The usual boring disclaimer.
This tale contains graphic descriptions of sex scenes between two
males.
If this offends you, I can only conclude that you get your jollies by
being offended, otherwise you wouldn't be here, so you may read on.
If it against the law for you to read such things you should seriously
consider the following question;
Whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?
And while you're doing that, you too may read on.
If you are not yet of an age to read such things, but you have hacked
your way this far, there is little that I can do, except assure you
that the tales of it making you go blind are blatant lies.
It is, as ever, a work of total fiction, well - that's not 100% true,
there really is a night ferry between Hull and Rotterdam.
Taken For A Ride.
It had seemed a good idea at the time. I would save me the train fare
and I might get to meet someone interesting, I had reasoned. However,
now as I stood at the exit from a Motorway Service Area thumb extended
watching the cars swish by me, I was having second thoughts.
The thunder that had started rumbling in the distance some time back
was now very close and the wind had picked up. Any minute now it would
start pissing down and I would be soaked to the skin. The alternative
was to take shelter, but then I'd never get a ride in time to catch the
night ferry from Hull to Rotterdam.
Time to start cheating. I'm slim built with shoulder length black hair.
I do not look anything like my 20 years; in fact I still get thrown out
of pubs for being underage. Also, from a distance it is difficult to
judge my gender. So by changing the way I am standing and my body
language, what appeared to be a teenage boy changes into what appears
to be a teenage girl. Oh, I'm not into drag; I'm not even effeminate,
it is just a trick that I have learned.
However, as the next 3 cars don't even slow down, my confidence in my
acting ability takes a blow.
Shit! It has started raining. The first fat drops land on me and I'm
just turning to run for cover when I notice that the large rig coming
out of the parking lot is not accelerating. Yes it is braking. I run
over and climb up the side of the cab and the door swings open just as
I reach it. I throw my bag in, dive inside and slam the door behind me.
Just in time as the rain is now pelting down. I would have been like a
drowned rat in about 5 seconds.
"Where are you heading for?" asks the driver.
He's about 35, blond and husky, not handsome but definitely bedable.
"Hull."
"You're a boy?"
"Yup, been one all my life."
"OK you are in luck I'm heading for Hull to get the ferry to
Rotterdam," he says.
"Great, I'm booked on the ferry too, I'm on my way to Amsterdam. If I
can get to Rotterdam my student rail pass will get me to Amsterdam."
"I think it's your hair, why do you grow it so long?" he asks.
"It pisses off my parents."
He laughs at this. I get told to stow my bag in the small night cabin
behind our heads. Now I can look him over, as he is far too busy trying
to see through the rain, which is almost overcoming the efforts of the
windscreen wipers. Short blond hair, powerful arms and a wide chest
tapering down to a surprisingly trim waist. His 501's fit him snugly
and one glance at his groin confirms he is a lad, and a big one at
that. His thighs would look lovely on either side of my head.
"You wouldn't have stopped if you had thought I was a boy?"
"Nope - well, I might have, the radio is bust and I need some
conversation."
"I see."
"I'm as horny as Hell and the bitches who ride with me are expected to
put it out."
My, my, he is arrogant.
"You only pick up easy lays?"
"They usually come across in the end, and if they don't, then there is
always the alcopops."
Alcopops, I had better explain, are a mixture of alcohol and some sweet
soft drink. They are very easy to get drunk on, as you don't realise
how strong they are.
"Alcopops loosens them up a bit?"
"The ones I give them do, I spike them with almost pure alcohol. After
they have had a couple their eyeballs are floating," he says, with some
relish.
My new chum is a bit of a bastard and no mistake. Also he is obviously
straight. Still there is straight and straight. A horny straight is
sometimes on of the latter kind, if you follow my drift. I currently
estimate my chances of having it off with him to be about, oh let's say
50%.
"Yes," he continues, "once I can get my hand inside their knickers,
they have no chance at all."
Hmm, he's modest with it, isn't he? First let me see in I can make him
a bit hotter.
"What do you mean?" I ask, innocently.
"When I can get to their clit I can really get them going, and drive at
the same time. The number that have sat where you are sitting now,
moaning and screaming as I play with their clit and finger fuck them
Then they cum all over the place, that's why the passenger's seat has a
plastic cover on it," he says, obviously enjoying the memory.
The rain is still pissing down and to make things worse dusk is falling
fast. I eyeball his crotch, it is working, he's got a stiffy and it is
pointing to his left hip. Yikes! I can even smell it from where I'm
sitting.
"Then what do you do," I ask, feigning interest.
"Pull over at the next parking area and get the bitch into the back
cabin so I can eat her out."
A slight shudder runs through my body. I know that sex isn't really
good unless it is dirty, and God knows the dirty things that I have got
up to in my time, but eating pussy, yuck.
"Once they've cum a couple times they become a lot more reasonable. So
then it is just a question of slipping it in and enjoying myself," he
says.
He is now licking his lips and is most definitely in a sexually aroused
state.
"No condom?"
"No way. It's like taking a bath with your socks on. Besides these days
there is no reason for them to get pregnant. There's the pill, the
morning after pill and if all else fails, the bitch can have an
abortion," he says, with some conviction.
He is obviously one of the ones that the women's lib lot would just
love to castrate with blunt, rusty scissors.
"And they let you ride them bare back?" I ask, putting some amazement
into my voice.
"Half of them are too carried away to notice until it's over and done
with. The rest, I just tell them to trust me and I'll pull out in
time," he says.
"And do you?"
He laughs loudly at that.
"The next time I pull out before I shoot will be the first time," he
boasts.
My new chum is truly in the bastard business, at the production end. No
wonder the UK leads Europe in the pregnant teenage girls stakes.
"Christ, I'm even hornier now."
"Jack off," I suggest.
"I gave up jacking off right after I got laid for the first time."
"Well, I could jack you off. My big brother used to make me jack him
off. He even taught me how to do it with spit, and everything," I lie.
My poor big brother used to get jacked off by me all right, but I was
the one who was doing the chasing. There is a pause; he is actually
considering it. My chances are now 60% on scoring.
"Nah, I like to feel me shooting inside someone."
All is not yet lost; I'll just have to give him a nudge in the right
direction.
"What do you do if it is the wrong time of the month?"
"I let the bitch have the choice, blow me or I'll just carry on
regardless," he says, and manages to sound magnanimous about it.
We drive in silence for a bit. The penny is rolling around in there
somewhere; it'll drop eventually. I watch his face, which is now lit
only by the instrument lamps and the occasional flash of a car passing
in the opposite direction. Suddenly a crafty look crosses it, the penny
has dropped. He waits and presently we pass a sign telling us about a
Service Area coming up.
"Would you really jack me off?" he asks, dead casual.
"Yeah, sure. I don't mind. I've done it dozens of times. I'm real good
at it, honest. Besides I owe you something for saving me from the
rain."
We pull into the Service Area and head for the truck park. There are
only a handful of trucks in it, but he still parks in the most remote
spot. Once the engine is switched off the rain sounds very loud on the
roof. He scrambles into the small back cabin and I follow. The curtains
are pulled and the weak interior light switched on. He lies on his
back, his hands behind his head and his cock straining the fabric of
his 501's.
"OK, on you go," he says.
He sucks in his belly and lets me unbuckle his belt. I unbutton the
waistband of his jeans and he lets his belly out again. Not that he has
a big belly, just tight jeans. As I unbutton the second stud I run into
pubic hair. He doesn't even wear underpants, no wonder I could smell it
in the cab. I unbutton his fly completely and unwrap tonight's dinner,
tube steak, oh goody it's my favourite.
He has a nice sized cock. I hate them when they are too big and the
little ones are just disappointing. He's about 7 inches, fairly fat and
uncut. I gently grasp it and examine the end. The eye gapes wide and
oozes the clear fluid of his pre-cum. I retract his foreskin letting
the glistening glans emerge into the watery light. God it is steaming
and smells seminal. I desperately want to suck it but I know that it
will be much better if it is 'his idea'. So I cup my free hand and spit
into it. When I transfer this to the head of his cock he groans in
appreciation. I begin to wank him, but slowly, very, very slowly.
He lies there enjoying the sensation and I make no move that is likely
to cause him to reach an orgasm. I'm betting he'll hit on me any
second.
"Did you ever suck your brother's cock?" he asks, coolly.
"Look, I only said that I'd jack you off," I reply, sounding indignant
and a bit frightened.
"It's a long way to Hull, and the rain hasn't stopped."
"Awe, come on man, that's not fair."
"I'll bet your brother made you suck him off."
Close, so very close, I used to have to get my dear brother really hot
before he'd let me get so much as my lips round it.
"You'll not You won't" I dribble to a stop.
"Cum in your mouth? Nah. Now get on with it or start walking," he says,
ending on an icy note.
"OK, but remember, you promised."
"Yeah, yeah."
Now my acting abilities are being put to the test. I want that cock so
bad I can almost taste it, but I must come across as a reluctant lover.
Hesitantly I lower my head, enjoying the aroma of a sexed up male. This
always makes my head buzz.
"Suck it," he hisses.
My lips touch the tip and I surreptitiously lap up the pre-cum. He
doesn't notice and thrusts up with his hips driving the head of it
through my lips. I begin to move my tongue over the head, checking the
usual places. Yup the slit is sensitive, as is the ridge round the edge
and the little membrane of skin just down from the slit.
He is making encouraging noises and hardly notices me cup his balls in
one hand. They are a bit tighter against the base of his cock than I'd
like, so I switch from tongue to lips. He comes back from the abyss
slightly. By careful work on my part I keep him hovering near the edge
for quite a while. His hands are no longer behind his head, they are
running through my long black locks. Any moment now the treachery will
begin.
Suddenly he gives a grunt and grabs my head. His hips begin to thrust
and he fucks my face. Naturally I fight to get free, but not too hard.
His nuts are now clamped tight to his cock, I rub him just behind his
nuts and he shoots. Each time he fires he shouts, 'God!'. Strange
really as he hasn't come across as a particularly religious person up
till now.
"Swallow it, bitch," he growls.
Hey, I haven't finished tasting it yet. So I ignore him and enjoy my
meal.
"Swallow it!"
I make an exaggerated gulp, and he is happy. Mind you he hasn't let go
of my head yet, but he is still shooting weakly. I run the flat of my
tongue along the slit and manage to pull the last string of his cum
out. So this is the stuff babies are made of? Just think, my selfless
efforts have saved some poor girl from getting knocked-up. Maybe I
deserve a medal. Eventually when his lust is slated he releases me.
"You BASTARD!" I scream at him.
I make like I'm about to puke and the bugger laughs at me.
"Never put a cock in your mouth unless you can handle what comes out of
it. You'll live. Now get a move on, we have a ferry to catch," he says,
putting my new toy back in its wrapping and then buttoning up his
jeans.
I, of course, am elated. I just love getting it off with straight guys.
Unfortunately I'm supposed to be mad at him, so I sit as far away from
him as possible and run in sulk mode. Eventually this pricks even his
thick pelt.
"Have you got a cabin on the ferry?" he asks
I shake my head.
"How about me getting you dinner and sharing a cabin?"
God, he really is cheap. I know that truckers get free meals and
accommodation. He will not be out of pocket by a penny, yet he sounds
like he was taking me out to the Ritz. However, as this is playing into
my hands, I nod in acceptance and become a bit more commutative.
The rain stops just as we pull into the line for the ferry. Tickets are
turned into boarding cards, passports are checked and we drive through
customs without being stopped. Finally we are parked in the line
waiting to board. We are right up behind the truck in front and to
either side of us there are just the bodies of the trucks so no one can
see us.
"You really know how to suck cock," he says, "did your brother make you
do it to him."
"Yeah, but he would pull out before he came," I say, accusingly.
"Will you give me another one, once we are on board?" he asks.
"Will you come in my mouth again?"
"Yes, after a while you'll get to like it," he reasons.
God, the arrogance of the man. I sit looking sulky and he reaches over
and ruffles my hair. When this produces no answer he pulls my head down
until my face is pushed right into his crotch. He grinds my face into
his manhood and I can feel it is getting stiff again.
"Oh yeah, you'll suck it again," he says, "In fact you could give me a
quickie now."
The trucks to our right begin to move and he releases me. I sit in the
corner and pout. But I put my chances of him fucking me in the 90%
range. All I have to do is to get him to think it is his idea.
Once we are parked on the freight garage deck we grab our bags and
climb out. For the first time a get a look at him standing up, he's
quite a bit taller than me and he has piercing blue eyes. He heads off
to reception and picks up a cabin key, then we head down several
floors. Truckers might get free cabins, but they are not in the first
class section, if you get my drift.
The cabin consists of two bunks, one above the other, a
desk-cum-dressing table with a mirror behind it a wardrobe and a
toilet/shower room. We do not rate a porthole.
"I think I need a shower; I feel dirty," I say, just to see if I can
prick his conscience.
"As good a place as any, I'll be in directly," he says, with a
lecherous grin.
I strip and go into the shower. As I do so I look back, he is now
stripped to the waist and he has a marvellous upper body. His chest is
smooth but a line of hair runs from just above his navel down into his
jeans.
I adjust the taps to get a powerful, warm spray and step under it. He
walks in naked and erect. For effect I look at his cock and gulp. He
looks me up and down. I'm having a Hell of a job stopping my own
erection.
"Shit! You're far to pretty to be a boy," he says, as he reaches out
and pulls me into his arms.
Oh God, I can't possibly be hugged against that chest by those big
muscular arms and not get an erection! Time to come clean; and what
better a place to do it than the shower.
Now while his eyes are stunningly blue, mine are big and brown. I also
have long eyelashes that make a lot of girls jealous. I make eye
contact with him and open my eyes slightly too much. Then I let my
feelings of sexual lust for him show. This, I should point out,
requires no acting ability whatsoever.
"Fucking hell, don't do that!" he exclaims.
"Do what?"
"Look at me like that?"
I keep holding the eye contact.
"You are trying to start something," he says.
He is completely lost. He fancies me, but I'm a boy, yet he can't stop
himself wanting me.
"So!" I say, giving him the cheeky boy grin.
"Oh, what the Hell!"
One of his hands grabs my hair and locks my head into position. To my
utter delight I see his face heading towards mine. His lips are wide
open when he kisses me and his tongue forces its way into my mouth. I
put up token resistance. My, my he does know how to kiss. I respond in
kind. After about 3 minutes, and having him do my breathing for me for
most of that time, he breaks off.
"You're a faggot."
Gosh, Sherlock Holmes has got nothing on this lad!
"What makes you think that?" I ask, coyly.
"I kissed you and you got a stiffy."
"You've got one too," I counter.
"Yeah, I got mine because you're gonna suck it, you got yours because a
man kissed you."
One of the interesting things about having it off with straights is the
double thinking that they have to do to explain their actions. For fun
I give him the come-on look again.
"Oh why the Hell aren't you a girl?"
Time to up the stakes if I'm going to get a fuck out of him.
"What would you do with me if I was a girl?" I ask, trying to sound
only curious.
"I'd pick you up and shag you against the wall."
I put a puzzled look on my face and cock my head to one side.
"Put your arms round my neck and I'll show you?"
Being a good boy, I do as I'm told. His hands grasp my buns and he
lifts me with little effort. I'm in Heaven.
"Now wrap your legs round my waist."
I do that, but as I wriggle into position I make sure that his meat
bone ends up running up the crack of my ass. Oh, it is so close to
where I wand it to be. But it has got to be his decision, not mine.
"Then I'd put you up against the wall like this and slip you a length,"
he says, leaning my naked back against the cold wall.
Boldly I go for another kiss and he responds willingly. While we snog I
squeeze his boner with my ass, he groans. A little bit more is needed,
so I wriggle around on it. He breaks off the kiss.
"Did your brother ever manage to get it up you?" he asks.
I nod.
True, I almost had to tie him to the bed to get it in me and afterwards
he always had a guilt trip for days, but fuck me he most certainly did.
"Good."
I let a worried look cross my face.
"Now look, he is nothing like as big as you..."
Flattery always helps with straight guys and, true to form, he grins
proudly.
"You'll love it," he says.
"If you're going to do that, I'm the one who calls the shots while your
getting it in me. You could split me open with that thing," I say.
He grins his acceptance and lowers me to my feet. I turn off the taps,
we dry ourselves and go back into the cabin. I get a tube of KY out of
my bag, well, I always live in hope, and put it on the shelf above the
lower bunk.
"OK, you lie on the bed face up."
He is on the bed in a flash, his cock pointing upwards at about 45
degrees. I join him on the bed, kneeling between his legs. As I open
the KY I drink in the sight before me. He is all man, hairy, muscular,
horny and stinking of sex. He makes happy sounds as I grease up his
manhood. Then I quickly insert the head of the KY tube in my ring and
squeeze hard. The sensation of the cold jelly squirting into me makes
drool in anticipation. I think it is a Pavlovian reflex. I straddle him
and work his cock until it is dead on target.
"Right now lie still, no sudden pushing or there will be blood
everywhere."
I press down and get the head in. That is the easy part. Some cocks
have a big head and a slim shaft. But the one that is going into me now
has a thick shaft that gets wider towards the base.
"Christ, you're tight," he says.
I grunt by way of reply and push down. I'm a bit tense as I don't trust
him and I'm ready to move quickly if he tried to ram it up me. As it
turns out he heeds my warning and just lies there his hands behind his
head enjoying himself watching me impale myself on his weapon.
After I get about half of him in I pull back and begin to fuck myself
on his cock. Over the next few minutes I fuck myself right down to the
wide base of his cock. God this feels better than I had ever imagined.
I don't know why I like getting fucked by straight guys, but I always
get a great kick out of having them inside me.
"I wanna be on top," he says.
"Why?"
"The man's place is on top."
"I'm a man," I point out.
"You're not a real man."
Ah, the warped logic at work again. We are having a fuck, but he is the
'real man' because he has his cock inside me. Shit and there was me
thinking 'real men' only fucked partners of the female persuasion, ah
well. I lean forwards and kiss him briefly.
"OK now it'll be tricky as this bunk is narrow but we can roll over if
we are careful," I say.
Actually it is quite easy and soon I'm on my back with him on top of
me.
"Now put my legs over your shoulders," I say.
"I didn't know two guys could fuck face to face," he says,
experimentally running the length of his meat in and out of me.
"Yeah, and if you look down you can see your cock in action."
We both watch it slide in and out of me for a while.
"And we can kiss in this position," I add.
This gets him going nicely. Banging away at one end and sticking his
tongue down my throat at the other.
Now for something a bit more dangerous to spice it up a bit. I break
the kiss.
"Slide your arms up my back and hook them round my shoulders," I say,
and he does it.
"OK, now what?"
"Now I can't get away from you," I say, as I begin to fight him off.
"Yeah!" he says, and an evil grin comes on his face, "you know, you're
slackening up nicely. Why, I think I could really let you have it."
Wow, he certainly does step up the pace. He is holding me tight and I'm
struggling as hard as I can. It is turning him on like crazy. He'll not
last long at this rate so I'd better enjoy it while I can. Oops, I'm
enjoying it too much. My cock is trapped between us and his hairy belly
is being rubbed up and down it. I fight a losing battle and end up
shooting my load in between our heaving bodies. My ass goes mad on his
cock while I shoot.
Oh Christ I'm cuming," he gasps, in my ear, then he kisses me again and
I can feel his cock buck as he fills my guts with his seed.
He lies on top of me gasping. His manhood, now a spent force, goes soft
inside me. I like this bit of a fuck. I've won, one big hard cock
conquered and returned to its soft and limp state. The contents of his
nuts are sloshing about in my innards, mine, for the moment. I'm happy
and sweaty. Outside the thin cabin door we can hear the other truckers
milling about. God they are scant feet away from where we are lying.
"Christ that was some crazy fuck," he says.
"Hmm."
"You like being fucked?"
Oh no, I hate being held down and having the ass shagged off me by big
hairy men. What a stupid question. I nod.
"Did you shoot, just about the end?"
Again I nod.
"I didn't feel you jacking yourself off. But it felt great when you
shot. Your arse just grabbed my cock and I went wild."
"I don't need to jack off to cum when there is a 'real man' fucking
me," I say, and twitch my ass to make his cock jump.
"Yeah," he says, the sarcasm completely lost on him.
He peels himself off me and slowly pulls out. I feel completely empty
back there. We get off the bed and head for the shower again. Soon we
are standing together under its warm spray. I reach for the soap and
begin to wash my sticky mess from his belly. He passively stands there
and lets me wash him all over. I wash his cock and balls. After I rinse
them off I slip his cock into my mouth and run my tongue round the
inside of his foreskin. He likes that. Then I turn my attention to his
legs. God I'd go to bed with him just for the thighs. They are big,
thick and sexy.
When I get to his feet I get him to turn round and I begin working my
way up his back. Surprisingly enough there is no protest when I wash
out the crack of his ass. I hold his cheeks apart and put my face
between them. He hisses slightly as I kiss his ring, so I go on to rim
him properly.
"You're a dirty bastard," he says, as my tongue enters him.
When I'm tired I stop and point out that it is no worse than eating
pussy. I wash his back. It is broad and muscular. I reach round and
grasp his cock, it is hardening again.
"If I suck your cock, will you cum in my mouth?"
"Yes!"
"Good."
"You mean the last time you weren't mad at me?"
"Nah, but then you thought I was straight. If I had got in your cab and
said 'Hey mister can I suck your cock and swallow your load?' you'd
have chucked me out in the rain, wouldn't you?" I ask, as I stroke his
meat back into a more interesting state.
"I suppose so," he says.
I scoot round the front of him and get my mouth round his cock. It
takes forever to get him to an orgasm and when he finally gets there I
don't try to get him to hold back. True to form he has two handfuls of
my hair to make sure I can't escape as he dumps his load in my mouth
again. He is way down on volume but at least I get to savour the taste
at my leisure this time. I look up at him as I run it round my tongue.
He is watching me with a mixture of lust and disgust on his face. I
swallow and release his cock.
As I stand up he walks out of the shower without a word. I wash myself
and get out. By this time he is dry and getting dressed.
"Come on, we want to be early for dinner," he says and pats my bum.
He is beginning to piss me off, he is a very selfish lover. My
discontent must be showing on my face because he grabs me and hugs me.
Then we are kissing again. He runs his hands over my buns then his
finger is in me.
"You're a great fuck," he says as he breaks the kiss.
I have got an erection and he looks at it with a grin.
"Did I do that?" he asks, and for some reason I blush.
"You'll get more after dinner, if you're a good boy," he says.
I get dressed and we go to the restaurant. It is a buffet and you just
help yourself. I like this as I can get exactly what I like and leave
off the stuff I don't. We find an empty table and take it. He wolfs his
food down, but fortunately someone has trained him to use a knife and
fork, so I'm not too embarrassed by dining at the same table as an
animal.
While I eat I look around. The other diners are all male, and mostly
above 40. There is one young lad sitting with a guy who is in his
forties. We make eye contact and grin. He looks at my trucker and cocks
his head to one side, questioningly. I roll my eyes and he giggles.
After a while he comes over to our table.
He asks me, in Dutch, if I speak Dutch and I say that I do. The lack of
response from my new chum and the look of disbelief at me speaking
Dutch confirms that he doesn't. The kid asks me if I fancy a swap, I
decline. We chat for a while discussing the merits and shortfalls of
our respective bedmates for a while. At no time do we look at them,
then I tell him my telephone number in Amsterdam and we pencil in a
date for the following weekend. He returns to his table.
"You can speak the lingo?" he asks.
"I'm bilingual in Dutch and English. My father is Dutch and works for
Shell Oil. So we moved around a lot, currently he's in Aberdeen. My
mother is English so my brother and I were brought up bilingual from
the start," I say.
"What were you talking about?"
"See the guy he is sitting with?"
"Yes."
"He is fucking the ass off the kid."
"No shit."
"Yup and he was asking me if I fancied changing partners."
Food gets sprayed everywhere.
"However I declined."
"What else did you tell him?"
"I said you had a big cock and fucked like a rabbit," I lie.
His face is now red enough to stop traffic. Clearly he doesn't like his
performance being discussed.
"Do you do this run regularly?"
He nods.
"You might be able to pick him up then. I didn't bother to tell him
you're straight."
"He thinks I'm gay?" he hisses.
"Yes, just act your normal self and he'll never suspect a thing," I
say, cheerfully.
"You're having me on."
"You'll never find out if I am or not, unless of course you get him in
the back cabin of your rig sucking your cock. Then he might tell you."
He laughs nervously and changes the subject. After dinner we go into
the bar and he actually puts his hand in his pocket and buys the beer.
We drink about 3 and then he nods towards the door. We leave and go
back to the cabin.
"Strip," he says as he closes the cabin door.
Naturally I get naked as fast as I can. He strips slowly and
threateningly in front of me. Like me, he is as hard as a rock. He
takes his cock in his hand and strokes it menacingly. A shiver runs
right through me and I lick my lips.
"On your hands and knees on the bed."
I obey and feel my buns being parted by two callused hands. What
happens now comes as a complete surprise, he rims me. Nothing tentative
about it either, his tongue is right inside me. I wriggle my butt in
appreciation.
"Fancy a 69?" I ask.
In a couple of seconds we are both rimming each other furiously. God,
this is a turn up for the book, I've never had a straight guy rim
before. Eventually I slide round until I can get his cock in my mouth
and start to work my magic there. After a while he breaks off.
"I want to fuck your ass,' he says, and there is a note of urgency in
his voice.
"Then you'll have to fight me for it,' I say.
As fights go, it should be very one sided, he is bigger and stronger
than me. But all I have to do is make sure he can't get it into me,
while he has to either be very fast or totally immobilise me. As he is
no expert in butt fucking the first option is out and I'm a wiry little
bugger who is hard to pin down. We wrestle for a while and finally end
up on the floor.
At one point he has my head in a scissors lock. This does bugger all
for his quest to get his cock in me, but with those thighs round my
ears I'm delirious. I begin to tire and eventually he pins me to the
floor. It is all over bar the shouting and soon I feel his hardness
being thrust into me.
I sigh blissfully as he sinks the full length of it back into me. It
feels good to be fucked after a fight. I relax totally and let him
pound me into the deck.
"Get on your hands and knees," he orders.
He holds my hips as I change position so there is no danger of me
escaping. The hands stay on my hips as he resumes reaming out my ass.
He is nowhere near as randy as the last time and thus he is in no rush
to reach his climax. This is fine by me I can enjoy the feeling of his
cock churning my guts around for a while.
"Jack yourself off, I want to feel you cum again."
Christ, if I even touch my cock I'll cum, but I'd better do what the
'real man' tells me. I pull my pecker and feel the rush of my
approaching orgasm. Suddenly I'm spraying the carpet with my cum.
"Yes!" he cries, as my ass goes into spasms on his plunging cock, "keep
it up!"
Now I can't keep an orgasm going but I can do a lot of tricks with my
ass, so I give him the works. It only takes a little while then I feel
the urgency come into his thrusting and at last the dam breaks. His
cock is hosing down my innards with ropes of his cum. God, I can
actually feel him pumping it into me. When he is finished we collapse
onto the cum covered carpet.
Again I listen to the other truckers moving outside in the corridor.
God, if they only knew what was happening on this side of the door. His
once raging manhood is lying limp inside me and even more of his seed
fills my ass. He pulls out slowly and I am rather relieved to have his
weight off my back as the cabin floor is steel under a thin layer of
carpet.
For a third time we get in the shower together and I wash him again. He
ends up holding me as we kiss and I get to play with those buns of his.
They are so powerful I'll bet he could crack walnuts with them.
Drying off is a bit difficult as we have already used all the towels
once, but we manage. He produces a bottle of whisky and pours two
glasses. We retire to bed to snog and drink whisky. About 10pm we kill
the lights and snuggle down, as best we can, in the narrow bunk. I
spend the night being held against his semi-hard cock.
I wake up in the dark, confused, then remember where I am and who I'm
with. I fumble for my watch and then spend ages finding the tiny button
on it that back lights the LCD display. It reads 6am, this is the true
time as I put it on an hour as soon as we boarded. He is still sound
asleep so I work my way down the bed and ever so gently slip his almost
hard cock into my mouth.
This is fun. I start slowly and stop every time he seems to be waking.
After about 5 minutes he is rock hard and feeding me precum. I now
begin gently stroking one or two of the hotspots on his thighs, balls
and cock. His hips begin to thrust and all of a sudden he wakes on the
verge of an orgasm.
Before he can get his bearings I go in for the kill. So, while he is
trying desperately to figure out where he is and what is happening to
his cock, I'm enjoying breakfast in bed. He is too confused to grab my
head so I get to milk his cock at my own pace. He produces a goodly
load, so with a bit luck I might get one more fuck out of him before we
dock.
"What the Hell?" he says.
"I was hungry and fancied a snack," I say, scooting up and into his
waiting arms.
"You smell of cock and cum," he says.
"First class cock and first class cum, nothing but the best for me."
He hugs me and we start kissing again. He doesn't seem to mind the
taste of his own cum. We pass a happy hour enjoying each other's
bodies.
"Fancy a fuck?" he whispers in my ear.
I don't think that I have ever turned one down, but he doesn't know
that.
"Which position?" I ask.
"If you were a girl, I'd fuck you up against the wall."
"Even though I'm a boy you can still do it. Come on and I'll show you."
I grab my depleted stock of KY and we go into the shower as there is a
bit more room in there. I grease us both up again. He picks me up like
he did the evening before and this time I use one hand to hold onto his
neck while the other one helps his manhood zero in on my back door.
"Christ," he says, as I sink onto his boner, "I didn't think this was
possible."
I make eye contact and give him the lustful look again. The magic works
and he starts jabbing into me.
"Don't look at me like that."
"Why not?"
"It isn't right for another guy to look at me like that."
"But it makes you want to fuck me, doesn't it."
This gingers him up a bit and I am in the happy position of clinging
onto the man who is ravishing my ass.
"I want to feel you fuck me properly," I whisper in his ear.
His grip on me tightens and his thrusts become more frenzied.
"I want you to use me."
Wow, did that line ever work! We'll be waking the neighbours soon.
"I want to feel you shoot your load deep inside me."
He groans and I start to jack myself off. Considering I have already
done a blow job and I'm in the middle of a rather erotic fuck, I last
quite a long time, almost 10 seconds.
My ass contracts and casts its spell on his thrusting manhood. He
kisses me passionately as he surrenders his seed into my custody. I
twitch my ass mercilessly, drawing every last drop out of him. His
strength surprises me I half expected us to end up on a heap on the
floor. Presently he lowers me to the ground and, reluctantly, I let him
slip out of me.
We shower in silence and then dry off, dress and head up for breakfast.
He seems to be in a sort of shock. I expect that his usual tricks do
not hang around until breakfast and are not so co-operative in the sack
as I am. Breakfast over we return to the cabin to pack, but end up
kissing instead.
"God, I wish you were a girl," he says.
"If I was a girl, you would be trying to put as much distance as
possible between us and I would most likely be pregnant," I point out.
He has the grace to smile at this.
"Do you use this ferry a lot? I'm on it twice a week these days."
"Look, it was fun, I enjoyed it. You are great in bed, but, we are
ships that pass in the night," I say.
This hits him hard. I don't think he has ever tried for a relationship
before and total rejection has taken the wind out of his sails.
"You never want to see me again?" he says, sounding genuinely hurt.
"Look, you are straight. Soon you will get the nesting urge and look
for a wife to give you kids. If I'm still there it'll be one of two
things. Either I get given the heave, or you try to keep me on as a bit
on the side. Now wives, as a group, tend to take exception when their
husbands park their private parts in other people, even if they are
other guys. So no, I don't want to start anything with you," I say.
There is a long silence while we pack.
"I'm not looking for a wife," he says, sullenly.
"Not yet, but by the time you are 30, you will be."
"What makes you think that?"
"If I really was a girl, would you marry me?"
"Yes!"
"See what I mean?"
I kiss him one last time. He looks as if he is about to cry. I suppose
that I should feel like a bit of a heel, but I have only done to him
what he has done so many times to others. Maybe he will learn from the
experience and look a bit further than his own pleasure. I pick up my
bag and open the cabin door.
"But, I don't even know your name," he says
"Sorry love, but this time, you were the one who was taken for a ride."
The End.
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