tie down straps, fuel additives to clothing and food items. Great marketing strategy I thought, while the customer holds his cock in his hand taking a piss he could read about anything to satisfy his shopping needs. As I exited the restroom I eyed Sheldon waiting in line at the cashier's stand. He stepped forward using the credit card to pay for the fuel load; meanwhile, I maneuvered through the display shelves looking at all the different trucker's merchandise while waiting for Sheldon to finish his business. For some reason I'd always been in awe of the Knights of the Road and their shinny steeds. For me these road warriors were the essence of independence and machismo. Their big trucks were the embodiment of muscle and grit. To some drivers their trucks were things of beauty with eye catching paint schemes and murals. These trucks were the trucker's home away from home. They glistened under the lighting at the truck stop while others were just dismal and plain looking. I often fantasized about what a trucker's life might be like. Long haul drivers rumble along the asphalt and concrete ribbons that interconnected cities delivering finished goods and raw materials throughout our nation. I felt they were the unsung heroes providing essential services to our society. I remember spending many nights as a kid monitoring my CB radio listening to truckers chatter, warning their brothers of Smoky on the prowl for speeders. And when I rode with my parents I'd give that pumping up and movement with a clenched fist signaling an oncoming trucker to blow the air horn. Some would comply and others paid me no attention. I felt the big paw come to rest on my shoulder and Sheldon say, "Ready to eat?" "You bet." "Let me take a leak and wash my hands and we'll go get some grub," Sheldon said as he departed for the restroom while I continued searching the shelves for some trinket that would ingratiate me into the road warrior fraternity. Once Sheldon was finished in the lavatory we headed off to get some food. My stomach was growling. I hadn't had anything to eat since the burger meal after classes. Except for the burger, a soda before we left the shop and that delicious snack of Sheldon's cum in the truck that was my caloric intake for the day. We entered the driver's section of the truck stop restaurant. One of the truckers immediately recognized Sheldon saying, "Hey Shell join me," motioning us over to the booth. We sat down me between the two truckers in the half circular booth. The trucker to my right was sporting a well-trimmed a beard and wearing a worn baseball cap. The guy questioned who I was, "So, who's your young protégé?" "Bill this is Gary and Gary this is Bill. Bill and me go back to our school days and my days of over-the-road trucking." Bill and I reached across and shook hands while Sheldon explained, "Young Gary works with me at Driver's shop and this is a training run for him." "Yeah, I'll bet it is," Bill said with a wry smile, "So, how old are you?" "Nineteen almost twenty," I said. "Yeah, Shell likes young trainees," Bill said. I was sensing covert sexual overtones in Bill's voice as we talked. I wondered if the two had some history. Finally, the waitress appeared with glasses of water and coffee. She began engaging the two truckers in some flirtatious banter, hoping for a lucrative tip. We all ordered our meals and the lady disappeared. Bill appeared to be about the same age as Sheldon, but not as tall. "You know, you're lucky to live in a state that allows eighteen year olds to get a commercial class drivers license. Most states you have to be at least twenty-one," Bill said. "Yeah, that's what Sheldon and others have told me," I replied. "So, you gonna be gettin into truckin or towin?" Bill asked. "Don't know yet. I'm a full-time student and work at Driver's shop part-time while I attend college." "You know there's a real shortage nationwide for qualified truck drivers. Many drivers are aging out of the job and not being replaced," Bill said. Sheldon interrupted saying, "I hope by next summer the kid can get started towards becoming certified through the TRAA certification program." "Under your tutelage I'm sure the kid will breeze through the national towing and recovery certification program Shell. Bein a college boy he should have no problems with book work and the written test. Then with your guidance he should be ready for the practical test," Bill said. No sooner had Bill finished what he was saying than our food arrived. The lady began setting the food on the table along with condiments before refilling our coffee mugs. Finally, she ask if there was anything else she could get for us. We all dove into our food as the waitress departed. We ate and drank coffee until we were full without a word. Finally, Bill leaned back and belched remaking, "This place always has damn good grub." The waitress returned to the table refilling our water glasses and coffee cups. I got brave and asked, "So what are you drivin Bill? "Pearlescent white 05 Pete 379 with 475 Cat and mid roof sleeper. What're you guys in?" Bill asked. Sheldon replied, "Yellow 04 Ken with 550 Cat. Pretty damn fine rig you're drivin Bill." "Yeah, got almost half a million miles on her. I owe a lot of that mileage to AMSOIL and AMSOIL fluids. Might make a million miles if I keep her," Bill said. I'd heard the term AMSOIL, but wasn't sure so I ask, "What is AMSOIL?" "One of the oldest and best synthetic oils and lube products on the market," Bill said, "what about you guys?" "Driver has us using Mobil 1 synthetics," Sheldon replied. "Good product," Bill said. As the two men talked about synthetic oils, lubricants and makes of trucks I listened intently, wanting to learn as much as possible about the trucking industry. I soon discovered that the two men favored Caterpillar engines over others and it sounded as though the Detroit diesel was least favored. They discussed transmissions, tires and driving axles until Sheldon looked at his watch and said that we had to get going. When we got up Bill grabbed the tab and said that dinner was his treat. We both thanked our host for dinner. Sheldon left a ten dollar tip on the table and excused himself to the restroom while I accompanied Bill to the cashier's station. After Bill paid for dinner we both headed towards the restroom area. We met Sheldon coming out as we entered. We both needed to get rid of the coffee from dinner. When we came out of the bathroom Sheldon was browsing the shelves of the retail store. "Hey you guys wanta take a gander at my rig before we hit the road?" Bill ask. "Sure," I said eagerly. We headed out to the parking area where Bill gave us the nickel tour of his rig. Sheldon, of course, then had to show off our setup. Bill definitely had the better looking truck of the two, but he owned his truck. Before we left Bill gave Sheldon and I one of his new business cards. The card with a glossy black background showed a Sliver Peterbuilt image on the right side of the card with an orange Independent Owner Operator logo on the left. In the center was informational lettering printed in raised gold. The card not only listed Bill's name and phone numbers, also e-mail and website. All in all a very impressive looking professional business card. The huge illuminated parking area was humming with big rigs idling and the smell of fuel permeated the air. Before Bill climbed into the cab of his Pete he turned to me with an invitation, "If you ever get tired of ridin around with Shell and want to experience an over the road long haul let me know. You got my information on my card." With that said Bill climbed up into the cab of the big Pete. He winked at me and then fired up the powerful diesel engine. We all waved and said our goodbyes as Bill pulled away, and then Sheldon and I walked towards our eighteen-wheeler. On the way Sheldon slapped me on the back and told me that it was time for night training. I climbed up into cab of the Kenworth, adjusting the driver's seat before igniting the big Cat engine. Sheldon walked around checking the lights before assuming the second seat. Once Sheldon was seated I pushed in the clutch, engaged the transmission, released the parking brake, let out on the clutch again and we were moving. As the big tractor-trailer began slowly rolling forward Sheldon told me to watch both mirrors and not snag anything as we departed the parking area. In a matter of minutes we were back on the Interstate where I was going through the gears heading the big rig south east towards our final destination. My mind whirred thinking about what lay ahead. [To my readers I enjoy hearing from you, especially the positive comments. The feedback on the story thus far has been mostly positive; however, there have been some negative e-mails regarding the story. I tend not to reply to most of the negative comments, but let me address some concerns expressed. First off, this is not a true love story; it is a work of erotic fiction based on some truths. The story is about a young sexually adventurous male in his late teens, we all remember those tumultuous teen years, years of experimentation, indulgence and uncertainty. We all had our true loves back in high school and college, gay or straight, with whom we shared much in the way of intimacy. Many of us also had secret outside interests with partners of the same sex. As a writer I am one of those many who had secret sexual trysts, but eventually settled with one life partner. I'm glad that I experimented during my teens and twenties; maybe it made for a more solid foundation in my future relationship. Secondly, many e-mails have taken me to task for introducing biracial characters into the story. To that I say again, it is a fictional story, live with it and enjoy the storyline. Others have emailed me begging me not to kill Ronny the Marine off. Ronny has many more months left on his deployment; many things can happen in those months. I haven't made a decision on the ending to the story yet. Ronny may live, come back home and the two characters live happily ever after. Or he may get wounded or even killed in action in Afghanistan. Others want Gary, the main character, to develop a sexual relationship with Ronny's younger brother Brandon. The latest e-mail beat me up for introducing Sheldon the tow truck driver that is ten years older than Gary the main character in the story. Remember that all characters in the story are of legal age of consent and fictional. Variety is the spice of life. To me as a writer and as a reader of erotic fiction I look for action, conflict, suspense and to be taken on an unforgettable journey. Throughout my story I try to arouse one's sexual desires. As a writer my job is to entertain and draw emotional response from my readers. Many times readers want to be drawn into the storyline, looking for characters to which they can relate. I try to develop believable characters and storyline. Above all I hope to deliver a good plot that keeps my readers guessing what's next and wanting to read more.]