Trucker and Pup

by Drew Hunt

  Kevin opened his mouth to contradict, but Joey stopped him by putting a finger to his own lips. “Pup,” Joey said, rubbing Kevin’s legs, “I know you don’t think much of yourself, but,” staring up into Kevin’s eyes, “I wish you could see what I’m seeing.”

  Kevin sniffed and began to blink rapidly.

  In a husky voice, heavy with desire, Joey growled, “Lie back, Pup.”

  Lifting Kevin’s right foot to his lips, Joey started kissing the sole. Kevin let out a soft moan. Sticking out his tongue, Joey began to run it up the inside of Kevin’s shin, stopping frequently to kiss, suck and graze his teeth along Kevin’s milky white skin. Once Joey had licked out the hollow behind Kevin’s knee, he let go of the leg and began to worship the other one. Joey was painfully hard inside his jeans: even though he wasn’t the one being satisfied sexually, he had never been so turned on in his life. Giving, rather than receiving pleasure was such a huge turn on.

  When Joey finished laving the crease behind Kevin’s left knee, he spied Kevin’s arse cheeks rubbing together as the man squirmed on the bed. He knew he had to dive between those mounds and seek out Kevin’s pucker. However, not wanting to jump too quickly towards his goal, Joey steadily licked and sucked his way up Kevin’s thigh, fully aware this was a particularly powerful erogenous zone for his pup. In the short time he’d known Kevin, Joey had explored every square inch of his lover’s skin, and had found out which areas were the most sensitive.

  Kevin’s perineum was redolent with musk. Joey had never considered himself to be a scent oriented person, but Kevin’s inviting, clean and pure odour had him in serious lust. Maintaining maximum contact, Joey moved the broad face of his tongue over the area and tasted the flavoursome sweat that had built up between Kevin’s legs. Joey continued to sniff and suck until Kevin was clean.

  Moving higher, Joey took in several deep lungfuls of the odour which coated Kevin’s almost hairless nut sack, swooning at its heady aroma. The precious orbs were like the rest of Kevin—small but perfectly formed.

  Realising his hands weren’t doing anything useful, Joey brought them to Kevin’s chest, which was coated in a light sheen of sweat. Using just the tips of his fingers, he could detect his man was beginning to put a little meat on his ribs, but in his opinion he was still too thin. As his fingers glided their way upwards, Joey marvelled at the satiny smoothness of his pup’s torso.

  Unable to wait any longer, Joey gave in to his urges and went down on the slightly muscular but still very pliable mounds of Kevin’s bum. To aid his lingual explorations, Joey pulled his lover forward until his bottom hung over the edge of the bunk. Using his thumbs to pry apart the mounds of yielding flesh, Joey dove in for the main prize. He knew his man was now in something of a quandary. Kevin’s baser instincts were telling him to moan and cry out in pleasure, but Joey could tell Kevin was trying to quash them on the grounds of propriety. The cabin walls were very thin and sound easily travelled. However, when he looked up briefly after feeling Kevin move, he saw his ever resourceful pup had reached for his pillow and was pressing it to his face. Believing he now had free reign, Joey took off the brakes completely, and did everything he could think of to send his lover into orbit. He alternated between sucking, licking, and salivating in Kevin’s anal crease. Eventually Kevin’s ring gave up the unequal struggle, granting him entry.

  If Joey’s cock got any harder, he knew it would punch a hole in his jeans. He was willing to bet there was already an enormous wet spot in the crotch.

  When his tongue began to tire, Joey pulled back, licked his middle finger and inserted it up the already well loosened hole. Finding his lover’s hard joy button, Joey began to rub it. He watched as the partially sheathed head of Kevin’s penis dribbled out a few drops of pre-seminal fluid.

  Knowing the area just under the ball sack was one of Kevin’s most erogenous zones, Joey lifted up his lover’s testicles, and started to kiss at the exposed skin.

  Kissing his way upwards, Joey engulfed Kevin’s scrotum, finding himself able to accommodate both testicles in his mouth at the same time. Remembering what Kevin had done the last time their positions had been reversed, Joey began to hum. Kevin’s head shot up, dislodging the pillow, his mouth forming a perfect ‘O’, but no sound escaped from his throat.

  With the flat of his free hand, Joey pressed Kevin’s penis against his belly and set up a circular rubbing motion.

  The results were spectacular. Joey first felt Kevin’s dick grow even harder as it expanded under his hand, then it began to pulse, firing several ropes of pearly white semen over Kevin’s stomach and chest, the first volley going as far as the chin.

  Joey watched in quiet satisfaction as Kevin sank back to the mattress, his body twitching occasionally as he experienced several post-orgasmic aftershocks. After Joey had lifted Kevin’s legs from his shoulders, he had to catch his lover’s limp body before it slid to the floor.

  Pressing his face to Kevin’s belly, Joey began to lick his pup’s spent seed. When the last traces had been removed, Joey pressed his lips against his lover’s own slack ones. The contact seemed to rouse Kevin from his torpor, because he began to suck at Joey’s semen-coated tongue.

  “Oh, Sir,” Kevin said when the two had separated. “That was…just awesome. I, well, it was, well, um, awesome.”

  Joey smiled, taking his pup’s incoherence as evidence that he’d done a good job. However, he had to let go of Kevin in order to adjust the steely hard object in his jeans.

  “sSr, you haven’t come,” Kevin said.

  “Sor-right, Pup, all that was for you. Though I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t got a shit load of pleasure out of doing it.”

  Kevin kissed Joey on the lips before sinking to his knees and unzipping Joey’s jeans. The relief of having his erection freed at last was wonderful. Joey knew in his current state he wouldn’t last long, and he would rather prolong the pleasure, so with the greatest reluctance, he gently pushed Kevin’s face from his crotch.

  “Uh, I’m too close, Pup. Let me get undressed and we can see to business in the shower.”

  * * * *

  Kevin soon realised trying to perform a blow job in the cramped confines of the shower cubicle wasn’t going to be easy. However, his sir had given him one of the best orgasms of his life, so he was more than willing to put up with a little discomfort.

  Once Joey had got the water temperature right, he beckoned to Kevin, who immediately dropped to his knees and crawled towards Joey, who momentarily looked shocked. Recovering quickly, Joey pressed himself against the side of the cubicle and directed Kevin’s head until it was under the stream of water. Kevin tried to reach for Joey’s hard prong, but Joey fended him away. Looking up in puzzlement, Kevin was told to wait.

  After running his hands through Kevin’s now wet hair, Joey gently pushed Kevin back out into the toilet part of the tiny bathroom. Tearing open a complimentary sachet of shampoo, Joey began to lather up Kevin’s hair.

  “Okay, Pup, you can start sucking.”

  Kevin had never given a blowjob to someone as they washed his hair, but he guessed there was a first time for everything.

  Once Joey judged Kevin’s scalp had been massaged sufficiently, he said, “Close your eyes, and keep your mouth still. I don’t suppose the shampoo will taste all that nice.”

  Kevin felt himself guided back under the water, where Joey rinsed him off.

  “Okay, that’s all the soap gone.”

  Joey manoeuvred him out of the spray again. Kevin’s knees were beginning to ache, but he’d sooner die than complain.

  As Kevin resumed his up and down motions, he saw Joey open another packet and rub the contents over his wide chest. Kevin so wanted to wash his sir, but knew he was doing an important job where he was. He contented himself by massaging his lover’s tree-trunk thighs. Joey moaned in pleasure when Kevin’s fingers strayed between his legs, so Kevin concentrated his attention on that area. Kevin knew his lover was close because Joey reached down and
gripped his wet head, stopping him from withdrawing. Not that Kevin had any intention of moving off. The throbbing phallus was pushed to its base into Kevin’s mouth and throat. The position wasn’t exactly comfortable for Kevin, but Joey being the considerate lover that he was, didn’t hold the position for long, soon withdrawing so only his spurting cock head remained in Kevin’s mouth, allowing Kevin to appreciate the remainder of his sir’s precious ejaculate.

  After swiping his tongue over the glans, Kevin withdrew. He knew Joey’s cock always became ultra sensitive post-orgasm.

  “Fuck!” Joey said softly as he bent down to lift Kevin to his feet. Their lips met in a soulful kiss. “I needed that.”

  Kevin grinned, happy to have brought pleasure to his man.

  “Now, let’s get the rest of you washed,” Joey said, opening up another packet of shower gel. Kevin stood there while Joey ran his soapy hands all over his body. “We can take as long as we want, they’re not likely to run out of hot water.”

  Kevin closed his eyes, letting Joey’s strong fingers caress him.

  “Okay, you’re done,” Joey eventually said, spinning them round. Taking hold of Kevin’s shoulders he guided him to the toilet. After wrapping a towel around him, Joey told Kevin to “Sit and stay.”

  Kevin was dismayed he wasn’t given the opportunity to wash his lover. But as ever Joey was able to pick up on his pup’s mood. “We’ve been in here for fifteen minutes as it is, and it’ll be quicker if I finish off myself.”

  Kevin wasn’t mollified, but didn’t allow it to bother him.

  When Joey shut off the water, Kevin reached for the other towel and held it open. Treating Joey to one of his most imploring looks, Kevin silently asked for permission to be allowed to dry his sir.

  Smiling, Joey said, “I wanted this trip to just be for you.”

  “But, Sir, I want to.”

  Sighing, Joey pulled Kevin to his feet, and with a broad smile on his face, Kevin took longer than was strictly necessary in patting the muscled frame of his beloved protector dry.

  “Fancy an early night?” Joey asked.

  In truth Kevin was tired, despite having had a short sleep on the journey to Hull. He was still playing catch-up. “Yes, Sir.”

  Spying the narrow bunk beds, Kevin realised he wouldn’t be able to sleep with Joey. But at least his lover would still be close by. He began to climb the ladder to the top bunk.

  “Oi! Where d’you think you’re going?”

  Kevin looked down at Joey’s confused expression. “But, well, I didn’t think there’d be room for us to sleep together.”

  “It’ll be a tight fit, but I ain’t gonna spend the night alone. Not when I don’t have to anyway.”

  A much happier Kevin descended the ladder and climbed into bed with Joey. It certainly was a tight squeeze, Kevin had to almost lie on top of Joey, not that his sir seemed to mind. After they’d talked for a few minutes, Joey kissed Kevin’s forehead, relaxed his hold around him and drifted off to sleep. The comforting warmth of his protector, combined with the gentle rocking of the ferry, soon had Kevin joining his lover in dreamland.

  * * * *

  Kevin tried to stifle a yawn as he stood watching the last of the canned food being carried into the supermarket’s warehouse. It was a cold morning; he could see the breath of the warehousemen condensing as they exhaled. Despite the early hour, Kevin couldn’t help marvel at how smoothly and efficiently the unloading was going. It was a far cry from the loading fiasco of the day before.

  To his surprise, Lars, the chief warehouseman or whatever his official title was, spoke clear if rather heavily accented English.

  “Come, let us have coffee. It is my break,” Lars said, gesturing to Kevin and Joey.

  Not waiting for a reply, the tall, heavily built man turned and made his way inside. Though the blond hunk was obviously well wrapped up against the chill weather, Kevin could see he took care of his body, and what a body, he thought, licking his lips as he watched the firm mounds of arse flesh move away. He was brought out of his reverie by a dig in the ribs, looking up he saw Joey raise a questioning eyebrow. Kevin felt his cheeks beginning to go red. “Sorry, Sir,” he said under his breath.

  Joey shook his head, but Kevin could see he had a smile on his face. He then patted Kevin on the bottom. This simple action allayed Kevin’s worries; he knew if he’d been with Cal, he’d have hit the roof. Yet again Kevin was reminded Joey wasn’t Cal. With a much lighter step, Kevin picked up his pace and entered the warehouse, hurrying to catch up with the tall Dutchman, who was waiting at the doorway to a glass panelled room.

  As they sat at a plain pine bench in the break room, Kevin couldn’t stop himself from stealing brief glances at Lars, but for the most part he managed to keep his eyes on the table, unable to trust himself not to stare openly at the huge warehouseman sitting opposite him. He didn’t know why the guy captivated him so much. His large frame, the way he seemed to handle things around him with such dexterity, as well as his friendly and gentle manner, despite his imposing size, fascinated Kevin.

  “You speak English very well,” Joey said, taking a healthy slug of his coffee.

  Kevin had taken a few sips of the stuff, but it was too strong for him.

  “I have a pen friend in England, but I first started to learn your language because of all the movies, TV shows and pop songs coming from England and America.”

  Joey nodded.

  “So,” Lars said, draining his mug, “will you be staying in Rotterdam for long?”

  “Nah, we thought we’d take a drive into Amsterdam, do the tourist thing for the rest of the day, then drive back to catch the ferry this evening.”

  This was news to Kevin. He liked the idea of spending the day being a tourist with his sir.

  “Yah. There is much to see in Amsterdam. What kinds of things are you interested in?”

  Joey turned to Kevin, who was surprised to be consulted. “Well, urm, I’d like to see some of the historic buildings, museums and maybe look round the shops. But it all depends on what you want to do, S…” Kevin stopped himself just in time.

  “Told you before, this is your trip, we’ll do whatever you wanna do,” Joey said, treating Kevin to a broad smile.

  Lars told them about the various attractions which Amsterdam had to offer. It sounded fascinating, though Kevin didn’t think his sir would find much to interest him.

  “The Nine Streets area of the city has many museum about books, and, um, face windows,” he mimed putting on a pair of spectacles, “and there’s usually a market, selling food, clothing, antiques. Please wait one moment, I know we have English guide book.” Lars turned to one of his colleagues and said something in rapid Dutch, causing the man to get up and leave the room.

  A few minutes later the guy returned with the promised brochure. Lars started to flip through it as he gave the pair an idea of what was available. When he began to explain the various modes of transport around the city, Kevin started to take more interest. Trams sounded okay, but he was less sure about canal barges. His unease increased when the warehouseman mentioned canal bikes.

  “They are small boats, which you have to peddle. Though I don’t know how many, how you say, landing stages stay open in the winter.”

  “Sounds interesting,” Joey said, seeming to consider the possibility of hiring one.

  Kevin’s heart sank, he wasn’t fond of water travel at the best of times, and these bike things sounded particularly unsafe.

  “I must return to work,” Lars said, standing up, Kevin having to crane his neck quite a way in order to keep his face within sight.

  He must be at least six and a half feet, Kevin thought, as a few butterflies started up in his stomach. He didn’t know what was happening to him.

  “Yeah, and we best get going, too. How much do I owe you for the booklet?” Joey asked also rising from the table.

  “Nothing,” Lars dismissed.

  Kevin trailed behind Joey as they walked back to t
he lorry. Despite Joey’s earlier actions, he was still somewhat fearful of what Joey would say or do at seeing his lover ogling another man.

  As usual, Joey walked round to the passenger’s side of the cab, unlocked the door and helped Kevin to climb aboard. Kevin could manage well enough, but it was one of the many little things his sir did for him, which he appreciated. The fact Joey was still willing to do it gave Kevin some comfort.

  As soon as Joey got into the cab at his side, Kevin knew he had to say something. “Sir?”

  “Yeah?”

  “About, well, um, about in there. I, well I dunno what came over me. Lars was a nice man, big, kind and sort of gentle, but…” In a rush Kevin continued, “but he’s not you, Sir, he could never be as great as you. I love you, Sir, and only you, please I hope you can understand and forgive me.”

  Joey smiled and put a hand on Kevin’s leg. “It’s okay to look at other men. I’ve still got eyes myself, you know. I’ve seen loads of cute blokes since we’ve got together. And I thought about what it’d be like to shag one or two of ’em.”

  Kevin stiffened.

  “But all I had to do was compare them to my little pup.” Leaning over, Joey gave Kevin a kiss on the cheek. “And I knew none of ’em could hold a candle to you.”

  That now familiar warm tingly sensation of total happiness began to course through Kevin’s body again.

  A hard edge crept into Joey’s voice. “You can look, Pup, but you better not touch.”

  “Oh, no, Sir, never. You’re everything to me, no other man has come close to being as great and strong and gentle and loving, and…” Kevin was losing the battle with his emotions, so decided to shut up.

  Joey unbuckled Kevin’s seatbelt and opened his arms, Kevin flying into them, using Joey’s shoulder to hide his tears of joy and relief.

  Joey kissed Kevin behind the ear and rubbed his back. “I know. I love you, and you love me, it’s all okay.”

  With his head still buried in Joey’s chest, Kevin said, “I know, Sir. But I can’t help thinking that all those men you saw, none of them would be a cry-baby like me. I just wish I was stronger and not so emotional. I wish I was a better boyfriend for you, someone you could be proud of.”