Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2017 13:53:57 +0000
From: J a skehan <jaskejr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hank the trucker

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where you live, please leave now. If you are underage, please leave now and
come back when you understand the difference between fiction and
nonfiction. This work is pure fiction from the imagination of the writer.
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Hank Tucker, the trucker
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Let me start by introducing myself. I'm Hank Tucker, a long and short haul
trucker in my mid-thirties. An ex-marine, I've tried to maintain my marine
toned body. It helps in my profession- driving a big rig. At 6 foot two,
230 pounds, blond, I've your average single American guy. Well, maybe not
typical. I do have some different interests. This will be the story of one
of those interest.

  I live and work out of Wilmington, North Carolina. Mostly I haul
containers of goods from the port of Wilmington to the western part of the
Carolinas. I live on the rural outskirts of the city, on a small piece of
land, two acres, and in a small house left to me by my grandfather. The
rest of the family lives in Georgia. I'm glad to have the space to indulge
in my own life here. My neighbors are mostly middle and lower income folks,
like me. We're not fancy and don't hold with putting on airs, like some
city folks. Some of my fellow truckers have given me a nick name - Tucker,
the Trucker, Fucker. If they only knew!

  My small, three bedroom house has a large barn behind it. I use it to
store my 10 year old car and my Ducati motor bike. It also serves as a
place where I can work on my rig. I own the rig and mostly use it to haul
containers from the large ships that use the port. I've been hauling for 8
years now, working under contracts with a few shippers in Wilmington.

  Due to my irregular schedule for the past few years I've hired a
neighbor's son, Devin, to do my yard work and look after my dog, Kip. Devin
Parker's father, Hank, is a mechanic and his mother teaches at the local
elementary school. Devin's main interest in school is sports, football and
ice hockey to be exact. He seems to like contact sports. Devin's parents
worry that at the end of this year, his senior year in high school, he'll
be adrift with no real job skills. With three other kids, they can ill
afford to send him off to a college. At 18 now, Devin has shown little
interests in any job skill. Hank and I have talked over beers about the
boy's future. I'd known the boys since he was 10.

 Hank is not a member of a small group of men, 6 to 12, who gather once a
month in the backroom of my barn to worship. Our scripture is ancient. We
worship the old Greek god of fertility- Priapus. Each month we meet to
practice the rites which I learned overseas while in the Marines. The
rituals involve male bonding of a special sort. It normally ends with an
orgy where each member offers himself to the others as a vessel for their
sacred sperm, the source of all life. But more of that another time.

 Hank has asked me if I would be willing to take his son on one of my hauls
over the spring break. He figured that the boy might develop an interest in
driving. We called Devin into discuss it. The boy seemed willing to give it
a try, having nothing else to do over the break and needing some money. He
would be company on my long trips and help maintain the rig. Now, the rig
was very comfortable. I'd spent some time and money enhancing it. To be
honest, most of my income went toward the rig and my house. Behind the
driver's and passenger's seats there was a small cabin with a double bed
with storage underneath and over it. On one wall was a flat screen TV-DVD
player and on the opposite wall was a small fan that provided some cool air
when I slept. There was a mini-fridge for cold drinks and some foods.

  At promptly 3AM on the day I was scheduled to leave Devin was at my door
with a backpack. He took Kip over to his house for his younger brother to
watch. I checked the rig, loaded some sodas and a few sandwiches, and made
sure I had a full tank of gas. I was locking the house when Devin
returned. We headed for the shipping terminal to pick up the first
container. In these high tech times both the rig cabin and the container
had GPS to help the main office keep check of our progress. With the new
regulations restricting the number of hours I could drive before a break,
the office had to maintain track of where I was and notify me when I needed
to break for 4 hours. I explained all of this to Devin as the container was
being loaded. We went to the office to collect my routing pack for the next
four days. This trip would involve 3 deliveries. I'd go from the port to
point A. Drop off the container, pick up another one to take to point
B. Deliver that one to point C and pick up one to be brought back to the
terminal in Wilmington. I introduced Devin to my boss and explained that
he's be my "helper" for the week. The boss joked that he was sure the boy
would be a great help to me. He had an idea of the kind of help I'd need.

 Before leaving the yard I checked in with the CB radio and we were
off. The first hour of the trip was spent explaining our route and the
normal routines of hauling. Devin had lots of questions which I attempted
to answer. He was silent for a while after that. I finally decided to ask
him, " Is something bothering you? Are there any questions you have?" He
looked at the passing scenery before speaking " OK, this is something I
curious about. I've heard stories about the wild life that truckers
have. Is it true?" I suspected that this would come up and was ready.
"Well." I paused, " Some do manage to get a little sex on the trips at the
more popular truck stops. There may be a mobile home parked on the edge of
the truck parking lot, near the showers. I never use the services of those
women, not knowing what STDs they might be carrying. I'd advise you to do
the same for those same reasons." He thought for a while and then asked
"Don't you get lonely or horny?" I laughed "of course I do. That's when I
slip a porn DVD into the TV in the back and pleasure myself. I keep a
variety just for that use. Drugs and booze are not permitted. But no rule
says we can't find out ways of release." He seemed shocked at that. "But
the preacher says self abuse is sinful and we'll go to hell for it." I
couldn't help laughing since I know most of the local fire and brimstone
preachers are always getting something on the side. "Devin, what they say
and do are two different things. Haven't you seen the news stories on the
net and the TV about those big name TV preachers who have been caught with
hookers of both sexes?" He seemed eager now to talk and we spent the next
few hours recounting those stories. I had a feeling that Devin was a virgin
to all sex. He likely had been convinced that the preacher's word was the
law of personal behavior.

  The first part of the trip took six hours. The container was offloaded
and the next one loaded in a matter of just 20 minutes. Getting the
paperwork signed took a few more and we were off to point B. Three hours
into the trip the CB radio buzzed. The main office signaled that it was
close to time for me to take a four hour break. I replied that I'd stop at
the next truck stop. The truck stop came up in just 20 minutes. I pulled
in, parked a bit of away from the other trucks. Devin and I locked up the
truck, checked the tires and rig before heading in to get something to
eat. The diner was filled with the loud conversations of the truckers. The
food was good, as usual. After eating I told Devin that we'd best use the
shower facilities since this was one of the nicer ones. We went behind the
diner to the small building with the showers. Clean towels had been
provided by the diner owners. The plan was simple- a small area for
undressing and an open shower area with 2 pole type showers. There was no
privacy here. You faced the other men showering.  Devin seemed shy at
first. I looked around and saw that there were three men at one of the
shower poles. The other was empty. I undressed quickly, noticing that the
boy was slow to undress. "Don't be ashamed of your body. We all have the
same equipment, sometimes just a little different. Besides we don't want to
get the cabin of the rig smelling all funky." He undressed and took a place
directly across from me at the available shower pole. Looking behind him I
noticed that the other guys had started to help each other clean up. Soapy
hands were scrubbing backs and even asses.  Some of the guys had even
sprouted hardons. I kept Devin from noticing this by talking to him about
our trip. I did notice the boy's well sculpted body and long, uncut
dick. He carried a true six pack of abs and a nice, soft 7 inch cock with
low hanging balls. His pubic bush had been cut close, making the genitals
look even bigger. As we showered I noticed that his cock seemed to get
chubby. I openly soaped my balls and cock. This brought an involuntary moan
from the boy. He turned away to rinse his back, giving me a great view of
his nice ass. As he turned he saw the other three men openly caressing each
other's butts. Some had even managed to slip a finger into the crack and
even further into a hot willing hole. Their moans became more noticeable as
the action increased.

  At this point I decided that Devin has seen enough. His own cock had
risen to an admirable stiff 8 inches. I turned off the water indicating
that our shower was over. Outside I watched as Devin bent over a bench to
dry his legs and feet. His pretty pink star fish winked for me to see. My
own cock began to stiffen so I quick dressed to return to the rig. The boy
noticed my haste to leave and rapidly dressed to follow me. I was sure that
he didn't want to be left with the three horny men in the shower shed.

  Once in the cab with the curtains drawn, I stripped out of my jeans and T
shirt while Devin stood between the seats, confused. "I usually sleep in
the nude but since you're here I thought that I'd keep my boxers on." I
said in a matter of fact manner. He blushed before beginning to strip his
own cloths off and replied " I guess I should go all the way so that we'd
both be comfortable." Saying that he pulled his boxer briefs off, tossing
them over with his other things. I raised up, pulling my boxers off too. We
both had very respectable hardons. "You have a really nice body. How do you
do it?" I looked at the blushing boy with a man sized cock. "Haven't you
ever seen a naked grown man before?" He whispered "I've seen the other guys
in the showers at school. But I've never seen a grown man before, not seen
one with a hard on." I then knew that I'd have to be careful with the
boy. It was obvious that he was a virgin to man on man sex. I looked into
his glazed eyes, saying quietly "You can touch it if you want." He
hesitated for a moment before stepping forward with an outstretched hand.

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