Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2009 10:36:22 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Truck Stop Brother, Part Two" by Jay Roberts  Gay Incest

We had three hamburgers each.  I think out of nervousness we delayed
talking about the events of this evening.  We finished and left, walking
towards home.  It was about nine o'clock.

"I usually go out for another one or two more contacts," Patrick said,
finally breaking the silence.

"Uh, uh, that is can you sperm up so many times?"

"That's only three times.  I think I could, with a little rest between, and
then do another two Why'd you ask?"

"Nothin'.  I just was wonderin' how much I could make on a weekday
evening."

He laughed.  Then he punched my upper arm playfully.  "This was your first
and only kiddo.  Leave the gay-for-pay stuff for me."

Well he finally opened the door with his use of the word gay.  "So you aint
gay, really?"

"Naturally.  You know I got girls I fuck."

Somehow I wasn't convinced but I let it go.

That night we shared the bed, of course, but we seemed to keep away from
each other, each on his own side, but in the morning I felt a hard dick
sticking into my ass check.  I turned around, Patrick was dead asleep so I
couldn't fault him on that.  I sat up looking at him.  He was sleeping with
his thumb in his mouth looking like a baby and way cute.  I brushed the
damp hair from his forehead and he murmured comfortably in his sleep.  I
moved the bed clothes down exposing his nearly naked body clad only in
briefs.  They were twisted around and his cock was out fully from the leg
hole.  That's what I had felt.  It was a nice cock; looked very much like
mine.  I took hold of it.  Geez it sure was hot the temperature I mean.

He humped my hand a little in his sleep and I obliged by moving my hand
softly and gently moving the skin over the hard inside.  I noticed his face
got flushed up and his breathing was louder than ordinary sleep breathing.
I pulled my hand away as if I was on a hot stove.  The fuck was enjoying
what I was doin'.  Shit, I was wanking my brother.

"Don't stop," a sleepy Patrick begged.  "It feels so-o-o-o good.  You got
talent."

"Hey I'm not your jerk off boi.  Wank yourself."

"But it's much better when you do it.  Look I'll show you."

He reached down and grasped my cock.  I was naked and I was hard.  That
hard dick gave me away and he chuckled when he encountered it.  He got to
work immediately.  Remember, he had a few years experience in getting guys
hot.  He lifted my heavy balls very carefully and moved them back and forth
as he smoothly went from the base of my cock to the tip, stopping at the
tip and giving that area behind it special attention.

I was ;making sounds.  I tried not to but I was so under the spell of that
wonderful hand.  Finally I pulled myself together and moved away and pushed
his away at the same time.

"You don't want anymore masturbation hot boi?  How about this?"

In one move he reversed his direction so that his face was right on top of
my cock and his cock was hanging on my chin.  "Take it!" he said in an
unusually commanding voice I had never heard before.  I opened my mouth and
he entered.  At the same time I felt his hot lips surrounding my cock and
his tongue circling the head.  Almost as if hypnotized my body began to
mimic my brother's actions.  I sucked his cock like there was no tomorrow,
loving every minute.  He speeded up his sucking and the two of us were like
two suck pigs.  We couldn't get enough of each others.  We both drooled all
over the sheets and passed from consciousness of our surroundings to our
basic animalistic nature.  It was so great.

I took this opportunity to explore my brother's body, something I couldn't
do except at a time that we were both drunk with passion and on the edge of
spilling over.  His ass was perfect, dimpled and hard.  I found those two
depressions on his back, just before his ass checks curved out...delicious.
I wished I could lick them.

I knew I was about to cum.  My legs felt heavy and I could hardly move that
as they wanted to get into a fuck motion.  I felt Patrick's lower body
begin to mouth fuck me.  The few minutes before we both delivered the goods
were crazy agony.  Patrick's spooge was delicious.  He first gave a small
spurt, then with a cry of triumph big spurts followed.  But he was busy
also swallowing my shoots.  I thought my whole insides were being shot out
through my piss hole.

We heaved and almost wept as we had orgasms of unusually long duration.
Then peace descended.  Had more sensation come to us, we would have short
circuited us and we might have fainted dead away.

"Well little one with the big cock.  You are now a graduate of the Patrick
Dunne school for male hustlers."

"Is that what we are?"

"Might as well call us what we are.  We can do more together at the Truck
Stop but we must always go together...for safety."

"Sure," I said, but I broke that promise that very evening.  Poor Patrick
began to feel sick.  The usual, sore throat and stuff.  I tucked him into
bed like a mother and lied to him that I was going to see Wally, a friend
of mine.

As I made my way toward the bright lights of the Truck Stop I laughed as I
realized, for the first time, that Patrick's name had "truck" in it.  I
wonder if he realized it?"

The place was almost deserted.  It was a Sunday night and few truckers
worked on Sunday.  I took a seat at the counter and ordered a shake from
the frizzy blond waitress.  She was at least fifty, trying to look twenty.
As I slurped my drink I realized that someone was staring at me sitting
around curve of the counter.  When I returned his gaze with a questioning
look on my face he touched his cowboy hat in greeting and smiled at me.  He
was real lean, on the small side, very boyish.  I wondered how such a young
guy could drive a big rig.

Before I finished the drink, just before those loud sounds the straw makes
at the bottom, I realized that the guy was now sitting right next to me.
"I seed you yestiddy, wit that udder guy.  You tricking?  I'm looking fer a
top."

"Maybe," I said playing it safe because I didn't know what a top was.

"How much?" he whispered.

Now I was stuck.  I had no idea what I should answer.  I decided to go high
and see what happens.  "Fifty bucks."

"Whew.  Okay, you look like yer worth it.  Lets go in the back toward the
sleep room.  It's empty, I jes checked."

As we walked into the back hall, Jeff, that was his name, grabbed me and
pushed me against the wall.  I thought sure I was goin' to be robbed, but
instead he pressed his young lips against mine for a long time, moving then
back and forth until I thought I'd bust.  My cock shot up and I knew he
must have felt it against his lean denim clad leg.

"You'll do real good with that big cock I felt.  Have you ever fucked a
guy?"

As I answered "No" I suddenly remembered what topping and bottoming was.
This sweet looking duke wanted me to fuck him.  I got breathless with the
idea.

Around the next corner was a door.  Inside was a sort of dormitory with six
beds.  Jeff grabbed my crotch and rubbed it.  It felt real nice.  Then he
winked at me and closed the door and locked it.  "Git yer clothes off," he
whispered huskily.  He was already going into a sex haze just thinkin'
about gettin' fucked.  I sure am learning.

We both undressed quickly.  I was pleased to see that he had a fine body,
slim, but some muscle and he had a patch of check hair right in the middle
of his chest.  I thought that was real sexy.

Right now he stood watching me finish undressing.  When I straightened up
he could see my big cock standing out from my body and he whistled softly.
"Duke, when you poke me, go slow wid that weapon.  My asshole is sensitive,
you know."

He lay down on one of the beds and lifted his legs and held them in that
position with his hands.  He looked jes like a girl like that and I felt
real superior.  "Go head lad, get this fuck goin'"

I moved forward and placed the head of my cock against his ass hole.  It
was a pretty ass hole, fringed with some soft hair.  That made it really
cunt-like.  I would had stayed that way awhile but Jeff put his hand on my
waist and pulled me into him.  I slid in easier than I expected.  As I went
in he howled it wonder and pain.  "Oh you wonderful boi.  That's what I bin
waitin' fer.  Now start the in and out, man."

I pulled back out but left the head of my cock inside and then pushed
forward.  He howled again.  I was gettin' worried that someone might think
there was a murder goin' on here."

Out again.  In again.  Faster and faster.  I watched his face.  His eyes
were squeezed tightly shut and his face looked like he was in pain.  I
stopped and spoke, "You okay dude?  If I'm hurtin' you let me know."

He growled at me, "Shut the fuck up and fuck me hard.  I'm paying fer this
and I want my money's worth."

That was all I needed to hear.  I fucked him so hard his head was bouncing
off the side of the cot.  He was sobbing with either pain or pleasure, I
didn't care. I shouted at him, "You gonna remember this ride, cowboy."

He was saying "Good, good, good," over and over, so I guess he was happy
with my work.  His long slim cock was flopping up and down with the fucking
and he was dripping so much sperm, I thought he might have cum, but then
when he really reached his climax, I knew that he hadn't."

This boy really got it on when he cums.  His eyes opened wide like he just
saw a ghost.  His mouth twisted in passion, his tongue fell out.  He moaned
in helpless throes and his cock spew so much and so far that his mouth was
dripping with his own cum and his chest covered with it.

The sight of his spectacular orgasm made made me join him in cumming.  His
ass hole was opening and closing around my cock like a wanking.  I leaned
over him to support myself and let it rip.  Oh that cum, it was great,
firing into the hot blackness of his body.

I was still dribbling into him when he got all business like.  "Let me git
my pants and I'll pay you.  You were expensive but worth it."

Sure enough he gave me a fifty.

"I'm no trucker kid."  He laughed.  "I work here.  That counter lady is my
mom.  You kin find me here any night when you feel lak gettin' off in my
ass."

Wow.  I got dressed and headed back home.  The fifty dollars felt warm and
comforting in my pocket.

Back home I found Patrick snoring asleep.  I slipped in and wrapped my arms
around him and fell deep asleep.

End Part Two