Temporary Trucker

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TEMPORARY TRUCKER Part 4

I drove on, but for some reason couldn't get my mind off the incident. As a rather interesting reaction to being annoyed, I had a raging hard-on. Or maybe it was because I kept thinking about Tony and the prospect of maybe getting to see him again. I began to wonder if he really was as great as I remembered, and for the next hour or so my dick just got harder and harder. I finally pulled into a rest area with the intent of at least beating off and hopefully getting him off my mind.

The place was one of the modern ones built after the interstates went in, and it looked clean and orderly, though I didn't see anyone around manning it. The men's room was large with urinals and sinks on one side and stalls around the corner. The place was deserted which suited me just fine.

I glanced in several of the stalls to see if there was any interesting graffiti. None in the first two and then bingo. Between the third and fourth stalls was a gaping hole, not one cut in the wall but where the paper dispenser should have been. I could only guess that some clever soul had simply figured out how to remove it, and evidently no one had come up with a way to put it back.

There was a limited amount of graffiti, and none of it remarkable for its cleverness. I dropped my pants and sat down, letting my stiff rod at least escape its confinement. As I started stroking my dick lightly, I had the interesting realization that it had been a long time since I'd felt the need to get myself off. For a number of weeks, it had been well serviced by a whole bunch of different guys. Now it felt kind of nice to touch it that way myself - not that I'd want a steady diet.

I was jolted from my reverie. Someone had entered the john and now I saw him entering the stall next to me. From what I could see at a quick glance, he wore dark levis and a white tee shirt and had keys hanging from one side of his pants and a long chain attached to what's called a driver's purse on the other side. The purse was shoved down into his pocket.

He sat down quickly and as he was getting himself all arranged I sneaked a peek at his crotch. His dick stuck straight up from his bush and looked rather short.

The guy was fidgeting, but finally got around to taking his dick in his hand to let me know he was interested. My own cock was almost throbbing, but right then I was hotter to suck cock than I was to get my own relief. I gestured with my finger on the bottom of the opening and he stood immediately and turned in the direction of the hole. I gestured to him and he stuck his small cock through.

I took his balls, which certainly weren't undersized, in my hand and gulped his dick. It was still sort of soft, and as I tasted it, it started to grow quite a bit longer and a hell of a lot harder. In the end, he had probably six inches when stiff and I made a meal of it.

I sure wouldn't have minded sucking that dick for a little while, but he hadn't had his dick in my mouth for thirty seconds when he came, much to my surprise. And come he did. I don't think I'd ever felt such a heavy unloading. His rod splashed hot and salty cum all over the inside of my mouth and I had to swallow just to keep up with him. And then, just as quickly as his dick had gotten really hard, it grew soft again. He pulled away with a rather muffled comment.

"That's great, oh hell, it's too sensitive after," he said, pulling his dick back through and his shorts and pants up in a single motion. Five seconds later he was gone.

I was feeling a little miffed that it was over so soon, and my cock was still aching for its own relief. I didn't have much time to think about it for almost as soon as the guy was out the door another one entered and headed right for the stall next to me.

A tall thin guy in 501's and a knit shirt entered the stall and kicked up the seat with his foot. He stood in front of the toilet and pulled out his rather long but thin, uncut cock. I was fascinated watching him piss, his roaring stream splashing down into the water in the bowl. As he finished, he shook the last drops from his dick head but didn't stow his meat away. Instead he started stroking it slowly as it began to lengthen and stiffen in his hand.

It seemed strange to be watching him like that, but I was getting sort of turned on as I watched his cock grow to its full potential. It didn't take long and he finally let go of it as his thin seven inch rod bounced and wobbled in front of him. The foreskin on his dick had retreated now to reveal a well formed head atop the long thin shaft.

"You want it?" a youngish sounding voice asked in a whisper. It caught me off guard and I didn't say anything for a moment.

"Whaddya say?" the voice asked again, "I need it sucked bad."

I forgot about my aching cock for the moment and decided some community service was in order. A simple gesture got him turned sideways and in a matter of moments I had his randy cock sliding down my throat. He smelled boyish, clean and delicious, and he really got excited as I deep-throated his cock, my nose tickled by the bush of curly hair at the base his dick.

His dick throbbed in my mouth and I figured I'd found another quick one, but he didn't come right away and I enjoyed sucking on his cock for several minutes before the restroom door opened. The guy pulled his dick from my mouth quickly and, lowering the toilet seat again, he sat down in a hurry.

"Terry?" a deep voice boomed out, "you okay?"

"Yeah, Dad," the guy next to me answered, "I'm fine."

"Okay, we're ready as soon as you're done, huh?" the voice spoke again, and got a "Yes" in reply from my neighbor.

There was another flurry of noise as several people entered, used the john and left. The guy next to me stayed put, though I figured he might well give up when another guy entered the stall next to him. I waited to see what would happen.

Quiet returned after a few minutes, but there were still three of us there in a row, and I was frankly surprised when the guy next to me handed me a note written on toilet paper.

He seems to be okay.

You want to finish sucking me?

I could see the other guy's work boot through the hole and he was going through the old foot tapping routine so I figured he was okay. I motioned the kid on. His uncut meat had softened in the meantime, but as he stood, the head pushed out of its covering foreskin and his dick started to lengthen again. He really had a good looking dick, and in just a moment, I was swallowing that tasty tool again. The kid seemed hotter now, whether because he was anxious not to keep his family waiting or because of the other guy, and when he started fucking his long, thin cock into my mouth hard and fast, it didn't take long before he popped off.

He blasted a healthy wad of young, mild tasting cum down my throat and I swallowed the sweet stuff hungrily. Then, without so much as a thank you, the kid yanked up his jeans, buttoned up, and was gone.

I wasn't surprised when the guy next to him hiked up his pants and moved one stall nearer. He looked to be a rugged guy, dressed in work boots, chino pants and flannel shirt. His rough looking hands made me think he might be a fellow driver, which didn't matter a lot to me, but it was interesting to think about.

The guy didn't sit down. He just turned toward the opening in the wall and pushed his pants and shorts to the floor. When he stood up again, I was looking at a beautiful, thick cock, over seven-inches long and quite thick, sticking out over a massive pair of balls. It was aiming directly at my face.

I did something of a double take. I mean, this guy's cock reminded me so much of Tony's that it startled me. "What if it was him?" I asked myself then realized that was ridiculous. It was just a coincidence. It had to be.

All this of course took less than a second, but as I kneeled on the floor and gestured him forward, I wrapped my lips around that gorgeous rock-hard piece of man meat and let myself believe it might be Tony. In doing so, I probably set myself up to give that guy the best blow job he'd ever had or I'd ever given. I was crazy to suck his meat, and the gods smiled by keeping the place empty except for us for at least ten minutes or so. At least my efforts got some response from the other side.

"God damn...great fuckin' head," his deep voice bounced off all the partitions and walls, "Suck it like that...oh yeah!"

It took some doing but soon I'd managed to deep-throat his huge organ and was having the time of my life sucking on him. It got me so hot I couldn't help beating my own meat, which was still bone hard and aching for relief. I stopped before I got too close, however, to keep focused on sucking his cock for all I was worth.

"Oh yeah," his voice moaned as I repeatedly took his cock down my throat, madly hungry for every bit of it, "suck my cock. Suck it like that some more!"

When he announced a warning that he was getting close, I sucked harder, faster and deeper still. That did it, and his monster cock started pumping out a huge load of hot, sticky man cum. His cock throbbed and kept throbbing all the time he was feeding me, and I had to swallow several times to keep it from overflowing my mouth.

"Great head, man," he said, his voice now a little quavery. "Best I've ever had." I felt his cock start to soften and him start to pull away from me.

Good. I'd wanted him to get off like he never had before. I'd wanted to take his big cock and drive him nuts. Oh hell, let's face it, I'd wanted him to be Tony and if he wasn't, I at least wanted to pretend that he was and do what I was really wanting to do with Tony.

"Hope I see you again," the guy said as he redressed. I mumbled something like 'okay' and he was gone.

When I was alone again and my heart had stopped pounding in my chest like a jackhammer, I realized with a jolt what had just happened. I'd been fantasizing about Tony all the time I was eating that guy's meat. I couldn't get it out of my mind and I was still thinking about it when a new guy walked into the stall next to me.

While he fooled around covering the seat with toilet paper, which I think is fairly silly anyway, I took a quick peek and saw that he was a Federal Express driver. He was short but rather well built, and wore his cute little uniform of striped shirt and blue pants very well. He wasn't shy, I'll say that for him. He dropped his pants slowly and deliberately, and I could see the clear outline of his soft cock and his balls through the scanty designer briefs he was wearing. He pushed them down and sat carefully, so as not to disturb the toilet paper, I guess.

I was still primed to suck another cock, though I frankly couldn't understand this hunger I'd never felt before. He finally moved his hands away, revealing a well formed nearly seven-inch dick of moderate thickness. He seemed eager to see mine as well and let out a low gasp when I revealed my aching rod.

I was first to the mark however, and started sucking up and down the shaft of his young dick as he moaned quietly.

"Wow," he whispered as I took his dick deep into my mouth, "man, your mouth is on fire." That kind of got me going, and soon I was taking his hot meat wildly. He let me suck it for a couple of minutes then started to pull back.

"Let me suck yours," he whispered, and it kind of surprised me. I scrambled to my feet and he grabbed my dick through the gaping hole.

"God damn, you've sure got a big cock," he whispered excitedly. I felt his warm tongue against the heat of my dick and then the greater heat as he took the first couple of inches in his mouth. He was just starting to take more of it when he moved his mouth away and spoke anxiously.

"Oh shit, that's getting me too hot," he moaned, "I'm gonna come. I can't help it."

I sat down quickly and managed to get my mouth back around his dick just before he started to shoot. He came fast and hard, his balls pumping out their hot, creamy contents hot and heavy. I kept most of his stuff in my mouth and swished it all over and around his cock while he finished spasming, then licked and sucked it all up and swallowed hard. If volume were any measure of manliness, the little guy was a man among men.

"Sorry," he whispered, "I really liked sucking on yours, but it got me off too quick." I answered 'okay' or something like that and watched as he pulled up his shorts and tucked his shirt into his pants.

He caught a piece of the toilet paper with which he covered the seat in the back of his pants and it trailed after him like some kind of dragon's tail as he walked out. I thought to say something to him then chuckled to myself and kept quiet.

I heard him leave then heard the door again and saw the same tennis shoes in front of the stall door I'd just seen as neighbors.

"Thought I ought to warn you," he said in a quick whisper, "there's a state trooper just pulling in."

"Thanks," I answered, "and by the way, you've got toilet paper stuck in your pants."

We both laughed, and I was pulling my levis up as I heard him leave again, stuffing my still-hard cock down into its forced confinement in some pain.. I washed my hands and rinsed my mouth with some water from the sink, combed my hair, and was just walking out as Mike, the same trooper who'd stopped me earlier, walked toward the rest area building.

He still looked damned sexy in his uniform, his crotch pushed forward, and he still had that same scowl on his face. I decided to get a Coke from the machine and was sitting at the table drinking it when the trooper exited from the rest area and walked toward me. He reached down to casually adjust his crotch just as he got near.

"You again," he said with that same damned scowl, "you're not getting very far today, are you?"

"Nature calls," I answered, forcing myself to show a cheerful smile, "can't do anything about that, can you?"

He grumbled something about 'fuckin' trucks' as a big Roadway double-trailer rolled out of the parking lot.

"You got something against truck drivers?" I asked, again trying to sound as pleasant as could be. He sort of grunted, so I went on.

"Or maybe he's got something against everybody," I said, like I was talking to myself. "He's sure got some attitude."

"You're a cocky son of a bitch, aren't you?" Mike said, but with a lot less scowl this time.

"Well now, I don't know about that, sir," I said in my sweetest voice. "There's some say I've got plenty of 'cocky' if that's what you mean.

We were at a standstill. I knew that last remark came as close to the line with an officer as I dared go, and for his side, he seemed to be hesitating about just what to say next.

"How far you fixing to go today?" he asked, not scowling for a change.

"Just far enough to get outside of Colorado, sir," I answered. I really planned to get a little farther than that but it suited my purpose with him. I'd be out of his jurisdiction once I crossed the state line.

"You'll probably put in at that big truck stop at Ogallala then," he said. I shrugged my shoulders. I hadn't even thought about it, and the name meant nothing to me.

"Why?" I asked as casually as I could.

"Just wondering, that's all," he said, "I live over near there so I know the area really well."

Mike turned and walked back to his car. As he turned back to open the door, he gave his crotch another rearrangement, then raised his hand in a salute. As a final parting shot, he grinned from ear to ear.

I was pissed for a fraction of a second and then laughed aloud.

"Well, I'll be damned."

I returned to my truck and headed back out onto the highway. I was just picking up speed when I passed my friendly state trooper parked behind a big clump of trees. I gave him a blast on the air horn just for good measure and saw his headlights flashing at me in the side mirror.

"This is an adventure worthy of Jerry," I thought to myself. I mean here I was, heading toward a potential date with a state trooper. Then I thought about Bob.

"God, wouldn't he be jealous." It cheered me up immensely and I drove on with a smile on my face. It hadn't been such a bad day after all.

It wasn't a bad drive at all to Ogallala and it actually worked out just about right for the length of time I was supposed to drive. There were lots of signs advertising the truck stop and I found it without any trouble.

As I checked out the truck after I got fuel and parked, another driver walked by and nodded in a friendly way. Something clicked and I felt a flush of excitement. The chino pants, the flannel shirt, the work boots. I recognized them immediately as being the same as those the guy had worn who I'd sucked off at the rest area that afternoon. He was the one whose cock had been a near double for Tony's, and I looked up quickly to find out who that gorgeous cock belonged to.

He was a pleasant enough looking guy, but I guess I'd wanted him to look as special as Tony. Medium height, medium brown hair, a normal looking face. In other words, he looked just like any guy. I felt puzzled, but as I made sure everything with the truck was okay, I remembered that it had been me who'd wanted to imagine the guy was Tony. It had been me who'd gotten so excited sucking the guy's cock just because it reminded me of him. I sure wouldn't have been fair to blame the guy for my own fantasy, would it?

Nonetheless, a sudden wave of loneliness passed over me and I realized that simply sucking a bunch of guy's cocks never could take the place of being with just one man who really excited you and made you feel wanted and needed.

After I got the truck secured, I checked in with the office. That afternoon I got the head honcho.

"How're you doing, young man?" Dave Snyder's voice sounded friendly and welcome after I'd been away for so long. "We keeping you busy enough?"

"I'm fine," I answered, "and you sure are. I don't mind the highway driving, but going through cities is a real pain." He laughed and agreed, and we talked for several minutes about the trip and everything seemed to be fine.

I was feeling better for talking to Dave, and then he gave me the message that made my heart leap.

"There's a note here that your friend Tony called you and left a message to say 'hello.'" I thanked him for the message, and then he reminded me about calling home more often and that my parents were concerned that I didn't.

"Just been busy, boss," I said, trying to sound cheerful.

"Don't be that busy, Joe," his voice wasn't chastising but the message was clear. I promised I'd do better.

We finished our conversation and I rang off feeling as happy as could be just to know that Tony had called again. I tried to call him and left a message on his answering machine saying I'd called just to return his 'hello.' I'd have rather talked to him, but no matter, I was still feeling great. I also called and talked to my Mom, assuring her that I was okay and promising to call again soon.

I whistled all through my shower. Once done, I headed back out to the truck to stow my gear. Leaning against the truck cab was Mike, the state trooper. He was dressed in regular clothes now, a tight-fitting pair of black jeans and a plain light blue shirt, but I recognized him right off and said hello.

"Hey, I'm really sorry I was acting like such a shithead," he said. "I've had a really rotten week, but that's not your fault and it was wrong to act the way I did."

"No problem, really," I answered directly, "it just seemed like you've got a problem with truck drivers." I was in such a great mood that nothing was going to upset me.

"I don't have anything against truckers," he said then dropped his voice. "though I wouldn't mind having something against you."

I couldn't help but laugh. Here was a state trooper coming to me after he'd acted like he did before.

"Just what are you suggesting?" I asked with a grin. I sure wasn't going to make any first move.

"How about we climb up into that sleeper and I'll help you relax after your shower," he said, "you know, maybe rub your back or shoulders or something."

"Okay," I answered, still smiling, "that sounds like a great idea."

Well, to shorten the story considerably, he did rub my shoulders and my back. For all of about thirty seconds, that is. After that he rolled me over onto my back and in less than a half a minute, he was swallowing the full length of my rapidly stiffening cock.

"Hey man, you really do that well," I told him sincerely. He just grunted and deep throated my rod again, grabbing my balls roughly in his hand.

Stretched out there in the sleeper, I didn't feel my usual desire to make this two-way action. Come to think of it, he didn't seem to want it that way either. He seemed to just want to take my dick, and for a change, that was okay with me. Between thinking about Tony, and comparing my night with him to my earlier activities that afternoon sucking off four guys in a row, my mind was more than occupied.

The guy was damned good, however, and soon got my full attention. When I said something about him pulling his meat out, he shook his head, which was a wild sensation since he had my dick down his throat at the time.

"Uh-huh," was the noise he made and it sounded like a firm negative. So I just let him make a meal of my dick and it didn't take long before I was pumping a load of my best stuff down his throat. He grunted and groaned as he siphoned my wad, swallowing repeatedly to keep up with all I was shooting. He stayed right with it until my dick started to soften and only then did he let my dick slip from between his lips.

"Oh yeah, man," he groaned quietly, "that's one fine cock you've got there."

I countered with a similar compliment as to his talents, but he just smiled. He almost seemed to have wanted to get the sex act over with because he was bursting to talk.

"Tell you what," he said as I pulled my shorts and pants back up from my ankles, and in a far less surly tone. "How about letting me buy you a beer?"

"Sure," I answered, shrugging my shoulders, "Why not. I'm done driving for today. Where?"

He indicated there was a bar just a short way back down the highway, and we walked back out to the car parking lot. He climbed into a low slung sports car and motioned me to get in the other side. I don't know much about cars, but I was pretty sure this was a damned expensive one.

We belted up and I couldn't help but notice again the huge bulge at his crotch as he drew the belt over it. He peeled rubber across the gravel drive and in a matter of nutes we were climbing out of the sports car at a small tavern. We'd past the state line and were back in Colorado, on which I commented.

"There still aren't many bars in that part of Nebraska," he said.

We talked about a variety of things and got to know each other a little. He told me his Dad was a big rancher, which accounted for the expensive car, but that he'd decided to become a state trooper because that's what he'd always wanted to do.

"It's a bit of a problem, what with being gay," he said in a confidential whisper, "but I'm very careful."

He asked about me and I explained my plan about driving then going back to school in the Fall. Midway through our second beer, he leaned forward and spoke in a whisper.

"Actually, I've just got a problem with one truck driver," he said, "You see, there's this guy I really like..."

I asked if he was hitting on me again, but he smiled.

"No, you're safe. Actually, this is why I was in such a rotten mood today. You mind if I talk to you about a personal problem." I shook my head, but stayed quiet to encourage him to go on.

"It all started about six months ago," he went on, "I was doing a routine check of truck permits about fifty miles from here, and there was this great looking driver. I'd have to say that we sort of hit it off together right from the start. He was stopping in Ogallala that night so we met later and ended up at my place which is very nearby. It was the best night of my life, and I really fell for him." He paused a moment.

"So what's the problem?" I asked, just to prompt him to go on.

"Then, nothing," he said quietly, "and we've managed to get together many times over the last five months or so.

"So where does he live? I mean where's home base?" I asked.

"He's from Kansas City," Mike answered, "and he makes the run from there to the coast all the time. That's how we were able to get together so often. Anyway, I was getting pretty serious about him, and he seemed to be serious about me too. Then I suggested that he consider moving here. I wasn't surprised that he was a little cool to that idea, but I mean, hell, I've got plenty of money, and I figured I'd at least pop the idea and see what he thought."

"You mean you asked him to quit driving and move here?" I asked and he nodded.

"So what the hell was he supposed to do when he got here?"

"Well, that's the problem. I didn't think about it before I spoke, but the fact is there are few jobs around here except ranchers and farmers. He didn't cotton to any of those."

I shrugged my shoulders. I mean, I guessed I didn't blame the guy.

"Anyway," Mike went on, sounding like he finally was getting to a conclusion, "Since then, he doesn't call very often and I haven't seen him for almost a month. I'm horny and I'm feeling sorry for myself and that's why I was so damned pissed about truckers."

It was such a strange tale that it sounded absolutely true. I waited a full minute before I answered.

"You don't understand drivers, that's all. I've only been on the road a short time, but the one thing I've learned best about drivers is that they're fiercely independent. They won't give up that for anything. Even the ones who fuck around the most are always talking about going home and who's there waiting for them."

"But according to him, he doesn't have anyone at home," Mike responded, "at least that's what he said." His tone sounded skeptical.

"And it may be the truth, but you were trying to take an independent guy who's used to being free and tie him down to a life where he'd feel a prisoner."

"I know what I did," he said in an almost moaning whisper. "I know I fucked up, but now I don't know what to do about it."

I couldn't believe it. That big, strong cop sat there like a child who had lost his favorite toy. I shook my head.

"Well, the first thing you do is tell the guy that you're sorry you made such a stupid suggestion," I offered. He managed a bit of a grin.

"And then tell him that if he wants you to, you'll move to Kansas City. Use your money to live on until you find a job. I mean, hell, they've got state police there too." He looked as if I'd just told him the secret of life. It was so simple, it hadn't occurred to him, he said. For my part, I wondered about the mental part of the state trooper test.

From then on, he hardly seemed like the same guy. His voice was cheerful and he smiled as he talked. I could tell he was thinking about the other guy, and since I was hungry anyway, I asked him to drive me back to the truck stop.

As we swung back into the parking lot and he drove up to the entrance, a tall, extremely good looking black guy walked out the door. He wore faded 501's which fit like paper, and had to be 6-foot-4 or so. He walked over toward the car just as I started to climb out. I don't think Mike had even seen him. I sure wasn't ready for what happened next.

"Stay away from my man, God dammit!" the guy said in a booming voice, and then came a right hook that just grazed my jaw but sent me flying. I landed on my butt three or four feet behind the car.

In a flash, Mike was out of the car and restraining the guy.

"God damn, Jim, what are you doing, for Christ sake?" he said as he held the big guy's arms behind him. He turned to me and asked if I was okay.

I really wasn't hurt, except my pride at ending up on my ass so unceremoniously, and said so.

Suddenly Jim and Mike were talking very loudly, and definitely not listening to one another. I stood up and shook the dust from the pants, a little embarrassed at the scene going on.

"Come on, guys," I said. The sound of a third voice got their attention and both stopped talking and looked at me. It took about five minutes to get the whole story straight, after which a very contrite Jim apologized profusely.

"I've been missing him so much, that when I saw him with another guy, something in me just snapped," he said, and then apologized again.

Soon we were all friends, and I figured it was time to leave them alone.

"I think this is where I leave," I started to say, but Mike stopped me.

"At least come and have dinner with us, to make it up to you." he said. Jim agreed but I had my own view.

"Look, if you guys have a brain between you, there's gonna be a big, happy make-up scene here," I said with a grin, "and that sort of thing embarrasses me."

I took my leave and headed into the coffee shop to get something to eat. The small crowd which had gathered just after Jim hit me had dispersed and I hoped to be able to eat my dinner in peace.

Except for a few comments as I walked in, and a polite but friendly query by the solicitous waitress, I got my wish. When I was through with dinner, I walked a little bit, thinking what an interesting but tiring day it had been. I couldn't get the story of Mike and Jim out of my head. I mean, it was obvious that the two of them had very deep feelings for one another, but they sure weren't communicating about what they were feeling or thinking.

It got me thinking again about the whole business of lovers, and I wondered whether I'd be smart enough to do the right thing if the time came. By the time I'd walked back to the truck stop, not surprisingly, I was ready for bed. But that wasn't yet to be.

I'd described my day of contrasting feelings and events in my diary. In a way it seemed to me that maybe the reason the 'trade' scene at the rest area had appealed to me was because I didn't want to meet those guys as people. I mean, or I think I mean, that I didn't want it to be any more personal than it was. Maybe I'd grown a little bit concerned about getting to like too many guys at one time. Or maybe this was all just bullshit and I'd only wanted to suck some cock?

I was just settling down to try to get some sleep when there was a hard rap on the window of the cab. It came again so I looked out and saw Mike and Jim there, Mike holding onto the hand grip as Jim stood on the ground below.

"Open up," Mike called, "we wanna talk to you."

I was rather sleepy but I unlocked first the driver's door and then the one on the passenger side. The two of them climbed in while I returned to the sleeper.

"Look, man," Jim said first, "I want you to know again how sorry I am for taking a pop at you. I really am."

I told him to forget it. At the same time, I could tell Mike was about to burst with excitement so I turned to face him.

"Jim and I made up," he said with a broad grin. "He understands now I wasn't trying to make him give up driving." Jim corroborated this with a smile.

I told them both how happy I was for them, but they just kept on relating all the things they'd talked about and how happy they were until frankly their exuberance was depressing. I really didn't mind when they left, and I made a second, much more upbeat entry in my diary afterwards. Maybe there was hope for all of us.

I talked to Tony later in the week but the prospect of getting together when I got my time off didn't sound very promising. He had work commitments, he said, and though he was trying to get out of them, he said he couldn't be sure for a while yet. At first I felt put out, then just frustrated, and finally somewhat resigned that maybe it wasn't to be.

In some ways I was looking forward to my first really long trip. I'd never been to California or the Southwest, so I'd be seeing something new. The next day I picked up the schedule from Dave, and then got out the map books and spent much of the day getting the trip all figured out.

The one somewhat disagreeable part of the trip was that for the drive out to San Diego, because of the need to push ahead time wise, I'd be driving with someone else. From there on, I'd be alone as the other guy would be driving back a new rig. I understood the reasons behind the doubling, what I didn't care for was that it appeared it would be Rudy driving with me.

How to describe Rudy? I mean, how to do it somewhat politely? He was an immense man, probably weighing close to 300 pounds, and built like a truck himself. In the looks department, even his friends would call him homely. But what bothered me most, I admit, was that he was crude and almost always combative. I'd steered clear of any dealings with him, but I couldn't help hearing the way he chewed out other guys, and his remarks about everyone from blacks to orientals, men or women, were enough to turn your stomach.

I was not happy at the prospect of all those days in the truck with him. I dreaded the idea of climbing into the sleeper after he'd been there, and having to listen to him for all my waking hours was very upsetting.

Rudy arrived before I finished up. He was certainly cheerful at the prospect of the trip.

"Best thing could happen to you," he called to me as he walked into the area where I was working with maps. "You'll learn more driving with me than you could with any of these Bozos." I just nodded, hoping he'd quiet down. Instead he walked nearer and glared at the map book over my shoulder.

"Let me see that when you're done," he said, his raucous voice booming, "I get to check it out, see. I wanna make sure we stop at some of the places I like best." He started to laugh loudly.

"We'll get that cherry of yours busted, buddy boy," he boomed, clapping me hard on the shoulder, "I know the best broads from coast to coast. Trust me."

The prospect was more than just alarming. It was frightening.

I finished the map while he drank two Cokes and ate three sandwiches. He had trouble with the Coke machine at first, and banged it with his fist so hard I thought the machine would fall apart.

Jean walked into the coffee room with the next schedule notice. She posted the schedule and then cleverly sidestepped Rudy's huge hand as he tried to pat her on the butt. At the door, she turned and gave him a look that would have killed most mortals.

Rudy heaved himself out of the chair he'd been overflowing and glared at the notice.

"Son of a fuckin' bitch," he roared, "they can't do that to me."

"What's the matter," another driver asked, just walking in the door. "Who's doing what to you now, Rudy."

"Shut up, motherfucker," Rudy roared, "I got that damn Mexico trip again. They know I hate dealing with all them Spicks." It was never quite clear just who 'they' were when Rudy talked, but it didn't seem to matter.

I jumped up and looked at the schedule. Sure enough, it wasn't Rudy who was going with me, it was 'little Tommy.'

I shouldn't call him that, but that's what everybody except Dave calls him. 'Little Tommy' is really a nice guy, and the thought of sharing the cab with him was so much more appealing than being with Rudy that it gave me a terrific high.

"God damn, that makes me mad," Rudy was still ranting and raving. He knew he really didn't have any complaint because Tommy had the same seniority he did, and it was still Dave's province to schedule trips as he saw fit. That didn't stop Rudy from cursing, however, he was always very careful not to say anything bad about the boss.

Traveling with Tommy had better potential to be fun in my book, and in fact, my feelings about the trip had changed considerably now. I smiled to myself as I drove home that day, and was in a much better mood.

Tony called on the appointed night and said he was trying to get some time off and hoped maybe we'd get together when I got my days off after the long trip. I liked the idea a lot and said so, leaving the planning in his hands. I got very excited thinking about seeing him again, and it helped the days to pass quickly.

I said before that 'little Tommy' wasn't really little, and that's true. He was about 5-foot-10, which isn't really short. The greater reason for the nickname is that he looks so incredibly young. Most people guess him at less than twenty-five, when in fact he's about five or six years older than that.

It doesn't help that he wears his brown hair in a kind of long, boyish style. He also has a young-looking face, with sparkling blue eyes, and neither a wrinkle nor a mark. The whole point is, if asked how to describe him, most people would say he was cute.

I reflected on this as I waited for him at the yard the morning we were to leave. I'd arrived early and had to wait for someone to open up, so I was leaning against the door as he parked his car and walked toward me, a bag slung over his shoulder. He was dressed in levis and a tee shirt and was sure a good looking man.

"Sorry I'm late," he said with a smile as he neared the door. I pointed out it was still early and said it didn't matter.

"I really need a cup of coffee before we go," he said. "I'll make a pot and fill a couple of thermoses for us."

As we sat in the coffee room, waiting for the coffee to brew, Tommy decided he'd clear the air on a few things before we went on.

"Look, we've never driven together before," he said, an earnest look on his face, "so let me tell you the way I do things and we'll try not to have any misunderstandings. If there's something you don't like, let me know. Spending all this time together, we can really get on each others' nerves if we're not honest."

I pointed out that I'd never driven with anyone else before and he nodded understandingly.

"It can be rough driving with another guy," he said, "but it doesn't have to be if you get things straight right off." I nodded but kept quiet.

"I play by the rules," he went on, "I drive my time, and you drive yours. I can't see any reason to fuck up a good thing by screwing around with the rules."

I agreed with his logic and said so.

"You need to stop while I'm driving, just say so. I'll do the same when you're at the wheel," he continued. "Other than that, we try to coordinate meal stops with fuel stops." It all made sense and I said so.

"Now, I'm sure no angel, and I like a bit of action when I can find it as much as the next guy, but I never make a special stop for it." I smiled at his openness, though of course it was vague enough to not reveal any secrets.

"But we can't be always waitin' around for each other, so if something happens, just don't waste a lot of time. Just get on with it."

"Or off," I commented. He stopped and looked at me as what I'd said registered, then he grinned and went on.

"Caught me there," he said. "Guess I'm not fully awake yet."

"Just one other thing, " he went on, "we're supposed to make one overnight stop on the trip to San Diego. Albuquerque's about the halfway point and besides that, I've got somebody there I'd like to get together with. If we can work it out, I'd like to spend the night there. I don't want you to feel like I'm dumpin' on you by forcing you to spend a dull night in a truck stop, so if you got a problem with that, say so now and we'll work out something else."

"No problem for me," I answered, feeling very good about how he was approaching things. "I've got no problem at all. It sounds fine to me."

The coffee was done by now and we drank a cup and then headed out to the truck. We flipped a coin and Tommy won, so I got the first shift. I really didn't mind, and since he fell asleep right after we hit the interstate, I figured he needed the sleep more than I did. It was a comfortable rig and I had to admit it felt good to get back on the road again.

We headed south at first, covering much the same route I'd driven on the return trip before this, and made good time all that first morning. Tommy slept for a couple of hours, then woke up and we started talking. During that first day, I guess we learned most of the general stuff about each other that guys talk about. I learned that snow-mobiling and golf were his occasional hobbies, that he was single and liked it that way, that he'd been driving a truck for about eight and half years, and that like me, he'd lived his whole life in our suburban town.

I told him about my school, about my time and travels in the military, and how glad I was that Dave Snyder had given me this chance to earn some money and fill in the time doing something kind of fun in the meantime.

"Dave's a really great guy," he said simply. He hinted that Dave had evidently once helped him out in some personal way and that he hadn't forgotten it.

We trucked on and by the time conversation was getting a little scarce, Tommy and I agreed on a music station on the radio and got quiet again. We drove and slept, stopping for meals and fuel as we needed, and were way ahead of schedule since neither of us asked for any unusual stops.

Midway through the second day, Tommy was driving and I was riding shot-gun when we passed a slow-moving car in the right lane. I glanced down and saw a long-haired head bobbing up and down in the driver's crotch.

"Oh boy," I said without thinking, "somebody's getting some hot head over here."

Tommy looked in the rear view mirror but of course he couldn't see anything.

"Man or woman," he asked very curiously.

"Gettin' or givin'?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Well I assume it's a man gettin' his dick sucked, right?" I nodded.

"Either a woman or a guy with long hair doing the work," I answered without thinking of Tommy's longish mane. He gave me a sharp look then chuckled.

"What difference does it make, come to think of it," he said, "he's still a lucky guy, gettin' the action I mean."

Shortly thereafter I dozed off sitting up and really slept soundly. I awoke with a start in the middle of a very nice dream which included Tony. I awoke up with a very stiff dick which was almost aching from its confinement. I couldn't help it. I simply had to rearrange things, but I mumbled a 'sorry' as I did so.

"A little uncomfortable, huh?" Tommy said quietly, his eyes fixed on the road. "Looks like you were dreaming about something pretty good. You were probably just wishing you were that guy in the car back there," he said. I felt my face flush and was embarrassed.

"Hey," he went on, sensing my discomfort, "it happens to everybody. Maybe you ought to climb up in the sleeper and take things in hand. Just keep it neat, huh."

"No need for that," I answered, trying to sound calm, "I'm okay."

The subject of sex now having risen its head, Tommy seemed to want to stay with it.

"I hear Rudy was gonna get you some pussy action," he said with a grin, "though just between you and me, I'd be wary of any chick who's in Rudy's stable." I agreed heartily, adding on my own view.

"Between us, I can't imagine anybody wanting anything to do with Rudy that way." We started to think of some preposterous things like big Rudy with the circus fat lady, or what his bulk might do to a skinny woman. It got a little raucous and crude, to tell the truth, and we were both laughing hard.

"Or imagine the poor cocksucker who get's his head stuck in a roll of fat," Tommy suggested, tears running down his face as he left.

We finally got calmed down and of course, in the process, my pride and joy went back to its normal size and condition. Now I could adjust myself to comfort again.

"Well that's one way to get rid of a stiff one," Tommy put in, never missing a trick.

"Yeah. It may not be the most fun way, but it worked," I answered. Tommy nodded, agreeing.

When we stopped to refuel and get some breakfast the next morning, we decided that a shower would be most welcome. We got our gear and headed into a small truck stop Tommy recommended.

"It's a little old fashioned to look at," he explained, "but it's clean, not too busy, and serves great food, especially breakfast."

I suppose it was the odd hours of sleeping off and on, but I felt ravenously hungry.

We stripped off our clothes and piled them on a bench in the small shower room. There were two shower heads so it was logical for both of us to shower at the same time. The years in the service had made me immune to self consciousness in such cases, and the idea of a hot shower was very appealing. I was the first to get undressed and was trying to get the shower adjusted when Tommy walked in.

"Be careful when I turn this one on," he warned, and I stepped back without looking to avoid the spray. Purely by accident, as I moved back, I managed to swing my hand right up against his genitals. It was an accident, and not hard enough to hurt him, but it sure surprised him.

"Careful, stud," Tommy said with a lilt in his voice, "you trying to ruin me?" I couldn't help but laugh.

"Was it good for you, too?" I asked, joking of course.

"No, but try it again later and we'll see," Tommy answered. I looked at him quickly but he was grinning broadly.

I don't care what anybody says, it's impossible not to look at another guy's body when you're standing naked and only six or eight feet apart. I resisted the temptation for awhile, facing the shower and soaping myself up good before I rinsed and turned around. Tommy let out a little gasping noise.

"Shit man, no wonder you were in pain when you got that boner. You're hung huge, man."

I mumbled something, then as I finished rinsing my hair and my face, I glanced across at Tommy.

"What the fuck are you jawing about," I said in surprise. His cock looked almost as long as mine and besides, his balls were very large. "You've got quite a weapon there yourself."

We kept sort of surreptitiously eyeing each other as we finished our shower and I tried to will my dick to stay soft. His dick was long but not too thick, but his nuts were about as big as I'd ever seen on a man.

I finished showering first and couldn't keep myself from glancing at him from time to time as I toweled off next door. He soaped and rinsed his cock and balls with extraordinary care and his dick was getting harder from his own attention if not from my admiring glances.

Once he started toweling off, I didn't get too many chances to see his meat again, until he dried his longish hair. That took awhile and he covered both face and head with his towel while he dried it. I got another good look at his cock and it sure looked fine.

I waited outside while he finished dressing then we headed in to breakfast. We kept off the subject of sex and our respective endowments all through a really good breakfast of eggs, country ham, hash browns and toast made from homemade bread. As we had a third cup of coffee I complimented him on the choice of places.

"Well," he said, sitting back with a cigarette while he finished his coffee, "I know lots of guys like the more modern ones, but this place has always been clean, the food's great, and I know I can count on it. That means a lot to me." I had to agree and would later reflect that it's precisely that which keeps a lot of the smaller truck stops in business. Truckers will even go out of their way for good food and clean, nice facilities.

We'd been driving for another half a day before the subject of sex came up again, and it happened in a most unfortunate way. We'd stopped for fuel and while Tommy was filling the tank, I walked around to check the tires. That's how it happened that the guy who approached him didn't see me. Combating the noise of the truck stop fueling area, he spoke very loudly.

"How you doin' Tommy, you ol' cocksucker?" the guy's voice boomed out in a heavy drawl, "I 'spect you're still peddlin' your hot ass from coast to coast, huh?"

I really didn't hear Tommy's response because he spoke so quietly, but I hesitated to make my presence known for the minute or so the guy stood there. After he'd walked away I waited another few moments yet before walking around the front of the cab.

"They're all looking good," I said, trying to pretend I'd heard nothing.

"Good," Tommy said shortly. While he finished filling the tank, I headed into the men's room and was just washing my hands as Tommy walked in. He seemed rather annoyed, so I told him I'd get a couple of Cokes and meet him outside, which I did.

It was Tommy's turn to drive, so I sat and listened to the radio for an hour and a half or so while Tommy stayed unusually quiet. Finally he turned the volume down on the radio and began to talk very quietly.

"I suppose you heard what that asshole back there said," he said, his voice just above that of a murmur. I started to say something but he held up his hand to gesture me to wait.

"It's true, I'm not gonna deny it," he said. "I prefer guys and always have." I couldn't think of anything to say so I kept quiet.

"But I can't stand guys like him who advertise themselves and make everyone else guilty by association." He sighed loudly then went on, evidently wanting to explain.

"I first met him years back. I admit I was a pretty crazy young fool in those days, and I was having a drinking problem on top of it. Between the boozing and being a great cock hound, I pretty much screwed up each and every job I had." I kept quiet, letting him go on at his own pace.

"That's why I owe Dave Snyder such a lot," he went on. "Not only did he give me another chance to work, but he also made sure I got help to kick the bottle. I probably wouldn't be alive today if it wasn't for him."

Again, I couldn't think of anything to say so I kept quiet.

"But what that clown said back there is true, and I want to make sure you don't worry about it." I started to say something but he stopped me as he went on.

"Look, I'm not gonna hit on you. I'd be lying if I said I don't find you pretty hot lookin', but that would just cause problems between us, and there's no sense in that." I could feel my body tensing as he spoke and he saw it too.

"Relax," he said, his eyes still locked in forward position. "I'm not gonna hurt you." I nodded, but was very surprised at what he said next.

"But if you want me to get you off anytime, you say the word."

That remark first ticked me off, but I could see he was going through a lot of anguish. Besides, I figured I owed it to him to ease his mind as quickly as I could.

"Look, Tommy," I said, trying to stay calm, "let's set a couple of things straight. First of all, I like guys too." His eyes flashed a quick glance at me, then quickly looked back at the road, keeping quiet to let me go on.

"But that doesn't mean something should happen between us just because we both prefer guys. If it turns out we want something to happen, it'll happen. But it's not gonna be because of anything some asshole says or you figuring you're supposed to service my needs just because of your own preferences. Right?"

He looked over and our eyes met. He nodded and smiled a wide boyish smile.

"You got it right, buddy," he said with a smile, paused and then went on, "but any gay guy who doesn't want you is a certifiable lunatic. You're about as fine as they come, and I don't just mean in the looks and cock departments." I flushed but kept quiet, and in the end, we'd said all that needed to be said.

We covered a lot of miles, sharing the driving time and sleeping off and on. We didn't talk that much because the other guy was usually sleeping, but every so often we'd both be awake for awhile, and got to know each other pretty well.

"So tell me, Joe," he asked at one point, "you got a lover?"

"Nope," I answered with a sort of sheepish grin, "I'm not sure I even understand that part of it." He looked at me quizzically so I went ahead and told him my relatively short history without going into details or naming names. He nodded along as I talked, but waited until I'd finished before he said anything.

"I guess it's pretty much normal to take a while to figure things out," he said, "and let's face it, at the beginning, everything feels so damn good you wonder why anyone would want to get tied up with just one guy. I mean, there are so many out there, why not just play the field?"

"I gather you don't think so?" I asked. He glanced my way with a smile.

"It isn't what I think, it's what I know for sure," he said directly. I asked why then waited while he framed his answer.

"Look, when you're with someone you really care about, just being with them becomes a major pleasure, and the sex is out of sight." He hesitated a moment, glancing over at me, and then smiled.

"It's pretty hard to explain, I'll say that," he said, "but you know how some guys turn you on in your head as well as your dick?" I couldn't help but laugh at the expression, but I had to admit I did know what he meant.

"Well, that's the difference," he said, now laughing too, "and when you feel it, you'll know what I'm talking about."

He actually said a lot that day which made a number of things clearer to me than they'd ever been before. I told him about meeting Greg and being so impressed with the idea of a guy making a 'home' just like straight people do. I told him about meeting Tony and how very special he had made me feel, not only at the time but even now when I talked to him or just thought about him.

"Now you're getting it," he said, "it's not just sex part that makes those guys special. It's other things that you feel and that you remember too."

I found much of what he said very thought provoking, and we talked very openly about a lot of things. My curiosity got the better of me, and I had to ask if he had a lover.

"Oh yes," he said with a happy smile, "for over four years now. It's wonderful." He didn't offer any more on that subject, and I felt much too shy to ask.

As we neared Albuquerque, I brazened it out and asked about the special person he was going to meet. Because he'd said he had a lover, I couldn't help but wonder about it.

"You think I've got a secret admirer or something?" he said with a big grin, then turned serious. Then he admitted that he was meeting his brother who he hadn't seen for a number of years.

"Duke and I had a big falling out when our Dad died," he explained, "and of course he wasn't too keen about having a fag for a brother either. We've made contact again of late, and this is a chance for us to get together and try being friends again." I was more embarrassed for having asked, and said so.

"No harm," he answered honestly, "but I am sorry about sticking you in a hick town like this. I'm afraid there's not much to do." I assured him that I wasn't bothered about it at all and that I intended just to get a good night's sleep in a bed.

We had made such good time that we got into Albuquerque by about three-thirty and didn't have to leave again until seven the next morning. We each got a sleeping room, and I chucked my things and took a nap. I rap on the door wakened me, but it was just Tommy telling me he was leaving and that he'd meet me in the coffee shop the next morning. A glance at my watch told me I'd slept for about an hour and a half.

I thought about just going back to bed, but decided that I wasn't really that sleepy. Lying there on the bed, I went over in my mind what Tommy had said about lovers and things. I didn't really understand completely what he'd meant, but then I thought about how much I liked Greg and how turned on I'd been since meeting Tony, and some of it began to make sense. Finally, I decided to quit worrying about it, so I walked down to the showers and took a long, steamy one. I didn't see anyone in the showers at all.

The short nap, the great shower and clean clothes made me feel a lot better. I realized that the day and night driving had thoroughly distorted my sense of time, and though the clock said it was dinner time, I wasn't hungry at all. I was thirsty though, so I inquired at the desk and learned there was a bar in the small restaurant just across the frontage road. It made for an easy decision.

I had a couple of beers in the bar and then had an unusually good dinner in the restaurant. It was almost like home cooking and after being on the road so much, it really tasted good. It's never fun to eat alone, but at least that night when I finished my meal I felt it hadn't been that bad.

I went for a walk after dinner, circling around the huge truck parking area. I didn't pay much attention to anyone, though I realized there were people in some of the truck cabs.

As I came around the last truck, I was surprised that the driver's door was standing open. Then I realized there was a guy sitting in the driver's seat but with his legs hanging out the door.

"How about helpin' me out with this here, boy?" the man said, startling me. He was probably about forty, but extremely lean and trim. His hair was almost black and very curly, and his eyes were dark too. He was dressed in a tee shirt and levis, the bulging crotch of which he was rubbing as he spoke.

"Whadda ya say? How about making this feel good for me?"

His words caught me off guard, but it wasn't that I didn't understand what he meant.

"I don't know," I said for lack of anything else coming into my head.

"Come on. It's hot and it sure won't take me long to pop?" The guy's voice had an anxious tone. He rubbed his crotch suggestively.

"Sorry," I said finally, "but I don't go for one-way action, man." I figured I should sound sure of myself at least.

"Come on, then," he said, "hop up in the sleeper and you can fuck me after you suck my rod a little."

There was something appealing about the guy. I mean he was good looking in an extremely masculine way, and nothing put me off about the big bulge he was stroking. I walked around to the passenger side and he quickly opened the door. Once I was inside, I helped him put up the canvas window cover and he switched on a light in the sleeper.

"I really need to get my nuts off," he said in a soft, sort of sexy voice. I reached to grope the bulge in his pants and found more than a handful.

"Well let's get our clothes off," I said, "no way we can fuck up here." He winced slightly and I figured he thought maybe he wouldn't have to put out to get his dick sucked. That annoyed me, to tell the truth, but I figured I'd just go ahead and see what happened. In a way, the fact that he might try to get out of it made me want to get off even more than I had in the first place.

We slid our pants down and he was first to move up into the sleeper. He was stretched out on his back when I started climbing up, and I got a good look at just how well he was built.

That long, lean body was as good an example of well-toned muscle as you're likely to see on a forty-year-old guy. Slim but well defined, his chest and arms bulged with muscles and his stomach was as flat as a board. His legs looked strong and muscular. Curly dark hair flowed from his chest down to his crotch, from which sprouted a thick, uncut cock which hung down in front of very heavy balls. The foreskin hid the head of his dick momentarily, but even soft, the guy's cock was good sized.

"You've got a big one, don't you," I murmured, then felt myself unconsciously lick my lips.

"It needs sucking bad, man," the guy answered, touching his dick lightly.

Just reacting to that, the head of the guy's dick pushed forward through the foreskin and was clearly visible as the shaft lengthened and thickened.

"Uh-huh," I kind of mumbled, eyeing the great looking dick as it grew and thick blue veins popped out up and down the long, thick shaft.

Moving forward, I hungrily gulped the guy's big dick into my mouth and started sucking it. It smelled and tasted wonderfully clean and fresh, and something about the way this scene was happening made it rather exciting. I moaned softly as the long, very thick organ filled my mouth and the sensitive head got uncovered as his foreskin slid back.

"Oh shit," the guy gasped, "that feels so fuckin' good."

For my part, I loved having the guy's thick rod in my mouth and as I raced up and down the shaft, poking my nose into the guy's thickly haired crotch, the head of his hot cock slipped down into my throat and I had it all.

Something told me that if I kept sucking him for very long that would be the end of it. It wasn't that I didn't trust the guy. I just had the feeling that unless I made a move now, he'd never make good on his part of the bargain.

I let his cock slip from my mouth.

"Don't stop, man," he moaned. "Come on, I need to get off bad."

"What about me?" I asked. "We had a deal, didn't we?"

The look on his face told me the idea didn't really appeal, and I quickly considered whether I really cared that much about getting off. It wasn't that I was so horny, but the guy did have me pretty turned on so I took a couple of more deep slides on his tasty dick to keep him interested, and then backed off again.

As I did, he cocked his knee and gave me a clear view of his hairy ass cleft. Something in my brain clicked, and I moved between his legs and began licking up and down his cleft and all around his asshole. He jumped suddenly, so I grabbed the cheeks of his ass and buried my face in his cleft, working my tongue against his sensitive skin.

"Oh shit," he cried, feeling himself rimmed for the first time, as I learned later, "That feels wild, man."

I kept at it and soon had him hotter than hell. He responded by writhing against me and the bed until his body actually started to tremble.

"Go ahead and fuck me, huh," he cried. "Fuck my ass and then finish sucking my dick, huh? I'm really hot to blow my load, man."

In response to my question, he dug out an almost new tube of KY from somewhere in the back of the sleeper and handed it to me. I quickly lubed my cock and added some to the saliva around his hole. I pushed my shorts down and my very stiff pole popped up to attention.

"Jesus Christ, you've got a fuckin' baseball bat there," he cried. "No way I can take that thing."

"Relax," I countered, then lifted his legs to my shoulders and was just positioning the head of my cock at his opening when he spoke in a whisper.

"Ram it in me. That's the easiest way to get goin'."

"You mean it?" I asked, pushing just the head into his very tight hole.

"Yeah." he answered, wincing at the entry. It puzzled me, but I figured it surely wasn't the first time and that he knew what worked for him.

Once I felt the head of my cock was well in him, I pulled back slightly then pushed about four inches more of my cock into his tight hole. His ass was extremely hot and as I drove my cock in, his pulsating sheath quivered against my stiff rod.

"Oh God it's so fuckin' big!" he cried, and a fiercely pained look crossed his face.

I stopped and would have pulled out, but he grabbed my hips to hold my cock inside him. I knew he was in pain, despite what he'd said, so I just waited, holding my cock steady in his ass for several minutes until I felt his body relax.

"It's okay now," he moaned. "Fuck me however you want. It's okay now."

I started stroking my cock in and out of his ass and as he continued to relax, was soon pistoning the full eight inches into him as I felt the heat of his ass surround my cock.

He didn't make any sound at all nor did he as I fucked deep into his body. His total lack of response really puzzled me. Then I noticed that his cock had softened totally. I glanced at his face but saw no sign of reaction. His eyes were closed tightly.

Suddenly I understood. He wasn't enjoying it at all. He was just lying there, getting fucked. He was getting nothing good from it, and he was completely uninvolved. Then, of course, I wasn't enjoying it all that much either because to me it's only fun if the other guy wants it too.

I considered just pulling out and forgetting the whole thing, but the wild sensations of his tight ass made me think instead about trying to change things to get a positive response.

I changed the depth and direction of my strokes, seeking ways to excite him. Stroking certain ways caused him to moan loudly, and suddenly he opened his eyes and stared at me as if through a haze. I kept fucking his ass in the ways to which he reacted positively, and I was glad when he reached for his cock and started stroking it. At least we were making progress.

Then his whole body motion changed. His face grew animated, and he seemed to start liking the way I was fucking him. He started moaning and groaning with every stroke. When I felt myself getting close, I slowed the pace in hopes of delaying my climax until he was closer himself.

He started shoving his ass back to meet my strokes, and it was like he was trying to pull more of my cock into his ass. I was really getting hot now. There was no doubt that he wanted my cock in him, massaging his prostate and sending pleasurable waves throughout his body. His moans told me that clearly enough but he never uttered a word.

I fucked faster and deeper into his ass to meet him, and suddenly I was at the brink.

"Oh God," I shouted, "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna shoot this load right up your ass, man! Take it! Take it all!" I plunged my cock in his ass to its deepest, and felt the volcanic eruption of my cock start deep in his ass.

"Mmm," he groaned loudly, and it was clear he was enjoying it too.

Suddenly, I felt his ass muscles spasming all around my cock wildly. I looked down at the guy's face and saw his eyes all glazed over, and then as I watched in amazement, his great cock erupted and shot all over his hairy chest and stomach. He hadn't said a word as I pumped my load into him. He didn't make a sound as his dick shot out his big wad.

When my eruption ended and my cock started to soften in his ass, he still hadn't made a sound. Finally, I made my cock throb in his ass and spoke to him.

"Hey, are you alive? Can you hear me?"

"Oh yeah, I'm alive, believe me," he moaned. "I feel more alive than I ever have before."

I started to slide my dick from his ass, but he grabbed my ass and pulled me back into him.

"My God, what you did in my ass. That felt so damn good."

"Good," I commented, "I hoped it would."

"No, you don't understand. It never felt good before. It always hurt like crazy, but with you it was great after the first couple of minutes."

"No reason to do it at all, if it doesn't feel good to you."

"But you fuckin' made me come! You made me come, man!. Oh shit," he said after several minutes. I knew how he felt so I just smiled.

Minutes passed before he let go of my ass, a gesture I took to mean that he was ready for me to pull out.

"Oh," he groaned as it left his ass sheath, "I can't fuckin' believe it."

We cleaned ourselves up in silence with wet wash clothes and towels, and I started to reach for my clothes then remembered.

"You still want me to suck your dick?" I asked, our eyes meeting for the first time in some minutes. "I will if you want me to. That was part of our deal."

"I don't know," he mumbled, "I'm still coming down from what happened, man, and I can't figure it out."

I stretched out next to him and relaxed until I hear his breathing return to normal. When I turned on my side, our eyes met again.

"I guess that's it, then," he said quietly, "I must be queer." I was startled and asked what he meant.

"Well, I always figured if I just got a blow job or let a guy fuck me, it didn't really mean I was queer. But then I pop my nuts getting fucked. That about clinches it, don't you think?"

"I don't think you can decide that on the basis of one incident. I mean, maybe I just found the right places inside that made it feel good," I answered.

"Feel good? It was more than that. It was fuckin' great. I've never felt anything as good as that before."

We talked a long time about the whole subject, during the course of which I learned his name was Nick.

From listening to him, I understood for the first time the turmoil some guys go through in finding their own sexual identity. He admitted openly that he preferred coming with a guy sucking his cock to having any kind of sex with a woman, but he still dreaded admitting that he really preferred making it with another guy. As I listened, he expressed every social objection he'd worried about and how much the whole subject questioned his very masculinity.

"I don't think masculinity has anything to do with it," I said, "and anybody who doesn't see you as masculine is just plain blind. Besides, I don't see any reason that I should be blamed if it happens that I prefer being with another guy."

At that remark, he smiled suddenly, and I realized just how good looking a guy he was.

"Oh fuck, why worry about it," he said finally. "It was a great feeling and I'm glad it happened." He paused a moment before going on.

"And what about the rest of it?" he asked. I didn't understand and said so.

In a flash he'd pushed me onto my back and crawled on top of me.

"I've always wondered what this would feel like," he murmured as he pressed his lips against mine and kissed me hard. It caught me by surprise but I recovered quickly and returned the favor. We kissed for several minutes before he raised his head again.

"Not bad at all," he murmured, "not at all. In fact, very nice."

From that moment on, he sure didn't act at all reticent. Not as we were kissing and not even later when he tasted my cock for the first time, repeatedly assuring me it was the first time he'd ever had a guy's cock in his mouth.

His lack of skill convinced me of his lack of cocksucking experience, but while he played at sucking mine, I was delighted to get his long, hot dick back down my throat. I tried not to hurry things, but as he grew more comfortable with my rod, he reacted by plunging his cock deep in my throat in almost perfect pace with my action.

"Oh God, this is great," he stopped sucking long enough to say, then quickly stuffed his mouth full of my dick again. We both kept at it and I began to feel the rumble in my balls as they readied another outpouring. He was getting close too. I could almost feel it from the way he moved.

"I'm getting close," he cried, "but I want you to come first."

I figured the best way was to take matters in hand which I did, stroking my cock as I slowly sucked on his delicious meat. I could feel him licking and nibbling on my balls and that sent me over the top.

"Uh-huh," I grunted, and was surprised when he pushed my hand away and took my dick back in his mouth. He'd obviously decided to go the whole way, and that got me hotter than hell.

In seconds, my dick was spouting another load and I'd just started firing when his cock erupted, flooding my mouth with hot, sticky nectar. We got to the finish line at the same time, and for a long while we kept at it like a couple of calves going after lunch.

I felt his mouth twitch as he swallowed and I followed suit, feeling his body sigh and heave as the waves crashed over us. Then with a huge shudder, it was done and we both fell back against the bed, amid loud sighs.

Minutes passed in silence, and I hesitated to speak before he did.

"Man, that was really something," he finally murmured, "really something."

"It was great," I offered, meaning it. His glance met mine and he smiled.

"It was okay for you?" he asked and despite my nodding, went on. "I mean I never did that before, and..."

"It was great," I repeated, and then a funny thought struck me.

"You can't say that any more from now on, can you?" I asked with a chuckle. For the first time, he grinned happily and laughed aloud.

"No, no more," he said, "but I'm not sorry about that. Not at all."

In the end we both went into the coffee shop and had a cold drink. He admitted he was still in some shock, but kept repeating that he was glad about everything that had happened. We parted amicably, and I wished him good luck. When all was said and done, it been fun for both of us, I think.

I recorded the incident and my feelings about it in my diary, noting that I guessed I was very lucky that my own 'coming out' didn't cause me the trauma that it does to some guys. I'll never know for sure whether Nick came out all the way or retreated back to his closet, but I had no remorse about my part in helping him at least get the door ajar.

When I related what had happened to Tommy the next morning as we headed back onto the road, he listened with obvious amusement, making only one comment.

"That's the trouble with you smart-ass young hunks," he said with a chuckle, "you're always adding to the competition by bringing these guys out."

When I protested that he probably didn't like 'trade' either, all he did was give me an amused grin.

He said his visit with his brother had gone well and we drove on in a relaxed, friendly atmosphere. And it's a good thing. Arizona and New Mexico may be lovely states if you're a golfer, a tourist or a diehard sun-lover, but for a truck driver, dealing with the glare of the sun off the sand and the intense outside heat, they're a pain. We each drove our allotted time and I was very glad when we got to California and started seeing more green again.

Neither of us mentioned sex as such, though it did seem to me that Tommy took a long time at one truck stop where we stopped for fuel and a restroom stop. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on my part.

I dropped Tommy off at the truck yard on the outskirts of San Diego a couple of hours ahead of schedule.

"You're a good partner, Joe," he said as he gathered his stuff and jumped down from the truck, "it's been a pleasure. I hope we can get to be good friends." We shook hands and I thanked him for what he'd said, really meaning it.

"And I'm proud of myself for keeping my hands to myself," he said with a big grin, "but you don't know just how tempting it's been."

"I just figured you weren't interested," I said honestly.

"If only you knew," he said, letting his voice trail off, and I could tell he wasn't going to say anything more. Instead, we both smiled and laughed, and I watched his sexy ass as he walked into the building before I headed back out onto the highway again.

I made my delivery in San Diego with no major problem. I'd heard a lot about all the California cities through the years, but I can assure you that driving a truck through anywhere is no way to see things. Sure, it may be beautiful, but not when you're trying to negotiate traffic in an eighteen-wheeler.

With an empty trailer, but feeling very horny perhaps as a result of being with Tommy, I pulled the truck into the lot of the San Diego Truck Center. Actually, Tony had told me about this motel/truck center which he said was convenient and a good place to stay. The place was huge, with at least ten or more repair bays and one of the biggest parking lots I'd ever seen. The motel seemed to be modern and looked nice, so I parked my rig and rented a room for the night. I figured I owed myself a good night's sleep in a real bed after the last several days, so I headed in to see about a room. To add to my pleasure, the guy at the desk was a real hunk.

He was a gorgeous Latino and his dark flashing eyes really turned me on. Come to think of it, just about everything about him turned me on. His broad face had excellent features and the small mustache he wore added to the strong look of his features.

He wasn't real tall but his body sure caught my attention. He was strongly built with broad shoulders and a very narrow waist. His ass was full and muscular and the bulge in his tight uniform pants was well defined. I took all this in while I waited my turn at the counter. I was last in line so I stood there alone when he got to me. The name tag on his uniform shirt said Emilio, but he spoke very good English as he greeted me. I couldn't fail to notice how his glance took me in very thoroughly but quickly. I explained that I wanted a room.

"The biggest bed you've got," I added, trying to sound clever as I added, "I really like to spread out when I sleep." He smiled again.

"Only got one size bed," he answered with a soft Texas twang, "but I'll give you the best room I've got."

"Thanks," I answered, "that's real friendly of you." He glanced up from his papers quickly and our eyes met again for just a second.

"You're a long way from home, huh?" Emilio asked calmly, still filling out forms from my license ID.

"Sure am," I answered, then went on in a low voice, "far from home and lonely."

"Well, you'll find this a pretty friendly place," he said very quietly. "There's lots of friendly people around here."

He made quick work of checking me in and handed me a room key without another word. I couldn't think of anything else to say that wasn't too obvious so I took the key, thanked him and headed up to the room.

It was a very nice room indeed. Not next to the ice machine or the elevator, and away from the side where the highway ran. I chucked my few belongings in the room and had a steaming hot shower. I couldn't get the handsome young Latin out of my head, especially while I was giving my cock and balls a very thorough and pleasant soaping. As I got dressed in my tightest 501's, I made sure that what I had to show was well displayed and decided to at least have another try at meeting him. If not him, I'd check into the rest of the guys at the stop.

As I walked down the stairs, Emilio was alone at the desk and there was no one else around. He looked up at me and smiled. I shivered slightly as I felt his gaze undressing me, and that did it. Now was the time to make my move.

"Thanks for the nice room," I said quietly, draping myself over the desk as well as I could to get a good look at him.

"Glad you like it," he answered with a great smile.

"Tell you what," I went on, "how about I buy you a beer when you get off work, just to say thanks. You get off pretty soon?"

"I get off in twenty-five minutes," Emilio answered, glancing up at the clock behind him, "but they don't sell beer in the truck stop." At first I thought he was saying no and felt stymied. He was smoother than I was, though, and after just a minute he went on.

"There's a bar a couple of miles down the road,," he said. "They don't have any truck parking but if you want you can ride with me."

That was heading in the right direction but another thought crossed my mind.

"I hate to leave my rig like that," I said, trying to sound serious, and let it sink in for a minute before going on.

"Hey, how about you go and pick up some beer and we'll have it in my room." Now was that obvious or what.

He gave me a long, appraising look which seemed to ask if I meant what he thought I meant. I gave him my best smile.

"Okay," he said, "I'll bring back the beer and have one with you, but I'll have to bring it in the back door. I can't walk upstairs through here." He asked what kind of beer I wanted, so I said whatever he liked best and started to reach for some money.

"You like Mexican or American beer?" he asked as I handed him a five dollar bill.

"I like both Mexican and American stuff," I answered, thinking I was clever, "how about you?" He didn't answer. He just smiled.

"See you later," he said finally and I smiled and nodded. I bought a paper in the concession shop and headed back upstairs, nodding and smiling to Emilio as I went.

I finished reading the paper and in my eagerness to see him it felt like an hour before there was a quiet knock at the door. I jumped up and opened it quickly.

"Sorry I took so long," Emilio said as he entered, "the beer didn't seem very cold so I got some ice and put it in a cooler I had in my van."

"Good," I said without thinking how it sounded, "that way it'll be good and cold for later."

He didn't answer but he pulled out two cans of beer, brushed the ice from them and handed me one. He sat down in the only chair in the room so I sat opposite him on the bed. I like all of what I saw, especially his haunting dark eyes, his easy smile showing perfect, even teeth and, I have to admit, a very well stuffed basket.

"This is real friendly of you," I said, trying to break the silence, "and thanks again for giving me the nice room."

"Sure," he answered with a smile, taking a first sip of his beer.

It was awkward, as it usually is in a case like that. The way he was looking at me had me convinced me that I was right about him, and I admit I was pretty much eating him up with my eyes too. We made a try at conversation but weren't getting very far. Then, just as he was finishing his beer, he stood and I was afraid he was going to leave.

"Don't leave," I said, trying not to sound like I was pleading, but he just smiled again.

"Okay," he said, "but I gotta get rid of some of this beer. It really goes right through me." He headed into the bathroom and even though he closed the door I could hear the gushing sound of him relieving himself. As he walked back into the room, I thought that bulge showing down the leg of his pants was getting bigger, and figured it was my chance.

"Damn," I said, trying to sound casual, "they sure make those uniforms tight, don't they?" I nodded in the direction of his bulging crotch and waited for a reply.

"Uh-huh," he said quietly as he walked toward me very slowly, "you wear your jeans pretty tight too."

"They are, aren't they," I agreed with a smile, stretching out my legs.

"What say we get more comfortable?" I asked, sounding more timid than I meant it.

"Uh-huh," he answered. Neither of us moved, and he was standing just a couple of feet from where I sat on the edge of the bed.

I stood up and looked him straight in the eyes. We were both sure now, but it was up to me to make something happen. That was the easy part as I leaned down and sought his full, soft lips with my own. Nothing more was said as our bodies were smashed together with not an inch of space between us.

Wow! Could that dude kiss. His soft lips gave way to my tongue and he quickly returned the favor and forced his deep toward my tonsils.

Holding him tightly, I let my hands wonder over his strong back and down the his well muscled ass. His butt was firm and tight and I felt him quiver slightly and moan almost silently as I grabbed his ass with both hands. Something told me I'd found Emilio's hot button.

I could feel his cock poking against my leg, and my own was hard as a rock and uncomfortably confined.

"Come on, man," I said finally, moving away from his sexy lips, "let's get out of these clothes."

I grabbed the buckle of his belt and quickly undid his pants, pushing hard on the zipper to slide it open. He was undressing me at the same time but I was quicker. I managed to get his shirt unbuttoned to expose his strong, hairless chest before I tackled getting his pants off.

"Beautiful," I mumbled as I ran my hands down the smooth skin of his chest. Pushing down his pants was accomplished most easily by crouching and I managed to drag his jockeys down with his pants.

"Oh yeah," he said softly as his cock, freed from confinement bounced up toward my face.

"Yes indeed," I countered as I faced his heavy equipment. His cock was long, thick and uncut. The large mushroom shaped head poked out from its covering foreskin and a large drop of pre-cum stood in the slit. It was beautiful and I wanted it bad!

My tongue tasted the smooth skin of his cock and I grabbed a handful of his balls as I quickly sucked the head into my mouth. He jumped and I knew then how sensitive the uncovered head must be. I tongued all over and around his meat, driving him crazy, before I took as much as I could of his huge cock into my mouth.

I couldn't take it all in that position and he was trying to pull me back up to a standing position. Instead I wrapped my arms around his hips and pulled up and back, so both of us ended up on the bed.

Face to face again, kissing him was the most right thing that ever happened. He felt warm and sexy and had me wildly excited. He was also very strong, as I found out when he pushed me over onto my back and practically ripped my knit shirt off over my head.

"My turn," he said as he moved between my legs and pulled my jeans down to my knees. I wasn't wearing shorts so nothing kept my eight-inch pride and joy from waving like a flag pole above my curly hairs.

"Wow," he moaned as his strong hands squeezed stroked my cock and balls, "your dick's huge, man."

"So is yours," I countered as I swung around and managed to get back to fondling his heavy balls and sucking his big, thick cock.

We made love for about forty minutes, and it was as intense and passionate as anything I'd ever known. We kissed each other. We played with and sucked each other's cocks, stopping only to finish stripping off our clothes, for the whole time, and the intensity of it makes me remember it as if in a kaleidoscope.

There was the wonderful moment when I finally succeeded in sliding all seven and a half inches of his wonderfully thick cock down into my throat. He groaned and his body shook as my lips touched the curly hair of his crotch and I make sure I held it there as long as I could.

There was another moment, in the middle of a long, languorous kiss, when my cock slipped between his legs and I felt his urgent reaction of pleasure as my shaft slid hard and wet up the crack of his ass.

As we reached a point of no return, we both were deep-throating the other's cock wildly, as our cocks throbbed from the intensity of it all. From some hidden inspiration, I quickly wet two fingers with spit. I shoved the first one into his exposed burning asshole and he jumped for a second then ground his ass back against my finger. I'd obviously found a hot button so I slid the second finger in to join its brother and that sent Emilio right over the edge.

With mighty force, he jammed his ass back against my fingers again then fucked all of his massive cock down my throat and his cock swelled even bigger as it started shooting. I moved back quickly to taste his steaming load as it sprayed and splashed against the inside of my mouth, tasting deliciously hot and creamy.

That in turn got me hotter than hell and it was only a matter of a few moments before I joined in the fireworks. He never stopped swallowing my cock as he siphoned me dry, nursing the last drops up to the head and licking them off with his tongue.

We both fell back against the bed, drenched with sweat. I kept both fingers up his searing hole as he moved back up and we kissed for many more minutes, not sated even then.

"Oh God, that was great," he said finally and our eyes met close up. His tender lips found mine again, effectively silencing my agreement for yet more minutes.

As we calmed down and our breathing returned to normal, I started to withdraw my fingers.

"Don't," he said, his eyes looking deep into mine, "I mean...I want you to fuck me...the right way, I mean."

"And I want to," I answered, smiling as I kissed the tip of his nose, "but I need to rest up a minute after that."

We both laughed and we finally got up from the bed to clean up a little and sit down with another cold beer.

"See," Emilio said as he savored his first gulp of beer, "that cooler was a good idea, huh?" I agreed without hesitation.

We talked and cuddled together sitting on the bed as we finished the six-pack, and until I felt things had to be said.

"Emilio, I've got to leave here tomorrow morning," I said finally, looking with frank pleading into his beautiful brown eyes. "and I hate that I have to. Please stay with me tonight." He didn't answer right away but sat tracing the hair on my forearm with his strong fingers.

"I very seldom do anything with the drivers who come through here because I hate one night stands so much," he said finally in a very quiet voice, and my heart sank at the thought of his leaving.

"But I want to be with you too," he went on finally, "so I'll stay."

We both showered and decided to go out to dinner. Emilio took me to a great Mexican restaurant where he seemed to know a lot of people. When I commented on it, his answer was the simplest possible.

"That's easy to explain. My family's owned this restaurant for forty years," he said. "They also own the truck stop." I was surprised and said so.

"That's why I'm working there," he added. "Someday I hope to take over running it. That reminds me, my uncle Pete happened to see your truck. He remembers a Dave Snyder who used to drive. Is he one of the owners?"

"He's the owner. Why?"

"I just asked," Emilio said, "my uncle said he was a great guy. It's unusual for him to remember any driver by name. That's why I remembered it."

We had a great time at dinner. He'd seemed bright and intelligent and once I knew the whole story, our conversation changed dramatically. I explained what I was doing and my plans to go back to school in the Fall and he was very encouraging.

"You did seem different from the other truck drivers," he said with a broad smile. I couldn't help but smile back.

We drove back to the truck stop and again, Emilio insisted on using the back stairs. I chided him a little about it once we got into the room.

"Look, gringo," he said affecting a heavy accent but grinning broadly, "you don't seem to mind that my family was Mexican but a lot of the guys do. I don't need that kind of trouble." It bothered me that I understood what he meant.

Alone together again seemed the most natural thing in the world and we were soon locked in a passionate embrace as our lips and tongues continued their mutual exploration. The sensations of our kissing went straight to my dick which quickly stood at full attention again. When I felt his long pole throb against my leg, I suggested that we shed our clothes again and this time we opened the bed and climbed between the sheets properly.

The warmth and velvety feel of his skin excited me wildly. I couldn't help exploring every inch of his body as we kissed again and again. When we stopped and opened our eyes, it was almost as if I could see his soul in the deep pools of his dark eyes.

And what I saw was heavy lust and desire. I knew just how he felt because I wanted him that much myself. I pulled him over on top of me and wrapped my arms around him, cupping his strong, muscular butt cheeks with my hands. His eyes never wavered from mine and when I snaked my fingers into the crack of his ass, his gaze widened even as he was nodding.

"Oh yes, I want you there," he whispered. "Take me that way."

The words of sex often move us to intensity, but the words of love move us to a tender passion which excites even more. As we kissed and slithered against each other, we silently moved in parallels until my legs were between his and his were nearly wrapped around my waist.

But we never moved away from touching lips and exploring tongues and the kissing enhanced all the other body contact. When finally he spat into his hand and reached down to wet my dick with his saliva we'd neared an almost fever pitch. The excitement was so great that as he guided my cock into position to enter him, I could feel my dick throbbing in anticipation.

"Oh God, I want you," he whispered fervently as he guided the head of my cock into his hot, tight opening. As the head went in, the heat of his insides were almost more than I could stand.

"Oh, it's so big," he moaned as a slight grimace crossed his face.

"Take it easy," I said, trying to sound calm even as my heart raced in my chest from the excitement of him.

I let him do it all. He moved back to take another inch of my cock and I held still as his body relaxed to accept it. Then another inch, and the searing heat of his insides scalded my cock with the most delicious sensations.

"Kiss me," he whispered, "kiss me, man."

"Oh yes," I answered as I pulled him toward me and our lips met again in a deep and sensuous encounter.

"Put it in me now," he whispered. Ignoring him for the moment, we kissed again, even deeper. Pushing forward only slightly, I felt him drawing my cock into him. In a flash of heat and tightness, the full length of my cock was inside him. The feeling was incredible as he held my dick completely inside his body.

"Hold me...don't move just yet," he cautioned, and I held perfectly still, caressing his back and arms tenderly. The silkiness of his skin made my blood boil, and I kissed him with more passion and desire than I'd ever known before. We stayed locked together like that for several minutes before either of us moved or said a word. Finally, Emilio spoke.

"I'm yours now," he whispered as his eyes looked deeply into mine and I saw again the lust and desire in his eyes.

For the first time, I pulled my dick back and stroked forward into the fiery furnace of his body. He moaned quietly, closing his eyes and shuddering as my dick drove past his prostate, a man's deepest and most sensitive part.

I watched him carefully but there was no look of discomfort on his face. Instead, a look of almost blissful peace was clear from his eyes and he smiled gently.

Slowly and carefully, I stroked my eight-inches into him, slowly growing surer of how to excite him even more. When I started to move him over on his back so I could position us for more active fucking, he whispered quietly to me.

"Don't hurry. Make it last as long as you can. Please. It feels so wonderful."

It wasn't an easy request to honor. From the moment my prong had reached full penetration, I'd been in danger of coming. Only my desire to make it last for him kept me from exploding right then and there.

Once we were in position with Emilio on his back, I found I had greater control. By slowing or altering the pace a little, I felt I could hold off for awhile. But in the meantime, I made sure everything I did was the way it would excite Emilio to the fullest.

We fucked, we stopped to kiss and cuddle, and then we fucked some more. As I picked up the pace again, Emilio looked at me and whispered again.

"Oh my!" he whispered, "I'm getting very close. You're gonna make me come! Fuck me so we both come." I smiled and nodded.

That's when I started fucking hot and fast. My cock was pistoning in and out of his ass at an incredible speed, with every stroke plunging to the the fullest depth, and Emilio was loving every moment.

"Oh yeah, make me yours," he whispered again. "Fuck me with that big cock!"

We raced on toward the brink. When my balls jerk up toward my body I knew that my eruption was near. I reached for his huge cock to stroke it in rhythm.

My cock had become a driving piston now and I rammed its full length up Emilio's ass repeatedly, burrowing as deeply as I could reach into his burning innards. Then with an overwhelming release, I came like a rocket. My cock jerked violently and, from the depth of my balls, pumped out the greatest ejaculation of my life.

"Oh my God," he shouted as my cock pumped its unending stream into the fiery tunnel of his ass. "That's the greatest! Fill me. Give it to me, man."

It seemed like my climax went on forever, but when he called that he was going to come too, I nearly panicked.

"Oh yes," he moaned then shouted, "Oh yes, now me! I'm gonna come too!"

I did the only thing I could think of. I pulled my dick slightly from his hole and bent double to try and get the head of his cock into my mouth.

"I'm coming for you," Emilio almost shouted and that's when I felt the first volley of his load hit deep in my mouth. His creamy load filled my mouth as I shoved my dick back into him as far as I could.

That made him moan, and he kept moaning as I sucked his long, thick cock for all I was worth. I gloried as his almost sweet, creamy load of man-juice coated every bit of my mouth and tongue. At first I couldn't bear to swallow it, wanting to savor its wonderful taste, then suddenly my mouth was filling to overflowing.

Losing even a drop seemed a worse fate, so I swallowed quickly but held on until the eruptions stopped, swilling his juice around in my mouth before I swallowed his delicious offering.

We both collapsed onto our sides again, my cock still firmly planted up his ass. We kissed passionately, our hearts pounded and my flesh tingled at Emilio's nearness. My whole body seemed to shudder at the intensity, and my mind raced as all the sensations raged through me. I was as near to heaven as I had any reason ever to hope to be.

It would be a mistake to say we got much sleep that night. We got up and took a long, lingering shower after a half hour or so, then went back to bed. Emilio got there first and lay with his long but now soft cock hanging down over his huge balls between his legs.

"You're one sexy guy," I said, standing at the foot of the bed and admiring his strong body. It excited me tremendously and I surprised him by crawling up between his legs and starting to suck his cock again.

I loved making it grow longer and harder as I sucked on it, and carefully resisted his tempting me to turn around. I wanted to suck his cock and nothing was going to stop me. When, after a quarter hour or so, he finally could hold back no longer, I siphoned yet another load of his delicious man cream down my gullet.

Only then, with him fully sated, did I climb back in bed to cuddle and make love to him again until sleep overtook us.

I slept that night as if drugged, and woke with Emilio lying spoon fashion in front of me. His head was cradled by my shoulder and I felt the smooth hardness of his body against mine. A quick glance at the clock told me I should be getting up but I couldn't bear to wake him.

When he woke up a few minutes later, we kissed and cuddled until our throbbing dicks demanded attention again. We made love, swallowing each other's rod with more reasoned passion, until we both came again, almost at the same time. I swallowed his delicious load deeply and he did the same with mine.

As we showered and dressed, it seemed that neither of us wished to say the words we knew were coming.

"I'll try to come back," I finally whispered quietly as I watched him comb his thick, dark hair, "but I don't know when."

He smiled, trying to look cheerful.

"I hope so," he said quietly, "I like the way you make me feel. It's good."

"I know what you mean," I said and I meant it. We kissed again and again, not wanting it to end. Being with him had been both exciting and satisfying.

To be continued in part 5.