Trucker and Pup

by Drew Hunt

  When Joey straightened up, Kevin smacked his partner on the behind. “Giddy-up!”

  Joey turned his head and treated Kevin to a stare of disapproval, but no matter how stern he tried to look, Kevin could see the corners of the man’s mouth turning upwards.

  Leaning forward, Kevin kissed Joey’s lips. “Thanks, Sir, for, well, for making everything all right.”

  “Just doing my job.” But Kevin could see his sir was pleased.

  * * * *

  As he stood inside the Chinese take-away, waiting for his and Kevin’s meals to be cooked, Joey kept stealing glances out of the window. Kevin had remained outside, straddling the pillion seat, still wearing his helmet.

  No matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise, Joey couldn’t help feeling responsible. He knew it would be a long time before he’d be able to forgive himself for not being there for Kevin when he most needed him. Another reason for Joey’s continued staring was because the sight of Kevin’s small body perched on the seat of his huge Harley was damned hot. Joey felt his balls beginning to tingle. As he continued to stare at his lover, Joey decided Kevin would look even sexier in a leather motorcycle jacket. A jacket also appealed to Joey’s sense of protectiveness. Leather would be safer if they should ever come off the bike. Though Joey knew he was always extra careful and never took any risks when he had his pup on board. His train of thought was interrupted by the diminutive Chinese woman behind the counter announcing that his order was ready. Just in time, Joey thought. He couldn’t wait to get home and make sweet love to his man. Joey hurriedly paid for the meal, telling the woman to keep the change—all fifteen pence of it. Snatching up the warm plastic bag, Joey sprinted out of the shop.

  Pulling a backpack from the bike’s pannier, Joey put the food into the bag and insisted on sliding it onto Kevin’s back. He took particular delight in making sure the straps fit Kevin snugly, affording him the opportunity to get in a quick feel. Kevin squirmed. Though the helmet’s visor hid Kevin’s face, Joey was willing to bet his man was blushing.

  After tapping the top of Kevin’s helmet, Joey straddled the bike, fired up the ignition, and conveyed himself and his lover home.

  * * * *

  Joey watched in quiet fascination at his pup’s dexterity as he picked up a piece of batter coated meat with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth. Joey could never get the hang of chopsticks, knowing he could get the food to his mouth much quicker if he used a fork.

  Kevin chewed his food thoughtfully before swallowing. Joey had a good idea what was coming next. “Sir, this doesn’t taste much like chicken.”

  “That’s ’cause it’s pork.”

  “Oh, Sir!”

  Joey grinned to himself, he’d been right. Setting down his fork, he said, “I like pork. I don’t eat it that often, but,” his grin spread to the outside, “sometimes I just get to wanting something so bad, and I never deny myself anything that I want.” He winked at Kevin, who promptly went a most attractive shade of red.

  The pair continued to eat, occasionally making the odd comment, but by and large they remained quiet. Joey was happy to see Kevin tucking into his food; he’d barely eaten enough to keep a sparrow going for the past couple of days. Jesus, Joey thought, I’m turning into my mother!

  When they were about half way through, the telephone rang. Joey swallowed before reaching up to the wall-mounted extension next to him.

  “Hullo?” Joey wiped his mouth on a piece of paper towel.

  “Uncle Joey, it’s me,” a voice which sounded like its owner had just stopped crying, said.

  “Simon? What’s wrong?” Joey found himself rising to his feet.

  “Mum, she’s just told me that she won’t take me to the fireworks this Tuesday, and after she’d promised, too.”

  Fuck! Joey thought. Carole was forever pulling shit like that. Didn’t she know how bloody lucky she was to have a kid? “Why’s she not taking you?”

  “Her boyfriend is gonna take her out to the pictures or something!” Simon’s voice dripped with disgust.

  Joey shared his nephew’s opinion of his mother’s boy toy. He’d only met the slime-ball once, and within ten minutes had decided the bloke was a loser.

  “Sorry, champ.”

  “Are you doing anything that night, Uncle Joey? Will you take me? I’d rather go with you anyway. Mum never lets me have fun when we go out.”

  “Oh, um.” Joey sneaked a peek at Kevin. He remembered the joy written on his lover’s face when he’d brought up the possibility of them attending the local organised bonfire together. Joey squirmed uncomfortably. He had to make a choice between his lover and his family.

  Kevin had earlier told Joey that because of his bruises he didn’t want to go. Joey had put his foot down and told his pup it would be dark, and they could stay away from the crowds. What could he do? He knew he’d have to say something. The phone line had gone deathly quiet.

  Screwing his eyes shut, Joey opened his mouth. “I’m really sorry, Champ, but I’ve got something on this Tuesday.”

  “Oh, right.” Was that a sniff?

  Joey knew that whatever decision he’d made, he’d end up hurting someone’s feelings “Can’t you go with some of your mates or something?”

  “I suppose I can ask. But it’d have been really rad if you’d have taken me. Tim and Bobby were dead impressed when they saw you at the park the other day.”

  The little shit’s trying to get me to change my mind, Joey grinned to himself. “Well, you give them a ring then, and see if you can go with them. Okay?” Joey ended the call. He hated letting his nephew down, but he saw no alternative.

  Sitting back on his stool, Joey played with what was left of his meal, but he’d lost his appetite.

  “Sir?”

  Joey looked up to see Kevin’s anxious expression. “Sorry, Pup. That was my nephew, Simon.” He went on to tell Kevin about the phone conversation.

  “I don’t mind staying at home. You can’t let him down, he’s only a kid.”

  Once again the image of Kevin’s joyous reaction at being invited out on a date swam into Joey’s head. “No, Pup. I’m taking you. Simon will just have to go with one of his friend’s parents. He’ll be okay.”

  Kevin resumed his meal, but Joey just picked at his.

  After a couple of minutes of uncomfortable silence, Kevin said, “Have you thought what’ll happen when Simon sees us at the bonfire? He’ll want to know why you said you couldn’t take him.”

  Fuck! He’s got a point, Joey thought.

  “Why can’t we all go together? I’d like to meet your nephew.”

  Joey pondered the point. He’d always strived to keep Kevin well away from his family. “It would just be kind of awkward.”

  “Oh.” Kevin looked down at his plate.

  “Pup?”

  Kevin didn’t say anything.

  “What’s the matter?”

  Kevin looked up, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. “N-nothing. I’m okay.”

  Joey went round the table and knelt next to Kevin’s stool. “It doesn’t look like nothing.”

  “I’m just being silly. Please, Sir, don’t take any notice.”

  It suddenly dawned on him what was going on. “It’s not what you’re thinking. You know I’m not out to my family, it’d just…” He sighed. “I don’t know. Though one thing I’m very sure of is that I’m not ashamed of you, or the fact that I love you.”

  Kevin looked up. “You still love me?”

  “Of course I do. What made you think I didn’t?”

  Kevin sniffed back his tears. “Sorry, I’m still all messed up from, well, you know.”

  Joey reached out and gave Kevin a comforting hug. As he knelt there, an idea began to form in his head. “Do you think we can play it straight? I mean, pretend that we’re just mates or something in front of Simon?”

  “We’d be out in public anyway, so we wouldn’t be able to kiss and hold hands even if Simon wasn’t with us.”


  Kevin had a point. “Okay. I’ll ring Simon back and tell him that my best friend from work and me will take him.”

  Kevin smiled. “Thanks, Sir.”

  “I hope you realise that it’ll be hell for me. I won’t be able to kiss you,” Joey leaned forward and pressed his lips to Kevin’s. “Or stroke you,” A hand moved up Kevin’s leg, causing him to moan, “Or fondle you. “ The hand took hold of Kevin’s rapidly swelling crotch. “And claim you as mine.” Joey picked Kevin up and carried him off to the bedroom, ignoring their half-eaten meal.

  After laying Kevin on the bed and taking off his spectacles, Joey began to slowly remove his lover’s clothing, kissing and licking the skin as it became accessible. Knowing his pup’s nipples were especially sensitive, Joey spent extra time lapping and pinching them gently between his teeth. Once they were wet, Joey blew several streams of cold air over the sensitised nubs. Kevin began to writhe and moan.

  Meanwhile Kevin was rubbing his hands along Joey’s shoulders before sliding them down his back. Joey, who was still clothed, became evermore anxious to get naked himself so he could better feel his lover’s hands as they ranged across his body.

  After doing a quick strip—not allowing Kevin to help—Joey laid down by Kevin’s side. “You sure about this? It’s not too soon after, well, you know?”

  “Need you so much, Sir. Please.”

  Joey kissed Kevin’s closed eyes. “Can you hold on for just a minute? I better put our Simon out of his misery.”

  Joey reached over Kevin for the phone on the bedside cabinet. Kevin continued his tactile worship of Joey’s body, causing the older man to lose concentration. It took two wrong numbers before he finally dialled the correct one. To Joey’s annoyance his sister answered the phone.

  “Put our Simon on!” he said brusquely.

  Kevin stroked Joey’s tense shoulders trying to relax him, his efforts were only partially successful.

  “And good afternoon to you, too,” Carole replied.

  “Just put him on. I’ve managed to rearrange things so I can take him out on Tuesday. Which is a bloody sight more than you could do,” he added more quietly.

  “He came crying to you did he?”

  Joey’s jaw set, and he started to grind his teeth. Kevin’s right hand began to rub at Joey’s chest. “Is he there?” He glowered at Kevin, who withdrew his hand.

  Joey heard Carole put her hand over the handset, but it didn’t prevent him from hearing her say, “It’s your Uncle Joey. Don’t be on all day, Keith said he was going to call me later.”

  After the receiver had been handed over, a cautious sounding Simon said, “Hello?”

  “Hey, Champ. You still want me to take you to the bonfire on Tuesday night?”

  “Yes, if it isn’t too much trouble.” Simon still sounded cautious but there was a definite note of optimism, too.

  “Me and a mate from work will take you, if that’s all right?”

  “Wicked! Thanks, Uncle Joey.”

  Simon’s excited voice—combined with Kevin’s renewed ministrations—caused a warm tingle to wash through Joey’s body. Joey smiled at Kevin, who blew him a kiss.

  “Glad I could help.”

  “I didn’t think I’d be able to go. None of my friends had any room in their parents’ cars.”

  Joey was reminded he didn’t own a vehicle that could get all of them there. “Can you put your mother back on for a minute?”

  “Okay, hang on.”

  “Yeah?” Carole asked.

  Joey tamped down on his dislike for his sister before saying, “I’ll need to borrow your car.”

  “What?”

  “You won’t be needing it. Slime, um, I mean Keith will be taking you out in his car.”

  “I don’t know. You’re not insured for my car. I—”

  Joey shook his head in frustration. God, you’re such a bitch, he thought. Needing to end the conversation before he said something he might later regret, Joey decided to play his trump card. “Okay then, we’ll go in mum’s. Of course I’ll have to tell her why I can’t use yours.”

  The line went silent for a moment. “Oh, do whatever you want.”

  “Thank you so much, sister dear,” Joey said with heavy sarcasm. “Now put Simon back on.”

  A moment later Simon asked, “Is everything okay? Mum looks really piss…um, I mean mad.”

  Joey tried not to laugh. “Yeah, Champ, it’s fine. I just needed to borrow her car to get us there.” Kevin had started to play with Joey’s dick, which had begun to harden. “I’ll be round at about seven, okay?”

  “Kewl!”

  Joey winced. Where on earth did kids get such expressions from?

  “Thanks, Uncle Joey.”

  After putting the phone back in its cradle, Joey began to tickle Kevin. “You’ve been a very bad pup.”

  “Sorry, Sir, but…well, it’s kind of your own fault,” Kevin said through his laughter.

  “How’d you work that one out?”

  As much as he was able, Kevin put on a serious expression. “Well, um, Sir when you’re naked, you’re well, kinda, um, I mean, you’re so awesome.”

  Joey stopped his tickling and grinned. “You saying I’m not awesome when I’m wearing clothes?”

  “Oh, no, Sir, not at all.”

  Joey bent down and kissed the tip of Kevin’s nose. “Just messing with you, Pup. You’re just as awesome to me, you know.”

  “I dunno about that.”

  Joey sighed, “You’ve gotta start believing what I tell you.” Locking eyes with Kevin, he continued, “You’re the only man I’ve said ‘I love you’ to. You’re the only man I’ve made love to. And you’re the only man I ever want to make love to. Got it?”

  Kevin looked as though he was about to start crying again.

  “Now come on, all this mushy stuff is making my dick go soft,” Joey said, feeling uncomfortable at the romantic turn their conversation had taken.

  Kevin giggled.

  Looking deeply into Kevin’s eyes, needing to check for any sign of his lover not telling the truth, Joey asked, “Are you sure you want to go all the way? It’s not too soon or anything?”

  “Sir,” Kevin swallowed and stared right back, “You’re better than any medicine the doctor could ever give me.”

  Convinced his lover was being sincere, Joey promised himself he’d do everything he could to make his act of love-making as special as he could.

  Joey had read somewhere that saliva had healing properties. This in mind, he began to shower Kevin’s upper body in wet kisses. He followed this up by licking the black, blue and purple patches on Kevin’s head and neck. Deciding he’d wet those areas sufficiently, Joey traced his tongue down Kevin’s hairless chest. After spending some time exploring the navel, Joey centred his attention on Kevin’s scrotum. Kevin’s whimpers and involuntary muscle spasms increased. Joey always got a buzz out of being able to render his lover insensible.

  Lifting Kevin’s knees, Joey dove for his pup’s arse crack. Thanks to Kevin showing him how great a rim job could be, Joey did his best to replicate what Kevin had done to him, hoping Kevin would feel what he had felt. Judging by the stream of nonsensical words which poured out of Kevin’s mouth as he thrashed his head from side-to-side, Joey was pretty certain he’d achieved his goal. However, fearing that too much head movement could be bad for his pup’s health, Joey reluctantly ceased his labours.

  Reaching for the lube, Joey began to stretch Kevin’s hole. After working at his task for ten minutes or so, Joey judged his lover was loose enough. With practiced ease, Joey sheathed his dripping manhood in latex. After resting Kevin’s ankles on his shoulders, Joey gazed down at his lover’s still moist face, before guiding his steely hard member to its intended target.

  “Last chance. You sure about this?” he asked, ready to withdraw at the slightest sign of hesitation.

  “I need you inside me so bad, Sir. Please.”

  Kevin’s rosebud soon yielded, allowing th
e head of Joey’s dick to gain entry. After pausing for a few moments to revel in the amazing combination of heat and pressure, Joey continued his entry, making sure to graze Kevin’s prostate as he passed it.

  Once he was balls deep, Joey held himself still. Looking down, he watched his lover closely. Kevin’s eyes were unfocused and his mouth lay slightly open.

  All of Joey’s instincts told him to pound Kevin’s arse as hard as he could, but fortunately his recently acquired powers of gentleness and loving came to the fore. Bending down to deliver a tender kiss to Kevin’s forehead, Joey renewed his determination to put his own needs aside and make things as special as he possibly could for his partner.

  Setting a steady pace, Joey guided the pair of them slowly but inexorably towards climax. As he laboured, Joey was again struck by the realisation that by concentrating on giving pleasure to his lover, he received a shit load more pleasure himself.

  “Let’s see if we can come together,” Joey said, a light sheen of sweat matting down his chest fur.

  Sensing Kevin was close to the edge, Joey backed off. Once they were in safe waters again, Joey added a little more power to his strokes, but still maintained his steady, unhurried rhythm.

  Once they were in sync again, Joey began to press harder and deeper into his partner’s insides, jabbing at Kevin’s prostate on each in stroke. Then, much to his joy, the pair plunged over the precipice together, Joey firing his essence into the rubber as Kevin sprayed his over the both of them.

  Chapter 10

  Simon continued to pace his untidy bedroom. Throwing a quick glance at the small brass alarm clock on his bedside table, he saw it was a quarter past seven.

  “Where are you, Uncle Joey?” he asked out loud as his pacing took him to his window. Looking down at the quiet street he began to despair.

  * * * *

  The day had started out shitty and hadn’t got any better. When Simon awoke that morning an all too familiar wetness greeted him. Lifting up his covers, the weak ammonia smell hit his nostrils. Holding back a sob, Simon rolled out of bed, took off his pyjamas and stripped the sodden sheets from the mattress. If he was lucky he could get them into the washing machine and start it up before his mother noticed. Alas, his luck didn't hold. Carole was sitting at the kitchen table smoking a cigarette when he entered the room. She took one look at the soiled bedding in her son’s arms and started in at him.