Date: Thu, 11 Oct 2007 06:00:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Alone (7)

   As Brett drew closer to Ben's truck, he noticed the dark plumes of
diesel smoke rumbling from the twin exhaust stacks, indicating that the
trucks motor was running, and he suddenly realized that he had been gone
far too long at the showers. Hurrying his pace, he approached the truck,
and a sinking feeling washed over him, as he worried that Ben would be mad
at him, and maybe not let him ride with him now. Spotting Ben back at the
rear of the long trailer, her angled off toward him, then skidded to a stop
in front of him, and spread his boyish face into what he hoped was his best
smile, and said,

   "Hey Ben...hi...I was...um...just over having another quick
shower...sorry if I was holding you up, or anything..."

   Ben returned his smile, his wide hand moving to ruffle Brett's soft
hair, as he answered,

   "Nope, little guy, not a problem...actually, I worried that you might
wake up and find me missing, and get scared, and take off or something...I
woke up early, and you were sleeping so good, I didn't want to bother you,
so I went over for some coffee...I brought you back some too, and a couple
of sweet rolls, up in the cab, there...soon as I finish my pre-flight of
the truck, we can hit the road...sound okay with you?"

   Relieved, Brett nodded, and silently thanked his guardian angel for
guiding him to this nice man, then said,

   "Cool...and thanks...about the coffee and rolls, I mean...and yea, I'm
ready to hit the road anytime... really ready...I actually never rode in a
big-rig before!"

   Ben chuckled, and lightly patted the boy's pretty butt, as he nodded,
then, told Brett to go hop in the truck, and have his breakfast, he would
be right there, and he moved off, continuing his check of the truck
tie-downs, and the tires and wheels. Brett moved back to the cab, and
climbed up inside, where he settled himself into the giant bucket seat, and
began hungrily attacking the delicious sweet rolls, and steaming coffee. In
a few minutes, Ben clamored up into the driver's seat, and gave Brett a
short wink, then shifted the truck into gear, and began idling across the
mammoth parking lot toward the exit. Brett felt his excitement grow, as the
huge truck entered the hiway, and began picking up speed, as Ben skillfully
moved through the gears, and the fast moving traffic. As they settled into
the pace of the hiway, Brett was swiveling his head, taking in the sights
and sounds of the busy hiway, and the passing scenery, loving how high up
he was sitting, and the views the perch afforded. Ben got the truck into
cruising condition, then, settled back in his seat, one hand on the
gigantic steering wheel, and the other one reaching across the center
consol to come to rest on Brett's upper thigh. He glanced down into his
lap, watching Ben's big hand gently stroke his inner thigh, and he saw his
boner poking at the material of his too-small shorts, and giggled. Ben
looked, following Brett's gaze downward, and he chuckled too, as he moved
his hand to grip the boy's obvious erection, as he said,

   "Nice, little dude...nice and hard...you're just the kind of road-buddy
I have been looking for...this is going to be my best trip ever,
definitely!"

   Brett worked his slim butt back and forth on the wide seat, sawing his
boner inside Ben's firm grip, and he giggled again, nodding his blond head,
as he chirped,

   "I always bone up hard if you touch me, Ben, cause it feels really
good... and, I like it!"

   Ben chuckled again, continuing to grip the boy's rigid little penis, and
he replied,

   "Well, how handy is that, then...because I like touching you too, champ,
a lot, and I especially like making you feel good, so...like I said, this
is going to be a great trip!"

   As the miles melted away, Ben continued to fondle the excited boy,
occasionally needing to remove his hand to shift gears, or use both hands
on the wheel, but he repeatedly returned to stroking Brett's proud little
erection when conditions permitted, and, Brett was loving the attention,
his balls alive with the tingling feeling he had so grown to love, and a
definite wetness cooling the smooth knob of his penis, as his juices oozed
steadily from his tiny slit. Eventually they traveled further from the
congested city traffic, and the hiway opened up to rolling hills, and wide
fields of various crops, and they rolled along at a steadier pace, the flat
hiway negating the need of any further gear changes, and Ben began to
steadily work Brett's drooling boyhood, and Brett settled back into the
very comfortable seat, and spread his coltish legs widely, giving the man
full access to his pulsing boner, and his gently aching balls, and Ben
chuckled at the boy's recently emerged boldness, then told him,

   "Here's a plan, little bud...I know those shorts have to be pretty
uncomfortable on this nice boner of yours...so....how about you just take
them off...nobody can see you up this high...well, I can, but then, that is
pretty much the idea, right...?...seeing that pretty cock of yours is
almost as good as playing with it!"

   Brett giggled, blushing prettily, as he quickly nodded his agreement,
highly excited at the suggestion that he ride naked in the big truck, and,
even more excited to get out of the far too tight shorts once
again. Without a moment of hesitation, he quickly lifted his little butt
off the seat, and tugged the little shorts down his smooth legs, and then
kicked them off his feet to the floor of the truck. He sat back, and again
splayed his legs wide, as he looked down at his rigid boyhood where it
stuck nearly straight up from his small tuft of scattered pubes. Ben stared
hungrily at his bobbing erection, then, smiled broadly, as he again reached
to grip the shaft, and stroke it up and down, as he said,

   "Jesus, kid...you really do have a pretty cock...balls, too...and such a
great little body...damn, if I wasn't already running so far behind, I'd
pull this rig over right here, and suck this beauty!"

   Brett giggled, shuddering, as the man's hand evoked even more intense
feelings of the tingling in his plump balls now that his boner was
unencumbered, and he gasped loudly when Ben moved his hand down to capture
his pink scrotum, and tug it gently, as he fingered the firm orbs
inside. Ben saw, and heard, Brett's gasping reaction, and he chuckled
again, as he said, knowingly,

   "Nice, huh buddy...?...you like to have your cute balls played with,
right...?....yea, definitely...me too...something really special about
having my nuts worked on, for sure!"

   Brett didn't answer, simply nodding enthusiastically, as he lifted his
butt a little, giving the man more room to fondle his tingling balls, as he
let his head fall back against the seat. He closed his eyes, savoring the
multitude of feelings that coursed through his young body, as Ben continued
to alternate his attentions between his throbbing erection, and his aching
young balls. He could feel his steady production of precum, and the smooth
knob of his penis was definitely wet, as Ben used his thick fingers to
spread the slippery fluid across his helmet, and he shuddered again, as a
strong series of the tingles washed over him. Ben noticed that, as well,
offering another soft chuckle, as he shook his head in wonder of the horny
young boy, and his obvious enjoyment of having the man fondle him. He
tightened his grip a bit then, and pumped steadily on the shaft of Brett's
cock, passing his thumb repeatedly over the drooling slit on each up
stroke, and in a matter of minutes, Brett shuddered strongly once more, and
let out a low groan, as his penis bucked in Ben's grip, and erupted, his
ribbons of creamy young semen ejecting from the slit rapidly, to splatter
as small drops on the trucks dashboard, and floor. Ben pumped him steadily,
abandoning his watchful eye on the road to take in the stunning sight of
this pretty boy spewing his load of precious young nectar, and his jawbone
suddenly ached, as he imagined the spitting young cock in his mouth, and
the creamy essence spraying over his tongue as he happily gulped it all
down. He took one quick, and longing look at the trail of boy cum that
drizzled down the face of the dashboard, and he licked his lips longingly,
then, survival dictated that he force his eyes back to the road, so he did
that, as his right arm reached across to swipe at the streamers of creamy
boy cum, managing to retrieve a fair glob of the stuff on his fingers,
which he promptly slid into his mouth, and sucked noisily. Brett watched
all this, giggling softly, then, he too reached out to scoop a ribbon of
his semen onto his fingers, and he sucked them as well, looking over at the
hugely grinning Ben, who was again shaking his head in near disbelief.

   "Damn kid...you are so fucking hot, I can't hardly believe it...this
damned trip is going to go way too damned fast, that's for sure...and now
you got old Ben so fucking horny, I'm not sure I can wait for our lunch
break...damn... that was hot fucking cum!"

   Brett smiled coyly, as he finished slurping loudly on his cummy fingers,
then, he squirmed in his seat, moving slightly sideways, as he leaned over
the center console, and dropped his slender hand into Ben's distended lap,
and found his very hard cock. He gripped the thick instrument in his hand,
and squeezed it firmly, as he looked up at a slightly startled Ben, and
grinned saucily, as he said softly,

   "So...who says you have to wait....?"

(To Be Continued)
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