Date: Sun, 10 Jan 2016 06:22:11 +0000
From: Kiwi Lad <kiwilad91@outlook.com>
Subject: Road Train - Chapter 1

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Road Train Chapter 1

I put the empty bottle of Heineken on the counter, picked up my bag and
headed to the exit. I stepped out of the small bar into the harsh
Australian summer sun and squinted towards the main highway leading out to
the desert. My plan was pretty foolproof, or at least it was to me. Catch a
ride with, with whoever will take me, as far East as possible. Away from my
bitch ex-girlfriend. A farmer travelling between towns had been kind enough
to drop me off this far and I've been stuck in this two-house town since
yesterday. Across from from me and the bar stood the service station, the
only building that doesn't look like it is on the verge of collapse. This
town is the last stop on a long empty highway to the next desert town.
According to the bartender most of the road trains stop here to fill up on
gas before continuing off along the highway. Road trains are pretty common
in the outback. Huge trucks with three or four trailers, some as heavy as
200 tonnes. I figured that I could persuade one of the men to let me tag
along with them. Most drivers enjoy the company. Spending a few days out in
the open road can be pretty lonely, surely there would be a trucker willing
to share the ride.

I crossed the road to the service station. The station itself was quite
big. Big enough to allow two trucks to pull off the road, side-by-side and
fill up. The small dust-covered convenience store looked almost out of
place next to it. I walked in to the servo and nodded towards the
attendee. He acknowledged my greeting then went back to reading the skin
mag he was flicking through. I grabbed a bottle of water from the lone
fridge and grabbed some change from my pocket and placed it on the
counter. The man grumbled his appreciation and lethargically swiped it off
the counter.

	"When's the next truck coming in?" I asked.

	"What is this? A fucking bus stop? He replied.

He had a point. Without another word I grabbed my water and walked outside
and around to the shady side of the building. I chucked my bag to the
ground and sat with my back against the wall and waited. I checked the time
on my phone, it was just after 10am.

A few hours later I heard a loud engine approach. The relatively silent
town all of a sudden seemed to rumble. Sure enough an enormous green and
white truck approached, slowly turning into the service station and pulling
up next to the pump. I grabbed my bag and jumped up towards the truck. The
driver side door swung open and out slumped a cliché, late 40's or
early 50's potbellied bloke wearing a stained white wifebeater and
stubbies. He clamoured down from the cab with as much grace as a wombat
tumbling down a hill. He managed to somehow stick the landing, obviously
from years of practice. I approached him with my bag swung over one arm and
the other one extended to shake his hand.

	"Hi my name's Liam. I'm from Perth and I'm heading to Melbourne to
meet up with my cousin. I was wondering if I could catch a ride with you if
you're heading that way?"

He looked me up and down, ignoring my extended hand.

	"Bugger off kid, ya bloody free loader. Kids these days expect
everything for nothing!"

His attitude took me off guard. Most small town folk were usually friendly.
Sure some had a chip on their shoulder but they were still mostly friendly
people.

	"I won't bother you I promise, I just need a ride..."

	"I said fuck off kid." he responded and turned his back on me as he
returned to filling up the rig. I turned away and headed back to my shady
spot not feeling very hopeful about my chances of getting to Melbourne.

Just as I slumped against the wall I heard the faint rumbling of another
engine in the distance. I stood up and looked along the highway. It seemed
unusual that two trucks would show up one after the other but sure enough
there was another one heading towards us. I watched as it swung in beside
the green and white rig belonging to the old geezer. I decided to try my
luck again, trying not to let my first attempt cast any doubt over me. This
truck was white with maroon over the engine and had three large trailers
hooked up to it. The driver door swung open and out leapt a tall burly
looking guy maybe only a few years older than me. He stood at maybe 6'1 or
6'2 and had on a tight blue tee shirt and black stubbies. He saw me walking
over to him and flashed a grin at me. He had few days worth of neatly
trimmed stubble on his face, making his already strong jawline look even
more masculine. His hair was trimmed short and was little messy on top. I
noticed his nose was slightly crooked probably from a previous break.

	"Hey mate." He greeted me before I had a chance to.

	"Hey." I replied. I extended my hand. "My name's Liam. I'm heading
to Melbourne and I was wondering if I might be able to catch a lift with
you."

	"Thought you might ask that. You'd be surprised how often we get
folks wanting a ride. Sure thing mate. Chuck your bag up in the cab and
grab a seat. My name's Brent. " He shook my hand firmly. I was surprised
how strong his hand was. It felt slightly rough and calloused. For someone
who sat in a truck all day he seemed surprisingly muscular. His chest and
forearms bulged and his stubbies were almost tight around his thighs. He
probably scored a lot with the ladies I thought to myself.

	"Thank you, I really appreciate it man." I smiled. He seemed really
friendly. I walked around to the passenger door just in time to see the
asshole from the other truck slam his door closed. He scowled and slowly,
and loudly, began to pull out of the station. I just smiled and climbed up
to the passenger seat.

The cabin was surprisingly roomy. There was a decent amount of leg room for
me to stretch my legs and it was nice and cool inside the cabin. I put my
bag down by my feet and looked around. Behind the seats was a single
mattress and above that was a small flat screen tv on a mount hanging down
above the foot of the bed. It looked like there were a few storage
compartments and there were a few clothing items thrown lazily on the
bed. A couple of pictures of naked chicks were stuck up on the wall next to
the bed. He likely tore them out of a couple of magazines after a wank and
put them there. There was a tee shirt and some boxers crumpled up in a heap
on the side of the bed which he probably changed out of this morning before
hitting the road.

The driver door swung open and Brent lifted himself up into the cab
effortlessly. His massive arms flexing in the process. He grinned at me
again and chucked a brown paper bag at me. It took me off guard but I
caught it.

	"Here's something to eat. The next stop is about six hours drive
from here and there's nowhere to stop for food before that." he said as he
buckled himself into his seat and started the engine.

	"Thanks!" I replied, peering into the bag to see two mince
pies. "Let me grab some money to pay you back." I reached into my bag to
rummage for my wallet.

	"Don't worry about it mate. Happy to have some company with me on
the road. Should make the trip go a lot faster."

The truck pulled out onto the road and away from the gas town.

	"So where are you from?" He asked.

	"Geraldton, a few hours drive up from Perth." I replied.

	"Yea I know the place. There's some good beaches there. So what's
in Melbourne?"

	"Something new." I replied. "I needed to get out of that place and
my Cousin said I could crash with him while I find something to do there."

	"Things not so good back home?" he looked over with a concerned
look. He seemed to genuinely care, one of those guys that would give you
his jacket in the rain if you didn't have one.

	I chuckled. "Yea you could say that. I came home from work early
one day and caught my best mate balls deep in my missus."

	He laughed. "Yea I've been there mate."

Brent had a contagious laugh, I couldn't help but laugh about it
myself. Sure it had been rough at the time and I hated both their guts but
it motivated me to get out of Geraldton.

	"So what did you do in Geraldton?" he asked me.

	"I'm a mechanic. Dad taught me pretty much everything I know."

	"Heh, most mechanics I know have a beer belly that scrapes the
engine they're working under. How'd a mechanic like you keep such a fit
body?"

I laughed at Brent's comment and felt some pride in myself at the same
time. "I love to surf. Most days after work or if the garage was quiet I'd
head out to the beach and hit the waves. Every weekend I'd be down there
with my mate Jared seeing who could catch the biggest wave. We started to
gym together too. Jared said it helped his game with the ladies. Besides
you don't look like your average trucker mate." I jabbed.

	"Yea I'm really into footy back home. Been playing it since I was a
boy. Play it every chance I can with the lads down at the club. Almost
managed to get into the big leagues too but I didn't quite make the cut."

	"That explains your massive thighs." I said without thinking. I
wondered if he would take it the wrong way that I had been checking out his
legs.

	"Thanks bro. Yea I guess I'm pretty stoked with how my body is."
Brent flexed his bicep. I don't know why but it turned me on. Everything
about Brent was fucking sexy.

	"How old are you?" He asked.

	"Twenty five. You?"

	"Just turned thirty." He smiled.

He looked young for his age. It probably helped that he had a strong
jawline and a good body but I never would have guessed he was thirty.

We kept talking into the early evening, we got on like a house on
fire. Brent was really easy to talk to and I felt myself becoming quite
comfortable with him. I started to feel pretty tired after a while.  I
didn't get a decent nights sleep the night prior and it had been a long
day. The sun was setting and lit up the desert sky a pale orange blue
gradient.

Brent caught me yawning. "You know there's a bed in the back if you wanna
crash mate?" He offered.

	"Actually I could really do with some sleep man. You don't mind do
you?"

	"Not at all. Go for it" he offered. "Just kick my dirty clothes to
the side. Sorry about the mess, I wasn't expecting to share my bed." He
said almost embarrassed.

The thought of sharing a bed with Brent made my dick stir but I put it to
the back of my mind and climbed over the seat into the bed behind us.

	"Make yourself comfortable mate." He said.

The head of the bed was directly behind Brent's seat and with him facing
the road he wouldn't be able to see me.  I stripped off my jeans and lay on
top of the bed in my tee and boxers. It was too warm to get under the
blanket. I moved his tee off the bed and noticed his boxers to the side of
the pillow. I'm not sure why but I picked them up to inspect them. The
thought of Brent's cock in the pouch of the boxers turned me on. My dick
got hard at the thought. They were a white pair of cotton boxer briefs with
`Bonds' on the label.

The pouch seemed pretty stretched out at the front and they looked like
they had been owned for a few years. I looked inside and saw marks left by
precum. I remember taking off my own boxers after my ex-girlfriend had been
teasing me through my pants one night and seeing the same marks left by my
own excitement. There were a few piss stains where the tip off his cock sat
in the crotch of his undies. I imagined Brent slipping his dick back into
his shorts after taking a leak and the last few drops soaking into the
fabric. I brought the crotch to my face and inhaled the strong masculine
smell of Brent's cock. It was almost overwhelming, not dirty or pungent but
a strong musky smell. My cock throbbed. I couldn't remember being this
horny in a long time and I didn't understand why. I considered myself to be
straight but there was something about Brent that made me incredibly
horny. Maybe I was just getting sick of wanking my own cock after breaking
up with Natasha. I wanted to jerk off so badly with Brent's dirty boxers
pressed to my face but I was scared of being caught. He could turn around
at any point and see my erection tenting my boxers or worse my face buried
in his undies. I put the boxers to the side of the bed and lay down hoping
my rock hard dick would subside. I must have been tired because not long
after I lay down I fell asleep.

I woke up to Brent gently tapping my shoulder. "Hey buddy, we're here." He
said eagerly.

	"Where's here?" I asked, still feeling sleepy.

	"Warburton. There's a small motel here that's popular with the
truckers. It's got a good bar and I got us a room for the night. It will be
nice not to have to sleep in Bessie tonight." he grinned and slapped the
side of the bed.

	"Bessie?! You named your truck Bessie?" I laughed.

	"Yep nothing is more fitting for the old girl" he chuckled.

Brent showed me to the motel room he had arranged for us. The room looked
dated and the furnishings all looked tired, as if they'd give out at any
moment. I was slightly disappointed that there were two single beds side by
side and not a large queen we could have shared.

	"You sure this will be more comfortable than Bessie?" I joked.

	"Guess we will find out won't we." Brent laughed as he tossed his
shoes off to the side and jumped on the nearest bed. The wooden frame
groaned under his weight and the mattress squeaked like an orgy of rats
going at it in the wall. "Man this thing would be no good for fucking on!"
Brent joked as he made thrusting motions with his hips, each thrust making
the mattress squeak comically. I laughed out loud and threw the pillow from
my bed at him. He caught it easily. "Still, it won't be as loud as your
snoring." He smirked cheekily.

	"Aww shit was I really snoring?" I asked slightly embarrassed.

	"Mate I wasn't sure which was louder, the engine or you!" We both
cracked up.

We made our way to the bar shortly afterwards and got ourselves a couple of
beers and some pub grub. As the night progressed we seemed to joke and
tease each other more and more. Part way through the evening I needed to
piss. I told Brent I needed to take a leak and looked for the bathroom. I
walked in and walked up to the narrow steel trough urinal. I felt slightly
buzzed from all the beers we had been knocking back. I whipped out my uncut
cock and started pissing as I heard the bathroom door open. Brent walked
right up beside me still holding a beer in his hand.

	"Didn't realise how much I needed a piss until you mentioned it."
He nodded, flashing his cheeky smile at me.

I chuckled and looked back down at my stream. Using his other hand, Brent
reached into his stubbies and pulled out his cock. I couldn't help but look
over at it. He had a modestly sized uncut dick with ample foreskin covering
his helmet, forming a spout at the tip. I was amused at how similar our
cocks were and at the same time turned on knowing what equipment Brent was
working with. My shaft was slightly longer flaccid with the same amount of
foreskin covering my head where Brent's was thicker and more veiny. Without
skinning back his foreskin he began to piss a heavy stream into the
urinal. Both our streams were clear from the amount we had been drinking.

	"I'm gunna head back to the room mate. Got an early start
tomorrow." He said then took another swig of his beer.

	"I'll head back with you I replied." Hoping my cock wouldn't start
to show how turned on I was.

Brent finished up his piss at the same time as I did. He lazily shook his
dick a couple of times before tucking it back into his shorts
one-handed. That explains the piss mark in his boxers I thought to
myself. I followed suit and we headed back to the motel room.

	"Mind if I grab a shower?" I asked.

	"Go for it bro. I'm right behind you." He replied.

I went into the small cramped bathroom, closed the door and stripped
off. The shower was soothing. I thought about Brent's cock and my own
stiffened up and I tugged at it while I cleaned off. I didn't want to keep
Brent waiting so I didn't finish jerking off. I got out and towelled off
then wrapped my towel around my waist.  I stepped back into the room to see
Brent already stripped down to his boxers. His body looked just like a
typical rugby player. His pecs and shoulders bulged and his thighs
stretched out the legs of his boxers. I'm surprised the elastic hadn't
given out. His chest and abs were smooth. His dick bulged out in his boxers
propped up by his massive thighs.

	"All yours mate." I stepped past him

	"Cheers buddy!" He playfully slapped my ass as we walked past each
other. I turned and sat on my bed to see him shucking off his boxers and
flick them back to his bed. His muscular ass looked incredible. My cock
sprang back to being fully erect. Brent didn't bother closing the door,
instead he just stepped in to the shower and closed the curtain behind him.
I took off my towel and went to grab a fresh pair of boxers from my bag. As
I did I noticed Brent's lying on the floor next to his bed. I picked them
up. They were still warm from his body heat. I look inside the pouch and
noticed a wet spot from where his piss soaked into the fabric. I lifted
them to my nose and inhaled. The musky, masculine scent was much stronger
than his other pair. My other hand wrapped itself around my hard shaft and
I started pumping my cock while I breathed in Brent's scent. I wanted to
cum so bad but Brent could get out of the shower at any moment and catch me
in the act.

I dropped his undies back to the floor and grabbed a fresh pair out of my
bag, pulling them over my stiff prick. My hard on strained against the
fabric. I pulled back the sheets and slipped in to the squeaky bed just as
Brent turned off the shower. A few moments later he walked out of the
shower stark naked completely nonchalant to his state of dress. My dick
throbbed at the sight of the rugby player in front of me. His flaccid cock
bounced with each step as he walked over to his bed.

	"Man you aren't shy are you." I stated.

	"Na mate, you get used to blokes seeing your junk when you spend as
much time in the changing rooms as I do." Brent laughed. "It's just a dick
buddy, we've both got one. You see plenty of cock in the showers. You get
to know who has the biggest on the team pretty quick too. Some cunts like
to brag." he smirked playfully.

	"Sounds like you have a pretty close team back home."

	"Yea most of the boys have been playing together since high
school. We make the new guys feel welcome too." he responded as he pulled
back the sheet on his bed and climbed in. His massive frame made the bed
creak loudly. He reached over to the light switch and turned it off.

	"Catch you in the morning bro." he said as he rolled on to his
side.

	"Yea you too mate." I replied. I lay in the bed with my arms behind
my head looking up at the ceiling. I was already feeling good about my
decision to leave Geraldton. I smiled and replayed the events of the day in
my mind as I drifted off to sleep.

___

I woke up early in the morning to Brent pulling on his stubbies overs
morning wood. His dick formed a very noticeable bulge in his shorts. He was
obviously a grower. He pulled on a singlet and smiled at me. "Morning bro!"
he said happily. I groaned and rubbed my eyes in response.

	"What time is it man?" I asked.

	"Six thirty. Sorry for the rude awakening mate but we gotta hit the
road."

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, my own cock standing
hard and proud stretched the crotch of my boxers. Despite Brent's very laid
back attitude to his masculinity I felt self conscious and quickly pulled
on a pair of boardies. They didn't do much to hide my hard on. I got my
stuff together and we both headed down to the reception to drop of the
key. We grabbed a quick greasy breakfast at a small diner that I was
surprised was open so early for such a small town. After we wolfed down our
meals we hit the road. I wasn't used to starting the day so early and was
still quite tired. It didn't seem to affect Brent, for him it was business
as usual. The road went on without twisting or turning, just a long
straight and flat road surrounded by desert. The only interesting part of
the morning aside from seeing Brents hard bulging shorts was a mob of roos
that bounced along beside the truck before turning away towards some hills.

By mid morning we were back to our usual form, joking and teasing one
another and telling each other about our lives. Brent told me about his
life growing up in a small town like me. He played footy, at first to fit
in, but then found it to be his true life passion. His dad encouraged him
to train as much as he could. His dad drove a road train too which meant he
wasn't often around, but when he was in town he would make sure he went to
every one of Brent's games. Brent told me that when he didn't make the cut
for the professional league it took a big toll on him. He struggled to find
a job and was't sure what to do with his life. He kept playing and his
mates on the team helped him get through it. He got a job as a builder
through one of the lads on the team when he was twenty two and picked up
the skills of the trade really quickly. He did pretty well for himself for
a while until his mum passed away which shook up his dad pretty bad. His
dad became ill not long after. Brent took over the road train as a way of
thanking his dad for all the years supporting his dreams of playing league
professionally. It was only meant to be temporary but Brent told me he fell
in love with it. He enjoyed travelling all over Australia, meeting new
people and the stress free, laid back attitude that came with the job. Even
if it meant being away from home for days or weeks at a time.

He asked me about my life and my experiences so far. I told him how my
older bro taught me how to surf. After that I surfed as often as I could, I
even competed in a couple of tournaments as a teenager. We were a poor
family and we didn't have much, the garage struggled to stay open some
years but I never felt like I had a bad childhood and was always grateful
for what my parents did for me. I told him how I met my best mate Jared
through our mutual love for surfing and quickly became inseparable, on the
beach and at school and eventually the gym too. I explained how I met my
ex-girlfriend at the garage after her parents car broke down. Natasha was
one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen. When we met, she had just
moved in to town with her family and was bitter about moving from Perth to
such a small town but she grew to like it. After seeing each other for a
few months we eventually got a cheap place a few minutes out of town. She
got a job as an English teacher at my old high school. I swear to god the
horny teens in her class must have had constant hard ons seeing her perky
tits all day. She had a habit of wearing a low cut top or loosely buttoned
blouse that made her pretty popular with the lads in school and their
fathers. The mums not so much.

Then I told Brent about how I caught Jared boning her one day. She always
finished teaching at around 3:30pm and it wasn't far from the school to our
place. I couldn't remember why I even went home early that day but I did
remember finding it weird seeing Jared's ute parked out front when I got
there. They mustn't have heard me come in because they were still rutting
when I went in to the bedroom. Natasha covered her shame with the bed
sheets and Jared backed against the wall, his semi still glistening from
her wet cunt. I recalled how Natasha looked at me and the tears that began
to stream down her face. I remembered how Jared pleaded with me that `It's
not what it seems bro' and told me he was sorry. I couldn't remember what I
screamed and shouted, just the rage I felt. The sadness came later.

Brent looked over at me with concern as I recalled the events that lead to
me deciding to move my life across country.

	"It's ok man. It's in the past now and I've moved on from it all."
I said in response to his worried look. "I think the worst part was my best
buddy letting me down like that ya know? I mean we practically grew up
together. We were like brothers." I said deflated.

	"Yea man that's rough." Brent replied. I could feel he didn't know
what to say or how to comfort me.

	"Fuck them both. They can have each other." I looked over at Brent
and smiled trying to lighten the mood. "Boy do I do miss her pussy though."
I said jokingly.

Brent cracked up laughing.

	"She had these amazing tits you know? They were really perky and
firm. Not too big but just so perfect. I loved sucking on her nipples while
i fucked her. And the way she would moan just put me over the edge each
time."

	"Damn bro that sounds fucking hot!" Brent exclaimed.

	"You got not idea man. You have a girlfriend back home?" I asked.

	"Na not right now. Had a few short term flings but I mostly don't
have the time for anything more." he shrugged. "Tell me more about your
exes tits." he grinned.

I laughed. "You horny cunt."

	"Hey shut up. I haven't had any in a while." he chided playfully.

	"Looking back on it I kinda should have seen it coming, her
shagging Jared. She was a freak in bed, always hungry for more. The first
time we fucked was out behind the garage. We had been on a couple of dates
already and she came in to thank me for fixing up her parents old car for
the third time. I don't know why they kept that old piece of shit. Anyway
she told me she had a present for me and grabbed my overalls and dragged me
out back. She practically ripped my clothes off me. My arms were still
covered in grease but she didn't care, she went straight to sucking my dick
then turned around and let me fuck her doggy. The kinky bitch had a condom
on my dick faster than I can put one on myself. Shit I loved the way her
tits bounced when I fucked her."

My dick started to grow at the memory of Natasha's pussy.

	"Shiiiiit..." was all Brent could muster to say. He reached down to
his crotch and adjusted himself. Clearly my story had the same effect on
him as it did me.

	"Yea man, this one time she rode me in her classroom in the middle
of the fucking day! She had a free period in between classes and we had
planned to grab lunch together. Instead she got my hand and slid it up her
skirt to feel her wet pussy. I got hard instantly. I bent her over her desk
and fucked her right there. She didn't even take off her skirt. I had to
keep covering her mouth to stop her moaning so loud incase someone walking
past heard us."

Brent's hard cock stretched the crotch of his shorts. I caught him reach
down and squeeze his dick through his stubbies as I was talking. My own
cock was throbbing just as hard.

	"She begged me to cum on her tits so I covered them. Then she had
me lick it up so her students wouldn't see. Man that classroom must have
stunk of pussy."

	"You licked up your own load?" Brent asked, intrigued.

	"Yea mate. She always loved kissing me when I had cum in my
mouth. Plus it tastes kinda good."

Brent's dick strained against his shorts, looking like it was about to rip
free.

	"You ever tasted your load?" I asked curiously.

	"Um yea." he scratched his head almost as if he was
embarrassed. "Well not mine."

	"Huh?" I shot him a confused look.

	"Well this one time after a match, me and one of the lads, Steve,
were still hanging around the changing rooms. We were both drinking and
joking around after our big win and his missus came in wondering what was
taking him so long. I had just finished showering and was still
starkers. She turned red and went to bolt but Steve stopped her and told
her to grab a beer with us. We ended up pretty smashed. I was still naked
and Stevo caught Sarah eyeing up my cock so he teased her about it. I guess
he didn't want to feel outdone or maybe he just wanted to show his
dominance or something but he whipped out his cock and asked her who's was
better. We were all laughing, I thought it was hilarious. He came over to
me and grabbed my shoulder so we were side by side, me naked and him with
his league shorts around his thighs. `Come feel them babe. tell me which
one you'd want in your sweet pussy' he said to her. I couldn't believe it
but she did it! I mean she just walked up to us both and wrapped her hands
around our junk without even pausing to think about it. I boned up
instantly. Then she dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. I
was fucking stunned. I must have looked like an idiot just standing there
with my mouth open." Brent adjusted himself again.

	"Steve acted like this was completely normal and leaned over,
grabbed my hand and put it on his dick. I sorta freaked out. I pulled back
from him and I guess I looked like a deer in the headlights. He pulled me
over and said it was alright and put his cock in my hand again. After he
told me that, I just sorta went with it. His dick was fucking massive and
it felt really weird to hold another guys tool in your hand ya know? I'd
seen his soft cock plenty of times before but never hard. He outshone mine
by almost an inch. I jerked him off as Sarah blew me. Then we went over to
one of the benches and we spit roasted her. Steve started off in her pussy
then we traded places and I fucked her for a bit. Man she felt so tight on
my dick. She had one of those really skinny waists with a gorgeous
ass. Then she asked me to swap places, so I lay on my back on the bench and
she got on top of me in a 69 position and went down on my cock. Her pussy
was right in my face so I started to eat her out. Then Stevo lined up his
cock and started fucking her pussy while I licked and sucked her clit. I'm
lucky Stevo had a small pair of nuts or he would have clocked me in the
face" Brent laughed. "He fucked her pretty hard and I heard him say he was
cumming, then I saw is whole shaft throb as he unloaded in her. When he
pulled out his dick, his cum flowed out of her pussy into my mouth. I ate
her out and could taste his cum inside her. I don't know why but tasting my
mates jizz made me cum so hard."

	"Jesus that's hot." I said as I realised my hand had been rubbing
my dick the whole time he was talking. I looked over to see Brent doing the
same. His story had me on edge and it had been a few days since I had last
cum.

	"Thanks mate. I think your story was hotter though. I bet your ex
looked amazing with your load on her tits." Brent exhaled, still groping
his bulge.

I reached into my bag and grabbed my iPhone. "How about I show you mate?" I
said with a cheeky grin. I remembered I still had quite a few photos from
when we were still dating, I hadn't gotten around to deleting any yet. I
swiped through the camera roll to a picture I had taken after one of our
fuck sessions a few months back.

	"You serious?" Brent asked eagerly.

	"Check it out." I passed him the phone.

Brent glanced at it while also keeping an eye on the road. Not that there
was any turns or traffic for miles ahead that he had to look out for.

	"Oh man she is fucking gorgeous!" he said as he flicked through the
pics. "I can see why she liked you too. Thats some impressive equipment you
got there mate."

	"What?" I grabbed the phone back off him confused. I had completely
forgotten about the snaps I had taken of me fucking Natasha. Brent had
stopped on a close-up of my hard cock resting against her pussy lips. My
foreskin was pulled back past the helmet which shone with my precum and her
juices.

	"I hope you don't mind bro but I gotta let the beast outta the
cage, it's starting to hurt." Brent edged his shorts down to his knees and
his hard cock sprang free. His thick cock throbbed in time with his
heartbeat. I looked over at it, mesmerised. Brent's shaft curved slightly
upwards and his long foreskin covered his cock head. His pubes were trimmed
neatly and his nuts were completely smooth.

Brent caught me staring at his manhood. "Pretty nice ain't it?" he grinned
and grave it a few strokes with his left hand while his right gripped the
steering wheel. "Get yours out too man. Let's see it."

I didn't hesitate. I grabbed by boardies and slid them to my ankles. My
dick sprung up and slapped my stomach as soon as it was freed from by
boxers. It stood proudly at a 85 degree angle with my foreskin pulled back
behind my flared pink bell-end. I gave it a tug a couple of times then
looked back to Brent. He was looking at my cock.

	"Fucking nice one man!" He said as he glanced back to the road.

	"What's it like to touch another guys cock?" I asked timidly.

	"You wanna try?" Brent responded looking down at his cock then back
at me.

	"I guess your story about Stevo just got me curious." I said,
embarrassed that I had even asked in the first place. Brent noticed me
blushing

	"It's cool bro. Try it."

I slowly reached over to his boner and wrapped my hand around it. Brent let
out a sigh as my hand touched his manhood. I was surprised at how warm it
felt. Instinct kicked in and I gave it a few tugs, moving his foreskin back
and forth over his helmet.

	"Aww mate that feels good." Brent sighed. "So what do you think?"

	 "It's so hard!" Is all I could manage to reply, I was too
mesmerised by his tool. I leaned over closer to get a better grip on his
cock and started to increase my rhythm. As I wanked his cock I could smell
his musk, the same as his boxers only much stronger.

	"Awww fuuuck." Brent moaned.

Brent's masculine smell was overpowering, I wanted more. I undid my
seatbelt and moved over to him. Brent knew what I wanted and lifted an arm
from the steering wheel so I could get closer. I pulled back his foreskin
and wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock.

	"Holy shit bro!" He said in a breathy voice.

I licked the tip of his knob and tasted his manhood. It was a strong
masculine taste, that I couldn't compare to anything, as well as hints of
pre cum and piss. Brent moved a hand to the back of my head and pushed me
further down his cock. I lowered myself as far as I could go, until my
stubble was tickling his balls. I tried to mimic what Natasha did to my
cock when she blew me. Brent's moaning continued to get louder and I could
taste more and more pre cum oozing out of his cock. I continued sucking him
from the tip of his dick right down to his balls.

	"Fuck mate you're a natural!" Brent sighed. "I gotta pull over."

Brent slowed the truck down and manoeuvred to the side of the dusty road,
eventually coming to a complete stop. I kept sucking him the entire
time. As soon as the truck was stationary he moved one hand to my head and
the other to my shoulder.

	"God I'm gunna jizz mate." He moaned loudly.

I felt his entire cock stiffen even more, then his orgasm hit. His first
jet of cum shot out of his cock directly down my throat. Brent's hips
thrust up to meet my mouth and his hand pulled my head closer. I moved back
up his shaft trying not to choke as his cock flooded my mouth with cum. It
was thick and salty but tasted incredible. Brent moaned as his whole body
shook. I swallowed and felt even more cum flow out of his cock.

	"Shit mate that was amazing." Brent panted heavily, coming down for
his orgasm. I sat up in my seat and swallowed the last of Brent's nut. Just
then Brent reached over and wrapped his hand around my shaft and began to
pump. I was already so close to cumming and seeing Brent's strong thick
fingers wrapped around my tool and his massive bicep flexing as he jerked
my cock put me over the edge. Cum shot out of my cock, hitting me on the
chin and chest as well as covering Brent's hand. I closed my eyes and
grabbed on to Brent's arm as my orgasm shook my body.

	"Damn bro that was a big load." He chuckled. He brought his cum
covered hand to his mouth and licked some of it off. "I see why your ex was
hooked on this stuff too." He grinned cheekily at me and we both laughed.

I hadn't cum so hard in a long time. I took off my cum soaked tee shirt and
wiped the jizz off my face. The gravity of what I had just done started to
sink in. I'd just sucked another blokes cock. I'd never had these urges
before in my life. I didn't feel gay, yet I had an undoubtable attraction
to Brent. His muscular frame and handsome face really turned me on and I
had really gotten in to sucking his dick. I could still taste his load in
my mouth and began to feel uneasy.

Brent must have noticed my discomfort and reached over and put a hand on my
shoulder. "Hey you ok man?" He asked.

	"Uh, yea." I said, not really sure if I was or not. "I've never
done that before."

	"First time for me too mate. Getting sucked by another bloke that
is." He said casually. "I liked it though"

Hearing Brent talk about it so casually made me feel somewhat better. He
seemed to only care about what made him happy and not getting caught up in
what anyone else thought.

	"Yea I guess I did too." I smiled.

Brent slapped my shoulder reassuringly. "I dunno about you but I gotta take
a wicked piss." He changed the subject. I realised it did too, I always had
to after blowing my wad. Brent climbed out of the truck and walked a few
meters over to a small bush. I got out of the cab and followed his
lead. Brent flopped out his cock in and began to let loose. I did the same,
aiming my stream towards the bush Brent pissed on. I nudged him in the
shoulder with my free hand and said "Watch this." I aimed my stream across
his, accidentally splashing his boot in the process.

	"Hey watch it mate!" He shouted playfully and aimed his stream
towards me. I dodged out of the way in time and we continued to sword fight
with our streams until we were both drained. Once we finished playing we
tucked our cocks back into our shorts and headed back to the truck. With a
loud roar the rig rumbled back onto the road towards our next stop.

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