Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2001 22:52:05 EST
From: Chartoe@aol.com
Subject: Chuck and The Truck Driver

This is a true story that I have been wanting to write for some time.  There
are no names that have to be changed since none were mentioned.
If you do not like reading stories about sex between adults and youths then
read no further.
If you have any comments please send them to me at chartoe@aol.com


			Chuck and The Truck Driver

	I was resting my head upon my crossed arms placed on the dash of
the big Mack truck as we rolled down the highway on our way to some part of
Georgia to pick up a load of cars and another truck.  My father was sitting
in the passenger seat chatting with the other man who was driving the rig.
I had been able to go on several of these trips with my father since school
was out for the summer.  I belong to a fairly large family and we had to
take turns getting to ride with our father.
	It just happened that my older brother, by five years, had
something planned for the next few days so I was allowed to take the trip.
These trips were not what people think where the father and son get to bond
and talk about whatever was on their minds.  My father and I rarely talked
about much at all, although he did pull me against him a lot when he felt
good about something I had done or said.  He constantly rubbed his hand
through my jet black hair and would pat me on the back.
	What I really loved about these trips were the different cafes we
would stop at and the attention I always received from the waitresses.  It
never failed they always talked about what gorgeous brown eyes I had and
would almost always rub their hands against my cheeks.  They would threaten
to steal me and take me home with them.
	As you can gather I was a very attractive six year old with black
hair and brown eyes.  I had a little extra weight on my normal sized frame.
I was not fat but just enough extra weight to give me that healthy look. I
never had any problem attracting women but they were usually much, much
older than me.  They always wanted to pick me up or hug on me and leave
their lipstick smeared on my face.  They would always laugh as I would turn
red and try to run away.
	We had been riding for hours with me staring at the metal bulldog
that was mounted on the hood of the truck and the little sweater that the
truck driver had put on it.  It was about that time that something pinched
one of my balls and I had a desire to scratch it, but since I was standing
there in front of my father and the driver, I wasn't about to attract any
attention to my private parts.  It would be too embarrassing and I figured
if I did that one of them would say something that would really embarrass
me.  I stood there with the itch about to drive me crazy and wondering how
grown men scratched and wasn't noticed or ridiculed for it.  I glanced over
at the truck driver as he slid his hand down and without even thinking
about it scratched his balls or dick I wasn't really sure.
	That was all I needed as I reached down and scratched at my own
balls, while watching the truck driver.  My little dick started to grow,
which wasn't something new to me, but it had always been in the bathtub or
in bed and I had always ignored it and it would go away.  This time even
though I wasn't playing with my dick the scratching of my balls was feeling
very good.
	My father and the truck driver both noticed the mound in my pants.
My father picked me up and sat me down in his lap and had me watch the cars
moving along the highway.  I started watching and the rise in my pants went
down and nothing was said to me about it, although the trucker said
something to my father and laughed a little.  I didn't understand the words
or the meaning so I just ignored him.
	We rode on for a few more hours when they decided it was time to
stop and eat.  I got real excited at the idea of going in and getting a
hamburger and coke, which was what I always ordered regardless of the time
of the day.  My father said that they needed to get to where we were headed
before dark and didn't need to waist time at the cafe.  He said he would go
inside and get some sandwiches while we staid in the truck and waited for
him.  We pulled into the parking lot and parked in the rear where all the
trucks usually parked, but at this time of the day we were the only truck
rig there.  My father climbed out, shut the door, and headed to the cafe.
	The trucker said something to me as I moved over beside his very
large body, he was what would be called a chubby today.  He reached over
and patted my genitals and looked at me.  When I didn't pull away or show
any sign of being scared, he pulled me beside him.  I wasn't scared because
I really didn't know what he was doing, but he had been a friend of the
family for so long that I really felt secure around him.
	He reached down and stood me up on the seat, and pulled my pants
down.  My little dick sprang to attention and I reached down to cover it
up.  He grabbed my hands and pulled them away.  He then picked me up to
where my dick was right in front of his mouth.  He stuck his tongue out and
licked at it and when he made contact with the skin above my dick I giggled
because it actually did tickle.  He then push all of it inside his mouth
and started twirling his tongue around my little shaft.  The tickling had
stopped and I was beginning to enjoy the warm feel of his mouth and tongue.
He then opened his mouth wider and swallowed my balls right along with my
dick.  I couldn't believe what he was doing and had never felt anything
like what I was feeling at the time.  He started bobbing his head back and
forth and was sliding his tongue underneath my balls as he pushed into me.
	After just a minute or two my body tensed up and jerked a couple of
times and it felt like something was trying to leave through my little
dick.  He licked a few more times and then let my dick fall back against my
balls.  He placed me back on the seat and pulled my pants back up and
tucked my shirt into my pants and told me to sit back down.  We waited for
a few more minutes until my father returned with the food.
	He handed me my soda and hamburger and said something about me
being flushed , but I didn't say anything as I dove into the burger.
	I never did tell my father and never repeated the act with the
truck driver.  It was sort of our little secret and we sort of had a little
something between us from then own.  He would always wink at me when he
would catch me looking at his crotch.
	From that day on I get real horny anytime I am around what I call a
real truck driver or a real chubby.