Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2019 02:58:19 +0000 (UTC) From: - - Subject: Naked Drive Speeding along the open road as usual, Greg gripped the wide steering wheel of his big rig. But unlike the usual, he wasn't alone. Sitting next to him in the usually empty passenger seat was his 19-year-old nephew, Mike. They had just met for the first time three weeks before. Greg didn't grow up with his older half-brother; in fact, they didn't even know each other exist. Part of reconnecting with him was letting his new nephew come along on this route up the Northeast. Mike was impressed with his uncle's 18-wheeler and big new shiny red cab. After climbing up, in through the high passenger door, Mike peeked into the back where they'd be sleeping, bunk beds and shelves. He stowed his bag and buckled up for the long drive. He knew they wouldn't be able to stop much, but he figured if his uncle could do it then he'd just do it next to him. When they pulled out, there was excitement and surprise at how it felt. Then Mike watched out the window from so high up. Then they chatted about each other's lives, sharing their stories to spend the time. It takes time to get to the details, and they were getting to them now. The hours passed. They stopped to eat and finally take a leak, stretch their legs and stand for a while. But when you're a trucker you have to get back in the truck and get moving. So there they were back on the road. Mike looked down at the cars, low below. Even big pickups and SUVs were lower than they were. He figured they could only maybe see from his chin up if he looked down at them. The countryside, even on a big interstate, was pretty and interesting and different. Mike hadn't seen much and didn't have many friends and was sometimes nervous and quiet and awkward, but he knew to be polite. He wasn't sullen or rude like some teenagers. He wasn't forced to go on this trip, and he wasn't ignoring his newfound uncle to be on his phone or listening to music. He looked around and liked where he was. But it was getting warm. The sun was on him, and his black Tshirt was absorbing the heat and also some sweat from under his armpits and around the collar and down his back. "Can you turn up the air conditioning?" he asked. His uncle answered, "That's it for AC." He was used to the limitations and how warm it got sometimes. He just put up with it. He watched Mike try to position the vent's direction, to adjust his seat. Rolling ddown the window would be too much, with how fast they were going. Mike said, "I'm just going to hop back to change my shirt," and started to unbuckle his seat belt. Greg stopped him. He told him that he couldn't take his seat belt off while they were moving. Mike asked how long until their next stop, and it wasn't for a long long time. That made Mike feel even hotter and sweatier. He tugged at his neck. He slid his hand up under his shirt to wipe the layer of sweat. He was stuck, strapped in, and fidgeting. "Just take it off!" his uncle instructed. But Mike wasn't a no-shirt guy. He was actually pretty shy. He had never seen the ocean and the few times when his dad took him to the lake they only went swimming maybe twice. When he changed for gym class it was as quick as possible, and the showers at his school were only for the varsity teams. "I don't know," Mike finally said, realizing that he was being a wuss and hating that he was like that, especially up in his cool uncle's cool truck where nobody else could see anyway. Then he was surprised that Uncle Greg's Tshirt swooshed off, under the seatbelt strap while he drove. Greg said, "this is me... out of shape, but a little less sweaty." Mike looked at his uncle's chest and belly and nipples and hair and skin and Greg was looking over at him, still handling the truck on a long empty straightaway. Mike sheepishly tugged his shirt up over his head, exposing his sweaty back to the fabric and uncovering his bellybutton and gathering the crumpled Tshirt around his biceps and pecs, what there was of them, and tossing it aside. The jagged edge of the shoulder strap sawed at his wet skin, but he felt the light breeze. He felt cooler. He felt comfortable. He felt like one of the guys. "Feel better now?" asked his uncle, and Mike nodded, and then Mike started staring. He was naturally pretty curious about his own body and developing and other bodies, and he was a little behind the curve. Greg's brother had mentioned the kind of kid Mike was, not exactly big man on campus. Greg said, "you can ask me anything... if you have a question." Mike realized that he was staring at his uncle's body like he was about to say something about it. He felt embarrassed, but he gulped his embarrassment down and spit out a rambling, awkward garble of words about his uncle's chest hair being soft. It was a kind of long and straight. Mike thought chest hair was always curly. "You can feel it to see, if you want to," Uncle Greg offered. Mike didn't talk about it. He just awkwardly did what he wanted to since he was allowed. His hand reached out and felt a patch of hair. It did feel soft. As he touched it, he noticed that the skin around it felt soft and smooth, cool and almost creamy. His hand was close to his uncle's nipple, but he didn't touch it, but the closeness sizzled Greg's skin. He asked Mike why he was so curious about it. Mike talked about not having chest hair yet. Greg offered some sage advice, and they discussed how every guy is different and how hair might be curly or straight, coarse or soft, long or short. Mike mentioned how his armpit hair was soft and not like his dad's or other guy's he's seen. "Can I feel?" Greg asked. Mike raised a wing and pointed his armpit at his uncle. Greg reached out, steering with only one hand and simultaneously exposing his own armpit. His fingers gently felt. He explored. Mike felt what it was like to be felt. Greg's fingers slid along the soft skin and covered through the hair that had a bit of sweat. "Yeah, it's like mine.""It is? Can I feel?" Uncle Greg went back to steering with both hands, elbows up, armpits open, and knowing that the boy was going to reach out his thin arms, stretch against the seatbelt, and lean over his shirtless body. Mike's hand felt his uncle's armpit hair, gently. Mike thought something that he didn't say. Then he stopped. Then they just enjoyed being more comfortable with their shirts off. Greg thought about how he wasn't in shape, but Mike didn't care. Mike looked down at his own body, which wasn't anything great. But Greg was admiring it from the driver's seat. After a little while, Greg noticed that his nephew seemed uncomfortable again. He asked what the problem was. Mike said his underwear was bothering him, too tight and sweaty, he was tugging at it. "I can't just go to the back and change?" he asked. "I'll be quick."His uncle replied that he had to stay in his seat and belted in while they're moving, noticing that one hand had gone up the leg of Mike's shorts to try to adjust the underwear under. Greg said, "You could just strip it all off and then put your shorts back on without the underwear." Mike just looked at him. Uncle Greg kept his eyes on the road, and continued, "or just leave it all off. I won't mind." "Yeah, right.""Well nobody can see up here." "Yeah, I'll do it if you do it.""I've done it.""Yeah, right." Greg looked over and said he was serious, explained that if he has to take a piss and doesn't want to stop that he'll just push everything down to his ankles and piss into a plastic bottle. Mike didn't answer. He just thought about it. He thought about his uncle seeing him naked, with just for a second or for longer. He thought about what'll happen when it's time to go to bed or if they end up having to go to some trucker showers together. He wondered if that was a thing. He blurted out, "would you? Would you do it? Wait, are you just making fun of me?" "Why don't I just pull mine off and then you can decide?" Greg said. This was more interesting than a usual haul. He looked over. He got the look of "fine, put up or shut up." He was fine to go ahead with it. Mike watched his uncle undo his pants, lean to one side and then the other to scooch them down, and then slip them off his ankles, with the help of flipflops. Uncle Greg was now commanding 38.5 tons of machine at 70 miles per hour, wearing only tighty whiteys. Greg looked over at Mike. Mike slipped his hand into his basketball shorts and quickly, bravely slid them down and off, sitting there in just some blue boxer briefs. "Well, aren't THOSE what's really bothering you? You said you wanted to take them off." Mike was shy, "well... I kind of just want to leave everything off like you said..." "Go for it.""Really?" "Yeah!""I just think.... I kind of want to..." "Go ahead. You don't want to be the only one naked though?" "Right" So Uncle Greg just slid his undies off and for the first time drove his rig completely bare ass, dick out, nekkid. He felt Mike's stare. He looked over. He watched Mike fumble clumsily out of his tight underwear, getting it hooked on his ankle, and pulling his scrotum out from being pasted to his thigh, pulling his dick outwards. Greg looked. Plenty to see. Mike was still staring. Uncle Greg assured his nephew that Mike was fully stocked with all the right parts. Mike saw that his dick was a little bigger than his uncle's. He began to wonder about how everybody stacked up in comparison. But mainly he thought of what he thought about before. Mike asked his uncle about the hair around his dick. He said that it seemed pretty soft too. Greg looked over. Mike didn't have much hair and not very dark or curly, not bushy but still okay. "Well, I'd have to feel it," he said. Mike invited his uncle to feel it. Greg reached over and strung his fingers thorough the soft, delicate hair, but not touching the dick, maybe just accidentally. He took his time. He said it felt okay and that different guys had it different. "Can I feel yours?" Mike asked. Greg thought about it. "Yeah, I guess that's okay." Mike reached out and at first touched his uncle's leg, which was soft like his chest. Then he reached up and felt the hair. It was a little curlier and a little stiffer, but kind of like Mike's. Greg instinctively pulled his gut in, which kind of made his dick poke out a little longer. Mike noticed. Mike kept feeling for a little bit but then stopped. They were both naked. They were driving. And that was just the start of their trip.