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I figured I would try a story from the opposite view of how my stories usually go. This is out of my comfort zone, but be brutally honest, I like criticism, good or bad. It helps. Characters are over 18.
All My name’s Bob. I’m a long haul trucker. Divorced, like a lot of us, it’s hard to keep a home life when most of your time is on the road. It ended as amicably as possible, I guess. Fortunately, there were no kids (Or child support) to fight over. Since most of my time is spent on the road, in my rig (Freightliner Cascadia), my “residence” is a studio apartment, over a friend’s garage. It ain’t big, but suits my needs.
Anyway, I was coming back from Washington, running empty, and stopped in a truck stop for a meal, and a shower. The shower relaxed me and three cups of coffee (some of the best I’d tasted on months) with my meal had me high stepping to the john. I stepped up to the urinal, and pulled out my business, and let it fly. I was painting the back of that urinal with a stream that would make anyone proud, when I happen to notice, out of the corner of my eye, what I initially thought was a girl. Couldn’t be, though, though, cause he/it, whatever was standing at a urinal, too. What really caught my attention was, he/it, whatever, was staring at my dick. Not just glancing, I mean a fixed stare.
Thinking I’d just embarrass him/it, I said, “ever seen anything like it, honey?” (I couldn’t resist) Well, he/it looked like I’d hit him/it, with a brick, and turned deep red. I had to laugh out loud. It was obvious that he/it didn’t MEAN to get caught looking. Well, being the asshole I’m known for, I added, “have yourself a feel düziçi escort of a real dick, instead of that little nub you got.” I hadn’t REALLY intended on doing anything, but I turned to him/it and waved my dick around, , pushing it up closer. He/it looked scared, and was stammering, apparently felt threatened, and took me seriously. I’ll be damned! Those little hands reached out and wrapped around my business. They were shaking, but the reaction was instant, I got as stiff as I’ve ever remembered.
This seemed to amaze he/it, and started stroking me. Well, NOW, I’m the embarrassed one, looking around to make sure no one else is in here, and can see this fairy giving me a hand job. My little joke got out of hand (no pun intended) real quick, but, the little head has no conscience. After a few seconds, I grabbed he/it by the collar, and pulled him into a stall. It was only a few steps, but he/it never let go. I’m thinking, This sissy is either terrified of me, or wants my dick. Either way? Why the fuck not take advantage? I’ve been horny for three weeks now, and damned sure ready to bust a nut.
As soon as I latched the stall door, I pushed he/it to his knees. Eyes wide, as he figured the next step that was coming. He/it opened his mouth to whine, I said, “No, Baby, you started this, you’re finishing it!” He looked defeated, but timidly leaned close. Holy shit!
I’ve never felt anything like this. He/it MUST have done this before. Imagine the finest pussy you’ve ever had, this beat it. It was like being fucked by an angel. So warm, so soft, but…more. My head was swimming. I tried to fight off edirne escort cumming, to make it last longer, I swear I did, but That little head wanted, no, NEEDED to give this sissy it’s reward. I latched onto his/it’s head, and shot load after load. It couldn’t have just been because I was horny. I’d gone longer bouts without, before. He/it was gagging sniffling, coughing, but also, swallowing everything that didn’t spew out of he/it’s mouth. THEN scraped what did off his/it’s chin, and licked it.
I’m not sure WHICH of us was more surprised. Me, for feeling like I’d won the sexual lottery, or he/it, for realizing what he/it truly was. I pulled him/it to stand, as he/it wiped tears off his/it’s cheek, still trying to clear his/it’s throat. “What’s your name? And what are you doing in a truck stop? This ain’t a place for… people like…you.” (Okay, yeah, I felt a little hypocritical, saying that, since I’d just face fucked him/it) I stood there, taking a better look. He/it couldn’t have been more than 5’5″, 120 lbs, soaking wet, with shoulder length brown hair, and a baby face. Sharp contrast to my 6’3″, 240 lbs.
He/it looked up at me, with a look that truly puzzled me Instead of anger, or contempt, I saw… something, I don’t know,…soft…grateful? It was weird. He/it finally answered. “I…didn’t mean to stare at you, Sir, I really didn’t. M-My name is Leslie, and… I… came here, trying to get a ride, out of here. My life… sucks, and I want to find… something else.” With that, tears started again. Fuck, DON’T cry. I hate when people cry…
“Hold up, …Leslie. Don’t cry. Are you hungry? I’ll edremit escort buy you a meal, and you can explain it. And, I’m the one who’s sorry. I mistreated you…badly, I should never have done that, but… I did. I want to make up for it.” I saw a little smile, as he nodded his head. I opened the stall door. He walked over and picked up a backpack, that I hadn’t noticed before, that was next to the urinal he was using. We walked to the restaurant, and I had coffee while he ate like he hadn’t eaten in days. He started telling me that his mom died, and since then, and even before, his step-dad treated him like crap. His school life wasn’t much better. He was picked on, because of his size, and looks. He felt there had to be something better, if he could just find it.
He took a deep breath and added, that he was scared, at what I had made him do, but that he didn’t hate it. He’d been secretly curious and even if I hadn’t meant to, I’d helped him with that. ” You REALLY never had done that before? But, you were so damn good. ” He smiled when I said that, and thanked me.
“M-Maybe it was a first step in finding myself. It really felt… natural.” He blushed, but gave a timid smile. Wheels started turning. I’m not gay, never thought about dudes before. BUT… a boy, who looks like a girl, and can suck like that? Maybe we can help each other out. If I could convince him to DRESS like a girl, then it could work. Because, Well, I um, don’t want my buddies thinking I’m gay, right?
I leaned closer, whispering, “Leslie, since you don’t have any clear plans, you wanna ride with me for a while? I… have an idea I’d like to run by you, but it might take a while. AND, maybe, if you want, we could do that OTHER thing… again.” He blushed again, and beamed. I paid the bill, and we walked out to my rig. He looked around, didn’t see anyone, and hugged me. You know what? It wasn’t as weird as I thought, and I hugged back.
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