Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2009 08:33:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Nick Valentine <youngpaleblonde@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cookies

(The following story is a work of fiction featuring sexual acts between an
adult and a minor.  Feel free to send me messages back at
youngpaleblonde@yahoo.com )

Shelby fidgeted again as he tried to wrap his winter jacket tighter around
his shoulders.  "Mom," he said quietly, keeping his eyes lowered down to
the floor.

"Shelby, we've been over this.  You have to wear it while you're grounded
and working here," his mother said as she finished setting the displays of
cookies.  The boy heaved a big sigh as he pulled off the big coat and cast
a dismal glance downwards.  The long red and pink apron stretched down to
his knees, covered in felt hearts that had been carefully stitched on.  He
pouted as hard as he could while he looked up at his mom, but she refused
to even glance back at him.

It wasn't his fault that he had been grounded.  Two weeks ago, Tommy had
come over for a visit.  His mother liked Tommy because of how polite and
soft spoken he was, especially compared to the boys on Shelby's basketball
team who were always leaving their shoes on in the house and uttering swear
words, even with his mother in the same room.  That day, Tommy and Shelby
had both scurried off to his room and closed the door behind them.  It
wasn't his fault because Tommy was supposed to have locked the door, but
instead his mother walked in without knocking and found him there—pants
around his ankles as Tommy nearly choked, nose pressed against the hairless
patch that would eventually become pubes.

His mother hadn't said anything other than quietly asked Tommy to leave.
After that, she simply said he was grounded and would help her sell cookies
at a table in the local truck stop.  The small town didn't have anything
else of note, just a truck stop and a highway out of there.  Shelby bit his
lip as he looked down at the embarrassing smock again.  If Tommy had locked
the door and his mother had knocked and the town had something to do aside
from letting the local boys blow him, Shelby wouldn't have been in this
mess!

He whined as he stood in the busy truck stop, wincing a little as each
passing person glanced at him.  "Mom," he said, "can't I just take it off?"

"No, Shelby," she said matter-of-factly as she handed two of the cookies to
an old woman.  She turned to Shelby and reached out to pinch his cheek.

"Such a cute boy," she said, her cold shaky hands making his flesh crawl.
He sighed and looked back at his mother.

"I'm going to the bathroom," he mumbled before storming off towards the
doors.

***

Harris sipped his coffee and glanced at the paper.  It was just a small
local paper, filled with ads from the produce shop and a police blotter
with nothing more than a noise complaint and single occurrence of public
drunkenness.  A simple town, probably only one stop light and a single
paved road.  He'd been working as a trucker for nearly two years now, still
green by most trucker standards.  Then again, he really didn't fit many
trucker standards.  He kept his nails trimmed, his clothes clean, and his
body washed.  Every time he ended up in a bigger town where the truck stops
had specialized Trucker Lounges, he had to put up with teasing jabs for
looking "like a faggot" just for cleaning himself up.  More than once, that
insult had been followed with a nervous lip bite and a request for a little
help "relieving tensions."  While he didn't mind fooling around now and
then, Harris wasn't exactly the type to suck some smelly trucker just
because he was asked.  Even most of the Lot Lizards who wandered around,
hoping to "just see the inside of a truck's cab" were beneath his
standards.

"Top you off, handsome?" a soft voice said to him.  He glanced up from the
paper he was only feigning interest in to the homely woman with the coffee
pot.

"Oh, sure," he said dismissively.  While he didn't mind flirting with a
girl or two, he wasn't in the mood to play the game.  He was sore from a
long haul and his balls ached even more from not having a chance to get off
in days.  He glanced around the mostly empty truck stop before giving a low
sigh.  "I'll be back.  You can leave the bill on the table, and I'll get
back to it."

"Sure thing, darling," the waitress said again, trying to bat her eyelashes
as the young man stood up and walked towards the men's room.

***

The facilities were pretty dismal, as expected in a place like that.  Three
old urinals made of grungy steel and a single stall made up cement blocks
that went all down to the floor.  Harris walked up to the urinal and fished
his cock out through the fly, pressing his forearm up against the tile wall
as he leaned forward and took a much needed piss.  His ears perked as he
heard the door close behind him.  The boy who toddled in was nothing short
of adorable.  Harris's eyes widened as he drank him in: soft messy hair
that came down in that shaggy, ungroomed farmboy style, pale blue eyes, and
a girlish apron that his hands couldn't help but tug at.  He couldn't be
older than 11, 12 at the most.  He cast a bashful glance up at Harris as he
moved up to the urinal and raised his apron, holding it carefully under his
chin as he fumbled with the front of his jeans, trying to get them open by
feel alone.

Harris forced himself to look forward, realizing that his piss stream had
long since ended.  He gritted his teeth as he tried to will up a last few
drops as an excuse to keep standing there.  He glanced carefully over again
as the boy fished out his cocklet and began to piss, the thin stream
ringing against the metal.

Harris's cock throbbed as he glanced down, unconsciously stroking it.  He
was now fully hard and dripping pre into the urinal's basin.  Panic shot
through him as he realized he was stroking himself as he watched an
obviously underage boy was pissing beside him.  Silently and smoothly as to
not arouse suspicion, he tried hard to slip himself back into his pants.
His cock throbbing in protest, rock solid and refusing to bend and slip
back easily into his trousers.

And then Shelby glanced over.  His jaw dropped as he saw the mammoth dick
there beside him along with a rapidly panicking trucker.  "Hey, kid,
sorry!" Harris said quickly as he turned his back to Shelby, finally
unbuttoning his pants and pulling his hefty meat up under the waist band of
his boxers to press against his belly.

"Whoa, dude," Shelby said quietly as he felt his own boy parts growing ever
harder.  "Yours is really huge."

"Yeah, I'm not going to prison," Harris mumbled as he stumbled towards the
door.  "I need to get out of here."  Shelby turned towards him, his cock at
all 4" of full mast.

"Wait," he said, making his penis bobble a little bit towards the flustered
trucker.  "I promise I won't tell anyone if you let me see it again."
Harris stared at him, feeling another droplet of hot pre dribble from his
tip onto his navel.  "Ok," he said, his heart pounding as he swallowed
hard, trying not to think about just how wrong it all was.  "In the stall,
just in case anyone walks in."

The stall was small and dirty like the rest of the bathroom.  The walls
were covered in graffiti so thick that most had become illegible at this
point.  Shelby scurried over to to the toilet and sat down atop the tank
behind the bowl.  "So no one will see my feet," he whispered.  The silly
apron fell over the front of his body, tenting up boldly in his lap.
Harris gave another hard swallow as he pulled open his pants, letting his
veiny monster spring free.

The head was thick and damp with pre as the slit flared and twitched; the
shaft was almost nine inches long and covered in veins.  His balls were low
and fat, looking like ripe eggs as he cupped them in one hand while giving
the shaft a squeeze with the other.  Shelby's eyes widened as he pulled the
apron up showing off this cocklet that wasn't even half the size of the
trucker's impressive equipment.

"Wanna suck me?" Shelby asked, looking up at him just the same as he did to
the younger boys at his school.  Normally, getting a blowjob from one of
the 'sissy boys' at his school took some work, offering up dinner or money
or sometimes forcing a friendship into existence.  But this was his first
time asking an adult.  Shelby figured that grown ups probably didn't bother
with the song and dance and just knew what felt good.

Harris leaned down, inhaling the smell of his skin, mixed with the faint
aroma of cookies that still clung to the apron.  He was already in too deep
and he knew it.  He opened his mouth and sank down, dragging his lips down
every inch of Shelby.  The boy trembled and suppressed a cry of delight as
Harris tilted his chin back and opened up wider, taking his marble sized
balls in as well.  The entire package jumped and twitched as Harris nursed
teasingly, suckling just hard enough to get a firm tug without causing the
boy too much pain.  Shelby's hands shook as he took in fistfuls of the
trucker's hair, eyes rolling back as his saliva-coated balls flopped from
Harris's mouth as he drew back, leaving just the head in his mouth.  He
glanced up at the boy as his tongue worked teasingly around the head and
slit, making the boy shake even harder.  "You're better than my
classmates," Shelby whispered hoarsely as Harris grinned around his meat,
one hand stroking himself as the other slid up under Shelby's shirt to toy
with his soft hairless nipples, pinching and tugging until they both
hardened into firm nubs.

Harris gave a guttural moan as he shook his pants down to his ankles,
sliding his hand back and forth faster over his shaft as he mustered up his
courage.  He rolled his middle finger around the head of his cock, over and
over again, gathering up pre until it glistened.  His lips eased back down
over the shaft again to press his nose firmly above Shelby's navel, waiting
for the boy's tremors to cease.  As Shelby's body went still, he struck,
pressing his finger firmly against the pink rosebud.  The boy wriggled
around, holding back a yelp of surprise as his body bucked in protest.
Harris nursed harder, tonguing over the piss slit in hopes of stilling his
protests while further driving his finger further inside.

Shelby's body moved to its own accord as the new sensation overtook him.
Some of the boys who sucked him asked if he would push inside them, but he
had never really done it.  Sucking had always been enough.  He bit down on
his lip as Harris curled his finger, pressing down against his already
spasming prostate.  "Whaaa!" he cried out, letting the noise echo through
the bathroom.  Harris lifted his head and hissed through his teeth.  He
relaxed his hand as the boy's cock dribble pre even faster.  His fingertips
trailed up Shelby's thigh and stroked over the dribbling length a few
times, letting the sinewy strands cling to his fingers before raising them
to his lips.  First, he raised one finger to his lips, motioning for Shelby
to remain silent, then he ravenously slobbered over each finger, tasting
the clear slick that remained on them.  He curled his finger again,
pressing down firmly against his prostate again.  Shelby held his breath,
trying to keep down a cry of pleasure but couldn't keep it suppressed.  He
threw his head back, but as he opened his mouth, Harris swept in and
pressed his own over the boy's, gagging him as he stuffed his tongue deep
inside the small mouth.

Harris shuddered in guilty pleasure as the mouth wrapped around his big
tongue.  Though he was by no means an infant, the boy's mouth still felt so
small as his tongue probed deep inside it, transferring the built up pre
and saliva.  He held still, waiting to feel his throat contracting, wanting
to ensure the boy would taste himself.

Shelby writhed at the new sensation.  He knew boys weren't supposed to kiss
one another.  Even the cocksuckers at his school didn't always want to
kiss.  The man's tongue sank into his trembling mouth as the strong arms
seized around him, keeping him perfectly in place.  His heart began to
pound faster as he swallowed hard, tasting the salty, musky taste of his
own body.

The two continued kissing, long after the boy's cry had subsided.  Harris
slid his finger out and peaked under him, watching Shelby's pink hole.
Animalistic lust began to well up inside him.  He wanted to be inside him.
Not just be inside him, but he wanted to fuck.  He wanted to pin this boy
down in nothing but his little apron, deflower him, and then pump load
after load of seed into that hole until it stayed wide and gaping.  His
cock throbbed scornfully, having only been stroked for the past several
days on the road.  He needed a tight, hot hole, and this boy would have to
be the one.

"My truck," he blurted out, logic quickly being overridden.  "It's the blue
one out back.  Meet me there."  He moved up to his feet, swaying back and
forth as the blood rushed to his head.  Shelby stared at him, eyebrow
slightly raised.

"What for?" he asked.  His voice was merely curious, without a hint of
suspicion or fear.  The trucker eyed him a bit more, drinking him the
rustic charm of the lad.  Maybe it was the country upbringing that didn't
instill him with fear.  Maybe he wanted it just as bad.

"To keep playing these games," he replied, but immediately regretted it.
Shelby's lower lip stuck out in a bit of a pout, annoyed by the patronizing
tone.  This kid obviously knew a thing or two and calling it a game would
only undermine his efforts.  Harris rubbed the back of his head, but he
couldn't come up with a better phrase.  It seemed all thoughts were quickly
leaving him, and if he didn't leave soon, he knew he'd just carry the naked
boy out over his shoulder.

Tugging his pants up, he pivotted and quickly charged out of the bathroom,
not even stopping to clean up the puddle of bodily fluids he'd left behind
on the floor.  He began to walk towards the door when a familiar voice
stopped him.  "Hey there, cowpoke," the grating voice called.  Harris
turned around, sweat instantly forming across his forehead.  "You weren't
planning to skip out on the bill, were you?" the waitress asked, arms
folded across her chest.  Harris felt his whole body begin to tremble as he
moved awkwardly back to his table.  He was covered in sweat, but luckily,
the waitress didn't seem to ask him about his sudden, sorry state.  He
glanced down at the bill, sitting beside eggs and coffee that were both
stone cold.  He dropped ten dollars down on the table and did his best to
muster up a calm smile for the waitress.  "Keep the change," he said
quickly.  He had barely taken time to check the price of coffee and eggs,
but he couldn't find the mental strength to analyze a proper tip.  Pushing
pass the bewildered waitress, he marched straight towards his truck.

The cold February wind cut through him the moment he stepped out, amplified
by the sweat that still matted his hair, but it did nothing to slow his
pace.  Marching along, he headed towards the shiny blue semi parked at the
end of the lot.  He wanted to bring into a dead sprint, but he already
looked suspicious enough.  He climbed inside and moved into the cab,
flopping down on the bed.  His head was swimming, partly filled with the
urge to just drive away and never look back, but also filled with the
nagging urge to see what would happen.  He checked his watch and sighed.
He'd give the boy five minutes.

***

Shelby watched as the man left the bathroom, his body still slightly
overwhelmed.  Carefully, he slid his underwear back up his hips, followed
by his pants.  His hands responded clumsily as the eased the fabric up over
his aching boy cock.  All the boys who ever sucked him before never did
anything like that.  He never knew that having a finger inside himself
could feel so good.  He closed his eyes and counted to fifty, slowly,
wanting to make sure his heart would stop pounding away inside his chest.

Easing himself off the tank of the diner's lone toilet, he carefully
stepped back down onto the floor.  Purely on instinct, he flushed the empty
toilet and washed his hands.  His reflection in the cracked mirror seemed
dirtier than usual.  His cheeks were pale and clammy, and his hair was
messy and covered in sweat.  He carefully eased his way out of the men's
room and began to sneak towards the door.  The trucker was already no where
in sight, but the lone blue truck shimmered in the distance through the
window.

"Shelby, there you are!" He nearly fainted when he heard the shout.  He
looked up sheepishly as his mother walked up to him.  "I was getting
worried.  Did you get sick?  Your cheeks are damp," she said quietly,
gently stroking his hair and touching his cheeks.

"Yeah, sick," Shelby parroted back, mind racing as he tried to find an
excuse to leave.  "Real sick.  I think I need to go home."  His mother
sighed as she pressed her hand to his forehead.

"You do feel warm," she said skeptically, "but don't think this means
you're getting out of your punishment.  Do you want me to drive you home?"

"No, Mom!" Shelby replied, trying to keep from looking too excited.  "I can
make the walk."  She sighed and gave the boy a gentle pat on the cheek.
She knew he wouldn't have been much help, but she wanted to try anyway.
The boy turned and walked out the door, already beginning to run across the
parking lot.

"Ma'am, how much are these?" a voice caught her attention.  She hurried
back to her table, mischievous son already out of her mind.

***

Shelby clambered up the big steps of the rig.  He struggled with the handle
a few times before just pounding his fist against the passenger door,
clinging to the handle to keep himself from falling.  The door swung open,
nearly knocking the boy from his perch, but a large hand snagged him by the
collar and pulled him inside.  The cab was already starting to warm up
inside but before he could even take time to explore, he was thrown onto
the bed.  Harris grabbed at the boy's pants and stripped them down,
repositioning Shelby on his back before yanking the pants entirely off.

"Anyone follow you?" he asked breathlessly, stripping himself free of his
shirt and pants, cock springing up to full mast.  Shelby only shook his
head as he moved to strip the rest of his clothes off, throwing both the
apron and shirt aside.  Harris dove down atop him, running his tongue
ravenously over his nipples and chest, tasting the sweet underage taste of
his body.  Shelby shivered as air reached the drying saliva, Harris's
tongue easing down over his soft belly.  Harris chuckled a little as his
tongued gently where the shaft met the body but refused to touch his aching
little penis.  Shelby began to whine louder, fingers grabbing at the
trucker's hair.  This only provoked him further as his tongue swerved
around the shaft and moved down over the curve of his thigh and to his
sweet hole.  The tongue pressed in deep as Harris dug his fingers into the
boy's rump cheeks, spreading them wide as possible while he pumped his
tongue inside, forcing it past all resistance.  Shelby moaned louder as he
began to writhe around, feeling the slimy tongue fucking in and out of his
hole.

"Mmmph, that feels so good," he whimpered as he stroked his hand up and
down his length.  His body throbbed and spasmed uncontrollably as Harris
let out a low snarl, pressing two fingers against the hole.  Shelby
squirmed more as his virgin hole spread around the two meaty fingertips but
even his body's natural urge to push them out was overridden as Harris
drove them in deeper.  One curled to press back down on the boy's sensative
prostate as the other pushed even further in, working roughly through the
second ring deep within the boy's insides.  Shelby wanted to cry out for
him to stop and cry out for more all at once.  He shut his eyes tight,
barely able to handle the intense, new sensations.

Harris was no longer a man, only a beast primed to fuck.  He spread his
fingers like scissors, spreading the resisting hole wider.  Shelby's cries
fell on deaf ears as Harris yanked his hand out and nursed on the fingers,
tasting the boy's sweet underage musk.  He slobbered lewdly, soaking three
fingers in saliva before pressing two back in the boy with relative ease.
One hand gripped Shelby's hip tightly as the other began to pump in and out
of him while the third fingertip began to ease into the hole, gradually
spreading him even more.  Shelby flailed his hands helplessly, grabbing at
Harris's wrist, but the trucker paid no attention, only focused on the
sweet hole that spasmed around him.

"I'm going to fuck you," he said, almost startled by his own voice.  "I'm
going to roll you onto your belly and breed you and fill you with my seed.
That's what you want, isn't it?"

"I don't know," Shelby said, his voice quivering a little as the fingers
were pulled from him again.  Harris's strong arms wrapped around him and
rolled him onto his hands and knees.  The man's body pressed down over him,
hot and hairy.  The head of his massive dick rubbed up and down the crack
of the boy's bubble butt, dribbling pre at a steady rate, slicking him up
easily.  "I'm," he began, trying to find the right words.  "I'm not a
faggot."

Harris stopped, his breath hot on the back of Shelby's neck.  "You're going
to be."  One massive hand across Shelby's eyes, blinding him briefly as
Harris reached over and grabbed the apron: bright pink and red.  He slipped
the boy's head through the neck hole and loosely fastened the back strap
around him.  He slid his hand downward, letting Shelby down at his own
apron clad body.  "Such a cute little girly apron," Harris growled, giving
another thrust of his hips, threatening to split the boy like a piece of
lumber.  "Looks good on a faggy boy like you."

"I'm not a faggot!" Shelby shouted again, wriggling in the tight grasp.
His cock pulsed as the head of the trucker's massive girth lined up with
his hole, beginning to apply steady pressure.  "I'm not!  None of this
makes me a faggot!" he shouted again, beginning to whine as his body began
to submit.  A hand wrapped around his mouth, running it's callous covered
fingers across his downy, soft cheeks, still years away from the pockmarks
of puberty.  The other arm remained wrapped tightly around his midsection,
holding him in place.  Before Shelby could ask why his mouth was being
covered, his question was brutally answered.  The thick, pulsing head of
the trucker's cock breached his hole, spreading him even wider than before.
The three fingers seemed easy compared to the sheer girth of the meat
inside him.  Shelby let out a scream only to have it muffled by the hand
wrapped tightly around him.  Harris growled gently into his ear as he
wiggled his hips, working an inch worth of the damp head in and out of the
boy's enterence.

"It's all going in you, little fag," he whispered.  "If you want me to
slick up the rest of it, start licking at my hand."  Shelby felt tears
burning at his eyes as the pain coursed through him, his hole squeezing
tight as it could around the head, trying to push it out.  "Mmmm, I can
feel you resisting, kid.  You should just relax and take it like a little
queer.  Here, I'll help you out."  He reached down under the apron and
wrapped the whole hand around the boy's little pecker.  Shelby squirmed
more as the pain mixed with the pleasures of being stroked.  He dribbled
pre even faster in the palm before Harris pulled his glistening fingertips
back up to the boy.  "Clean them off.  I bet you fucking love the taste of
dick."

Shelby remained silence, a few tears falling down his cheeks as he nursed
on fat fingertips that only minutes ago had been deep inside his hole.  It
still tasted musky as he nursed on them, trying to coat the entire hand in
saliva like he was told, licking up the pre and spitting it back onto the
waiting palm.  He sniffled again, whining, not from the pain, but from just
how much he loved the taste.  Every mouthful helped him forget about wide
cock filling his hole.  Harris chuckled and pulled his hand back, rubbing
the mix of the boy's pre and spit around the veiny shaft, giving another
small buck of his hips to drive even deeper inside the boy.  Shelby
thrashed more in Harris's strong grasp, but each move was only met with
another thrust from the horny trucker, spreading him even deeper.  The head
pressed firmly against the second ring inside the boy.

"Relax, faggot," Harris said, rolling his hips to grind the head hard
against the hole.  "Be good and take it all, or you're getting a spanking."
Shelby swallowed hard and closed his eyes, trying as hard as he could relax
his body.  The rod inside him pulsed and throbbed, causing him to quiver
and tense.  He bit his lower lip again, cracking the skin, and the huge
shafted thrust again, pushing deeper inside him.  Harris moaned loudly, "Oh
fuck!  Oh fuck, that feels good.  Mmmm."  He craned his head down and
gripped Shelby's chin with his free hand.  Roughly turning his head to the
side, he ran his tongue over the bleeding lip, savoring the bitter irony
taste of his blood before trusting his tongue into the boy's mouth, sharing
the taste with him.  His shaft sank even deeper as his tongue dueled with
Shelby's, both wrestling for superiority.  Harris threw his head back and
gave one last hard thrust, his low hanging balls slapping against Shelby's
tight sack.  "There.  Good and deflowered," he uttered breathlessly.
Before Shelby could even reply, both hands gripped around his hips, fingers
digging hard into his body.

"Ow!" Shelby yelped, whimpering as he felt bruises already beginning to
form under the tightly gripping hands, but Harris only drew back and slid
his hips forward, eyes glued to the soft hairless butt, watching as his
cock moved in and out of the boy's tight, tiny body.  "Mister, it's really
big!  Mister!" he began shouting, mind spinning as Harris began to fuck
him.  The thrusts were slow at first, each time the head dragged along his
sensitive insides, evoking whimpers of pleasure from him.  Each thrust that
followed contained a bit more force, making the moans louder and louder.
"Oh, fuck!" Shelby shouted, one of his rare uses of the word.  He whined
louder, like a puppy with a hurt paw, as Harris began to pump roughly in
and out of his body.

"Little faggot takes a cock like a champ.  Don't you?  Don't you just love
this?"  he shouted, falling back down atop the boy, knocking Shelby down
onto his belly with his cocklet caught between his belly and the soft
apron.  He shut his eyes tight as Harris's hips worked into a blur,
ruthlessly pummeling his hole with thrust after thrust.  "I asked you a
question, kid.  Better answer!"  "I like it, Mister!" Shelby shouted, eyes
returning to his eyes.  It wasn't a lie; he was loving every minute of
having that heavy sweaty body pressed down atop him.

"I didn't ask if you liked it.  I asked if you loved it, fag!"  Harris
shouted, wrapping an arm around Shelby's rib cage as the other groped and
squeezed his soft ass cheek.

"I love it!" Shelby shouted, sniffling as the tears began to run down his
cheeks faster.

"Love what?"

"I love getting fucked!"

"And what are you?"

Shelby took a deep breath, his vision only a swirling blur as Harris used
him like a toy, for no other purpose than a sperm bank, a place to blow his
load.  He took a second deep, quivering breath, the cock inside him
twitching, already on the edge as he instinctively tightened, milking
around the length.  "I'm a little faggot," he said quietly, realizing that
there would never be any going back.

"What was that?"  Harris asked, cock throbbing hard inside the boy's tiny
hole.  Even with the savage fucking, he remained tight and eager.  All
attempts to push him out had stopped and now his body welcomed him deep
inside each time.

"I'm a little faggot, Mister!  I love getting fucked!" Shelby shouted,
thrusting his hips back, trying to pull the cock back inside.  A big
calloused hand swatted down hard against his ass cheek, letting out a
resounding crack.  Shelby winced as he felt heat tingling under the big
palm that grabbed his ass, pinning him back down to the mattress.  Harris
drew all the way out, watching the spread spasming hole under him as his
own cock pulsed and twitched as well.

"Get up and ride me," he said, leaning back up against the wall.  He closed
his eyes, fighting off climax, watching as the apron clad boy awkwardly
crawled back over to him.  He showed no resistance and eagerly moved back
up into Harris's lap, pink apron spread out in front of him.  "Little sissy
faggot," he snarled as the boy aligned himself, tending in the front of his
apron.

"I'm a little sissy faggot," Shelby whispered as he pressed himself down on
the fat dick.  His body opened up again, feeling complete and whole once
more.  He began to bounce up and down eagerly, wanting to feel it pulsing
and throbbing in him again.  Lust had overtaken them both as the boy
bounced and rode him, each time sinking down to the hilt before springing
back up.  Harris shut his eyes tight, fighting back climax.

"You fucking love it, don't you?  Love my thick dick in your boy pussy?"
he shouted, moving under the apron to stroke across the hairless body.

"I do!  I love it all!" Shelby shouted, moaning louder as the hands pinched
at his nipples, teasing and toying with them as he bounced even faster up
and down on the length.  His body seized up as stars sparked in his eyes.
He threw his head back and cried out loud and hard.  Hot cum shot into the
back of the apron, oozing and sticking to the fabric as a large dark spot
began to form there.  He rode harder and faster, cumming more than he ever
thought possible.  Harris took no time to even taunt the boy.  Both hands
gripped Shelby's hips as his cock slammed back down to the hilt and drew
out again.  He held the boy suspended in the air and fucked up into him
over and over again, assaulting the hole even rougher and faster than
before.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," he shouted, "I'm going to fucking blow my load
inside you.  I'm going to make you leak hot trucker cum down those soft boy
thighs of yours.  You want it, don't you?"

"I do!" Shelby shouted as loud as he could.  "I want you cum in me!"

"Fuck, FUCK!  Mmmmph!  Oh, Fuck, yeah!  Fuck, I'm cumming!" Harris
screamed, slamming back down to the hilt, as cum gushed, wave after wave
inside the boy.  He didn't slow his thrusts, letting the cum keep filling
him.  Shelby moaned more as the thick seed spurted over and over inside
him.  Harris yanked out roughly, causing cum to splatter lewdly from the
boy's stretched hole.  Shelby cried out again as the trucker roughly pulled
out of him, but Harris grabbed him by the back of the head and stuffed his
still cumming cock back into the boy's mouth.  Shelby wriggled around,
tasting his own hole around the shaft as the salty cum filled his mouth.
He swallowed as fast as he could, but there was no keeping up.  Seed ran
down the corners of his mouth and over his chin.  Harris pulled out from
his mouth and smeared the last oozing drops across the boy's cheeks and
forehead, christening and baptizing him in semen.

Both laid there in bed, panting for breath.  Shelby tried hard to close his
hole, but after the savage fucking, cum still oozed out of him even when he
clenched down as hard as he could.  Silently, wordlessly, Harris picked the
boy up, still clad in only his apron.  He slipped his socks and shoes back
over his small feet and carried him outside.  Harris, still naked, flinched
from the cold wind, but he set the boy back down on the ground, turned,
climbed back into his truck, and shut the door.  Shelby stood in the cold,
bewildered, almost naked.  The truck rumbled to life as he glanced up at
Harris at the wheel.  The trucker smiled back down at him, giving him a
little wave before pulling out of the parking lot and turning back on to
the highway.

Shelby wrapped the apron around himself tighter as he turned towards the
sidewalking, wondering if he'd be able to sneak home before anyone caught
him.  As he took his first step, he glanced over at another rig, bright
yellow and idling at the edge of the lot.  He reached behind himself,
pushing two fingers into his cumsoaked hole, feeling both slip inside with
ease.  His cock began to ache again as he stared at the truck.  He already
felt empty.

He wanted to be filled again.

And he began walking, apron fluttering in the wind.