Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2003 19:12:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff Spencer <ecolio157h700@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trucker's Helper (M/t, oral, mast)

This story involves descriptions of a sexual encounter between males of
different generations. Be warned, and do not read if doing so is illegal
for you. If you'd like to comment on this story, you can send comments to
Jeff Spencer at ecolio157h700@yahoo.com.

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I took the news of my father's death pretty hard, but I had little time for
mourning, as his small cross-country trucking firm would be in danger of
foundering if it was rudderless for long. At 27, many would think I wasn't
right for the job, since my real job was as a petroleum engineer, and I had
had very little to do with dad's business, at least since last driving
trucks for him during summers as a college student. His small fleet of 10
trucks was hardly a blip on the interstate commerce scene, but it had kept
him and mom, and me fed, clothed and housed for so many years.

Mom had died three years previous, and I had left right after college, so
dad had single-handedly run the firm he founded, and he ran it well. His
drivers, secretary and dispatcher loved him, and I thought that, after
things settled down, I'd see if the group of employees would be interested
in owning the business instead of just working for someone else. After all,
I had my own career to look after. I could put it on hold for a few months,
but no way I could run dad's company permanently, nor would I want to.

My work in geology kept me in the field a lot, so I was in great shape, at
6'1" and 180 pounds. My hair was jet black and perpetually tousled, just
like mom's had been, but my looks were rugged and most consider me
handsome. I have sparkling blue eyes, and a slight cleft in my chin, what
an old girl friend called my "butt mark."  Tanned year round, mainly from
spending so much time in tropical areas, I looked pretty good wearing a
pair of jeans and denim shirt. If it weren't for a nose bent during a high
school football scrimmage, many thought I could model.

I was pretty much hetero, though I had had a couple of bi experiences in
college. Mutual jack offs with frat brothers, and waking up one night to
find a frat brother sucking my 6" cock, after a big party. I had to admit
that I'd enjoyed getting a blow job from another guy, and wasn't too hung
up on my sexual designation. I figured I was bi, but not aggressively so,
since I hadn't ever met any other guys that really turned me on, and when I
did date, it was girls. Not too much of that, either, since I was always
busy either working or going to school. So, not really seriously active in
the social scene, particularly with oil exploration keeping me on the road,
I came back to dad's trucking firm with little to keep me from putting
things in order, selling the company, and returning to my mundane job.

After a few weeks or so, I got to the dispatch office at the trucking yard
in Los Angeles early on a Monday morning. It seemed no matter how early I'd
get there, Sally, the dispatcher, would beat me. She was at her desk
staring disconsolately at her computer when I walked in.

"Hey, Sally, what's new?" I said.

"Bad news, boss," she replied. That `boss' thing still sounded really funny
to my ears. "Eddy's broke his leg playing softball, and we've got a load of
stereos for Poughkeepsie. It's gotta be there by Saturday."

"Good thing you've got a veteran driver waiting around for something to do,
isn't it?" I said.

"You mean, YOU'RE going to drive it? Do you even HAVE a CDL?" She said,
dubiously.

"Duhh, yeah," I said with a smirk. "Did you forget I used to drive for dad
back in college? And I kept my Commercial Driver's License active, since
oil exploration finds me wrestling heavy equipment around occasionally."

"Oh, yeah," she said. "Since we got all those sections of fence you ran
over fixed, I forgot you used to drive." I picked up a small `Post-it' pad
and tossed it at her head. Sally grinned, and handed me the manifest
printout. I looked it over, and pulled the only set of keys on the
pegboard. They were for the Kenworth tractor in the front of the yard, the
only one left. All the other units were out on the road, and I was thankful
that business was so good. As I was walking out to the truck, I checked the
manifest. The pickup would be at Acme Electronics out near LAX.

The trip out to Acme was uneventful. I picked up the loaded trailer, hooked
up to it, and after signing off on the cargo manifest package, giving the
copies to the Acme Distribution Center dispatch, started my log and began
rolling eastward.

Long haul trucking isn't really hard, once you learn how to handle a semi,
but it's brutal because of the monotony and boredom of the road,
particularly when you've been over it time and time again. Contrary to the
image, most long haul truckers are thoughtful, intelligent men intent on
providing for their family, not yahoos trying to run cars over. Truth be
told, there's nothing more dangerous than a soccer mom in an SUV, 3 kids in
the back, on her cell phone weaving down an interstate. Even back in
college, I learned to watch out for those types when I was trucking, a
habit I've taken with me driving my own car.

As I drove through the smog of Southern Cal, I reflected on my life to
date. With nobody serious, I found myself at loose ends, then a little
while later it occurred to me to get something to eat. I pulled into a
truckstop in Needles, locked the cab, and headed into the restaurant. It
was a national fast food chain, one of the ones you've probably eaten at
about a half a million times. I got my order, and sat near the door by the
window. I kind of like to keep an eye on my truck, especially since I was
carrying high value electronic equipment. Hijackings and trailer break-ins
are all too common these days.

I noticed a de Ville parked near the truck, and thought I saw motion in the
back seat. Suddenly, the rear door burst open, and a young boy came flying
out, with the arms of another person flailing at him as he left the car, as
though trying to grab him. The boy fell on the ground, and scrabbled for
traction, trying to get away from the car. I couldn't make out his
features, but he was wearing faded, ripped Levis, and a knit short sleeve
pullover shirt, and black low rise canvas sneakers. The boy got up, and ran
for my truck. He was followed by a thin, weedy looking man in his early
twenties.

Alarmed at this action getting closer to the truck, I pulled my soda,
burger and fries together and walked outside toward the truck in case there
was going to be any trouble. My concern was mainly for my tractor and the
contents of the trailer. As I rounded the driver's side of the cab, I saw
the man had the boy on the ground, on his back, and was hitting him in the
face. I try to stay out of other people's business, but this was clearly
wrong.

Yelling, and brandishing my paper cup of ice and soda, I told the man to
"get the fuck off of him!" Startled, the man took one look at me, and took
off. I guess my size must have scared him off. I know it wasn't the threat
of being doused with Dr. Pepper. I soon heard the squeal of tires as the
man drove off. I walked over to the boy, who at this point, was leaning on
one elbow, ruefully rubbing his chin where he'd been hit.

"Hey, you okay?" I said.

He looked back at me and said, "I dunno. Iz kina sore." I looked closely at
his mouth, but it didn't look like he had any broken teeth.

"Work your jaw back and forth," I said. He did, and winced slightly. "Now
from side to side." He did this, and winced slightly again.

"Hers," he said.

"Whose?" I said.

"Hurz," he said again.

"Ohh, it hurts? Well, I'm no doctor, but I think it it were broken you'd
REALLY feel it. I could probably get you over to a hospital, to have that
looked at, if you'd like," I offered.

"'kay," he said.

I offered him my hand to pick himself up, and marveled at how light he
was. He was about 13, maybe 85 pounds and about 4'11" or so. He had long
dark blond hair, that hung around his face much like a girl's, deep blue
eyes with flecks of green, a snub nose, and I soon found myself wondering
what his story was.

I helped him climb up the steps up into the cab, and he slipped
momentarily, his small denim clad butt pushing up against my face. I felt
his warmth there, then my hands automatically went to his slim hips to
catch him. "Hold steady," I cautioned him.

"Zorry," he slurred, then climbed up onto the elevated bench seat of the
Kenworth. I closed the door behind him, then walked around the rear to the
trailer door to make sure it was still secure, glancing at the tires, then
proceeded to the driver's side door. I wrenched open the door, and nearly
pulled the boy out, finding him face to face with me, our faces no more
than three inches apart. "Zorry," he said."Wuz gonna open duh door for
you."

"Ohh, thanks," I said, as he slipped back to his side. The vision of his
ruby colored lips close to mine stayed with me, as I climbed up into my
seat. My cock stirred in my jeans. I adjusted myself so that I'd be
comfortable, then, extending my hand to the boy I said, "Hi, my name's Alex
Ross. What's yours?"

"Rine Houston," he replied with a crooked grin. "Rine."

"Rine?" I said, quizzically. "Oh, Ryan?"

"Uh, huh," he said, then frowned. "Oww."

"Well, let me get you to the clinic a couple of miles from here, and they
can check that out," I said.

He didn't say anything, so I put the truck in gear, and pulled out of the
space, then onto the road. We got about a mile down the road when he said,
"Umm, can we skip the clinic? My jaw's feeling better now."

"Yeah, you sound better, too," I said. "Guess it was just sore. Hey, who
was that guy, and why was he hitting you? I asked.

"Ugh," he said. "You're not a cop or anything, are you?" He said.

"No, they ended the `cops posing as truckers' program a couple of years
ago. I'm just a trucker," I said.

Ryan looked at me as though he didn't know if I was kidding or not. "I'm
kidding about the cops thing," I said.

"Ohh," Ryan said. "Oh yeah, good one."

"Thanks," I said, then we both started laughing. I liked the way the skin
around his eyes crinkled when he laughed, and it seemed to me that he had
done a lot of laughing at some time in his life, but it had been a while
ago.

"So, you were gonna tell me about that guy^Å." I volunteered.

"Oh yeah," he said. "I got off the bus downtown a couple of weeks ago, and
this guy was there, a couple of other guys like him too, and he said he had
a place for me to stay free. It sounded safe, so I went. It turned out that
he was making kids have sex in order to stay there, and he was collecting
money. It was like a prison kind of thing, and I couldn't get away. He was
taking me to some fat guy's house in the foothills when I told him I had to
go to the bathroom really bad. He pulled over in the parking lot, and
that's when I made my move."

"Oh man, that's rough Ryan! Where are your parents? Where do you live? You
need to go home, and talk to the police, too," I said.

"No, I can't do that," he said. "My parents are dead, and if I go to the
cops, they'll stick me in an orphanage."

"I don't think they put kids in orphanages anymore, Ryan," I said. I also
didn't think that his parents were dead, but couldn't think of any way to
say that without being insulting. "So, do you have any relatives that you
could go to?" I asked.

"Well, I've got some cousins and an aunt and uncle in Vermont," he said.

"Nobody around here?" I asked.

"Nope, unh uh," Ryan said.

"Well, I don't ordinarily do this, in fact I never have, but I guess I can
give you a ride as far as I can take you. I'm headed to Poughkeepsie."

"Where's that?" He asked.

"New York. Upstate."

"Okay," he said, and smiled.

Well, we talked, and talked, and talked some more. Ryan eventually
confessed that his parents weren't dead, his father at least, but that his
father had thrown Ryan out when he found him kissing a friend.

"Gee Ryan, that doesn't sound that serious, kissing a girlfriend. It's not
like you were having sex or anything, huh?" I confess, I was prying a
little, but this boy was so comfortable to me, and something else,
something elusive too.

"Uhh, it wasn't a girl, it was my friend Matt. And we kind of, uh, were uh,
touching each other's uh, dicks." Ryan's face turned bright red, and he
couldn't look up at me.

"Cool!" I said. My own cock was tingling from tip to base to find out that
beautiful young Ryan had been touching, and enjoying, another boy's stiff
dick. And the thought of his red, full lips pressed up against another
boy's no doubt hot lips excited me startlingly.

"Uhh, Alex, you're drifting^Å." Ryan pointed out the windshield.

I looked down. "Oops!" I said. "I'm sorry, I'm a better driver than that,
Ryan. It's just that I wasn't expecting to hear that you're-"

"Gay?" He said. "Yeah, when my father heard that word, he threw me out. The
fact is, I don't know if I'm bi or gay, but I DO like guys. A lot," Ryan
said. Then he shocked me, and changed my life forever. "And from the look
of your package, you like guys too, Alex." I didn't have to look down to
know that my boner was tenting out my jeans.

I sighed. "Yeah, I've had a little, very little exposure to guys sexually,
but I DID enjoy it. But I don't know if I'm bi or what."

Ryan looked at me with desire in his eyes, a look I'd never seen on another
guy's face. "Well, let's find out, okay?" He said, huskily. His hand
stroked down the front of his crotch, and the swollen nature of his young
cock became very clear to me. I could see the outline of his penis running
down his left thigh for about 3". As he stroked it, it lengthened an
additional inch, to 4." Wetting his lips with his tongue, then holding his
tongue between his lips, and his pearly white, even teeth, he stretched out
his legs as far as he could, then grasped his zipper between the thumb and
forefinger of his right hand, and slowly eased it down, the zipper teeth
separating from the pressure of his dick and balls below them.

I alternated between keeping my eyes on the road in the dimming light of
dusk, on Ryan's beautiful face dreamy with lust, and with cheeks turning
rosy red, and his slowly unveiled crotch. I had never been so transfixed in
my life. I slowly downshifted, as I knew there was no way I could drive
safely with this boy stripping for me, and I desperately wanted to keep my
eyes on his cute face, mouth, eyes and undoubtedly, cock. Feeling like the
luckiest man in the world, I spotted a deserted truck turnoff that extended
about 200 feet from the roadside.

I pulled the truck towards the back of the turnoff. There was an island of
mesquite trees in the middle of the space, so I pulled around behind it,
hopefully hiding the truck from prying eyes. As I set the brake and turned
off the key, the dashboard light dimly lit, I could see Ryan smiling at me
in the soft green light. He continued pulling his zipper down until it
couldn't reach any further, then eased his fingers inside the fabric to
ease his modestly sized penis out.

Ryan had to lift his tighty whitey jockey shorts up, as his dick had
extended through the side down his leg, and eased it out of the opening, to
display it proudly to me. His sweet cock was cut, with a tiny scar at the
base of the head. The head was spongy soft and purple, the shaft light
pink, and there was a pearlescent drop of pre-cum nestled in the piss slit
centered in the top of his cock head. The pink shaft of his sweet young rod
looked to be as hard as steel.

As his fingers lightly grasped his cock, Ryan shuddered as they trailed
down to his balls. I could see there was no hair at all around the base of
his cock, or on the lightly wrinkled, reddish skin of his balls hanging
below. His balls looked heavy, resting on his groin, and they were pulling
up under his stiff dick from excitement.

Tearing my eyes away from his beautiful cut dick, I looked up at Ryan's
sweet face, and groaned as I felt myself sliding over to him. His arms went
around my shoulders, and he pulled me close to him, my nose next to his
ear. I could smell the salty tang of a young boy's sweat, and my tongue
flicked out lightly against his earlobe. Ryan groaned, then, I could feel
his hot breath against my cheek, and I found his smooth lips trailing over
my stubble to my mouth, then pressing against mine, our lips locked in a
passionate kiss.

It was a journey of exploration for both of us, confirmation to Ryan that
he was gay, the discovery in my mind that I, too, was gay. My tongue
entered his warm mouth, to find Ryan's tongue ready to greet me. I felt a
frantic scrabbling at my crotch, as Ryan sought to unzip my pants. His
other hand took mine, and for the first time in a long time, I was grasping
a hot, hard cock. I found that the sensation was instinctive. As though
stroking my own cock, I began jacking off Ryan's 13 year old cock. The
heat, and satiny feel of his flesh covered rod, the rough texture of his
tongue against my smooth gums, his hand finally gaining entry to my own
rampant 6" dick, caused my cock to prematurely ooze a quantity of cum over
Ryan's warm fingers.

Ryan pulled back from my mouth, and giggled, looking down at my cock, and
the sticky, white liquid oozing over his fingers. "I've made a mess," he
giggled, then bent down to lick the head of my cock.

"Ohh, god, Ryan, your mouth feels SO GOOD on my cock. OHH YEAH, BABY!! Suck
it down your throat! Lick me with your hot tongue, PLEASE, baby! PLEASE!!
SUCK MY DICK, SWEETHEART! SUCK IT DEEP! DRINK MY HOT CUM, BABY!! SUCK ME!!"
While I was exclaiming drunkenly about the pleasure that Ryan's talented
mouth and tongue were bringing me, a degree of ecstasy that I had never
even approached before, my hand was frantically frigging Ryan's hot cock,
his pre cum lubricating the shaft, making it feel like a hot, liquid satin
tightly covering a steel rod.

"FUCKING SUCK THAT COCK, YOU HOT SLUT! RUN YOUR HOT TONGUE OVER MY PISS
SLIT! LICK UP MY CUM!! DRINK MY HOT CUM!! EAT IT ALL, BITCH!! I'M FUCKING
YOUR HOT BOY MOUTH!! FUCK!! FUCK!! I'M SHOOTING HOT CUM DOWN YOUR THROAT,
FAGGOT COCK SUCKER!! UHH!! UHH!!

I could feel a climax washing over me, and sperm boiling up in my heavy
balls, up through my long rod and into Ryan's waiting mouth. I could feel
Ryan swallowing as each load of the sweet-salty hot liquid deposited in the
back of his throat. The thought, and the image of this hot young boy
sucking my dick so sexily, made me cum harder, and more copiously than I
ever had before, leaving me gasping for breath, dazed and exceedingly
happy.

As I came back to myself, I gazed into Ryan's beautiful blue-green eyes,
then dipped my head down to his young, hairless crotch to return the
favor. I could feel his hands resting lightly on my tousled hair, then
press harder to direct my mouth onto his oozing cock. I let it slip into my
mouth, and for the first time tasted another male's cock. I could taste
little spurts of his hot liquid slipping out of Ryan's piss slit, and onto
my tongue. I eagerly tasted the salty-sweet young boy essence, and licked
him further to coax out more.

"Uhh, Alex, that feels nice, lick me there! I can feel my cum dripping out,
ohh, I feel like I'm gonna cum!! Yeah, yeah!! Fuck, god I wanna shoot my
cum in your mouth!! Oh, PLEASE let me cum in your mouth!! OH!! I'M
CUMMING!! UHH! FUCK, I'M CUMMING IN YOUR MOUTH!!" I could feel two hot
spurts of Ryan's tasty sperm deposit themselves on the center of my
tongue. As his prick slowly softened, I slowly eased off his dick, and
lifted my face to his. Ryan took my head in his hands, and softly pressed
his lips against mine. His tongue, coated in my cum, met my tongue covered
in his hot sperm, and they danced together, mixing our tastes.

I had never had an experience to compare to that in my life, yet later that
night Ryan took me to even greater heights of ecstasy, that began by him
showing me his pink, lightly puckered asshole. If you like, I'll tell you
about that.