Date: Wed, 10 Jun 2015 14:47:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: robert1glynn@yahoo.com
Subject: Truck Punk

This story was first published, in a more vanilla, two part version, in the
February and March 2009 issues of "HANDJOBS" magazine.  I've made it
raunchier, for those of you who, like me, believe that sex doesn't have to
be dirty, but if you do it right, it is.  This first installment deals with
man/boy sex and incest, and is relatively tame.  Future installments will
include piss play, scat, and lots of other kink.  If you like this story,
check out my other stories, under my name, Robert Glynn, in the Authors
Section.  I like hearing from readers, especially readers with something
really nasty to say. My e-mail is: robert1glynn@yahoo.com.  I just recently
contributed to Nifty and I hope you will too, it is an invaluable asset for
the queer pervert community.


TRUCK PUNK
By, Robert Glynn


School was out for the summer, and Dad had promised to take me on his next
run from our home in Quebec, to Los Angeles and back.  Dad is an
independent trucker.  He drives a big 18 wheeler, and because he's on the
road all the time, we don't get as much father-son time as either of us
want, so we were both looking forward to the trip.

Early on the first day we pulled into a weight station on the freeway and
Dad got out to deal with the Scale Manager.  I rolled my window down and
overheard the Scale Manager say, "I see you got a truck punk; he's a young
one isn't he?  Not that I got anything against using a boy's pussy to get
off in, mind you, and as for me, I like the young ones best."

I heard Dad respond, "Thats's my son."

The guy said, "Yeah, yeah, and I'm your Daddy.  Is he naked from the waist
down or did you have him put his pants on?  Any time you pull into my scale
you can keep him bare assed.  I like seeing a bit of boy tail as much as
anyone.  I'll even let you go overweight if you let me see him naked."

My Dad said, "You've got it all wrong, friend.  That's my Son, not some
parking lot lizard along for a ride."

"Come on, I bet you got him riding a butt plug right now, don't you?  Let
me see him.  Okay?  I mean you don't see a naked boy that pretty everyday."

"Listen asshole," my Dad said, lowering his voice to a menacing growl, "I'm
not going to tell you again: that's my Son.  So shut your fucking mouth and
mark my book."

"Okay, okay," the guy, said, "Don"t get your shorts in a knot.  If you
don't want to share, I can't blame you.  I'd probably keep one that pretty
to myself, too."  The Scale Manager filled out and stamped Dad's log, and
handed it back to him.

I didn't say anything when Dad got back in the truck, but I couldn't help
but think about what the guy had said.  What was a truck punk?  How come he
thought I didn't have any pants on?  What was a butt plug?  What did he
mean about a "boy's pussy?"  Boys don't have pussies; only girls do.  The
guy also said I was pretty, and he said he wanted to see my tail, what was
that all about?  I kept going over their conversation trying to make it
make sense until I just couldn't keep it to myself any longer.

"Dad, what's a truck punk?"  I blurted out at last.

My Dad looked over at me and said, "So you heard that, huh?  I was afraid
you might have.  Did you hear everything?"

I nodded my head.

He was quiet for a little bit, then cleared his throat and said, "Well, I
reckon you're getting old enough to know something about the facts of
life."  He paused again, and then said, "Trucking is a lonely life at
times; on the road day and night, with the wife and family back home.  Some
of the truckers pick up young guys and let them ride along, that's a truck
punk?"

"How come that guy thought I didn't have any pants on?  Why did he think I
would be naked?"  I interrupted, wanting a clearer answer.

"Well a lot of the time, a trucker will keep his boy naked when they're on
the road."

I considered this answer for a moment and asked, "How can a boy be naked in
the truck?"

Dad answered, "Well, we're way up high here in the cab, and anyone who sees
in from the outside can only see our heads and maybe our shoulders.  If you
were butt naked, for all they'd know, you might be riding along with just
your shirt off.  If you keep your shorts near, you could slip them on any
time you needed to and no one would be ever the wiser.

"Yeah," I said, "that's kind of cool, but how come the trucker wants the
boy to be naked?"

Dad glanced over at me and said, "Well, you know what gay guys do together,
don't you son?"

"Oh," I said, everything suddenly becoming clearer to me.  "You mean they
have sex together."

"Well, yeah, I mean not so much while they're driving, the truckers got to
keep his eye on the road, but if he keeps the punk naked all the time then
they can they play sex games, and stuff, and that keeps them both hot and
charged up, then they probably have sex when ever they stop."

"What kind of sex games do they play in the truck, Dad?"

"Oh, the trucker might make the boy jack off.  Do you jack off, Buddy?"
Dad looked over at me and I nodded yes.  "Well the trucker might make his
boy jack off until he is just about ready to cum.  Are you shooting cum
yet?"  Again, I nodded yes, I had only recently discovered the joys of
masturbation and started shooting my cum.  Dad went on.  "So the trucker
might tell his punk to jack off until he is just about to cum, and then
make him stop before he actually shoots.  They might do that a lot of
times, letting the kid get close, but not letting him cum.  That keeps the
boy super hot.  It's called edging, and a lot of the truckers do that with
their punks.  It keeps them both turned on and sexed up for hours."

I was amazed at what my father was telling me, "What else do truckers do
with their punks, Daddy?"  My Dad looked over at me and I saw him look down
at my crotch, which made me aware that my now hard cock was tenting out my
nylon running shorts, I knew Dad could see I had a hard on, and that made
me blush, but I didn't try to hide it, I kind of wanted Dad to see it.

Dad said, "Well sometimes the trucker might make the punk play with his
butt hole, spread his legs wide, or put one leg up on the seats so the
trucker can see, and then have the boys stick his finger up his ass.  You
ever play with your asshole when you masturbate son?"  Again, I nodded, I
had, indeed, discovered that fingering my butt hole could feel really good.
"Yeah," Dad said, "It can be really hot playing with your butt hole, can't
it?  Even more so, if someone else is watching you while you do it, like a
trucker watches his punk."

"What else do truckers and their punks do, Dad?"

"Oh, lots of things, Son.  Sometime the trucker will have the punk beat the
trucker's meat while they drive down the road, edging the driver, getting
him close to coming, over and over.  Sometimes the trucker will have the
punk suck his cock.  You know what cock sucking is, don't you Son?"

"Sure," I answered, "it's where one guy puts his cock in another guy's
mouth."

"That's right," Dad answered, "and it can be really hot sucking a cock."
Again, I saw my father glanced over and check out my hard cock.  "Sometimes
the trucker might piss in the boy's mouth and have him drink it."

"Not really!"  I said, shocked at this weird, new, idea.

"Really," Dad said, "a lot of truck punks like drinking their man's piss.
I know some truckers who never go to the bathroom when they're on a run,
except in their punk's mouth."

"Wow," I said, "that sounds nasty."  I said.

"Well, it is kind of nasty, but it's really sexy too, and it's safe to
drink piss," Dad said, again checking out my hard boy cock, "some truckers
get even dirtier and shit in their boy's mouth and make him eat it.  Now
that's not as safe as drinking piss, but some punks do it, and think it's
really hot."

"Dad," I said, "that"s unbelievable."  This was almost to much information
and I didn't really know how to think about it, so I changed the topic and,
remembering something else the weight scale guy had said, I asked, "What's
a butt plug, Dad?"

"That's a kind of sexual toy that fits up in the punk's butt hole, and you
just let it stay there.  Some truckers don't let their punks take their
butt plug out except when they have to shit, or when the trucker is going
to fuck the punk's hole."

"Doesn't it hurt to have something up in your butt all the time?"  I asked.

"No, I mean, I guess it must be pretty weird at first.  I heard a trucker
say his punk told him it felt like he had to take a shit all the time, or
like he was always being fucked.  But once a punk gets used to it, he
doesn't feel right if he hasn't got something up in his shit chute."

I sat beside my father thinking about all he had said, and then I asked,
"Dad, did you ever have a punk boy?"

"No, Son, I never have, not really.  Oh, I've picked up a few hitchhikers
in my time, maybe more than a few, and let them swing on my cock, but I
never really had a truck punk, who rode with me regularly.  Not that I
haven't thought about it.  I reckon it would be pretty cool to have a punk,
but I just never knew a boy who would punk for me.

I was quiet for a minute, thinking about what my Dad had said; he thought
it would be cool to have a punk boy.  I knew I always thought about other
boys and men when I jacked off, not girls, like the other boys in my class
said they did, and now, what my Dad was saying was giving me an opportunity
I had never even imagined.  I took a deep breath and asked, "Would you, I
mean, do you think you might like it, if I punked for you, Dad?"

My Dad looked at me again, first checking out my bulge, and then looking me
directly in the eyes.  "You think you might like being a trucker's punk,
Son?  You think you might like getting naked with your Old Man?  You think
you might like sucking your Daddy's cock?"

I grinned back and said, "Yeah Dad, I think I might like that a whole lot."

"Well, you've got to think long and hard about it Son.  It's a big step to
be a trucker's punk. For one thing you can't ever tell anyone.  The world
is more and more understanding that homosexuality is just a normal part of
life, and people are getting fairly cool with that.  But most people are
not at all cool with man/boy sex, or with gay incest.  I could get in
serious trouble if anyone found out I was fucking around with a way under
aged boy, especially with my own son.  They could take you away from me,
and put me in prison, if anyone ever found out.  So you'd have to promise
to never tell anyone, and that goes double for your mother."

"I understand, Dad.  I promise, I'd never tell anyone.  I can keep a
secret.  I know how to keep my mouth shut."

"Also, it's not easy being a trucker's punk.  You'd have to promise to do
whatever I say, sexually, I mean.  Even if it's something you might not
want to do, or something that might even hurt.  The truckers the boss, it's
about his needs, it's about his cock getting served the way he wants it.
If the trucker wants to fuck a boy's throat till he gags, or fuck his pussy
till it's raw, then that's what he gets, and the punk doesn't get to say
no.  You'd be my sex slave.  You'd be expected to worship my cock, and
balls, and even my shit hole.  You think that you could do that Son?"

"Yeah, Dad, I'll do what ever you say.  I promise.  I'll do whatever makes
you happy."

"There's a lot about sex you don't know," Dad continued, "especially about
sex between a man and a boy, so you have to be open to learning new things,
things you haven't even thought about, things that may be really nasty, or
things that may be a little shocking, even really, really shocking.  Your
Old Man has some kinky interest, in fact a lot of kinky interest.  Are you
up for that?"

Again, I answered.  "Yeah Dad, you teach me, and I'll do what ever you
want.  Anything you want."

"Son, I can't tell you how hot it is to hear you say that.  Well, all right
boy, let's give it a whirl.  We'll try it out, but listen, I know I'll love
having you punk for me, but if it turns out to not be your thing, that's
okay, our relationship as a son and a father is the most important thing,
and I want you to know I'll always love you Buddy."

"I know Dad, I love you too, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to love being
your sex slave, too, it sounds really cool, and really hot."

"All right then," Dad said, "let's get started.  First thing is: I want you
naked.  Throw all of your clothes back in the sleeper except your shorts,
put those on the floorboard in front of you."

In less time than it takes to tell, I was as naked as the day I was born,
sitting beside my father in his truck, with my cock standing straight up,
hard as could be.  I was kind of embarrassed to have Dad, see me like that,
but I was also excited and proud.  I wanted my father to see me, naked and
boned up, and I wanted him to be proud of me, too."

"Damn, Son," Dad said as he kept glancing over at me, `you've got a
beautiful cock: hard and straight, really big for your age.  I'm so glad we
kept you uncut, skin it back and show me your cock head," I did as he said,
"Fuck that's sexy, we're going to have a lot of fun with that cock.  Now,
spread your legs boy.  Show off those nuts, to."  I did as he told me.  Dad
reached over and fondled my balls, the first time any one had ever touched
me in a sexual way, and said, "Fuck, your balls are sexy, too.  I bet you
really pump out a lot of sperm, Buddy.  I'm going to spend a lot of time
playing with these fuckers, and I'm going to work them over, too.  Buddy
you've got a beautiful body, I think your really sexy.  Do you like showing
it off for your Old Man?"

I grinned and nodded, "Can I stay naked all the time?"

"All the way to LA and back, Buddy, and we're going to play sex games, and
talk dirty, all the way, too.  You think your going to like that?"

Again I nodded.

"Okay, let's get you doing some edging.  Nothing keeps a trucker and his
punk as hot as edging for a long time.  I want you to start beating your
meat, nice and slow.  Keep it up till you feel like your getting close to
cumming, and then stop.  No matter what, don't let yourself cum.  Stop
jerking, before you get to close, and can't stop.  Its kind of hard to do,
you've got to be focused and disciplined.  You think you can do that?"

I scooted down in the seat, leaned back, spread my legs even wider so Dad
could get a better view of the show, and started stroking my hard cock.
"Yeah, Daddy," I said, "I can do that."

"Go nice and slow, Buddy.  Just keep playing with your boy cock.  Keep it
hard and hot, but stop whenever your getting near ready to cum.  I know
boys, and how they beat off; they just go at it hard-core, full speed
ahead, till they blast their sperm all over their belly.  This, however, is
different.  The point here is to make the sex last, maybe all day.  Get
right up to the edge; get close to cumming, and stop, ease up, let the
sperm settle down in your balls.  Then start stroking off again.  We're
going to keep that up until you"re begging me to let you cum, till your so
hot you can't think of anything but sex, till you'll do anything I want, no
matter how nasty it is, if only I'll let you cum."

"Oh, Dad," I said, "this is so hot, I'm getting close."

"Stop it," Dad said, "let go of your cock."

I did as he said, and we both sat there, watching my cock throb in the air,
pumping out drop after drop of pre-come.  But I didn't shoot.

"Good job, Buddy," Dad said.  "That's edging.  We'll keep this up for a
while and you'll be so hot you won't believe it.  Sometimes when I'm
heading for home, and I know your Mom is waiting for me, and will be ready
for a hot fuck, I'll edge all day, getting myself so hot and horny that I
can barely stand it.  Look at how much pre-cum you've pumped out.  Why
don't you gather some of that up with your fingers and feed it to me.  I
want to eat your cock snot."

I was amazed, and excited, that my Dad wanted to eat my sex slime.  I
gathered as much of my boy juice as I could on my fingers and held my hand
up to Dad's mouth.  It was so hot watching, and feeling, as Dad licked and
sucked the pre cum off my hand.

"Why don't you start stroking your meat again Buddy?  Pump that hot cock,
but just get close, don't come, okay?

"I won't cum, Pop," I said, as I started jerking my boy meat, "I promise."
Then I said, "You edge all day in the truck sometimes, huh Dad?"

"Sure I do, kid, I just push my pants down on my thighs and stroke my hard
meat."

"Could I watch you do that, Dad?"  I asked, stroking my boy cock.

"Oh, so you want to see your Old Man's cock, Buddy?"

"Yeah," I said, "I really want to see it hard, Dad."

"Well, Bud, you're not only going to see it hard, you're going to touch it,
play with it, and you're going to suck it.  You think you'd like to suck
your Daddy's big cock, Buddy?"

"Yeah, Dad, I really want to suck your cock.  Can I see it, please?"  I
begged.

"Sure you can, Son, but not just yet.  We're going to build up to it.  We
got some games to play first.  Let's play a game called "Talking Dirty."
I'll say something sexy and then I want you to say it back to me.  Keep
playing with your cock, but remember don't cum."

"Okay," I said.

Dad said, "I love beating my meat."

I repeated what he said, while doing it.

Dad said, "I love masturbating while my Daddy watches."

"I love masturbating while my Daddy watches."

Dad said "I love being naked with my Daddy."

I repeated it.

"I want to be a gay slut for Daddy."

"I want be a gay slut for Daddy." I said, and I meant it.

"Now," Dad said, "I want you to say, "I'm a boy whore, a cock slut, a cum
dump, an anal bitch, and a queer fag."

I did as my Dad asked and I felt free, and excited, as I did it.

"Say: I want to suck my Daddy's cock, I want to eat my Daddy's sperm.  I
want to lick my Daddy's balls.  I want to drink my Daddy's piss.  I want to
be my Daddy's toilet."

I said all of this, but I must confess, I hesitated when it came to saying
I wanted to drink piss, and be my Daddy's toilet.  That seemed so weird to
me.  I remembered Dad saying some drivers made their punks eat their shit.
Would Daddy want me to do that?  He had said he was kinky, really kinky.
If he wanted it, could I do it?  Well, I thought to myself if I was going
to be a truck punk, going to be his sex slave, I'd just have to do what my
Father wanted, what ever would make him happy.  I said it all, and when I
said, "I want to be my Daddy's toilet."  I saw Dad look to see if my cock
was still hard, standing up straight, and dripping pre-cum, as I played
with it, and I saw him grin, when he saw it was.

Dad said, "I want Daddy to fuck my pussy.  I want to lick my Daddy's ass
hole."

I repeated that and then had to let go of my cock, or I would have
splattered my boy wad all over Dad's truck.

"Good job, Buddy.  You're edging like a pro.  Now let's leave your cock
alone for a while and do something else."  Dad instructed me, "Lock your
door so you can lean against it, and swing your legs around here up on the
seat."  I did as he said and he continued; "now bend your knees more and
spread your leg's wide.  That's right, show me that beautiful boy pussy,
Baby."

"How come you call my butt hole a pussy, Dad?"

"Well, Buddy, you're a truck punk now.  A truck punk is a boy who sucks
cock, so that makes him queer, right?  I nodded yes, in agreement.  But a
trucker is a man, and men like to fuck girls, right?"  Again I nodded.  So
as a truck punk you've got to be not just a boy, but you've got to be a
girl for me, too.  I mean as a queer boy you'll be expected to suck my cock
and eat my ass hole, right?"

"Sure."  I said.

`But a real man, a straight, married man, like me, doesn't eat boy ass,
that would be queer, right."  I nodded my head in agreement.  "So we're
going to turn your shit hole into a pussy, a cunt, and your going to be my
girl friend, and I'm going to eat out your hot little pussy.  You get it?"
I nodded my head, yes, that made sense, and sounded like fun, and I liked
the idea of being Dad's girlfriend.

"So this," here he reached down and quickly touched my butt hole, "is your
shit hole when you're a boy, and your pussy, your cunt, when your a girl.
And this,"he wrapped his hand around my cock, "is your cock when you're a
boy, and your clitoris when you're a girl.  And these, are your balls when
you're a boy, and your ovaries when you're a girl.  Are you going to
remember that?"

"Yes sir."  I nodded.

"You're going to be a good little girl for me?"  Again I nodded.  "Good,
later on, tonight, I'm going to stick my hard cock in your pretty little
cunt and fuck you just like I fuck your Mom.  You want that Buddy?"

"Yes, Sir."  I answered.

"Tell me what you want, Buddy."

I knew Dad wanted me to talk dirty to him so I answered, "I want to be your
little girl, Daddy.  I want you to stick your hard cock in my pretty little
cunt and fuck me, just like you fuck Mommy."

"Raise your butt up Buddy, show me that hot pussy."

I spread my legs wide, and lifted my hips, exposing my pussy to Dad.

"Fuck, that's a pretty cunt, girl.  Smooth, pink, and hot. You make my dick
hard, Babe.  You want me to slide my cock up in your snatch, Honey?  Fuck
that tight, little, twat?"

"Yes, Daddy, please!  Fuck me with your big Daddy cock, please!"

"All right then, we better get you ready and opened up enough to take my
big breeder cock."

Dad had me stick my finger in my mouth and get it wet, and then had me play
with my butt hole, I mean with my little girl pussy, while he watched.  It
was so hot.  At first, for a long time, Dad had me just rub around the
outside lips of my cunt while he watched and talked dirty to me.  I had
played with my butt hole a little bit before, and it felt good, but now,
somehow, this was different, and it felt totally great.  It felt as good as
playing with my cock, and it felt so nasty doing it while my Father watched
and talked dirty to me.

After having me play with the lips of my pussy for a long time, Dad told me
again to lick my fingers, get them real wet, and then go up inside my shit
chute.  For the longest time Dad had me finger fuck myself with first one,
then two, and finally three fingers.  I couldn't believe how good it felt
to play with my hole like that.

All the while I played with my pussy, Daddy was talking dirty to me.  He
told me how he was going to fuck me.  How he would lie on his back and have
me sit on his hard cock and take it deep into my pussy and fuck myself on
his big Daddy cock.  He told me he would teach me to be a real anal slut.
"I've got a lot of trucker friends," Dad said, "maybe later I'll get on the
radio and set up a little party for you.  You think you'd like to have a
bunch of trucker's party in your pussy, girl?"  I almost shot my boy scum
when Dad said that.

Finally, he told me to take my fingers out of my cunt, and he took over.
He said, "I want to play a little stink finger, Buddy, I want to be up
inside your little girl cunt."


Dad knew just what to do to turn me on.  He went up inside me to a place
that, when he stroked it, made me feel an almost electrical charge.  When
he poked me there, he made my hard dick, I mean my clitoris, drip lots of
pre-cum, I mean pussy juice.  Dad keep fingering me, hitting that special
place, till suddenly I couldn't take it any more.  I cried out, and without
touching my cock, I erupted in the most intense orgasm, shooting ropy wads
of hot boy cum: blasting cock-snot as far up as my face, and drenching my
chest and belly in sperm.



After I caught my breath, I said, "I'm so sorry Pop, I couldn't help it. I
shot off like a boy."

Dad laughed, and said, "Don"t be sorry, Babe.  I'm amazed you held off as
long as you did, and I made you cum like a girl, by just fingering your
pussy.  That was about the hottest thing I've ever done."

I reached down and picked up my shorts off the floorboard, and started to
wipe up my spilled jism.  Dad snatched the shorts out of my hands and said,
"Oh no you don't, boy.  Smear that cum all over your belly and let it dry.
If you're going to be my punk I want you to look the part, and naked and
smeared in sperm sounds right.  Besides, we're just getting started.  We've
got a lot more sex games to play, girl."