Date: Thu, 2 Dec 1999 07:40:15 -0500 From: Jamie Anderson Subject: Taken For A Ride. The usual boring disclaimer. This tale contains graphic descriptions of sex scenes between two males. If this offends you, I can only conclude that you get your jollies by being offended, otherwise you wouldn't be here, so you may read on. If it against the law for you to read such things you should seriously consider the following question; Whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? And while you're doing that, you too may read on. If you are not yet of an age to read such things, but you have hacked your way this far, there is little that I can do, except assure you that the tales of it making you go blind are blatant lies. It is, as ever, a work of total fiction, well - that's not 100% true, there really is a night ferry between Hull and Rotterdam. ******************************************************************* Taken For A Ride. It had seemed a good idea at the time. I would save me the train fare and I might get to meet someone interesting, I had reasoned. However, now as I stood at the exit from a Motorway Service Area thumb extended watching the cars swish by me, I was having second thoughts. The thunder that had started rumbling in the distance some time back was now very close and the wind had picked up. Any minute now it would start pissing down and I would be soaked to the skin. The alternative was to take shelter, but then I'd never get a ride in time to catch the night ferry from Hull to Rotterdam. Time to start cheating. I'm slim built with shoulder length black hair. I do not look anything like my 20 years; in fact I still get thrown out of pubs for being underage. Also, from a distance it is difficult to judge my gender. So by changing the way I am standing and my body language, what appeared to be a teenage boy changes into what appears to be a teenage girl. Oh, I'm not into drag; I'm not even effeminate, it is just a trick that I have learned. However, as the next 3 cars don't even slow down, my confidence in my acting ability takes a blow. Shit! It has started raining. The first fat drops land on me and I'm just turning to run for cover when I notice that the large rig coming out of the parking lot is not accelerating. Yes it is braking. I run over and climb up the side of the cab and the door swings open just as I reach it. I throw my bag in, dive inside and slam the door behind me. Just in time as the rain is now pelting down. I would have been like a drowned rat in about 5 seconds. "Where are you heading for?" asks the driver. He's about 35, blond and husky, not handsome but definitely bedable. "Hull." "You're a boy?" "Yup, been one all my life." "OK you are in luck I'm heading for Hull to get the ferry to Rotterdam," he says. "Great, I'm booked on the ferry too, I'm on my way to Amsterdam. If I can get to Rotterdam my student rail pass will get me to Amsterdam." "I think it's your hair, why do you grow it so long?" he asks. "It pisses off my parents." He laughs at this. I get told to stow my bag in the small night cabin behind our heads. Now I can look him over, as he is far too busy trying to see through the rain, which is almost overcoming the efforts of the windscreen wipers. Short blond hair, powerful arms and a wide chest tapering down to a surprisingly trim waist. His 501's fit him snugly and one glance at his groin confirms he is a lad, and a big one at that. His thighs would look lovely on either side of my head. "You wouldn't have stopped if you had thought I was a boy?" "Nope - well, I might have, the radio is bust and I need some conversation." "I see." "I'm as horny as Hell and the bitches who ride with me are expected to put it out." My, my, he is arrogant. "You only pick up easy lays?" "They usually come across in the end, and if they don't, then there is always the alcopops." Alcopops, I had better explain, are a mixture of alcohol and some sweet soft drink. They are very easy to get drunk on, as you don't realise how strong they are. "Alcopops loosens them up a bit?" "The ones I give them do, I spike them with almost pure alcohol. After they have had a couple their eyeballs are floating," he says, with some relish. My new chum is a bit of a bastard and no mistake. Also he is obviously straight. Still there is straight and straight. A horny straight is sometimes on of the latter kind, if you follow my drift. I currently estimate my chances of having it off with him to be about, oh let's say 50%. "Yes," he continues, "once I can get my hand inside their knickers, they have no chance at all." Hmm, he's modest with it, isn't he? First let me see in I can make him a bit hotter. "What do you mean?" I ask, innocently. "When I can get to their clit I can really get them going, and drive at the same time. The number that have sat where you are sitting now, moaning and screaming as I play with their clit and finger fuck them Then they cum all over the place, that's why the passenger's seat has a plastic cover on it," he says, obviously enjoying the memory. The rain is still pissing down and to make things worse dusk is falling fast. I eyeball his crotch, it is working, he's got a stiffy and it is pointing to his left hip. Yikes! I can even smell it from where I'm sitting. "Then what do you do," I ask, feigning interest. "Pull over at the next parking area and get the bitch into the back cabin so I can eat her out." A slight shudder runs through my body. I know that sex isn't really good unless it is dirty, and God knows the dirty things that I have got up to in my time, but eating pussy, yuck. "Once they've cum a couple times they become a lot more reasonable. So then it is just a question of slipping it in and enjoying myself," he says. He is now licking his lips and is most definitely in a sexually aroused state. "No condom?" "No way. It's like taking a bath with your socks on. Besides these days there is no reason for them to get pregnant. There's the pill, the morning after pill and if all else fails, the bitch can have an abortion," he says, with some conviction. He is obviously one of the ones that the women's lib lot would just love to castrate with blunt, rusty scissors. "And they let you ride them bare back?" I ask, putting some amazement into my voice. "Half of them are too carried away to notice until it's over and done with. The rest, I just tell them to trust me and I'll pull out in time," he says. "And do you?" He laughs loudly at that. "The next time I pull out before I shoot will be the first time," he boasts. My new chum is truly in the bastard business, at the production end. No wonder the UK leads Europe in the pregnant teenage girls stakes. "Christ, I'm even hornier now." "Jack off," I suggest. "I gave up jacking off right after I got laid for the first time." "Well, I could jack you off. My big brother used to make me jack him off. He even taught me how to do it with spit, and everything," I lie. My poor big brother used to get jacked off by me all right, but I was the one who was doing the chasing. There is a pause; he is actually considering it. My chances are now 60% on scoring. "Nah, I like to feel me shooting inside someone." All is not yet lost; I'll just have to give him a nudge in the right direction. "What do you do if it is the wrong time of the month?" "I let the bitch have the choice, blow me or I'll just carry on regardless," he says, and manages to sound magnanimous about it. We drive in silence for a bit. The penny is rolling around in there somewhere; it'll drop eventually. I watch his face, which is now lit only by the instrument lamps and the occasional flash of a car passing in the opposite direction. Suddenly a crafty look crosses it, the penny has dropped. He waits and presently we pass a sign telling us about a Service Area coming up. "Would you really jack me off?" he asks, dead casual. "Yeah, sure. I don't mind. I've done it dozens of times. I'm real good at it, honest. Besides I owe you something for saving me from the rain." We pull into the Service Area and head for the truck park. There are only a handful of trucks in it, but he still parks in the most remote spot. Once the engine is switched off the rain sounds very loud on the roof. He scrambles into the small back cabin and I follow. The curtains are pulled and the weak interior light switched on. He lies on his back, his hands behind his head and his cock straining the fabric of his 501's. "OK, on you go," he says. He sucks in his belly and lets me unbuckle his belt. I unbutton the waistband of his jeans and he lets his belly out again. Not that he has a big belly, just tight jeans. As I unbutton the second stud I run into pubic hair. He doesn't even wear underpants, no wonder I could smell it in the cab. I unbutton his fly completely and unwrap tonight's dinner, tube steak, oh goody it's my favourite. He has a nice sized cock. I hate them when they are too big and the little ones are just disappointing. He's about 7 inches, fairly fat and uncut. I gently grasp it and examine the end. The eye gapes wide and oozes the clear fluid of his pre-cum. I retract his foreskin letting the glistening glans emerge into the watery light. God it is steaming and smells seminal. I desperately want to suck it but I know that it will be much better if it is 'his idea'. So I cup my free hand and spit into it. When I transfer this to the head of his cock he groans in appreciation. I begin to wank him, but slowly, very, very slowly. He lies there enjoying the sensation and I make no move that is likely to cause him to reach an orgasm. I'm betting he'll hit on me any second. "Did you ever suck your brother's cock?" he asks, coolly. "Look, I only said that I'd jack you off," I reply, sounding indignant and a bit frightened. "It's a long way to Hull, and the rain hasn't stopped." "Awe, come on man, that's not fair." "I'll bet your brother made you suck him off." Close, so very close, I used to have to get my dear brother really hot before he'd let me get so much as my lips round it. "You'll not You won't" I dribble to a stop. "Cum in your mouth? Nah. Now get on with it or start walking," he says, ending on an icy note. "OK, but remember, you promised." "Yeah, yeah." Now my acting abilities are being put to the test. I want that cock so bad I can almost taste it, but I must come across as a reluctant lover. Hesitantly I lower my head, enjoying the aroma of a sexed up male. This always makes my head buzz. "Suck it," he hisses. My lips touch the tip and I surreptitiously lap up the pre-cum. He doesn't notice and thrusts up with his hips driving the head of it through my lips. I begin to move my tongue over the head, checking the usual places. Yup the slit is sensitive, as is the ridge round the edge and the little membrane of skin just down from the slit. He is making encouraging noises and hardly notices me cup his balls in one hand. They are a bit tighter against the base of his cock than I'd like, so I switch from tongue to lips. He comes back from the abyss slightly. By careful work on my part I keep him hovering near the edge for quite a while. His hands are no longer behind his head, they are running through my long black locks. Any moment now the treachery will begin. Suddenly he gives a grunt and grabs my head. His hips begin to thrust and he fucks my face. Naturally I fight to get free, but not too hard. His nuts are now clamped tight to his cock, I rub him just behind his nuts and he shoots. Each time he fires he shouts, 'God!'. Strange really as he hasn't come across as a particularly religious person up till now. "Swallow it, bitch," he growls. Hey, I haven't finished tasting it yet. So I ignore him and enjoy my meal. "Swallow it!" I make an exaggerated gulp, and he is happy. Mind you he hasn't let go of my head yet, but he is still shooting weakly. I run the flat of my tongue along the slit and manage to pull the last string of his cum out. So this is the stuff babies are made of? Just think, my selfless efforts have saved some poor girl from getting knocked-up. Maybe I deserve a medal. Eventually when his lust is slated he releases me. "You BASTARD!" I scream at him. I make like I'm about to puke and the bugger laughs at me. "Never put a cock in your mouth unless you can handle what comes out of it. You'll live. Now get a move on, we have a ferry to catch," he says, putting my new toy back in its wrapping and then buttoning up his jeans. I, of course, am elated. I just love getting it off with straight guys. Unfortunately I'm supposed to be mad at him, so I sit as far away from him as possible and run in sulk mode. Eventually this pricks even his thick pelt. "Have you got a cabin on the ferry?" he asks I shake my head. "How about me getting you dinner and sharing a cabin?" God, he really is cheap. I know that truckers get free meals and accommodation. He will not be out of pocket by a penny, yet he sounds like he was taking me out to the Ritz. However, as this is playing into my hands, I nod in acceptance and become a bit more commutative. The rain stops just as we pull into the line for the ferry. Tickets are turned into boarding cards, passports are checked and we drive through customs without being stopped. Finally we are parked in the line waiting to board. We are right up behind the truck in front and to either side of us there are just the bodies of the trucks so no one can see us. "You really know how to suck cock," he says, "did your brother make you do it to him." "Yeah, but he would pull out before he came," I say, accusingly. "Will you give me another one, once we are on board?" he asks. "Will you come in my mouth again?" "Yes, after a while you'll get to like it," he reasons. God, the arrogance of the man. I sit looking sulky and he reaches over and ruffles my hair. When this produces no answer he pulls my head down until my face is pushed right into his crotch. He grinds my face into his manhood and I can feel it is getting stiff again. "Oh yeah, you'll suck it again," he says, "In fact you could give me a quickie now." The trucks to our right begin to move and he releases me. I sit in the corner and pout. But I put my chances of him fucking me in the 90% range. All I have to do is to get him to think it is his idea. Once we are parked on the freight garage deck we grab our bags and climb out. For the first time a get a look at him standing up, he's quite a bit taller than me and he has piercing blue eyes. He heads off to reception and picks up a cabin key, then we head down several floors. Truckers might get free cabins, but they are not in the first class section, if you get my drift. The cabin consists of two bunks, one above the other, a desk-cum-dressing table with a mirror behind it a wardrobe and a toilet/shower room. We do not rate a porthole. "I think I need a shower; I feel dirty," I say, just to see if I can prick his conscience. "As good a place as any, I'll be in directly," he says, with a lecherous grin. I strip and go into the shower. As I do so I look back, he is now stripped to the waist and he has a marvellous upper body. His chest is smooth but a line of hair runs from just above his navel down into his jeans. I adjust the taps to get a powerful, warm spray and step under it. He walks in naked and erect. For effect I look at his cock and gulp. He looks me up and down. I'm having a Hell of a job stopping my own erection. "Shit! You're far to pretty to be a boy," he says, as he reaches out and pulls me into his arms. Oh God, I can't possibly be hugged against that chest by those big muscular arms and not get an erection! Time to come clean; and what better a place to do it than the shower. Now while his eyes are stunningly blue, mine are big and brown. I also have long eyelashes that make a lot of girls jealous. I make eye contact with him and open my eyes slightly too much. Then I let my feelings of sexual lust for him show. This, I should point out, requires no acting ability whatsoever. "Fucking hell, don't do that!" he exclaims. "Do what?" "Look at me like that?" I keep holding the eye contact. "You are trying to start something," he says. He is completely lost. He fancies me, but I'm a boy, yet he can't stop himself wanting me. "So!" I say, giving him the cheeky boy grin. "Oh, what the Hell!" One of his hands grabs my hair and locks my head into position. To my utter delight I see his face heading towards mine. His lips are wide open when he kisses me and his tongue forces its way into my mouth. I put up token resistance. My, my he does know how to kiss. I respond in kind. After about 3 minutes, and having him do my breathing for me for most of that time, he breaks off. "You're a faggot." Gosh, Sherlock Holmes has got nothing on this lad! "What makes you think that?" I ask, coyly. "I kissed you and you got a stiffy." "You've got one too," I counter. "Yeah, I got mine because you're gonna suck it, you got yours because a man kissed you." One of the interesting things about having it off with straights is the double thinking that they have to do to explain their actions. For fun I give him the come-on look again. "Oh why the Hell aren't you a girl?" Time to up the stakes if I'm going to get a fuck out of him. "What would you do with me if I was a girl?" I ask, trying to sound only curious. "I'd pick you up and shag you against the wall." I put a puzzled look on my face and cock my head to one side. "Put your arms round my neck and I'll show you?" Being a good boy, I do as I'm told. His hands grasp my buns and he lifts me with little effort. I'm in Heaven. "Now wrap your legs round my waist." I do that, but as I wriggle into position I make sure that his meat bone ends up running up the crack of my ass. Oh, it is so close to where I wand it to be. But it has got to be his decision, not mine. "Then I'd put you up against the wall like this and slip you a length," he says, leaning my naked back against the cold wall. Boldly I go for another kiss and he responds willingly. While we snog I squeeze his boner with my ass, he groans. A little bit more is needed, so I wriggle around on it. He breaks off the kiss. "Did your brother ever manage to get it up you?" he asks. I nod. True, I almost had to tie him to the bed to get it in me and afterwards he always had a guilt trip for days, but fuck me he most certainly did. "Good." I let a worried look cross my face. "Now look, he is nothing like as big as you..." Flattery always helps with straight guys and, true to form, he grins proudly. "You'll love it," he says. "If you're going to do that, I'm the one who calls the shots while your getting it in me. You could split me open with that thing," I say. He grins his acceptance and lowers me to my feet. I turn off the taps, we dry ourselves and go back into the cabin. I get a tube of KY out of my bag, well, I always live in hope, and put it on the shelf above the lower bunk. "OK, you lie on the bed face up." He is on the bed in a flash, his cock pointing upwards at about 45 degrees. I join him on the bed, kneeling between his legs. As I open the KY I drink in the sight before me. He is all man, hairy, muscular, horny and stinking of sex. He makes happy sounds as I grease up his manhood. Then I quickly insert the head of the KY tube in my ring and squeeze hard. The sensation of the cold jelly squirting into me makes drool in anticipation. I think it is a Pavlovian reflex. I straddle him and work his cock until it is dead on target. "Right now lie still, no sudden pushing or there will be blood everywhere." I press down and get the head in. That is the easy part. Some cocks have a big head and a slim shaft. But the one that is going into me now has a thick shaft that gets wider towards the base. "Christ, you're tight," he says. I grunt by way of reply and push down. I'm a bit tense as I don't trust him and I'm ready to move quickly if he tried to ram it up me. As it turns out he heeds my warning and just lies there his hands behind his head enjoying himself watching me impale myself on his weapon. After I get about half of him in I pull back and begin to fuck myself on his cock. Over the next few minutes I fuck myself right down to the wide base of his cock. God this feels better than I had ever imagined. I don't know why I like getting fucked by straight guys, but I always get a great kick out of having them inside me. "I wanna be on top," he says. "Why?" "The man's place is on top." "I'm a man," I point out. "You're not a real man." Ah, the warped logic at work again. We are having a fuck, but he is the 'real man' because he has his cock inside me. Shit and there was me thinking 'real men' only fucked partners of the female persuasion, ah well. I lean forwards and kiss him briefly. "OK now it'll be tricky as this bunk is narrow but we can roll over if we are careful," I say. Actually it is quite easy and soon I'm on my back with him on top of me. "Now put my legs over your shoulders," I say. "I didn't know two guys could fuck face to face," he says, experimentally running the length of his meat in and out of me. "Yeah, and if you look down you can see your cock in action." We both watch it slide in and out of me for a while. "And we can kiss in this position," I add. This gets him going nicely. Banging away at one end and sticking his tongue down my throat at the other. Now for something a bit more dangerous to spice it up a bit. I break the kiss. "Slide your arms up my back and hook them round my shoulders," I say, and he does it. "OK, now what?" "Now I can't get away from you," I say, as I begin to fight him off. "Yeah!" he says, and an evil grin comes on his face, "you know, you're slackening up nicely. Why, I think I could really let you have it." Wow, he certainly does step up the pace. He is holding me tight and I'm struggling as hard as I can. It is turning him on like crazy. He'll not last long at this rate so I'd better enjoy it while I can. Oops, I'm enjoying it too much. My cock is trapped between us and his hairy belly is being rubbed up and down it. I fight a losing battle and end up shooting my load in between our heaving bodies. My ass goes mad on his cock while I shoot. Oh Christ I'm cuming," he gasps, in my ear, then he kisses me again and I can feel his cock buck as he fills my guts with his seed. He lies on top of me gasping. His manhood, now a spent force, goes soft inside me. I like this bit of a fuck. I've won, one big hard cock conquered and returned to its soft and limp state. The contents of his nuts are sloshing about in my innards, mine, for the moment. I'm happy and sweaty. Outside the thin cabin door we can hear the other truckers milling about. God they are scant feet away from where we are lying. "Christ that was some crazy fuck," he says. "Hmm." "You like being fucked?" Oh no, I hate being held down and having the ass shagged off me by big hairy men. What a stupid question. I nod. "Did you shoot, just about the end?" Again I nod. "I didn't feel you jacking yourself off. But it felt great when you shot. Your arse just grabbed my cock and I went wild." "I don't need to jack off to cum when there is a 'real man' fucking me," I say, and twitch my ass to make his cock jump. "Yeah," he says, the sarcasm completely lost on him. He peels himself off me and slowly pulls out. I feel completely empty back there. We get off the bed and head for the shower again. Soon we are standing together under its warm spray. I reach for the soap and begin to wash my sticky mess from his belly. He passively stands there and lets me wash him all over. I wash his cock and balls. After I rinse them off I slip his cock into my mouth and run my tongue round the inside of his foreskin. He likes that. Then I turn my attention to his legs. God I'd go to bed with him just for the thighs. They are big, thick and sexy. When I get to his feet I get him to turn round and I begin working my way up his back. Surprisingly enough there is no protest when I wash out the crack of his ass. I hold his cheeks apart and put my face between them. He hisses slightly as I kiss his ring, so I go on to rim him properly. "You're a dirty bastard," he says, as my tongue enters him. When I'm tired I stop and point out that it is no worse than eating pussy. I wash his back. It is broad and muscular. I reach round and grasp his cock, it is hardening again. "If I suck your cock, will you cum in my mouth?" "Yes!" "Good." "You mean the last time you weren't mad at me?" "Nah, but then you thought I was straight. If I had got in your cab and said 'Hey mister can I suck your cock and swallow your load?' you'd have chucked me out in the rain, wouldn't you?" I ask, as I stroke his meat back into a more interesting state. "I suppose so," he says. I scoot round the front of him and get my mouth round his cock. It takes forever to get him to an orgasm and when he finally gets there I don't try to get him to hold back. True to form he has two handfuls of my hair to make sure I can't escape as he dumps his load in my mouth again. He is way down on volume but at least I get to savour the taste at my leisure this time. I look up at him as I run it round my tongue. He is watching me with a mixture of lust and disgust on his face. I swallow and release his cock. As I stand up he walks out of the shower without a word. I wash myself and get out. By this time he is dry and getting dressed. "Come on, we want to be early for dinner," he says and pats my bum. He is beginning to piss me off, he is a very selfish lover. My discontent must be showing on my face because he grabs me and hugs me. Then we are kissing again. He runs his hands over my buns then his finger is in me. "You're a great fuck," he says as he breaks the kiss. I have got an erection and he looks at it with a grin. "Did I do that?" he asks, and for some reason I blush. "You'll get more after dinner, if you're a good boy," he says. I get dressed and we go to the restaurant. It is a buffet and you just help yourself. I like this as I can get exactly what I like and leave off the stuff I don't. We find an empty table and take it. He wolfs his food down, but fortunately someone has trained him to use a knife and fork, so I'm not too embarrassed by dining at the same table as an animal. While I eat I look around. The other diners are all male, and mostly above 40. There is one young lad sitting with a guy who is in his forties. We make eye contact and grin. He looks at my trucker and cocks his head to one side, questioningly. I roll my eyes and he giggles. After a while he comes over to our table. He asks me, in Dutch, if I speak Dutch and I say that I do. The lack of response from my new chum and the look of disbelief at me speaking Dutch confirms that he doesn't. The kid asks me if I fancy a swap, I decline. We chat for a while discussing the merits and shortfalls of our respective bedmates for a while. At no time do we look at them, then I tell him my telephone number in Amsterdam and we pencil in a date for the following weekend. He returns to his table. "You can speak the lingo?" he asks. "I'm bilingual in Dutch and English. My father is Dutch and works for Shell Oil. So we moved around a lot, currently he's in Aberdeen. My mother is English so my brother and I were brought up bilingual from the start," I say. "What were you talking about?" "See the guy he is sitting with?" "Yes." "He is fucking the ass off the kid." "No shit." "Yup and he was asking me if I fancied changing partners." Food gets sprayed everywhere. "However I declined." "What else did you tell him?" "I said you had a big cock and fucked like a rabbit," I lie. His face is now red enough to stop traffic. Clearly he doesn't like his performance being discussed. "Do you do this run regularly?" He nods. "You might be able to pick him up then. I didn't bother to tell him you're straight." "He thinks I'm gay?" he hisses. "Yes, just act your normal self and he'll never suspect a thing," I say, cheerfully. "You're having me on." "You'll never find out if I am or not, unless of course you get him in the back cabin of your rig sucking your cock. Then he might tell you." He laughs nervously and changes the subject. After dinner we go into the bar and he actually puts his hand in his pocket and buys the beer. We drink about 3 and then he nods towards the door. We leave and go back to the cabin. "Strip," he says as he closes the cabin door. Naturally I get naked as fast as I can. He strips slowly and threateningly in front of me. Like me, he is as hard as a rock. He takes his cock in his hand and strokes it menacingly. A shiver runs right through me and I lick my lips. "On your hands and knees on the bed." I obey and feel my buns being parted by two callused hands. What happens now comes as a complete surprise, he rims me. Nothing tentative about it either, his tongue is right inside me. I wriggle my butt in appreciation. "Fancy a 69?" I ask. In a couple of seconds we are both rimming each other furiously. God, this is a turn up for the book, I've never had a straight guy rim before. Eventually I slide round until I can get his cock in my mouth and start to work my magic there. After a while he breaks off. "I want to fuck your ass,' he says, and there is a note of urgency in his voice. "Then you'll have to fight me for it,' I say. As fights go, it should be very one sided, he is bigger and stronger than me. But all I have to do is make sure he can't get it into me, while he has to either be very fast or totally immobilise me. As he is no expert in butt fucking the first option is out and I'm a wiry little bugger who is hard to pin down. We wrestle for a while and finally end up on the floor. At one point he has my head in a scissors lock. This does bugger all for his quest to get his cock in me, but with those thighs round my ears I'm delirious. I begin to tire and eventually he pins me to the floor. It is all over bar the shouting and soon I feel his hardness being thrust into me. I sigh blissfully as he sinks the full length of it back into me. It feels good to be fucked after a fight. I relax totally and let him pound me into the deck. "Get on your hands and knees," he orders. He holds my hips as I change position so there is no danger of me escaping. The hands stay on my hips as he resumes reaming out my ass. He is nowhere near as randy as the last time and thus he is in no rush to reach his climax. This is fine by me I can enjoy the feeling of his cock churning my guts around for a while. "Jack yourself off, I want to feel you cum again." Christ, if I even touch my cock I'll cum, but I'd better do what the 'real man' tells me. I pull my pecker and feel the rush of my approaching orgasm. Suddenly I'm spraying the carpet with my cum. "Yes!" he cries, as my ass goes into spasms on his plunging cock, "keep it up!" Now I can't keep an orgasm going but I can do a lot of tricks with my ass, so I give him the works. It only takes a little while then I feel the urgency come into his thrusting and at last the dam breaks. His cock is hosing down my innards with ropes of his cum. God, I can actually feel him pumping it into me. When he is finished we collapse onto the cum covered carpet. Again I listen to the other truckers moving outside in the corridor. God, if they only knew what was happening on this side of the door. His once raging manhood is lying limp inside me and even more of his seed fills my ass. He pulls out slowly and I am rather relieved to have his weight off my back as the cabin floor is steel under a thin layer of carpet. For a third time we get in the shower together and I wash him again. He ends up holding me as we kiss and I get to play with those buns of his. They are so powerful I'll bet he could crack walnuts with them. Drying off is a bit difficult as we have already used all the towels once, but we manage. He produces a bottle of whisky and pours two glasses. We retire to bed to snog and drink whisky. About 10pm we kill the lights and snuggle down, as best we can, in the narrow bunk. I spend the night being held against his semi-hard cock. I wake up in the dark, confused, then remember where I am and who I'm with. I fumble for my watch and then spend ages finding the tiny button on it that back lights the LCD display. It reads 6am, this is the true time as I put it on an hour as soon as we boarded. He is still sound asleep so I work my way down the bed and ever so gently slip his almost hard cock into my mouth. This is fun. I start slowly and stop every time he seems to be waking. After about 5 minutes he is rock hard and feeding me precum. I now begin gently stroking one or two of the hotspots on his thighs, balls and cock. His hips begin to thrust and all of a sudden he wakes on the verge of an orgasm. Before he can get his bearings I go in for the kill. So, while he is trying desperately to figure out where he is and what is happening to his cock, I'm enjoying breakfast in bed. He is too confused to grab my head so I get to milk his cock at my own pace. He produces a goodly load, so with a bit luck I might get one more fuck out of him before we dock. "What the Hell?" he says. "I was hungry and fancied a snack," I say, scooting up and into his waiting arms. "You smell of cock and cum," he says. "First class cock and first class cum, nothing but the best for me." He hugs me and we start kissing again. He doesn't seem to mind the taste of his own cum. We pass a happy hour enjoying each other's bodies. "Fancy a fuck?" he whispers in my ear. I don't think that I have ever turned one down, but he doesn't know that. "Which position?" I ask. "If you were a girl, I'd fuck you up against the wall." "Even though I'm a boy you can still do it. Come on and I'll show you." I grab my depleted stock of KY and we go into the shower as there is a bit more room in there. I grease us both up again. He picks me up like he did the evening before and this time I use one hand to hold onto his neck while the other one helps his manhood zero in on my back door. "Christ," he says, as I sink onto his boner, "I didn't think this was possible." I make eye contact and give him the lustful look again. The magic works and he starts jabbing into me. "Don't look at me like that." "Why not?" "It isn't right for another guy to look at me like that." "But it makes you want to fuck me, doesn't it." This gingers him up a bit and I am in the happy position of clinging onto the man who is ravishing my ass. "I want to feel you fuck me properly," I whisper in his ear. His grip on me tightens and his thrusts become more frenzied. "I want you to use me." Wow, did that line ever work! We'll be waking the neighbours soon. "I want to feel you shoot your load deep inside me." He groans and I start to jack myself off. Considering I have already done a blow job and I'm in the middle of a rather erotic fuck, I last quite a long time, almost 10 seconds. My ass contracts and casts its spell on his thrusting manhood. He kisses me passionately as he surrenders his seed into my custody. I twitch my ass mercilessly, drawing every last drop out of him. His strength surprises me I half expected us to end up on a heap on the floor. Presently he lowers me to the ground and, reluctantly, I let him slip out of me. We shower in silence and then dry off, dress and head up for breakfast. He seems to be in a sort of shock. I expect that his usual tricks do not hang around until breakfast and are not so co-operative in the sack as I am. Breakfast over we return to the cabin to pack, but end up kissing instead. "God, I wish you were a girl," he says. "If I was a girl, you would be trying to put as much distance as possible between us and I would most likely be pregnant," I point out. He has the grace to smile at this. "Do you use this ferry a lot? I'm on it twice a week these days." "Look, it was fun, I enjoyed it. You are great in bed, but, we are ships that pass in the night," I say. This hits him hard. I don't think he has ever tried for a relationship before and total rejection has taken the wind out of his sails. "You never want to see me again?" he says, sounding genuinely hurt. "Look, you are straight. Soon you will get the nesting urge and look for a wife to give you kids. If I'm still there it'll be one of two things. Either I get given the heave, or you try to keep me on as a bit on the side. Now wives, as a group, tend to take exception when their husbands park their private parts in other people, even if they are other guys. So no, I don't want to start anything with you," I say. There is a long silence while we pack. "I'm not looking for a wife," he says, sullenly. "Not yet, but by the time you are 30, you will be." "What makes you think that?" "If I really was a girl, would you marry me?" "Yes!" "See what I mean?" I kiss him one last time. He looks as if he is about to cry. I suppose that I should feel like a bit of a heel, but I have only done to him what he has done so many times to others. Maybe he will learn from the experience and look a bit further than his own pleasure. I pick up my bag and open the cabin door. "But, I don't even know your name," he says "Sorry love, but this time, you were the one who was taken for a ride." The End. Comments and Criticism may be sent to Jamieanderson@compuserve.com