Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2001 10:58:29 -0500
From: David Smith <twofoldman@hotmail.com>
Subject: Truck

Disclaimer: This is a fantasy that describes sex between an adult and
consenting minors.  It's not real and does not represent the author's
behaviors or anybody else's.  If this subject offends you, then please do
not read it.  Any responses can be directed to twofoldman@hotmail.com.


1

The cab of the truck is high and hot, despite the fact that the windows are
rolled down.  It's been so fucking hot that I'm dressed in a pair of
shorts, even though I never usually drive in shorts.  But you have to make
exceptions in cases like this.

Alone on the road with nothing but your thoughts, the hypnotic effect of
the highway can reduce a man to his most primal urges.  The urge to piss,
the urge to eat, the urge to come.  It is this last thing that is weighing
heavily on my mind, the same way my cock hangs full and heavy in the thin
fabric of the shorts.  I have no underwear on.

Sometimes the route takes you through smaller towns, places that used to be
a main route before the more recent expressways were constructed.  In the
summertime like this, you see lots of kids outdoors, walking along the
road, playing in nearby yards, waiting to cross the street.  The appeal of
a large truck is most evident in their reactions, grinning and waving at
the driver.  Some of the kids, mostly the boys, like to pump their fists up
and down in the air, signaling you to blow your air horn.  It never fails
to get a rise out of them when you do.  They gaze up with that beautiful
look of dazed excitement.  It's one of the few times in this job where you
feel you're doing something important.

2

It started a few years ago, at a turnpike rest area.  One of those large
constructions that contains several fast food joints, vending machines
selling junk food, a game room, and large restroom facilities.  Everybody
knows there are guys who hang out in these places, looking to take care of
some driver's big throbber.  I have to admit there were times when I had
been driving for days, the pressure in my groin becoming unbearable, when I
had allowed a man like this to suck me to a raging orgasm, either through a
hole in the conjoining wall of a stall or with both of us crammed into one
stall.  I wasn't really sexually attracted to the men, although I was eager
as hell for the treatment they would give my aching cock.  I never thought
twice about it until the incident that changed my outlook.

I had stopped at the rest area to grab something quick to eat.  I was in a
hurry and late on my run, but there was enough time to hit the golden
arches and take a leak.  I parked the rig and trotted off to the john
double time.  I heard the babbling of boys as I entered the men's room, and
when I passed the sinks and rounded the bend into the L-shaped row of
urinals and stalls, I saw them.  There was a man with several young boys
that looked like they were coming from a little league game.  They were all
standing at the urinals and as I walked in, all of them were finishing up
except for one small brown-haired boy of about eight or nine.  The only
available john was next to his, so I stepped up and unreeled my moist
prick.  The urinals all flushed except his, the man corralling the boys out
of the room without even washing their hands.  Behind me the man spoke to
him.  "Hurry up Timmy.  We gotta get moving.  We're right outside when
you're done."

And then the door closed and the room was silent.  Just me and him.  My
aching bladder was so full it was taking forever to release, and there was
something else.  The kid was staring at my dick.  I saw him out of the
corner of my eye.  I wouldn't look directly at him but I could clearly make
out his gaze, traveling intermittently from my face to my dangling hose.
He wasn't even pissing anymore, just standing there pulling absently on his
tiny dick.  My mind reeled as my own dick started to inflate.  I didn't
really want it to.  I willed it to stop, but it continued to twitch and
fill until it was sticking straight out, large and heavy and almost
touching the cold white porcelain of the urinal.  I was shaking as I turned
and looked with exasperation at the boy.  His eyes were wide and staring at
my member.  He looked up and our eyes met, then he returned his gaze to my
erection.  I swallowed hard and looked at the ceiling in shame and I then I
felt it, his small hand caressing the heavy shaft of my rod.  My breath
hissed out from between my clenched teeth as he encircled as much of the
girth as he could and stroked it up and down a few times before he stepped
closer to me and settled into a steady jerking rhythm.  It happened so
quickly, his delicate grip moving rapidly over my hard on; I was tense, my
ass clenching tight and my balls squeezing hard.  I drew my breath in
sharply and he instinctively speeded up his strokes as my juice squirted
heavily into the urinal, splashing into the water collected in the bottom.
I gasped deeply and my body shook as he finished me off.  It had all taken
only a few minutes. I was a million different things; dazed, contented,
horrified, nauseous.  I thought about the man standing just outside the
door.  Would he walk in and know what happened?

The boy released my softening prick and left it hanging there, but he did
something that would be forever burned into my memory.  There was a long
strand of semen hanging lazily off the end of my dick, and the kid grinned
mischievously and took it onto his fingers, licking it off lasciviously
while looking at me.  I heard the man outside again and panic washed over
me.  I lurched away from the boy and moved further into the room to duck
into a stall, but before I did I saw the kid's amused look on his reflected
face as he washed his hands at the sinks.  Standing in the stall, I heard
the men's room door open and the man say "Come on, Tim, hurry up!"

The cutting off of the faucet, the crumpling of paper towels, the slap of
small tennis shoes on the tiles, and he was gone.  I was alone in the room,
standing stunned in a stall with my long dick still hanging out of my
pants.  I was confused.  I barely managed the presence of mind to piss,
finally relieving my burdened bladder, feeling the tiny remnants of my
abundant load splattered along the skin of my dick as I handled it.  I left
the rest area without even eating.  It was all I could do to keep from
vomiting as it was.  I sat in the truck for about twenty minutes before
starting it and pulling back onto the turnpike.  The scene replayed in my
mind over and over again.  Several hours later, when the sun went down and
the highway was dark, I could take it no longer and I pulled over along the
side of the road and masturbated furiously, groaning so deeply in my orgasm
that it sounded like damnation.  The image of the boy licking my semen from
his fingers drove me to insanity.  He had wanted it.  He had known he
wanted to taste it.  I was forever changed.

3

And now, back to the sunny summer street.  It's dusty in this part of the
country at this time of the year, and the urge was on me again.  I first
saw the boy on the side of the road just up ahead as I sat waiting for a
light to change, the rig rumbling underneath me and vibrating my
low-hanging sac as it rested on the vinyl seat, pressing hotly against the
fabric of my shorts.  My cock had been shifting from semi-erect to raging
hard for about two hours, and the patience that a trucker must learn to
develop was wearing thin in my mind.  He was blond haired, small in frame,
perhaps nine years old, and he turned obviously at the sound of my rig,
watching intently.  Despite the distance between us it was obvious that we
were looking at one another and I waved.  He returned my salute so I blew
the air horn, which made him grin even wider.  But the way his eyes studied
me through the window of the cab really got me going.  I almost scraped the
line of cars parked along the side of the road because I was looking at him
instead of where I was going.

Regaining my composure, I crawled along the dusty road and watched the boy
fade to a small dot in my rear views, and I found myself on the outskirts
of the small town.  I eased off the side of the road at the beginning of a
long stretch that continued beside a roughly-hewn hillside.  There was
little traffic at this time of the morning, rush hour long since past, and
I told myself I was only pulling off for a moment, possibly to take care of
my needs myself in the privacy of my cab.  I pulled my fat poker out the
side of my shorts and let my balls hang free, reveling in the breeze that
bathed them as it blew through the cab.  My right hand was clenched around
my cock as the other absently adjusted my side mirror, watching the boy's
form intently as he kept alongside the road.  Would he stop?  Would there
be a reason for him to be walking along this stretch?

My heart was racing as he got closer and closer, my fist clenching around
my straining prick.  I tried to look nonchalant as he came up on me on the
other side of the road, gazing over at me and slowing his gait to a
sluggish saunter.  I waved again and he waved back.  Suddenly he stopped
and just stared, shyly.  I motioned him over.  He grinned and crossed the
street.  I spotted the look in his eye even from a distance.  My experience
had taught me well.  My prick lurched in anticipation.

4

The sleeper compartment was dim-I had the curtain pulled so nobody could
see up back here through the window of the cab-but it still allowed for
enough light for us to take in each other's bodies.  Our t-shirts discarded
first, he explored my body with wonder and eagerness, running his fingers
through the thick hair of my chest, over my round, firm belly, and under
the waistband of my shorts into the darkness of my crotch, where my cock
raged up like a huge club, tenting the fabric in a ridiculous bulge.  I
leaned backwards and pulled the waistband down, letting my meat bounce out
in front of him.  There was reverence in his eyes as he clutched it,
feeling its hardness, its thickness, its heat.  I never get tired of seeing
a boy's wide eyes as he takes in the immensity of the cock that he has been
given access to, and I am always amazed that boys can be so hungry for
dick.  But I had learned the truth about that long ago.

I now understood the need that some boys have for a man, and in turn I had
grown to be aroused by them.  With the same awakening that I had felt when
I discovered women in my youth, I had discovered the physical pleasure and
joy that a boy can offer a man.  Once I understood the abandon with which a
boy will give himself to physical pleasure, I understood my own role.  For
boys who needed a man, I was a man to satisfy their unformed, primal urges.
My cock existed to satisfy their demands for exploration, to spurt semen
over their sweet faces, to let them taste the flavor of a man's discharge
deep in the backs of their throats, to plow their tight little asses into
one orgasm after another, to leave them gasping and full of my thick sperm.
I had made love to boys in many different situations, all of them willing,
all of them fascinated by the size of my penis, the heft of my balls, the
hair that covered my body, the miracle of my ejaculation.  Some of them
were obviously experienced, while others offered me the immeasurable gift
of their innocence.

In return I had given them pleasure, taught them untold and unspoken
lessons about a man's desires, desires they themselves would one day
assume, and left many of them holding the essence of my being deep within
their bodies.  It was a delicate thing to be able to differentiate between
a boy's desire for sexuality and the inherent hero-worship that many boys
have for older men, and from my very first encounter I had learned to let
the boy take the initiative.  I had identified the attempted seductions of
boys who were close to me, allowing them to follow through with their
desires to explore my body with theirs.  Several boys had given themselves
to me spontaneously in public restrooms, eagerly gulping my ejaculate
before returning to their waiting families.  I regularly filled the ass of
my paperboy with come, sometimes in hurried encounters, other times in
afternoons of slow, passionate lovemaking where I showed him the tender
side of a man's sexuality.  But many of the boys had come to me just as
this one had, wanting to be with me in the cab of this big rig, wanting to
learn the mysteries of manhood in this special place.

Although I was highly aroused, I had learned to control myself considerably
since that first hair-trigger encounter in the men's room years ago, and I
was in no danger of ejaculating just yet, even as his mouth descended on
the head of my distended organ, pushing down until half of its heavy shaft
was embedded in his mouth and throat.  It was clear to me that he had done
this before, and I was turned on by the fact that the raunchy smell of my
dick seemed to only make the kid more eager.  I wondered where he had
learned to suck a man's dick this way and pictured him kneeling in front of
his father, an uncle, random men in department store lavatories.  The boy's
lust had definitely been awakened long before he entered the cab of my
truck.

I allowed him to suck me for only a few moments before whirling him around.
He made no protest as I pulled his shorts and underwear down with one yank,
exposing his sweet, smooth ass.  He groaned as I touched his tiny pucker.
Years ago I would have wondered if what I had in mind was possible.  At
this point in my life I not only knew it was, but I knew the effect it
would have on this boy, and I reveled in the pleasure that I could give
him.  I spread a generous amount of lubricant into his ass crack and
slipped my finger inside his tight little hole.  He was so eager, so open,
that he barely protested, and I shoved my own shorts down below my knees,
pulling his completely off and leaving him naked except for his sneakers.
He raised his ass up in the air eagerly, anticipating what was about to
happen, and I slipped one of the pillows that we lay upon underneath of him
to hold his butt up.  Nudging my cock up against his hole, I thrust inside
of him, gentle but unstoppable in my entry, and he groaned in ecstasy as
the feelings overwhelmed his body, pulling away from my invading member.
Withdrawing momentarily to allow him to relax more, I waited until he
raised his ass up to meet my burgeoning cock, and I entered him once again,
this time pushing deeply inside of him until my balls rested on his ass.
"Ohh, yeah, it feels so good mister!" he gasped, and I began to pump.

I drove my massive boyfucker into him over and over, enraptured by the
vision of my large manhood pushing his buttocks apart to enter his eager
hole.  His first orgasm happened moments later, before I realized it, and
he arched his back in ecstasy, clutching at the sheets as he groaned his
bliss aloud and pushed firmly back into my groin.  I suppose I paused to
catch my breath and he quickly moaned, "Don't stop!"  I resumed my
thrusting and he moaned again.  Was it another orgasm?  It was impossible
to tell, his body was incapable of ejaculating at this point in his life.
He quieted down and thrust his ass higher, his face registering pure
contentment.  His head was turned to one side, resting on the pillow, and
he put one of his thumbs in his mouth absently as I screwed him
enthusiastically.

I fucked him in several different positions, the motion of my cock
thrilling him over and over.  He climaxed repeatedly as we made love,
urging me on and on with words that pulled me closer to my own orgasm.
Yes; more; deeper; harder.  I stopped counting his climaxes and focused on
the feelings he was giving me, the head of my probing member finding deep
places inside of him that may have been as yet untouched by a man.
Although his actions told me I was not the first to enter his tight
chamber, his wide eyes when he first saw my penis told me I was the largest
to be inside him.  I wanted this fuck to go on forever.

It wasn't often that I came across a boy who was so willing and so easily
fucked.  Most boys had trouble with the size of my dick.  Usually I had to
go slow, or could only insert myself partially into their asses.  But this
boy was different.  I wasn't so eager to give up my place in the saddle
just yet, but his gasps and delirious pleading had begun to break my
resolve, and I jostled him back onto his stomach, this time hovering over
him as he lay squirming and writhing under the exquisite punishment I gave
his butthole.  I was stroking furiously now, my hairy groin slapping
steadily into his rubbery asscheeks, and every plunge brought a satisfying
moan from the boy.  He drove me over the edge when he drew in a deep breath
and let it out with a long, lustful cry of "Oooooh, DADDDYYYYY."  I
suddenly gave in to the squeezing of his unbelievably tight ass and
finished us off, stretching my body out and leaning down into him for a
series of deep, rapid, penetrating thrusts that caused him to cry out in
surprise and pleasure.  His asshole tightened down in his final ecstatic
climax as I rammed into him and ejaculated forcefully, his bowels gurgling
in the vigorous rush of squirting semen, the sound audible even over his
cries of orgasm and my own deep sighs and groans of release.

My cock recoiled inside of his body over and over, releasing torrents of my
juice, and the excess overflowed from his ass and poured over my balls to
seep into the pillows beneath us.  The bedclothes were already encrusted
with dried patches of my come that had oozed from the other boys who got
their sweet little asses seeded in the back of my rig.  I knew most of the
stains were made by me because most of my conquests, although they orgasmed
enthusiastically, could not ejaculate.  I eased my thick stake out of him
and his hole remained lewdly open, gasping and clutching and oozing more
sperm.  I was spent; I collapsed next to him and he explored my chest hair
with his fingers as he lay on my arm.  "Thank you, mister" he whispered.
Regaining my breath, I answered him.  "Thank you, little man."  The heat of
the cab cut our post-orgasmic cuddling short, and we slipped back into our
clothes.  We sat in the cab again and talked for a few minutes, the breeze
blowing through the cab again and washing over my sweaty face.  The sounds
of traffic in the distance swirled together with the boy's voice.  I
absently squeezed my contented cock as I drifted to sleep.

5

I awoke with a start.  I was alone in the cab.  A glance at my watch said
it was 11:30 am.  How long had I slept here?  As flashes of memory returned
to me gradually, I looked in the mirrors to see that there was nobody in
sight around the cab.  Cars passed randomly a few yards away on the road,
but that was all.  I started the rig dreamily and pulled off, searching for
the entrance to the highway.  Once I was back on the road, I gripped the
bulge in my shorts absently as I followed the white lines on the road to my
destination.