First time with Trucker family-friend

With high-school being just behind me and college plans being secured, the hot and boring summer of 2009 seemed to stretch on forever. Sure parties happened and I attended but there's only so much small town Pennsylvania can give you.

Being broad shouldered and pretty tall got me swept up into football early on. My love of the game was never strong but the friendship I found on that team carried through all of highschool. Inklings of feeling began to emerge though. I was afforded a great deal of confidence from that team but in the locker room I felt exposed. It was a game to hide the boners and lingering stares, one I never lost but it was stressful and confusing nonetheless.

Parking my Dad’s pick-up in the driveway, I saw the same house I’d been to many times. Hank and my Dad went to the same high-school but properly met in college. Ever since they’ve been close friends and when Hank moved back from South Carolina I got to know him by his frequent get-togethers at his home. Purchased beat-up, Hank had never had the time to renovate because of the demanding nature of his trucking job. Finally getting around to it, Hank hired me to be a helping hand in the many things in need of repair.

Hopping out and walking up to the front porch, Hank’s unloaded truck towered above in his driveway. Knocking on the door, a few seconds went by before Hank swung open the door. From another room, his roommate Felix popped his head out and waved to me.

“Wiiiiiiiiiilll!!” He bellowed. “Long time, no see huh? Ready to bust your ass for less than the contractors would accept?”

Rolling my eyes playfully, I say “It’s been two weeks Hank, I know you miss me but try to contain your excitement, it's embarrassing.”

Hank says “Your father will be hearing about how you’ve hurt my feelings so.” while walking past me and clutching his chest for effect.

Visible under his worn tank-top, his thick black back hair catches my attention.

Pivoting toward the porch, he gestured from one side of it to the other.

“For today’s task we’ll be ripping out all this rotting railing and start to strip and sand the floorboards.”

Looking at the totality of the work that needed to be done I realized this was going to be quite the undertaking. I brought out the tools and began to dismantle the railing piece by piece, pulling out nails and ripping boards apart. Even under the porch the sweltering summer heat took its toll, covering both of us in a layer of sweat. After working for a while we both went inside to get refreshments and something to eat. Walking to the kitchen, I found myself staring at Hank’s thick black forest of armpit hair as it dripped with sweat.

Felix, Hank, and I made each other laugh over our meal and drink. While Hank tells a story Felix has definitely heard before, my eyes drifted towards the forest of hair stuck to and flowing out of Hank’s sweat stained tank top and his round stomach.

Hank sees my where my eyes have rested and says “Boutta fall in love with me or something?” with a sly look.

Felix squeezes Hank from the side and exclaims “You stay away from him! He’s MINE!” in a stereo-typically gay voice. We all exchange a round of hearty laughter.

Heading back outside, we get back to work. Bending over to rip out another railing from the floor, the top of Hank’s ass was on full display. His back hair continued, covering his ass and crack with thick fur, all covered in sweat. “Sorry for the view.” Hank said with a chuckle, still facing down. Realizing I’d popped a half boner, I scurried through the door, shouting “Truly traumatized!” back at Hank. Inside, Felix caught me in the hall. Seeing my boner, he darted away as I did the same. Inside the hall bathroom I tried to calm myself down. When I was fully flaccid I washed my hands to make it sound like I was doing something in there.

Going out and past Hank I say over my shoulder that I need to go home. Hank walks over to me in my car and produces several bills for me as I leave.

Over several weeks Hank and I went from project to project, slowly transforming the exterior of the home. Over this time Hank and I began to become more comfortable around each other, personally and physically. Being so close to Hank for such an extended amount of time I found myself becoming attracted to his natural, manly scent. The musky, sweaty scent that emanated from his armpits and elsewhere seemed to fire off some sexual impulse I hadn’t known was there.

A telephone rang from inside. “Might be important, be right back”

Hank walked inside shirtless, leaving his sweaty t-shirt hanging on the side of the tool bucket. I looked around and grabbed it, and walked around the porch. Putting the shirt up to my nose I inhale and take in the musky, manly scents that pour in. I instantly sported a full hard on, I slipped my hand into my shorts and fondled myself as I sniffed deeper into the cloth.

“Shit man I gotta take this do you think y-” I yank my hand out of my shorts but Hank still sees my full boner with his shirt in my hand. “Uh” He stared at me for a moment before turning around and heading to his car and driving off. I hurry off and do the same, driving back home.

Going straight to my room, I played loud music and locked my door. Sitting at my desk, I pulled out Hank’s shirt and whipped out my cock. I closed my eyes and started vigorously jerking off, shirt to nose. The various images of Hank’s hairy body, in combination with the pure ecstasy of his scent sends me over the edge quickly, sending ropes of cum all over my desk and myself.

That night I dreamed of him and woke up with a wet spot in my pants.

The next week or so of work went along weirdly normal. Hank didn’t change his demeanor or bring up what happened at all. During the last day, when painting was all that was left to do, Hank brought out some beers for us to enjoy for all of our hard work. At the end of the work day we cleaned everything up and climbed inside of Hank’s truck to enjoy some sweet air-conditioning. Both drenched in sweat we just sat there and enjoyed the relief for a minute. Hank’s sweaty scent hit me in a wave as he took his tank top off to cool down.

“Uh…Will?” I open my eyes and look up, following his eyes I realize that in my wooziness I had grown a large tent in my shorts. I look back to him and my heart starts racing.

“Hey” Hank puts his hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay. This is perfectly normal. Do you… want to experiment a bit?”

“Y-yeah” I nod nervously.

“Do you want to touch me?” I nod. “Anywhere in particular?” I glance down to his shorts, which also have a bulge at this point. “Okay”

He takes my hand and guides it over to his crotch. He unzips his shorts and scoots them to his feet. Compared to mine, his cock is a little shorter but much thicker. “They didn’t call me Beer Can in college for nothing.” We both chuckled dryly. His dick was warm in my hand. I could feel each vein pulse with blood up to the tip. I pulled back his foreskin, circling around his head, picking up come pre-cum. I readjusted and began to jack him off. Seeing this, Hank reached over and pulled my dick from my shorts and started to do the same. Glancing between Hank’s gaze and his cock I did not last long, shooting jizz over the car. Seeing this, Hank gave in and came shortly after. Hank pulled out tissues and cleaned both of us up.

Stepping down from the truck, I waited for Hank. Walking around he immediately pulled me into a long kiss.

“We can experiment some more tomorrow if you want, Felix won’t mind.”

“I’d like that” I look into his eyes and then to the ground.

Felix ends up driving me home. When in my room I run through all the wildest fantasies about tomorrow in my head and cum all over myself.

~End of Part One~