This is a true story that happened when I was a young man, really just a boy. My mother and father had divorced and had each remarried the year I turned 18. I lived with my mother in Colorado, but had begged to go spend the Summer break with my dad and his new wife who were living on the Lake O' the Cherokee down in Oklahoma.
After an idyllic Summer spent swimming and fishing, I decided I needed to get back to Denver to get ready to get back to school. My dad had other ideas. He told me he wanted me to stay with him and his new wife, and refused to pay for my bus ticket home. Well, not being willing to do that, I waited until an opportunity presented itself, and caught a ride with a man out on the highway who said he was going to Kansas.
That ride was the beginning of a lifelong adventure in man to man sex that continues to this day. I hope you enjoy the story and sexual activity, but if you aren't into gay sex, maybe you should seek your pleasures elsewhere.
Hitching home to Colorado part 2
"Where you headed kid," The trucker asked. He stood next to his rig, looking sexy as hell. His thin muscular chest covered with a soft growth of blond hair. His dark nipples glowing in the gathering dusk against his paler skin. By previous experience with the cloth salesman whose name I finally got the nerve to ask was Jim, made me think the sexy young trucker had similar ideas for me. I felt my balls turn over in my pants, and my cock began to thicken.
As I stepped up to him and told him I was trying to get home to Denver. He punched me lightly on the shoulder, and took my backpack and pitched it up into the cab of the truck.
"Well, climb on up there kid; times a wastin'." His Southern drawl was deep and pleasant to the ear. I grabbed a chrome hand bar, and hoisted myself up onto the running board. He put both his hands on my butt, and pushed me up into the high cab. I scooted over to the passenger side as he climbed in after me. I pushed my pack off the seat onto the floorboard, and sat rigidly, excited by being in a big rig for the first time. Like the kid he perceived me to be, I was looking at everything like it was Christmas morning.
The growl of the big idling engine beneath the seat sent a thrill through me. He slammed his door, and immediately gunned the engine. I felt myself shiver with pleasure when the big machine roared like a lion.
"Tex," he offered his hand, and told me to get comfortable, and grabbed the gear shift and jerked it down into first. The rig started a slow roll along the verge of the highway, picking up speed as a couple of cars tore past horns blaring.
"Fuckin' fourwheelers," He shouted out the window. Shifting again, the truck lurched forward, and he poured on the fuel with his right foot, and picked up speed.
"Get over ya bastid! I'm commin' in this lane." He turned the wheel and the truck glided into the right lane just as another car rocketed past horn screaming in protest.
"No wonder them crazy sons-a-bitches die like flies on the highway. They ain't got sense enough to make way for a rig this big when they see I'm commin' over." He shifted again, and the truck picked up some speed.
"It wouldn't be the first time one 'a them piled up over me." He spat out the window, and gunned the engine a little, shifting again in the process.
It seemed to take ten minutes before we were up to seventy and cruising down the road that stretched straight as an arrow to the west. He hit his lights, and the big beams illuminated the darkening highway in front of us and spotlighted thousands of bugs in the air caught in their beams.
"This is the goddamdest highway for bugs. They jes' eat this wheat up. I'll have to get my tractor washed in the Springs ta' get the bug guts off my paint job."
We rode in silence for a while, with Tex occasionally muttering when some four wheel passed him at a higher speed. Finally, he patted the seat beside him and asked me if I was lonely way over in my corner of the cab.
"Come over her kid so I don't have to yell over the diesel." I took the invitation as an opportunity to get closer to his sexy body and slid my butt across the seat next to him. He patted my leg with his strong callused hand, and smiled. I smiled back at him, but we kept our thoughts to ourselves as the truck rolled on into the ever darkening evening. Finally, after we had covered several miles, he spoke again.
"I usually do this stretch from KC to big D in twelve hours, but I got some time to kill, because my load ain't due in Colorado Springs until day after tomorrow. You got to get to Denver in a hurry?"
"Not really. I've just got to get back so I can get ready to start school in a week."
"Well, if you don't mind ridin' with me, I think we might have a little fun and mischief before we get you home. That is if you're up to some fun like I have in mind." He dropped his hand into my lap and gave my cock a grope. I leaned back against the seat, and spread my legs for him to get a better feel.
"Shit!" He was grinning from ear to ear. "This is gonna be one hell-of-a ride." He took my left hand, and dragged it into his lap where I could feel a lump growing rapidly. "Drag my ol' johnson out and give him some air." At first I didn't understand, but he pulled on his belt and opened the buckle and I caught on quick.
After I had his jeans unbuttoned, he told me to hold onto the wheel tight, and he quickly heaved himself up and pushed his pants down around his thighs. His briefs were stained with dark stains and the odor of stale urine filled my nose. He took the wheel from me and leaned back in the seat and made himself comfortable. I couldn't resist, and reached over to feel his hard tube of flesh under the cotton of his stained briefs.
"You like to suck?" He turned his head to look at me.
"I've only done it once, and that was yesterday. I'm probably not very good, but I like it."
"Hope you don't mind my dirty shorts, but I don't get a lot of opportunity to clean up on the road."
"It doesn't bother me," I said, thinking that the smell of urine in his shorts was exciting and I was already hard as stone in my own jeans.
"Why don't you strip off your duds, and let me get a look at you?" I started to unbutton my shirt, and felt nervous the whole time I was taking off my clothes. I had to pull my boots off to get my pants off, and he reached out and pulled my dirty sock off my foot, and brought it to his nose taking a deep breath of it as he did.
"Man alive," he sighed. "Ain't nothin' better than a rank ol' sock, lessin' it's a pair 'a shorts full a piss and cum stains." He wrapped my sock around his hand, and put the damp smelly thing around the back of my neck and dragged me down over his bulging cock.
"Take a big whiff kid. That smell is a man's smell. You don't get that too often. That's two weeks of piss and shit stains and four or five shots of love juice when this ol' shaky rig got me off drivin' through the lonely nights." I took in the stale smell, and filled my lungs with it. Once was not enough, and I found myself breathing deeply over his crotch feeling slightly dizzy as I filled my lungs with his smell.
"Why don't you suck some of my dirt out of my shorts for me. Might clean me up a little bit." I opened my mouth, and wetting the cloth with my tongue, I started to suck the reconstituted stains into my mouth. The taste almost gagged me, but I soon found the pleasure of his flavors, and went after them like a fish sucking air on a river bank trying to get enough to survive.
He spread his legs as best he could to let me dig as deep down under his balls to the funky under stains hidden there. "Man," he groaned. "You're one hot scut loving faggot."
I heard the words, but didn't quite believe them. I'd never thought of myself as a faggot, and hadn't a clue what a scut lover was. I didn't really care either, as I went after every smelly stain I could find in his shorts with my tongue and sucting mouth.
Finally, he peeled the wet cloth down over his raging cock, and I saw my prize for the first time. He wasn't nearly as big and Jim the salesman had been in terms of length. I guessed the shaft was about eight inches, but the thickness was something. His cock head was smaller, and he didn't have any foreskin. He flexed the tube of flesh a time or two inviting me to play with it.
I knew, having been able to take Jim's ten inch cock down my throat, that Tex's meat would be a piece of cake by comparison. I lifted it's hot massive weight with my hand, and slipped my mouth over the head, and just relaxed and let my head drop down over it forcing it into my throat.
"Holy Cow!" He shivered briefly, and them humped my mouth with his hips rising off the seat. "You only done this once before?" I pulled up off him and smiled up at him.
"Do that again kid. That was great." I repeated the performance, and he grunted and humped me again. I pulled off, and repeated it once more. We drove through the night with me doing that to him for several minutes, until he started sweating and put his sock covered hand over his nose and started taking deep breaths while he humped my throat. Without so much as a groan, he suddenly started filling my throat with jism. I tried to back off his cock to get a good taste, but he shoved my head back down on his shaft and held me there until he had pumped what seemed like a cup of cum into me.
I was beginning to have trouble breathing when he finally relaxed and let my head go. I rose off his softening cock, and sat back on the seat. It wasn't until I sat up that I realized I'd cum as well, and the side of his leg and the vinyl seat were covered with a slick of goo I'd shot while sucking him.
"Whew," was his first comment, but then he noticed the cum on his leg and seat. "Get down there and lick that up kid. Don't want to waste that stuff do you?" I leaned over and licked up the cooling pools of the sticky stuff on the seat. When I licked up across his naked thigh, he shivered, and grabbed his cock again with the sock covered hand. A glistening drop of cum oozed out of the now soft lips of his cock, and I leaned across his lap to lick it off. He shivered again, and pushed my head away.
"That was a fuckin' miracle of a blow job kid. That faggot teach you that you was with yesterday?"
"I guess he did, since he's the only man I've ever been with before you."
"He get any of your tail?" I nodded, remembering what it felt like when Jim had plugged my butt hole with his big ten inch cock.
"How big a dick did he have?" I shrugged my shoulders.
"He said it was ten inches, but it wasn't as big around as yours." Tex grinned at me.
"It hurt much?"
"Not too much. He put some kind of cream in me first before he put his thing in me. It hurt a little, but he said I was ready. After a little bit it felt good."
"Man, that sounds hot. I guess I'm gonna have ta' pull off the highway in a little bit to get me a sample of that." I grinned at him, and put my hand on his soft cock as we drove on into the night.
We drove for several miles again talking about this and that, when he dropped his hand down onto my cock. Being a teenager, it got hard in an instant, and he squeezed it with the hand still wrapped in my dirty sock. It felt good, and I spread my legs.
"You up for a go at your asshole?"
"I guess," I said, feeling my bud open and close at the thought.
"There's a cross road up ahead about a mile or so where I sometimes pull off to sleep. There's not much traffic on the road that crosses, and we'll be far enough off the highway so the fuckers in the fourwheels don't see us in time to honk."
We started to slow, and finally I saw the sign indicating the crossroad. It was some no name farm road with a number, and as we took the turn off, I could see there were three other big rigs sitting in a pull off with their running lights dimmed and their engines idling. Tex slowly drove past the other trucks, and pulled the rig to a halt about fifty yards ahead of the the lead truck.
"This will be far enough away so the other drivers won't hear anything if we get noisy." He put the gear into neutral and set the air brakes. The engine immediately dropped into the idle mode which caused the whole cab to shake noticeably. I felt the big growling throaty engine in my chest cavity and when I spoke, my voice shook with the vibration.
"Sorry I don't have a sleeper bunk in this rig. When I save enough to buy my own, it's gonna be first class." He leaned over toward me and opened the map compartment. He rummaged around in the dark opening and pulled out a bottle of something and handed it to me.
"Spread some of this stuff around in your hole, and then put some on my dick. I opened the cap on the bottle and smelled it. I held it up to the dim light, so I could read the label, and saw it was a bottle of Cornhuskers lotion.
"Cornholers lotion," Tex laughed. "I been using it to jerk off with for years. Works good on butt holes just as well. Smooth as glass when you slide in to a hot steamy hole."
"Do you get a lot of butthole on the road?" I almost shocked myself with the question, and blushed slightly.
"Not near as much as I'd like. The company I drive for don't allow hitchhikers, but when I have blue balls long enough, I'm gonna pick up some guy hitchin' if he's likely to put out for the ride. Once in a while the dude won't cooperate, and I just pull over and kick his butt out and jerk ol' johnson off myself."
"How do you know a guy will let you play with him like this?" I was beginning to wonder what my life was going to be like trying to meet men for sex when I was back in Denver living with my mom and sisters. I couldn't imagine how one got another man to know you were willing if he was.
"Oh, you can usually spot a fag. Like you, I picked up on you right quick as I saw you."
"I look like a fag?"
"Well I wouldn't say that exactly. I don't mean you're a swish, but you have something about the way you stand that says you'll play." I hadn't a clue.
"How will I be able to meet guys when I get home?"
"Shit; Denver's crawlin' with fags. You just go into any toilet in the parks and wait around a little bit and the fags will come out of the woodwork for a kid like you. That big park where the museum is is a good 'un. I pull in there and hit the toilets, and get blown every time I'm in town. Usually doesn't take more than a few minutes either."
I poured a few drops of the lotion on my fingers, and worked them between my legs, spreading the cool slick substance over what I now realized was my sore hole. Tex watched me for a minute and then told me to get up on my hands and knees with my butt facing him. He took the bottle from me as I did as I was told. He poured a good dollop of lotion between my cheeks, and then pried me apart with his thumbs. As the lotion oozed down my crack, he massaged it into me with his thumbs alternating until he had my hole squishy with lotion. He then poured a dollop on the head of his cock and set the bottle down after he'd capped it again. He scooted toward me, and pulled me down onto his legs. I could feel his big cock riding up my crack to the small of my back as he adjusted me astride himself. When he thought the position was comfortable, he lifted my light weight body up in the air with his two strong arms, and sat me down onto his cock head pointed right at my hole.
"Relax for me kid. This is going all the way to the bottom."
"I'm a little sore from yesterday," I said. "It's gonna hurt."
"Yeah; probably will. But if you go all the way down on it, the hurt won't last near as long. You scream if you want to. Ain't nobody goin' to hear or pay much attention if they do."
I took a deep breath and held it. He told me to relax again, and then pulled my asshole around his stiff dick and down into his lap as fast as he could. Scream, I did, loud and shrill, but he hugged me close to his hairy chest, and squeezed me tight, while he rubbed his sock covered hand over my soft cock and balls.
He muttered sweet things in my ear about how tight I was, and how hot it felt with his dick in my body, and using his tongue he licked my neck and ear. It wasn't long before the pain I was feeling vanished, and I was shivering under his caresses.
"That all better now?" his voice had dropped to a whisper in my ear as he nuzzled my neck. I whimpered that it was starting to feel better. He whispered that he just wanted to soak his cock in my ass, that he wasn't going to cum real quick. He started to stroke my skin softly and whisper for me to feel his rig.
At first I thought he was referring to his thick cock buried to the gonads up my ass, but as he talked in low tones, I realized he was talking about the vibrations of the big diesel engines growling beneath our bodies. I closed my eyes, and began to feel the low insistent vibrations. His stroking had gotten my cock as hard as his, and he occasionally rubbed over it with my dirty sock covered hand.
I quickly lost myself in the vibrating sensations and his soft stroking and whispered words. He told me to let him know if was going to shoot off because he wanted to catch it in my sock so he'd have a keepsake from our encounter. That made me feel sexier than I'd ever been before. I loved the fact that he wanted something of my essence to remember me by.
We sat there in the dim light from the dashboard, almost motionless for what seemed like a long time, but was probably only minutes. I was totally lost in the subtle sensations he and his truck were giving my young inexperienced body. I hadn't imagined that sex could be this fabulous even in my wildest wet dreams, it had never been this pleasant and exciting, or even this dirty.
I let my mind wander over my favorite wet dreams, and realized there were several of them involving big hairy adult men with me as an innocent little boy at their mercy. The most I'd ever allow myself in the dreams was to be touched by their big hairy hands. I don't even think I ever imagined what their penises were like. After several minutes of this activity, I realized there was a reoccurring face in the parade of imaginary lovers stroking my tender body. I tried to focus on it as best I could, and suddenly it hit me that it was the Doctor that lived on the next block behind where I lived and whose grass I cut during the summer and walk I shoveled when there was snow.
He was often too kind to me and invited me in if he was home for something to drink. He liked to talk about physical strength and how difficult it was to keep up when you had to be working all the time. He'd once offered to let me use his weights in his garage if I wanted to develop myself.
My mind trailed off into the sensations again, and I could feel the change in my balls. The image of Doctor Phillips floated in my mind, as I twisted on Tex's cock, and gasped that I was cumming against his jaw. His hand covered my cock head with the sock, and I pumped load after load into the dirty cloth.
With a groan, Tex pulled me down on himself harder, and his thick cock flexed and I felt the hot spurt of his jism boiling into my guts. When he was finished, he kissed me lightly on the cheek, and told me that it was wonderful. He asked if we could stay as we were the rest of the night. I just groaned and laid my head on his shoulder.
Sometime later, I awakened to find him swollen to full tumescence again and thrusting into my body with short little humps. He came again, filling me with several shots of his jism. I savored the moment, expecting him to pull out then. He didn't, and just as the eastern sky began to lighten, he woke me up and told me he wanted to fuck me right. He rolled me off his lap and positioned me like a sack of potatoes in front of him without ever taking his somewhat soft cock out of me. He squeezed his shaft with his free hand, and reached under me with the cum crusted sock hand and grabbed my already responding dick. He pushed into me and his cock began to expand. He stood up on the floorboard and started to hump my butt slowly at first while his soft cock hardened up. When he reached full tumescence, he began to pound my ass like he was riding a bronco horse. He slapped my bare ass cheek with his bare hand and began jerking me off with his sock covered hand.
"Gimme some more jiz kid!" He was humping me hard, and jerking on my now sore dick like a piston stroking in his rumbling engine. He fucked me hard for several minutes, before reaching under me and pinching my left nipple hard enough to bruise, and started fill my hole with another hot load of cum. I lost it to his hand and my crusty sock a little bit after he did, and we both collapsed across the seat.
It was full sun-up when we stirred and started to pull ourselves together. I had to pee bad, and he pulled his soft dick out of my asshole, and pushed open the passenger side door. I stood on the running board with him sitting naked behind me with his legs on either side of me. I waited for the piss to flow, and when it did, he held the sock in his hand in the stream of hot liquid. When I finished, he turned me around and sucked the last drops out of my soft cock, and then stood up to piss himself. I grabbed his stained shorts, and quickly held them in the stream of steaming piss.
I'm gonna keep these," I said, squeezing the yellow urine out onto the ground. He just grinned and turned around, his dick beginning to fill out again. I leaned forward and took it into my mouth, tasting the salty tang of a fresh squirt urine which he'd saved for me to take.
We sadly pulled on our dirty clothes, and laying my old sock and his soaked brief across the dashboard so the sun could dry them, we hit the road again. I fell asleep somewhere about the Colorado border, and didn't wake up until Tex shook me asking where he could drop me off. Disoriented a bit, I looked around at the city streets we were on until I got my bearings.
"Are you turning south on 25?"
"Yeah, I got to be in the Springs by four this afternoon. They'll unload my trailer tonight, while I sleep in the motel across the street from the warehouse."
"Then you can drop me off on Colorado Boulevard and Leetsdale. I can walk home from there." We didn't say anything else as he threaded the big rig through city traffic. I took his dry briefs off the dashboard, and inhaled their odor deeply. I could see he'd already taken my sock and stuffed it in his shirt pocked close enough to lean down to smell when he felt like it.
When he pulled up to where I wanted to get out, he just smiled at me and tipped his hat and slicked back his long stringy blond hair and told me that maybe he'd see me again sometime.
I got down from the rig, and pulled my backpack out. I stuffed his shorts into it and lifted it onto my shoulder. I told him I hoped we would see each other again, because it was a great time we had.
"OK," he said. "Now Close the door kid or you'll make me late to unload." I slammed his door hard, and he tooted his air horn a couple of times, and the rig shifted into gear and began a slow roll down the verge. I waited watching the truck until it was lost in the shimmer of heat and fourwheel traffic headed south.
When I got home, my mother was not there. I hid his smelly shorts under my mattress, and dumped my dirty clothes into the dirty clothes hamper. A few days later, after my mom had washed them, she asked me where I'd lost the mate to the sock I'd been wearing. After a brief puzzled look crossed my face, I just shrugged.
After school got started, and things had settled in for my senior year, I stopped over to Doctor Phillips' house one Saturday to apologize for being gone all summer and to mow his knee high yard. He invited me in after I was good and sweaty for something cold to drink. He gave me a paper towel to wipe off the sweat with as I sat at the kitchen table. When he served me a coke over ice, he picked up the soaked towel, and I saw him slip it into his pocket, and lick his lips as he did it.
He asked me to tell him about my adventures over the summer, and I decided to tell him all of it. When I was finished, he stood up to get me another glass of coke, and I saw a big bone in his pants.
I went home that afternoon, thinking hard about how I could let the Doctor know I wanted him to be interested in me. I really must have been some dumb kid, because the Doctor already had plans.
The End
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