Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2008 04:29:43 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: My First Time With Dan (Part 1)

DISCLAIMER: The details of this piece are all true. "Dan" was a 42 year old
friend of my father's and of course, his name's been changed to protect
him. All sex was MORE than consentual! If this offends you - just hit the
BACK button.

When I was very young, my parents owned a truck stop on the edge of a very
busy highway. Several of the truck drivers that came into the place were
rarely seen again but a few were what my mother referred to as "regulars".
The building was a block building with the majority of it containing booths
and tables along with the kitchen and grill area. The other small portion
of the building contained a mechanic's bay with a two-door garage and small
office where the drink machines and snack machines were. There were also
gas pumps on the outside and around on the back part of the building were
two restrooms that were roughly half of half the size of today's jail
cell. They contained one sink and one toilet each and that was pretty much
the extent of our "facilities". As my mother had often commented, "if
someone's just going in there to pee, that's enough; if they want more,
they can get a hotel room". When asked why the bathrooms were on the
outside of the building and not inside, my mother informed me that some
truck drivers were often in a hurry and just wanted to use the bathroom and
it seemed to make sense when I was young.
                Most of the truck drivers that came in were overweight,
balding and bad-tempered men who referred to my mother by a shortened
version of her name, by my father as if he were their best friend and to me
as an annoyance to be shooed out of the way when "the adults were talking".
There was one man that was a little different.  Dark, curly, hair, thick
mustache that all but covered his top lip, and a smile that made the sun
ashamed, he was like something from my dreams. The first day I saw him, he
was wearing a gray t-shirt that was stretched so tightly over his broad
torso, I was sure it would rip when he sat down and a pair of jeans that
rivaled the shirt and cowboy boots. Coming inside, he walked right over to
the booth where my mother and I sat, she drinking her coffee and talking to
the other truckers and me reading a comic book.
                "I'm Dan Shanklee, ma'am," He said, offering my mother his
hand.
                My mother introduced herself and told him to take whatever
seat he liked and she'd bring him a menu. His response was quick and
definite. He'd have a double cheeseburger, ran through the garden with a
double order of fries, a large glass of unsweetened iced tea and a thick
slab of whatever pie that was fresh. Even at my age, I was impressed. Most
of the men that came in sat and pondered the menu for what seemed like
forever before piece-mealing their order and taking twice as long to place
it than they had to decide on it.  Responding with "coming up, sir", my
mother disappeared behind the counter to start on the order.  I followed
her and filled the drink portion of the order; that was my job while I was
here with them and not home with my sisters.
                "Thanks, little man." Dan Shanklee smiled at me as I
brought his drink. "That's the best tea I've had since Jacksonville,
Florida."
                Considering we were in Tennessee, I thought that was quite
a compliment to my mother's tea-making abilities but I was more interested
in the small "V" at the collar of his t-shirt and the thick strands of dark
hair that curled out of it. I couldn't take my eyes of this as I resumed my
seat.
                "Mind if I sit here with you and your mom, little man?" Dan
asked as he swung his massive body into the open seat of the booth. I
dumbly shook my head as I watched the "V" in the neck of his shirt widen,
more hair visible in the movement.
                Dan became one of our "regulars" and over time, he was more
like one of our extended family than a customer.  He helped my father work
on trucks, helped my mother do odd jobs and helped me with my math
homework. During those times when Dan would come in to "shoot the shit", as
he put it, he'd often let me sit on his knee while he sipped coffee and
talked with my mother. The smell of sweat, leather from the cab of his
truck and a hint of some spicy aftershave, always made me feel strange in
my pants and I never understood why.  To hold me steady on his knee, Dan's
hand often settled on my butt and to me, this was a perfect match.
                Puberty was like one of those semi trucks plowing into me
at full-speed and when it hit, I was one large hormone, always hard and
always sneaking off to take advantage of the unique set-up of the
truck-stop bathrooms. They provided the ultimate privacy since they weren't
on the inside of the building and you couldn't be easily surprised. Anyone
coming up could be heard on the sidewalk's gravely surface and the door
locked with a slide lock on the inside.
                Storm clouds came in the same time Dan did one day.  As he
climbed down from the cab of his truck, I saw Dan without his shirt on for
the first time in three years! I was hard as a tire iron the second I saw
it thick carpet of dark hair that ran from his collarbone to the waistband
of his tight jeans!  Sadly, Dan pulled a t-shirt from the cab and tugged it
on as he started walking toward the restaurant. When he came inside, he
headed for the booth my mother and I sat in and I turned quickly in my seat
to avoid showing my hard dick to the man who'd made it that way.
                "How are you little man?" Dan said in his usual manner.
                "Good," I croaked back, my young voice on the verge of
manhood.
                Dan winked at me and my dick jumped in my jeans.  His big
arm reached for me and caught me in a bear hug, pulling me onto his
lap. The scent of Dan was almost overpowering and having his big arm around
me made my dick even harder.  He placed his order with my mother, a steak
well done, a double-sized salad and a large order of steak fries with
unsweetened iced tea and whatever pie was fresh. I got his tea and brought
it to the table, reluctant to leave his lap -- and that scent -- but
eager to bring that smile to his lips.
                "Thanks, little man," Dan smiled wide. "I need to clean up
first, though." He said, showing me dark smudges on his palms. "Guess I
need the bathroom facilities."
                I don't know what prompted my actions that day. Knowing
that this order was going to take a particularly longer time to prepare, I
bolted for the door and followed Dan around the corner of the building and
to the bathroom. I waited until he stepped inside and for the door to close
to walk as quietly as I could up to the thing and then I froze. He hadn't
latched the door so I could just go in, but then what would I do? My dick
pushed against my jeans, almost as if it knew exactly what I'd do! Knowing
I might never get another chance like this, I turned the knob, opened the
door and barged inside, closing the door with the weight of my small body
thrown against it.
                "Hey, little man!" Dan exclaimed, half-turning to face me
and arching a stream of piss away from the bowl that spattered on the
floor. "Where's the fire?" He went on, returning his aim to its intended
target.  "Nowhere." I croaked as I noticed his pants were loose around his
waist and the dark "V" of his butt crack was more than visible.  "I just
had to...uh..."
                Dan turned around and I stopped.  Dan's cock lay like a
hooded cobra in a nest of hair that was as dark as midnight and as curly as
that on his head. Large balls framed it, one on either side of the most
perfect piece of flesh I'd ever seen.  He'd raised his shirt a bit too and
the lower portion of his stomach was visible. Damp curls of the same dark
hair clung to his skin and disappeared under his t-shirt. I felt my mouth
open but nothing came out.
                "You alright, little man?" Dan asked, his hands on the
sides of his pants.
                "No, don't!" I shouted, reaching to stop him from covering
that cock.
                Looking up, my eyes met his and something passed between
us. This was more than a little dangerous. Both of my parents were inside
and they'd soon notice I was missing. My mother had seen Dan come in and
had no doubt heard him say he was going to go wash his hands.  Right now,
his hands held the waistband of his jeans and my hands held his.
                "Show it to me," I said dumbly, letting my eyes drop to his
cock.
                What seemed like an hour passed before Dan refused and
attempted to pull his pants up again.
                "Please, Dan," I said, my voice cracking again and my eyes
pleading more than I could with my voice. "I swear that I won't say
anything to anyone."
                Before Dan could refuse again, I let go of one of his hands
and let it slip over the hooded meat that hung between his balls. My grip
wasn't tight but Dan still jerked a bit and hissed, "Easy, little man!
Easy!"
                Because of the size of the room we found ourselves in,
there wasn't much room for Dan to maneuver away from me. In fact, his one
half-step back found him with his back against the wall, literally. My hand
was still on his cock and I lifted it, feeling it swell in my hand.
Fascinated, I let the fleshy thing rest in my palm and tentatively pulled
on the loose skin of what I know now was an uncircumcised penis. Dan
flinched again as I did this and jerked his hips in a backward motion.
                "Easy!" He hissed through clenched teeth. "You have to be
easy with that."
                "Show me." I asked as outside, thunder boomed. "Please,
show me?" I asked as I knelt down on the floor of this closet-sized
bathroom.
                His face shifted like sand and his mouth opened a bit. I
prepared myself for the solid "no" that I thought I was going to hear and
was stunned when he took his own cock from my hand and slowly slid back the
skin from the head of his cock to reveal a slick, domed head that seemed as
shiny as his wide leather belt. He laid the skinned cock back in my palm
and this time, it was his voice that cracked.
                "There, like that, little man."
                "It's...beautiful." I told him, mesmerized as it seemed to
lengthen and thicken in my hand.
                Leaning forward, I put the head of the thing against my
lips. I tasted the bitterness of what had been left of his piss but aside
from that, I tasted the smoothness of his cockhead, sheltered by his
foreskin.  Knowing I was hungry for something, I let the rest of his head
slide into my mouth as I gripped the back of his hairy legs.
                "No," Dan said, his voice barely a whisper. "No...no,
little man...no...no..."
                More of his thickening cock slid into my willing mouth as
his mini-chant of "no" faded into one solid exclamation of
"oh". Inexperienced cocksucker that I was, I gagged as I tried to force
more of him into my mouth and eventually had to pull my mouth from him all
together! When I did, Dan's hand lifted his now-throbbing cock and his fist
closed around it. Outside, rain began beating on the door of the small
bathroom and thunder rolled in on top of it. The light in the small room
flickered and I looked to Dan's rugged face and back down to his cock.
                "You have to take it easy," Dan said softly, his other hand
going to the back of my head and pulling me gently toward his hairy
crotch. "Open your mouth, little man."
                I did what he said and soon, the head of his prick was
sliding over my tongue.  Instructing me to "relax and let me feed you", I
did what he said, breathing through my nose as he filled my mouth. It was
an exciting jolt to my own crotch as I felt the thick ropes of veins along
his underside on my tongue. The more cock he fed me, the more they pulsed
with what seemed like a life of their own. "Now close your lips around it
and suck like it's a lollipop", Dan instructed and I sucked hard on his
shaft as I felt him pulling it out of my mouth. I actually whimpered,
thinking he was going to stop and reached out to grab his hairy legs
again. To my relief, he eased himself back into my mouth and soon, with the
help of his hand on my head, he'd set up a gentle face-fucking rhythm and I
was in heaven.
                "Oh, little man," Dan moaned quietly as he fed his cock to
me. Looking up along the plain of his torso, I saw the dark curls of hair
moving like grass in the wind as he took in deep breaths. "Oh damn but
that's good. Suck harder, little man, suck harder..."
                I tried my best to do what he said, caving in my cheeks
with the suction I was creating. Each time his smooth head slid along my
tongue, my own cock spasmed in my jeans. My hands gripped Dan's legs
hard. The jingle of his belt buckle as his hips fed me his dick mixed with
the beating rain and the flickering of the lights in an odd recipe for
burning this memory into my head. Dark sweat, the smell of stale piss that
almost all men's rooms have, the faint smell of laundry softener on Dan's
jeans, and the all too manly smell of his crotch burned themselves into my
memory as I sucked cock for the first time in my young life.
                "Shit!" Dan said quietly and my eyes flew to his, thinking
I'd done something wrong. His own eyes were closed and his head rested
against the wall. The thickness of his palm on the back of my head told me
I hadn't done anything wrong enough for him to stop rocking his hips toward
me. "Shit, little man...Dan's going to cum!"
                "Come where," I thought as I sucked even harder.
                Long, lengthy strokes into my willing mouth made Dan's meat
pulse madly along my tongue. Soon, he was pushing himself all the way into
my mouth so that with each breath, I smelled the heady aroma of "Man" in
his pubic hair.  Dan's hand balled, catching my hair and holding me
still. His other hand slid along my face and cupped my chin, lifting my
mouth a bit. His hips increased in rhythm slightly as his eyes opened
lazily and looked at me.
                "Want it, little man?" He asked, his voice broken and
ragged. "Want Dan to feed you his load?"
                I didn't know what he was talking about but anything Dan
wanted to give me, I wanted to take. I nodded as much as I could in his
grasp and Dan's handsome face contorted with his smile. His hips jerked
forward faster now, his dick throbbing, the veins enlarging and pulsing
even more than before. Dan's face twisted with what I later knew was
pleasure and his mouth came open slightly. Beads of sweat rolled along his
forehead and down the bridge of his nose as he began to chant, "Oh...yeah,
little man, oh yeah!" I sucked even harder as his grip on my chin and hair
tightened.
                "FUCK!" Dan hissed through clenched teeth as his hips fell
forward one final time! "FUCK, little man -- FUCK! Take it all, little
man; fucking take that hot load in that hot mouth!"
                Before I could wonder what he was talking about, my mouth
was flooded with warm liquid with a strong salty taste and thick
texture. Dan had pulled almost all the way out of my mouth, the head firmly
held by my lips.  Whatever this was, it was filling my mouth! Dan fell
forward and used my shoulders to prop himself on as his hips jerked like he
was having a seizure. All the while, he kept panting, "fuck, little
man...oh fuck!"
                The stuff in my mouth was like nothing I'd ever tasted
before. It was strong and salty but good. As Dan pulled the head of his
dick out of my mouth, I swallowed his stuff slowly, like someone swallows
their last meal. As far as I was concerned, it was the best stuff in the
world and as my mouth emptied, I wanted more.
                Dan hoisted me to my feet as another crash of thunder
sounded outside and the rain started to really pound the door. He moved
forward and pinned me to the door, his big frame pressing against me. We
were locked eye to eye then and he had six words for me and what I'd just
done.
                "Not a word to your parents."