Trucker and Matt

My English is not that good, but I hope it's good enough to understand my story. 

It's a cold winter night. Snow is falling all around. The road I walk on is completely covered by snow. It's a few degrees below zero, which I feel even though I have a thick winter jacket.. You must be wondering how I found myself in this situation in the middle of the night. You see, I finally got the courage to come out as gay to my parents and found myself thrown out of the house with only a backpack in which I managed to pack my clothes that will last me for a couple of days. My name is Matt and I'm nineteen. I can say goodbye to the college I go to because my dad told me so. He won't have a son for a faggot and still pay him an education. I have hair that reaches my shoulders, brown almost black. It all depends on the light. Dark brown eyes and many think I'm sixteen. I'm neither fat nor skinny. There is some muscle on me, but not very defined. I have what many would call a "feminine" body. I've still don't have to shave. The only indication of hair  is under my armpits and around my dick and the hair on my head.

Finally, after an hour of walking along the road, my toes freezed in the wet shoes. I heard rumble of a vehicle behind me. I turn around and catch the shadow of the big truck as it approaches me. I raise my hand somehow barely. The lights of the truck blinded me so I had to blink. The truck started to slow down. "Thank heavens!" I shout of happiness in my mind. The truck stopped a few feet in front of me. I ran as much as my freezed legs allowed me. The passenger door opens as I approach them. I peek inside and see the mountain of a man watching me.

"Get in kid." The trucker said in his deep rough manly voice. Somehow I barely get in the truck and sit down and put my backpack between my legs. I close the door and turn to the driver who took us into traffic and continued driving.

"Thank you." I said in a trembling voice. The driver looked at me from the corner of his eye and smiled the smile that made his dimples show, making him so beautiful. The man was in his mid-thirties. He was certainly over six feet tall. He had deep hazel eyes. Short brown chestnut-colored trimmed hair. Firm strong jaw with a couple of days old beard. He wore old and faded jeans with a thick olive wool sweater. The hands holding the steering wheel were streaked with veins. In one he held a lit cigarette. He was handsome and the bulge on his sleeves showed that he was muscular. He drag on a cigarette and blew smoke.

"So why did you run away kid? You don't even have eighteen yet?" I remove my wallet from my backpack and show him my ID.

"I'm nineteen." I say, and he puffs another drag of cigarette . It was snowing outside so the wipers were constantly working on the windshield.

"Okay, where to?"

"Anywhere, but here."

"That bad?" He asked curiously.

"Yes." I reply simply and returning my wallet to my backpack, then removing my shoes and socks.

"You got a blanket in the back to warm up ..."

"Matt. And thank you." I tell him and unfasten my seatbelt and go to the back and sit on the bed and hug myself with a thick warm blanket over me. It all smells of cigarettes and air fresheners.

"I'm Hank, I'm going to California, better to say Sacramento."

"You don't mind bein alone that much?" I asked.

"No. I drive a truck all over US, just returning from Washington. I work for an international company."

"Oh. You don't miss your wife. I mean?" He laughs with a wonderful laugh.

"I didn't have time to get married. Most women don't want to wait for their husband's  for days." So he's not married. He put out a cigarette and parked along the road in one of the truck parking lots. "I haven't slept in about ten hours. You sleep there, I'll be here in the front seat." He says leaving the engine running. I look around and realize that there is not much room, but there is enough for the two of us in my opinion.

"Sir... Hank."

"Just call me Hank.  Shoot."

"There's plenty of room for both of us here."

"You sure Matt?"

"Yes I am."

"Okay, but we have to get our chlotes off so we don't get too hot under the blanket." He said and came to lay behind me. I take off my shirt and then my pants. He takes off his pants and T-shirt and then I saw a skull tattoo on the right biceps engulfed in flames. His wifebeater was streched with muscle. I lie down and turn to the wall of the cabin and scoot over to make room for him. But it was still cramped so he had to hug me. His strong body was attached to mine. I could feel his breath on my neck so my dick started to stiffen. Great, he'll throw me out, too.

After a few minutes, I felt his dick twitch in his briefs. We were stuck side by side so I could feel his tool stiffen on my buttocks. He stirred and only made matters worse by friction. I sighed and turned and found myself face to face with Hank. He looked at me anxiously. To shorten his ordeal. Now his dick was next to my belly.

"You want to know why you found me by the side of the road so late?" He didn't answer me. This close he was even more handsome, and the smell of his manly scent mixed with sweat under his armpit made me crazy. I know now he could feel my hard dick too. But he didn't say anything. "Dad kicked me out because I'm gay." He was looking at me seriously. „I know you will certainly want to get rid of me as soon as possible, but I doubt we will ever fall asleep if we are horny.” I push him to the back and remove the blanket. I slowly put my hand in his briefs and pull out his big and thick cock from it.

I slowly lower my head and stick out my tongue, licking the tip of his head. I heard a sigh escape his lips. He did not move nor he protested or whatever, so I thrust my tongue into piss slit, and he moaned with pleasure. Then I lower my head even lower and grasp the head of his tool with my lips and breathe, to which he sighed again. Then I put my tongue over his dick head and begin to pull his tool even more into my mouth. I suck his monster like a lollipop. Up and down, up and down with pleasure listening to his moans. The taste of his tool was divinely good. Salty but still sweet.

Sucking his tool, I pulled on my briefs and began to push one finger into my hole, preparing it for his dick. Then I felt his hands go through my hair gently. He pulled my hair away from my eyes and looked at me with lust in his eyes. One finger turned into two, I reached my prostrate and sighed, making the vibrations around his dick even more making him moan, which made me smile around his dick. Then I freed his dick from my mouth, jerking him off with my free hand and looking into Hank's dark eyes.

"Do you have a condom?" He slips his hand under the pillow and pulls out a lubricated condom and smiles at me.

"I never thought I'd fuck a guy, but here's the lubricanted condom." Hank said, pulling me closer to him and colliding our lips. He bit my lower lip gently, to which I opened my mouth, allowing him to make his way to my tongue. He explored my mouth with tenderness, and then we fighted for dominance with our tongues for a little while, after a minute we parted, he stared at me with lust, grabbed a packet of condom and put it between his teeth and tore a packet. He pulled out a condom and handed it to me. I quickly put it on his dick. Then Hank switched positions. I was on my back as he held his hands above me. Once again he kissed me passionately and forcefully so I shuddered. Then I bend my legs  at the knees and spread them into the  V shape as far as I could.

Hank held himself over me with one hand, and with the other he guided his dick to my hole and slowly began to push in between my cheeks into my anus. I moaned and bit my lip to contain the scream of pain as he slowly entered me. inch by inch till our pelvises  collided.

"Say when you're ready, honey." Hank said, waiting for me to adjust to his size in my anus. After a few seconds the pain turned into pleasure and I let go of the lip I was biting, which  must have bled.

"Fuck me." I told him, and he began to slowly pull his dick out of my channel until only his head remained in me, and again he suddenly thrust it into me so I screamed in pleasure. "So good!" I moan as he keeps pumping his tool into me slowly and gently until I'm was bored so I yell. "Harder!"

"You are som tight!" He moaned and began to thrust his tool harder and faster into my hole. He grabbed my leg with one hand and dropped down to kiss me, thus changing the angle, revealing my prostate with his dick. I screamed in his mouth with pleasure. As he fucked me with strong movements while he gently kissed me.

"You're beautiful." He told me when we stopped kissing then he lowered his lips to my neck and I moved my head to allow him better access to my neck. He started sucking the skin on my neck where  bruised from the love bite will form. But it doesn't matter.

After a few minutes I felt my orgasm coming and I moaned.

"I'm Close!" And without touching my dick. I'm not saying that out loud, but he knows it because he presses my wrists with his hands above my head. He separates his lips from my neck and stares at me with passion. Droplets of sweat drifted slowly down his forehead to his cheek and slowly fell down upon me. I grab one and taste his drop of sweat. It was just like him. Strong and perfect.

"Cum honey, cum for me!" He yells passionately, and I cum between us, spraying my cum across his strong, wide chest and six pack which even Michelangelo would not have carved better on a statue of a Roman hero. Also I sprayed my chest. With my orgasm, I pressed his dick with my anus muscles, forsing his orgasm. He threw his head back and screamed my name while he filled the condom.

"MATT" He collapsed on me with all his weight, which I didn't mind. He pulled his now softened dick out of me. He removed the condom  threw it on the floor of the cab. He took the wipes from somewhere and wiped my cum off of us and laid on his back so I was lying on him. I don't even remember when he got rid of his shirt. I guess while I was busy sucking his dick. He took a cigarette and lit it and pulled the drag of smoke and run his fingers through my sweaty hair with his free hand. I looked him in the eye and our eyes met. He smiled at me in return.

"I think you turned me Matt. You are the Best I ever had." He pulled in another drag of cigarette.

"You're my first." I said softly, looking down shyly. He gripped my face between his hands and stared into my eyes with glee.

"Really?"

"Yes." I honestly said. His eyes sparkled with happiness.

"And how was it?" He asked me.

"Perfect." He smiled letting my head fall back on his chest. I heard his heartbeat. It was perfect.

There was silence in the cabin for a few minutes, and then Hank spoke again.

"Listen Matt I have a proposal for you. If you are in." There was nervousness in his voice.

"Shoot."

"It's one more day till we reach Sacramento and after that I am on vacation for two weeks before I go back on the road. If you want, we can get to know each other better in those two weeks and if we like each other after that, will you consider being with me, as if in a relationship. We can be together all the time if you don't mind living in a truck on the road most of the year. I mean you can travel with me, and I don't care what people think. Sex is good and if we like each other if we are compatible why not give us a chance?” I looked up with tears in my  eyes.

"As far as I know you for about two hours, you have been better to me than mine parents who threw me out for who I am. You didn't judge me, that's a plus, and  you actually showed me who you are. You're perfect Hank with everything and with flaws and bad habits. " I point to the cigarette in his hand. He smiled and kissed me.

"Is that a yes. I mean you agree?" Hank asked.

"Yes. If you want me I hope forever."

"I hope so, but we'll see in two weeks." He said, extinguishing a cigarette. I already knew everything would be fine. He covered us with a blanket and in a moment his slight snore was heard. I smiled listening to my man's heartbeat. So I fell asleep in a few moments ...

 ***

The morning rays of the sun rattled through the curtain of the cabin, waking me up. Hank snored gently beside me. I lifted my elbow and looked at the man I was planning to spend my life with. He was of good build, just the way I imagined the right one.  Strong chest and six pack. Strong callused hands streaked with veins, a person who works hard. Dark short hair and a strong jaw with a straight strong nose. Hank obviously does not shave every day because he has a  beard.

 I picked up the blanket and threw it off us. His big dick was already half hard. I went down to that delicious tool and kissed it's head. Hank moaned. Great way to wake up my man. I grabbed the base of his dick with my fist and lowered my lips, swallowing it's head. I licked  over the salty skin of his muscles and inserted my tongue into the piss slit of his dick head, to which Hank moaned loudly.

"Morning honey." Hank muttered sleepily , and I looked up, not letting his tool  out of my mouth. He was smiling with those beautiful hazel-colored eyes. I swallowed his dick to the root and grabbed his nipples with my hands and started squeezing  them.

"AH! That's good!" Hank moaned and I felt my cock harden. I sucked his cock, up and down. Trying to lick every inch of that divine gift. Then I let it out of my mouth, and grabbed it with my fist and slowly  stroked it.

"You like it?"

"I like everything you do." Hank said with a grin. Then I went down to his testicles and started licking them.

"Oh!" Hank muttered, running his fingers through my hair. After I licked his testicles I went back to his dick and pulled him into my mouth again. I sucked him until Hank grabbed my head between his hands and stopped me. He held me in place and started fucking my mouth. Pushing his dick in and out. His hips moved up and down, which I liked. He was not gentle but rough, but in a passionate sense. He fucked my mouth like that for a few minutes and  yelled.

"I WILL COME!" I pressed my lips around his head, stopping him from fucking. For a moment he stiffened and began to moan deeply. Which was a sign that he was going to ccome, but before that I surprised myself by finishing without a touch. But I didn't loosen my mouth. Then I felt his salty cum fill my mouth. There were about five or six big jets and I somehow managed to swallow it all without letting it drop out of my mouth. I got to my knees, and Hank pulled me into a passionate kiss. He stuck his tongue into my mouth and explored them until we had to catch our breath.

"I think I love you."

"Me too!" I answered lowering my head to his chest. I felt the strong beats of his heart. I looked up and saw him already lit a cigarette. I kissed his chin covered with beard. He smiled at me, revealing dimples.

After Hank smoked a cigarette we dressed warmly and sat down and continued on our way to Sacramento and the beginning of our life together.