Diary of a Teenage Hunk 14 (mm)
by Peterbilt
The Diary
At The Truck Stop
Stopped by the truck stop to get something eat, when I went back to the restroom there was a guy going into the showers, he sort of motioned for me to come in with him. I did. I got in the shower with him and fucked him....after I sucked his cock. Another guy came in and figured out what we were doing and when I got out of the shower stall, he wanted me to come in his stall. I fucked him too.
At The Truck Stop
It was getting late and Brandon was hungry. His Dad wouldn't be home and he hated being home alone and eating by himself, so he pulled into the truck stop. Inside he wandered around and checked the place out. Truck stops held a strange attraction for Brandon, with trucks coming and going from all parts of the country and converging on one spot where the truckers could meet and talk and find some camaraderie before venturing back on the open road. He was in the back where the showers and restrooms were located and decided to go to the restroom before he ate. Down a short hallway the restrooms were on the left, the door leading into the showers was on the right. He took a piss and as he was coming out of the restroom a trucker was coming down the narrow hallway, carrying a small bag. They looked at each other and it looked like a tight smile started to come across the man's lips.
Brandon instinctively slowed his step to let the man pass. Two steps later he paused and glanced over his shoulder. The man had paused at the door leading into the showers. Their eyes met and the smile finished coming across the man's lips. He nodded toward the door. Brandon stood there for a moment as the man slowly went through the door. He hesitated a moment longer then walked back down the hallway. He looked around and pushed on the door, his curiosity piqued. He had never been to a truck stop that had showers for the truckers.
Inside there was another hallway with dressing benches in the center and three shower cubicles on each side. There was a clean towel hung on the outside of each door. The man who had just entered was down at the end, one foot cocked up on the bench, unlacing his boots.
"How're you doing?"
"Okay," Brandon answered.
"Better start taking off your clothes, otherwise you'll be loitering," the man said.
"I don't think I should be in here," Brandon said.
"That's right. That's the reason you need to be taking off your clothes, like you're gonna be taking a shower." He had pulled off his boots and socks and was pulling his shirt out of his jeans.
"Which stall?" Brandon asked as he quickly peeled his shirt off over his head.
"Number three, right here," the man said, nodding to the door right in front of him.
"Are there supposed to be two in a stall?"
"Nobody'll know if you don't make any noise. You hang your clothes here on number six."
"What about my wallet?"
The man pulled out a plastic bag from his overnight bag. "You put your valuables in here, take 'em in with you. If somebody comes in you go in number six till he leaves." He handed Brandon the plastic bag.
The man was down to his shorts and Brandon watched as he peeled them off and put them with the rest of his clothes. He watched him put his wallet, his watch and some money in a plastic bag. Then he opened the door to his shower. "I'll be waiting."
Left alone, Brandon hurriedly stripped off his clothes and put his stuff in the plastic bag. He heard the shower running in number three. He eased the door open.
The man reached out and held the door wide open for him and closed it behind him. He took the plastic bag and laid it up on a shelf beside his own then he stepped aside to make room for Brandon under the shower.
The shower stall was small, obviously made for one. Two men their size filled it up.
"Fuck, this is my lucky day," the man said as he began rubbing his hands over Brandon's body. "Fuck, kid, you're built nice."
"Thanks. So are you." He brought his hands up and began feeling the man's body. He was lean and tight, with just the right amount of hair on his thighs to look sexy, and an even sexier mat of trimmed hair on his chest and stomach.
"Never could pack on muscle like that, though. How old are you anyway?"
"Eighteen."
"I was skinny as a rail when I was eighteen."
"You're not skinny now. You're built lean and tight."
"Yeah, the ladies like that," he said, laughing.
"Bet a lot of guys like it too, huh."
"Do you like it?"
"Yeah," he said, as he rubbed is hands across the man's solid chest and harder abs.
"What do you like to do?"
"About anything."
"Great. How about you give me some head, then I'll go down on you, then you fuck me?"
"Yeah, that'd be okay with me," Brandon said. The man put his hands on Brandon's shoulders to urge him down. He had shyly ignored the man's cock except in his peripheral vision till now, when he was going to his knees. It wasn't hard yet but it was rubbery, thick and meaty, hanging out from his loins in a wide arch. Brandon took it in his hands, caressing it, and brought it up to kiss the head. He shrugged off the thought of how easily and willingly he had succumbed to the man's request to give him head. A few short months ago, it would've been the man on his knees, at least first. He took the warm cock in his mouth and sucked it back to his throat. With some determination he sucked it into his throat and pressed forward, forcing it deeper and deeper.
The man clasped his hands around Brandon's head. "Awwh, fuck, yeah, you're good!" he moaned.
Brandon sucked him through several near-hits, till the guy couldn't hold off any longer, and he pulled his cock back.
"You're getting me too close, can't hold off," he said, out of breath. "Let me have some of that big dick of yours." He pulled Brandon to his feet and went to his knees. "Damn! This is what I call a cock! Fuck, how'd you get it this big? I don't think I ever saw a cock this size. Shit, I don't know if I can even take it." All this as he was stroking Brandon's cock with both hands and kissing the head, licking off the precum.
"Take what you can handle," Brandon told him.
He sucked Brandon steadily, with the boy showing no sign of getting close. He managed to get him part way in his throat but he couldn't go all the way down on him after he got hard. At one point, he stopped and asked, "Haven't I got you any ways near close?"
"I'm pretty long winded," Brandon said. "Sure way to get me off is to use your fingers in my ass. That drives me up the fuckin' walls."
"You like to get fucked then?"
"Yeah, but you said you wanted me to fuck you."
"Yeah, let's do that. I know I can take you in my ass." He gave Brandon's cock a few more strokes then stood up and turned with his back to him, jutting his butt back. "Guess you'll have to use spit and soap. I'll turn the shower down so it don't wash off."
Brandon lubed up his cock then let a mouthful of spit land in the crack of the man's ass. He rubbed his cockhead between his butt muscles then pressed in to find his hole. He felt the heat of it and knew he was on target.
"Godd, this is gonna kill me," the man moaned as he jutted his butt back.
"You don't have to take it all," Brandon said, as he pushed forward.
"Fuck, yeah, I do. I would never forgive myself if I drove off knowing I didn't do that big beaut justice, and that means taking it to the hilt."
"Okay," Brandon said. He shoved through the hole. The man jerked his arm up and bit down on his forearm. Brandon paused.
"Geezuss!!" the man gasped, tossing his head back.
"You can change your mind," Brandon told him.
"No, I ain't changing my mind. I want it." With that he shoved back, forcing his ass to swallow the huge cock whole. The stall almost reverberated with his silent outcry. He clawed at the tile wall and tossed his head around and sucked in deep breaths as he worked through the pain.
Brandon held tight till he seemed to come down from it. "Okay?" he asked after a couple of minutes.
"Yeah," the man said breathlessly. "Yeah, fuck me. And you don't have to be easy. After that, I can take anything you dish out."
Brandon gave him what he wanted. He locked onto his hips and fucked him hard, using the full length and power of his cock. He couldn't tell if it was still hurting but it didn't matter. He thought the guy was liking it because he was jacking himself with each stroke.
"Motherfuck! This ain't gonna last long. You're mutilating my prostate with that big fucker."
"Sorry, I can ease off, but I don't think you want me to."
"No. Fuck me. Fuck my brains out. Godd, I ain't had a good fuckin' with a cock like this in months. Geezuss...ohhh...ohhh, Godd! How the fuck did you learn to do this so young? Ohh...Awwhwhh, yeah...fuck that ass, kid."
The outside door opened and Brandon quickly reached up and clasped his hand over the man's mouth; he didn't know if he'd heard the door. The man quieted down, nodding his head, and Brandon moved his hand. He kept fucking him, but slower. The rough, hard fuck was over. They had to be quieter.
"Any hot water left?" the other man asked.
"Yeah. Plenty," the man replied, his voice shaky.
There was the sound of another shower stall door opening and closing then the shower being turned on.
Brandon continued fucking the man but not as hard. He used long, easier strokes, driving his cock into the very depths of the man's ass. He didn't necessarily want to hold off. He thought he ought to finish and slip out of the shower stall before the other guy was finished with his shower. He leaned up on his toes – the man was taller than him – and whispered that he was going to work up his cum. The man nodded as he kept jacking himself.
Brandon fucked and the man jacked. Brandon reached around for his cock, took it in both hands. He fucked. He jacked. He worked at bringing on his climax, and the man along with him.
"You getting close?" he asked in a whisper.
"Make me feel it, you'll make me cum," the man whispered back.
He made him feel it. He knew he would. At the end he drove his cock up into the man's body as far as he could reach, standing on his toes, and let it cum. He could feel the stuff spurting out and washing back along the walls of the man's ass, back around his cock as more and more shot out.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" the man moaned softly. "Ohhhh, Godd, I can feel it! Ohh, fuck, kid...you're cumming like a pony."
After a moment the stuff had washed down the length of Brandon's cock and began running out of the man's ass.
"Geezuss, I'm overflowing! I can feel it running down my legs."
"You got somebody in there with you?" the other man asked over the shower spray.
"Naw, just humming to myself," the man said.
"Cause if you did, I want him over here when you get done with him."
"Wish I could help you, but it's just me."
"Well, I guess I'll have to jack it off myself, as usual."
Brandon didn't linger in the stall. When he was emptied, he pulled his cock out slowly. He reached down with a cupped hand to catch the semen that ran out, then reached around and rubbed it all over the man's chest.
"Wish I could've seen that," the man whispered.
Brandon quickly washed off and exited the shower stall. He dried off and began putting on his clothes. The man handed is plastic bag over the top of the door. Just then the other man came out of his stall.
"Hey, you left your...shower...running," he said, his words trailing off when he saw the hand reach over the top of the door.
Brandon shook his head and nodding back to number three, he whispered, "Naw he's still in there. He'll let you fuck him," he said as he pulled his T-shirt on.
"I would rather have some of what you gave him," the trucker said.
Brandon hesitated with his jeans. It was pretty quick but he felt a tingling in his balls at the man's words. He nodded. The man stepped back in the shower stall with his toilette bag and turned the shower on. He held the door open, waiting for Brandon to get naked again.
"Holy Fuck!" he gasped when he saw Brandon's cock, still fluffed up and rubbery from fucking the first trucker.
Brandon slipped into the stall and pulled the door closed. The man was on his knees before the door was shut.
"Fuck, this is nice," he whispered as he began sucking the big rubbery cock.
Brandon was hard in no time. The man stood and got some lube out of his bag. He lubed up his ass then squeezed some onto the head of Brandon's quivering cock. Brandon put one hand on the man's hip, expecting him to turn around and offer his butt. Much to his surprise, the man brought one leg up around Brandon's hip.
"Lift me up and I'll ride down on your cock."
Brandon held that leg in place around his hip and wrapped his arm around the man's waist so he could bring his other leg up. He wrapped his legs around Brandon's waist while Brandon held his cock for the man to sit on. When the connection was made, he penetrated himself and slowly rode down on it.
"Fuck, that was a long ride," he said breathlessly.
With Brandon's help, the man moved up and down on his cock. Brandon leaned back against the wall to steady himself and get in a firm position for the ride.
"Bounce up and down on the balls of your feet," the man told him.
He did, and the man stifled his squeals of pleasure.
"It's gonna be a long ride, I just blew a load," Brandon said.
"I'm a trucker, I'm used to long hauls. Fuck my brains out."
Well into the fuck, the other trucker came out of his shower. Nothing was said, even though the muffled sounds of sex could be heard coming from Brandon's stall.
They heard the first trucker leave. "Ohh, fuck, kid, you are good," the trucker said out loud. "My ass is gonna be sore for a hundred miles. Goddamn, I would like to take you with me. I could sit on your lap while I drive."
"Is that you in there, Radar, getting your ass plugged?"
They both froze. They hadn't heard anyone come in, unless he came in as the other trucker was leaving.
"I know that voice and those groans anywhere, Radar," the voice said.
"Damn, a man can't have any privacy anywhere," the trucker growled.
"You want privacy, take him out to your sleeper," the other trucker said. Then he said, "Let's see what you've got in there with you," as he tried the door.
"Is it okay?" the trucker whispered to Brandon.
"I don't care."
The trucker unlatched the door and it swung open.
"Motherfuck! Where'd you find him!?" the trucker blurted, his eyes raking over Brandon's naked, muscular body.
The whole time, Brandon never missed a stroke.
"Hey, can I come in there with you?"
"Do you care?" the fuckee trucker asked Brandon.
"I don't care," Brandon said. "But I'm gonna be pretty much fucked out by the time I finish with you."
"That's okay, he's straight. Or says he is."
"Yeah, kid, I don't get fucked. He does." He let his eyes rake over Brandon's body a moment longer. "But, damn, kid, if I was gonna turn gay, it'd be for you."
Walking back to his pickup on shaky legs, Brandon noticed and admired all the big rigs parked around the place. One day he would like to climb up and check out the sleepers. He wondered how many guys a sleeper would hold.