This is a jerk off fantasy. If
you’re looking for character development and plot intricacies, this is
not the story for you. At least not yet. Of course, the
story could grow. Who can tell how it will grow? Like
Aaron’s penis, it may develop a mind of its own!
Twenty-four-seven
“I don’t know, Aaron. You’d be with me 24/7 until we got
back. You’d have zero privacy. Everything you do, you’d do
with me. And vice versa. Everything. Sleeping,
shitting, showering, jerking off, everything. It would be a huge
change for you.”
“I don’t care; I want to come with you. It’s not like I have any
privacy at home, with all the little kids everywhere, and I don’t need
any with you anyway. I can’t even jerk off in the bathroom
because the little kids always come in.”
I knew he was right, actually. At home down the street he shared
a bedroom with several younger siblings, and at my house he had no
modesty whatsoever, and routinely wandered around the house naked or
nearly so. And more and more frequently hard. He had not
yet jerked off in front of me, though. Little did I know that
that last point was about to change.
Aaron was a totally typical adolescent male: a bundle of hormones
wrapped in a slender body, topped with light blonde curls. I
doubt that he weighed ninety pounds soaking wet, but he was fairly tall
for a 13 year old. Long and slender definitely described
him. Lean. Well, OK. Skinny. Shoulders
just starting to broaden, narrow waist, muscles not developed much yet,
no body hair. You get the idea; he was simply
beautiful.
He was at that developmental cusp, that pause, just before the headlong
plunge toward maturity, when most of him was still soft, perfect
boy. No coarse leg hair yet, no mustache starting, no zits, just
the hint of pubic hair appearing. His growth spurt had started in
his penis and testicles, though, and the testosterone level was clearly
through the roof. I loved the way he was right now, and I
intended to relish every moment. I would continue to love him as
he developed, of course, but where he was now, this was absolute
perfection. I suppose that influenced me somewhat as I pondered
the possibility of a cross country truck trip together.
My parents were both long haul truckers, with their own tractor.
While I was growing up, only my dad drove, and did mostly local runs,
so he wasn’t gone all that much. But once I left for college, Mom
got her CDL too, and they bought their own tractor. They had
spent the last few years criss-crossing the country. I’d hardly
seen them since I left for college, but we talked a lot via
email. They loved the trucking life--they said it was like always
being on vacation. They carried a motorbike on the truck, and
used it for local excursions. They were making good money and
having fun, and enjoying life. They were just about to take
delivery on a brand new Freightliner fitted with a “King of Leisure”
sleeper cab, when some idiot yakking on his cell phone ran a red light
right into them on their bike. They died instantly and the driver
is in jail awaiting trial for vehicular homicide.
So the funerals were over, the visiting family had left, and I was
alone again. Really alone. I missed the company of my
parents, even though we’d not been together for most of the past few
years. That was partly why I appreciated the presence of
Aaron. He had liked to hang out with me since they moved in
several years before, while I was still in high school. I like
kids (well, boys, to be precise), and Aaron was one of those cute,
cuddly kids. He tended to keep to himself, as did I.
He and I formed a bond, like brothers. I had no siblings of my
own, and I loved having a “little brother.” I used to take him
all around with me, before I went away for college, and we always had a
great time. He loved to touch and be touched. If I didn’t
keep my arm around his shoulders, he’d put it there himself. If
we were standing somewhere, waiting in line or something, he’d snuggle
against me and wrap me around him. Now I had graduated, my
parents were gone, and I was home alone. His single mother was
working a lot these days, and Aaron was on his own most of the
time. So it was natural that he spent a lot of time at my
house. And on my lap.
The new truck my parents had bought was paid off by the insurance, and
it was just waiting for me to do something with it. It had a 10’
by 8’ “living room,” so to speak. In other words it was like a
camper behind the cab. It had a bed/sofa and a
microwave/fridge, entertainment system. and most of the comforts
of home. No bathroom, though, and no shower. My dad
had said that they enjoyed the “truck stop ambiance,” as he called
it. He claimed it was sort of like going to the club on the
road. There’s no accounting for taste, I guess. They had
taught me to drive and I had my CDL, “just in case” as my mom said, and
I could easily bring it home, and then decide what to do with it.
Only one little problem: it was in upstate New York, and I was in
north central Arizona. I was planning to fly East and then drive
it back. And now Aaron wanted to come with me.
I knew enough about public showers at truck stops and such places to
know that a cute 13-year-old boy would be an easy target if he were
alone. We’d be sleeping in the truck, and using public
bathrooms. I knew I’d keep Aaron literally at my side in the
public bathrooms, and the truck sleeper cab is a very limited space, so
that was the basis for my “24/7, no privacy” comment.
It didn’t seem to bother him, and as I said, he thought nothing of
being naked with me. It’s often hot in Arizona, and I did not
like to run the swamp cooler all the time. When he came into my
house, his first act was usually to shed clothes. At the moment,
he was wearing only a pair of red Jockey Y-front bikini briefs, the
same style I preferred. (In fact, I was clad the same way myself,
at the moment.) He also had a hard on and his pubescent cock was
pushing against the elastic waistband. He came over and put his
arm around my shoulders. “Pleeeeease, Ash? Can I come with
you? Pretty please?” He pressed up against me and started
pushing his hard cock against me. I don’t think he was actually
trying to jerk off, I think he was just doing something that felt
good. I put an arm around his waist and he took that as an
invitation to climb onto my lap. After his instinctive
cock-rubbing and then making himself comfy on my lap, I was hard too,
my own erection poking against my briefs.
“All right, how’s this sound,” I said. “We do a trial run, I
mean, being 100% together for a full 24 hours, here at
home. It’ll be like being handcuffed to each other, except we
won’t use actual cuffs. But we’ll do everything together for a
full day, just like we would do on the trip. If it seems to work,
then we’ll do the trip.”
“Cool!” he yelled. “I’ll call Mom and leave a message that I’m
staying over here for the night. We can start right now!”
He made the call with my phone and then returned to his spot on my
lap. He was still hard, and after he got settled again, he
started idly stroking his hardon through his briefs, and I noticed a
wet spot starting to darken the fabric of his briefs. “Are you
jerking off yet?” I asked him.
“Uh uh,” he answered. “Like I said, there’s always little kids
around. I’ve had some wet dreams though, but they’re always when
I’m asleep. My friend said he wakes up during them sometimes, but
I don’t. I just wake up in the morning with wet underwear.”
“So, you’ve never had an ejaculation while you’re awake?”
“What’s that?”
“It’s when the semen comes out that makes your underwear wet.”
“Oh. No, I haven’t. I wish I could, though. My
dick’s hard almost all the time. Drives me crazy.”
“Well, maybe this is a good time to see what it’s like,” I said.
“Like I said before, we’ll be doing everything together if we do the
trip.” I replaced his hand with mine and started seriously
jacking him off.
“Cool!” he said again. “Keep doing that, it feels good.”
So I did, both of us watching the wet spot grow.
“Why’s it getting wet? I know I’m not peeing.”
“That’s what we usually call pre-cum. It’s a fluid your penis
produces to help lubricate itself to make sex easier.”
“You mean when you have to stick it in a girl?”
“Yup, that’s the idea.”
“I think sex with girls sounds gross. I don’t want to stick my
penis in a girl.” As we began to talk about sex with girls, his
erection began to deflate a bit.
“Well, where else would you want to stick it?”
“I dunno. But I think boys are way hotter than girls are.
Could I stick it in a boy?”
“Well, yeah, you could...”
“Ash, do you know what a blow job is?”
“Yeah, I do...”
“Some of the kids at school talk about getting blowjobs and I don’t
know what they mean. But I’m embarrassed to ask anyone. I
know it has to do with sex, though. It does, doesn’t it?”
By now his erection had returned to full attention.
“Yes, blowjobs definitely have to do with sex.”
“Is it when someone blows on your dick?”
“Not exactly, Aaron. It’s sort of the opposite of blowing.
Blow is just an expression. Actually, a blow job is when someone
sucks on your dick.”
“You mean, like someone sucks on your dick with his mouth?”
“Yup, that’s the idea.”
“Cool! I want to do that. Can I suck on yours?”
“Uh, maybe later, OK? Let’s stick with jerking you off for the
first time, right now.” I had been stroking his erection while we
had been talking, and now I redoubled my efforts, pressing harder
against his shaft and applying pressure with more fingers.
“Let’s take a look at what’s happening, shall we?” I said, and pulled
the waistband of his briefs down and under his balls. The hard
penis of the young teen stood proudly at about a fifteen degree angle
from his still smooth belly, the tip glistening with precum, the
foreskin already retracted. For such a young boy, he was already
pumping a lot of precum. I rubbed it all around the shiny head,
and then started a full fist jacking. Aaron responded with
instinctual pelvic thrusts, pushing up against my hand as I jacked
him. I was using my whole hand to massage his shaft and
head. He was breathing really hard and almost sliding off my lap,
when with a great grunt, he came, his dick turning into a cum fountain
sending streams of watery cum straight up into the air a foot or more
before they fell back down onto his crotch and my hand. After the
first few streams he continued to pump cum out that flowed down over my
fingers, rather than spurting into the air. Finally after a
couple after shocks, he was done. Spatters of cum adorned his
soft pubic fuzz, his smooth abdomen, and my hand. I raised that
hand to his mouth and let him smell it. “Taste it,” I told
him. “I think you’ll like it.” So he took a tentative lick,
and decided he did indeed like it, and then sucked my fingers
clean. Then he rested against my chest for awhile.
“Ash,” he said.
“What?”
“Is that what happened when I had the wet dreams?”
“Yup, that’s what you were missing.”
“Will I have a lot more dreams now?”
“Actually, you’re likely to have less. Wet dreams are your
body’s way of getting rid of excess semen. But if you’re
masturbating a lot, you won’t have any excess, so you won’t have so
many wet dreams. I imagine that you expect to be masturbating a
lot from now on?”
He looked up at me. “You bet! That was the coolest thing
ever!”
He lay his head back against my chest and I gently stroked his blonde
head. Cum was liquifying on his abdomen and his pale, silky
pubes. He was so blonde you could hardly see them at his crotch,
and nothing more than fuzz was growing anywhere else on his body.
“Ash, tell me more about blowjobs.”
“Well, you use your mouth to make a guy’s penis feel good and
eventually ejaculate.”
“What’s jack you late mean?”
“E-jac-u-late. Say that.”
”Jack you late.”
“No, four syllables. E-jac-u-late.”
“E-jac-u-late.”
“Right. It means to issue forth suddenly, and you can use it to
refer to a spoken expression as well as a penis. With a penis, it
means to squirt your semen out, like you just did .”
“Oh. So you ejaculate into his mouth?”
“Yes. Or hers. Girls can give blowjobs too.”
“Eeewww, that’s gross. Who’d want a girl sucking on their
penis? Ash, what does 69 mean in sex?”
“69 is when both partners are giving oral sex to each other at the same
time. They lie against each other like the numbers 6 and 9.”
“You mean they’re both giving each other a blow job?”
“Yes, if they’re both guys. It’s not called a blow job when you
do oral sex with a girl.”
“Oral sex with a girl?!? You mean you put your mouth on her... on
her, you know?”
“Yup, that’s the idea. The proper term is labia, but when it’s
just guys you can call it pussy or cunt. Don’t use those words in
mixed company, though.”
“Ash! That’s disgusting. Don’t tell me any more about sex with
girls, OK? That’s too gross. Tell me about blowjobs some
more. Like, how do you do it?”
“Well, you need to keep your teeth from scraping the penis, because
that can really hurt. You use your tongue to lick the head and
the shaft, and you might go down and work on the balls by licking and
sucking them for awhile, but basically you end up licking with your
tongue and sucking with your lips on the head of the penis, like it was
a popsicle. The boy you’re sucking might push in and out of your
mouth, and you can move your head up and down, that feels real good.”
“I’ve heard boys talk about deep throating when they’re telling about
getting blow jobs. What’s that?”
“That’s when the one sucking takes the entire length of the penis into
his mouth and let’s it go down his throat.”
“Doesn’t that make you gag?”
“Yup. You have to be pretty experienced sucking cock before you
can do that.”
As we had been talking about blowjobs, I had been rubbing his cum
around his belly, and his penis had started to erect again. I
shifted my hand to that organ and in seconds it was fully hard.
The kid was amazing: he had cum barely five minutes ago and he
was ready to go again. I’m barely out of my teens myself, and I
can’t get it back up that fast! It takes me a half hour or so,
usually.
“Ash? Can we try a blow job next?”
“Well, given what we’ve been doing the last ten minutes, I don’t see
any reason why not. Do you want to give one or get one?”
“What’s the difference?”
“Well, when you give a blowjob, you are the sucker, so to speak, and
when you get one, you are the suckee. Understand?”
“Yeah, I think so. I want to give one. I want to suck on
your penis. Where should I be?”
“In this chair, the best will be for you to kneel on the floor in front
of me, between my legs. And while you move, let’s both get rid of
our underwear. It’ll just be in the way.”
He got up and I stood, and we both slipped our underwear off. My
hardon was tight against my belly as usual, and his was once again at
that fifteen degree angle. Then I sat down again and he knelt as
I had instructed. He wasted no time in getting my cock into his
mouth, pulling it away from my abdomen so that he could get his mouth
on it. And let me tell you, the boy was a natural. If I had
not known better, I would have thought he already had experience.
It was like he had two tongues, he was all over me and hitting so many
places. I’d been ready to cum for the last fifteen minutes, and
as I said, I am only recently out of my teens, so I didn’t last
long. His tongue flicked her and there and he was sucking hard on
my head, and then I grabbed his head and started fucking his face,
hard. I had not intended to do that, thinking I’d go easy on him
his first time, but he was so good that I let the little head take over
and gave in to the primal urge to fuck. So I was pushing hard
into his mouth and he was riding me like a pro, looking up at me as he
sucked, and then I came. It was a huge orgasm and I sent a lot of
cum into the boy’s mouth. A lot. A squirt or two on his
face, too. More than he could process, so as I spewed into his
mouth, it mostly leaked out, which was obvious when I pulled him off me
and back onto my lap. Fresh cum was all over his face. He
was gorgeous. And he was hard.
************
He came six more times before we went to bed. Apparently, I had
awakened a massive teen age sex drive that was overdue for
relief. I gave him a very fast blowjob right after he sucked me
(he was not yet learning to hold back, that’s for sure!) He came
when I jacked him off waiting for a pizza to heat, and then again when
he spilled some olive oil from the salad on his lap and had to clean it
off his cock. He came while he sucked me off again in the
shower. He came while we watched a Harry Potter movie (we both
think Harry is hot), and he came when we tried a 69 in bed. I
only came twice more. I guess I’m getting old.
We had gone from “first jerk off” to “first blow job” to “first 69” in
about six hours. Incredible. It took me three years of
college and a series of very sporadic dates to get that far. I
taught him almost everything I knew in one evening.
After the foray into 69 territory, we were both so tired, we knew we
had to get some sleep, him cuddled against me. I woke up in the
morning with him spooned against me, my cock hard and between his
legs. That felt quite nice, so I left it there. After a
little while I felt him stir, and then he started stroking my
cock. That felt even nicer and I started pushing against him as
well as jacking his hard cock. Well rested now, we were both
quick and in a very short time we sent two loads of cum onto the
sheets. We got up, and I told him that we needed to get the
sheets into the washer because semen stained. We did that, and
went to the bathroom. By the time we were finished with morning
ablutions, Aaron had gotten hard again. I was hungry for
breakfast, though, so I let him stay that way while I got some food
together.
You may be thinking that Aaron and I embarked a saga of non-stop
sex. That would be interesting, no doubt, but not true.
After his initial surge of sexuality, when he achieved seven orgasms in
about as many hours, Aaron settled down into a more normal pace of two
or three (well, OK, maybe four or five) orgasms over the course of a
whole day. He spent nearly all of his time at my house now, with
his mother’s blessing. And we began planning our trip from New
York to Arizona in the truck.
The truck, as I said earlier, was outfitted for on the road comfort,
with the small exception of bathroom facilities. The sofa during
the day could be used for relaxing, eating, and such, and opened into a
queen size bed. Aaron would be able to watch TV or DVDs while we
were on the road, if he got bored sitting up in the cab with me.
We could do basic cooking, although the stove was a two burner model
with an oven maybe large enough to hold a whole chicken. It was
also equipped with a portable gas barbecue grill, hooked into the
truck’s on board LP gas tank. We would not be turning out gourmet
meals, but we’d not starve in our mobile nest. Aaron pointed out
that we could pre-cook some things like chicken in the microwave, and
finish them on the grill outside.
Aaron was fascinated with the idea of the truck. He went online
and downloaded every brochure and data sheet he could find, and
peppered me with questions about how everything worked. By the
time we were ready to go, he probably knew more about the machine than
I did! And, he wanted to learn how to drive it.
Of course, he was much too young. He was two and a half years
away from his regular drivers license, and more from his CDL.
But, it made sense for him to know the basics, “just in case,” as my
mom used to say. We would have a lot of days on the road, and if
anything happened to me, it would be good for him to know how to at
least move the truck, if not actually drive it.
My college major had been in business, with an emphasis on
entrepreneurship. I’d graduated in three years, thanks to Summer
school and overloads. I had vague ideas of opening my own
business some day, although I did not know what I wanted to do
yet. I had considered the trucking possibility. The idea of
driving across country seemed like a way to get a taste of the over the
road life. And doing it with Aaron would definitely be fun.
A lot of fun, now that we had turned our friendship from “brotherly” to
“loverly.”