Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2007 13:52:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Alone (5)

   Wide-eyed, Brett followed along as Ben guided them among the multiple
rows of parked big-rig tucks, angling toward his own which was parked
somewhere in the vast parking area of the busy truck stop. The boy had
never seen these mammoth vehicles this close up, and he was mesmerized by
the enormity of them. They came in a variety of colors, and configurations,
some of them gleaming like new, while others showed signs of a long term
life on the road, and perhaps some measure of owner neglect.

   A they walked along, Brett was aware of the attention, and soulful looks
that he was getting from the assortment of men who mingled among the
trucks, several of them making little effort to conceal the wanton lust in
their expressions as they openly eyed the lithe young boy, and his scanty
attire. Ben seemed equally aware of the men's hungry stares, and he
straightened his posture in response, and placed a possessive hand on
Brett's narrow shoulder, as if telegraphing that the pretty young boy was
with him, at least for now, and that they could all just continue to eat
their hearts out.

   Rounding the front end of a bright red semi, Ben indicated with a nod of
his head that the huge, and gleaming black Peterbuilt that they were
approaching was his, and, for some measure of the near future, Brett's
home. Brett stopped in his tracks, his wide eyes slowly scanning the
impressive height, and length of the tractor-trailer, and taking in the
highly polished paint that shone under the flood lights that ringed the
parking area.

   "Oh wow, Ben...that's huge...and it's really pretty, too!" Brett
chirped, obviously impressed.

   Ben chuckled, obvious pride of ownership showing in his face, as he
rubbed Brett's shoulder, and replied,

   "Thanks little man...I love this truck, and, since it's almost my home,
as well as my living, I try to take really good care of her...and wait
until you see the inside...that's really the best part of all."

   They moved alongside the cab, and Ben fumbled with his keys, unlocking
the driver-side door, and then swinging it wide, as he extended his meaty
hand to help Brett manage the steps leading up to the cab. As Brett climbed
up, Ben seized the opportunity to appreciate the perfection of the
perfectly shaped little butt that strained at the far-too-snug, and nearly
threadbare little shorts the boy was wearing, and he was unable to resist
running his wide palm over the tight little mounds, a move which quickly
elicited a cat-call whistle from one of the nearby, and definitely
watching, truckers. Ben cupped Brett's pretty little ass possessively, and
shot the guy a dirty look, then, climbed up behind the boy, as he told him,

   "Go on inside Brett...just crawl across the seat, then, scoot between
the seats into the sleeper."

   Brett paused, fully aware of Ben's big hand fondling his butt through
the thin cloth of his shorts, and he shivered slightly at the sharp zinging
feeling he felt in is balls from the man's touch. He glanced at the wide
dashboard, noting with awe the variety of gauges, and switches and knobs
that were arrayed there, and then his eyes fell on the massive steering
wheel, one far larger than he had ever seen before. Looking to his right,
he saw the dimly lighted area tucked in behind the two massive bucket
seats, and he assumed that must be the area that Ben had called the
sleeper. Spotting the access area between the front seats, he crawled
forward, and ended up on his knees on a soft and thick mattress that served
as a floor of sorts for the area. Looking around, he noted several
cabinets, and a shelf that held a small television set, a clock radio, and
a laptop computer, along with a variety of paper back novels, and an
assortment of road atlas books.  To his left was a kind of headboard, one
with a number of small storage boxes, and some drawers, not so very
different from his own headboard back in his ex-room, in his ex-house, and
he felt a quick pang of regret at having been forced to leave it. Before he
could dwell on the thought for long, he sensed Ben's large presence move
into the cozy space behind him, and he turned, smiling at the man, as he
said,

   "Hey Ben...wow...this is, like, really a cool place...you have, like, a
kinda small bedroom back here!"

   Ben chuckled, once more feeling his pride well up, and he nodded his
head, as he said,

   "Yup, exactly...kind of compact, definitely, but, it has pretty much all
that I need to get by on the road...and it's pretty comfortable too, as
long as you remember to not stand up."

   Brett giggled, casting his eyes to the low ceiling of the sleeper cab,
and he nodded, adding,

   "Yea, huh...that could be a big mistake, even as short as I am."

   Ben worked his way around the mattress, then settled, his back supported
by the outside wall of the truck cab, and he worked a small throw pillow
behind him, then told Brett to just relax, and make himself at home, and he
then launched into a brief explanation of what, and where, everything was
located, and how it all functioned, as Brett followed along
attentively. Once the brief orientation was finished, Ben reached out, and
turned on the television set, and the two settled back, lying side by side,
watching some sitcom show. After a while, Brett shifted, and then shifted
again, his hands tugging at his small shorts repeatedly. Ben watched him,
and then realized that the undersized shorts were crowding his treasures,
and making the boy uncomfortable, so he casually suggested that he might
want to consider removing them all together. Brett giggled shyly, and maybe
even blushed a little bit, but, eager to relieve the tightness at his
balls, he eagerly skinned out of the tight shorts, and the even tighter
little briefs under them. He lay back on the pillow again, and stretched
his shapely legs straight out, and Ben casually laid his meaty hand high on
the boy's smooth thigh, and squeezed it gently, as he asked quietly,

   "Better now?"

   Brett nodded, grinning, and then giggled nervously, as his penis rapidly
grew fully erect. Ben watched the boyhood expand, and harden, to lie
temptingly against the boy's creamy groin, and he chuckled softly at the
wonders of youth, and its inherent ability for rapid reloading of the
sexual prowess. Once more fully caving in to the undeniable temptation of
the boy's stunning beauty, Ben slowly moved his hand higher on Brett's
thigh, and then gently wrapped his fist around the proud little stanchion,
and stroked it slowly. Brett sighed audibly, his legs instinctively
splaying, and Ben savored the pulsing hardness in his grip, as he said,

   "You really are a very pretty boy, Brett...beautiful, in fact...and this
pretty young cock is definitely the most perfect specimen that I have ever
encountered...ever...in fact, I think it actually looks...delicious...and,
I would very much like to suck it."


   Brett relished the incredible feelings that flowed through his slim body
as the man lightly stroked his rigid penis, and he shuddered when Ben
mentioned sucking him, as he vividly recalled the mind-bending sensation of
the bus driver's warm mouth sliding over his boyhood, a feeling that he was
more than eager to experience again, and, without hesitation, he thrust his
small hips up against the man's stroking hand, and uttered, excitedly,

   "You can, if you want...suck me, I mean...!"

   Ben chuckled again, loving the boy's sudden brashness, and, without
another thought, he quickly slid down, and rolled in between the boy's
smooth legs, and brought the tempting little erection to his lips, and
licked it all over. Brett shuddered, and groaned with delight, as Ben
lapped at the knob of his penis, then, slid it fully inside his warm, wet
mouth, and sucked it noisily. Up and down, Ben hungrily devoured the
rampant young cock, his slurping noises filling the small space of the
truck cab, while his fingers explored the silky smoothness of the boy's
inner thighs, and teased at his plump scrotum, rolling the ample balls with
his fingers. Brett gasped, and cooed, his lithe body overwhelmed with
amazing feelings, as his slender fingers threaded into the man's thick
hair. He giggled wildly, when Ben briefly released his cock from his mouth
to bury his face in the soft, pliant skin of Brett's tummy, where he blew
wet and noisy "raspberries" against his skin, before moving back to devour
the cock once again. Licking along the underside of the rigid shaft, Ben
let his tongue wash over the taut scrotum, and then carefully sucked the
firm balls, Brett all the while hammering his fists on the mattress, as his
back arched, and his small toes curled inward to his dainty feet.

   "OHhhh gosh....OHhhh wow....it feels soooo.....gooood!" he wailed, his
voice high, and cracking with excitement.

   Ben literally could not get enough of this delicious young boy, and his
far-better-than-ice-cream penis, and youthful balls, and hairless scrotum,
and he sucked and licked as though it were his last, completely inhaling
the boy, and his oozing penis, and his amazingly fresh scents. Like a man
possessed he laved over the trembling boy, his fingers tugging sharply down
on the steel-hard shaft of cock to widen the tiny slit in the polished head
so that he might jab the tip of his tongue in there, and taste the
sharpness of the boy's flowing juices, then, running his tongue down the
length of the glassy smooth shaft, and over the plump pouch once more, as
his hands forced the boy's lean thighs wider, so that his head moved lower
still, and his tongue probed the firmness of that sensitive place just
behind the boy's balls. He extended his tongue, and walked it along the
length of Brett's premium, clear to the back, and then forced his tongue
into the warm crease of his pretty ass, searching out the tiny pucker that
was at the very core of the boy. Brett groaned loudly, his breathing
ragged, and rapid, as the man tongued his tiny pinkness, swabbing it over
and over, finally withdrawing long enough to roll the boy over onto his
front side, as he once more plunged face first into the tight little mounds
of the boy's sweet butt, and stabbed his tongue into the tightness of his
anus.

   "OHHh Jeeez....OHhh....OHHhhhhh...!" grunted Brett, his balls aching for
release, as the man's tongue did amazing things to his little hole, things
he could never have even imagined.

   Completely lost to his rampant lust, Ben plunged into the tightness of
the boy again, and again, his taste buds exploding with the sweetness of
the boy, and he used his hands to awkwardly dispose of his shorts, freeing
his throbbing erection. Reluctantly pulling away from the boy's delicious
ass, he fumbled madly at one of the small drawers behind him, and extracted
a bottle of K-Y lubricant, which he hurriedly coated over the wide shaft,
and helmet head of his drooling cock. Inching forward, he gripped the
flawless mounds of the boy's sculpted ass, and spread it, as he applied a
large dollop of the slick gel to the exposed little sphincter. Moving
again, he hovered over the prone boy, and guided the wide head of his cock
to center on the winking pinkness. Working the slick head back and forth,
he spread the lube, then, aligned his cock with Brett's tender entrance. He
paused only briefly, then, flexed his hips, and added steady pressure, as
he carefully eased his cock through the tight resistance, and entered the
boy, slowly and steadily sliding the length of his cock into the buttery
warmth.

   "UUngggg...Ohh.....!" chirped Brett, the hard thickness of the man
filling him, and he gritted his teeth, as his tight sheath struggled to
stretch, and accommodate the man's girth.

   "Easy baby....breath....just relax now...it's going to get good
now...easy...just relax now...go soft....good boy...!" intoned Ben,
striving to retain control of his excitement.

   It went quiet then, the soft grunts from Brett, and the slightly obscene
squishing sounds of Ben's plunges, and withdrawals filling the truck cab,
as Brett adjusted, his inner muscles now flexing to match Ben's thrusts,
and parries, until a rhythm was found, and the fuck suddenly became a
source of amazing pleasure for both man, and boy, and the intensity quickly
built toward it's inevitable conclusion. Ben's entire body was wound as
tightly as possible, every nerve ending within him on full receptor mode,
as the boy's incredibly tight sheath seemed to literally suck him inside,
as it clamped firmly on his swollen manhood. He gripped the boy's slim
waist in a vise-like grip, his teeth clenched tightly, and flashing in the
dim light of the truck cab, as he rode the boy's pretty ass, plunging and
withdrawing as Brett's rolling ass matched his rhythm until he felt his
madly swinging balls explode, and his rock hard cock flexed strongly, as
his torrent of pent up cum released, and flooded into the boy's rectum in a
seemingly unending series of strong spurts, each more earth shattering than
the last, until at last it ended, and he lunged forward on top of the boy,
spent, and gasping.

   Brett was shaking, and gulping in noisy gasps of air, as he sprawled
face first onto the mattress, the man's big body weighing him down so that
his tummy, and his rapidly wilting young penis squished into the seemingly
huge pool of young semen he had ejected onto the mattress at nearly the
same moment that the man had flooded his tender guts with a river of the
stuff. Still panting, he grinned at the strange feeling of his penis
swishing in his own warm fluids, and he grunted noisily when he felt the
man's cock slip from his somewhat battered little hole, leaving him with a
clearly felt sensation of a small river of man cum oozing wetly down the
insides of his thighs. He turned his sweating head to the side, and looked
at a very flushed and sweating Ben, who weakly smiled back at him, and he
grinned widely, and muttered,

   OH golly Ben.....I....that.....well....just....Oh Golly...!"

(To Be Continued)
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