Date: Wed, 23 Sep 2009 08:28:05 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Truck Stop Brother, Part One"  by Jay Roberts   Gay Incest

====I know kids love trucks and the food at the stops.  This has nothing to
do with that sort of thing.  If you are a kid under 18 please go away and
play with your trucks.  If you are older, stay and be titillated and who
knows, you might learn something.


My family, if you want to call it that, it totally dysfunctional and also
fucked up.  Me, John Dunne, Jr.may be the only fairly normal one, and
sometime I think I'm a little nuts too.

My Dad, John Dunne, Sr, died when my sainted Mother gave birth to me and
promptly kicked off.  I hope it wasn't from taking a good look at me.  I
say that because my Dad and me brother all look pretty much the same.  We
all have the thick sandy hair, the button nose and generous full lipped
mouth.

So Dad was left to raise us?  Huh that's a laugh.  He was only sober up to
twelve noon, after that he wasn't doin' no raisin'.

Now we come to my brother Patrick.  I can't say it too loud for fear he'll
hear, but I \love him like, like, a brother I guess.

We sleep together.  We're poor as shit and often we haven't paid for an oil
delivery and the little one story bungalow is icy cold.  I use my
twenty-year old brother like a heater.  I wrap myself around his smooth,
hot Irish body and I'm warm and cozy.  I usually wait until he's asleep so
he won't think his eighteen-year-old brother is doin' something too gay.

Now Dad hardly makes anythin' at his City job.  We'd starve if it wasn't
for Patrick.  He always seems to have money in his pocket and he comes home
with a bag of groceries each week.  Dad never asks how he pays for it, he's
too embarrassed.

He also keep the gov in beer so he doesn't bother us much.  Patrick doesn't
drink but last night he came home with over a hundred dollars and he and I
celebrated.  Patrick got a little high, it was cute, but I wasn't used to
drinkin' and I made a fool of meself by almost passin' out.  Patrick is
strong and he hauled me over his shoulder and dropped me on the bed.

As I lay there he undressed me.  I think this was the first time he ever
saw me naked.  Even though I was half out of it, I saw his blue eyes
glintin' as he took in my teen body and checked out that I had the family
cock, fat and uncut.

I woke up the next morning to find Patrick already dressed and sitting on
the edge of the bed waiting for me to wake up.  It was Saturday and I was
planning to sleep until eleven o'clock or until my need to piss forced me
out of bed.  "Wassup Brother," I asked, my voice still foggy from sleep.

"John, you're over eighteen by a few days and it's about time you began
bring home some money like I do."

"Well," I told him, "I might, but you never told us how you get your
money."

"Tonight you'll find out.  We're going together to the truck stop."

"What's at the truck stop?  How can you make money there?  You work at the
caf‚ there?  Do you wash trucks?"

"Naw, nothing hard like that.  What I do is a natural talent and I think
you are born with it too."

I looked sideways at him, showing that I didn't understand what the fuck he
was talkin' about.  He chucked me under the chin and said, "Tonight, after
supper."

Well I couldn't hardly wait.  By the time supper was over and Dad was
asleep at the table, we slipped out of the house and walked the mile down
to where the interstate passed our area.  The truck stop was all lit up and
you could see it for miles.  We made our way toward the big building that
had the restaurant and also showers and beds for the drivers to grab 40
winks before setting out again.

We wended our way through the big rigs parked there like sleeping
dinosaurs.  As we passed one truck I heard a rough, but friendly voice call
to us.  It was the driver sittin' way up on his seat.  "Hey Patty boi you
cumming up to visit tonight?"

Then he caught sight of me walking along with Patrick.  "Who's the trainee.
He need some teachin'? .

Patrick looked hard at me with a worried look on his face.  He called up to
the trucker, "Neil, be careful.  He's young an innocent and he doesn't
understand all this."

Neil laughed.  "I'll be so-o-o-o gentle he will hardly know what's going
on.  After all, we three are micks, you can trust a mick anytime.

I was at a loss to understand what was going on but in a moment Neil opened
the door and reached a muscular arm out and grabbed Patrick by the arm and
swung him up and over landing on the side next to him.  Then he offered a
hand to me.  I was reluctant to give him my hand, but Patrick called out,
"Neil's one of the good guys, don't be afraid."

In a moment I was crowded in next to Neil and my brother.  Neil handed each
of us a beer and took one for himself.  Then he lit a joint he took from
the glove box and handed one to me and Patrick and kept one for himself.
This wasn't the first time I had smoked a joint, but I tell you that this
was not the light weight stuff we brought around the high school.  One or
two puffs and I was swinging on a star.  I heard Neil laughing far away.

Neil was a looker, a little rough with his two- day beard, but his face was
really a boy's kinda cute but his body was that of a weight lifter.  I
guess he was still in his twenties. No one spoke.  We drank our beers and
smoked our joints.  Patrick laughed twice.  I think the pot was getting to
him.  Then Neil unbuttoned his shirt.  I stared, wondering why he was doing
that.  In a minutes he shrugged it off his strong shoulders. What a chest!
He had dark red hair, like that on his head, splayed across his wide strong
chest.  He passed his hand over his pecs.  He did it back and forth and
soon his nipples got excited and got hard.  I know about that, I do it when
I jerk off.  He glanced at me and caught me staring, my mouth open in
admiration.  "You can touch my chest if you want, kid."

I did nothing.  Patrick was still smiling in his drug haze.  Neil took my
hand in his big one.  His hand was warm and strong and he had reddish hairs
on the back.  Just the sight of that had my cock hard and pulsing.  I
passed my hand over his chest and flicked his nipples.  He grunted in
pleasure.  "Good boy.  You're a lover."

He reached down and stroked Patrick's cheek. "Okay Patty, time for you to
get to work.  Usual arrangement, huh?"

Patrick roused himself, "And a tip for my brother too."

"Sure, now get with it."

I didn't know what was going on, but soon I realized the deal.  Patrick
tried to hide his activity by turning his back toward me but I saw
everything.  He was unbuckling the handsome trucker's pants and pulling
them down.  I was getting hot seeing this and I was breathing hard.  Neil
noticed it and smiled at me.  Then the blue boxer shorts came down.  I
could see his reddish haired muscular legs in the glow of lights from the
Truck Stop.  But more exciting was his big man sized cock with its reddish
tip.  It was big and thick but in a moment my brother opened his full lips
and slipped it over the head of the monster.  Neil grunted, then smiled at
me. "It feels good.  You big bro is a pro."

Then Neil reached over and in one motion opened the button fly of my jeans.
I wasn't wearing undershort.  I never do...saves laundry.  My prick jumped
out.  "Hey lad, you're built for action.  That's a man sized dick.  Move
closer and I'll make you happy."

By this time Patrick had engulfed the big prick and was slurping noisily
and vigorously at it.  It seemed as though he liked doing it.  But I forgot
to watch as Neil put one strong hand on my ass and pulled me toward
himself, opening his pretty rosebud lips and licked the head of my cock
with his big red tongue.  I sagged in excitement and almost fell but his
strong arm around my waist held me up.

"Fuck, you love that, you little greedy kid.  I ought to get paid for this
instead of the other way around."

Sonn he had moved down my cock shaft and I was lodged back in his throat,
my young sandy pubes against his bristly chin.  I was moaning continuously,
like a stupid kid, but this was so mind shatteringly great, I had to crow
some.  I think my reaction made him get hotter and hotter.  He was now
sucking me fast and hard.  I felt my orgasm was just a half minute away and
I told him "You better pull off.  I'm 'bout to spill."

He shook his head, the action doin' me in for real.  I grabbed his lush
hair and held on while my cock burst forth with my slimy sweet boy cum.  He
hummed and swallowed it all and kept me inside his steaming mouth while he
went into his own cum.  I saw Patrick gulping and gulping as Neil
discharged his man sized load.  Finally he pushed Patrick off.  "I get real
sensitive after ward," he groaned out.

Patrick fell back and then looked at me red and shamefaced.  He was
embarrassed that I finally learned what "his work" was.  I pulled up my
pants and Neil did also.  He reached over the windshield visor and took his
wallet and handed a bill to Patrick, then he laughed and handed another one
to me.  "Okay boys, party's over, I have to roll.  See you some other time
when I'm passing through."

We walked to the Caf‚ ahead, neither of us talking.  Then Patrick looked
at the money that Neil had given him and whistled.  "It's fifty dollars.
Wow, he usual gives me two twenties."  Then looking at me he asked, "How
much you got there?"

I looked and said "A twenty.".

"That's good for a first timer.  Hey let's get some grub."  Then he
laughed, "My "job" gets me hungry."

End Part One