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 A Trucker and a Boy : by (c) Hamilton Joyce

   'You keep your cab clean.  Some are disgusting.'

   'You know a lot of truckers' cabs then, Fiona?'

   'Oops!'

   She turned to face him and he thought she looked very feminine,
everything about her except her cock, now limp and satisfied.

   'You've a great body, Murdo.  I like strong men.' She was tracing
patterns with her scarlet finger-nails through the black hair of his barrel
chest and flat belly.  She caressed his bicep and he flexed it for her. 
'Ooh!  Your arm is as thick as my thigh.'

   'And I like your bod, too, sweetie.  Slender and feminine.  I expect you
look real boyish when you're not "dressed".

   'I do, hun.  You like boys then?' She turned on her side, her back to
him.  She knew her legs and arse were her best, most feminine features.

   'You bet!  And I love the way these straps frame your arse, Fiona.' He
lifted one of her white satin basque's suspender straps and let it snap
back against her flesh.  'Where did you get this tan?'

   'In the park.'

   'But it's all-over!'

   'So?  There's some quiet spots in the town park.'

   He was caressing her bottom now.  She lay over a bit onto her belly so
he could reach more of it.

   'You gonna fuck me again?'

   'Hope so.  That was great.'

   'The best?'

   'Very nearly.'

   'Only nearly?'

   'Yeah.'

   'Tell me about the very best you ever had, and then perhaps you'll have
warmed up again to fuck me.'

   'You'll have to promise never to tell anyone.'

   'Illegal?  Oh goody!  I love that sort of thing.  I promise.'

   'Well it was in the truck I had before this one, an old Foden.  I had
just got through Kettering crossing from the A1 to the M1.  There's a
pull-in there and I decided to take a half hour break before hitting the
motorway.  About a truck length into it, I was down to about 15 mph, and
there was a vision standing there, thumb out, a real angel.'

   'Oooh!  Tell me more!'

   'It was a boy in school uniform, you know black blazer, grey shorts,
tie. He was blonde, and had the sweetest face you ever saw, all peaches and
cream.  I hit the brakes, and he smiled at me, the nicest shy grin you ever
saw.  I don't usually pick up hitch-hikers, but this one I just had to.'

   I opened the cab window.  "Where you headed son?"

   "Scotland."

   "Hop in then."

   He only had a plastic Tesco bag, and I told him to stow that it the
locker in front of him, and that I needed a half-hour break but we would be
on our way then.  I offered him a sandwich and a cup of tea from my
thermos, but he said he had just had some before leaving home.

   "Not come far yet then?"

   "I lived in that village over there." He waved his hand in the direction
of a Bovis Estate sort of place a few hundred yards away.

   "Lived?"

   "Yes.  I'm going to live with my Gran in Scotland."

   "Been waiting long?"

   "Just arrived.  Yours is the first lorry."

   I realised I had a runaway here, and was tempted to put him back on the
tarmac there and then.  They might come looking for him, making what I
intended all the more risky.  But he really was so, so, so very
good-looking!  And he had not been there long enough for anyone to have
seen him at the lay-by or worse still getting into my cab.  As we chatted I
found he was fourteen and was indeed running away from an abusive, violent
and drunken mother.  I decided to make my pass at him, my cock doing my
thinking for me as usual!

   "Where in Scotland?"

   "Kirkaldy."

   "Show me on the atlas.  There, in the locker."

   I rested my hand on his thigh as he leafed through the book, and felt my
cock stiffening at the feel of that firm, smooth flesh.  He found the page.
I was in luck: just south of Dundee where I was taking this load of
cigarettes.  Not out of my way at all!

   "It's a lot out of my way, but I could take you there." I tightened my
grip on his thigh.  "I'd want something in return, Kenny."

   "??" He looked at me enquiring.  I moved my hand up his thigh, under the
leg of his shorts: the flesh felt warm to my touch and as smooth as silk.
Two inches further would be his little-boy cock and hairless balls.

   "Sex, Kenny.  I would want some cock-fun with you."

   "I've never....."

   My hand had found the cotton of his underpants now, resting half on his
flesh and half on the soft fabric.  I only wear overalls when driving,
nothing underneath, and my cock was making a good-sized tent in the denim.

   "That's all right.  I'll show you.  It's great.  You'll love it.  Every
guy does.  Better than wanking!"

   "I don't know....I've heard the boys talk about cock fun but..."

   "All the way to Kirkaldy in one lift.  Be there by tomorrow....And
you'll love it.  Everybody does it when they are grown up." My hand now
over his cock, little-boy cock, soft still.

   "OK then.  But stop if I want to stop."

   "Take your shoes off and hang your jacket up.  Then up into there." I
pointed at my bunk cabin above our heads.  I put my hands under his arse to
give him a heave as he scrambled up, a lovely firm arse!  I drew the
curtains round the cab in case by chance a mate noticed me parked up and
came round for a chat.  Closed curtains is a sacrosanct sign a guy does not
want to be disturbed.  As I unlaced my boots I remembered that afternoon
years before when the Reverend Hackett had invited young Murdo McPherson
back for tea and biscuits after Saturday choir practise.  I knew from the
other boys' nudges and winks and from references to 'cock fun' that sex
would be involved but exactly what and how I had no idea.  I expected young
Kenny would be feeling all the emotions I felt that afternoon: I had been
about his age.  Excitement at being introduced to the adult world of
pleasure, but guilt at feeling aroused.  Fear of the unknown, and yet shame
at being afraid.  My cock was leaking precum and making a dark damp patch
on my blue denim: I hoisted myself up to the sleeping cabin.

   Kenny was laying on his back, propped against a pillow.  I undid the
buttons on the straps of my overalls and let the front fall down exposing
my chest before I lay beside him.

   "This is cozy, young Kenny." I pulled him onto his side, close to me,
enfolded him in my arms and kissed him on his lips.  I could feel him tense
and fearful, and his lips stayed firm closed.  I loosened his school tie,
removed it, and pulled his white shirt from the waistband of his trousers.
As I kissed him again, I felt him relaxing a bit and was able to slide my
tongue between his lips at the same time as I could slip a hand up his
shirt to feel his back.  It felt smooth and flawless, and his arm was
around my back now, his hand on my hairy shoulder.  He opened his mouth and
kissed properly, and I felt his tongue enter my mouth.  Progress!

   I fiddled with the buttons on his shirt and managed to undo two at the
neck, enough for me to pull it up over his head and join his tie at the
foot of the bed.  He was all I could hope for, a sexy vision, tanned, slim
and hairless, just beginning to get muscle in his shoulders and arms, but
still with that sexy slender boyishness.  His nipples were tanned brown and
I kissed one of them, and then licked and kissed the other till both stood,
hard little nubs.  I took him in my arms again and his half-naked body felt
warm against my hairy chest as we held each other tight and kissed.  I
thought I could feel him stiffen down there, pressed against my belly, and
certainly he was combing the thick hair on my back and shoulders with both
hands, caressing me just as I was stroking his smooth and flawless suntan.

   I pulled my overalls down and off, and enjoyed the look on his face when
he saw my cock, rearing up like some space-rocket from its mat of bushy
black hair.  I guessed he had never seen an adult erect cock.

   "Nice?"

   "Jesus!"

   But I was undoing the belt on his shorts and pulling his shorts and
underpants down together.  There he was naked.  He had a deep tan, but a
triangle of white skin that framed the prettiest little cock, and white
balls.  There was a light fringe of blonde hair at the base of his cock,
but his balls were still hairless.  I cradled them in one hand, and held
his cock with the other: it was white, perhaps five inches, and like
everything about him slender.  I pulled the foreskin down and his knob was
a lovely shining pink.  I took his hand and placed it on my cock.

   "It's huge!"

   "It's a man-sized cock, Kenny.  They are all like this and yours will be
in a few years."

   I would have liked to caress him, learning the contours and textures of
his young body, but knew that it would be best to strike while the iron was
hot, to have him while he was compliant: young boys can change their minds
so quickly...  So I trailed my tongue down over his belly, took his knob
between my lips and let the whole shaft enter my mouth, until my nose and
chin rested on that fine golden pubic hair.  I fluttered my tongue against
the front of the shaft where it is most sensitive, and sucked with a warm
and wet mouth.  I think I was holding his hips.

   I heard him groan with pleasure, and felt his body relax, all tension
cured by the magic of a mouth on his cock.  His hands were on my shoulders.
I started to blow him properly, bobbing up and down on him as his cock slid
in and out of my mouth: I could take his boyish five inches with no
difficulty.  More moans, and his little hands on my head, guiding it and
making the rhythm of my movements coincide with his own needs.  He was not
far from coming, and his hips kept raising to meet my mouth.  I let a lot
of saliva drip down the cock and onto his balls.  I dabbled a finger in
this and used it to lubricate as I slid my index finger into his tight
arsehole.  He flinched as I did so but there was no complaint, and the
rhythm of my sucking and the rising and falling of his hips was
uninterrupted.  I felt around inside him and found the the prostate, not
finger-fucking him, but pressing on it with the end of my finger with each
down-stroke.  More moans.  His hands clutching handfulls of my hair and
forcing my gobbling movements to be faster and faster.  Then the release of
his orgasm, and a small spurt of juice into my mouth.  I allowed my
movements to slow down and stop, but kept his cock in my mouth, and stroked
his flat belly while he stroked my head.

   "I never knew....It's better than...."

   "Better than wanking?  It sure is." I lay beside him, propped up against
the pillows.

   "Can I?" But his lips were already on my cock, kissing the slit with a
tentative gesture.  A thread of precum stretched between my knob and his
lips, and then his lips were around my knob and he was sucking.  As I
caressed his back and shoulders I could scarcely believe my luck: he was so
very pretty and sexy.  I held his head between my hands, fingers in the
fine blonde hair.  And he was sucking well, learning from what I had just
done to him.  He bobbed up and down on me faster and faster, and I felt
that I would come soon.  I wanted to make the moment last, but when he
slipped a finger up my arse that was just too much, and I spurted into his
mouth.  I expect he was surprised at the amount of cum...  I was real
excited...  but he gulped and swallowed it all and then lay there tranquil
as I had after sucking him.

   Laying side-by-side later, Kenny was feeling the muscles on my chest,
shoulders, and mostly my biceps.  I flexed an arm for him and he held it in
his tiny hand.

   "I want to have a body like yours when I'm big." He pushed at my pecs.

   "I exercise every day, and go to the gym for weight training."

   "I can see.  It's great.  Your arm is thicker than my leg.  But I do
some training too."

   He was beginning to get muscles in his upper arm and shoulders, but was
still slender and childish from the waist down.

   "Press ups?"

   "Yes mostly.  I do some every morning, and some pull-ups in the bedroom
door frame."

   "And you're getting some nice muscle too: that's all there is too it,
really." He flexed his arm for me to enjoy that tanned, firm flesh.  "But
you need to develop your belly, bottom and legs too.  There's exercises for
them as well, and you should keep a balance or you'll end up like those
swimmers, all arms and shoulders and no thighs!"

   "I'll get a book on it."

   "See if you can find a gym with weight training.  But you've a great
body for your age already.  And you're hard again!"

   "That's feeling your body, and your sexy body hair!"

   "I'll show you something else.  Put some of this on your cock." I
watched as he tipped baby oil into his cupped hand and rubbed it onto his
cock.  I turned on my belly and half knelt.  "Now stick it up me.  Fuck
me."

   "Won't it hurt?"

   "I love it!"

   He was too small of course to do much for me, but I have had men who are
as small as that.  And there was a certain amount of pleasure as he
penetrated me, and started to fuck.  Above all there was a perverse delight
in being fucked by a teenage boy, and a virgin at that.  Added to which
there was the knowledge that he could now scarcely object when I stuck my
cock up him later, as I intended to do when we parked up for the night. 
And he fucked me well: there is nothing like the energy of a teenage boy
going at it as hard and as eager as he can.  I felt his hands on my arse as
his thighs slapped into me, and finally he collapsed over my back as he
came inside me.

   "Here, wipe your cock on this." I passed him an old towel.

   "I thought it would be shitty.  It's not."

   "Can be sometimes...  all part of it, Kenny."

   ..........................................

   The boy had grown in confidence, and was even flirting with me as we
drove through the rest of the afternoon non-stop.  I kid you not!  He had
not put his shoes on again after our session in the cabin, and stretched
out, lounging beside me with his feet up on the fascia.  As he lay, almost
prone, his shorts had risen up so they were very tight over his crotch, and
I was treated to a long expanse of slender, tanned, teenage legs.

   "I think cock-fun is great, Murdo".  I could see his cheeky grin out of
the corner of my eye, but the motorway traffic was heavy and I had to keep
my attention on the truck ahead of me.  He rubbed his crotch, and it was
not absent-mindedly: he knew exactly what he was doing, and had exactly the
effect on me he expected.  The bulge in my overalls swelled as I became
hard again.  "It's better than wanking, and I'm going to have cock-fun from
now on, not wanking." I could see the shape of his cock under the thin
materials, and he rubbed it again.  "Can we stop and have a bit more?"

   "Nowhere to stop here, and anyway I want to be at our overnight place
before dusk." I also did not want to be emptied of cum before the main
event in the cozy darkness of the cab, when he would learn what 'cock-fun'
really was between a man and a boy.

   "Can I suck you while you drive then?" He reached over and felt my cock,
hard under the blue denim.

   "Not safe while I'm driving.  Anyway someone might see and then we'd be
in trouble."

   "I'll keep down low.  Please, Murdo.  Please.'

   He had undone the two buttons on my overall straps and the front fell
down, my cock-head just peeping out now.

   "Please." And before I could say anything else he was on the floor of
the cab, leaning over my lap, and sucking my cock.  I looked down at that
tousled blonde head bobbing up and down on me, and saw he had got his own
pretty cock out and was jerking away at it almost as franticly as he was
sucking.  I made myself concentrate on the driving, as he in turn drove me
towards another orgasm.  The tension, the excitement of danger, and above
all his pretty head and even more delightful cock....  well, it did not
take me long to come and I'm sure I filled his mouth with several spurts of
hot cum.

   He sat up on the seat again and fastened my overalls in place, then put
away his own cock.

   "I came too.  It's the taste of spunk and the silky feel of it in my
mouth.  It's so exciting that I just come like that."

   .......................................................

   We drove in almost total silence the next hour, till I turned into the
Truckstop.

   "This is our place for the night.  There's toilets, showers and a
restaurant, but most of all it's secure.  CCTV.  I need that as my load is
worth a million or two...cigarettes.  Cigarettes north and then whisky
south.  They trust me, and reckon I'm big and tough enough to put any
rogues off!

   "You're big all right!" He giggled at the innuendo.

   "But there is CCTV so we'll wait till it's good and dark, and you put
this anorak on when we walk over, with the hood up.  They are probably
looking for you already.  And don't look at the cameras!  And call me Dad,
and I'll call you Jamie.  Lots of truckers take their kids with them on
trips, so it'll seem natural and usual."

   "All worked out, Murdo.  You done this before!"

   "I wish!  I should be so lucky!"

   We waited till the dark which would dull the CCTV images, even with the
floodlighting, and Kenny played along well in the cafe, asking his 'Dad' if
he could have another burger, and me asking 'Jamie' if he wanted an
icecream.  I caught a few admiring glances from truckers who fancied a
blonde teen, but it was just ordinary male lust, no inquisitive suspicion.
We showered, but in separate showere...  no risks there either, however
tempting it would have been to have had him naked in a shower cubicle! 
There were other truckers about in the shower block too, so it was Dad and
Jamie again.  I had parked close to the toilets (one reason why I liked to
arrive early, about dusk), so there would be no difficulty slipping out
during the evening and night if we needed to.

   And then it was back to the truck for the main event.  I could sense how
eager the boy was: he did not yet know what I had planned for him. 
Probably thought it was another sixty-nine and another mouthful of hot,
slippery cum!

   As usual I checked the security of the truck, testing all the locks, and
by the time I was in the cab he was already in bed.  I quickly stripped
naked, and as I hoisted myself up to join him a drop of my precum fell to
the upholstered seat.

   He was waiting for me, laying naked on his back.  His face was one big
grin as he raised his arms and opened them to welcome me.  I lay on top of
him and felt his hands on my back as he hugged me and we kissed, a long,
passionate, wet kiss.  His tongue was in my mouth and I felt his hands
combing through the hair on my back.

   '"Not too heavy for you?"

   "I love it.  I love the feel of you, so big and strong."

   "And I love the feel of you, so smooth and firm."

   He giggled.  "My cock's firm too."

   "I know.  I can feel it pressing against me."

   This time I could take as long as I wanted, and I intended to enjoy his
body to the full, learning the contours and textures of it and fixing it in
my memory.  Who knows how long it would be before I had another teenage boy
to play with, and I doubted I would ever find one so pretty and so willing.
I mouthed his nipple, tanned a deeper brown than the rest of him, and
nibbled it, licking it into erection as a hard little point of passion. 
The other one too, closing my lips on it and even gently provoking it with
my teeth.  His chest was tanned and completely hairless, and I let my
tongue wander down over it, down towards his flat belly.  He giggled again
when I stuck the tip of my tongue in his navel.  This 'cock-fun' was
clearly fun for him.  He was just beginning to get pubic hair, and had a
fine fringe of hair at the base of his cock, not ash-blonde like his head,
but fine golden curls in a tiny triangle.  I combed my fingers through
them, and kissed them lightly.

   His cock was standing: in fact it seemed to be hard most of the time. 
Oh to be a teenager again when even the vibration of a truck engine or a
bus would be enough to make you hard and ready for it!  I did not intend to
suck him off, but could not resist uncovering taking that pink knob,
closing my lips round it, and letting the shaft glide into my warm, wet
mouth.  He sighed, contented, and thinking I suppose that this was to be
the main event of the evening.  He was wrong: I wanted his cute bubble
butt.

   So I turned him over on his belly.  The tan-lines on his bottom made a
lovely white triangle, the point leading down to the focus of my attention,
the crease and his arsehole.

   "You must have been sun-bathing all summer to get that tan..."

   "I go to the pool a lot, training for my diving and swimming."

   "you wear tiny little trunks...  speedos?"

   "Mmm."

   "I bet you look good in them.  Lotsa guys give you the eye?"

   "Some.  I know why now.  I didn't then."

   I spread his bottom cheeks, and there was his tight little anus, pinkish
brown against the sheer white of his thighs.  I could just make out the
back of his balls as he lay there tranquil.  I lay between his spread legs
and licked the length of his arse crease: I could smell the shower gel we
had used a few minutes ealier, and also a clean teenage boy scent from his
balls.  I licked his arsehole, pointed my tongue and slipped it into him,
reaming it round and round the muscle there, sliding it in and out.

   He giggled, and wriggeled his hips.  "What are you doing?"

   "I'm rimming you."

   I had stopped to speak.  "Don't stop.  It feels lovely!"

   So I spent the next minutes licking and kissing his arse, starting to
loosen it, while caressing and kneading his firm buttocks, running my hands
up and down his slender legs, and stroking his tanned back.

   "You have a lovely body, so smooth and firm."

   While we talked I was spilling some baby oil into my palm and slopping
it into his crease.  I dabbled my index finger it it and slipped the finger
up into him.  I turned him on his side, and lay beside him again while I
finger-fucked him.

   "There's a place in there.  You found it before too.  It's great when
you push it."

   "That's why men like being fucked in the arse.  That's why I wanted you
to fuck me this morning."

   "I want to see if I can find it."

   "OK." He took the bottle and oiled his fingers.  I felt his finger up my
arse again.  "Tell me when I'm right."

   He finger fucked me a bit, while I loosened him up with one finger.

   "That's it, Kenny.  Just there."

   "It's a sort of lump inside."

   "That's right.  Some men can come when you massage them there, nothing
else."

   "That's what you're feeling inside me?"

   "Mmm".  I slipped a second finger inside him.  "That feel ok?"

   "Sort of full."

   "I've got two fingers in you now." I stretched his anus by opening my
fingers a bit.  No complaints from the boy, and I felt him finger fucking
me with two fingers as well.  We went on like this for a few minutes in
silence because I was kissing him at the same time.  Then I decided he was
loose enough for the third finger.

   'Ouch!  That hurts!"

   "Try squeezing on me and then relaxing."

   I felt his arse grip and then relax, grip again and relax.

   "That's a bit better.  You want to fuck me, like I did last night...."

   "I certainly do, Kenny."

   "Don't hurt me, Murdo."

   I knelt him on the bed, his face in the pillow to muffle any sounds: the
next truck was only a few yards away.  His bottom was an inviting white
triangle to aim at and his back smooth suntanned flesh and when I parted
his arsecheeks his arsehole was a little pink rose: I had loosened him but
not completely opened.  My cock might have been designed for buggering
virgin boys.  I have a small knob which makes my prick almost pointed, but
it gets broader towards the base like a wedge.  So I had no real problem
getting my knob into him.  I placed it carefully and with a small push felt
it pass his sphincter muscle.  There was no protest and I guess it was
still smaller than my three fingers before.  It changed when I pushed again
and started to get the shaft up him.  There were protests.

   "That hurts!  No, Murdo.  Please.  It hurts.  No.  Please, please."

   I took no notice but pressed on till about half my cock was in.  His
anus spasmed and he gripped me so tight I doubt if I could have moved it.
That is a lovely feeling, when an arse really grips your cock, something
you can't get with a pussy.  The spasm passed and I forced it home till my
balls and pubic bone were pressed against that smooth white bottom.  He was
sobbing, but I stroked his back, as one might calm a frightened puppy: it
was in any case exciting to have that lovely, triangular, sun-tanned back
under my palms, so silky and smooth.  And I started to fuck him, in and out
with long, slow strokes.  He was sobbing, and sometimes his arse would go
very, very tight, but there were no more protests.

   I could have come so easily, but I knew it was important this first time
to make it last long enough for the pain to become mixed with pleasure,
perhaps even become replaced by pleasure.  There was a crisis, and I nearly
came, but I managed to control myself (good job I had come a twice earlier
in his mouth!), and the moment passed.  Now my cock felt like steel and I
was fucking harder and faster.  I could see the fine golden hairs on his
neck, and just had to run my tongue over them.  He smelt of the lemon
shower gel the truckstop provided.  For years after whenever I smelled that
scent I was reminded of Kenny and his pretty arse and back, and tousled
blonde hair, kneeling and taking my full length.

   The sobbing had stopped now and I was aware of little wrigglings in that
bottom under me, as his buttocks started to move in rhythm with my fucking.
My heart leapt: he was enjoying it!  I went at him harder now, as hard as I
would if it were one of my regular, adult sex-partners, and was rewarded by
sounds that were certainly little noises of pleasure, and perhaps even of
orgasm.  I could wait no longer and allowed myself to come, a huge,
balls-draining come, pumping spurt after spurt of cum into him.

   Later we rolled over on our sides, and his anus contracted to expel my
cock, only half-hard now.  I kissed his lips lightly in gratitude.

   "That was lovely, Kenny.  Best ever".

   He giggled.  "It was certainly my best ever!" A poor joke, but a welcome
one.

   "I hurt you a bit.  I'm sorry."

   "It hurt dreadfully at first, but later it was ok.  I'm sorry: I came
into your pillow.  It's all wet and sticky.'

   I took him in my arms and kissed him.  "That's wonderful".

   He looked at me enquiring, as if he had found a new kink in this
cock-fun thing.

   'No.  It means that it was good for you.  I so wanted that."

   We went to sleep in each other's arms, and no newly weds on their
honeymoon night could have been more loving!

   ..........................................

   He woke with the dawn, before me, and woke me up as he was putting on
his shorts.

   "I've got to have a piss."

   "Me too.  I'll come with you."

   I slipped on shorts as well...dungarees not convenient for pissing.  I
enjoyed standing beside him in the toilets, looking at his cock as he
pissed, and he was looking at me as well.

   "It's nice to be able to look openly.  At the pool I always try to look
sideways and see a guy's cock if I can.  And I know guys look at mine when
they get the chance."

   "You're a naughty boy, Kenny!  Hey it's cold here, let's get back in the
warm." We were not wearing shirts, and even at the end of the summer it was
crisp first thing.

   Laying together in the overhead bunk I could feel his cock hard even
through the layers of his and my clothes.  We lay kissing, naked from the
waist up, but still wearing our shorts.  I slipped a hand down the
waistband of his and grasped that little cock I had just been looking at in
the urinals.

   "Hey!  your hand is cold!"

   "Soon warm it up here!" I cradled his tight little ball-sack, and I
could indeed feel my hand warming up.  It felt incredibly hot down there,
inside his pants.  I grasped his cock again, and he giggled that infectious
little chuckle as he slid his own hand down into my shorts.  His was cold
too!  But I loved the feel of his soft-skinned fingers around the shaft as
we kissed and cuddled.

   "I want to fuck you again, Kenny."

   "I know..."

   "I'll show you another way..."

   He was already undoing his belt, raising his hips and pulling his shorts
down.  I stripped mine off quickly.  He was turning on his belly and
getting ready to kneel.

   "No, Kenny.  I'll show you another way." I turned him on his back again
and bent his legs up so I could see his pretty little anus.  It did not
seem to be too sore after the session the night before: a bit pinker
perhaps.  I spilled some oil into the crack, and rubbed some onto his
arsehole, slipping my finger in as far as the first knuckle.  Then I
presented my cock to it, and with just the slightest pressure I was in him
again, or at least my knob was.  He flinched, so he must have felt some
pain, but there were no protests this second time.  I sank down into him,
and felt his arms close over my back and his heels lock together behind my
bum.  I started to fuck him, long and slow sweeps of my cock.  It slipped
in as easy as it had at the end of our fuck the night before: he seemed
entirely relaxed.  I felt his hand slip between our bodies and realised he
was wanking as we fucked.  I lifted myself on my elbows to watch him his
fist slipping up and down that little cock in the same rthythm as our
bodies.  Oil had spread to it, and the pink knob gleamed.  I fucked him
harder, and watched a small spurt of thin cum stream up onto his tanned
chest.  It was too much for me, and I came too.

   .....................................................

   Driving North he teased me as he had the day before, his bare feet
resting on the dashboard, and his tanned legs within reach of my left hand,
though I was not willing to start caressing them while driving, however
sexy that would have been.  He was full of himself and could not stop
chattering.  I guess he was over-excited by his discovery of sex!

   "I wish you lived near me, Murdo.  Where do you live?"

   "Plymouth.  But, yes it would be good."

   "I liked calling you Dad in the cafe.  If you really were my Dad would
you fuck me?"

   "Probably not.  But lots of men would like to.  I tell you!"

   "I want to have lots of cock-fun.  I don't know how to get guys to do
me. I mean you can't just go up to a guy and say 'fuck me please, mister!'"

   "No that wouldn't be a good idea.  We're nearly at Kirkaldy, about half
an hour now." I was pulling into a shallow road-side lay-bye.  "Grab that
Atlas again, Kenny.  Look, we're on this road about here, and that's
Kirkaldy.  I'm sure they won't let a rig this size into the town without a
permit, so I'll drop you at this roundabout here.  It's only about a mile,
say quarter hour walk, from the centre.  OK?"

   "OK Murdo, and thanks.  But I'll miss you...."

   "The sex you'll miss!  Pass me that pad and pen.  Has your Gran got a
computer?"

   "Yes!"

   "Well, unless they've got net-nanny or something to stop you looking,
here's a couple of websites.  This one is a listing of all the places where
guys hang out to meet other guys for sex.  There are places all over the
UK, all over the world in fact.  Bound to be some near here.  And this one
has profiles of guys who want gay sex, and chat rooms where you can meet
them or message them.  And here's a couple I like with pics and videos,
especially guys with younger gays."

   "That's great.  My Mum had all those blocked on ours, but I'm sure Gran
would not know how to.  I was wondering how I could meet guys."

   "Don't forget your school-mates.  You should have some of them."

   "I'd rather have big strong guys..." Flirting again, blinkinking his
eyes, smiling, and feeling my pecs.

   "Take it from me, you have those pretty boys while you are young and
it's easy.  Or you'll spend later years regretting missed opportunities."

   "Do you, Murdo?"

   I laughed.  "No, Kenny.  I was terrible.  I had all the boys I knew when
I was your age."

   "Can we do it again, once more before you go?  Please!"

   "OK.  You've got me hard again, you young rascal.  How do you want it?"

   "Fuck me again, please, Murdo.  That's the best."

   In the bunk again, naked, I showed him how to ride me.  And that, Fiona
my sweet, really was the best fuck of my life.  I lay back against the
bedhead, my hands behind my head and watched his face as he sank down on my
cock, impaling himself.  He had been sparing with the baby oil this time,
using just a few drops to moisten my cock-head.  "I want to really feel
you, so I have something to remember," he said.  I saw in his eyes the
eagerness, the moment of doubt as my cock stretched his young arsehole, the
satisfaction as he sank down to rest his slight weight on my body, and then
the glint of excitement as his body began to register pleasure and he
murmured, "Yes!  Oh yes!  Yes!" I rested my hands one on each sun-tanned
hip and helped to raise him a few inches before he sank back again with a
gasp of delight.  Then he was fucking properly, bobbing up and down like
someone who had been doing it all his life.  I studied him unashamedly,
fixing the contours of his body in my mind, caressing his smooth, flat
belly, tweaking his hard little nipples, handling his little-boy erect
cock, but not wanking him.  That would be for later I hoped!  Despite the
balls-draining sessions of the past twenty four hours I was hyper-excited,
and I knew I would come too quickly.  And when he fell forward onto me,
pulling my head towards him to kiss me, I could not stop myself and came
deep inside him, his arse gripping my cock and his muscles there milking
the cum from me.

   I told him that it was lovely, and asked him if he wanted to fuck me
now.

   "I'd rather you sucked me again, Murdo, please.  That's if you don't
mind.  I mean, I'll fuck you if you want, but it would be good to be sucked
again."

   "Mind!  I'd love to suck you, Kenny." He lifted himself off me, and my
cock was not very shitty.  He lay on his back and I lay half on top of him.
His little cock was a delight, and I can still remember it, Fiona.  He held
my head in both hands and his fingers ruffled my hair as I bobbed up and
down on him, gobbling and sliding it between my lips with plenty of saliva
dripping down.  He was groaning.  I cupped his balls in one hand and he
raised his hips very slightly inviting my other hand to slip under him.  I
knew what he wanted, and dabbled an index finger in the spit and oil before
slipping it into his arse.  A big groan of pleasure now as I sought out his
prostate to press and pummel it.  Then the thin stream of boy-cum into my
mouth, and my gentle sucking to get the last of it, before we rolled apart.

   I made him dress carefully before we drove off the few miles to his
roundabout, where I duly dropped him off.  He looked so smart and sexy as
he waved, there in his school blazer in the sunlight, and I moved up
through the gears, pulling away.  He had given me his gran's telephone
number "in case you are ever through here.  We could meet in a lay bye..."

   'And did you ever meet him again?'

   'No, Fiona.  That had been a calculated risk and was worth it.  Anything
more would have been too risky.  I certainly thought about it, and finally
threw the scrap of paper away to make sure I wasn't tempted.'

   'Tempting it must have been.  And I'll forgive you.  I was a bit annoyed
to hear I was not your best fuck, but now I've heard I don't expect to
compete with a teenage angel!'

   'Nearly, Fi, nearly!'

   'You're hard again, Murdo.  Now I'll ride you like that little boy.  Lay
back and enjoy......'



   FIN