Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2013 05:38:18 -0800 From: Karl Subject: The Truck Stop Standard stuff. If you're under 18 stop reading this now. If you're over 18 enjoy. This story belongs to me. It is not to be reproduced in any form without my express written permission. This is fantasy. Please don't try to make this your reality. While there is a little kernal of truth here most of it is the way I wish it had gone. Sit back, get the kleenex ready. ******************************************* Waiting for Dad at the Truck Stop "Troy, C'mon," my mom yelled from the kitchen. 'Ugh', I thought as I pulled myself up from the floor in the living room. We had to go pick up my dad from the truck stop outside of town. He was a long distance truck driver and when he came home he left his 'rig' at the truck stop. I hated going out there. It was boring and the video games they had at the diner sucked. It was a 45 minute drive out there and I knew the only reason my mom wanted me to go was because she hated driving out there alone. On the way back I'd have to sit in the back seat and stare out the window while they talked. I walked into the kitchen and she headed out the door. I looked over at the 'list' of things that I was supposed to do later and was a little grateful I didn't have to do them right now. "Your father said he'd be in around 4:30," she said looking at her watch. "Mom, it's only quarter after three now," I said dragging along. "Well, what if he's early. I don't want him to be sitting there waiting for us," she said as she pulled out a cigarette and lit it. As we headed out of town toward the truck stop we passed the high school. I couldn't wait to go. They had a pool there and a huge lunchroom. Plus it was newer. I hated the school I was in now. The gym was small and kinda dark and the locker rooms were arranged in a way that you couldn't get in your locker without being right on top of the guy next to you. Lately that seemed to be bothering me more. I hadn't really noticed it until this last year. Some of the other boys in my class started getting hair and started making comments about 'stuff'. I was listening to my mother talk about some things that she and my dad were going to do once he got home but basically I was zoned out. I was thinking about my best friend Rick. I was having weird feelings when I was with him. We'd always done stuff together but lately he was hanging out with his older brother. I wasn't sure but I think they were smoking marijuana. I knew my mom and dad would kill me if they caught me doing anything like that so when he said he was gonna hang out with him I usually stayed home. I liked being friends with Rick. He was really funny and could talk to anyone. He was kinda nerdy but so was I. He and I could have been brothers. We were both sorta skinny. We both had blond hair. We both wore glasses. The only difference was that he could kick the snot out of anyone. He was more aggressive than I was and came to my rescue on more than one occassion. He said it was because he 3 older brothers who picked on him all the time. "Well, we're here," my mother said as she pulled into the truck stop. She drove around to the back where all the trucks parked and we looked for my dad's truck. Nothing. It wasn't even 4:00 yet. I sighed and slouched down in the seat. My mother lit another cigarette and pulled a paperback out of her purse. I was looking out at the trucks and wondering what was in all of them when my mother said, "Why don't you run in and get us a couple of cokes." She reached into her purse and handed me a $10 bill. I grabbed the bill and before she let it go said, "And I want my change back." Sighing I took the bill and got out of the car. "Can I play a couple of games of Pac Man?", I asked. "Yes, but bring me my coke first," she said as I started walking. I went inside and started to the counter. I saw the restroom and thought I might as well go while I'm here. I walked into the restroom to pee. I'd never been in here before. It was a little dark and smelled of cleaner. I looked over and there was a big stainless steel trough. I was going to go into one of the stalls but they were both busy. I debated whether or not to wait but decided I'd just go in the trough. I walked over and unzipped my pants. As I stood there peeing I noticed there was writing on the wall. There was all sorts of stuff about having a good time. Crude pictures of dicks squirting pee or something. As I stood there enthralled I was a little startled when a guy came in and stood a couple of feet down from me. He was obviously a truck driver. He was kinda big. He had on a t-shirt and jeans and had a cap on his head. I realized I hadn't peed yet and now that there was someone standing next to me I wasn't sure if I'd be able to. I looked out of the corner of my eye at him and watched as he unzipped his pants. Suddenly my stomach started feeling queasy. I watched his hand fish inside his jeans and pull out his dick. It wasn't like mine at all. It wasn't like any of the boys at gym. His was fat and long. He let it hang there as he peed. A steady stream of yellow came out of it and made a loud noise as it hit the metal trough. I was in awe. I didn't realize it but I was openly staring. The guy was reading the wall in front of him. I quickly looked down as he turned his head toward me. The sound of him peeing freed my bladder. I began to pee too. He stood there for a while longer. He started shaking his dick and the motion made me look over. He shook it a few times but he was staring straight ahead. I felt my heart start racing as I looked at the huge thing hanging from his pants. He cleared his throat and I looked up at him. He was looking at me. He smiled as he folded the big piece of meat back into his pants and winked at me. I felt my knees buckle. I had to get out of there. I hurriedly finished and zipped up. I didn't even wash my hands because he was at the sink. I just ran out of the bathroom. I was heading back to the car when I realized I didn't get the cokes. Oh god, I was going to have to go back in there. I turned around and started back to the counter. He was sitting in a booth with another truck driver as I stood there waiting for my cokes. I saw him lean over to the other guy and say something. Then I heard them both laughing. I thought I was gonna die. The waitress brought me my cokes and I paid her. I was heading out the door and the guy who was sitting with the truck driver was heading out at the same time. I could feel my face on fire as he held the door open for me. "Thank you," I whispered as I walked through. "Hey kid," he said as I walked by. I froze. He leaned in close and said, "You think he's got a big one. You should see mine." I felt my mouth go dry and I just kept walking. "I was wondering if you'd forgotten about me," my mom said as I came back to the car. I got in and gave her the coke and sat down. "I thought you were going to play a video game," she said as she took back the change. "I though you wanted your coke first," I said defensively. I was able to see the door from the car. We were facing it and I watched as the man who had held the door open for me got something out of his truck and headed back inside. I watched as he was scanning the parking lot. Then he saw me in the car. He smiled and winked. I was horrified. I quickly looked over at my mom but she was reading her book. I was in agony. I sipped at the coke and decided that it didn't matter what he thought. I was gonna play Pac Man. I turned to my mom and asked for some money to play. She reached into her purse and handed me a dollar. That'll keep you for a little while", she said knowing the game was 25 cent to play. I took the dollar and headed back to the truck stop. I was going to play Pac Man I told my self. It had nothing to do with the guy. As I walked in the first truck driver saw me come in and he leaned into his friend. The guy turned around and smiled at me. I pretended not to notice and went up to get quarters from the lady at the cash register. I could feel their eyes on me. I took the quarters from the lady and headed over to the Pac Man game. It faced the wall but the glass from the game allowed me to see behind me. I started playing and watched as the guy got up and stretched. He headed toward the bathroom. I didn't know what to do. I was so distracted that I lost the first game immediatley. I decided I had to go to the bathroom. I wasn't going in to see him. I had to go again. That was all. As I walked toward the bathroom the first truck driver smiled at me and continued to sip his coffee. I felt a hot flush on my face as I headed in. When I walked in I was disappointed. He wasn't in here. I thought for sure I'd seen him come in. Then I noticed the stall door open. He was standing with his back to me. I felt my heart sink. He looked over his shoulder and saw it was me. I watched as he started to do a slow turn. He had a big smile on his face as he turned to the side. He had a huge dick in his hand. It was hard! I'd never seen anyone elses hard dick in my life. I stood there and stared. He took it by the base and bounced it back and forth. My insides turned to jelly. I felt my own dick start to get hard. He nodded his head for me to come closer. As I stepped toward the stall he smiled big. "Wanna touch it?", he said holding it out. I stepped forward. "C'mon in before someone else comes in here," he said as he coaxed me in. I stepped into the small stall and he turned around so that he was facing me. I was in awe. It seemed huge. It was red and swollen and it was wet at the end. "Put your hand around it," he said as he stepped closer to me. I brought my hand up and put my hand around the hard, yet velvety tube. My fingers didn't quite fit around it. It wasn't like mine when it was hard. His was like a triangle almost. It was sorta skinny at the top and was really wide at the bottom. I moved my hand along it and he sighed. "You like that big dick little man?", he asked as he covered my hand with his own. I started to pull away but he pulled my hand back and again wrapped his hand around it. "Feels nice having a sweet little hand on my cock," he said in a gruff voice. "You know what feels better?", he asked looking down at me. I shook my head having now idea what he thought would feel better. "Feels better to have a sweet little mouth around it," he said pulling me forward. GROSS! I thought as he pulled my head toward his dick. "C'mon you little queer. I know this is what you want," he said as he pushed the head against my lips. I tried to pull back but he wouldn't let go of the back of my head. "Open up that sweet lil mouth," he crooned. "I promise," he said, "you'll like it a lot. All you have to do is put your lips over your teeth and let me put the tip in." I began to feel his hand pull my head forward again and I started to pull back. "Look," he growled, "Open up you little shit. I'm not gonna tell you again." I opened my mouth and he started to slide his dick in my mouth. I winced at the tang that his my tongue. "Cover your teeth with your lips like I told you," he said as he pushed more of it in my mouth. I felt my mouth stretch over his dick and suddenly it didn't seem nearly as awful as I thought it would. He moaned loudly, "Oh yeah. That's a good lil man." The grip on the back of my head eased as I started to bob back and forth on it. "That's it. See, I knew you'd be a natural," he said as he started moving his hips in rhythm to my bobbing. "Sorry I can't make this last," he said as he started stroking it. He started stroking faster and I started to pull away. "No, no, little guy. You get a reward for such a good job," he said stroking furiously. "Now open your mouth and hold stick your tongue out," he panted. "Such a sweet little mouth," he continued to grunt as he looked down at me. I started to look at him stroking when he said breathlessly, "Look up here at me and keep your mouth open." I did as he said and watched as the lust in his eyes grew. He was breathing hard and he had an evil look in his eyes. "Here it comes lil guy," he said as he stroked at a furious pace. "Now leave your mouth open and swallow it all. Don't spill any." 'Spill what?', I thought. Then he tensed up and I felt something thick and warm coat my tongue. I started to pull back but he grabbed my head and pulled it forward. I felt the stuff coating my throat and he groaned and held my head in place. "Now swallow it all up," he said holding my mouth closed. I swallowed and felt it slip down my throat. It didn't taste as gross as it felt. He continued to breath hard and looked down at me. "Kid, you're a natural," he said as he stuffed his half hard meat back into his pants. I didn't know what to do as he unlocked the stall door and stepped around me. He reached in his pocket and handed me $5. "Play a game on me," he said as he went to the sink and wiped his face off with a paper towel. I stood there with the $5 in my hand and watched as he left the bathroom. It was only then that I realized my own dick was hard as a rock. I closed the bathroom door and unzipped my pants. I started stroking my dick the way he had. It felt wonderful and I bet a mouth would feel really good on it. **************************************** I hope you enjoyed the story. Please remember Nifty.org needs our help. 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