Date: Sun, 28 Oct 2012 09:13:48 -0500
From: clever13@hush.com
Subject: Trucker Buddy's Cam - Gay / Adult Youth

       We had been talking over the internet for about a month.  When my
regular bf of a couple years had gone off into the army, I became pretty
lonely.  Sure, I could have tried hooking up with random dudes, but I
wanted to have a regular bud to do stuff with.  School friends were out of
the question because I couldn't risk anyone finding out I was into guys.
After all, I was still barely 13 at the time.
	So, when I started talking to this trucker on the internet, it
seemed like a possibility.  He didn't like in my town, but his route took
him right through here every week.  He could be regular and yet he wouldn't
be around me all the time.  It seemed like a pretty good solution.  He
wasn't ugly, but he had a belly and was generally truckerish - but with all
his hair still.  Judging from our time together chatting on cam, I'd say he
was in his early thirties.  Not my ideal mate, but hey, this was about sex.
Besides he had an awesome cock and liked the stuff I liked.
	It took a lot of nerve to meet him the first time, but we agreed it
would be best if I just met at the mall.  There was one very close by that
I could walk to if I put my mind to it.  No sex, just talk - maybe lunch,
and he would be on his way.  It took some of the edge off that I figure we
both were feeling.  As I walked into the mall parking lot I could see a
rig, and wondered if it was him.  I wasn't sure.  But, like we planned I
went to the food court and waited by the Chinese food place.
	Finally he showed up and sat at a table next to mine and took off
his sunglasses.  I remember laughing that he was wearing sunglasses in the
mall.  What was next, a dark trenchcoat and a hat?  I joked with him.  It
seemed to lighten the mood.  He was shorter than I expected or could tell
from being naked on cam with him, but it was him for sure.  After some
lunch and minor chit chat he said it was time for him to go.  I was almost
disappointed that he didn't want to go do it right then, but he said he
always keeps his promises.  Trust was important to him, he said.
	A couple days later we talked again on cam.  A day was coming when
I would have some free evening time and he would be in town.  My mom was
working nights, and I was off the next day of school.  It was a perfect
opportunity to do it or not.  He told me where he would be and when: mall
parking lot, red rig with a big cab at 11:30pm.  If you show up, there's no
changing your mind.  Change your mind before you come.  I nodded back to
him nervously.  Then he cut the connection.
	All sorts of things were swimming through my head.  It was kindof
dangerous and kindof scary.  But all of that somehow made it hotter.  He
seemed pretty safe and seemed to agree about things I would and wouldn't do
with him.  But still, I knew he had a dark side.  He liked bondage and
pretty rough sex even though he said he'd take his time with me.  Could I
trust him, I don't know, but I was so horny that day it didn't matter.
	The air had already started turning cold as Fall moved closer to
Winter.  It was 10:45pm.  Mom had gone to work and I had just enough time
to start walking toward the mall.  It was cold enough to see my breath
puffing out with every stride.  Lit by the streetlights, the breaths seemed
to come in a steady, but faster rhythm as I got closer to the mall.  About
halfway there I wondered if I should have left a note saying I was going
for a walk, or anything at all to show where I went.  But it was too late
for that now.
	From the hill outside the mall I could see his truck, parked under
the only set of parking lot lights that had gone out.  The only vehicle in
the huge expanse of concrete, I gulped and started shaking nervously.  I
tried to convince myself it was because I was cold, but I knew better.
Then with a few more deep breaths I hoofed it down the hill to the rig.
	The windows were tinted so it was difficult to see, but apparently
he was waiting because the passenger door suddenly popped open and his hand
reached out to pull me in.  I grabbed his hairy arm and he pulled me up in
one fluid motion.  I remember at that moment, thinking about how small my
arm looked next to his.  Were all truckers like this?
	The inside of the cabin was very, very large.  It was dark, with
only the lights from the dashboard glowing in the cab, but I could see he
had a bed and tv, and even a microwave in back.  It was way more than I
expected.  I little curtain was all that separated the driver from a
miniature home on wheels.  Then he turned to me and said "If you are sure
you won't change your mind, why don't you take off all your clothes,
everything, socks, shoes, all of it and hand them to me."
       I nodded nervously.  At least it was warm in the cabin.  I pulled it
all off pretty fast as he watched.  Once I got to my briefs I hesitated a
second and looked back up at him.  He just started at my tented package
waiting to see it in person.  With a gulp, I slid them off and let my soft
smooth backside feel his heated leather seat for the first time.
	Then, very quickly, he gathered all of my clothes in a bag and
jumped out of the truck.  Outside I heard him open up a compartment on the
exterior of the truck and watched him stuff my clothes inside and lock it
with a little key.  Then he climbed back inside to look at his naked prize.
Without a word he used his head to motion to the back and I followed him as
he closed the curtain.  There was no easy way out of this mess outside of
running naked into the freezing night.  So I clenched my eyes closed for a
second and resolved to go through with it.
	"mouth or ass, which one do you want to do first? Because we are
doing both" were the first words to break the silence of the darkly lit
living area.
	"Uhm, mouth I guess." I said.
	He asked me matter-of-factly if I still wanted to do handcuffs.  I
nodded and said it was cool.  We had planned almost every detail of this
event way in advance.  I remember kindof forgetting everything we had said
yes or no to in our chats, but it didn't matter now anyway.  As the first
cold handcuff ratcheted my wrist to my ankle, I suddenly felt
extraordinarily powerless.  It was even more so when the second one clamped
on.  And as I laid there on his bunk, he leaned back to admire me from a
distance.
	I was not very happy with my own body at the time which I think is
what made me most nervous.  I was a skinny little blonde with no muscle
tone to speak of.  My cock had gotten bigger, but I was still totally
smooth with not a hair to be found.  It was something that frustrated me
immensely but seemed to turn on the trucker.  He spent several minutes just
running his leather hands over my body.
	Then he said "I know we talked about not taking videos or pictures
or anything, but what if I let you wear a mask so no one could tell it was
you?  Or, what if I just film from the neck down?"
       My nervous look must have given away how I felt about that, so he
reached into a drawer and pulled out a little mask like Robin from Batman.
I was like, "Well, okay as long as I can see and as long as I can see the
vid when you are done to make sure."  He smiled broadly and placed the mask
on my face, being sure that my hair wasn't caught underneath it.
       Then he turned on his camera and set it on a shelf to capture the
moment we had both planned for some time.  Making sure the angle was right,
he started exploring all of my body for the camera, listing off my features
in detail: "Mmm, you have a nice, maybe 4 inch little cocklet, pink shaft,
cut with a nice bluish head on it.  Smooooth as silk baby.  He felt my
balls up some for the camera.  Little round beauties right here." Gently,
his finger slipped to my anus.  "Hmm what have we here?"  With one move he
picked me up and flipped me over so that I was doggie style on the bunk
with my face in the mattress.  Again, probing my anus for the camera he
said "look at that!  Tight and pink and beautiful 13 year old boy pussy"
       I wanted to ask him why he was doing a play by play of every detail,
but I didn't want him to record my voice so I stayed quiet.  Then he
flipped me on my back again and let my head hang slightly off the end of
the bunk, stroking my neck.  As he did, with the other hand he quickly
undressed so I could see the full size of his massively long cock.  It was
slightly thicker and longer than my last boyfriend, but I was pretty sure I
could do it.  After all, I had a lot of practice with my boyfriend before
he moved.
       "Let's see your tongue boy" he said as he put his nice, full
mushroom head in my dangling face.  Even in the darkened room, I could see
the shimmering precum getting ready to drip from it. I stuck out my tongue
to catch it and licked all around the head.  He made me reach for it so the
camera would see my flitting tongue.  Finally he slowly pressed his meaty
head into my mouth as I sucked a well as I could.
       It was thick and kindof salty.  But I could tell he wanted to go
further.  I tried to control my breathing.  I felt him press more of his
weight into my throat.  It was easier to do in this position, but not easy
in general.  As I focused a bit more on his pressure, I let my throat relax
some more and felt his head slide past my mouth and into my tight throat.
It felt enormous.  Fortunately he was giving me chances to breath but it
wasn't easy.
       The he said to the camera "damn, look at that!  You can see my cock
stretching his neck!  You are so fucking good baby."
       I felt him touch the place on my neck where apparently he could see
the motion of his cock buried in my throat.  All I know is that it started
to hurt and think he could tell from my whimpering that I wasn't that happy
and he pulled out with a loud wet pop.
       Just as quickly, he spun me around so I was on my back with my ass
pointed off the bed to his now slimy wet cock.  He squirted some lube on
his fingers, and gently applied it to my hungry hole.  With the rest he
stroked my raging hardon.  Then he put his uber thick meat u to my hole and
looked up at the camera as he pushed it in slowly.  I had been stretching
it earlier in the day so it wouldn't take too long to get it going, but it
was still wicked tight.  He pushed harder and I couldn't help but let out a
squeaky grunt.
       "Yeah baby, open up for daddy.  Nice and tight.  Show the camera how
much you love daddy."  With that he pulled the camera off the shelf and
pointed it right at my penetrated hole and cock.  He was watching the head
slowly move in and out of my hole with super closeups.  Longer and longer
strokes putting him deeper and deeper.  It was all I could do to
concentrate.  I tried to ignore the cam so I could move with him and
tighten my hole on his head.
       He squirted a bit more lube and then started fucking faster.  It was
so smooth and felt so good I couldn't believe it.  Yes, it hurt, but the
good feeling was so much better.  As he started going faster though, I was
grunting louder.  He seemed to focus the camera on the fact that my balls
were bouncing as I was being fucked at that speed.  He put the camera back
on the shelf and spread my shackled knees apart.  Then he went in for the
big finish.
       Looking up at the camera he started moaning almost louder than me.
And I could feel his cockhead swelling up way bigger than I expected.  I
started squealing and squirming as it moved back and forth inside me.  He
started to jerk me quickly.  As I got closer my hole started to tighten
more.
       "Yeah boy, I'm gonna seed your baby hole good.  You're so fucking
tight.  Cum for daddy.  I looked down to watch his meat pommeling me in the
dim light.  Finally I couldn't take anymore and let out a squeaky squeal
(that was kindof embarrassing at the time) as I squirted on my chest.  As I
did, my hole clamped down on his moving cock like a hot fist and his cock
exploded with rumble after rumble of cum deep inside me.  It hurt so bad
and felt so good.  I was awash in strange feelings.
       "Whew!" was all he said at the end and he unlocked my cuffs and went
to get my clothes.  I sat there a minute wiping up, wondering if I could
walk all the way home.  I was pretty sore.  Soon he was back with my
clothes.  We had gotten away with it.  He asked if I wanted a ride home,
but I said no because I still didn't want him to know where I lived.  So he
kissed me on the head and helped me out of the truck.
       "I'll see you next week maybe" he said.
       I nodded, smiled and started back toward my house up the hill.  It
was only 12:30.  It seemed like longer.  I smiled most of the way back even
though I had some trouble walking.  It was a good trouble.  That is, until
I realized something I had forgotten.  The camera was still running when I
left and I had most certainly taken off my mask and shown my face when it
was over.  My biggest fears had just begun.

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