Truck Stop Fill Up Nut Butter
It was late Fall. Vince and I were both out of school for the Thanks Giving Day holiday. We were both skinny kids. We usually didn't eat breakfast. We'd fix something quick like cereal, if, we had anything at all. We usually just ate lunch at school. Mom worked, and wouldn't be home for lunch. So, she fixed us something for breakfast. It was early, and I was still in bed. Mom set the french toast on our plates with the syrup on the table, and had my brother wake me. He was already dressed in blue jeans, and had a long sleve shirt on. I just got up out of bed in my pajamas. I sat at the dining room table with Vince.
There was a couple dollars and a hand written note on the table. "What's that for? I asked as I reached over and pulled the money to me. He reached over the table and pulled the money back. "Mom wants me to go to the store," he told me. He hesitated for a moment; then, pushed the money back. "You can keep the change if you go for me," he told me. I grabbed the money. "Don't forget the list," he told me. I reached over, grabbed the note, and crumpled the money all in my hand. I shoved everything into my pajama pocket; then, reached over the table and grabbed the corn syrup. I buried my french toast in it. Vince looked over at me. "Yer gonna be sick," he warned me. I just ignored him and poured more corn syrup on my toast, and ate every bit of it, syrup and all.
Both our parents were at work, and Vince had to watch me while our parents were gone. After we ate I stayed in my pajamas, and pulled a blanket into the living room to cover myself while I watched tv. It was around noon when Gary just walked into the living room with his winter coat on and a football in his hand. Most of the time Gary didn't even knock if he knew our parents weren't home. Gary lived down at the other end of the block from us. Vince and Gary had known each other since they began school together, and any courtesy had long been forgotten. Gary stood just in the door way to the hall, and tossed the football from hand to hand. I turned to see him standing there. "Hey runt," he called out as he looked over at me. I just gave him an ugly sneer. He raised the foot ball up in his hand and stepped forward with one foot. He darted the ball at me. I raised up on the couch and threw my hand out in front of me. Gary held the foot ball in his hand; then, quickly turned to his side, dropped his hand and tossed the ball to Vince. Vince reached his hands out and caught the ball easily.
Vince just sat there and smiled, but I didn't think it was funny. Gary was a big kid with attitude. He had short curly dark brown reddish hair. He was nearly the same age, and height as Vince, but a good ten, or so, pounds heavier even though he didn't look fat. I really didn't like Gary, and really didn't think he liked me. He was the youngest of five kids. I think his dad was a mechanic. All the older boys in his family knew how to work on cars, even Gary. His mom worked part time as a cook at my school. His parents were alot older than our parents. His oldest brother Harold had just graduated from highschool last year.
"Com'on lets throw some ball," Gary told Vince. Vince tossed the football back to Gary; then, raised up and pushed himself up out of the recliner. My brother tapped me on the shoulder as he passed by me. I looked up at him. "Don't forget to go to the store," he told me.
Gary handed Vince the ball as Vince walked by him. "I'll meet ya outside,....... gotta take a leak," he told Vince. Gary followed Vince out into the hall. I heard the bathroom door close, but wasn't sure about the back door. I threw the blanket off me, and got up off the couch. I snuck around, and looked into the hall. The bathroom door was closed, and the light was on. I looked around the corner into the kitchen. I didn't see anyone so I stepped over toward the bathroom door. I could already hear Gary pissing in the toilet as I peeked thru the hole in the door. I seen the stream of piss coming from the piss hole of his dick. His coat was open. He held his coat back with one hand on his waist, and held his fingers under the head of his dick with the thumb behind the crown of his dick head. He had a big dick head, and a fat cock even though his dick didn't look that long. It was more than a handfull from what I could see. Gary had his pants unfastened and opened with his underwear tucked up under his balls. Gary was only a few months younger than Vince. There wasn't a bit of hair around his dick. Not even a bit of fuzz. His nuts were close up and tight around the base of his dick, but were good size compared to my brother.
My little dick was tenting my underwear by time Gary finished pissing. He shook his dick. A few drops of piss flung from his piss hole. He let his dick loose from his hand. His dick dropped down over his balls, and was actually longer now than I thought. I watched as the bundle of folded skin behind the head of his dick unfolded, and rolled, over the head of his dick; then, quickly rolled completely over the head of his dick.
The skin hung well over the head of his dick when he grabbed the waist of his underwear beneath his balls. His fat dick raised up and the skin over the head of his dick slapped his belly as he pulled his underwear up around his waist. He zipped up and fastened his pants. Gary had skin on his dick like Vince and me. I stepped back, and ran into the living room. I Jumped onto the couch and threw the blanket over me.
I wasn't even sure where Vince and Gary had gone, but it wasn't long after they left my stomach began to cramp. I went to bathroom. I sat on the toilet with my pajama top on and my pajama bottoms pushed down around my ankles. I sat bent over with my head down between my knees for a long time before I heard a knock on the bathroom door. "You ok,... lil' buddy?" I heard Vince asked. "No,... my stomach hurts," I replied as I raised my head up. Vince pushed the bathroom door half way open and looked down at me. "You got the squirts?" he asked. "Nooooo,... I can't poop," I answered. "Uh ha,....... told ya. All that syrup, huh" he replied with a long pause as he seemingly stood there and thought about it. "Is it really bad?" he asked. "Yes!" I replied. "Hold on little guy,.... let me get something," he told me then walked away toward the kitchen. I pushed the bathroom door open for him. He came back. He looked back toward the kitchen before he stepped into the bathroom; then, closed the door behind him. "Stand up," he told me as he grabbed my arm and pulled me up. My little dick stood straight out over my little balls as I stood up with my pajama bottoms down around my ankles. He kind of laughed some under his breath when he seen my little dick which only embarassed me more.
"Turn round n spread yer butt cheeks," he told me. "Huh," I replied. "Jus' do it!" he told me. I hesitated for a moment before I turned around facing the toilet. He knelt on the bathroom floor with both knees. "Spread'em,....... spread yer cheeks," he told me. I reached back with both hands and spread my ass cheeks apart. I kind of leaned forward some, but couldn't hold my balance well. I fell forward, and put one hand on the toilet seat.
"That's ok,...... hold still," he told me as he grabbed the waist band of my pajama bottoms with one hand. I raised my foot and he pulled my pajama bottoms off from around my foot. I raised and kick my other foot from my pajama bottoms; then, spread my legs apart with just my pajama top on.
Vince raised his hand, and pulled my ass cheek open as I held my other ass cheek open for him. I felt something cold and slippery on my tight little butt hole. "Push like ya gotta poop," he told me. "I can't," I replied. "Yeah, ya can,........ now, do it!" he told me. I pushed some like I had to poop, and felt my tight ass ring push open as something cold slipped in with the tip of Vince's finger up in me.
"That hurt?" he asked. "Uhhhh,....... no," I replied as I relaxed my butt hole. He held his finger in me for a little bit before he slid a little more of his finger in me. I pushed like I had to poop when I felt his finger push in me; then, relaxed some. What ever it was in me didn't feel as cold now. Vince pulled his finger back some; then, pushed his finger in a little further this time. "How's that feel?" he asked. It felt good, but I wasn't certain how to reply. "Good," I told him. "Good,... huh," he answered as if though that wasn't the answer he expected. "You like that,... huh?" he asked. I didn't reply this time as he slid his finger out a little; then, all the way in me to the knuckle of his hand. I didn't move, or flinch, as he held his finger all the way in me. He moved his finger back some; then, in before he pulled his finger all the way out of me.
I looked down and could see Vince on his knees between my legs. I thought I could see the outline, and buldge, of his dick raised up over to the side in his jeans. He dropped his hands to the floor and was just about to push himself up when I took my hand off my ass cheek. He pushed himself up and stood behind me as I reached my hand up under me and touched my butt hole with my finger. My butt hole was slippery from something. I pushed my finger in and felt my tiny little butt ring give way as I slid my finger in. I raised my head up and looked back at Vince standing behind me. He looked over at me; then, back at my ass as he cupped his hand over the crotch of his pants. He grabbed, and pulled, the crotch of his pants as I pulled my finger back some; then, pushed in again. I could definately see the outline of his dick raised up and pushing out in his jeans.
He looked over at the hole in the door; then, back at my ass. He grabbed the waist of his pants, and pulled his pants open. The button on his jeans popped as his pants unzipped all in one move. I could see the outline of his dick raised up over to the side in his white underwear. His dick pushed the elastic band of his underwear out from his waist. He slid his fingers under the elastic band, and pushed his underwear up under his balls. His dick was arched straight up over his tight little balls. There was some fuzz around the base of his dick, but nothing that even looked like hair. Not even a few hairs. His balls looked a little bigger. Maybe the size of a ping pong ball, but were still raised up close to the shaft of his hard dick.
He grabbed the base of his dick with one hand, and my waist with the other. Even with his full hand wrapped around the shaft of his dick he had more than a good handfull of dick sticking out from his hand. He bent his knees some and pulled my ass up by my waist as he stepped up behind me. I slid my finger out of my butt hole and put both my hands on the ring of the toilet seat. I felt the head of his dick push up against my tight slippery little butt hole; then, quickly push my ass ring open. "Uhhhhh," I moaned as the head of his dick popped into my ass hole. "You ok?" he asked. I caught my breath. "Uh,.... yea," I replied as I nodded my head. He grabbed my waist with both hands and slowly pushed his dick up in me, stopped and pulled back some.
He took one hand from my ass, and smacked up under my ass cheek. "Get up on the seat," he told me with his dick up in me. I reached up, grabbed and dropped the seat cover down. I grabbed the back of the seat cover with both hands. I pulled my self up as I raised one knee up onto the toilet cover; then, the other. Vince pulled me up by my waist with my knees on the seat cover without pulling his dick from my butt hole.
He stepped up closer behind me as I put both my hands up on the toilet tank. "Oh yeahhhhhh,........ that's it," I heard him say as he slowly pushed the whole length of his dick into me. I could feel his warm body, and smooth skin, up against my ass cheeks. He pulled back some; then, pushed the whole length of his dick into me again. I could feel his dick head up in me with the thick hard shaft of his cock stretching my tight little butt hole open. He pulled his dick back again. "Push like ya gotta shit!" he told me. "Huh," I replied.
"Push!" he told me. It wasn't what he told me. It was the word he used. I had never heard him use a word like 'shit' before. I pushed my ass muscles out, and he plunged the length of his dick in me. I relaxed some. I could feel the head of his dick up in me, but I wanted to feel the shaft of his dick. I took one hand off the toilet tank, and reached back between my legs. When he pulled back some I touched my finger up around my butt hole and felt the shaft of his dick slide out of my tight little butt hole wrapped around his dick. He slowly pushed in some, but not the full length of his dick. I felt his little balls hit my hand as I rubbed my finger around the ring of my butt hole and up around the shaft of his dick. He pulled back with just the head of his dick inside me. I pushed my ass muscles open, and he pushed all the way into me. He knocked me forward. I had to put both hands on the toilet tank to hold me up. He pulled his hard dick back some; then, slammed the full length of his hard dick all the way in me. His body slapped up against my ass cheeks. He pulled back, and quickly slammed the full length of his hard dick into me again, and again, and again. He held his upper body still with his arms stretched out, and his hands held tight on my waist. He used his upper legs and his ass to slam the full length of his dick into me. He pulled back some; then, slammed his hard dick into me again, and again, in quick hard thrusts. He used my butt hole like he had used his hand as he furiously fucked me.
He slammed the full length of his dick in me. The head of his dick jabbed up in me, and hit up in me like there was no further it could go. He suddenly just stopped moving with a tight grip on my waist as he pulled me back onto him. My hands slipped from the toilet tank, and I had to hold onto the back of the toilet cover to keep from being pulled off the seat. He closed his eyes, and clenched his jaw as he threw his head back. His ass tensed, and I felt the base of his dick swell. "Uhhhhhhh!" he grunted loudly. His dick jerked up in me. His ass relaxed; then, quickly tensed again. The base of his dick swelled. "Uhhhh," he grunted but not nearly as loud. His dick jerked up in me again. His ass relaxed, and quickly tensed up again before he relaxed his grip on me. I felt his dick jerk up in me again, but not nearly as hard as before. He relaxed some, raised his head and opened his eyes. He unclenched his teeth, and took a deep breath. He dropped his hands from my waist and stepped back. His dick slipped out, raised up and slapped his belly. His pants had dropped around his knees, but his underwear were still tucked up under his balls. His dick still stuck straight up over his balls. His dick was wet with clear slime all the way down the shaft of his dick nearly to his balls. His balls, the head of his dick and the skin behind the head of his dick was a dark reddish pink.
"Uhhhhh,..... I gotta go,... I gotta go," I told Vince as I stretched one leg back and pushed my self off the toilet. I put one foot down on the floor; then, pulled my other leg back and stood. I pushed the toilet cover back up. As I turned back toward Vince to push myself up on the toilet seat I seen a reflection of light on someone's face in the hole. My mouth dropped open as I stopped and looked. The reflection of light quickly moved away from the hole, and all I seen was the dim light in the hall way from the living room windows thru the hole. I looked up at Vince. He didn't notice, and I didn't say anything.
I pushed myself back up on the toilet seat. Vince leaned forward some. He grabbed me up under my arms and pulled me up onto the toilet. His wet hard dick bounced up, and down, a little over his balls as he stood back up. I no sooner sat and my butt muslces pushed out without me even trying. I heard a wet fart, but that was it. I could feel my butt hole tingling. I spread my legs and reached my hand up under me. My finger slipped right in my butt hole. I pulled all the way out; then, pushed my finger all the way in. I could feel my butt hole was opened up; atleast, the size of my finger. I moved my finger up in me as I looked up at Vince.
He had already pulled his pants up to his waist. He reached up under the elastic band, and pulled his underwear up over his balls and dick. He let loose and snapped the elastic band around his waist. His dick was raised up over to the side in his underwear. His dick still pushed out, but didn't push the elastic band of his underwear out from his waist like it did. He grabbed the waist of his pants with both hands, fastened his pants; then, looked at me as he zipped up. I could see the outline of his dick raised up in his pants.
I looked down as I pulled my wet finger out, and could see my finger covered in clear slime. There was some white stuff floating in the water that looked like spit. It didnt look like much. It looked like a big hocker after you drink some milk.
"What's that?" I asked as I pointed my finger down into the toilet bowl. "Huhhh," he questioned as he leaned forward, and looked in the toilet bowl between my legs; then, sort of laughed. "Oh,...that's nut butter, buddy,.......sperm," he stated as a matter of fact as he cupped the crotch of his pants with his hand. "That comes from here," he told me as he grabbed, and shook, the crotch of his pants. I just looked up at him like I knew what he was saying.
"That oughta loosen ya up some,...... jus sit ther,.. n,... you'll be ok," he told me, but then leaned over toward me as he tensed his face. He put his hand on the back of my head and pointed his finger at me. "This is between us,........you hear me,...... just us,.....no one else, no one!" he told me in absolute terms. "Uhhh ha," I replied as I nodded my head. He pushed his finger hard between my brows as he held the back of my head with his hand. "No one!....you hear me,........no one!.... anyone finds out bout this they'll kick yer ass n mine," he stated as absolute fact. I didn't say anything as he pulled his finger back. He made it sound like something bad had just happened. What ever happened just happened. Maybe there was something he knew that I didn't, and it was best to keep quiet like a broken door knob. He dropped, and slid his hand from the back of my head to the side of my face; then, kissed my cheek in a way that mom had done many times, but this was a first for him.
Vince put his finger thru the hole and pulled the bathroom door open. He stepped out with the bathroom door still open and walked toward the kitchen. I got up off the toilet, grabbed my pajama bottoms off the floor, and put them on without even wiping my wet butt hole. I felt something in my pajama pocket. I reached in my pocket and pulled out the money and the list. I shoved the money and list back into my pocket, and went into the bedroom to change my clothes. I stepped over to the clothes closet by the back window.
I seen Gary facing the window with the football in his hand and he seen me. My brother was standing with his back to me right in front of Gary. Gary tossed the football from one hand to the other as he stared over at me before Vince turned around and seen me at the window.
Vince quickly turned back and grabbed the football from Gary's hand. Gary looked over at Vince and actually smiled as Vince took a long run out across the yard. Vince gave a long throw to Gary. It was a good throw with a nice spin. Gary caught the ball; then, without even a smile glanced over at me as he threw the football back to Vince. The ball flew over Vince's head. Vince tried to step back and catch it, but missed. The ball bounced behind Vince, and he turned to run after it.
Gary looked directly at me. His face tensed. He clenched his jaw as he grabbed the crotch of his pants with his hand, and pointed at me with the other hand. He pumped his ass forward at me a few times before he dropped his hands and turned back toward Vince. My brother picked up the ball, and turned around. I wasn't certian if Vince had seen him gesture to me, or not. Vince held the ball in his hand, and raised his other hand out toward Gary. "What the fuck u doin'," I heard Vince say under his breath, but loud enough even for me to hear. I heard some of the older boys use those words, but had never heard my brother say anything like that before he started junior high.
Gary bent his knees and crotched down with his legs spread apart. Gary tensed his face and clenched his jaw. He put both arms out with the palms of his hands up and gestured with his fingers.
"Com'on faggot!...... get it by me!" Gary shouted. Vince tensed his face as he shoved the football up under his arm. He dropped his other hand in a fist to the ground as he lowered himself down with a bent knee. He kicked his foot back into the grass. Vince pushed himself with a leap, and crossed his arm across his chest as he ran toward Gary. Gary took a straight line run toward Vince with his arms swinging out beside him. Not even a body length away Gary took a leap with his opened arms stretched out toward Vince. Vince took a quick step over to the side, and pushed off the other way. Gary's hand caught Vince by the waist, but Vince spun around as Gary landed belly first on the grass.
Vince stopped, looked back at Gary on the ground, and threw the football down to the ground. Vince threw his hands up in the air as Gary rolled over on his back and looked up at Vince. Vince grabbed the crotch of his pants with one hand and pointed his finger at Gary with the other. Vince leaned back some and pushed his crotch out at Gary. "Come n get this,.... faggot," my brother told him as he laughed. I laughed; then, reached over in the closet. I pulled my pants and shirt out of the closet to change which were actually my brother's old clothes that could fit me.