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I always knew Billie was gay -even when he was a very young age -
but seeing him there in the sleeper cab of that truck sucking off
a driver made it all too real.

I watched it all from the passenger seat in the cab while the
driver watched me.  I'd taken off my blouse and pants and was
busy undoing my bra.  I was humiliated - but doing what I had to
do to not freeze to death.

I'd sworn to myself when I'd run away from home that I'd never
strip or turn tricks, and here I was doing one and watching the
other.

Outside it was somewhere below freezing and Billie and I had
talked our way into this truckers cab based on selling him a
little pot to help him take the edge off while he waited out the
storm.  It wasn't enough money to get shelter or food for
ourselves and when we broached the idea of bunking with the
trucker his first offer was that I do the one sucking him off,
but Billie knew it wouldn't fly.  Lots of truckers had made
similar or better offers.  So far I'd held my ground.

Billie sensed the truckers need though, and said he'd do the
honors if it would keep us inside and warm, and the trucker was
intrigued but not sold.   Having me strip down to my panties
(he'd asked for more) plus Billie's mouth got us a warm place to
sleep for the night and breakfast in the morning.  It didn't get
us  a ride back to town - which was what we really needed - but
that would come later.

If all Billie had done though was blow the driver, I wouldn't
really have thought less of him.  It would have been weird, sure,
but I'd seen him do some weird things before with men and we were
in a world of hurt and needed help.  What made this different,
though, was how much he was enjoying it.  Not the trucker -
Billie - as he went to work on the truckers cock his own zipper
was swollen like a circus tent.

I removed my bra and sat it on the driver's seat and felt his
eyes rape me as he put his hand on the back of billie's head and
pushed down.  The smirk on that old man's face let me know that
the lust in his eyes was for me.  The way he used Billie's hair
to direct him up and down was cruel and meant to be demeaning
though Billie was absolutely humming with the excitement of it
all.

As the old man summoned me and reached out to paw my breast, I
felt the tears swell up in my eyes, and recoiled.  That wasn't
part of the bargain and he knew it.  He laughed, give me a kissy
face and told me that he wanted me to spread my legs apart. (That
part unfortunately had been.)  Spreading my legs gave him a view
as my underwear were old and thread worn. I am sure he was
pleased.

I tried to keep my emotions in check as it wasn't hard to see
that this animal was enjoying my embarrassment and discomfort.
If I would have had any choice, I'd have grabbed my stuff and
been out of there for good but this was the second big storm in
the area in a week and the backlot was pretty much deserted.
Most of the drivers had chosen to hole up at a nearby hotel.

So I just sat there and felt myself degraded and ignored his
periodic requests for me to do lewd things to myself.  He was
just pushing my buttons though.  He didn't try to change the
bargain.

Eventually, Billie's work had his attention enough that he lost
his taste for torturing me with his eyes and words and focused in
on the boy's head bobbing up and down in his lap.

I had watched something like this a few times in the last year -
if basically living around truck stops gave no other
opportunities, there was always the chance of watching tricks
going down in the parking lots.  I'd even been paid good money to
sit and watch once and so I was ready for the stupid scrunched
faces, the gasps for breath.  I'd seen it before and this was no
more or less disgusting.

Then I glanced down and saw that Billie's pants were wet in
front.
It was not enough for him to have pissed himself though if he had
I wouldn't have been surprised.  The driver had been practically
choking him with his cock and more than once I'd had to plead
with him to back off and a man chocking to death could be
forgiven for losing control of his bladder.  There just wasn't
enough moisture there.

No, Billie had definitely jizz'd his pants.  He was still hard,
but the stain was evident.  I was disgusted.

Finally, our evenings host popped his cork and Billie wasn't
given a choice whether or not he would swallow or spit courtesy
of the two rough hands holding him down for a long while.   The
unmistakable smell of paid for sex was in the air - sweat, spunk
and desperation.

The hands were finally withdrawn and Billie was given permission
to leave though remarkably he lingered.  When he did withdraw his
face was wet with saliva and a few tears.   The pearly sheen of
semen wasn't evident, though it's hard to be sure.

No one spoke.  Billie and his new friend curled up in the
sleeping area while I reached for my bra and began re-dressing in
the same clothes I'd worn for a few days.  The driver motioned
for me to join them in the back, but we both knew I wasn't having
that.  I made myself as comfortable as I could in the seat and
settled back for the night.

Somewhere before dawn I heard sounds from the back that told me
both men were awake and active, though I pretended to sleep
through it.  At least no one asked me to take my clothes off
again.

At morning, we were dumped out of the truck cab $60 dollars
richer as payments, and carrying a supply of cigars, a half pint
of whiskey and a few other items I had managed to steal
overnight.  I usually wasn't a thief, but that night I was.
Because Fuck him.

It might be hours or even days before the driver detected
anything missing, but he would probably realize soon I'd pulled
some fuses under the dashboard. While removing them, I fantasized
about the idea of this asshole stranded on the side of the road
negotiating with another heartless trucker and the trucker
telling him that in order to save his ass he would have to give
up a piece of it.

Billie and I didn't talk over breakfast nor again most of the
day, and when we did it was about how we had simply did what was
necessary to survive, though we both knew something bigger had
happened.