Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2001 10:58:29 -0500 From: David Smith Subject: Truck Disclaimer: This is a fantasy that describes sex between an adult and consenting minors. It's not real and does not represent the author's behaviors or anybody else's. If this subject offends you, then please do not read it. Any responses can be directed to twofoldman@hotmail.com. 1 The cab of the truck is high and hot, despite the fact that the windows are rolled down. It's been so fucking hot that I'm dressed in a pair of shorts, even though I never usually drive in shorts. But you have to make exceptions in cases like this. Alone on the road with nothing but your thoughts, the hypnotic effect of the highway can reduce a man to his most primal urges. The urge to piss, the urge to eat, the urge to come. It is this last thing that is weighing heavily on my mind, the same way my cock hangs full and heavy in the thin fabric of the shorts. I have no underwear on. Sometimes the route takes you through smaller towns, places that used to be a main route before the more recent expressways were constructed. In the summertime like this, you see lots of kids outdoors, walking along the road, playing in nearby yards, waiting to cross the street. The appeal of a large truck is most evident in their reactions, grinning and waving at the driver. Some of the kids, mostly the boys, like to pump their fists up and down in the air, signaling you to blow your air horn. It never fails to get a rise out of them when you do. They gaze up with that beautiful look of dazed excitement. It's one of the few times in this job where you feel you're doing something important. 2 It started a few years ago, at a turnpike rest area. One of those large constructions that contains several fast food joints, vending machines selling junk food, a game room, and large restroom facilities. Everybody knows there are guys who hang out in these places, looking to take care of some driver's big throbber. I have to admit there were times when I had been driving for days, the pressure in my groin becoming unbearable, when I had allowed a man like this to suck me to a raging orgasm, either through a hole in the conjoining wall of a stall or with both of us crammed into one stall. I wasn't really sexually attracted to the men, although I was eager as hell for the treatment they would give my aching cock. I never thought twice about it until the incident that changed my outlook. I had stopped at the rest area to grab something quick to eat. I was in a hurry and late on my run, but there was enough time to hit the golden arches and take a leak. I parked the rig and trotted off to the john double time. I heard the babbling of boys as I entered the men's room, and when I passed the sinks and rounded the bend into the L-shaped row of urinals and stalls, I saw them. There was a man with several young boys that looked like they were coming from a little league game. They were all standing at the urinals and as I walked in, all of them were finishing up except for one small brown-haired boy of about eight or nine. The only available john was next to his, so I stepped up and unreeled my moist prick. The urinals all flushed except his, the man corralling the boys out of the room without even washing their hands. Behind me the man spoke to him. "Hurry up Timmy. We gotta get moving. We're right outside when you're done." And then the door closed and the room was silent. Just me and him. My aching bladder was so full it was taking forever to release, and there was something else. The kid was staring at my dick. I saw him out of the corner of my eye. I wouldn't look directly at him but I could clearly make out his gaze, traveling intermittently from my face to my dangling hose. He wasn't even pissing anymore, just standing there pulling absently on his tiny dick. My mind reeled as my own dick started to inflate. I didn't really want it to. I willed it to stop, but it continued to twitch and fill until it was sticking straight out, large and heavy and almost touching the cold white porcelain of the urinal. I was shaking as I turned and looked with exasperation at the boy. His eyes were wide and staring at my member. He looked up and our eyes met, then he returned his gaze to my erection. I swallowed hard and looked at the ceiling in shame and I then I felt it, his small hand caressing the heavy shaft of my rod. My breath hissed out from between my clenched teeth as he encircled as much of the girth as he could and stroked it up and down a few times before he stepped closer to me and settled into a steady jerking rhythm. It happened so quickly, his delicate grip moving rapidly over my hard on; I was tense, my ass clenching tight and my balls squeezing hard. I drew my breath in sharply and he instinctively speeded up his strokes as my juice squirted heavily into the urinal, splashing into the water collected in the bottom. I gasped deeply and my body shook as he finished me off. It had all taken only a few minutes. I was a million different things; dazed, contented, horrified, nauseous. I thought about the man standing just outside the door. Would he walk in and know what happened? The boy released my softening prick and left it hanging there, but he did something that would be forever burned into my memory. There was a long strand of semen hanging lazily off the end of my dick, and the kid grinned mischievously and took it onto his fingers, licking it off lasciviously while looking at me. I heard the man outside again and panic washed over me. I lurched away from the boy and moved further into the room to duck into a stall, but before I did I saw the kid's amused look on his reflected face as he washed his hands at the sinks. Standing in the stall, I heard the men's room door open and the man say "Come on, Tim, hurry up!" The cutting off of the faucet, the crumpling of paper towels, the slap of small tennis shoes on the tiles, and he was gone. I was alone in the room, standing stunned in a stall with my long dick still hanging out of my pants. I was confused. I barely managed the presence of mind to piss, finally relieving my burdened bladder, feeling the tiny remnants of my abundant load splattered along the skin of my dick as I handled it. I left the rest area without even eating. It was all I could do to keep from vomiting as it was. I sat in the truck for about twenty minutes before starting it and pulling back onto the turnpike. The scene replayed in my mind over and over again. Several hours later, when the sun went down and the highway was dark, I could take it no longer and I pulled over along the side of the road and masturbated furiously, groaning so deeply in my orgasm that it sounded like damnation. The image of the boy licking my semen from his fingers drove me to insanity. He had wanted it. He had known he wanted to taste it. I was forever changed. 3 And now, back to the sunny summer street. It's dusty in this part of the country at this time of the year, and the urge was on me again. I first saw the boy on the side of the road just up ahead as I sat waiting for a light to change, the rig rumbling underneath me and vibrating my low-hanging sac as it rested on the vinyl seat, pressing hotly against the fabric of my shorts. My cock had been shifting from semi-erect to raging hard for about two hours, and the patience that a trucker must learn to develop was wearing thin in my mind. He was blond haired, small in frame, perhaps nine years old, and he turned obviously at the sound of my rig, watching intently. Despite the distance between us it was obvious that we were looking at one another and I waved. He returned my salute so I blew the air horn, which made him grin even wider. But the way his eyes studied me through the window of the cab really got me going. I almost scraped the line of cars parked along the side of the road because I was looking at him instead of where I was going. Regaining my composure, I crawled along the dusty road and watched the boy fade to a small dot in my rear views, and I found myself on the outskirts of the small town. I eased off the side of the road at the beginning of a long stretch that continued beside a roughly-hewn hillside. There was little traffic at this time of the morning, rush hour long since past, and I told myself I was only pulling off for a moment, possibly to take care of my needs myself in the privacy of my cab. I pulled my fat poker out the side of my shorts and let my balls hang free, reveling in the breeze that bathed them as it blew through the cab. My right hand was clenched around my cock as the other absently adjusted my side mirror, watching the boy's form intently as he kept alongside the road. Would he stop? Would there be a reason for him to be walking along this stretch? My heart was racing as he got closer and closer, my fist clenching around my straining prick. I tried to look nonchalant as he came up on me on the other side of the road, gazing over at me and slowing his gait to a sluggish saunter. I waved again and he waved back. Suddenly he stopped and just stared, shyly. I motioned him over. He grinned and crossed the street. I spotted the look in his eye even from a distance. My experience had taught me well. My prick lurched in anticipation. 4 The sleeper compartment was dim-I had the curtain pulled so nobody could see up back here through the window of the cab-but it still allowed for enough light for us to take in each other's bodies. Our t-shirts discarded first, he explored my body with wonder and eagerness, running his fingers through the thick hair of my chest, over my round, firm belly, and under the waistband of my shorts into the darkness of my crotch, where my cock raged up like a huge club, tenting the fabric in a ridiculous bulge. I leaned backwards and pulled the waistband down, letting my meat bounce out in front of him. There was reverence in his eyes as he clutched it, feeling its hardness, its thickness, its heat. I never get tired of seeing a boy's wide eyes as he takes in the immensity of the cock that he has been given access to, and I am always amazed that boys can be so hungry for dick. But I had learned the truth about that long ago. I now understood the need that some boys have for a man, and in turn I had grown to be aroused by them. With the same awakening that I had felt when I discovered women in my youth, I had discovered the physical pleasure and joy that a boy can offer a man. Once I understood the abandon with which a boy will give himself to physical pleasure, I understood my own role. For boys who needed a man, I was a man to satisfy their unformed, primal urges. My cock existed to satisfy their demands for exploration, to spurt semen over their sweet faces, to let them taste the flavor of a man's discharge deep in the backs of their throats, to plow their tight little asses into one orgasm after another, to leave them gasping and full of my thick sperm. I had made love to boys in many different situations, all of them willing, all of them fascinated by the size of my penis, the heft of my balls, the hair that covered my body, the miracle of my ejaculation. Some of them were obviously experienced, while others offered me the immeasurable gift of their innocence. In return I had given them pleasure, taught them untold and unspoken lessons about a man's desires, desires they themselves would one day assume, and left many of them holding the essence of my being deep within their bodies. It was a delicate thing to be able to differentiate between a boy's desire for sexuality and the inherent hero-worship that many boys have for older men, and from my very first encounter I had learned to let the boy take the initiative. I had identified the attempted seductions of boys who were close to me, allowing them to follow through with their desires to explore my body with theirs. Several boys had given themselves to me spontaneously in public restrooms, eagerly gulping my ejaculate before returning to their waiting families. I regularly filled the ass of my paperboy with come, sometimes in hurried encounters, other times in afternoons of slow, passionate lovemaking where I showed him the tender side of a man's sexuality. But many of the boys had come to me just as this one had, wanting to be with me in the cab of this big rig, wanting to learn the mysteries of manhood in this special place. Although I was highly aroused, I had learned to control myself considerably since that first hair-trigger encounter in the men's room years ago, and I was in no danger of ejaculating just yet, even as his mouth descended on the head of my distended organ, pushing down until half of its heavy shaft was embedded in his mouth and throat. It was clear to me that he had done this before, and I was turned on by the fact that the raunchy smell of my dick seemed to only make the kid more eager. I wondered where he had learned to suck a man's dick this way and pictured him kneeling in front of his father, an uncle, random men in department store lavatories. The boy's lust had definitely been awakened long before he entered the cab of my truck. I allowed him to suck me for only a few moments before whirling him around. He made no protest as I pulled his shorts and underwear down with one yank, exposing his sweet, smooth ass. He groaned as I touched his tiny pucker. Years ago I would have wondered if what I had in mind was possible. At this point in my life I not only knew it was, but I knew the effect it would have on this boy, and I reveled in the pleasure that I could give him. I spread a generous amount of lubricant into his ass crack and slipped my finger inside his tight little hole. He was so eager, so open, that he barely protested, and I shoved my own shorts down below my knees, pulling his completely off and leaving him naked except for his sneakers. He raised his ass up in the air eagerly, anticipating what was about to happen, and I slipped one of the pillows that we lay upon underneath of him to hold his butt up. Nudging my cock up against his hole, I thrust inside of him, gentle but unstoppable in my entry, and he groaned in ecstasy as the feelings overwhelmed his body, pulling away from my invading member. Withdrawing momentarily to allow him to relax more, I waited until he raised his ass up to meet my burgeoning cock, and I entered him once again, this time pushing deeply inside of him until my balls rested on his ass. "Ohh, yeah, it feels so good mister!" he gasped, and I began to pump. I drove my massive boyfucker into him over and over, enraptured by the vision of my large manhood pushing his buttocks apart to enter his eager hole. His first orgasm happened moments later, before I realized it, and he arched his back in ecstasy, clutching at the sheets as he groaned his bliss aloud and pushed firmly back into my groin. I suppose I paused to catch my breath and he quickly moaned, "Don't stop!" I resumed my thrusting and he moaned again. Was it another orgasm? It was impossible to tell, his body was incapable of ejaculating at this point in his life. He quieted down and thrust his ass higher, his face registering pure contentment. His head was turned to one side, resting on the pillow, and he put one of his thumbs in his mouth absently as I screwed him enthusiastically. I fucked him in several different positions, the motion of my cock thrilling him over and over. He climaxed repeatedly as we made love, urging me on and on with words that pulled me closer to my own orgasm. Yes; more; deeper; harder. I stopped counting his climaxes and focused on the feelings he was giving me, the head of my probing member finding deep places inside of him that may have been as yet untouched by a man. Although his actions told me I was not the first to enter his tight chamber, his wide eyes when he first saw my penis told me I was the largest to be inside him. I wanted this fuck to go on forever. It wasn't often that I came across a boy who was so willing and so easily fucked. Most boys had trouble with the size of my dick. Usually I had to go slow, or could only insert myself partially into their asses. But this boy was different. I wasn't so eager to give up my place in the saddle just yet, but his gasps and delirious pleading had begun to break my resolve, and I jostled him back onto his stomach, this time hovering over him as he lay squirming and writhing under the exquisite punishment I gave his butthole. I was stroking furiously now, my hairy groin slapping steadily into his rubbery asscheeks, and every plunge brought a satisfying moan from the boy. He drove me over the edge when he drew in a deep breath and let it out with a long, lustful cry of "Oooooh, DADDDYYYYY." I suddenly gave in to the squeezing of his unbelievably tight ass and finished us off, stretching my body out and leaning down into him for a series of deep, rapid, penetrating thrusts that caused him to cry out in surprise and pleasure. His asshole tightened down in his final ecstatic climax as I rammed into him and ejaculated forcefully, his bowels gurgling in the vigorous rush of squirting semen, the sound audible even over his cries of orgasm and my own deep sighs and groans of release. My cock recoiled inside of his body over and over, releasing torrents of my juice, and the excess overflowed from his ass and poured over my balls to seep into the pillows beneath us. The bedclothes were already encrusted with dried patches of my come that had oozed from the other boys who got their sweet little asses seeded in the back of my rig. I knew most of the stains were made by me because most of my conquests, although they orgasmed enthusiastically, could not ejaculate. I eased my thick stake out of him and his hole remained lewdly open, gasping and clutching and oozing more sperm. I was spent; I collapsed next to him and he explored my chest hair with his fingers as he lay on my arm. "Thank you, mister" he whispered. Regaining my breath, I answered him. "Thank you, little man." The heat of the cab cut our post-orgasmic cuddling short, and we slipped back into our clothes. We sat in the cab again and talked for a few minutes, the breeze blowing through the cab again and washing over my sweaty face. The sounds of traffic in the distance swirled together with the boy's voice. I absently squeezed my contented cock as I drifted to sleep. 5 I awoke with a start. I was alone in the cab. A glance at my watch said it was 11:30 am. How long had I slept here? As flashes of memory returned to me gradually, I looked in the mirrors to see that there was nobody in sight around the cab. Cars passed randomly a few yards away on the road, but that was all. I started the rig dreamily and pulled off, searching for the entrance to the highway. Once I was back on the road, I gripped the bulge in my shorts absently as I followed the white lines on the road to my destination.