Date: Wed, 9 Oct 2013 17:10:26 +0100
From: Mike . <mike14210@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Tom Rides Into My Life - Part 1

This is my first story on Nifty. It tells of an inexperienced young man's
introduction to man sex.

Tom Rides Into My Life - Part 1

From my early teens I knew I was different to other boys. They were
chatting up girls at the school gate; I was admiring their developing
bodies in the changing room.

Now I didn't even have that. I had left school and had almost two and a
half months to wait before college. Now I could only watch Tom. He was the
son of our neighbours two doors away and about 10 years older than me and
lived with his parents who were great friends of my Mum and Dad.

I often watched Tom from my bedroom window at the back of the house,
especially if he was mowing the lawn or carrying out other garden work when
he stripped shirtless. He was over 6 feet tall and had a gorgeous muscular
body. His job was a long distance truck driver and sometimes he left his
massive truck outside the house which drew complaints from the
neighbours. He also rode a motorcycle and I often admired him wearing his
shiny black leathers.

I had never spoken much to Tom other than a quick 'hi' when passing, after
all he was much older than me and I thought out of my league. That was
until my Mum asked me to take a magazine round to his Mum. I rang the bell
and Tom came to the door.

"Hi Mike, what can I do for you?" Tom asked.

"Hi." I said nervously handing over the magazine. "My mum's sent this for
your Mum."

"She's not here, but come in for a minute" Tom invited.

I thought all my birthdays had come at once, but what could I talk to him
about, we had nothing in common. Tom led me through to the kitchen and
invited me to sit at the breakfast bar.

"Fancy a coffee or a coke?" he asked. "And I think there's some biscuits
around here somewhere."

"A coke would be great, thanks." I replied.

Tom opened the fridge and took out two cokes, slid one down to me and
located the biscuits.

"Help yourself, but don't take all the chocolate ones." He joked. "We've
never had a chat before, which is strange when parents are such good
friends. I've seen you watching me in the garden; you should have come
round and helped me."

I felt embarrassed and decided to change the subject. "I like your
motorbike, how fast will it go?" I blurted out.

Tom grinned. "Yeah, it's one mean beast. Don't tell my Mum but I've had it
up to 120 and it would have done more.

"Wow! No cops about I hope." I said jokingly.

"No, I'm pretty careful, can't afford to lose my licence with my job." Tom
replied. "Talking of jobs, Mum said you've just finished school, you
starting work or what?"

"I'm going to college, but that's over two months away, so I'm trying to
find something temporary, not found anything yet unfortunately." I told
him.

Tom thought for a moment. "I'm not promising anything, but my firm
sometimes takes on students to cover over the summer holiday period,
usually part-time. It could be in the office or in the warehouse. Want me
to ask?"

"Yes please." I said enthusiastically. "That would be great, thanks."

"OK, I'll let you know tomorrow night if I can." He promised. "Now I'd
better clear up here before Mum gets home and wants to cook.

I thanked him again and he saw me to the door. "See you later Buddy Boy."
He said and ruffled my hair as I passed him on the doorstep.

I couldn't believe what had just happened. From hardly ever speaking to
chatting for about half an hour and then him offering to find me a job. Not
forgetting the touch as I left and he called me 'Buddy Boy'. Was this
really happening?

The following day passed slowly as I waited for the evening when Tom may
have some news for me.  We had finishing dinner when the doorbell rang. I
almost knocked over my chair in excitement. Tom stood at the door in his
work clothes which I found a bit of a turn on.

"Good news Buddy Boy." He used that name again. "They need some to cover
part time in the shipping office. I've put in a good word and the boss will
see you tomorrow morning at nine. Don't be late!"

"I won't." I said excitedly "Thanks, I won't let you down."

"You'd better not, or else!" He threatened jokingly, holding a fist against
my face. "Now I need to get changed before dinner. My Mum doesn't like me
around the house in my work clothes."

I watched him disappear down the path. I liked the work clothes; they made
him look even more a real man.

The interview went fine. The boss, Mr Charlesworth, offered me a job in the
office as soon as I told him what qualifications I had gained at
school. Mornings initially and starting the following day. I looked out for
Tom that evening to tell him the good news, but he wasn't around. He must
have been away on an overnight delivery.

I had no problems with the job which involved booking loads in and out and
allocating loads to drivers such as Tom. I finished early in the
afternoon. Just as I was leaving a truck pulled into the compound and I
recognised the driver as Tom. He stopped the truck, jumped down from the
cab and shouted "Hey! How's the working boy?"

I walked over to him "Great." I replied. "And it's all thanks to you."

"That's OK Buddy Boy, glad to help." He said with a grin, Tom had a crocked
smile which was another thing about him that I found attractive.

I stood looking up into the cab through the open door. "Jump up if you
like, have a look round." Tom offered.

I climbed into the cab, it was bigger than I expected and immediately I
noticed a scent, not unpleasant, in fact a bit of a turn on. A mixture of
his leather jacket which hung at the back of his seat, diesel oil and a
working man's smell. I took in deep breath becoming excited. Tom climbed in
beside me causing the scent to increase. Of course, he had been in this cab
for some time and overnight too. There was a sleeping compartment at the
back of the cab where he must have spent some time last night.

Tom pointed out various controls and then paused. "Hey, I've just thought
of something. You're only working part time at the moment. You could come
on the truck with me sometime when it doesn't clash with your work in the
office. Interested?"

Interested? At that moment I couldn't think of anything I'd like
more. "Yes, if you're serious, I'd like that." My reply was a bit of an
understatement.

Tom was working the following weekend and I only worked weekdays so that
seemed the obvious time. He was due to leave at 5am and I had no way of
getting to the depot.

"No problem, you can ride on the back of the bike." Tom offered. "I've got
a spare helmet and an old leather jacket somewhere, may be a bit big, but
better than nothing. Oh, you'll also need some proper boots with
protection, you're not allowed on the truck without them, don't suppose
you've got any, but I've got another pair, you can borrow."

Later that evening he brought round the heavy boots, with toe cap
protection. "They may be a bit big, just wear an extra pair of thick
socks." He suggested.

Was this really happening? A trip with Tom in his truck and now I had a
pair of his boots which I couldn't resist sniffing to take in his scent.

I was so excited I had difficulty sleeping on Friday night. I had set my
alarm for 4am so I wasn't late, but didn't need it. I dressed in old
clothes, jeans and the boots, went downstairs watching for signs of
Tom. Eventually I saw him at the front of his house dressed in this work
clothes with his leather jacket over the top.

"Morning Buddy Boy, not overslept then?" He handed me his spare leather
jacket and helmet then checked I had fastened it on correctly and mounted
the bike. "Jump on and we'll be off."

I joined him on the back of the bike, so close our bodies were touching and
I caught the scent of his leather jacket.

With little traffic at the time of day we were quickly at the depot where
Tom's loaded truck was waiting. I was all ready to climb into the cab.

"Not so quick." He corrected. "There's things to check first."

He took me around the truck showing me how to check the fastenings on the
side curtains, then the lights and signalling equipment. We finally climbed
into the cab were he checked the gauges for fuel, water etc. We were
finally ready to go and Tom expertly steered the truck out of the compound
and before long we were on the open road.

We chatted generally about our families. Then Tom asked. "You got a
girlfriend?"

What should I say? The only reply I could quickly think of was "Not at the
moment."

"Ever had one?" Was Tom's next question.

I decided to come clean. "No, never." I confessed softly.

Tom's reply shocked me. "Thought not, neither have I, never had any
interest. So, you've confirmed my suspicions, you're gay."

"Yes." I replied in almost a whisper. "I suppose I am."

"Nothing to be ashamed of Buddy Boy." Tom assured me.

We then both fell silent for a while. I looked across at Tom who looked
deep in thought. After a few more minutes he said there was a truck stop up
ahead and we were due a break. We pulled into the lorry park and Tom
manoeuvred the truck into a parking bay, switched off the engine and turned
to me.

"I really like you, y'know." He said softly and placed a hand on my
thigh. A charge like an electric shock shot though my body. "You want to
take this any further?"

"And I like you too; you've been so good to me. Yes, of course I do, but
I've had no experience." I confessed.

"No need to worry about that. It can be fun leaning and I'd love to be your
teacher if that's what you'd like." He replied.

I was getting excited. "Anytime you like." I told him.

Tom leaned across and put his arm around my shoulders, pulled me towards
him and brought his lips to mine and forcing his tongue between my lips,
entered my mouth. I was in heaven, after years of fantasising my fantasies
had come to life. He held me tight, his lips against mine, his tongue
exploring my mouth. I then became aware of his hand sliding down the back
of my jeans and into my crack. He found the spot and eased his finger in
causing me to gasp.

"You OK?" He asked. "Want me to stop?"

"No, don't stop." I gasped. This was all new to me and I was enjoying every
minute.

Eventually we broke apart. "Enjoy that?" Tom asked with a grin.

"You know I did." I replied.

"Looks like it." Tom was looking at the bulge in front of my jeans. "You
and me both." He said as he took my hand and placed it on the massive bulge
on the front of his jeans.

"Don't suppose you've ever sucked a cock?" Tom asked.

"No never, only thought about it." I confessed.

"Want to try?" He asked.

"What here?" I asked.

"No time like the present. Tell you what; you kneel down on the floor
facing the seat." He instructed.

I did as he said and he slid across to where I had been sitting, unzipped
his jeans and took out his hard erect cock. I had seen other boy's cocks in
the changing room, but only a fleeting glance and never this close
up. Tom's was beautiful, larger than mine and with a mushroom head that
appeared to slightly glisten. I instinctively opened my mouth and closed my
lips around his gorgeous manhood.  My first cock and it felt good.  Tom
took my head and guided it forward forcing his cock further into my
mouth. As I got closer to his body I caught the musky scent of his balls
which added to the pleasure.

As Tom moved my head backwards and forwards I began to suck, I hoped it was
giving him pleasure.  After a short time I felt Tom's body stiffen; I just
hoped I was doing this right.

Tom eventually spoke. "That's right Buddy Boy, you suck that cock."

I continued, sucking harder, Tom's cock going deeper into my
mouth. Suddenly his body stiffened again, more violently than before, and I
felt his juice spurting into my mouth. I had never tasted cum before. It
was unlike anything else I had ever tasted and not unpleasant. But it was
Tom's and that was all that mattered. I swallowed it down.

"Wow! You're a natural. Come here Buddy Boy." Tom helped me up onto the
seat, pulled me to him and our lips came together again.

"You OK with all this?" He asked as we broke apart.

"Never better." I assured him. "I've waited a long time for that."

Tom looked at the front of my jeans, I was still hard. "Let's do something
about that." He offered.

He began to undo the top of my jeans, then undid the zip, slid my jeans and
briefs down and took my hard cock in his hand.

"Hello little man." He joked looking at my cock. "Or perhaps not so
little."

Slowly he began to work my cock, it felt good, no one else had ever done it
before. Gradually he increased the speed making me moan in ecstasy and I
felt pre-cum oozing from by cock.

"I'm coming!" I yelled.

"Yes you come Buddy Boy." Tom whispered in my ear.

I came like I had never done before. Cum exploded into Tom's hand and
dripped onto the top of my legs. Tom looked at me and gave me one of his
crooked grins.

"Looks like you needed that." He joked, and licked some of my cum from his
hand, then held it up to my lips.

Fortunately Tom had some paper towels in the cab which we used to clean
ourselves up.  It was now time to eat so we crossed the truck park to the
caf‚, Tom's arm around my shoulders. I'd never felt so good.

End of part one.

Feedback is always welcome at mike14210@hotmail.co.uk

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In part two - More lessons from Tom as the two go all the way