I'm Lee, a sixteen-year-old boy out on my own. I have parents, but my Dad has been smacking around my Mom, and lately had started on me. I decided to bail out and took off in the middle of the night with a backpack of whatever I could fit in it. So here I am in northern Illinois with no place to go. It's summer now, but the winters are rough here, so I decided to go to California by thumbing a ride.

After three days I got to St. Louis and so far don't have a plan for how I'm going to live, wherever I end up. For now, I'm continuing to thumb rides and hope something turns up. Just west of St. Louis I got picked up by Ben, a trucker in a Kenworth and he seemed friendly enough. When I found out that he was going to Sacramento I asked if I could ride all the way with him.

He asked how much money I had and I told him I was flat broke. After some questioning I told him my whole story, so he knew I didn't really have a clue how I was going to survive.

"Okay kid," said Ben, "Here's what I'll do for you. You can ride with me to California if you blow me any time I want."

"I'm no faggot," I protested.

"Doesn't matter to me," Ben said, "You don't have to like it, but if you want to ride with me you just have to do it."

I was going to tell him to go to hell, but I really needed this ride, and giving blowjobs is fairly easy – the worst that could happen is a bad taste in my mouth. So appearing as reluctant as I could, I agreed.

He told me to kneel next to his seat as he unzipped and took out his cock. I took him in my mouth while he drove, and I sucked him. He got hard, and then told me to ease up. He didn't want to cum while driving because it's too dangerous – he just wanted me on his cock.

So I knelt there with his cock in my mouth. As he would soften he told me to suck more to get him aroused. He pulled off the freeway and into a truck stop and parked. "Now you can take me all the way," he said, and I sucked him to completion.

It was the first blowjob I had ever given, and his cum tasted just as bad as I expected, but nothing I couldn't handle. It might be demeaning to be a cocksucker, but it was fairly easy. I decided to suck him all the way to California.

In two days we were passing through Nevada and I had swallowed five loads from him, and starting to get used to the taste. Actually, blowjobs are nice and convenient – easy to do and no cleanup afterward – just a quick swallow.

By then Ben and I started to like each other, and he made me a new offer.

"You can live with me in the truck if you'll take care of my sexual needs whenever I want," Ben offered, "I'll pay for your food and clothing. You just have to be loyal to me."

That was a lot better than living on the street, so I agreed. After Sacramento Ben had to make a run to Tacaoma, and then to Minneapolis. I was now kind of a wife to him, blowing him in the daytime, but he preferred to fuck my ass at bedtime. At first I didn't like it, but I began to warm up to it, and soon even started to crave it. He bought me a butt plug which I wore most of the time, except when he fucked me.

On the way from Tacoma to Minneapolis Ben asked if I wanted to make some money and I said I'd be interested in hearing his idea.

"A lot of horny truckers would enjoy a cute young guy like you," he said, "If I could get you some tricks we could split the fee. I'd do the work of finding the tricks, you do the work and we split 50/50."

I knew he would be whoring me out, but 50/50 was a pretty good split, and I liked the work, so I agreed. He knew of some internet sites where sex for truckers was arranged, and put up postings stating where we would be each day. For each posting he gave the truck stop where we would be.

"We will be in Fargo tomorrow night and I have three tricks lined up for you. We stopped by a Goodwill store and Ben bought me a t-shirt and jogging shorts for my work. "Wear these with no underwear and you'll be ready for action. You can be naked in less than a minute and get dressed just as fast. He put some condoms in the shorts pockets and told me to never do bareback.

We arrived in Fargo and Ben parked at the truck stop. He got a text message from one of my tricks. The guy was in a red International not far from us. I walked to the truck and knocked on the door. The driver motioned me to the passenger door and I got in. He handed me the $50 that was agreed to and I got on my knees and sucked him off. I left and returned to Ben's truck. I gave him the money to hold onto, and he gave me information on the next trick. This guy wanted to fuck me, so I made sure I had a condom with me and went to his truck.

He paid me and then I sucked him to erection and put he condom on him. He bent me over the passenger seat and fucked me. I hoped I would get more fuck tricks – blowjobs were simple and easy, but fucking felt wonderful!

The third trick wanted me to blow in outside – in public. At first I didn't like the idea, fearing I would get busted, but he assured me that it would be okay. Nervously I got to my knees and began to suck him. He had a really big cock – about eight inches, and seemed to have really good control over his cumming. He told me I couldn't make him cum until he wanted to, but I was welcomed to try. While I was still new at sucking, I had given enough blowjobs to gain some proficiency, and did my best to make him cum. I got him close a couple of times, but the guy wouldn't let me take him all the way. He was really making me work for my money. I made a mental note to avoid him in the future – quick tricks were what I wanted.

However, I kept sucking and couldn't help but see that we were in plain sight of the truck stop main entrance, and everyone coming out the door could see us, and a few came over to watch for a time, then left. Some took pictures of me sucking, which I didn't like, but thought I would never see them again, so it wouldn't matter.

I must have sucked this guy for half an hour and I was really getting tired. "You want it?" he asked, and I grunted in agreement.

"Then say it!" he said.

I pulled off and said, "I want it."

"Beg for it," he insisted.

"Please give me your cum," I pleaded.

"Okay cocksucker," he said, "Here it comes!"

He flooded my mouth with his cum, which I eagerly swallowed, knowing that I was finally finished.

I returned to Ben's truck, looking forward to a rest. I gave Ben the money I had collected and he told me there was just one more job. I was tired, but decided to give it a try. I went to a silver Peterbuilt and the driver got out. He also wanted an outdoor blowjob, saying it was too cramped inside, but at least he wasn't trying to show off. He took me to a private spot between the trucks and I dropped to my knees. He gave me his cock and I began to suck him. He wasn't as big as the last guy, and he was easier to suck. Once hard, he took hold of my head and started to push in and out, which I learned was called a face-fuck. It really put him in charge, and was kind of like an oral rape, but at least he did all the work, which I welcomed for now. When he thrust into my mouth his cock head would hit the back of my mouth, making me gag a little.

I found that I was able to control my gagging a little bit, but still didn't like it. Every time he went deep his body would slam into my face, digging my nose into his pubes. He had a little belly fat, so it didn't hurt, so I just enjoyed the experience. It didn't take him long to cum, but the bad part was that when he did cum, he pulled my head close and shot his load down my throat, so I didn't get to taste it.

Well, just part of the job – I got up and went back to Ben's truck, $50 ahead. Ben and I were ready to turn in, and luckily Ben wanted to fuck me, giving my mouth a much-needed rest. I suppose I really was a faggot by then. I was doing it to earn money or earn my keep, but I liked it enough that I knew I would do it anyway, and nothing compared to the feel of a good fucking!

Ben was really fair with me. He kept a ledger, so we knew how much I had earned and though he held the money, he always gave me as much of my share as I wanted. I knew that he was really my pimp, and I was his whore. Many pimps cheated their whores, and many whores did private tricks without telling their pimps. Since Ben was honest with me I was completely honest with him.

Ben was also very protective of me, and one day I said that I seemed a lot like a wife to him, and he said he liked it that way. I asked if there was anything I could do to be more "wifely" for him, and he said I could wear a bra and panties under my outer clothes. I agreed, and he bought me a few sets of bras and panties.

I found that I liked wearing them. I didn't want to be a girl, but liked dressing like one. My hair had already been long for a boy, but I continued to let it grow, and one day Ben took me to a beauty salon and had my hair styled in a very girlie fashion. He bought me some simple makeup and taught me how to put it on, and with a little practice, I saw a girl staring back at me in the mirror! The jogging shorts I wore got replaced with some tight, cut-off jeans. Ben taught me how to walk like a girl, and I practiced it whenever I could.

I had breast forms in my bra, and looked a lot like a girl when we went into the truck stops. While we ate I could see men looking at me, and some came over to talk. Ben kept me safe and negotiated for tricks. My new look made me feel good, and was good for business as well.

My tricks all knew I was really a boy, but they liked me this way, and Ben was able to charge more this way.

I've been with Ben for five years now. Even though I'm not a kid anymore, Ben still likes me, and it looks like I'll be with him for awhile. Ben keeps a list of phone number for my past tricks, and most want me when we come to town. I really like having Ben as a "husband", but still getting so much cock from others, and getting paid so well for it!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)