Date: Sun, 27 Apr 2008 06:22:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: jack mack <triwritng@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kid Blue    chp.3

			 KID BLUE

			   Chp.3

    I headed home on my 'bike, doing a lot of thinking
on the way. I had REALLY enjoyed my day, and all the
experiances: And I mean ALL!. Also, having $200.00 in
my pocket was very nice!

    But, I also knew that if I flashed money around
there would be many questions asked by Mom, and maybe
others too, so the answer was to hide it until I was
older, and could explain it. Besides I already had it
in my mind to eventually have an OTR career, and
really wanted to own my own rig: But that ,of course
was at least 8 years "down the road", so to speak. I
also knew I had to safe-guard, not only my money, but
my reputation at home and school. The money was
easy..a glass jar buried was as good as it gets for
the short term, and going to the truck stop only on
weekends should take care of the other. During the
week I would be the kinda nerdy kid that keeps to
himself, and is shy.

   Mom was working weekends, and had days off during
the week, so that was ok. All I had to do was be sure
nobody at the truckstop caught on to what I was doing:
 Unfortunatly THAT didn't last long! The very next day
(Sunday) when I rode my bike down there and chained it
back by the dumpsters, A guy came over to me, and
introduced himself as the Manager, and he called me
"Kid Blue". I was shocked, and scared! When he said
"Follow me", I figured  my whole plan was down the
tube.

   We went inside, and into a small tidy office. He
told me to sit down and leaned back against the desk
with his arms folded. His first words were," You arn't
the first guy turning tricks around here but you are
the youngest, so you better understand the rules: No
ripping any drivers off, no complaining if YOU get
ripped off, and you take care of me whenever I want."

    It took a moment for me to realise what he meant,
and that I wasn't getting arrested, or having my Mom
called down here. I had noticed when we entered the
office he had locked the door when he closed it, but I
thought that was to keep me from runing out, but now
it dawned on me there might be another reason. I
relaxed somewhat, and took a better look at my ( as I
was sure he was going to be) new 'friend'. About
mid-thirtys, nice build, not a slob anyway, short (
but taller that me).


   I looked him in the eye, and nodded my head that I
understood. Then for the first time he smiled, and I
realized he really was sorta goodlooking in a soft
kind of way. His arms unfolded, and still leaning back
on the desk, put them on the edge, at the same time
spreading his legs slightly. The chair I was in was an
office type and I rolled it closer to him and between
his legs, still looking up at,and into his eyes.
Slowly I reached up to his fly, took hold of the
zipper and pulled it down. He quickly unbuckled his
belt and sliped the top button open, allowing his
hard-on to push his underware out. He was surprisingly
long, so that the dark purple head was above the hem
of his shorts, slick with pre-cum.

    With a hand on each of his hips I pulled slightly
on his pants, and as he raised his butt, slid them and
his shorts down his compleatly hairless legs.Then I
saw that he didn't have any pubic hair either, and I
realized he must shave ALL over cause I could feel a
little stubble here and there like it had been a day
or two since he had shaved. I wondered how he was able
to shave like that 'cause there are places on your
body you can never see, let alone reach.

    He placed a hand on my head, and gently positioned
me closer to that free-standing dick. It was a natural
movement forward to take it in my mouth, and run my
tongue slowly all over and around the bulbous head,
then down a little  to lick the bottom ridge, before
allowing it slide on in my mouth and down my throat.
His sigh told me he liked what I was doing, and his
hip movement assured he he was really interestd in
just how good I was. It only took a short while to
convince him I was GREAT at sucking, and he came hard,
hot, and a lot!

   He held my head in place while he pumped the last
of his cum into me, then pulled me up with his arms
around me, and gave me a long, tounge deep, kiss  on
my lips. "I think we will get along just fine,Kid."
was all he said. Standing up he pulled his pants up,
and stepping over to the door, glanced out, and then
motioned me out. As I got a step or two outside, he
said," Kid , you can call me Bruce", then closed his
office door.

   I went out into the parking area. I was just
about10:00 o'clock in the morning, and a nice day. I
pulled my blue 'kerchief about 6" out of my hip
pocket, walking slowly past the line of rigs taking
fuel, and to the back where others were waiting for
orders, or drivers eating in the Cafe, or whatever. I
hadn't gone far when a big Tanker blinked its lights,
and when I glanced at it the driver smiled down at me.
Going around to the passenger side, I heard the lock
click down, and with a little difficulty climbed up to
pull open the door.

  "Come on in, Kid. I'm Fred, and I hear you like to
travel on these rigs. Is that right."

   "As long as I can be sure of getting a ride back
here, I do, Fred." I replied.

    " No problem, kiddo. I'll have you a return trip
back when ever you want. The word is out that you are
a very nice, and willing boy, and everyone will watch
out for you. You are just cuter than a bugs ear, and i
am sure you and I will get along fine, I'm running
solo so we will get on the rad, and pull over when we
want, OK?"

   I smiled and nodded. Fred got moveing slowly thru
the Tank, and out onto the interstate. We talked, and
got kind of aquainted as he climbed through the gears.
 When we were in the traffic flow, once again I was
amazed at the view from up there, and the thrill of
the powerful engine throbbing under me. I realized I
had a hard-on already, (or maybe still since I hadn't
cum with Bruce).

    Fred smiled at me, and suggested I get
comfortable. I must have looked confused because he
laughed, and told me I could take my clothes off if I
wanted too. I don't really think he cared if I wanted
to or not, but I was sure he wanted me  naked, so with
a bit of showtime, I unsnapped, unbuttoned,
wiggled,and flashed some skin befor stacking all my
clothes on the floor. My cock was REALLY stiff by that
time, and peeking at Fred, it was obvious (even with
his clothes on) he was hard too.

    It just a short slide over to between the seats,
and behind the center console to where I could croutch
right next to Fred's legs. His right hand was busy
with the gears, but each time he reached over me to
shift, his hand passed over and on my bare shoulders,
and chest, tweeking my nipples a couple of times. I
liked that. My left hand was between Fred's legs
rubbing a big mound of flesh that I was getting
curious to se ( and feel). ith a little work I was
able to get his 'jeans unbuttoned, and his belt
unbucklled , then spread his fly enough to slide his
jockeys down his shaft and free up the biggest cock I
had seen yet.He spread his legs even more for a second
and I was able to work his ball sack free too. My God,
he was big!

    I got my head under the steering wheel, but all I
could take was most of that huge head, and sort of
lick/suck it. Fred didn't push me away so I was sure
he liked that. After a while of me sucking/licking,
and Fred rubbing my back and what he could reach of my
butt, I felt him turning the wheel to the right, an we
were on an off-ramp. I raised up lokking out the
winshield. There was no rest stop, or even truck stop,
just arrows pointing off to some town, or other. Fred
pulled across the road, and onto the on-ramp, but
stopped over on the shoulder, going to neutral, and
setting the brakes.

   Turning in the seat and with a horse voice he
said,"I think it time to go to the sleeper, don't
you?"

   I showed my agreement by moving quickly thru the
cutain to the sleeping area, with Fred right behind
me, already stripping his clothes off, and that club
of a dick waving at a 45* angle, jutting from below a
substantial belly.

    " I don't expect you to deep throat me, or let me
butt-fuck you, Kid. It just ain't gonna happen with a
guy your size as young and new  at this stuff as you
are, but if you last for awhile I will get into you
eventually," He said with a smile as big as his cock.

    I gave him a smile (of relief) in return and told
myself to do the best I could for this nice driver,
altho I wasn't too sure what he said about my
eventually taking him up my ass was EVER gonna
happen.He laid on his back in the bunk, and I kneeled
between his legs to take his big knob in my mouth, and
starting slowly, began to suck him. Gradually, I was
able to take a little more in with each stroke, and I
could watch his face get more erlaxed with each bob of
my head. His large hands rested on my head and only
very gently pushed me down, never more than I could
take. He came rather quickly, (and a LOT!) but iwas
able to handle most of it: then as he softend I was
able to go down on his shat further, using my tongue
to clean and lick his shaft. He really liked that. so
did I. When he started to get hard again, it wasn't
quite the size it was before, and easier to get a
little more in my mouth, altho my jaws began to ache ,
and I had to stop moving for a short rest.

    He pulled me up his hairy body, and kissed me long
and deep, then shifted me around so that my hard-on
was available to his hot mouth. He proceeded to all
but swallow my smaller cock and balls working his hot
tounge around like a blender. I couldn't hold back at
all, shooting as big a load as I ever had to him. He
kept working me 'till I was almost crazy with pleasant
feelings, and he finaly stop'd. My cumming seemed to
satisfy him to as his pole was going soft along with
mine.

   We lay in each other's arms for a few minutes,
kissing and caressing each other. He was, and is, very
hairy, and I kind of like to run my fingers thru it
all over his body. Finally he groaned and told me as
much as he wanted to hold me all day, he had to get
moving, so we got out of the bunk and he dressed, but
asked me to stay naked as he like looking at my body:
that made me feel nice.

    We were rolling quickly, and he picked up the
radio mike. When he talked I could hear his words, but
didn't understand all that he was saying at that
time.( I did learn all the shortcuts, codes, and
idioms soon, but it took awhile) The gist of it was
that he arranged for me to transfer to another rig on
down the road about 75 miles at a reststop. When he
looked at me with a raised eyebrow, I smiled and
nodded "Yes".

   A little over an hour later we pulled into a
Highway Rest Stop, and we parked between two other
rigs idling there. Fred reached into his wallet, and
gave me $50.00 with a smile.Climbing down we went to
the restroom, and did our things, and when we came
back out my friend walked us down to a differant truck
parked a few down from ours. The driver climbed down
as we approached, saying," Hi" to us both, and "You
must be Kid Blue. I've heard some really nice things
about you, buddy. Like to move on down road with me
for awhile?"

   He was a nice looking older guy, not much bigger,
if that, than me. I nodded OK, and smiled at him, then
turned to the Fred, and shook his hand good-by. I was
off on the next leg of a wonderful,interesting, and
well paid journey.

            To be contiued?

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