Date: Mon, 3 Nov 2008 08:55:47 -0800 (PST)
From: R Ranger <bn2rumpranger (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: Marine Home on Leave, Chapters 25, 26 and 27

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Marine Home on Leave
By Randall Rumper

Chapter 25: Throbbing and Tender Day After

My head was spinning and my asshole throbbing Thursday morning as I drove
to school. Although I was physically and mentally exhausted I was filled
with feelings of invigoration. My mind pondered how I would react towards
Sheldon that afternoon at work. The man with whom I'd spent the night
having marathon sex. How would he react to me? He plied me with dinner and
drink the night prior and then had his way with me sexually for almost ten
hours at my apartment. Of course, for me, those were ten hours of total
bliss. Yes, I'd definitely been well-fucked.

After that all night session of sex I could feel my well-used sphincter
throb with each heartbeat as I was driving towards campus. The occasional
pothole bump in the road intensified the sensation in my tender well-bored
out butthole. I was hopeful that I wouldn't walk funny after such a
fulfilling night. Although I'd turned out to be Sheldon's bottom bitch for
the night for some strange reason I totally enjoyed it.

Oh, how I savored the sensual feelings of getting cornholed more so than
fucking another guy. I preferred to have Ronny slide his seven inch Marine
schlong in and out of my slick ass while he was home on leave; the same for
Ty with his big brown sugar loaf when we had our tryst. I discovered months
ago on the Internet that some guys were committed bottoms while others were
strictly tops. Me, I was versatile, into it both ways, but preferred the
sensuous feelings of a nice fat slippery schlong sliding in and out of my
super sensitive ass.

Although Sheldon wasn't the biggest I'd taken he was big enough to bring
about pleasure and satisfaction. And for me that was most important. The
guy managed to ass fuck me four times after midnight and before the sun
came up. He ate me out twice more and finger fucked me too. Of course I
sucked him off in between fucks; oral sex was Sheldon's preference, but
anal intercourse was mine.

I quickly discovered that Sheldon was one of those guys not into taking
anything up the ass, not even a finger; furthermore, he was not into nipple
play either. The thirty year old had the libido of a teenage boy. He made
me orgasm every time he seduced me with his seven inch schlong, and they
were explosive ejaculations, not dribblers. I couldn't understand how
Sheldon was able to keep going like the Energizer bunny all night long
after working the previous night.

The tow truck driver was unbelievable; he had the libido of a teenager. He
could ejaculate and get another erection like a teenage boy within twenty
minutes. Sheldon finally confided in me how he was able to maintain his
libido and erections for long period's time. He told me that he took
hormonal herbs and a little pill called Cialis. The hormonal herbs boosted
his testosterone levels, while the Cialis increased the blood engorgement
in his penis.

After we left the restaurant Sheldon told me he took a 20 mg tablet in his
vehicle on the way to my apartment and then another pill after
midnight. Sheldon didn't suffer erectile dysfunction. He simply used herbs
to enhance his sex drive and Cialis to maintain long lasting erections. He
told me that he felt that the Cialis also prolonged ejaculation. He said
that if I ever wanted to try the drug to let him know, but he figured I was
young enough that I didn't need the extra boost.

Hell, at nineteen my cock stayed hard most of the time naturally;
furthermore, when it wasn't hard I'd get those unwanted erections. You know
those spontaneous teenage erections that plague all young males. I know
Sheldon truly enjoyed sucking my fat cock and eating my pink pucker from
the way he went about it, and then when he fucked me he did so with great
passion and finesse. We tried positions that I didn't even know existed. He
would cornhole me in one position and then another.

Sheldon had treated me to the best ass fucking of my young life. He had me
wailing like a banshee, squealing like a stuck pig or whimpering like a
child each time he pounded my firm young ass. He could bang me for fifteen
or twenty minutes at a time and then slow down; we'd change positions, and
then pick up the tempo again. He'd do this three or four times, holding off
on his orgasms before he'd plow me full-on until we both would erupt with
powerful ejaculations.

What totally drove me wild was the unique way he used the head of his cock
to tease my sphincter. Sheldon drove me nuts with desire titillating my
bunghole with that spongy pink cockhead. He would excite me sensually as he
played the head in and out of my sphincter. I would reciprocate clinching,
relaxing and tensing as he would insert the bulbous head in between the two
rings. Then I would try to work my sphincter as if I was trying to suck the
head of his cock up inside me. Of course I enjoyed the long sensuous
strokes too. Yes, Sheldon was definitely a great sex education teacher.



Chapter 26: Road Trip



After a few hours of boring classes I grabbed a quick number two burger
meal to go and drove straight to the shop. I was lucky that I'd been able
to get all my classes scheduled for Tuesday and Thursday mornings that way
I had more time for work. A lot of students weren't so lucky. They'd have
to make two or three trips to campus a day or remain on campus throughout
the day. When I arrived at the shop Thursday afternoon I was immediately
greeted by Mr. Driver who said, "Go out back and help Sheldon hook up the
Landoll. You guys are taking a road trip."

I was taken aback by the announcement thereby questioning, "How long will I
be gone? I've got a group project at college on Saturday afternoon." Of
course I lied, the only project I had going was a sexual tryst with Lee for
Saturday night.

"You should be back early Saturday morning, afternoon latest," Mr. Driver
said.

I didn't question the boss, just headed out the back door to meet up with
Sheldon. He'd already backed the tractor up and connected the big flat bed
trailer. I helped him hook things up and perform all the safety inspection
shit, checking the brakes, lights, tires, etc. He didn't treat me any
different, like the night before never happened. Finally, the rig was ready
to roll. We went back inside to get printouts of the map and itinerary,
also road money from Mr. Driver.

"Is your commercial class permit current? Mr. Driver ask me.

"As far as I know," I said pulling my wallet out to check the temp
permit. I'd taken the written test months prior, but never taken the
driving test.

Mr. Driver took it from me. He looked it over saying, "This thing expires
in less than two months. We're gonna to have to get you down for a drivin
test in the next couple of weeks."

"Okay," I said.

"You guys are pickin up a customer's diesel pusher motor home with a blown
engine. The trip is a little over 600 miles one-way. You should make in
about 12 hours driving time with a stop for fuel and dinner. Get down there
and then get a hotel room so you can get a few hours sleep then get loaded
up. I don't want any tickets or to pay storage any longer than necessary on
that damn motor coach. And you help with the driving kid."

"Sure," I replied.

"Here's a hundred dollars road money. Use the credit card for fuel and
lodging. Now get out of here and hit the road," Mr. Driver roared handing
Sheldon the hundred dollar bill, credit card and other paper work.

We both left the office stopping at the soda machine before heading towards
the big truck with the Landoll trailer behind it. Sheldon asked if I needed
to stop by my apartment for anything. I told him I'd like to get my shaving
kit and a change of underwear. My apartment was on the way to the
Interstate entrance. When we stopped at my apartment I quickly ran inside
to put a few items in my backpack. I noticed it was a little after four
when I climbed into the truck. Sheldon smiled asking, "You bring the
stuff?"

"What stuff?"

"You know, the stuff we used last night."

"Oh, that stuff, yeah I got it in here," I said holding my backpack.

"Throw the backpack up in the sleeper," Sheldon said looking over at me as
he eased the big rig onto the Interstate before asking, "So, how's your
asshole feelin today?"

"You know, a little tender, but I'm okay."

"So, what'd you think about last night?" Sheldon questioned with a smirk.

"You definitely know how to cornhole a guy, but moreover I've never had my
asshole eat out with such skill in all my life. But I'm just a beginner to
this type stuff."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it kid."

"Oh I did."

"By the way I ask old man Driver to let you go along on the run. Hope you
don't mind. I told him you needed some extra trainin."

"Yeah," I replied in a hushed voice with smirk on my face, "wonder what
kind of training you got in mind."

"By the way if you're tried you can crawl up in the sleeper anytime and
catch a few winks before I turn this thing over to you at the fuel
stop. We'll get somethin to eat then."

"Okay," I said as I made my way up into the sleeper compartment. I didn't
close the curtain. I lay there dozing on an off kind of mesmerized by the
hum of big rig rumbling along the Interstate. My thoughts turned to Ronny,
wondering if he had found another Marine to help him get through the long
nights in Afghanistan. I must have fallen asleep thinking about my Marine
so far away.

When I awoke afternoon had turned to nightfall. The cab was dark except for
the illumination given off by the dash lights. I looked at my watch and saw
that it was almost eight at night. We'd been on the road for about four
hours. As I looked down at Sheldon sitting in the big Captain's chair I
noticed through the dim dash lighting in the cab that his hard penis was
poking out of his coveralls. His big paw slowly stroking it. I couldn't
resist the temptation, so, I made a bold move asking, "Ya want me to suck
on that?"

"Sure, if you want."

I climbed down from the sleeper positioning myself where I could
comfortably bury my face in Sheldon's crotch, so I could wrap my lips
around the magnificent piece of man meat that was weeping precum. The
lighting emitted from the dashboard made the sight of Sheldon's schlong
look even more eerie. I grasp his cock at the base and began licking the
crown of the cockhead cleaning up all the delicious precum before popping
the head into my mouth. I heard Sheldon suck in a breath and then exhale a
sigh of pleasure as I took his succulent cockhead into my moist mouth.

"Oh yeah kid, that mouth of yours is better than pussy anytime." Sheldon
cooed.

When I withdrew my mouth I let my tongue slowly circle the purple coronal
ring surrounding the bell end of Sheldon's beautiful cockhead. I wanted to
savor the moment for as long as possible. I licked the area beneath the
piss slit before popping the bulbous cockhead back into my mouth. Then I
began bobbing up and down on the first three or four inches of that
sumptuous schlong feeling it pulsing through my lips with each up and down
movement. Every once in a while I'd pull off to lick the precum from the
urethral opening at the tip, listening to Sheldon moan. His big right hand
was resting on the back of my head, toying with my hair, coaxing me on.

As I dined on Sheldon's dick I visualized getting cornholed in some hotel
room in a few hours by the man with his big paw resting on the back of my
head. I held the base of Sheldon's cock in one hand while I let the fingers
of my other hand fondle his large nuts. There was a musty smell about his
crotch area that I hadn't noticed the night before, but he hadn't had a
chance to shower before we departed. My moist lips kissed all over the
glistening crown and then my lips slowly moved down the shaft wanting to
make things last as long as possible.

After about twenty minutes of sucking the big man's cock I felt Sheldon's
balls tighten up and the head of his cock swell. I knew what was ahead,
some deliciously thick cum. Sheldon exploded with force nearly gagging me,
shooting shot after shot of warm spooge into my mouth. I eagerly gobbled it
up as if I was drinking a milk shake. I licked him clean and remained with
my head in his lap fondling his balls while kissing his cock.

"That was great kid," Sheldon said gently rubbing my head.

I didn't respond. I was savoring the moment kissing Sheldon's withering
wang, smelling his pubic hair. I must have drifted off with my face buried
in his crotch because the next thing I remember was him lightly ruffling my
hair saying, "Hey kid were gonna make a fuel stop and get some grub."

I sat up blurry eyed as Sheldon applied the Jake brake heading the rig off
the Interstate towards a large luminous truck stop in the near
distance. Once we pulled up to the fuel pumps Sheldon zipped his coveralls
up before climbing down from the cab. He grabbed the fuel nozzle sticking
it in the big silver side tank and then set the lever stop. He told me to
clean the windshield. As the pump poured diesel fuel into the tank Sheldon
took his tire-thumper and began walking around the rig striking every tire
to make sure they were all pressured up properly. Once he was done he
returned to the fuel tank and topped it off. He called out his name and
license number over the call box and then got back up in the cab to move
the rig to the parking area, telling me to meet him inside. As I walked
towards the retail store I looked at my watch, it showed a few minutes
after nine.



Chapter 27: Knights of the Road



Sheldon pulled away from the pump island to find a spot to park the big
tractor and trailer. In the meantime I went inside the truck stop's retail
shop to find the restroom. The truck stop definitely knew how to market
items in its retail store. Being a Business major and taking advertising
and marketing classes I knew something about the subject. As I stood at the
urinal a double page advertising sheet confronted me at eye level on the
wall above the urinal listing of all in-store specials. The ad sheet listed
everything from CB radios; tie down straps, fuel additives to clothing and
food items.

Great marketing strategy I thought, while the customer holds his cock in
his hand taking a piss he could read about anything to satisfy his shopping
needs. As I exited the restroom I eyed Sheldon waiting in line at the
cashier's stand. He stepped forward using the credit card to pay for the
fuel load; meanwhile, I maneuvered through the display shelves looking at
all the different trucker's merchandise while waiting for Sheldon to finish
his business. For some reason I'd always been in awe of the Knights of the
Road and their shinny steeds.

For me these road warriors were the essence of independence and
machismo. Their big trucks were the embodiment of muscle and grit. To some
drivers their trucks were things of beauty with eye catching paint schemes
and murals. These trucks were the trucker's home away from home. They
glistened under the lighting at the truck stop while others were just
dismal and plain looking. I often fantasized about what a trucker's life
might be like.

Long haul drivers rumble along the asphalt and concrete ribbons that
interconnected cities delivering finished goods and raw materials
throughout our nation. I felt they were the unsung heroes providing
essential services to our society. I remember spending many nights as a kid
monitoring my CB radio listening to truckers chatter, warning their
brothers of Smoky on the prowl for speeders. And when I rode with my
parents I'd give that pumping up and movement with a clenched fist
signaling an oncoming trucker to blow the air horn. Some would comply and
others paid me no attention.

I felt the big paw come to rest on my shoulder and Sheldon say, "Ready to
eat?"

"You bet."

"Let me take a leak and wash my hands and we'll go get some grub," Sheldon
said as he departed for the restroom while I continued searching the
shelves for some trinket that would ingratiate me into the road warrior
fraternity.

Once Sheldon was finished in the lavatory we headed off to get some
food. My stomach was growling. I hadn't had anything to eat since the
burger meal after classes. Except for the burger, a soda before we left the
shop and that delicious snack of Sheldon's cum in the truck that was my
caloric intake for the day. We entered the driver's section of the truck
stop restaurant. One of the truckers immediately recognized Sheldon saying,
"Hey Shell join me," motioning us over to the booth.

We sat down me between the two truckers in the half circular booth. The
trucker to my right was sporting a well-trimmed a beard and wearing a worn
baseball cap. The guy questioned who I was, "So, who's your young protégé?"

"Bill this is Gary and Gary this is Bill. Bill and me go back to our school
days and my days of over-the-road trucking."

Bill and I reached across and shook hands while Sheldon explained, "Young
Gary works with me at Driver's shop and this is a training run for him."

"Yeah, I'll bet it is," Bill said with a wry smile, "So, how old are you?"

"Nineteen almost twenty," I said.

"Yeah, Shell likes young trainees," Bill said.

I was sensing covert sexual overtones in Bill's voice as we talked. I
wondered if the two had some history. Finally, the waitress appeared with
glasses of water and coffee. She began engaging the two truckers in some
flirtatious banter, hoping for a lucrative tip. We all ordered our meals
and the lady disappeared. Bill appeared to be about the same age as
Sheldon, but not as tall.

"You know, you're lucky to live in a state that allows eighteen year olds
to get a commercial class drivers license. Most states you have to be at
least twenty-one," Bill said.

"Yeah, that's what Sheldon and others have told me," I replied.

"So, you gonna be gettin into truckin or towin?" Bill asked.

"Don't know yet. I'm a full-time student and work at Driver's shop
part-time while I attend college."

            "You know there's a real shortage nationwide for qualified
truck drivers. Many drivers are aging out of the job and not being
replaced," Bill said.

Sheldon interrupted saying, "I hope by next summer the kid can get started
towards becoming certified through the TRAA certification program."

"Under your tutelage I'm sure the kid will breeze through the national
towing and recovery certification program Shell. Bein a college boy he
should have no problems with book work and the written test. Then with your
guidance he should be ready for the practical test," Bill said.

No sooner had Bill finished what he was saying than our food arrived. The
lady began setting the food on the table along with condiments before
refilling our coffee mugs. Finally, she ask if there was anything else she
could get for us. We all dove into our food as the waitress departed. We
ate and drank coffee until we were full without a word. Finally, Bill
leaned back and belched remaking, "This place always has damn good grub."

The waitress returned to the table refilling our water glasses and coffee
cups. I got brave and asked, "So what are you drivin Bill?

"Pearlescent white 05 Pete 379 with 475 Cat and mid roof sleeper. What're
you guys in?" Bill asked.

Sheldon replied, "Yellow 04 Ken with 550 Cat. Pretty damn fine rig you're
drivin Bill."

"Yeah, got almost half a million miles on her. I owe a lot of that mileage
to AMSOIL and AMSOIL fluids. Might make a million miles if I keep her,"
Bill said.

I'd heard the term AMSOIL, but wasn't sure so I ask, "What is AMSOIL?"

"One of the oldest and best synthetic oils and lube products on the
market," Bill said, "what about you guys?"

"Driver has us using Mobil 1 synthetics," Sheldon replied.

"Good product," Bill said.

As the two men talked about synthetic oils, lubricants and makes of trucks
I listened intently, wanting to learn as much as possible about the
trucking industry. I soon discovered that the two men favored Caterpillar
engines over others and it sounded as though the Detroit diesel was least
favored. They discussed transmissions, tires and driving axles until
Sheldon looked at his watch and said that we had to get going.

When we got up Bill grabbed the tab and said that dinner was his treat. We
both thanked our host for dinner. Sheldon left a ten dollar tip on the
table and excused himself to the restroom while I accompanied Bill to the
cashier's station. After Bill paid for dinner we both headed towards the
restroom area. We met Sheldon coming out as we entered. We both needed to
get rid of the coffee from dinner. When we came out of the bathroom Sheldon
was browsing the shelves of the retail store.

"Hey you guys wanta take a gander at my rig before we hit the road?" Bill
ask.

"Sure," I said eagerly.

We headed out to the parking area where Bill gave us the nickel tour of his
rig. Sheldon, of course, then had to show off our setup. Bill definitely
had the better looking truck of the two, but he owned his truck. Before we
left Bill gave Sheldon and I one of his new business cards. The card with a
glossy black background showed a Sliver Peterbuilt image on the right side
of the card with an orange Independent Owner Operator logo on the left. In
the center was informational lettering printed in raised gold. The card not
only listed Bill's name and phone numbers, also e-mail and website. All in
all a very impressive looking professional business card.

The huge illuminated parking area was humming with big rigs idling and the
smell of fuel permeated the air. Before Bill climbed into the cab of his
Pete he turned to me with an invitation, "If you ever get tired of ridin
around with Shell and want to experience an over the road long haul let me
know. You got my information on my card."

With that said Bill climbed up into the cab of the big Pete. He winked at
me and then fired up the powerful diesel engine. We all waved and said our
goodbyes as Bill pulled away, and then Sheldon and I walked towards our
eighteen-wheeler. On the way Sheldon slapped me on the back and told me
that it was time for night training. I climbed up into cab of the Kenworth,
adjusting the driver's seat before igniting the big Cat engine. Sheldon
walked around checking the lights before assuming the second seat.

Once Sheldon was seated I pushed in the clutch, engaged the transmission,
released the parking brake, let out on the clutch again and we were
moving. As the big tractor-trailer began slowly rolling forward Sheldon
told me to watch both mirrors and not snag anything as we departed the
parking area. In a matter of minutes we were back on the Interstate where I
was going through the gears heading the big rig south east towards our
final destination. My mind whirred thinking about what lay ahead.



 [To my readers I enjoy hearing from you, especially the positive
comments. The feedback on the story thus far has been mostly positive;
however, there have been some negative e-mails regarding the story. I tend
not to reply to most of the negative comments, but let me address some
concerns expressed.

First off, this is not a true love story; it is a work of erotic fiction
based on some truths. The story is about a young sexually adventurous male
in his late teens, we all remember those tumultuous teen years, years of
experimentation, indulgence and uncertainty. We all had our true loves back
in high school and college, gay or straight, with whom we shared much in
the way of intimacy. Many of us also had secret outside interests with
partners of the same sex. As a writer I am one of those many who had secret
sexual trysts, but eventually settled with one life partner. I'm glad that
I experimented during my teens and twenties; maybe it made for a more solid
foundation in my future relationship.

Secondly, many e-mails have taken me to task for introducing biracial
characters into the story. To that I say again, it is a fictional story,
live with it and enjoy the storyline. Others have emailed me begging me not
to kill Ronny the Marine off. Ronny has many more months left on his
deployment; many things can happen in those months. I haven't made a
decision on the ending to the story yet. Ronny may live, come back home and
the two characters live happily ever after. Or he may get wounded or even
killed in action in Afghanistan. Others want Gary, the main character, to
develop a sexual relationship with Ronny's younger brother Brandon.

The latest e-mail beat me up for introducing Sheldon the tow truck driver
that is ten years older than Gary the main character in the story. Remember
that all characters in the story are of legal age of consent and
fictional. Variety is the spice of life.

 To me as a writer and as a reader of erotic fiction I look for action,
conflict, suspense and to be taken on an unforgettable journey. Throughout
my story I try to arouse one's sexual desires. As a writer my job is to
entertain and draw emotional response from my readers. Many times readers
want to be drawn into the storyline, looking for characters to which they
can relate. I try to develop believable characters and storyline. Above all
I hope to deliver a good plot that keeps my readers guessing what's next
and wanting to read more.]