Date: Tue, 1 Jul 2014 07:24:38 -0700
From: - - <mike.99999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Let's Take Off Those Pajamas 4

Let's Take Off Those Pajamas 4

After getting cleaned up and saying goodbye, Dad and I hiked back up to
where we had left our clothes. We got dressed and walked back to the truck,
and Dad put his arm around me as we walked. It had been a long day, a great
day.

The drive back was long, but along the way I had some fun.

As we're driving, I notice that same truck we saw along the way, where the
trucker had smiled at me. At least I could swear it was. As we slowly
passed the truck, I looked up at the driver, and he glanced down at me and
smiled.

Dad's pick-up was high, higher than an average car, so I'm always looking
down as we drive past cars. Big-rigs and other trucks like that (trash
trucks, tow trucks, landscaper vehicles with cranes) are all just higher,
so that I'm looking up with a good view, and they can see down through the
window.

I was almost certain that this was the same trucker from before
somehow. Anyway, he was looking down at me and I was looking up at him. We
smiled at each other. He looked down at me and then back to the road a few
times.

I guess he could see down at my whole body. The angle was just right. He
seemed to be looking not at my face but down at my body. I looked down and
noticed that my shirt was rolled up from the wind, and my belly was a
little exposed. I naturally just fixed my shirt.

When I looked back up at the trucker, he made this disappointed face, with
his mouth open like he was saying 'Aw, come on!"

I looked down at my waist and over at Dad. He was watching the road, which
was pretty empty.

I looked back up at the trucker, and he had his window rolled down all the
way now, with his arm up. I stared at his hairy, muscular, tanned arm. His
other hand reached up and pulled back the sleeve of his white T-shirt,
exposing his bicep more. I looked. He smiled. He flexed his muscle. I put
my arm up on the window. He smiled. I pulled my sleeve back. He made a face
like he loved what he was seeing, and shook his head slowly.

Then Dad finished passing the truck.

I looked in the side mirror as we passed. I thought about that guy and what
his life is like and where he's coming from. He kind of had a beard. He was
wearing a hat. His arms were thick.

After about ten minutes, the truck, which had been just behind us the whole
time, sped up and passed us. Some sports car had sped by, too. When the
truck passed, I glanced over. I could barely see the driver. Dad noticed
that I was looking. We didn't say anything.

The truck slowed a bit in front of us. After a few minutes, Dad started to
pass it again.

When we got alongside it, I looked up again. This time, the trucker was
almost leaning out to watch me go by. As he craned his neck, I decided I'd
like to recline my seat a bit. I reached down for the handle and leaned
back two clicks. Dad looked over at me.

"Tired?"  "Oh, yeah, a little."

I looked up at the trucker glancing over at me. I wondered if he was boned
up looking at me. I reached down and scratched my stomach, letting my shirt
get tugged up and exposing my skin, my waist, my waistband, a flash of my
underwear's white waistband.

The trucker smiled down at me and mouthed 'Yeah' or something like it,
nodding.

I was really enjoying putting on this show. The attention was hot. The guy
was good-looking, at least what I could see of him. The situation had me
going. I thought about it.

"Dad, I think I got a little sunburn on my shoulders."  "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah, it's scratching against my shirt."  "Oh... is it bad?"

"No, not really bad. Uh, I think I'll take my shirt off."  We didn't ever
drive around without our shirts off, even if it's just us guys, even if
it's really hot, even if it's in on empty roads. But then again, we've done
a lot of stuff recently that we hadn't really done before.  "That's fine,
son. Go ahead."


We were still alongside the truck. I pulled my shirt up over my head, not
looking up but just knowing I was being watched. I leaned back and rested
my head. I closed my eyes for a second. Then I looked up at the trucker,
and he was staring. He kept looking back at the road, but these were long,
straight stretches. I looked ahead and reached my arm up to scratch my neck
and show my armpit hair to my new friend.

"Better?" Dad said.  "Oh, yeah. That feels good," I replied. Then I noticed
Dad look over at the truck and sort of crane his head to see. I don't know
what he saw or what he figured, but we stayed alongside that truck for a
while, both driving at a leisurely pace.

Dad finally sped up and passed when a couple cars came up behind us.

The truck sped up again and passed us. As it was going around in front, Dad
and I chatted a bit.

"You might be more comfortable if you changed out of those briefs." I
didn't say anything.

"Oh, yeah... That might be better."

I unbuttoned my shorts. Dad sped up and stated passing the truck. When he
got alongside him, I was unzipping. The trucker watched as I kicked off my
sneakers.

I lifted my butt up and slid my shorts down my legs, exposing my white
briefs. Dad kept next to the truck. Neither truck went too fast. I looked
up at the trucker and hooked my thumbs in. I slid my underwear down and
lifted my knees up to pull them off my feet. I leaned back.

I was wearing only a seat belt. It felt cool against my skin. The wind blew
in. The trucker gazed at my thin body.

When you're on your back and reclining, your stomach and chest fall back,
and you look thinner. I smelled a whiff of sweat under my armpit and felt
the moisture. I was about to pull my shorts on, no-underwear style like my
dad, when I felt a hand on my bare hip.

"That feel good, Mike?" I looked at Dad's crotch, and there was a bulge in
his shorts, pressed against his leg, snaked around, and making a small wet
spot.

"Yeah, that's better." I looked back up at the trucker, who was watching
Dad's hand.

"You could just stay like that for a while. It's starting to get dark," Dad
said.

I leaned back and put my arms behind my head, and said Okay.

Dad held his hand on my smooth upper leg, and I felt my dick go from flop
to full. It stiffened and stood up. I glanced up at the trucker, who seemed
to be shifting gears a lot.

We were going slow, and it all seemed like hours, but it was probably just
five minutes, if that.

I let myself be the center of attention. I loved the feeling of being naked
and watched. Dad's hand felt great on my leg, and then he slid it across my
waist and took a hold of my dick.

Finally, Dad was really touching me there. We weren't just sharing our
nudity next to each other. We weren't just watching each other fool around
with somebody else. Dad's hand was on me, squeezing me, and stroking me.

It felt so amazing to have Dad's free hand on my stick. He pulled it up and
up, squeezing with each time. He kept his eyes on the road. I watched the
trucker watch me. I was so hot and worked up, and Dad somehow knew just how
I liked it and what drove me crazy. I quickly shot up in the air and onto
my chest.

Dad smeared my cum all over my dick, now tingling and tickling until my
foot twitched. He rubbed it into my chest and tickled my nipple. I was wet
and soaked. I was flexing and humping up into my dad's hand. I looked at
the trucker. His head was arched back, and he was slowing slightly.

The road was empty, except for us. The sun was orange and red. Dad's little
wet spot was a big wet spot. We passed the truck and drove home.




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