The question if Timmy’s mom called my parents was answered as soon as I pulled into our driveway. My father was standing on the front porch next to what looked like all of my clothes and my few possessions. He was yelling as I put my truck in park and opened the door.
“I will not have a queer living under my roof; you have ten minutes to load your shit before I call the cops to report you for trespassing.”
He stormed back into the house as I quickly loaded all my things in my truck. The tears began to flow as I pulled out onto the street, and I looked back at our house one last time. I saw my mom looking out the kitchen window as I drove away.
As I got to the end of the block, it suddenly dawned on me that I had no place to go. I knew I couldn’t go back to Timmy’s, I’m sure his mom would never let me back into their house. I really hope he is okay. I drove around for half an hour trying to figure out what to do and where to go. I finally got to the edge of town and saw the 24-hour truck stop. I decided to pull in and park, I’m sure that they wouldn’t notice my truck parked amongst all the big rigs.
I went inside and got a sandwich and a couple of bottles of Coke. I got back in my truck and ate my ham and cheese and settled in for the night. I was still trying to figure out where I was going to go. I really didn’t have any friends that I thought would let me stay at their house. There was one guy that I might have called my best friend, Mike Walker. But I had only met his parents one time and that was only for a few minutes. Plus, how would I explain why I was kicked out of my house. I’ll have to figure something else out, I had to work in the morning, so I went to sleep.
I didn’t get much sleep that night, every time another truck pulled in, it woke me up. I kept my doors locked, but if someone really wanted to break in, the locks weren’t going to stop them. I sat up as the sun broke through and light flooded the cab of my truck. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, yawned and pulled my shirt on.
It was 6:30 and I needed to be at work at 7:30. I went inside and got a cup of coffee and a muffin. I also bought a sandwich for lunch and a couple of sodas for break. I guess my first night on my own went as well as could be expected, but I knew this couldn’t be a permanent solution. I would need to find a place to live.
I ate my muffin as I drove to work, running my financial situation through my mind. I had a little money saved, but not nearly enough for a real apartment. I guess I could sleep in my truck and every other day maybe I could get a cheap hotel room so I could shower.
Thankfully, we were busy at work, so I didn’t have much time to think about my living situation all day. At the end of the day, I was thinking about heading back to the truck stop for the night. My supervisor walked over and said that one of the guys that works the second shift was going to be an hour or two late and asked if I would be able to stay until he arrived. I quickly agreed, I wasn’t in a hurry to go to the truck stop, and a couple hours of overtime pay would be helpful in finding some place to live.
The extra couple of hours were busy; we ended up getting a truck in and we had to unload it by hand. By the time the guy that I was covering for showed up, I was hot and sweaty. I drove back to the truck stop and went in to get my supper. I was thinking about going to find a hotel so that I could shower. As I was trying to decide on what to eat, I noticed the sign that pointed to a shower room for truckers. I saw a man walk in with a towel over his shoulder and shaving kit under his arm. I saw a sign that listed the prices for showers and decided it was cheaper than getting a hotel room.
I bought a towel and ready-made shaving kit and paid for them with my dinner. I went out to my truck and ate and then looked through the shaving kit. It included a small bottle of body wash, shampoo, deodorant and shaving cream with a disposable razor. After I ate, I went back inside and paid for a shower. Thankfully, the guy at the checkout didn’t ask too many questions. I didn’t exactly look like all the other truckers I had seen walking to the shower.
I walked into the shower room; it reminded me of the locker room at school. I was relieved that the actual showers were stalls with doors on them. The other two guys that were in there were older guys, that looked like they had been on the road for years. Neither of them even noticed me as I walked in. One was standing at one of the six sinks that lined the far wall, shaving and wearing just a pair of shorts. The other was walking into one of the shower stalls with his towel over his shoulder. I heard the water start as the towel was draped over the shower door.
I found an empty stall and went inside and undressed and took my shower. After I dried off, I pulled on my shorts and walked out to shave. One or two other truckers walked in and showered. Again, other than a nod of the head, no one even acknowledged me. I guess this will work for now.
By the end of the week, I had my new routine down. I would eat my supper after I got off work, then take my shower. Of course, my dad had shut my phone off, so I had to buy one of those prepaid phones. The truck stops sells them, so it was easy to get, in fact they sell almost anything. I bought a couple of books and would read after my shower until the sun went down.
Friday night, I went to take my shower, there was only one shower running as I walked in. There was no one at the sinks. I walked to an empty stall and took my shower. When I turned my shower off, I heard that there were no other showers running. After I dried off, I pulled on my shorts and stepped out to go shave.
As I walked to the sink, I noticed the guy that must have been using the other shower when I walked in. He was not like all the other truckers that I had seen all week. This guy was only a couple of years older than me, and he was standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist. The reflection I saw in the mirror caused my heart to flutter, he was gorgeous. He gave me a smile as he raked the shaving cream from his chin.
He looked at me and smiled as I stepped up to the sink. He said, “Hi, a shower sure feels good after a long day on the road.”
I’m sure I blushed, I stammered, “Yeah, it sure does.”
He ran his razor under the running water and brought it back up to his face, “No offence, but you don’t look old enough to be driving a big rig. Did you just start driving?”
I swallowed hard, “Yeah, just started.” I paused and said, “You don’t look as old as a lot of the other drivers I see either.”
He chuckled, “Just turned twenty-two on my last birthday, been driving for about a year now. My name is Kirk, by the way.”
I gave him a slight smile, “I’m Ethan.”
Kirk grinned, “Nice to meet you Ethan.”
Kirk raked the last of the shaving cream from his face and cupped his hands to catch water to wash the remnants off. He stood back a bit and pulled his towel from his waist. His perfect cock was swaying as he dried his face. He was standing so that I got a full view in my mirror. He grinned as he lowered his towel and saw me staring at him. He made no attempt to cover himself; he walked to the pile of clothes that was laying on the bench and grabbed a t-shirt. His ass was just as beautiful as his cock was.
He turned back toward me as he pulled the shirt on, his cock still on full display. I wasn’t sure, but I think his dick was starting to swell, I know mine was damn near fully hard at this point. He still was grinning as he pulled on his shorts, he didn’t put on any underwear.
He gathered the rest of his clothes and smiled, “I’m the red Peterbilt at the end of row 3, if you want to come over, maybe we can drink a couple of beers.”
My heart was pounding out of my chest. I may be new to this whole gay thing, but this guy just put on a show getting dressed and now he is inviting me back to his ‘place’. Was this more than just a couple of guys having a drink together? Did he have something more in mind?”
I took a deep breath, “Sure, a beer sounds good. I’ll bring a bag of pretzels.”
Kirk winked at me, “Perfect, I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
I finished shaving and brushed my teeth. I gathered my clothes and on the way out of the truck stop, I bought a bag of pretzels. I swear, my heart has never beat any faster than it was right now. I dropped my clothes off at my truck, hoping that Kirk wasn’t watching me. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to explain that I wasn’t a real truck driver.
I walked across the parking lot and found row 3. I chuckled to myself, of course he drives a Peterbilt, and he has a very nicely built peter. The rest of his body was just as nicely built, his wavy brown hair, his chiseled chest, his washboard abs and those coffee-brown eyes were all just too much.
As I reached the red truck at the end of the row, I saw that familiar red oval. I saw the decal of ‘Overland Transport’ on the door. Kirk never said what company he drove for, but when I saw the smaller letters below that said ‘Owned and Operated by Kirk Wilson’ I was sure I had the right truck. I decided to knock on the passenger door so that I wouldn’t have to crawl over the steering wheel and the driver’s seat.
Kirk smiled as he opened the door, he was shirtless, wearing only the shorts that I saw him pull on in the shower room.
He said, “Hey, come on in. I was just going to find a movie to watch, what are you in the mood for?”
He turned to go back into the sleeper compartment of the truck; I got another good look at his sweet ass. I had never been in one of these big rigs before. I was surprised at how roomy it was and he had all the comforts of a small apartment. The big mattress filled most of the sleeper, Kirk plopped down on it and pulled open the small fridge that was on one side and pulled out two beers.
I took a breath as I sat next to him, took the beer and set the bag of pretzels between us. He grabbed the remote and brought up a menu on the TV. “What kind of movies do you like to watch?”
I shrugged, “Anything is fine with me, whatever you want to watch is fine.”
I wasn’t paying attention to the TV as Kirk scrolled through the menu and he said, “I haven’t seen this one in a while.”
I said, “Sure, that will be fine.”
We both opened our beers and took a drink and then opened the bag of pretzels as the movie started to play.
Kirk asked, “So where are you headed?”
I panicked, “Um… I just do a local run, my load won’t be ready until tomorrow morning, Where are you headed to?”
He said, “I’m on my way to LA and then back to Chicago. I make a run every week. Hartford is right where my hours for the day run out, it’s about a third of the way, so it works out pretty well. Tomorrow, I will stay at a truck stop that is about two to three hours east of Vegas”
I nodded like I knew what he was talking about. I took another big drink of my beer.
Kirk chuckled, “So Ethan, what kind of cargo are you hauling in an old Ford F150?”
I felt the heat rush to my face, damn it, he saw me put my things in my truck. I asked, “What do you mean?”
Kirk grinned, “You’re not a truck driver. What’s your real story?”
I sighed, “I’m between places right now. I guess I’m living in my truck, and this just seemed like the safest place to park. Plus, I can get food and a shower here.”
He asked, “You don’t have family or friends you can stay with?”
I said, “I don’t have a lot of friends and well, I sort of had a disagreement with my parents.”
Kirk furrowed his brow, “A disagreement? About what?”
Damn it, this guy wasn’t going to give up. I said, “They didn’t like the way I was living my life.”
He asked, “How old are you?”
I sighed, “I’ll be 19 in four months, I just graduated from high school last May.”
Kirk smiled, “I knew you weren’t old enough to be driving a big rig. To drive across country, you have to be at least 21 years old. So, you are really living in your truck right now?”
I nodded, “Just until I save enough money to get a place.”
He asked, “Do you have a job?”
I told him about my job and how I was hoping to have enough money saved by the end of the month.
Kirk said, “That must have been some disagreement for you to move out… or for your parents to kick you out.” He stared at my face to see my reaction.
I couldn’t help it; I felt a tear run down my cheek. Kirk wiped the tear away with his thumb and said, “It’s okay Ethan, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
I took a deep breath, for some reason I felt comfortable with Kirk, the tears started to flow freely and said, “I got caught sucking a classmate’s cock and my old man threw me out of the house.”
Kirk wrapped his arms around me in a warm embrace and for the first time in a long time I felt safe and cared for. I was in full sob mode at this point; Kirk just held me and let me get it all out of my system. I’m not sure how long he held me, but I finally broke our embrace and just stared into those caring brown eyes.
Without any words being spoken, we slowly leaned in until our lips met. The kiss I shared with Timmy was nothing compared to this kiss. I swear to God, I saw fireworks going off and heard angels singing. Kirk held me tight as he leaned back and pulled me on top of him. He pushed me back just long enough to pull my shirt off. Just like with Timmy, I really loved the feel of bare skin against bare skin, but Kirk was more muscular. The soft skin covering the hard muscles was so much more intoxicating.
We continued to kiss as Kirk started to push my shorts and underwear down. We paused our kiss just long enough to get completely naked. He pulled me back on top of him so we could continue to make out like the horny young men that we were. Our hard cocks rubbing against each other smearing precum all over each other’s stomachs.
Even though I had only sucked one other cock, I knew I wanted to do it again. I broke our kiss and sat back to get a better look at Kirk’s naked body. Jesus Christ, his cock was even more perfect than the brief preview I had gotten of it in the shower room. My mouth began to water as I leaned down to lick the pearl of precum that was leaking out of the slit.
He tasted different than I remember Timmy tasting, both were delicious, but Kirk’s flavor sent my tastebuds dancing. I began to bob up and down savoring every moment. I was only encouraged by the sounds that Kirk was making. After a few minutes, he pushed me back and panted, “Damn Ethan, you were going to make me cum. You are very good at that.”
I blushed, “I have only done it one other time.”
He smiled, “You are a natural. Now let me have a taste of your meat.”
He rolled me onto my back and grinned as he looked at me, “You have a perfect cock.”
I have never really compared myself to others, but then again, I have not seen a lot of other dicks in my life. I mean other than a bunch of high school guys in the locker room, I have never seen any other dicks. I was happy that Kirk was being complimentary.
Kirk opened wide and engulfed my manhood, holy shit, this was not his first time sucking a cock. As enjoyable as the first time with Timmy was, this was a hundred times better. I grabbed the back of his head and moaned in pleasure. I had to push him off after a few minutes so that I wouldn’t cum. After another quick kiss, I suggested that we sixty-nine, that seemed to slow things down the last time.
Kirk was happy to have his cock sucked again. He took me by surprised when I felt him work a finger into the crack of my ass. No one had ever touched me there before, although I had used my own finger on more than one occasion.
I flinched when his finger found my pucker. Kirk asked, “Are you okay?”
I mumbled, “Yeah, I have never had anyone touch me there before. This is only the second time I have done anything with another guy.”
He smiled, “Okay, just tell me if you want me to stop. I want to show you something else that feels really good. Do you trust me?”
I looked into those sweet brown eyes and nodded, “Yes, I trust you.”
He gave me a kiss and went down to give my cock one more suck and then pushed my legs up in the air. I held my breath in anticipation as Kirk licked my nuts and moved on to the space between my nuts and my pucker. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt Kirk’s tongue breach my hole.
Kirk paused and looked up at me, “Did you like that?”
My eyes were still wide as I just nodded, I was unable to find my words. Kirk went back to work on my hole, and I was able to relax and enjoy what his tongue was doing. I remember seeing a guy getting his ass licked in a video I watched online, but never really thought about having it done to me or doing it to another guy. I was glad that Kirk wanted to show me another way for one man to pleasure another.
My cock was leaking precum by the gallon now, filling my belly button with my love juices. I felt my nuts start to tighten; I pushed Kirk off my hole and brought him up for another kiss. I said, “I would like to do that to you now.”
Kirk grinned, “Of course, I would like that.” He rolled over onto his hands and knees with that beautiful ass pointed in my direction. It was the first time I had ever seen an ass in person. Dang, I had so much to learn.
I moved in behind him and slowly licked him. He tasted like the soap that I had smelled on him in the shower room. He moaned, “Yes, that’s it Ethan.” Once again, his encouragement only spurred me on. I just tried to do everything that he had done for me. I hope he was enjoying it as much as I enjoyed it a few minutes earlier.
Kirk said, “Damn it Ethan.”
I panicked, “What? I’m sorry. What did I do wrong?”
He quickly turned around and kissed me, “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. You got me so worked up; I want you to fuck me.”
I swallowed hard, “But I have never done that before.”
He gave me a sweet smile, “It’s okay, just relax and go slow.”
He rolled onto his back and pulled his legs up. God, he looked so hot laying there all exposed like that. I moved in between his legs, and Kirk handed me a bottle of lube. He told me to coat my cock and his hole and continue when I was ready. My hands were shaking as I followed his instructions. I went in for another kiss as I aimed my manhood at its target.
Kirk wrapped his arms around me as I slowly pushed in. Jesus, his hole was so warm and tight, it felt so good. Kirk smiled at me and said, “Just pull back a bit and push in again.”
Again, I followed his instructions and within minutes, I had a steady rhythm going and it just kept feeling better and better with every stroke. Kirk panted, “You got it you sexy stud, that’s it. You are hitting my sweet spot, keep doing that.”
There was no reason to stop following Kirk’s instructions now. I was totally relaxed and everything felt so good. It only took a few minutes and that tingling in my nuts was back. I was too far gone to stop now. I gasped, “I’m going to cum.”
Kirk pulled me in for another kiss as he said, “Keep going, fill me with your seed.”
A feeling of complete euphoria flooded my body as my cock began spewing out my love juices. I know I have never shot this much cum ever before. I collapsed on top of Kirk as my final spasm forced the last dribble of cum from my nuts.
Kirk smiled, “Did you like that?”
I nodded as I tried to catch my breath. I felt my deflating cock slip from Kirk’s cum filled hole. I rolled to his side and asked, “Did you cum?”
He smiled, “No, but that’s okay.”
I took another deep breath, “If you want, you can fuck me.”
He looked at me and asked, “Are you sure?”
I nodded, “Yes, just go slow.”
He said, “Just tell me to stop if it gets to be too much.”
He gave my hole a few licks and then found the bottle of lube that I tossed aside earlier. I pulled my legs up and Kirk locked his lips on mine as his cock rested against my virgin hole. I wrapped my arms around his back as I felt his broad head breach the entrance to my love tunnel. Kirk paused when I tensed up slightly, giving me time to adjust to the invasion.
He paused our kiss and asked, “Are you okay?”
I nodded and pulled him in for more kisses. He gently pushed in further until I felt his nuts resting against my ass cheeks. He pulled back and pushed in again and it felt like I was hit by lightning. Kirk grinned at me, “That was the sweet spot I was telling you about.”
I gasped, “That was amazing, hit it again.”
Kirk increased his speed and pushed in further with every stroke. God, this was incredible. Kirk panted, “I’m close.”
I said, “Give me your load.”
He hit my love button a couple of more times and buried his bone, and I felt the his warm juices fill my guts. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I felt my cock start to pulse again. I hadn’t even touched it. My load was much smaller than the first time, but my stomach was covered in my own semen.
Kirk asked, “Are you still okay?”
I grinned, “God yes, I have never been better.”
Kirk got a towel and we cleaned up and he gave me another passionate kiss. “You are welcome to spend the night it you want. It’s not a real bed, but it’s probably better than the front seat of your truck.”
We crawled under the covers, and Kirk wrapped his arms around me as I wiggled my bare ass against his cock. He kissed the back of my neck and said, “Good night.”
I said, “Good night, thank you for letting me stay.”
He held me tightly as I drifted off to sleep. I had the best night’s sleep since I was kicked out of the house.
To be Continued…
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