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Chapter 2
I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and eggs frying. I peered over and saw Steve making us some breakfast on the little stove. He noticed my eyes open and smiled. "Hey kid, I bet you slept great, I know I sure did. Thanks for helping me out, I just know any partner you get teamed with is going to be very lucky to drive with you." Then he winked. Cocky as ever! "Now get yourself washed up and let's get some food into you. We don't want you to be late for your road test."
I got up. I had a piss-hard-on standing straight up and covered in the stench of last night's dried cum. He threw me a wet rag and said, "Better wash up and by the looks of it, throw a piss. There is a toilet in the back but I don't like dumping the tank that much and I'd prefer if you just open the door and let your stream loose. Get used to that too, cause if I had a nickel for every time I threw a piss out the passenger door of my rig.... Well, let's say I wouldn't be having to sleep in a trailer."
My cock started to twitch again thinking about warm piss shooting out of his big hairy cock. Ok, I gotta get it together, I pushed my hard-on down and let the yellow liquid fly. Why was I thinking about him pissing? We ate breakfast and before I knew it, we were at the DMV and I was walking back to Steve with a big grin on my face, proudly bragging that I'd passed and was now a real trucker. Steve put his arm on my back and said, "Hey kid, I never doubted you for a minute."
"I got a surprise for ya," he continued. "You can say no, of course, but sometimes I take loads on the weekends when I'm not teaching to earn a bit of extra cash. Now, it's not a team load, so I can't pay you, of course, but if you like, you can tag along and maybe we can even share the driving. It will get you some real experience." With my newfound confidence, I found myself jumping at the chance. I remembered back to yesterday when I had found myself wishing that he could be my first partner. Thinking back to how good it felt to "help each other out" last night, I couldn't believe how things worked out.
I drove my car back home, got my bag packed, and told my folks of my success and opportunity for experience already! Dad was so proud and said I was "a chip off the old block." I wondered if he ever "helped any of his buddies out" before? I didn't have time to think about that because the next thing I knew, I heard an air horn. Steve was outside, pulled over at the side of the road waiting for me. I climbed up and opened the door. He said, "Throw your stuff in the back, kid, we gotta get on the road. Out Friday and back Sunday night." I was so excited to have two and a half nights with him in the truck!
When I tossed my bag in the sleeper berth, I was happy to notice that there was only one bed. What a difference since yesterday! I found myself hoping that I would be "helping my partner out" again when we pulled over to sleep later.
Steve and I "shot the shit," as he liked to call it, and he was happy to show me how the CB radio works. I'd hear guys saying stuff like, "Breaker, breaker 1-9, what's your 10-20?" and such. And once the sun started to set, we started hearing some drivers on the radio asking, "Anybody looking for some company?" Turned out, they would get anyone who was interested to go over to a different band on the CB to talk. It wasn't private, of course, but at least it wasn't on the main channel for everyone and their brother to hear.
Steve said that's why team drivers who get along well are so much better than driving solo. Never having to publicly look for a fellow driver to "help them out," and never risk getting busted by the cops. Much of America was still illegal for such things. I kind of got boned up thinking of these big burly men getting naked with each other. Steve noticed my crotch getting firm and he started to get boned up too. He winked at me and said, "Hey kid, since the sun's setting and no one will be able to see, why don't you come on over here and give me a little thrill. Rub my hard cock for me, will ya?" I hopped off the jump seat. I wasn't sure where to go and he said, "Just get down on your knees next to the stick shift and give me your hand."
He placed my hand on his hard cock through his pants. It was the first time I'd ever touched another man's cock with my hands and his was a much bigger feeling than mine. I always thought mine was a normal size, but his filled my hand. "Oh ya, that's it kid, nice and soft like that. Man, you get me so horny," and with one quick motion, he pulled his pants and underwear down while driving. My eyes got so big because this was the first time I'd seen his exposed prick and it was fully hard. It was no wonder why it felt so big between my cheeks last night.
"Ok kid, stroke it nice. Pretend like it's your own and do what you know feels good." I tried and failed to wrap my entire hand around it. Wow, it was so incredibly thick. "Hey kid, I haven't got the juices flowing yet, how about you spit on it to slick it up." I did as told and soon my partially closed hand was sliding up and down his huge shaft without friction.
"Oh ya, that's great, that feels so good, but you don't have it wet enough, get your tongue real wet and lick my shaft to get it slick again." I kind of got into a rhythm where I was licking and stroking and I heard him say, "Open your mouth wide and put it inside." I couldn't believe how much it filled my mouth, but he was right, it worked much better to wet his cock inside my mouth.
It wasn't long before I could taste something leaking into my mouth. It tasted really good and I was sure it must be his cock leaking pre-cum into my mouth just as he had oozed on my back and between my cheeks. His pace started to quicken and he put his hand on the back of my head, guiding it up and down and setting his pace. I willingly followed his guidance because I was so eager to please my mentor. A moment before it happened, it suddenly hit me, I think that he's going to cum in my mouth! When he came between my legs, there was so much mess and I'm sure he didn't want it dripping on the seat. As he started shooting streams of thick cum in my mouth, he held my head down until I realized the cum only had one place it could go, and I swallowed shot after shot of his sticky jizz. I kept squeezing every last drop with my lips out of him until his member started to soften in my mouth.
"Wow kid, now you're really starting to understand how to 'help your partner out.' Why don't you go lie down in the bunk and get some rest. I'll join you once I park in the truck stop for the night." Like last night, I knew to completely strip down this time, and soon I dozed off.