Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2007 12:31:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Alone (4)

   Brett opened his eyes then blinked several times as he took a moment to
orient himself with his strange surrounds. Oh yea, he thought, the bus, and
the dark and still bus barn. Memories of the previous evening, and the man
who had repeatedly referred to himself as `Ol Bill came rushing back to the
boy, and with it, a sudden awareness of a tenderness in his little
butthole. He rolled over on his side on the wide bus seat, and slid his
hand onto the back of his little shorts, gingerly exploring around his tiny
pucker, as he vividly recalled the large penis the man had pushed inside
him there. No wonder it's a little sore, he thought, that Bill guy's dick
had been way bigger than his little hole. Deciding that other than some
slight tenderness everything seemed pretty much normal back there, Brett
removed his hand, and sat up on the seat. Peering at the far off little
window above the door to the bus barn, Brett realized that it was just
starting to get light outside, and he hurried to pull on his ragged tennis
shoes, remembering Bill's admonishment that he vacate the bus barn before
the day shift workers arrived.

   Standing, he looked down at his shabby clothing, and was once more
slightly horrified that his angry father had thrown him out of the house
dressed in only these very much too small shorts, and an equally too small,
and tattered tee shirt. He sighed, as he noted the wide swath of exposed
skin that was most of his soft little tummy, and the obvious definition of
his penis, and balls that the tightly clinging shorts offered above his
bare legs, and the vast majority of his creamy thighs. He might as well
have tossed me naked, Brett thought, then sighed again, as he gazed down at
the completely worn out tennis shoes on his feet. He sighed again, then,
fished into the pocket of his little shorts, and extracted the two twenty
dollar bills that `Ol Bill had pressed upon him. Thinking that he might try
to find a Kmart or something after it got later, and see about buying some
better shorts, at least, he pocketed his life's treasure once more, then,
made his way off the bus, and out of the bus barn to the street. He knew he
was filthy, and even smelled kind of rank, having spent the night on the
dank old bus, plus the lingering scents of the sex he had enjoyed with the
man last night still clung to him as well. Shrugging his small shoulders,
he accepted that there wasn't a lot he could do about cleaning up right
now, so he started walking in the direction that Bill had told him would
lead him to the big truck stop, and possibly a ride to the far off city
where he hoped that his Aunt might take him in.

   It had grown to full daylight by the time Brett had walked the several
blocks to the truck stop, and, as he sat down on a bus bench to rest his
tired legs, and sore feet, the sun was coming up over a distant ridge. He
sat for several minutes, eyeing the distant truck stop carefully, and he
noted the presence of a large number of big rig semi's parked in neat rows
in the mammoth parking lot, many with their rumbling engines idling, with
dark diesel smoke puffing from the shiny chrome smokestacks. There were
several men milling around the trucks, with some working under the opened
hoods, while others walked around the trucks, kicking tires, and checking
various tie downs, and still others merely stood around talking and
smoking. Brett was intimidated by the sheer size of the establishment,
first the huge and far reaching parking lot, and then the very large
building that sat at its edge, where a giant neon sign advertised fuel,
food, and showers. The showers part at first reminded the boy of how clammy
he felt, and he then puzzled as to why a restaurant would be equipped with
a shower facility, but then it occurred to him that those long haul
truckers all but lived in their big trucks, and he supposed that they
needed some place to shower up once in a while as they traveled. Again
fingering the two twenties in his pocket, Brett pondered the possibility of
maybe paying the cost to have a shower if it wasn't too much money, his
cautious nature reminding him it was all of the money he was likely to have
for his entire journey. Getting to his feet, he decided that he would check
out the price, and then decide what to do. He stepped off the curb, and
crossed the road, then covered the block or so to the truck stops coffee
shop building, and went inside.

   The place was huge, opening into a kind of general store, with many
shelves stocked with various supplies that provided for the truck drivers
needs, and the longest row of pay telephones that Brett had ever seen in
his young life. Along one side of the cavernous room was a wide sliding
glass door that had a sign above it identifying it as the television
lounge, and beyond that was the entrance to the coffee shop, where a tired
looking older lady stood her post at the reception desk and cash
register. A pair of doors on the opposite wall was labeled as "Men" and
"women," which Brett quickly surmised as the restrooms, and beyond the
doors was a wide area of washers, and dryers, and past that area was a sign
denoting "Men's Showers." Brett hesitated, the thought of a nice hot shower
really appealing to him, and, reaching a decision, he moved off in that
direction. As he passed through the laundry facility area, he felt the eyes
of the several men there on him, as they paused in their laundry chores to
gaze at the nearly naked, and extremely cute young teen, as he walked
past. Keeping his eyes straight to the front, Brett entered the shower
room, and turned to his right, then stopped.  This was another very large
room, lined on both sides by good sized stalls, a few with steam wafting
above them, and several well spaced benches. A row of wash basins stood to
his immediate left, and one man leaned over one of them to peer into the
mirror behind it as he scraped at his lathered face with a razor. Moving
tentatively into the room, Brett spotted a sign on the wall near the shower
stalls, and he walked over to read it, finding that the charge levied on
the stall usage was five dollars, soap and towel included. Deciding that
the expense was too steep for his meager budget, he turned away, and
sighed, disappointed at his vanishing hopes for a hot shower for his well
traveled body.


   As he walked back past the man shaving, he glanced over at him, and
their eyes locked in the mirror above the sink, and the man smiled at him,
then winked, and he turned around, and said hello. Brett automatically
returned the smile, and the greeting, and he stopped, as the man said,
still smiling in a friendly way,

   "Wow young man, that was some quick shower...you just passed here a
minute ago."

   Brett shook his head, as he replied, sighing loudly,

   "No...I didn't actually take any shower...it cost's, like, five whole
dollars to use one, and I don't have enough money."

   The man frowned slightly, nodding, then said,

   "Yea, tell me about it kid...I know...five freeking bucks is way too
steep for a shower and a towel, but, on the road, what are you gonna do,
right?"

   Brett took a minute to size the man up, thinking him to seem friendly
enough, and with a nice smile, and he guessed him to be about thirty-five,
maybe. He was shirtless, and Brett noted his solid build, not overly
muscular, but in obvious good shape, the type of shape that comes from a
steady diet of hard work. His chest was smooth, and there was a narrow
ribbon of dark hair cascading downward from his navel into the jeans he
wore. Brett caught the man's furtive glances at the bulges outlined in his
small shorts, and knowing that the man was checking him out that way caused
his penis to tingle pleasantly, and thicken inside the taut confines of his
small shorts. Finally remembering to answer the man's last comment, Brett
smiled again, and shrugged his shoulders, saying,

   `Yea, I guess so...well, what I'm going to do is just stay sorta stinky,
I guess, cause five dollars is a lot for me."

   The man turned more serious then, his smooth forehead wrinkling some, as
he again looked the slender boy over, head to toe, then back again, his
gaze lingering a bit on his small shorts, and exposed tummy skin. Meeting
Brett's eyes again, he asked,

   "Ok, so I'm guessing that you most likely don't have a rig in the
parking lot, right...?...so tell me, what is a boy your age doing all alone
in a place like this...?...are you in some kind of trouble, son?"

   Brett dropped his gaze to the tiled floor, and fought back a sudden urge
to cry, as the pointed question only served to focus his plight, and the
desperation of his situation. Sensing the sudden change in the boy's
demeanor, the man stepped closer to him, and gripped his slender shoulders,
as he asked again, softening his voice,

   "What is it son..?...maybe I can help you...is there some kind of
problem?"

   Brett looked up at the man, very much aware of his hands on his
shoulders, and he resisted the urge to just throw himself against the man,
and have him hold him, as the uncertainty of his future washed over
him. Blinking back emerging tears, he blurted, all in one, long breath,

   "I am all alone, and kind of scared, Mister...my dad threw me out, and I
need to get to my Aunts town a really long way away, and all I got is,
like, forty dollars, and I don't know what to do!"

   Slightly taken aback by the boy's sudden tirade, the man gripped his
shoulders tighter, and dropped to one knee, looking the rattled boy in the
eye, as he said, as reassuringly as he could,

   "Ok son...I understand, ok...now just calm down, and we'll talk about
it, and figure something out, ok...?...now, for starters, what is your
name...?...I'm Ben...Ben James."

   Brett sniffed a few times, fighting for control of his tumbling
emotions, and when he gathered himself, he managed,

   "Brett...my name is Brett, Mister...I mean, Ben...and gosh, thanks for
trying to help me, too!"

   Ben smiled warmly, and ruffled Brett's soft hair, as he nodded, and
said,

   Ok Brett...that's much better...and don't worry about any thanks,
either...everybody needs a little help at one time, or another...it's all
going to be fine now...hey, I bet you're probably hungry, too,
right...?...let me get squared away here, and we will go to the coffee shop
for some breakfast...my treat, too...okay, Brett...?...sound good?"

   Brett felt about a ton of weight lift from his narrow shoulders, as he
sniffed again, and then conjured up his very best smile, as he nodded at
the man, and mumbled his thanks once more. Ben stood, and pulled on his
shirt, then secured his shaving kit, and then once again put his hand on
Brett's shoulder, as he led him out of the shower room, and toward the
coffee shop.

   Over an amazingly good truck stop breakfast, with which Ben consumed
seemingly endless cups of steaming coffee, while Brett consumed what was
very likely the largest glass of OJ he had ever seen, they talked it all
out, with Brett providing all of the details of his row with his drunken
father that led to his discharge from the house, to his temporary rescue
with the bus driver, omitting of course, the sexual activity that had taken
place. Ben listened carefully, as he wondered how any parent worth his salt
could ever consider tossing a beauty like this stunning young boy to the
streets, stealing or not. Hell, a kid like this one falling into the wrong
hands could easily wind up dead in some vacant lot someplace, or, pulling
street tricks for some useless pimp until his youth ran out. People were so
fucked up anymore, Ben thought, that anything was possible. As the story
evolved, Ben inquired about the Aunt that the boy had mentioned, and her
whereabouts, learning that she apparently lived in the Salt Lake City area
of Utah. Ben's current run was taking as far west as Chicago, and, he
offered, Brett was certainly welcome to ride that far with him if he
wanted, and that once there, Ben would see what he could scare up regarding
other drivers headed further west. Brett flashed Ben a dazzling smile, as
he eagerly accepted the offered transport, and Ben couldn't help the
reaction of his penis to the overwhelming attractiveness, and the
come-hither allure that the boy seemed to just naturally exude. He had,
after all, been strongly attracted to pretty young boys such as this for a
very long time, although he had never yet acted on those impulses.

   After paying for the meal, the two walked back through the building,
and, having realized that Brett really in fact could use a shower, he
casually suggested to him that, unless he was extremely shy, there was
really no reason that they couldn't share one of the large shower stalls to
clean up, especially given the fact they were going to be sharing the very
close quarters of Ben's sleeper cab truck over the next several days, and
nights. Brett blushed prettily at the suggestion, then quickly agreed,
eager now for the shower, and, the opportunity to be naked with his new man
friend. Equally eager for the opportunity to see this delicious young boy
naked, Ben quickly crossed to the cashier's counter, and tendered the
required five dollars, plus a two dollar tip, in exchange for a shower
stall key, a still wrapped bar of soap, and two big fluffy towels.

   Re-entering the shower room, Ben was pleased to note its apparent
vacancy, and he unlocked the stall door, and they moved inside, closing the
Dutch-like door behind them. Ben took a seat on the small bench, and began
removing his work boots, as he seized the eye level opportunity to
carefully examine the tiny, and very tight shorts that Brett had on, and he
felt his penis thicken once more at the abject sexiness of the boy, and his
skimpy outfit. Brett quickly peeled his tattered tee over his head, and
kicked off his old tennis shoes, then, turned partly away from Ben, as he
skinned off the small shorts, and stepped out of them. Ben's eyes widened
as he stared at the perfectly shaped little bubble butt before him, the
snow white little mounds being made even more impressive by the contrasting
darkly tanned skin of the boy's back, and thighs, and he choked back a
groan, as Brett slowly turned back to face him, his sculpted little penis
dangling sweetly over his plump, and perfectly smooth little pouch. Brett
watched carefully for Ben's reaction, then smiled, as he saw his eyes glaze
over, and stare unabashedly at his soft boyhood, as the pink tip of his
tongue slid out to lick over his lower lip. Awesome, thought Brett, he
likes me, and now I have a way to thank him for being so cool to
me. Turning again, he stepped inside the wide stall, and turned on the
water taps, then adjusted the temperature, before stepping in under the
spray. He turned back to Ben, and smiled, as he spread his colt-like legs
wider, and said,

   "Uh oh...I forgot to bring the soap in."

  Ben stood transfixed, struggling to believe that he was actually about to
shower with this stunning young boy, and he forced himself to recover, as
he slid his briefs down his somewhat hairy legs, and kicked them away. He
scooped up the bar of soap from the bench, and winked at the grinning, and
very naked boy, and replied,

   "No problem, Babe...got it right here...!" and he stepped in along
Brett, his thick cock swinging over heavy balls with his body movements.

   Brett stared at the man's large cock, and at the low hanging pouch below
it, and his own cock instantly grew erect, jutting proudly from his
scantily haired groin, the circumcised head flaring wider than the somewhat
narrow shaft, and Ben smiled widely, as he winked, and asked,

   "Want me to wash your back?"

   Brett smiled and nodded, then spun around, and backed right up into the
man, sensing that large cock pressing into his firm little mounds. Ben
shuddered at the naked contact, his own cock quickly rising to the
occasion, as he slid his muscled arms around the thin boy, and began
soaping his satin smooth chest.

   Brett giggled sweetly, and said over his shoulder,

   "That's not my back..."

   Ben chuckled, his sudsy hands gliding lower over Brett's soft tummy, and
then lower still, his soapy hand running the length of Brett's rigid
erection, as he said softly,

   "No, it most certainly isn't your back...but...this will be a lot more
fun to wash, I'm thinking...unless you want me to stop...?"

   Relaxing further back against the strong man, Brett giggled again, and
said, somewhat breathlessly,

   "Don't you dare stop..."

   Sensing that the all important green light had just been given, Ben
relaxed, and began gently touching the silky smooth boy everywhere, letting
his hands and fingers explore each inch of the creamy soft skin. His
fingertips worked the small nipples, causing them to rise into tiny
eraser-like tips, and then he lifted each of the boy's arms, soaping the
hairless underarms, which caused Brett to giggle softly, then down each
slightly boney side where his ribs were actually visible. Then, his palm
worked across the soft tummy, and then the lightly haired groin, and
beyond, his slippery hands running down the boy's toned thighs, and back
up, as he ever so gently cupped Brett's bulging scrotum, his fingers moving
the tender balls around inside it, as Brett cooed with pleasure. Releasing
the boy's balls, he wrapped his soapy fist around the narrow girth of his
boyhood, and worked it back and forth steadily, as his own rigid cock
pressed into that perfect little ass. Using his free hand, Ben reached down
to grasp one perfectly formed cheek, and knead it, as his index finger slid
into the warm cleft, and sought out the tiny pucker. Brett groaned, his
hips bucking back and forth, and he separated his legs wider, giving Ben
easier access to his small, pink core. Still steadily stroking the soapy
hardness of his pulsing penis, Ben wormed his finger firmly against the
small opening of Brett's ass, then pushed, penetrating him, then slid his
finger up inside the buttery softness, and warmth of his ass. Brett sighed
heavily, as he pressed down with his inner muscles, and the snug tunnel
seemed to literally suck Ben's probing finger inside, where he pressed onto
the boy's prostate. Brett groaned again, and rocked up onto his tip toes,
as Ben probed his hot spot, and speeded up his soapy stroking on his
throbbing penis. Brett lost it then, the multiple stimulation becoming too
much, and, he groaned loudly once more, and erupted, his surprisingly dense
young semen jetting strongly from his spasming penis to splatter widely on
the floor of the shower. Sagging weakly against Ben, Brett shuddered, as
his orgasm waned, and he turned his head to the side, gasping for air, and
said,

   "Oh wow...Ben...oh.....gosh....!"

   Ben felt the rigid boyhood pulse repeatedly in his stroking fist, and he
quickly moved his head in a way that let him see the surprisingly ample
discharge of creamy young semen spurt repeatedly from the boy's penis, and
as soon as it was over, he sensed the boy's pretty body go limp, and he
leaned his meager weight back into him. He stroked the softening boyhood a
few more times, ensuring that Brett enjoyed the final sensations of his
orgasm, then eased his finger from the boy's tightly gripping rectum, and
wrapped his strong arms around Brett's slender body, holding him. He bent
his head, and kissed the back of the boy's neck, and said,

   "Nice Brett...very nice indeed...that was a very impressive load of cum
for your age...but then again, you have a very nice cock for one so young
as well, so I guess one thing goes with the other...anyway, you seemed to
enjoy that...a lot...!"

   Brett giggled, his wet head nodding against Ben's shoulder, and he
answered,

   "For sure...big time...you rubbing my....cock...felt really good, Ben."

   Ben chuckled, and slid his wide hand down over Brett's soft tummy, and
gently gave his now wilted penis a squeeze, as he said,

   "That's good, Brett...very good...because you enjoyed it, and, I very
much enjoyed touching you that way, and, hope that we can do that again,
along with some other things that I think you might enjoy as well, and, I
definitely know that I would enjoy doing with such a handsome, and sexy boy
like you...if you want to, I mean...it's your call completely.

   Brett gave that a moment to digest, again recalling the incredible
sensations that the bus diver had evoked in his young body, and he twisted
in the man's arms, then looked up into his eyes, as he smiled prettily, and
replied,

   "Oh yea, I'd really like that, Ben...for sure...but I was just wondering
if I....um....well, maybe feel your big...cock...too?"

   Ben felt his cock jump when hearing the soft-spoken word come from the
boy's mouth and he quickly replied,

   "You absolutely can, Brett, if you want to...go ahead sport...do
anything that you like...well, within reason that is...I mean, somebody
could walk in here any minute, you know...?...so we need to save the better
stuff for later, when it's just you and me in the truck."

   As he listened to Ben's acquiescence to his request to touch him, and to
the admonition for a degree of caution, Brett had been pointedly staring at
the thick erection that jutted from Ben's hairy groin, and he now slowly
extended his arm toward it, and carefully wrapped his fist around the thick
shaft. Ben groaned softly, and rocked backward slightly, his broad body
leaning against the wall of the shower stall, as Brett began a steady
stroking of the thick adult cock, while his other hand ventured between the
muscled thighs to cup the heavy balls that hung there.

   "Oh Baby...oh God...that is so good...the best...and, it just looks so
amazing...your young hands working my stuff....just unbelievable...I have
wanted something like this...like you...for so very long...!" groaned Ben,
his eyes intently fixed on his crotch, and the boyish hands manipulating
his equipment.

   Glancing up briefly, Brett said,

   "Oh cool then....awesome...cause I really like your big...cock,
Ben...and, if you like how it feels, then I feel all better about letting
you help me, and be so cool with me, sort of like a way for me to pay you
back, only not really, because I like doing it too...is it okay if I suck
you, too, Ben?"

   Ben swooned at the suggestion, his heart thudding in his chest, and his
mind racing at the boy's innocent-like request, and he managed a short
grunt, and nod of his head in his speechless response, and he groaned
again, as he watched the pretty boy slip down on his knees, as his
amazingly pink little tongue slid out, and swiped across the wide, smooth
head of his cock several times.

   Brett warmed to the task quickly, as he opened his lush mouth, and moved
his head forward, engulfing a large portion of Ben's heavy cock into his
mouth, and when he felt the head of it press against the back of his
throat, he stopped, and began moving his head back and forth steadily, his
saliva drooling from the corners of his stretched mouth, He slid his hand
along the inside of Ben's hairy thigh, then gently cradled the large balls
in his palm, as he savored the thickness gliding through his mouth, and the
soft and steady groans of pleasure emanating from Ben. In short order,
Ben's hips began a back and forth bucking, matching Brett's head movements,
and his thick fingers threaded into Brett's soft hair, as he mumbled,

   "Oh Baby-boy...so very, very good...you are incredible...such a soft and
warm mouth...God...you're going to get me there in a hurry, little
man...God...!"

   Tasting the man's steadily oozing precum, Brett increased his pace a
bit, eager to experience the impending eruption, and the forceful expulsion
of thick cream into his mouth, and Ben did not disappoint. In another very
few minutes, the man's fingers tightened their grip on his bobbing head,
and his hips drove strongly forward, as the thick cock spasmed, and spewed
forth it's nectar in rapid and strong jets of warm and creamy fluid. Brett
gagged slightly on the first strong ejaculation, the cream forcing it's way
into his throat, where he quickly swallowed it down to make room for the
next, and the next, and finally the next strong outpouring, and the boy
hurriedly swallowed again and again, small dribbles of tears leaking from
the corners of his eyes along with the overflowing semen that dribbled from
the corners of his lush mouth. Finally drained, and totally spent, Ben
slowly slithered down the wet tiles of the shower stall, and settled on the
floor with Brett, and he reached out to encircle the panting boy with his
arms, as he pulled him in close, and panted, quite breathlessly,

   "Oh god, little man....oh my God...that, and you, are simply
amazing...too much...my God, Son....just...my God!"

   Brett smiled, his pride at having done well washing over his slender
body, and he pulled his head back to look up at Ben, as he grinned
sheepishly, and asked,

   "Did you like that okay Ben...?...I did, for sure...wow, your stuff is
so much, and it really, really tastes good too...I hope I can do that some
more...it that okay?"

   Ben laughed, and hugged the slender naked boy, then, clamored to his
feet, his knees still somewhat wobbly, then, pulled Brett up with him, as
he once more guided them under the still running shower. He began slowly
running his soapy hands over the boy's satin-like skin, reveling in the
touching of his slim body, as he told him,

   "All of it is okay, sexy-one...all of it, and more...as long as we are
together, I want you to do anything and everything you want at any time,
and I am going to do the same with you, if that's okay...you are just about
the best thing that has ever happened to me, Brett, and, I fully intend to
enjoy every minute of your company."

   Brett smiled again, his young penis already reacting to Ben's gentle,
and slippery touches, as he shivered with pleasure, and replied,

   "Oh, cool!"

To Be Continued
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