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Road Train Chapter 4
Next morning I woke up with my typical morning wood. Brent was lying on his stomach with his perfect ass exposed. I had one arm draped over his hulking frame and my rigid cock throbbed against the side of Brent's butt-cheek. I desperately needed to piss so I got up, chucked on the closest pair of boxers I could find and slipped on my shorts overtop of them. I headed out of the cab towards the truck stop bathrooms, being careful to close the cab door quietly so as to not wake Brent up.
I entered the bathroom and saw there was a small trough style, steel urinal against the wall. I walked up to it and pulled out my cock. I still had my morning piss hardon. I tucked my boxers under my balls and as I did caught whiff of a familiar smell. I looked down at the crotch of the Bonds boxer-briefs I was wearing and realised I had put on Brent's by mistake. It must have been the pair he was wearing yesterday. The pouch was covered with pre cum stains and I could smell Brent's musk. I wondered how it was possible for one guys junk to smell so strongly in just one day.
My dick was still rock hard and I couldn't piss yet. I tried my hardest to get my cock to go down. Slowly my cock to deflate, enough for my stream to start. I sighed as the pressure in my bladder started to subside. All of a sudden I heard someone enter the bathroom and turned to see Brent walk up next to me.
"Morning mate." He smiled at me and pull out his dick which was standing at full mast. Almost as soon as his cock was freed from his shorts he released a powerful stream of piss up against the wall of the urinal. He had to point his hard cock down slightly otherwise he would have coated the roof.
"Nice boxers." Brent grinned and pulled the waistband back then released it again, snapping against the side of my ass.
"Yea must have grabbed them when I was half asleep." I responded. "They fucking reek of your junk man." I chuckled. Brent laughed. "Yea they get that way when I'm horny. Which is pretty much all the time. You should keep them, they look good on you." Brent finished his piss and tucked his now semi hard prick back into his shorts and I followed suit.
We headed back to the truck, grabbed some shirts and decided to find somewhere to get breakfast. We found an old style diner and ordered some pretty greasy meals then went back to the truck. I realised that today would be my last day travelling with Brent. The ride to Port Augusta took just over five hours and we arrived at around 1pm. We were both quiet for most of the journey which was unusual for us both. I guess Brent picked up on the somber vibe since he also knew it was our last ride together.
Once we arrived at the port Brent told me he had some work to do to get the truck unloaded and ready to be loaded up again and that he would meet me in the city once he was done. He wouldn't be leaving until the morning so he suggested I find a good bar to grab some food and beer. Since we had the rest of the day together I thought of something better to do. I walked into the city and found an info centre with all the details I needed. I found the nearest bus stop on my phone and grabbed some pies and sandwiches from a nearby cafe. I sent a txt to Brent telling him where to meet me and waited.
Brent arrived about twenty minutes later just as the bus pulled into the station. I grabbed him and told him to get on the bus. He seemed confused at first but found a seat near the back and I joined him once I gave the driver our tickets.
"Where are we going mate?" Brent asked as I sat down next to him. The bus was empty apart from a couple of people sitting near the front. It roared loudly as it pulled out onto the main road heading out of the city.
"You'll see bro." I turned to him and grinned. I pulled out the food I grabbed from the cafe earlier and passed him his share. "Grabbed us something for the road." Brent swiped the pie out of my hand and tucked in hungrily.
The bus trip took us about forty minutes before we arrived at our stop. We stepped out of the bus into a small fishing town located on the beachfront. The sun was out and it was shaping up to be a ripper day. Brent looked like an excited puppy.
"Bro this is awesome! I haven't been for a swim in ages." He smiled.
"We're not swimming mate, I'm gunna teach you how to surf." I grinned back.
"You little beauty." Brent wrapped an arm around me and squeezed. He looked like a kid on Christmas Day.
We hired a couple of boards and towels from a shop down by the beachfront then headed down to the beach. The waves weren't very high this far into the bay but they were the perfect size for learning on. I set my bag down and stripped off my shirt and shorts and changed into my boardies. Brent was wearing a pair of league shorts which would have to do since he had nothing else with him. Before jumping into the water I showed Brent how to use his board and how to jump up onto it once he caught a wave.
The water was cold but we were both having too much fun to care. I caught a few waves and showed Brent how it was done. He managed to get up on to his feet the first wave he caught but tumbled into the water almost as soon as he was up. As the afternoon wore on we managed to get Brent riding a wave almost the whole way in. The whole time we were in the water we were joking around. Brent tried to knock me off my board as much as he could and I managed to swim up beneath him and pull him under a few times. Our fooling around culminated with me yanking his shorts off in the surf so he was completely nude. I managed to swim ashore with my prize and waved his shorts around cockily. Typically Brent didn't give a shit that his junk was out and surfed back into shore naked.
A couple of sunbathing chicks noticed our fooling around and started clapping as Brent walked up to me with his surf board under his arm. He smiled at them and they giggled like school girls. Brent wrapped his towel around his waist much to the girls, and my own, disappointment and we headed for the changing rooms. We dropped off our boards and headed inside. Brent and I went straight for the showers and began to wash off the sand and salt from the ocean. The warm water helped plump up our cocks a bit since the cold sea water had caused a bit of shrinkage. I changed into some dry shorts and lent a dry pair of league shorts to Brent.
Brent told me he'd return the boards for us while I chill out on the beach. I found a good spot atop one of the dunes, spread out our towels and watched as the late afternoon sun began to set. Brent returned a box of coldies.
"Mate, you're a bloody legend." I sighed as he passed me a cold beer. The sun was starting to sink down in the sky lighting it up a pale pink-orange. Brent crouched down on the towel beside me and cracked open his bottle. We didn't say much to one another as we watched the sun set over the horizon, just silently enjoying each other's company.
"I really appreciate you giving me a ride this far bro." I finally broke the silence.
"No worries mate." Brent leaned over and put his arm around my shoulder. "Pretty stoked I ran into you to be honest." I chuckled. "Yea me too. Guess we better get back to Port Augusta before it gets too late." Brent agreed. We gathered up our gear and I dumped our empties in a bin outside the changing rooms.
"Got some bad news mate." Brent said to me as I caught up to him. "Looks like there are no more busses until morning."
"Shit." I had forgotten to check the timetable to get back. "Maybe there's somewhere we can stay here?"
"Not likely bro. This looks like a pretty small town." Brent was right. I had fucked up and the sun was quickly going down.
"Guess we better start walking." Brent laughed.
"Well I'm glad you can see the funny side. Man I feel terrible, I completely forgot to check the timetable."
"Don't worry about it bro. I'd be happy to get stuck in the middle of nowhere as long as you're there." Brent said cheesily.
"Fuck off you cheeky cunt." I responded by punching him in the arm.
We began the walk back to the city, grateful we had a couple of beers in our bellies to lighten the mood. We talked and joked around like our typical selves. It took us a little over an hour before we were back in the city again. We arrived at the dimly lit city streets just as the night became too dark to see where we were going.
"Think we will find a motel around here mate?" I asked optimistically.
"Might as well crash in Bessie one last time don't you think?" Brent countered.
"Guess I can live with being pressed up next to you one last night." I grinned. "I gotta take a leak mate." I said to Brent and darted down a dimly lit alley between two buildings. I chucked my bag on the ground, undid my fly and flopped out my uncut prick. Brent followed me and pulled out his cock next to me. My dick reacted as soon as I saw Brent's and started to chub up.
"Look bro, no hands" I remarked as I placed both hands behind my head and sprayed the wall in front of me.
"What are you talking about mate?" Brent said slyly as he wrapped his hand around my tool, only making it grow harder. "You have got a hand on that thing." We both cracked up laughing.
I finished pissing but my cock was now rock hard. Brent's hand on my dick had got my blood pumping. I moved behind him and pulled his shorts down just beneath his muscular cheeks. He turned his head to see what I was doing as I kneeled down behind his ass. His hand was still wrapped around his dick as he pissed against the wall. I pushed his cheeks apart and ran my tongue up his crack. Brent let out a low moan and I continued to work my tongue into his loosening hole. Brent finished his piss and began to pump his hand up and down his shaft.
I lapped at his ass like a hungry dog making him moan loudly. Brent kept pushing back into my tongue until I couldn't handle it anymore, my cock needed to be buried in his ass. I stood up and began to grind my dick up his slick crack. I grabbed his arms and placed them against the wall.
"You ready for my cock big boy?" I whispered dirtily in his ear. Brent's response was to push back into my throbbing dick.
"Fuck me bro. I want your dick in my ass so bad." He said huskily. I spat on my cock head and lined it up with his wet pucker then slowly slid my helmet past his ring. Brent groaned, keeping his hands up against the wall as he adjusted to my prick. As soon as I felt his ring begin to loosen slightly I grabbed his hips and sunk my cock balls deep into his ass. I gasped at the feeling of his slick wet hole grasping my dick. I pulled back and began to fuck him at a steady pace. My balls slapped against his ass with each thrust. Brent took my dick like a champ, grinding back into me with each pump. His hole felt so hot on my cock, I knew I wasn't going to last long.
I leant down and ran my tongue up the back of his neck. I felt Brent shiver and he moaned. All of a sudden I felt his ass begin to tighten and spasm on my knob.
"Oh fuuuuuuck!" Brent shouted. "I'm cumming bro." Without touching his cock, Brent began to spray the wall in front of him. His whole body shook as the last of his cum dripped from his rigid cock into the pair of boxers still around his thighs. The contractions in his ass pushed me to the brink and I felt the familiar rising in my nuts.
"I'm coming too bro." I moaned as my cock jerked uncontrollably deep in Brent's ass. I could feel my jizz shooting out of the tip of my cock into his hole, filling him up with my spunk. It was one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever felt. I began to feel weak at the knees and collapsed onto Brent, both of us panting like dogs.
I pulled my cock from his hole and a torrent of cum ran down his thigh to his boxers. Brent pulled me around and pushed me up against the wall, grabbed my face and pulled me in for a long passionate kiss. Our tongues fought against one another and our beards scratched and tickled each other's face.
"Fuck I love you bro." Brent broke from our kiss long enough to whisper those words to me.
"I love you too man." I panted and pulled him back into our kiss. It was true, I did love him. Not like a man loves his girlfriend or a wife but more like a brother, a best mate. We had grown so close after the last few days together, it almost felt like we had been mates for the last ten years.
We finally ended our kiss and pulled up our shorts and boxers. Brent laughed at how much cum had soaked into his pair of bonds. My singlet clung to me, sweaty from our root, Brent's was the same. We headed back to Bessie and climbed up into the cab. I chucked my bag on the seat and stripped naked in no time. Brent copied me and we both jumped onto the small bed together. Brent lay on his back and hugged me to his chest and I hugged him back. We were both tired from the long walk back as well as our fuck session in the alley. I fell asleep to the slow rhythmic rising and falling of Brent's chest beneath my head.
I woke the next morning to the familiar throbbing of Brent's morning wood against me. We hadn't moved much I the night, my head was still on his chest and his cock throbbed against my stomach. I lifted myself up carefully and looked down and his massive uncut prick.
"Mornin' stud." Brent whispered.
"Hey bro. You're awake?" I asked.
"Yea been lying here for a while with you snoring away on my chest. Didn't have the heart to wake you up." He mused.
"Well your cock did that for you." I teased.
"Can't help it when I've got a hot cunt like you in bed with me." He giggled cheekily then pulled me in for a kiss.
"Can't believe this is the last time I get to see you bro." I frowned.
"I'm pretty sure we will run into each other again. Might have to come out to Melbourne to visit ya. Or you could hitch a ride back home with me if you don't like it there." He smiled.
"Guess you're right. I still want to suck your cock one more time in case we don't get that chance." I grinned deviously.
"I like the way you think mate." Brent replied. I moved down closer to Brent's cock and almost wrapped my tongue around his piece when he stopped me.
"Let's 69 bro, I wanna taste your cock." I looked up at him and nodded happily. I carefully manoeuvred my hips above Brent's head, my stiff cock bobbing up and down with each movement.
Once I was in place, with my knees beside his head and his cock staring up at me I lowered myself to get closer to his member. I felt Brent's lips wrap around my shaft and he hungrily began to tongue my cockhead. His foreskin was bunched up at the tip, covering his helmet. I slowly slid his foreskin back exposing his red, throbbing helmet, unleashing a strong musky scent. Brent's cock smelled strongly of cum, pre and piss. I placed my lips around his tip and tasted his masculine flavour with my tongue. Brent moaned on the end of my shaft.
Brent's dick felt like a titanium girder in my mouth. I began to work his entire shaft into my mouth, deep throating him back and forth. Brent continued to moan on the end of my cock. He brought his hand up and cupped my ass then forced my hips closer to his mouth. My prick sunk deeper down his throat and this time I was the one to let out a deep moan. Brent's expert sucking had me close already and I could tell he was close too. His balls were drawn up tightly to the base of his cock and it somehow managed to feel even harder between my lips.
All of a sudden I felt Brent's prick jerk in my mouth and it fired off a massive spurt of cum into my gob. As soon as I felt this I began to unleash my load into Brent's hungry mouth also. We were both moaning loudly on the ends of each other's cocks. Brent's shaft throbbed with each spurt of cum he fired into my mouth. I swallowed every delicious drop of his spunk just as Brent downed mine. I continued to milk Brent's cock until there was no more cum left in his tight balls. Brent continued to suckle my still hard cock for a while after my orgasm subsided.
Finally my sensitive cock couldn't take any more and I sat up, flipped around and pushed my lips against Brent's. I could taste my cum on his lips as we kissed passionately.
"No chick I've ever been with can suck my cock as good as you." I complimented him.
"What can I say? I'm a natural." He stuck out his tongue at me. "How's about we grab breakfast together before I head off?"
"Good plan bro." I reached over to find a pair of boxers and pulled on the musky pair of Brent's I had worn all day yesterday. I intended on taking him up on his offer of keeping them, if only as something to remember him by. I gathered all of my belongings into my bag and stepped out of the cab. Brent followed, wearing his trademark stubbies and a singlet.
We found a small cafe close by and ordered up a large breakfast. We talked about what I was going to do in Melbourne and what places I should see. I told Brent I was going to miss him. He stayed positive and assured me we would run into one another again. I told him I'd flick him a txt from time to time to see how he was going. I didn't want to leave once we had finished our meals but Brent needed to hit the road and I didn't want to keep him waiting. We stepped out of the cafe and he pulled me into a bear hug. I squeezed him back as hard as I could.
"I'll Fucken miss you bro." He whispered in my ear.
"You too mate." Is all I could muster.
I wanted to tell him how much his friendship meant to me, how much he had opened my eyes to my own sexuality. But something in me felt he already knew. We released our hug and without another word Brent turned and headed back to the truck. I picked up my bag, swung it over my shoulder and began to walk in the opposite direction hoping that we would meet again one day soon.