Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2006 19:25:19 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Party Mouth Part IV

PARTY MOUTH
BY: MOORE

PART FOUR

CHAPTER
EIGHT

The drive to Wichita, Kansas would ordinarily take less
than a week if I drove straight through. I'd allowed
three weeks because I planned to make frequent stops to
party along the way. Suck stops at rest stops and truck
stops that is, to suck all the traveller and trucker dick
I could find as I drove across the country.

I hit the road at dawn to beat the morning rush hour
traffic, stripping down to my thong once I got past the
toll booth plaza at the George Washington Bridge. Naked
could mean anything, but a guy in a thong sent a clear,
unmistakable signal to any hunky state troopers who might
stop me for speeding; great head from me instead of a
ticket from him was a great deal for both of us. Also,
any male hitchhikers I picked up along way would know
immediately that a fag was behind the wheel and a blow
job was his for the asking.

The first truck stop on the Jersey Turnpike, an old
favorite that I'd been to many times was less than fifty
miles from home. The coffee was hot and so were the horny
truckers who crowded the men's room every time I showed
up for another wild party in my cocksucker mouth.  Mack
Doyle, the retired cop who owned the place always fucked
me first, before the party started. What that Irishman
could do with his big, uncut cock and a dollop of Crisco
made the drive worthwhile even if I didn't get to suck a
single trucker dick.

The parking lot was filled with big rigs, though not one
of the truckers was outside to appreciate the yellow
thong and matching flip flops I'd worn for the party.
Inside too, the place was deserted. "Where is everybody?"
I asked Mack who was wiping down the counter.

"Well, well," he said, staring me up and down. "If it
isn't everyone's favorite faggot.  And all dressed up you
are for a party."

"You know it, Mack," I quipped back. "Pass the word to
friend and foe alike that the faggot has arrived and the
party in my cocksucker mouth is about to begin. But,
where is everyone?"

"Partyin' in the john and there's narry a cock to be had
for your queer mouth this fine day. You'll have to settle
for my fuck this fine morning, cocksucker, another queer
boy's busy suckin' all the dicks."

"What boy?  Who?"

"Never saw the young lad before.  Said his name was Tom.
Wasn't sure he was a boy, much less a queer one when he
come in an hour ago lookin' for a handout. The men who've
used him already are sayin' he's a damn good cocksucker.
Go see for yourself, but hurry back. I'll be wanting a
piece of your sweet pussy ass."

The crowd of truckers outside the men's room parted to
let me through. The cute kid kneeling in my usual spot by
the urinal, sucking a big dick that should have been for
me, looked no more than ten or eleven years old. Except
for the long curls on his head, that almost brushed his
shoulders, there wasn't a hair on his slender body. His
small hands looked even smaller wrapped around the man
sized cock that was thrusting between his lips. The
little spike of a dick between his legs marked him as a
boy, but he was pretty enough to be a girl.

I jealously watched him finish that blow job, swallow the
cum without missing a drop, and start sucking another big
trucker dick before backing away to find Mack. The young
kid had matters well in hand, or should I say mouth.

"Young, huh?"  Mack said as he lifted my legs to his
shoulders and positioned his cock at the lips of my
pussy.

"Very. I can see why you thought he might be a she. The
long hair and, ooommmmf," Mack plunged into me with a
single thrust, "the almost invisible dick."

Mack fucked me silly for a good twenty minutes before
blasting his load in my larded ass. I'd just finished
licking his cock and balls clean, readjusted my thong,
when Tom came marching into the kitchen wearing nothing
but a smile and a few streaks of wet cum on his face. He
was adorable.

"I sucked off all the truck drivers, Mr. Doyle," Tom
announced proudly without a trace of embarrassment. His
voice was melodic, high pitched...girlish. "Like I said
I would.  Could I have the forty dollars now? I'd like to
hitch a ride west as soon as possible."

His hairless dick, soft now, could easily be mistaken for
a girl's clit...it wasn't much bigger. His tiny balls
were no bigger than marbles. And he had definite breasts
with perky, pinkish nipples. Breasts that belonged on a
pubescent girl.

Mack pointed at me. "Steven's heading west so you two
queers can travel together."

Ten minutes later we were on the road. Tom had nothing
but the threadbare clothes on his back and Mack's forty
bucks in his pocket. I worried that he was running away
from home, that I'd be in big trouble if his parents had
the police looking for him.  We drove in silence for a
while until Tom, who kept staring at my crotch, put his
hand on the inside of my thigh, close to my balls, and
asked if I wanted a blow job.

The offer was so tempting, I hadn't been blown in ages.
Though sex with a pre-teen boy would only compound my
problem if he was a runaway. My hardening dick said yes,
good sense made me say no.

"C'mom, Steven, let me suck your cock. It's the least I
can do to thank you for the ride. You're a fag, right?
Like why else would you wear a thong instead of a jock
strap if you weren't queer?"

"Well, yeah, I'm a fag, but...."

"No buts, man. Us fags gotta take care of each other."

Tom was good, way beyond what I expected from a kid his
age. So good that I pulled off the highway as he took off
his clothes. We moved to the back seat so I could really
enjoy the party in his mouth. We hugged and kissed for a
few minutes which put quite a strain on my thong. He
smelled and tasted so good, his hairless body was so
smooth...I wanted to eat him up alive, but he only wanted
to suck my cock.

He sensed it, every time I got close to losing my load,
and backed off my dick before I blasted off in his truly
extraordinary mouth. "You're a great cocksucker," I
gasped as he brought me to the brink yet again, paying
Tom the compliment that every cock-crazy faggot likes to
hear.

"Yeah, I know," he said around the head of my throbbing
dick. "A great cocksucker...that's what everybody says.
No big surprise really, I've been sucking dicks and
eating cum for like eight years."

No way, I thought, doing the math as he lapped under my
balls and into my ass crack. Only a sick, perverted
father would use his four or five year old son for blow
jobs...turn his innocent kid into a slut cocksucker.  No
wonder Tom was running away from home.

"Tight nuts, man, you about ready to blow?"

"Like a volcano."

"Go for it then, spew your hot lava into my mouth."

Tom left his clothes in the back seat once we hit the
road again. I kept staring at his tiny cock and balls, at
his perky, girlish breasts as I drove, wondering why his
mother let his father abuse him as a child. "Things get
tough at home with your dad?" I asked out of curiosity.
"That why you're running away?"

"I don't have a dad," Tom replied, "or a mom. They both
died when I was a kid.  I am running away though, from
the private orphanage where I was raised with twenty
other boys. New owners bought the place a few years ago,
right around my fourteenth birthday."

How old are you now?" I asked, barely able to keep the
surprise out of my voice.

"Sixteen. I know I look a lot younger because I'm small,
but I'm really sixteen. I've been a cocksucker for half
my life. Learned to service a dick at the orphanage of
course, we all did. Blew each other at first, fucked each
other too, until we got good at it, then had sex with the
men who came to the house at night and on weekends. We
had some pretty wild parties."

Tom was only two years younger than me. Incredible.

"I would have stayed, not run away. Stayed until I was
old enough to make a living doing porno films and working
as a male whore.  I'm queer, Steven, a faggot to the
core. I love the feel of a meaty cock moving between my
lips, the sucking and the warm sperm spurting into my
mouth. My boy pussy craves a man's cock, I feel empty
without a hard dick deep inside me. The men came in
droves to have sex with us; white, black, Latino, asian,
boy-lovers all. I had it great at the orphanage."

"So why did you run?"

Tom took my hand and put it on his bare breast.  "This is
why," he said. "And my tiny dick and balls.  I saw my
file accidently, saw that the monthly shots I was getting
weren't vitamins. They were powerful hormones, female
hormones. The new owners were turning me into a girl, a
girl with a cock. A shemale."

We drove in silence for a while, with hardons I should
add, lost in our own thoughts until I saw that we were
low on gas. The sign for a truck stop two miles ahead was
a good omen.  "You hungry?" I asked, moving into the
right hand lane.

"Starved," Tom said as I hit the exit ramp. "The cum
loads I swallowed at Mr. Doyle's place, the cum you fed
me a while ago is all I've eaten since last night."

The parking lot was filled with big rigs and more than a
dozen truckers drinking beer from a keg. Tom didn't know
it, I did as I killed the engine and opened my door, that
cum was on the menu. The party was about to begin in our
cocksucker mouths.