Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2007 09:43:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Alone (8)

   Ben gripped the truck's large steering wheel tightly, his face locked
into a grimace, as Brett continued to grip his erection from the outside of
his jeans. He glanced down into his lap when he felt the boy fumbling with
his zipper, and sucked in his gut to help the kid get it worked down. He
sucked in a breath, holding it, as the teen slid his hand inside the open
fly, and closed it around his thick stalk, then stroked it slowly, as he
said,

   "Oh cool...no underwear...awesome....jeez, Ben...your cock is so
big...thick...really hard, too!"

   Ben released the breath he was holding, and smiled, and then gasped
again, as Brett managed to free his erection from the tight confines of his
jeans. He glanced down again, emitting a small groan at the stunning sight
of the slender young hand working his impressive erection, then forced
himself to pay attention to his driving, difficult at that was, but mindful
of the fact that he was herding eighty thousand pounds of big rig down the
hiway at a high rate of speed.

   Brett worked the heavy cock in his slender fingers, watching the tiny
slit in the center of the bulbous head open and close as he stroked the
smooth skin over the rigid tissue it covered. He felt his own penis stiffen
once more, and he marveled at his ability to absorb this thick adult cock
inside his tiny hole. He was suddenly struck with the desire to taste Ben's
cock, and to feel it filling his mouth, and he eyed the huge steering
wheel, gauging weather or not he could put his head into Ben's lap without
interfering with his control of the truck, and when he decided that he
could, he did just that.

   Ben gasped loudly, his foot reflexively lifting off the throttle, as the
boy lowered his head, and engulfed his throbbing erection, taking it deep
inside his warm, wet mouth and sucking it. He felt the boy's tongue slide
along the bottom of his shaft, as the spongy head slid deep into his soft
throat, and he groaned again, struggling to maintain control of the truck,
as Brett settled into a rhythm, and deftly bobbed his mouth up and down
Ben's cock. My God, he thought, savoring the incredible sensations that the
sucking boy was eliciting from his body, this kid has me acting like a
genuine sex addict, I mean, I just fucked his pretty little ass not even
twelve hours ago, and then jacked his hot little cock less than twenty
minutes ago, and here I am wheeling this freaking truck down the hiway
while the hottest little thirteen year old boy on the planet sucks my
cock...Christ! I hope to hell I never wake up from this dream I must be
having!

   Brett paused his sucking, sliding Ben's cock out of his drooling mouth,
as he held firmly to it's base, as he ran his tongue over the smooth head,
and lapped at the tiny "v" of skin just under it, causing Ben to shudder,
and groan in pleasure. He closed his soft lips around just the head then,
swabbing it with his tongue, and spreading the tiny slit with the tip if
his tongue several times before once more easing it deeply into his mouth,
as he resumed moving his head up and down, sucking the man, eager for the
startling explosion that he was sure would soon be coming, no pun
intended. Another few miles, and Ben bucked his hips beneath Brett's
bobbing head, his butt coming partly off the seat, and Brett felt the thick
cock swell even thicker, as it bucked sharply in his stretched mouth, and
erupted.

   The first heavy rope of warm, and thick semen all but exploded into his
mouth, hitting the back of his throat with such force that the boy gagged
slightly, then recovered just in time to accept the second, third, and
fourth forceful eruptions of the creamy essence, which he eagerly swallowed
as quickly as they were presented, the overflow of the copious ejaculated
drooling from the corners of his very stretched mouth to dribble onto Ben's
Jeans. As the spasms in Ben's cock began to subside, Brett continued to
suck it gently, mindful of the increased sensitivity of the head following
the ejaculation, and he savored the somewhat almond flavor the man's cream,
and the sensation of it's slickness as it slid down his throat into his
tummy. He backed off the wilting instrument, and sat up, looking into Ben's
wide eyes, as he stuck out his tongue to swipe at the errant drizzles of
cum that streaked his chin, and somewhat puffy lips, as he smiled at the
man, and said,

   "Wow Ben...you do a lot of cums...and, it tasted really good, too...did
you like that?"

   Still breathless, Ben nodded enthusiastically, giving the pretty boy a
sideways glance, as he managed to respond, weakly,

   "Like it...?...are you kidding me...?...that was
amazing...stunning...wonderful...all the above...pretty much just like you
are, Brett-boy...!"

   Brett giggled sweetly, pleased that he pleased the man who was, in a
very real sense, saving his bacon by caring for him, feeding him, and
giving him a ride at least part of the way to his destination. If not for
Ben, the boy thought, and even old Bill and his bus, I would be really
screwed, out on the road all alone, nearly broke, and, with nothing to wear
but these stupid old shorts that my old man made me put on before the
tossed me out of the house. Jeez, he thought, if I had to try to like hitch
rides wearing these, some cop would prolly pick me up, and, oh yikes, take
me back to my Dad, who this time would prolly just kill me, and bury me out
back. I really owe Ben a lot, so sucking him, and when he wants to, letting
him fuck me is all cool with me, seriously.

   Brett carefully eased Bens' now limp cock back into his jeans, then,
scooted over to resume his own seat, as he let his head fall back against
the soft leather, and he closed his eyes, while his hand moved into this
distended lap, and he ran his fingers over his erection, slowly up and
down, as the nice tingly feelings awoke in his balls. He heard Ben chuckle
softly, then say quietly,

   "Teenage boys...yup, I remember it well...hard as a nail practically ALL
the time...nice...hey Brett...if you want, it's all good with me...perfect,
in fact...if you want to rub out another load, well, cool...very, very
cool!"

   Brett blushed prettily, as he opened his eyes, and rolled his head to
the side to gaze sheepishly at Ben, as he smiled, and answered,

   "Really...?...you mean that you want to watch me jack off...watch me do
cums...?"
   Ben chuckled, nodding his head, as he looked hungrily at the boy's hand
moving on his young erection, and he replied,

   "Yup, really...just go for it, little dude...and I'll try really hard to
keep one of my eyes on the road...!"

   Brett giggled, thinking it a little bit strange, but at the same time
really exciting that Ben would actually like to see him play with his
boner, and spray his boy-cums. He actually blushed a little, as he reached
for his pulsing four inches, and gripped it between finger, and thumb. He
worked the smooth skin up and down several times, pausing at the top to
pass his thumb across the silky head, as his other hand went between his
widely splayed thighs, and played with his taut little pouch, and his
balls. The tingly feelings got the better of him then, made all the more
exciting by knowing that the adult man was watching him play with himself,
and be closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against the seat back,
as he gave himself over to the rapidly mounting pleasure that washed over
him.

   Ben struggled mightily with his desire to totally abandon his attention
to the road, as he desperately wanted to focus his full faculties on the
incredible sight beside him, a stunningly beautiful thirteen year old boy,
fully naked and very probably as erect as he had ever seen a cock of any
age, or size, steadily stroking that delicious specimen of boyhood, while
he busily fondled his young and tender balls. Fuck, thought Ben, that is
just smoking hot, I think I could cum just from watching this kid play with
himself like that! As Brett continued his rapid climb toward the climax
that Ben was fully aware was emanate, Ben's eyes darted rapidly between the
road, and Brett, and, as he saw a deep flush paint across the boy's smooth
chest, at the same moment his tiny butt lifted slightly off the seat, and a
loud gasp escaped his clenched mouth, he did abandon his attention to the
road long enough to fully enjoy the staggering sight of the young boy
jetting forth another amazingly copious offering of his creamy batter,
again liberally anointing the trucks dashboard, and floor.

   Brett shuddered through the intense orgasm, his fist pumping his
spurting penis, as he tugged strongly on his balls with the other hand,
until he was drained. He opened his eyes, and looked at the thick streamers
of his semen drizzling down the dash of the truck, then, turned his head
toward Ben, who had been forced to again check the traffic, and he saw him
slowly shaking his head, as if in disbelief of what he had just
witnessed. Brett felt the energy drain from his body, and he sank back into
the cushy seat, as he ran his hands over his creamy smooth thighs, his
slender fingers swiping away the errant splatters of his nectar that had
landed there. Bringing his slimed fingers to his lush mouth, he lapped at
the tart fluid, then, again turning to face Ben, he waited until Ben again
looked over at him, and then slid the cum streaked fingers into his mouth,
and sucked them clean. Ben, scarily able to believe ANY of this, promptly
shot a spontaneous load into his jeans, as he and the incredible young boy
laughed together.

(To Be Continued)
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