"Yeah. Ten o'clock at the dock, like we agreed." Austin was rather shocked by the fact he hadn't even needed to think about it, but had agreed at once, instinctively.
"Good. Really looking forward to it. Keep it warm for me until then, kid!"
When Friday night rolled around, Austin took the ferry to the other bank of the river, as he had known all along he would, and he waited impatiently at the spot they'd agreed upon for their rendezvous. Now, of course, his main concern was that Bill might not show up, after all. When, however, the red pickup drove up, Austin jumped into it almost desperately.
There was a gun rack mounted on the back of the pickup's cab, which gave Austin a cue for some small talk, minimizing the awkwardness of this second encounter.
"Do you hunt?" he asked Bill.
"Sure. And fish. I like to go camping, too. How about you?"
"I like to be outdoors," Austin replied.
"Good. I'll take you camping some time, if you want to."
"I'd like that."
At the moment, though, it was indoor sports Austin was interested in, as was his new acquaintance. That night, and in later adventures, Austin learned a lot about what two men could do to excite and satisfy one another, and he gradually lost his shyness about cocksucking.
Bill, naturally, wanted to have Austin all to himself that first night. He asked Austin if he wanted to go have a drink at a bar, or if he preferred to have one at Bill's place. Austin opted for the second alternative. They drove to Bill's apartment, having a couple of beers apiece, then undressed and got into bed together, with Austin feeling increasingly at ease despite his raging hard-on and complete lack of first-hand knowledge about homosexual lovemaking.
He let Bill kiss him on the mouth, using his tongue, and gradually worked up enough courage to kiss Bill back. Their kisses and strokings got both men rock hard, and they began turning and twisting on the bed, pressing their naked bodies together in mounting urgency.
Bill knew that this was Austin's first time in bed with another guy, and he tried to be as gentle as he could, as gentle as his furious passion for his pickup would allow. However, Austin surprised him by his sudden willingness to take the lead in their sexual activity.
"I'm going to suck your cock this time, and not stop," Austin announced. "I'm going to take your hard, hot prick in my mouth and suck it until it bursts with come and then I'm going to swallow your whole fucking load."
Verbalizing his intentions somehow helped him to get over his fear of choking on Bill's hard prick or retching at the taste of his come. And so, with caution, but also with determination, Austin took Bill's prick, which was hard and thick, inside his mouth, and began to lap gingerly at its large and circumcised head, working his tongue around the lower edges to that supersensitive point just below the pisshole.
Bill began to groan, quiver, and pant for breath, letting Austin know that he must be doing something right despite his inexperience. Austin began to experiment with the cock in his mouth, moving his tongue away because he didn't want the other man to come just yet, and licking the erect shaft instead, from its apple-sized head down to its hairy root.
He felt Bill's big body stiffen, and Bill's hand dig deep into his shoulder muscle making Austin tighten his lips around the man's prickhead again and sucked harder. It's enormous! I'll never get all of it inside my mouth, let alone down my throat! He could feel himself sweating in a fever of mounting lust as he sucked. But I like it! I love it! I love sucking his cock!
Bill squirmed and gasped, and, feeling that the climactic moment was near, Austin sucked him with even greater intensity. Come, you big-dicked son of a bitch! Come! Come! Shoot it! Let me taste it, you fucker, let me have your jism,!
Hot liquid shot against the roof of Austin's mouth, and the excited young stud tasted what he had never tasted before in his life--another man's sperm, hot and thick and salty flavored, undeniably male. Austin took it all. The semen slid sluggishly down his throat, as though he'd swallowed so much heavy unpasteurized cream. Finally, he lay back with Bill and rested, the taste of the fluid still burning his lips and tongue and throat.
"That felt so great!" he blurted out shamelessly, covering Bill's face and chest with kisses.
Before long, Bill freed himself from the other guy's embrace and slid down toward his midsection. "I want to blow you, too, kid. God, I want to suck your big cock again so badly!" Bill then took Austin's hard prick into his mouth and went to work. Austin's whole body took on the hot, sensual glow that usually only his prick felt when he masturbated himself to orgasm, alone in his bed at night in his room. But now, with the hot-mouthed truck driver sucking his dick so ravenously, so hungrily, came the same rush of almost painful sensation that Austin always felt just before an ejaculation, but now it was ten times stronger than he had ever felt it before. Suddenly he reached down and with one powerful arm, he jerked Bill's head away. He seized his throbbing dick with his other hand.
"What's the matter, kid? Did I hurt you?" Bill gasped.
"No, it felt almost too good, you know? I want it to last longer."
"Don't you worry about that. I know how to keep a guy from coming until I damn well want him to shoot."
Laughing, Bill bent down and unwrapped Austin's hand from his prick. Austin felt his hot cock being recaptured by the trucker's warm wet mouth. This time, Bill sucked him slowly and lovingly, repeatedly coaxing Austin to the verge of orgasm only to back off until the urgency in his loins subsided again. He kept this up until the naked young athlete was thrashing about wildly on the bed, almost hysterical with his need to unload.
"No more, man, no more! Do it! Let me come! Jesus! Please let me come! Please suck me off!" Austin babbled.
Grunting, Bill increased his suction, and after a few moments of frenzied activity, groaning and writhing, Austin shot his wad into the guy's throat, almost choking him with its sheer quantity and thickness.
There was a great deal more about gay sex techniques that Bill was eager to teach Austin that night. For example, that a guy's nipples could be as sensitive and as responsive as his cock, if they were properly stimulated by kneading fingertips or sucking lips. That having your balls sucked was every bit as arousing as having your cock sucked, and that an active tongue inserted in an ass hole could drive a man to explosive orgasm within seconds, even if he'd already shot off a couple of loads. Best of all, Austin discovered that it could be pleasurable and soothing simply to lie naked in another man's embrace, hugging him close, inhaling his scent, listening to his breathing, feeling his temporarily limp, drained cock pressing against his own spent penis.
Chapter Five
A New Friend
Bill turned out to be an ideal guide to the local gay life, such as it was. He introduced Austin to the bars and truck stops, and the public johns in the area, where men hung out to connect with each other for sex. In his role as Austin's mentor, though, Bill cautioned him about these types of anonymous pickups, which could be risky. More usefully, Bill showed Austin how to find potential sex partners via the Internet. This, too, could be dangerous, or disappointing. But at least it provided the option of engaging in prolonged and repeated long-distance contact with a guy before you committed yourself to meeting him in the flesh.
Austin was soon forced to revise many of his preconceived notions about gay men. Far from being mostly creeps or weirdos, as he had always assumed, they included many respected members of the community. He was really jolted when he ran into a couple of his football team mates at one of the gay bars.
For all the sex he had with guys, however, Austin felt no real love for any of his sex partners, except for a lingering affection for Bill, with whom he still tricked occasionally, and whom he now regarded as a sort of gay big brother. Austin continued to joke and horse around with his apparently straight friends at school. But once he graduated from high school and began looking for a real job as opposed to the part-time ones he'd always held down, Austin's feelings had started to get out of cont
rol. He was having feelings of frustration, in particular, and resentment toward his financial situation. The economy was bad, and jobs were scarce.
Here, once again, Bill proved to be an invaluable contact. He knew the manager of the largest truck stop in the area. Located just outside of town, it offered truck drivers and other motorists not only the usual diner, convenience store, and gas pumps, but a large full-service garage. On Bill's recommendation, the manager offered Austin a job. At first, it was just pumping gas and taking care of a miscellany of odd jobs and maintenance work that needed to be done. Austin was good with tools and engines, though, and gradually rose through the ranks to become one of the garage's mechanics.
Working at the truck stop, which he was still doing now, might be steady work, and it paid reasonably well, but it was kind of a dead-end job. He was beginning to think that a steady sex partner--at least a fuck buddy, if not exactly a lover, might be a good idea, if only because it would take his mind off his increasingly tense feeling that his life was headed nowhere. Sex was a reliable panacea for such ills, and Austin was lonely.
Austin knew, from Bill, that gay men often cruised each other in the truckers' bar, The Driveshaft, or, if they wanted to be more discreet, in its men's room, or out in the parking lot. Austin had once avoided the place for just that reason. It was too close to home for him to want to be seen there too frequently. Now, he was increasingly careless about protecting his reputation.
Today, in fact, on this visit to The Driveshaft, his frustration with Nick made him indifferent to such things. He didn't care who knew he was patronizing a gay bar.
The men standing at the bar stopped talking when Austin walked in the door. One of them looked at Austin rather strangely as though he was trying to make up his mind about whether he'd seen the good-looking young stud before, and if so, where.
The bartender put down a dishrag and walked over, grinning amiably at Austin. "What can I do for you, handsome?" he asked.
"Gimme a beer. Oh, and I'm looking for somebody," Austin replied, his voice sounding annoyingly less steady and confident to his own ears that he would have liked it to be.
"No kidding? So are most of the guys in this place," the bartender joked.
"This guy is an old buddy of mine, a trucker named Bill who drives a red pickup, when he's not behind the wheel of his rig--"
"Oh, yeah. Sure. We all know Bill. He's a regular. Haven't seen him for a month or so, though. He must be on the road."
"Too bad," Austin said. "I wouldn't have minded hooking up with him."
"I'll bet," the bartender said, more than a little suggestiveness. "I wouldn't mind hooking up with that dude, myself."
The other man, the one who had taken particular notice of Austin was still staring at him. Now he spoke up. "Hey there, good-looking, don't I know you from somewhere?"
Austin couldn't think of a snappy putdown, so he simply muttered, "No, I don't think so," and started to walk toward the back room of the bar to see if there were any likely prospects there.
"Sure I do. I remember seeing you play football. And I know your Dad. You look just like him."
Austin froze in his tracks, cursing under his breath.
"Does your old man know you hang out in places like this?" the man teased.
"Sure," Austin lied. "Does yours?"
At least the man didn't take offense at this retort, but laughed. Austin, though, could feel his face growing red and hot. These were small towns, after all, and for all his initial bravado he really didn't want word getting around that he was in the habit of patronizing gay bars.
"Let me buy you a beer," his new acquaintance offered, looking hopeful.
"I just got one," Austin pointed out. "Maybe later, okay? Excuse me. I have to go take a leak." Carrying his beer bottle, he strode quickly to the john.
He'd come here with the vague intent of letting himself get picked up if a suitable guy presented himself. The man who'd spoken to him wasn't bad-looking, but Austin could tell he was already a little drunk. In addition, the guy already knew more information about Austin than Austin usually volunteered on a first date!
"Asshole," he said aloud, as he let the men's room door bang shut behind him.
"Who, me?" a deep masculine voice responded.
"No! Sorry. I was just thinking out loud."
"Penny for your thoughts. They sound as though they're interesting." The guy, who was washing his hands at the sink, grinned at Austin. "Better yet, I'll buy you your next beer and you can tell me all about them."
Austin had been around long enough by now to know a veiled proposition when he got one, even from such a straight-looking and straight-acting a guy. This man, obviously a truck driver, was in his late twenties, maybe. He was well-built, tanned, wearing jeans, work boots, and a plaid shirt--the latter unbuttoned all the way down the front to expose a very hairy chest. He was balding slightly at the crown of his head, and he had a farm boy's muscles and an easy grin.
"How about it," he asked, giving Austin just enough eye contact to let the other young man know he was looking for more than just a drinking buddy.
Ordinarily, Austin might not have been tempted to trick with the guy on so short an acquaintance, but he was tense and upset because of the incident at the bar, and he recklessly decided to play along, if only to take his mind off Nick. He took a hefty swig of his beer.
"I could use another drink," he admitted. "But not here."
"My place, then?"
"Is it far from here?"
"Couple of miles down the road."
"I don't have wheels," Austin said. "I came over here on the ferry, left my car on the other side. Can you give me a lift back here afterward?"
"Of course."
"All right. It sounds good to me."
"Let's go, then. Finish your beer."
Austin did so. It was the fastest, most impulsive pickup Austin had yet experienced.
Outside the bar, he got into the man's waiting vehicle…a pickup truck, but a rusty and dented one, in considerably less pristine condition than Bill's. Austin relaxed as they rolled down the road. They'd suck each other and then he'd split. At least he'd be able to resume his longing for Nick without the distracting presence of a hard-on in his jeans.
The truck driver pulled into the space between a small, very old, well-maintained farmhouse and an equally ancient but, by contrast, dilapidated and neglected clapboard barn. His rig was parked in front of the barn. A rusty piece of farm equipment was all but buried by weeds nearby, and two plump cats interrupted their prowling in the grass to peer at the trucker and his latest trick, as both men got out of the pickup.
"Do you own this place?" Austin asked, admiring the house.
"I'm stuck with it, is more like it. My folks used to farm here, then they went into the convenience store business and moved into town, and now they're retired and living down in Florida." The trucker laughed. Unself-consciously, he put his arm around Austin's shoulders as he led him toward the house, and Austin didn't flinch or attempt to pull away as he felt the warmth of the other guy's body through his plaid shirt. "Now, I crash here when I'm not on the road, since I'm divorced," he added.
Austin smiled at him. "Marriage didn't work out for you?"
"It worked out fine, until I started getting so much action on the road that I decided I didn't want to be bothered coming home at all," his new acquaintance admitted cheerfully. "Then my wife caught me screwing around with another guy, so that was the end of that. At least we didn't make the mistake of deciding to have kids right away, so it was a reasonably clean break."
Austin was a little surprised by how casually the man talked about the failure of his marriage, but said nothing.
The trucker lowered his arm to cup Austin's buttock in one hand. "I'm glad it didn't take me much longer to find out I'd much rather be with men," he said, softly and insinuatingly.
"Before we get too intimate, I'd better introduce myself," Austin said with a laugh. "I'm Austin."
"Steve. You looked pretty pissed off when you stomped into that john, back there. Did some asshole put the make on you in the bar and wouldn't take no for an answer?"
"Yeah." Austin didn't see any need to go into the real, convoluted story. It would only delay their getting to the sex.
"You looked kind of young to be in there in the first place."
"People are always telling me that…that I look young for my age. I'm almost twenty-four. I'm old enough to be in a bar, and drink, and have sex. So you don't have to worry about corrupting a minor, if that's what you're worried about."
"Okay, I admit the thought did cross my mind. You want a beer, Austin?"
"Sure."
During their conversation, they had entered and walked through the house, and they were now in the brightly-painted kitchen. Steve dug two bottles of cold beer out of the refrigerator and handed one to Austin, who took a long, grateful swig.
"I guess I'm old enough to know I'd rather be with men, too," Austin said, trying his best to sound casual about it. "Girls are a pain in the ass. And if you get one pregnant, you're screwed."
"You been out long?"
"Just a couple of years."
"Oh Jesus, that practically makes you a virgin, buddy." Steve laughed, and Austin chuckled with him. The truck driver had a way of making their encounter seem so natural and unpressured a thing that Austin already felt totally at ease with him, as though they'd met and been intimate together before.
As a result, Austin was feeling unusually bold. "You'll have to do something about that," he teased. "About making sure I'm not still a virgin, I mean."
"Yeah? I may just do that."
"Want to show me where your bedroom is?"
"Fast worker, aren't you?"
"Sorry," Austin mumbled, immediately feeling embarrassed, and not at all bold. "Well, we both know why I'm really here, don't we?"
Steve looked at him with a slight smile. "Don't apologize. I was about to suggest we move the party upstairs, myself." Steve laughed, and Austin laughed with him. "Come on."
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