Date: Tue, 31 Oct 2006 04:20:32 EST
From: BULLBALLS1@aol.com
Subject: Truck Stop Fill Up ( Nut Butter )

Truck Stop Fill Up
Nut Butter


       It was late Fall.   Vince and I were both out of school for the
Thanks Giving Day holiday.   We were both skinny kids.   We usually
didn't eat breakfast.   We'd fix something quick like cereal, if, we had
anything at all.   We usually just ate lunch at school.    Mom worked,
and wouldn't be home for lunch.   So, she fixed us something for
breakfast.     It was early, and I was still in bed.   Mom set the french
toast on our plates with the syrup on the table, and had my brother wake
me.    He was already dressed in blue jeans, and had a long sleve shirt
on.    I just got up out of bed in my pajamas.   I sat at the dining room
table with Vince.
    There was a couple dollars and a hand written note on the table.
"What's that for? I asked as I reached over and pulled the money to
me.    He reached over the table and pulled the money back.   "Mom wants
me to go to the store," he told me.   He hesitated for a moment;
then, pushed the money back.    "You can keep the change if you go for
me," he told me.   I grabbed the money.   "Don't forget the list," he
told me.   I reached over, grabbed the note, and crumpled the money all
in my hand.   I shoved everything into my pajama pocket; then, reached
over the table and grabbed the corn syrup.   I buried my  french toast in
it.   Vince looked over at me.    "Yer gonna be sick," he warned me.   I
just ignored him and poured more corn syrup on my toast, and ate every
bit of it, syrup and all.
      Both our parents were at work, and Vince had to watch me while our
parents were gone.  After we ate I stayed in my pajamas, and pulled a
blanket into the living room to cover myself while I watched tv.    It
was around noon when Gary just walked into the living room with his
winter coat on and a football in his hand.    Most of the time Gary
didn't even knock if he knew our parents weren't home.    Gary lived down
at the other end of the block from us.  Vince and Gary had known each
other since they began school together, and any courtesy had long been
forgotten.   Gary stood just in the door way to the hall, and tossed the
football from hand to hand.    I turned to see him standing there.
"Hey runt," he called out as he looked over at me.     I just gave him an
ugly sneer.    He raised the foot ball up in his hand and stepped forward
with one foot.   He darted the ball at me.   I raised up on the couch and
threw my hand out in front of me.   Gary held the foot ball in his hand;
then, quickly turned to his side, dropped his hand and tossed the ball to
Vince.    Vince reached his hands out and caught the ball easily.
     Vince just sat there and smiled, but I didn't think it was funny.
Gary was a big kid with attitude.    He had short curly dark brown
reddish hair.   He was nearly the same age, and height as Vince, but a
good ten, or so, pounds heavier even though he didn't look fat.    I
really didn't like Gary, and really didn't think he liked me.    He was
the youngest of five kids.   I think his dad was a mechanic.   All the
older boys in his family knew how to work on cars, even Gary.    His mom
worked part time as a cook at my school.    His parents were alot older
than our parents.    His oldest brother Harold had just graduated from
highschool last year.
     "Com'on lets throw some ball," Gary told Vince.    Vince tossed the
football back to Gary; then, raised up and pushed himself up out of the
recliner.    My brother tapped me on the shoulder as he passed by me.   I
looked up at him.  "Don't forget to go to the store," he told me.
     Gary handed Vince the ball as Vince walked by him.    "I'll meet ya
outside,....... gotta take a leak," he told Vince.    Gary followed Vince
out into the hall.    I heard the bathroom door close, but wasn't sure
about the back door.    I threw the blanket off me, and got up off the
couch.    I snuck around, and looked into the hall.    The bathroom door
was closed, and the light was on.    I looked around the corner into the
kitchen.     I didn't see anyone so I stepped over toward the bathroom
door.    I could already hear Gary pissing in the toilet as I peeked thru
the hole in the door.    I seen the stream of piss coming from the piss
hole of his dick.    His coat was open.     He held his coat back with
one hand on his waist, and held his fingers under the head of his dick
with the thumb behind the crown of his dick head.    He had a big dick
head, and a fat cock even though his dick didn't look that long.    It
was more than a handfull from what I could see.   Gary had his pants
unfastened and opened with his underwear tucked up under his balls.
Gary was only a few months younger than Vince.   There wasn't a bit of
hair around his dick.   Not even a bit of fuzz.    His nuts were close up
and tight around the base of his dick, but were good size compared to my
brother.
       My little dick was tenting my underwear by time Gary finished
pissing.    He shook his dick.   A few drops of piss flung from his piss
hole.    He let his dick loose from his hand.    His dick dropped down
over his balls, and was actually longer now than I thought.     I watched
as the bundle of folded skin behind the head of his dick unfolded, and
rolled, over the head of his dick; then, quickly rolled completely over
the head of his dick.
     The skin  hung well over the head of his dick when he grabbed the
waist of his underwear beneath his balls.    His fat dick raised up and
the skin over the head of his dick slapped his belly as he pulled his
underwear up around his waist.    He zipped up and fastened his
pants.  Gary had skin on his dick like Vince and me.    I stepped back,
and ran into the living room.   I Jumped onto the couch and threw the
blanket over me.
       I wasn't even sure where Vince and Gary had gone, but it wasn't
long after they left my stomach began to cramp.   I went to bathroom.
I sat on the toilet with my pajama top on and my pajama bottoms pushed
down around my ankles.   I sat bent over with my head down between my
knees for a long time before I heard a knock on the bathroom door.   "You
ok,... lil' buddy?" I heard Vince asked.   "No,... my stomach hurts," I
replied as I raised my head up.   Vince pushed the bathroom door half way
open and looked down at me.   "You got the squirts?" he asked.
"Nooooo,... I can't poop," I answered.     "Uh ha,.......  told ya.  All
that syrup, huh" he replied with a long pause as he seemingly stood there
and thought about it.   "Is it really bad?" he asked.  "Yes!"  I
replied.  "Hold on little guy,.... let me get something," he told me then
walked away toward the kitchen.   I pushed the bathroom door open for
him.    He came back.   He looked back toward the kitchen before he
stepped into the bathroom; then, closed the door behind him.     "Stand
up," he told me as he grabbed my arm and pulled me up.      My little
dick stood straight out over my little balls as I stood up with my pajama
bottoms down around my ankles.    He kind of laughed some under his
breath when he seen my little dick which only embarassed me more.
    "Turn round n spread yer butt cheeks," he told me.    "Huh," I
replied.    "Jus' do it!" he told me.    I hesitated for a moment before
I turned around facing the toilet.    He knelt on the bathroom floor with
both knees.     "Spread'em,....... spread yer cheeks," he told me.    I
reached back with both hands and spread my ass cheeks apart.    I kind of
leaned forward some, but couldn't hold my balance well.   I fell forward,
and put one hand on the toilet seat.
     "That's ok,...... hold still," he told me as he grabbed the waist
band of my pajama bottoms with one hand.    I raised my foot and he
pulled my pajama bottoms off from around my foot.    I raised and kick my
other foot from my pajama bottoms; then, spread my legs apart with just
my pajama top on.
      Vince raised his hand, and pulled my ass cheek open as I held my
other ass cheek open for him.    I felt something cold and slippery on my
tight little butt hole.    "Push like ya gotta poop," he told me.    "I
can't," I replied.  "Yeah, ya can,........ now, do it!" he told me.   I
pushed some like I had to poop, and felt my tight ass ring push open as
something cold slipped in with the tip of Vince's finger up in me.
     "That hurt?" he asked.   "Uhhhh,....... no," I replied as I relaxed
my butt hole.    He held his finger in me for a little bit before he slid
a little more of his finger in me.    I pushed like I had to poop when I
felt his finger push in me; then, relaxed some.    What ever it was in me
didn't feel as cold now.    Vince pulled his finger back some; then,
pushed his finger in a little further this time.   "How's that feel?" he
asked.   It felt good, but I wasn't certain how to reply.    "Good," I
told him.   "Good,... huh," he answered as if though that wasn't the
answer he expected.    "You like that,... huh?" he asked.    I didn't
reply this time as he slid his finger out a little; then, all the way in
me to the knuckle of his hand.    I didn't move, or flinch, as he held
his finger all the way in me.   He moved his finger back some; then, in
before he pulled his finger all the way out of me.
       I looked down and could see Vince on his knees between my legs.
I thought I could see the outline, and buldge, of his dick raised up over
to the side in his jeans.    He dropped his hands to the floor and was
just about to push himself up when I took my hand off my ass cheek.    He
pushed himself up and stood behind me as I reached my hand up under me
and touched my butt hole with my finger.    My butt hole was slippery
from something.    I pushed my finger in and felt my tiny little butt
ring give way as I slid my finger in.    I raised my head up and looked
back at Vince standing behind me.    He looked over at me; then, back at
my ass as he cupped his hand over the crotch of his pants.    He grabbed,
and pulled, the crotch of his pants as I pulled my finger back some;
then, pushed in again.   I could definately see the outline of his dick
raised up and pushing out in his jeans.
      He looked over at the hole in the door; then, back at my ass.    He
grabbed the waist of his pants, and pulled his pants open.    The button
on his jeans popped as his pants unzipped all in one move.    I could see
the outline of his dick raised up over to the side in his white
underwear.   His dick pushed the elastic band of his underwear out from
his waist.    He slid his fingers under the elastic band, and pushed his
underwear up under his balls.    His dick was arched straight up over his
tight little balls.    There was some fuzz around the base of his dick,
but nothing that even looked like hair.   Not even a few hairs.   His
balls looked a little bigger.    Maybe the size of a ping pong ball, but
were still raised up close to the shaft of his hard dick.
      He grabbed the base of his dick with one hand, and my waist with
the other.    Even with his full hand wrapped around the shaft of his
dick he had more than a good handfull of dick sticking out from his
hand.    He bent his knees some and pulled my ass up by my waist as he
stepped up behind me.     I slid my finger out of my butt hole and put
both my hands on the ring of the toilet seat.     I felt the head of his
dick push up against my tight slippery little butt hole; then, quickly
push my ass ring open.    "Uhhhhh," I moaned as the head of his dick
popped into my ass hole.    "You ok?" he asked.    I caught my breath.
"Uh,....  yea," I replied as I nodded my head.    He grabbed my waist
with both hands and slowly pushed his dick up in me, stopped and pulled
back some.
      He took one hand from my ass, and smacked up under my ass cheek.
"Get up on the seat," he told me with his dick up in me.    I reached up,
grabbed and dropped the seat cover down.    I grabbed the back of the
seat cover with both hands.   I pulled my self up as I raised one knee up
onto the toilet cover; then, the other.    Vince pulled me up by my waist
with my knees on the seat cover without pulling his dick from my butt
hole.
      He stepped up closer behind me as I put both my hands up on the
toilet tank.    "Oh yeahhhhhh,........ that's it," I heard him say as he
slowly pushed the whole length of his dick into me.    I could feel his
warm body, and smooth skin, up against my ass cheeks.    He pulled back
some; then, pushed the whole length of his dick into me again.    I could
feel his dick head up in me with the thick hard shaft of his cock
stretching my tight little butt hole open.     He pulled his dick back
again.   "Push like ya gotta shit!" he told me.    "Huh," I replied.
     "Push!" he told me.    It wasn't what he told me.   It was the word
he used.   I had never heard him use a word like 'shit' before.    I
pushed my ass muscles out, and he plunged the length of his dick in me.
I relaxed some.    I could feel the head of his dick up in me, but I
wanted to feel the shaft of his dick.    I took one hand off the toilet
tank, and reached back between my legs.    When he pulled back some I
touched my finger up around my butt hole and felt the shaft of his dick
slide out of my tight little butt hole wrapped around his dick.     He
slowly pushed in some, but not the full length of his dick.    I felt his
little balls hit my hand as I rubbed my finger around the ring of my butt
hole and up around the shaft of his dick.     He pulled back with just
the head of his dick inside me.   I pushed my ass muscles open, and he
pushed all the way into me.    He knocked me forward.    I had to put
both hands on the toilet tank to hold me up.     He pulled his hard dick
back some; then, slammed the full length of his hard dick all the way in
me.     His body slapped up against my ass cheeks.    He pulled back, and
quickly slammed the full length of his hard dick into me again, and
again, and again.     He held his upper body still with his arms
stretched out, and his hands held tight on my waist.     He used his
upper legs and his ass to slam the full length of his dick into me.   He
pulled back some; then, slammed his hard dick into me again, and again,
in quick hard thrusts.     He used my butt hole like he had used his hand
as he furiously fucked me.
      He slammed the full length of his dick in me.    The head of his
dick jabbed up in me, and hit up in me like there was no further it could
go.   He suddenly just stopped moving with a tight grip on my waist as he
pulled me back onto him.    My hands slipped from the toilet tank, and
I had to hold onto the back of the toilet cover to keep from being pulled
off the seat.    He closed his eyes, and clenched his jaw as he threw his
head back.   His ass tensed, and I felt the base of his dick swell.
"Uhhhhhhh!" he grunted loudly.     His dick jerked up in me.     His ass
relaxed; then, quickly tensed again.   The base of his dick swelled.
"Uhhhh," he grunted but not nearly as loud.    His dick jerked up in me
again.   His ass relaxed, and quickly tensed up again before he relaxed
his grip on me.    I felt his dick jerk up in me again, but not nearly as
hard as before.    He relaxed some, raised his head and opened his
eyes.    He unclenched his teeth, and took a deep breath.    He dropped
his hands from my waist and stepped back.   His dick slipped out,  raised
up and slapped his belly.     His pants had dropped around his knees, but
his underwear were still tucked up under his balls.    His dick still
stuck straight up over his balls.    His dick was wet with clear slime
all the way down the shaft of his dick nearly to his balls.    His balls,
the head of his dick and the skin behind the head of his dick was a dark
reddish pink.
      "Uhhhhh,..... I gotta go,... I gotta go," I told Vince as I
stretched one leg back and pushed my self off the toilet.     I put one
foot down on the floor; then, pulled my other leg back and stood.     I
pushed the toilet cover back up.     As I turned back toward Vince to
push myself up on the toilet seat I seen a reflection of light on
someone's face in the hole.    My mouth dropped open as I stopped and
looked.    The reflection of light quickly moved away from the hole, and
all I seen was the dim light in the hall way from the living room windows
thru the hole.     I looked up at Vince.    He didn't notice, and I
didn't say anything.
     I pushed myself back up on the toilet seat.    Vince leaned forward
some.   He grabbed me up under my arms and pulled me up onto the
toilet.    His wet hard dick bounced up, and down, a little over his
balls as he stood back up.   I no sooner sat and my butt muslces pushed
out without me even trying.     I heard a wet fart, but that was it.    I
could feel my butt hole tingling.   I spread my legs and reached my hand
up under me.   My finger slipped right in my butt hole.     I pulled all
the way out; then, pushed my finger all the way in.    I could feel my
butt hole was opened up; atleast, the size of my finger.    I moved my
finger up in me as I looked up at Vince.
      He had already pulled his pants up to his waist.    He reached up
under the elastic band, and pulled his underwear up over his balls and
dick.    He let loose and snapped the elastic band around his waist.
His dick was raised up over to the side in his underwear.    His dick
still pushed out, but didn't push the elastic band of his underwear out
from his waist like it did.    He grabbed the waist of his pants with
both hands, fastened his pants; then, looked at me as he zipped up.   I
could see the outline of his dick raised up in his pants.
     I looked down as I pulled my wet finger out, and could see my finger
covered in clear slime.   There was some white stuff floating in the
water that looked like spit.    It didnt look like much.   It looked like
a big hocker after you drink some milk.
     "What's that?" I asked as I pointed my finger down into the toilet
bowl.    "Huhhh," he questioned as he leaned forward, and looked in the
toilet bowl between my legs; then, sort of laughed.    "Oh,...that's nut
butter, buddy,.......sperm," he stated as a matter of fact as he cupped
the crotch of his pants with his hand.  "That comes from here,"  he told
me as he grabbed, and shook, the crotch of his pants.   I just looked up
at him like I knew what he was saying.
      "That oughta loosen ya up some,...... jus sit ther,.. n,... you'll
be ok," he told me, but then leaned over toward me as he tensed his
face.    He put his hand on the back of my head and pointed his finger at
me.    "This is between us,........you hear me,...... just us,.....no one
else, no one!" he told me in absolute terms.    "Uhhh ha," I replied as I
nodded my head.    He pushed his finger hard between my brows as he held
the back of my head with his hand.   "No one!....you hear me,........no
one!.... anyone finds out bout this they'll kick yer ass n mine," he
stated as absolute fact.    I didn't say anything as he pulled his finger
back.    He made it sound like something bad had just happened.    What
ever happened just happened.   Maybe there was something he knew that I
didn't, and it was best to keep quiet like a broken door knob.    He
dropped, and slid his hand from the back of my head to the side of my
face; then, kissed my cheek in a way that mom had done many times, but
this was a first for him.
      Vince put his finger thru the hole and pulled the bathroom door
open.    He stepped out with the bathroom door still open and walked
toward the kitchen.    I got up off the toilet, grabbed my pajama bottoms
off the floor, and put them on without even wiping my wet butt hole.    I
felt something in my pajama pocket.    I reached in my pocket and pulled
out the money and the list.  I shoved the money and list back into my
pocket, and went into the bedroom to change my clothes.   I stepped over
to the clothes closet by the back window.
     I seen Gary facing the window with the football in his hand and he
seen me.   My brother was standing with his back to me right in front of
Gary.    Gary tossed the football from one hand to the other as he stared
over at me before Vince turned around and seen me at the window.
      Vince quickly turned back and grabbed the football from Gary's
hand.    Gary looked over at Vince and actually smiled as Vince took a
long run out across the yard.    Vince gave a long throw to Gary.    It
was a good throw with a nice spin.    Gary caught the ball; then, without
even a smile glanced over at me as he threw the football back to
Vince.     The ball flew over Vince's head.    Vince tried to step back
and catch it, but missed.    The ball bounced behind Vince, and he turned
to run after it.
      Gary looked directly at me.    His face tensed.    He clenched his
jaw as he grabbed the crotch of his pants with his hand, and pointed at
me with the other hand.   He pumped his ass forward at me a few times
before he dropped his hands and turned back toward Vince.    My brother
picked up the ball, and turned around.     I wasn't certian if Vince had
seen him gesture to me, or not.   Vince held the ball in his hand, and
raised his other hand out toward Gary.   "What the fuck u doin'," I heard
Vince say under his breath, but loud enough even for me to hear.   I
heard some of the older boys use those words, but had never heard my
brother say anything like that before he started junior high.
     Gary bent his knees and crotched down with his legs spread
apart.    Gary tensed his face and clenched his jaw.   He put both arms
out with the palms of his hands up and gestured with his fingers.
      "Com'on faggot!...... get it by me!" Gary shouted.    Vince tensed
his face as he shoved the football up under his arm.     He dropped his
other hand in a fist to the ground as he lowered himself down with a bent
knee.     He kicked his foot back into the grass.   Vince pushed himself
with a leap, and crossed his arm across his chest as he ran toward
Gary.    Gary took a straight line run toward Vince with his arms
swinging out beside him.     Not even a body length away Gary took a leap
with his opened arms stretched out toward Vince.   Vince took a quick
step over to the side, and pushed off the other way.    Gary's hand
caught Vince by the waist, but Vince spun around as Gary landed belly
first on the grass.
     Vince stopped, looked back at Gary on the ground, and threw the
football down to the ground.    Vince threw his hands up in the air as
Gary rolled over on his back and looked up at Vince.   Vince grabbed the
crotch of his pants with one hand and pointed his finger at Gary with the
other.    Vince leaned back some and pushed his crotch out at Gary.
"Come n get this,.... faggot," my brother told him as he laughed.    I
laughed; then, reached over in the closet.  I pulled my pants and shirt
out of the closet to change which were actually my brother's old clothes
that could fit me.