A Long Ride Home

PART ONE

In 2002, at eighteen, I was three months out of high school and about to start my first college classes. At the beginning of summer, I had fallen into a job with a porn producer in Phoenix named Robert as his assistant. I would verify actors ages and identities, create pages for them on the company website, and even work on set with lighting and sound on occasion. While we worked in Phoenix, Palm Springs, Las Vegas, and the greater Los Angeles area, I was based in Phoenix for the low cost of living and education at the time.

At the beginning of an August weekend, Robert dropped me off at a gay resort to do some networking and see if they were interested in hosting a weekend-long shoot in exchange for free advertising. I had been talking with the owners online for weeks and they'd invited me over. On the drive over Robert confessed to basically whoring me out in exchange for the location. I was okay with the arrangement since they were two hot older guys, and I was a horny eighteen-year-old.

On Sunday night I called Robert to see what time he'd be retrieving me. He paused for a moment and said he'd decided to stay in Los Angeles a few more days but had arranged for me to be picked up by his friend, Dennis, who'd be arriving at about nine in a white truck. Robert was always doing shit like this to me, but since I was still saving up for a dependable car, I was at his mercy.

At nine o'clock, I stepped out of the resort gate and looked around for a white truck, but none had yet arrived. I sat on a parking block in a pair of short blue mesh sports shorts, a grey mesh tank top, and my grey and black Converse high-tops. The cement block still radiated the heat from the day, but it felt sort of therapeutic against my sore ass. The owners of the resort had made sure to show me how every different location within the resort could be used. There wasn't an inch of the outdoor areas I hadn't been fucked in by them or select guests they loaned me out to.

Ten minutes passed and I had gotten up off my perch to go back inside and call Robert, when a gleaming white semi hauling a load of steel pipe pulled up bathing the street in an amber glow from its marker lights. The driver parked in the center turning lane, turned on his blinkers, and hopped out, making his way over to me. He held out his hand, "Hi, I'm Dennis, Robert said you needed a ride."

Dennis was not typical of Robert's friends, who generally consisted of vapid twinks with little ambition outside of taking loads and collecting cash. In front of me stood a late-forties black man standing at 5'10" with big hairy arms and legs, full facial hair, a slight paunch above his waist, and a definite bulge below his waist. Half of me saw him and didn't care what the back story was, but the other half was dying of curiosity. "So, how do you know Robert?"

"I met him at a casino outside L.A. and he needed some cash for a poker tournament. Unfortunately, he was about $250 short, which is where you come in."

"Excuse me?" I mean, sure I had just spent two days and nights being a whore for a location site, but those men I had built a relationship with beforehand. This was a stranger! Robert had pimped me out for $250 to a complete stranger!

"You can say 'no' and I can get it out of him some other time." He paused as a veil of evil fell over his pretty smile. "Of course, that means, you'll have to find your own way back to Phoenix."

I thought for a moment. I had just enough money in the bank to pay for school, books, rent, and canned soup for the week. The car money I had just given to my grandmother to hold on to so I couldn't touch it and I really didn't want to have to explain to her why I needed $100 to get my very sore ass home from Palm Springs. She knew I was gay, but she had no idea about my current career or the little extras I did for my employer. I looked at Dennis's big bulge and felt my dick move under my shorts. "Fine, let's go."

We walked over to the truck, and I started around to the passenger side when he stopped me suddenly, "Where you going? The other side's locked, just climb up this side."

As I climbed into the cab, he slipped a warm rough hand under my shorts and pretended to be helping me in. My dick got hard instantly. Inside the cab were dials and gauges relating a bevy of information I had no reference for emitting a soft glow of yellow light. The cab smelled of cigarettes, air freshener, and Armor All, which he'd clearly recently used on every vinyl surface. Everything was very neat inside. I sat on the passenger seat and looked out over the long white hood with my backpack in my lap.

The cab shook slightly as Dennis climbed in. He looked over and saw the look of nervousness on my face. "Fuck, I figured you'd be a lot more at ease with this, after all, you do work in the porn industry. Here, hand me your bag, I'll put it under the bunk for you."

"The porn industry isn't the same as being pimped out to a stranger," I explained handing him over the bag.

He got in the seat, looked over at the resort and then back at me, "Robert said you'd been fucking some clients all weekend for him."

I rolled my eyes. It's not like the statement wasn't true, but it landed different from Dennis. "Are we going or what?"

"Take off your clothes first."

"What?"

"You heard me bitch, get them duds off."

"Fine." I stripped down to nothing, leaving a pile of clothes on the floor of the cab and sat back in the seat. I figured at least a hundred men had seen my naked ass over the weekend, what was one more?

Dennis gathered up my clothes and then, much to my astonishment, got out of the truck. Before I could register what was happening, I heard the side box under the cab open and close and then felt the movement of the cab as he climbed back in. "There, now you ain't goin' nowhere on me."

He put the truck in gear, made the next left, and after fifteen minutes, we were speeding down the freeway accompanied by music I'd never heard before and the constant chatter on the CB.

As we started to climb over Chiriaco Summit, we were slowed down by a tanker truck taking its time in the slow lane. Dennis's voice leapt out from the dark and scared the shit out of me, "So, what did you do this weekend?"

Once I regained my composure and put my heart back in my chest, "I just talked to the owners of that resort about doing a shoot there. They took me around Palm Springs and introduced me to some guys interested in getting into the business. I took their information and did the age verification process with them."

"So, no fucking?"

"Oh, there was plenty of that. The owners and I had fun Friday night into Saturday morning. Saturday one of the guys interested in doing porn and I put on a show for the resort owners. It was kind of hot being watched. Saturday night was naked bingo, and I pulled the balls. Hooked up with a few older guys from that. I spent most of today in this maze they have, just having fun with the guys who came in on day passes."

"Damn," he said with a little look of surprise.

"How about you? Any fucking today?"

"Nah, I picked up this steel on Friday and spent the weekend with my mom. She's getting up there in years. Gets kind of confused."

My cold little whore heart completely melted for this man. I was fine with fucking him to pay off Robert's debt. This hot black man deserved some fun.

"That's sweet of you."

"Yeah, my sister usually takes care of her, but she took a weekend off. Can't really begrudge her that."

I turned towards him and reset my back against the door, pulling one of my feet up onto the seat and exposing my crotch to him. He responded by turning on a blue light to get a better view. "Nice. You shave?"

"No. I'm pretty much hairless." I got up and stood next to him (finally, an advantage to being only 5'4"). I pulled on the wisps of blonde hair growing around my cock and balls that blended into my light skin. "All I have is this little bit of hair."

Dennis reached around and cupped my ass with his giant hand. He gave me a little pat and then said, "Better sit back down, don't need CHP pulling me over with you standing in the cab."

I sat back down in the passenger seat with my back against the door, both my feet on the seat, and my arms hugging my knees to my chest.

He continued to ask me all about being in the porn industry, my life, what I wanted to do in the future. Despite me sitting naked with my crotch facing him, he kept the questions to the 'dad' variety. Eventually we passed over the summit and picked up speed. Soon the familiar lights of Blythe were in front of us with its giant truck stop signs drowning out the moon and the stars. I heard his blinker come on and saw him down shifting as we slowed down to exit the freeway. He turned left and soon pulled into an empty dirt field where other truckers had stopped for the night.

Dennis set the brakes and got out of his seat. "Come on," he said as he headed into the sleeper and turned on another blue light overhead.

I followed him and watched as he undressed in the blue light that accentuated the darkness of his body and set off the difference between his body hair and the glow of his skin. I looked down in amazement as his cock. I don't think all the cock I'd taken all weekend would have added up to this one. His balls were furry and tight against his body while his enormous uncut cock swayed and bobbed with his movements, the loose foreskin quivering as it hung off the end. He laid down in bed, "Let me see that ass again."

I turned my back to him and did my best impression of a stripper, pulling my ass apart and running my fingers down my bare boy crack. First, I felt his hands on my hips and then I was flying through the air like a ragdoll until I was sitting on his facial hair with his fat tongue exploring me. His baritone moan and my alto moan intertwined near the padded ceiling of the sleeper.

I looked down, fully expecting to see a thick black cock resting against its owner’s hairy belly, but instead it was standing and larger than it had been moments before and no longer possessing any loose foreskin. He ate my ass for a while before stopping and saying, "Better get that dick wet bitch, I ain't got no lube with me and you're gonna need all the help you can get getting that dick in you."

I bent over and started slobbering all over Dennis's immense cock. Occasionally he'd thrust up a little and make me gag on it like a bitch. After a while he asked, "What's that clock say over in that cubby?"

"Ten-thirty," I answered.

"Fuck, we got to get to Ehrenberg by midnight." With that announcement he picked up all ninety pounds of me a set my hole on the head of his dick. I put my feet down on the mattress to steady myself and tried to do the same with my hands, but Dennis kept me in a seated position and slowly let gravity impale me onto his cock. I screamed and cried as I grabbed for the walls to try and slow the progression, but he had a tight hold on my hips as he stretched me wider than anybody ever had. His cock felt like it was splitting me in two. No matter how I complained, he continued to slowly pull me all the way down onto him until I could feel his hot hairy body against my smooth ass and could see the protrusion in my lower abdomen created by his rock-hard cock.

I'd taken a lot of big cocks in my fairly short sex life, but this was the first time I ever saw a cock make my stomach poke out. I whimpered and cried as I got used to him in me. "Fuck yeah, I like hearing the boys cry with my cock in them. Need to get those reparations out you white bitches somehow. White tears are the next best thing to a check in my book."

Soon he was bouncing me up and down on his cock like a masturbation sleeve while I continued to whimper and cry out from the pain. It took a good five minutes for his precum and his foreskin to start working in unison to ease my pain. I'm not sure when it happened, but at some point, the pain subsided and I realized I was no longer being pumped on Dennis's cock, but rather I was riding it, and it felt wonderful. Uncontrollably, a moan of happiness left my throat, and I heard Dennis give emit a little laugh.

"Don't know which is better, you white bitches crying cause of all this dick or you white bitches moaning cause of all this dick. Spin around and face me, but don't come off me."

Slowly I turned around and faced him. His smile glowed in the blue light of the cab as I continued to squeeze my ass along the length of his cock. He reached up and grabbed my pencil eraser shaped nipples and twisted until I cried out again. To my surprise, and I think a little to his, my hole grabbed ahold of him and made his eyes widen and his mouth gape with desire.

"Faster bitch. I want to cum."

I placed my knees onto the mattress and rode him with all my might while he tortured and tenderized my nipples with his calloused fingers.

"Fuck yeah, work that big black dick with your fucking little hole."

I could feel his cock getting wetter in me as his cock released more and more precum.

"Fuck yeah bitch, don't fucking stop. Keep pounding my meat in you."

His smile in the blue glow changed to a grimace as he clenched his teeth and flooded me with his cum. Spurt after spurt filled my hole and made his cock extra slippery. Soon the sensation of movement became too much for him and he grasped my hips firmly and pinned me to his pelvis. I could still feel his cock vibrating inside me.

I looked down and continued to marvel at the little lump he created in my abdomen. A look of shock must have come over my face when I notice my own cock. I hadn't really paid much attention to it this whole time and assumed I'd be hard as a rock, but that was not the case. My five inches was nowhere to be seen, just a little flaccid nub and tight little balls resembling a walnut. Dennis saw my concern.

"See, even your little white dick knows you're a bitch now." He reached up into a cubby and pulled out something shiny and metal. I felt the cold steel slide around the base of my tiny balls and then my cock was inserted into something cold and steely. When he was done, he held up his handywork for me to see. Where the primary indication of my sex had once been now was a set of balls and a metal disc that seemed to be inverting my cock, making it disappear. "There, that's better. You won't be needing that little dick with me anyway."

"What if I have to pee?" Something I kind of needed to do at the moment.

"There's a little hole for you to piss through. You're just gonna have to sit down like the little bitch you are now."

"What if I get hard?"

"You can't. And don't worry, that don't mean you can't orgasm, you're just gonna orgasm from your ass instead of your dick now."

Dennis lifted me off of him and grabbed a crusty towel to wipe himself off, then he threw the mess to me. "Get yourself cleaned off." He stood up and stretched his body while watching me. When he was satisfied I wasn't going to leave cum everywhere, he snapped his fingers and pointed to a spot at his feet. "Get on your knees, I need to piss."

I had always wanted to try watersports, so I got on my knees and slipped the head of his cock into my mouth. Hot liquid filled my mouth as the smell of coffee filled my head. I swallowed gulp after gulp of his piss until he was finished and shot a few shorts spurts into the back of my throat.

"Good boy."

"Um...where do I pee?"

Dennis opened the driver's door. "Climb on down and piss next to the truck. Don't forget to squat and piss like a little bitch now." He threw me a pair of well-worn flip flops and a thin brown paper napkin.

I climbed down the side of the truck in the chilly desert air. Around me the sound of engines and the smell of diesel filled the night. I squatted and let my bladder go. Of course, in this position, my stretched-out hole couldn't hold its contents and soon the pool of piss met the pool of cum from my ass. Dennis climbed down and laughed at me squatting in the open while he retrieved something from the side box. I wiped my ass, dabbed the little hole where my dick used to be, and climbed back into the cab.

Dennis handed me my shorts and shoes. "Here, these should do you for Ehrenberg."

He sat in the seat, released his brakes, and the truck lurched forward out of the dirt lot. Even with my cock inverted in this contraption, I was still horny for more cock. My hole felt so empty after Dennis's baby arm of a dick. "You stop in Ehrenberg because the fuel is cheaper," I asked trying to make polite conversation.

"Yeah, always a lot cheaper in Arizona."

"So was my ass worth the $250 Robert owes you?"

He looked at me kind of quizzical. "Aw baby, you got it all wrong. That, back there, that was just for the ride. When we get to Ehrenberg, you'll earn that $250 for me."

"What are you talking about?"

"I ain't ya momma, I'm not driving your dumb ass around for free. There's five guys waiting to pay $50 a pop for you."

"I'm not a hooker."

"Really, 'cause you just traded that little ass for what would probably have been a thirty-dollar bus ticket. Fuck, at fifty a dick, you're already getting a raise."

I sat back in the seat and stared at the front of the truck eating up the dotted center line. There weren't a lot of options for me. Even if I decided to leave him at Ehrenberg, what was I going to do? I'd still need a ride to Phoenix, and I didn't have the wherewithal to be my own pimp. My sore ass made itself known as if it were telling me it wanted more. Suddenly I knew how Seymour in Little Shop of Horrors felt.

I could feel Dennis's stare boring into the side of my head. "You onboard?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Maybe you'll like it. I know the first guy is only gonna want oral anyway. The only one that might be a bit rough with you is Billy. He's a big hairy son of a bitch." He saw me readjust myself to fix my dick trying to get hard in its restraint. "Something tells me you might like him the best. I'll make sure he's your last one. I got Jim, Doug, Jose, Pat, and Billy lined up. You want me to keep my ears open for anyone else?"

"Do you do this a lot with guys?"

"No, usually there's a few women that like me to take care of them. I don't fuck em, just make the arrangements and keep them safe."

"How much do they pay you for the ride?"

"I take thirty percent of their night and usually they stay with me for a turnaround to L.A."

"Yeah, I think I'll just do the one way."

Dennis laughed at my deadpan delivery. "So, you want me to keep my ears open."

"Nah, six dicks in a night should be enough for me. Get some sleep while I'm working." I gave him a little wink.

"That's a good boy!"

A short while later the truck tilted and swayed into the truck stop lot and Dennis backed into a spot in the back row. He pulled out his flip phone and dialed a number. "Hey Jim, you ready?" I could hear Jim's gravelly voice on the other end, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. My heart was beating hard in my chest at what I was about to do. "Cool, cool. You still in that yellow freight shaker? I'll send him right over."

Dennis pointed to a yellow truck in the row facing us, "Jim's waiting for you in that yellow truck pulling the tanker. By the way, you'll be his first blowjob from a guy."

"What?"

"Yeah, he was hoping I had one of my girls with me, but he's said he'd try a blowjob from a guy. Apparently, he's heard that they're better at it. So, don't disappoint him."

"Alrighty. Anything else I need to know?"

"Get the fifty up front. No fifty, no sex. Understand?"

"Yep. See you in a bit I guess."

I climbed down out of the truck and the cool night air made my nipples as hard as rocks and goosebumps formed over my whole body. I approached the passenger side of the truck and knocked on the door. Jim popped it open, "Come on up!"

His voice was raspy but happy. Cigarettes fought off the freshness of the night air and I entered his cloudy cab. I shut the door behind me, and he turned on a bright overhead light.

Jim wasn't much taller than I was and probably not much heavier. The thought ran through my mind we were going to clank together like skeletons. He had long hair in a ponytail with a yellow bandana around his head, long grey facial hair that moved his sparse chest hair when he talked. Tattoos covered the majority of his chest and arms, although none were particularly sharp.

"Hi, I'm Johnny." I held out my hand for him to shake.

"I'm Jim." He grabbed a fifty-dollar bill from his pocket and put it in my hand as he shook it.

"So, I hear this is your first time having a guy suck you off."

"Yep, yep. Although you look kind of girly with that little smooth body. How about you get naked for me?"

I slipped off my shorts and shoes and stood on carpet I was sure I'd catch something from.

He flicked the little chrome disc holding my cock at a negative length. "What up with that?"

"Dennis said it would make sure I concentrated on your cock better."

Jim bounced his ass up briefly and slipped his jeans down to his ankles. "Let's see what you got."

I slipped the fifty inside my shoe, got on my knees, and started tonguing Jim's cock. His thighs were hairy and skinny, and his cock and balls were dark. Nothing was particularly big to start, but his cut cock grew to a nice seven inches with an upward curve. I inserted him until my nose was buried in his piss scented pubes and my chin pressed on his balls. I worked his cock and pulled on his balls, sometimes switching to sucking on his balls and stroking his cock. The whole time he moaned and manipulated my head with his hand.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum so quick."

"You want me to pause for a moment?"

"That fifty cover anal?"

I smiled and cocked an eyebrow, "Sure, we'll call it a special for first timers." I stood up and his hand cupped my ass. "You want me facing you or reverse cowgirl?"

"Don't you mean cowboy?"

"Do you see a dick on me?"

He gave me a shit-eating grin and fell back onto the bunk. "Whatever you want baby."

I climbed up on him so I could see his face, took his incredibly hard cock in my hand, and guided it into my ass. The spit from my blowjob mixed with Dennis's cum and in no time I had a good rhythm going. Jim didn't say much, just moans of 'oh God' over and over as I rode him. In mere minutes Jim sat up, hugged me with his head against my chest, and unloaded inside me. His cock pulsed so many times in me and his grip on me meant I felt every shudder of his orgasm. Once he finished, he fell back on the bunk, and caught his breath.

"Fuck, that was awesome!"

"Can I clean off your cock for you?"

"Fuck yeah."

I slid off of him and back down to my knees, lapping up all his salty cum off his shaft and the little crevices of his scrotum. When I was done, I rolled one wayward bead of cum out the head of his softening cock and licked it off. "Anything else I can do for you?"

"Nah, that was amazing. Thank you."

I slipped on my shorts and shoes, kneeled on the bed, pressed my body into him, and kissed him on the forehead, "Have a good night baby."

As I exited the cab all I heard was Jim repeating 'thank you' over and over. I felt different as I walked back to Dennis's truck. I had made a guy cum in thirty minutes and collected fifty bucks for the pleasure. Something about that made me feel oddly powerful. Was I becoming a hooker?