Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2007 14:24:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Alone (9)

   Following another night of passion and lust executed in the snug
confines of the truck's sleeper cab, and then a hearty truck stop
breakfast, and a few hours on the road, Ben's direction of travel veered
away from Brett's intended route to his aunts place, and the trucker had
left the boy at a heavily utilized roadside rest stop. As he hugged Brett
good bye, Ben had slipped some money into his hand, and assured him that he
would have no trouble finding another ride if he just kept his shirt off,
and hung around the entrance to the men's room looking sexy, and
available. After watching the sleek big rig disappear down the wide
interstate, Brett turned, and walked back to the building that housed the
public rest rooms, and settled himself onto a bench between the doors
leading to the ladies on one side, and the men's on the other. He checked
out the money Ben had given him, and found that he had another forty
dollars to add to the forty he had gotten from Bill, and he smiled,
thinking that at the rate things had been going for him, he might well
arrive at his aunts place with all of it, seeing that Ben had paid for all
of his meals, and even for his shower.

   Leaning back into the bench, Brett stretched his smooth legs out in
front of him, and savored the warm sunshine baking his bare chest, and
tummy, and he looked at his scantily covered crotch where the small, thin
shorts clung saucily to his tumescent penis, and his plump pouch, and he
felt a stirring deep in his balls, as his thoughts turned to his time with
Ben, and the torrid sex they had shared in the truck. His penis flexed at
the remembrance, and as it thickened in the clinging little shorts, he
absently reached into his lap to adjust it, and he jumped, startled by a
sudden masculine voice saying,

   "Hmmm...looks like you're a bit much for those little shorts, dude...I
mean, I like them, a lot, but they may be just a touch small for an
obviously...big...boy like you."

   Brett felt his face grow warm, as he turned to look at the source of the
pointed comment, and he found himself looking at the grinning face of a man
in his late forties. The man was plainly staring at Brett's burgeoning
erection, and Brett saw his tongue flicker over his lips, a gesture that
resulted in Brett going fully hard under the man's lust filled gaze. He
blinked rapidly, watching the man watch his penis poke against the thin
shorts, then shrugged, and replied,

   "Yea, they are definitely too small...but, it's all that I have to wear,
and I really shouldn't just go naked...so..."

   The man chuckled, his eyes still locked onto the bulging little shorts,
and he nodded his head slowly, and then asked,

   "Dunno for sure, kid, but it could be that naked might be less erotic
than you all boned up in those nasty little shorts, you know what I
mean...?...damn boy, you do look hot as hell wearing those...so what's your
story anyway...you a run away, or what?"

   Brett shook his head, his own eyes dropping to scope the obvious
erection that tented the front of the slacks the guy was wearing, and he
stifled the smile that played at his mouth, as he worked for a sad look,
and answered,

   "Well, I guess not exactly...actually, my dad threw me out of the house
a few days ago, and I been trying to get to my aunts place...it's in Utah."

   The man's eyes continued to sweep over Brett's nearly naked young body,
stopping to linger on the protruding bulge of his penis, and he nodded
slowly, and then said,

   "Tossed out, huh?...hmmm...Utah, huh?...well....tell you what, kid...I'm
headed to California...going right through Utah, too...we might, if you
were interested, make a little deal that would get you a ride almost to
aunties door...what do you say?"

   Brett batted his long eyelashes several times, going for an innocent
look, while clearly aware of the "deal" the man was offering in exchange
for the ride, and he slowly got to his feet, moving to stand directly in
front of the man, then said,

   "I'm definitely interested Mister...I really need to get to Utah
somehow...uh...so sure...I guess we can make a deal about a ride, if you
want."

   With that comment, Brett slowly raised his arms, and clasped his hands
atop his head, as he slightly cocked his hips forward a little, and he
watched the man's tongue slide over his lips again, as he looked the near
naked young boy up and down several times. Glancing quickly around to
satisfy himself that no one was paying particular attention, the man
reached out, and gripped Brett's forearm, then gently tugged it, as he
began moving through the door of the men's room behind him. Brett followed,
letting the man steer them into a nearby toilet stall, where he quickly
latched the door behind them. Turning to Brett, the man looked straight
into his eyes, as his hand came up, and he passed his palm over the boy's
smooth chest, fingering his small nipples, and then moved down to rub the
creamy skin of his bare tummy, as Brett shuddered, relishing the familiar
tingles that washed over his lithe body as the man explored his flawless
young skin.

   "Damn, you are a pretty little thing boy...all smooth, and soft...a
couple of nights with you would definitely take the edge off this lousy
trip cross country for sure...okay son, let's see just what your end of
this little deal looks like..."

   With that, the man hooked onto the waist band of Brett's little shorts,
and tugged it out, then down, freeing Brett's rigid erection, and it popped
straight out, standing proudly off his sparse growth of silky pubes, his
taut little pouch dangling slightly below. The man stepped back a little,
and took his time checking out Brett's hard cock, and balls, then made a
little "turn around" twirl with his fingers. Brett slowly executed a
three-sixty, pausing when he heard a low whistle escape from the man when
his back was fully turned, and the man checked out his tight little bubble
buns, then, turned back to face him once more.

   "Oh yea...God yes...you're a beauty, boy...all of it....just
beautiful...damn nice cock for a kid...and that ass...well...okay boy, you
got yourself a ride to Utah, rooms and meals included...and I got myself a
hot little fuck buddy until we get there...that's the deal, kid...what do
you say?"

   Brett painted his best smile onto his face, and nodded, as he said very
softly,

   "Okay Mister...sure...I get a ride all the way to Utah...and...I'm
your...fuck buddy...from here, to there...okay...deal!"

   The man smiled, his hand moving to close around the throbbing shaft of
Brett's penis, and he squeezed it, and then stroked it, and he chuckled
when Brett produced a shiny pearl of precum from tiny slit in the head of
his penis.

   "Nice...damn nice, kid...I like `em when they ooze like this...oh
yea...you are a fucking hottie for sure...here kid, move over here, and let
me sit down...that's it...now...step closer son...good...I got to taste
this pretty young cock now...get me some of that boy-honey there...and...a
nice warm load of that young cum, too...hmmm!"

   Brett gasped, rocking onto his tiptoes, as the man swiped his tongue
over the drooling head of his boyhood, lapping away the glistening drop of
precum, then, engulfed him fully, taking his rigid cock deep into his warm,
wet mouth, as his hand came up to gently grip his dangling sac, and finger
his balls.

   "OHhhh....wow....oh boy!" chirped Brett, the excitement rapidly building
as the man began deftly sucking his rock hard pride and joy as he expertly
manipulated his balls.

   Loud slurping sounds quickly filled the small stall space, and the man
definitely knew his business, as his soft mouth glided over Brett's cock,
settling into a rhythm that Brett was already beginning to surrender to, as
the man released his balls, and pushed his hand deep between the boy's
spread thighs, and worked his fingers between the firm mounds of his small
ass, fingering the boy's little pucker as he sucked his young cock with
abandon.

   "OHHhh....AHhhhh.....!" sang Brett, his balls already beginning to boil,
and draw up in his silky pouch.

   "Um Hum....!" Mumbled the man around Brett's cock sliding inside his
mouth, and his finger found its intended target inside the crease of his
butt, and he pushed on it firmly.

   "AGgggg....ohhh....jeez!" squeaked Brett, his breath blowing out with a
whooshing sound, as the man's finger moved deep inside his hole, and
touched his highly sensitive prostate gland.

   "UM Humm...!" the man repeated, increasing his sucking speed, and
pressure, as his finger repeatedly probed the small gland, causing Brett to
buck his hips, as he felt the tell-tale signals of his orgasm building
quickly.

   The man's head bobbed, keeping sync with his fingering of the boy's
hole, and he sensed the kid's impending eruption, and he withdrew slightly,
wanting to be able to savor the boy's creamy essence as it spurted from the
tasty young cock. Right on time, too, as it turns out, because no sooner
had the man repositioned his sucking mouth then the boy uttered a low
growling sound, and his slim hips drilled forward, as the young penis
seemed to swell inside his mouth, then buck, as the warm and creamy fluid
literally erupted into the man's mouth. One, two, three rapid volleys
spurted over the man's tongue, instantly flooding his mouth with the rich
cream, and those strong jets were followed by several smaller, and weaker
dribbles, equally as sweet, and creamy as were the more volatile eruptions,
and the man swallowed each offering as it presented, relishing the youthful
sweetness of it, as the boy's young balls drained, and he sagged backward
against the stall door, panting, and flushing in a deep rose tone.

   The man sat up straight then, and swiped his tongue through his mouth,
savoring the richness of the boy's tastes, and he winked at the panting
boy, and told him,

   "Excellent kid...just perfect...damn, you shoot a healthy load for a
youngster...damn nice...great nut, kid...excellent flavor...hot damn, this
is going to be a great couple days, for sure!"

   Brett slowly recovered, his breathing returning to normal, and he looked
down at his now wilted penis, then at the man, who was still running his
tongue through his mouth, and he grinned, as he said,

   "Golly Mister...wow...that was great...you suck really good, too...wow!"

   Pleased, the man chuckled, then, leaned forward to retrieve Brett's
skimpy shorts from the less than clean floor of the stall, and he handed
them to Brett, as he said,

   "Okay kid...better get these on I guess....such as they are...can't be
having you all naked....well...not until we get to the car,
anyway...then...well..."

   Brett giggled, stepping carefully into the threadbare little shorts, and
then working them up his shapely legs, and finally settled them into place
over his now much smaller cock, and balls. He looked back at his new road
partner, and smiled again, as the man hungrily eyed the barely-there little
shorts, and shook his head, as he said,

   "On second thought, maybe you should keep them on...what the hell, it's
for sure going to cause a stir when we stop for dinner, and get a room
later...damn kid, your old man sure knew what he getting you into when he
gave you the gate dressed in those shorts...hell, he might as well have put
a "fuck me" sign on your back!"

   Brett blushed, as he for the first time came to understand his
ex-fathers reason for forcing him to change before he threw him out of the
house. Well, daddy dearest, he thought, I didn't get it at first, but
now....well...thanks dad...hella thanks!

   The man looked inquiringly at Brett for a moment, curious as to the
self-pleased expression that suddenly showed on the cute boys face, then
shrugged, as he slid an arm around Brett's slender waist, and walked him
outside, and over to his car. He opened the passenger door, and Brett slid
inside, as the man circled the car, got in, and started the engine, then,
moved out of the rest stop parking lot, and headed west on the interstate,
his hand steadily stroking the silky skin of Brett's inner thigh.

(To Be Continued)
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