Date: Fri, 18 Sep 1998 16:51:57 -0400
From: "J.W. Martins-Bazinet" <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: DIESEL

These events happened six years ago. In those days I was way in the 
closet, so deep that most times I hid my feelings and yearnings even 
from myself. I'd just turned sixteen. I was an only child of a single 
mother; there had never been a father. Mom got knocked up by some 
asshole who didn't even want to be contacted when I was born. I give Mom 
a lot of credit. She managed to raise me and provide me with everything 
I ever needed and a few luxuries too. She worked as a cocktail waitress 
at a local club, not because she liked the job, but because she made an 
average of $700 a week, much more than she could've made working longer 
hours in some office. Even though she was 34, she was a knockout and 
looked at least 10 years younger so her tips were good.

Like I said I was in the closet. There were times, like when I was 
beating my rod, when I knew I was gay, it's hard to deny when all your 
fantasies involve buffed dudes and fat cocks. At other times I dealt 
with the whole thing by basically pretending sex wasn't part of my life. 
To the world I looked and acted as straight as their image of straight 
could be. I was on the track team at school, I hung with the rest of the 
jocks and I even dated chicks. Hell, I even let them give me hand jobs. 
I was short, only 5'8", but I had a solid runner's body and dark Italian 
good looks. I looked every inch a heterosexual; my cover was perfect, 
nobody even suspected I might be otherwise. Nobody that is until Diehl 
Brannigan showed up. 

Diehl was a long distance trucker who everyone called Diesel. He'd moved 
into town a year earlier and began hanging out at the club where Mom 
worked whenever he wasn't on a crosscountry haul. Though he was 25, nine 
years younger than Mom, they fell for each other. Though I hadn't met him 
yet, I was pleased because I'd never seen my Mom so happy. So when she 
woke me one Saturday morning to announce that she and Diesel were 
getting married I wasn't bummed. She deserved someone and if he was good 
enough for her that's all I needed to know.

I met him that evening. It's fair to say I liked him immediately. It's 
just as true to say I craved him bad the minute I laid eyes on him. Like 
Mother like son, knew why she was hooked on him. Just the sight of him 
made my body tingle. He was a lanky 6'1", had thick loose curls of sandy 
blond hair and a face only an angel deserves. But it was his turquoise 
blue eyes behind long soft lashes and his thick sexy lips forming a 
sensuous mouth that gave me a sex rush.

We got along instantly, I could tell this pleased Mom. I tried as hard 
as I could to bury any sign of the lust I felt when I looked at him, but 
I knew or at least sensed that he knew I wanted him. He didn't say or do 
anything to make me believe that, but I was certain he knew.

They were married at the County Building the following Saturday and then 
drove over to Orlando for a weekend honeymoon at DisneyWorld. I stayed 
home trying to sort out my feelings and trying to figure out how I could 
live under the same roof with my stud stepdad. As it worked out it 
wasn't too bad. Diesel was out on the road most of the time and when not 
he and Mom were nearly always together. To say they had a healthy sex 
life was an understatement. I made it a point to be out or asleep when 
Mom was at work or away from the house. I couldn't trust myself to be 
alone with him for any length of time.

Things were cool for the first six months. Then, about three weeks 
before my seventeenth birthday I was called out of Algebra class to the 
school office. They told me I was to go directly home, that there was a 
family emergency and my Mom would meet me there. I literally ran home, I 
couldn't imagine what had happened. Diesel had been gone almost three 
weeks on a series of West Coast hauls, he was due back any day. The only 
thing I could think of was that he'd been in a wreck. I can't tell you 
the feeling of dread this caused me. I was shocked to realize that my 
feelings for him had progressed beyond mere lust to something much 
deeper. 

I burst through the front door of the house and found Mom in her bedroom 
packing a suitcase. She took one look at me and saw my distress.

"Dominic, Nana had a stroke, she's stablized and out of danger, but I 
have to fly to Cleveland to be with her.  If things stay as they are now 
I'm going to have to close up her apartment and arrange to have her 
moved to a nursing home down here. Whatever happens she won't be able to 
live alone any more."

I almost shouted out a "Thank God," but managed to hold it back. It's 
not that I don't love my nana, but I knew Diesel was safe. I said, "do 
you want me to go with you?"

"No, there's nothing you can do. I want you to drive me to Tampa 
Airport, my flight leaves in four hours, so we'll have to leave soon. 
There's no way I can reach Diesel, so I want you to be here when he gets 
home. He's due back either tonight or first thing tomorrow. I want you 
to explain the whole thing to him and take care of him while he's home. 
You'll have to do the cooking, you know he can't boil water. He'll be 
home a week before his next trip and I doubt I'll be back before then. 
You don't mind, do you?"

"No, of course not." No, I thought, I'd love to take care of him, in 
more ways than you'd ever guess. "I can do everything that needs doing."

"I know you can. I'm so glad that you two guys get along so well."

"He's a great guy and besides he makes my favorite girl happy."  I gave 
her a hug.

"That he does. I just hate not being here for him. If he doesn't get 
home tonight, you can stay home from school tomorrow. I just don't want 
him coming home to an empty house. I've already told your school not to 
expect you. Since tommorrow's Friday, you'll have the whole weekend to 
take care of things around here. Don't forget to do his laundry first 
thing; he always has a pile of dirty clothes."

"Don't worry Mom, I can handle everything. Just worry about Nana, I'll 
take care of Diesel."

I got back from the airport at 9:00 and waited up until midnight, but 
he didn't show up. I went into my room, stripped out of my clothes and 
kicked back on my bed with a growing cock demanding my full attention. I 
took it into my fist and began a slow stroke. I pictured Diesel's sinewy 
body standing next to the bed looking down at me. His cock was rigid 
with strands of clear man juice dripping slowly from the fat head. I 
blew a huge load imagining it approaching my waiting mouth. The 
intensity exhausted me, I fell into a deep sleep before even cleaning up 
the thick pools of spunk puddled on my stomach and chest.

When I woke it was after 8:00 the next morning. I showered quickly 
washing the encrusted cum stuck to my body. I knew Diesel would arrive 
at any moment. I wanted to be fully dressed before he did. I barely made 
it. I'd just pulled on a pair of loose gym shorts and a tee shirt when I 
heard the air brakes of his 18 wheeler. He walked through the door 
calling for Mom. His disappointment was obvious when I explained what 
had gone down. I assured him I'd be able to take care of him while Mom 
is gone. "At least I'll try my best."

"I'm sure you will Champ, but there are certain things you're not equipped 
for. At least not like your Mom." He gave me a wicked wink and grin; I 
know I blushed something fierce.

"Don't worry Champ, we'll be OK, I ain't too demanding. Right now I need 
a shower bad," he sniffed his pits and made a face, we both laughed. "Do 
you think you could round me up some breakfast?"

"Sure thing."

He went off down the hall while I set about scrambling three eggs and 
frying up some sausage patties. I'd just buttered the toast and was 
pouring a mug of black coffee when he came out wrapped in nothing but a 
towel.  He sat at the kitchen table.  From my position at the island 
counter I could see right up the towel to between his legs where his fat 
cock rested over a massive pair of balls. I'd never seen the object of 
mydesire before. I wondered if he realized he was giving me a show. I 
boned right up. I'm sure he noticed the bulge in my shorts, but he said 
nothing though he looked square at it. 

I didn't eat, but I had a cup of coffee, sitting opposite him at the 
table. We made small talk until he'd finished. Then he got up and went 
into the living room. He turned on the TV and laid back on the couch, 
still wearing nothing but the towel. As he lay there the towel spread 
just enough to give anyone who looked a glimpse of his meaty package. He 
acted totally unaware, but he had to know he was exposed. 

I cleaned up the kitchen, every so often peeking into the living room to 
cop a look.  By the time I'd cleaned up he was snoring away, the towel 
had parted further, fully revealing all his equipment. I stood at the 
end of the couch drinking in the sight. It was even better in the flesh 
than in my fantasy. Soft it still had to be at least five inches long and 
three inches around. The circumsized helmut shaped head was bright pink, 
the shaft of pale skin was embossed with a thick blue vein run the 
length of the right side. I wanted to fall on my knees to worship it 
with my mouth.

Instead I forced myself to walk down to their bedroom and picked up the
large duffle bag containing Diesel's dirty laundry. I dragged it out to the
laundry room, dumping its contents out on the floor. I sorted the clothes,
whites in one pile, colors in another. Then I came to a jock strap. I don't
know why I did it, instinct I guess, I couldn't help myself, I picked it up
holding it to my mouth and nose. I took in the aged aroma of mancock. It
was heavenly, I'd never smelled anything like it before and I was
immediately roaring hard again. I placed it aside and began loading the
colored clothes into the washer. I added soap, color safe bleach, set the
dials and lowered the lid. I tucked the jock into my shorts and hurried to
my bedroom to stash my prize for later use. As I passed Diesel I noticed
the towel was still open and his cock had grown considerably. I wasn't sure
it was totally hard, but it was big enough to make my knees go weak. If I
hadn't been carrying my hidden treasure I'd have lingered longer.

When I came back into the living room, Diesel's tool had grown even 
larger, there was no mistaking that it was fully hard, he was leaking 
precum just as he had in my fantasy, I wanted to lick it up. It seemed 
obvious he was having a sexual dream, no doubt he was horned up from his 
three weeks away. If I'd had the nerve I'd have taken it in my mouth, 
but I didn't. Instead I went into the bathroom and took a long, very 
cold shower. By the time I dried, dressed and came back out Diesel was 
awake and dressed in a pair of very sexy red briefs which left very 
little to the imagination in terms of what he was carrying between his 
legs. I couldn't help staring, if he noticed he gave no sign. 

"Hey Champ, what say instead of you cooking I treat us to dinner out and 
maybe a movie."

"Sounds good to me. I've got your laudry started, it should be done by 
late this afternoon. What do you want for lunch."

"Not too much, that breakfast was enough to carry me. How about a PB&J 
sandwich, think you can handle that."

"One of my specialties," I grinned.

"Good, you do your things and while you do I think I'm going to do some 
yard work. Those shrubs need pruning and the lawn could use a mowing. 
Call me when lunch is ready."

I loaded the washed clothes into the drier and reloaded the washer with 
the whites. I went back into my room and retrieved the jock strap from 
under the mattress where I'd hidden it. Again I took a deep whiff and it 
again boned me up instantly.  I thought about beating off, but decided 
it was too risky, Diesel could wander in any time. I sure didn't want to 
have to explain why I was beating my meat while his jock strap was 
wrapped around my head. It would just have to wait. Bedtime couldn't 
come soon enough. By now I was so horny I could have cum with little 
effort.

At noon we had lunch and Diesel returned to the yard work while I 
finished the laundry. By 4:00 we were both finished with the day's 
chores and he hit the shower. I followed him. After my shower, I was 
headed toward my room and passed his. I glanced in and froze. There he 
was, naked as the day he was born, spread eagle on the bed. 

"Hey Champ," he said as if my staring at his naked body was the most 
natural thing in the world, "you about ready for our night on the town?"

"Er. . . I will be in about 15 minutes." I knew I was blushing like a 
bitch as I forced myself away from the beautiful sight. I looked down 
and saw my hard dick was pushing the towel out a good six inches. Had he 
noticed? He didn't react if he had. 

When he came out of the room he was dressed in a extra tight pair of 
jeans, a tee shirt and a pair of cowboy boots. I had on a pair of 
shorts, a tee shirt and a pair of sandals. 

He came up to me and put his arm around my shoulder. "Ready?"

My whole body tingled, "ready," I was barely able to whisper.

We went to his favorite Italian restaurant. We both ordered lasagna, 
salad and garlic bread. The food was great and we spent the time talking 
about Nana, Mom and what I'd been doing in school. Diesel admitted he 
missed Mom, but understood the need for her to be in Ohio. "It'll be 
rough going another month without her, if you know what I mean." He gave 
me another of his wicked winks and I blushed. He laughed.

We saw "Unforgiven", a real cool western, and were back home by 10:00. 

"Want to watch a little TV with me?"

"I'm real tired," I lied, "I think I'm just gonna go to bed." What I 
really wanted to do was spend some time with my cock and his jock.

"Sleep tight."

I went to my room, shutting and locking the door behind me. I knew what 
I was going to do, I sure didn't want Diesel to walk in on it. I was out 
of my clothes in a flash, my cock rising up in anticipation. I dug the 
jock out from under the mattress, arranged it over my head so that the 
pouch was directly covering my mouth and nose, then kicked back on my 
bed propped up against the pillows. I enhaled Diesel scent, my cock 
throbbed as a shudder ran through my body. I caressed my cock and balls 
with my right hand totally enjoying the soft light touch. My hand began 
to slowly stroke my shaft as it stuck straight up from my crotch. It was 
so hard it almost hurt, a wonderful sensation.

I'd just got going in a long, slow, even pump when there was a knock on 
the door, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I saw the knob turn, first one 
way and then the other, I just stared. When he realized that it was 
locked he called out, "Dominic, can you come out into the living room, I 
need you."

I was more pissed than panicked. I'd been looking forward to this jack 
off session all day. What couldn't wait until tomorrow? My prick was up 
and rock hard with little sign of getting soft anytime this side of a 
full ball draining. I pulled a clean pair of black bikinis out of a 
drawer and stepped into them. I filled the pouch with my balls and ran 
the rod along behind the left side waist band. I glanced at myself in 
the mirror. At least it wasn't sticking straight out. Of course there 
was no hidding it, but you couldn't spot it right off unless you looked 
straight at it.

I walked into the living room and decided I must be dreaming. Diesel was 
stretched out on the sofa bare-assed naked, facing in my direction. His 
left arm was behind his head which was against the armrest while his 
right hand casually played with the biggest, fattest 8 inches of pecker 
meat I'd ever imagined on a stud. I literally couldn't draw air into my 
lungs, I stood there panting, moving my stare from his hand to his face 
and back again. I'm not sure how long this lasted, but it seemed like a 
very long time. Then he caught my eyes in the gaze of those piercing 
blue eyes. We just stared at each others. Finally, slowly he shut his 
eyes, the long lashes making the movement a near act of sex. My cock 
pushed itself free of the waistband and began throbbing out copious 
amounts of boy nectar.

I heard him whisper, "I ain't had nothin' in three weeks, Boy. Ain't 
even jerked it. I know you want it bad and I need it bad. If you want 
to you can just come over here and take care of your step-daddy." He 
removed his hand from his cock for just a second to pat the small space 
on the couch next to his ass. "Come on now, you know you want it, it's 
all yours." He waved the fleshy tower at me, I surrendered. 

I walked to him almost in a trance, sitting down where he'd indicated. 
When my skin touched his a shot of electricity pulsed through me, I 
trembled uncontrollably.

"I knew you wanted it," he said.

"Diesel, I've never done anything like this. . ."

"Even better, I get to be your first. Hot damn, I love taking a virgin. 
Don't worry, you'll do just fine, bad as you want it, it'll come to you 
real natural. Just do what feels right, but since this is your first 
time maybe we should have a little more room. Let's go into your room 
and use you bed."

He pushed me up and was right behind me. He reached around me with his 
arms, pulling me toward him.  I felt his cock resting along the crack of 
my ass and knew I wanted him in every sexually possible way. "I want you 
to understand that I love your Mom and if she was around, this couldn't 
happen, but when she ain't, well if you want it and I want it, I don't 
see no harm. Your Mom ain't bein' deprived of nothin' and neither am I. 
Besides I do love you. . . and I know you love me. So this is a good 
thing."

We moved to my room, walking side by side, his arm around my waist. He 
positioned himself in the middle of my double bed, leaning up against 
the headboard propped up by two pillows. He spread his legs wide and 
started slowly fisting his cock, bring it back to it full hardness.

"Don't worry Champ, I'll talk you through this. Now take off that 
underwear, ain't covering anything no ways."

I pushed down the bikinis, kicking them off. I looked down at Diesel's 
dick and wondered if I should just dive down on it. I looked up at his 
face. He had a shit eating grin.

"Climb up on the bed and kneel between my legs. . . That's it. Now play 
with it a while, if you want."

I reached out with my right hand taking hold of the massive shaft. My 
left hand immediately joined in as I began to explore another man's cock 
for the first time. I cupped his egg sized balls, I stroked the shaft, 
massaged his sex juice into the silky smooth skin of the meaty head. I 
was in heaven.

"You'd better stop that for now. Put it in your mouth for a little bit. 
. . "  I leaned forward, my lips hovered over the head for a moment. 
"That's it, now take your daddy's dick into to your mouth. Yeah, that's 
the way, run your tongue around the head, that's wonderful. Now take it 
deeper, go down on it as far as you can, now come back up, keep those 
lips tight and drag your tongue along the underside, oh yeah, that's the 
way. Just keep doing that, up and down, up and down, fast, then slow 
then fast again. Work your tongue around at the same time. Hot damn, 
yeah do it. This ain't gonna take too long. Champ you're a natural, a 
born cock sucker. Oh God, this is great."

He was right, nothing I'd ever done had been more natural. The feelings 
I had with his cock buried securely in my mouth were awesome, like 
having the essence of his manhood, I could feel the strength of the man 
as his flesh pulsed between my lips. I wanted this to go on forever. He 
places his hands on either side of my head with his long, strong fingers 
grasping the back of my head. He began pumping himself into my hungry 
mouth."

"We're almost there, Champ. . .Keep your lips real tight. . .daddy's 
gonna fill you full of hot daddy milk. . .oh, God, so close. . .I want 
you to drink it all down, don't miss a drop. . .are you ready? I'm 
cummmmmming. . .take it. URGHHHHHHH!!!!! OH FUCK!!!!!!"

I felt his cock grow larger in my mouth, his whole body shook, his cock 
pulsed, my mouth filled with a warm thick liquid. Gush after gush as I 
swallowed it down. It was sweet and bitter all at the same time. I'd 
never tasted anything like it before, but I was hooked. I did as he 
asked and didn't miss a drop. When there was no more to cum, he asked me 
to let him loose."

"Please, I can't take much more."  I sat up on my knees again and looked 
at him. He had a look of totally contentment. He smiled weakly at me and 
winked. "That was just what I needed, Champ. Great, just great. But 
nobody can say Diesel Brannigan ever thought only of himself."

He moved over to one side of the bed. "Lie down." I did as he asked. He 
reached out fisting my hard and dripping cock. He began pumping me with 
his right hand while his left ran along my torso, tweeking my nipples. 
It didn't take long before I was showering the largest load of my life 
over my stomach and chest. He continued pumping me, spreading my load 
over every inch of skin until it had worked itself in like body lotion. 

We slept together that night. In the morning he was still half asleep as 
he took me into his strong arms and made passionate love to me. Before 
we'd finished he'd taught me the bliss of anal sex. With great love he 
prepared me and then entered me with every inch of his manhood. He took 
it slow and easy right up to the end. Then with the force of a diesel 
engine flooded me with his hot load. At the same time, without any other 
stimulation, I let loose with my own. He captured most of it with his 
hand, bring it up to my mouth, for the first time I tasted myself. Then 
he moved his hand to his own mouth lapping up what little was left.

Diesel and I are now on the road together. It's the perfect arrangement. 
When we're out on the road we spend most of our free time in the bunk. 
When we're home he's exclusively Mom's.