Trucker and Pup

by Drew Hunt

  “I haven’t seen you in here for a few weeks.” A voice interrupted the moment, causing Kevin to shift his attention to the tall, wiry newcomer.

  “Huh?” Joey said, no doubt equally distracted.

  “Because I was such a good fuck last time…you said you’d let me have another go at riding your big dick.”

  Kevin tensed.

  Barely glancing at the newcomer, Joey said, “You’re too late, mate. I’m with someone, so do us a favour and fuck off.”

  The guy sneered at Kevin. “Ditch him and come and have a dance with me. You know I’m a great little mover.”

  Kevin could feel Joey’s muscles tensing. He hated scenes, but knew this one was inevitable.

  “I’m not in the habit of repeating myself, but seeing as you’re so thick, I’ll make an exception.” Punctuating each syllable with a jab of his finger in the man’s direction, Joey said, “Why the hell would I want an ugly troll like you when,” he turned to Kevin, “I’ve got everything I need right here.”

  “Huh!” the man waved a dismissive wrist at Kevin.

  Getting angry, Joey said, “See this?” he pointed to Kevin’s collar with its attached leash. “He’s mine, and I’m his. Now piss off before I kick your arse out of here.”

  “Jesus, I’ve heard it all now,” The man laughed mirthlessly. “You, settling down? It’ll never last. I’ve got to tell Tim this. He’ll die laughing.” The guy scanned the crowd and no doubt finding whoever he was looking for, hurried off towards him.

  Focusing his gaze on a shell-shocked Kevin, Joey said, “Sorry about that. You okay?”

  Kevin took a gulp of his rum and Coke. “Uh, yeah. Thanks, thanks for saying what you said. About you being mine and…”

  “Silly baby.” Joey’s face softened before he moved in for a kiss. “You’re worth ten, no, a hundred of guys like him. Hell, I can’t even remember his name. That shows you what a slut I used to be, doesn’t it.”

  “No, Sir, please don’t say that.”

  Joey sighed. “I was a slut, and this,” he waved his hand at the room, “used to be where I picked up a guy for the night, took him home, fucked the bejesus out of him and then chucked him out in the morning. But you,” Joey stroked his fingertips down Kevin’s cheeks, “changed all that.”

  Kevin shivered. This was serious stuff. “You say that you used to be a…”

  “Slut.”

  Kevin couldn’t bring himself to say the word, not in connection with the awesome man he loved with all his heart. “Sir, you always had within you what you are now. I didn’t invent any of that. It was always there.”

  Joey smiled, “But it took you to bring it to the surface. Pup, if it wasn’t for you, I’d have probably gone with that bloke, I’m sure I’d have had a good time and everything, but at the end of the day I’d still be alone, and still unfulfilled.”

  “You fulfil me, Sir, you’re…” Kevin swallowed, “You’re everything to me.”

  After Joey had delivered a tongue-curling kiss to Kevin’s lips which left him breathless, Joey said, “All this romance is making me thirsty. Want another?” He picked up his empty glass.

  Kevin remembered something he’d promised himself he would bring up. “It’s my round, I’ll get them.”

  “Uh uh.” Joey shook his head. “This is your date.”

  “No, Sir.” Kevin was determined to stick to his guns. “This is our date. You’ve spent way too much money on me already. And besides, you can’t get to the bar unless I let you out of the booth.” Kevin ended with a smile.

  Joey raised an eyebrow, an amused expression playing on his lips. “We’ve become quite the independent pup, haven’t we?”

  “It’s ’cause I love you just as much as you love me, and I need to show you.”

  Joey shook his head, but Kevin could tell it wasn’t a sign of disagreement. Unhooking the leash, Joey said, “I’ll have a Diet Coke.”

  “You don’t want anything in it?”

  “Nope, not when I’m driving.”

  Kevin got to his feet, glad his sir wouldn’t risk his driver’s license. As he made his way to the bar through the throng of men, Kevin was amazed, embarrassed and a little scared at the reaction of the crowd. He heard a few wolf whistles. One guy asked him for his phone number, another rather drunk guy, who Kevin thought was quite hunky, even tried to kiss him.

  Oh, my God, what the hell’s happening? he thought, feeling his face burning up with embarrassment. Shaking his head, Kevin made straight for the gent’s toilets. He needed to wash his face and calm himself down.

  Standing at a urinal, as far from the other patrons as he could, Kevin tried to pee. Closing his eyes, he silently recited his multiplication tables. Soon he relaxed sufficiently to permit his bladder to begin emptying.

  A hard pinch to his left arse cheek shocked Kevin out of his reverie. He snapped his eyes open and spun round to face the perpetrator. Kevin’s urine continued flowing and spilled onto the tiled floor as well as the man’s boots. Kevin looked up at a thickly-set bloke, a mop of uncombed dark brown hair sprawling across his head.

  “Saw you out there. You’re even more cute close up.”

  “Uh,” Kevin said, wondering if the guy was drunk.

  Realising he was still pissing on the floor, Kevin pointed his penis back at the porcelain.

  The man laughed before his wandering hand again reached for Kevin’s bottom, this time patting it lightly. “I haven’t seen you around here before, where’s a pretty thing like you been hiding?”

  “Uh,” Kevin repeated. This had never happened to him before, no one had ever felt him up, chatted him up or whatever the term was. “I, uh, I’m with someone,” was all he could think of to say as he rearranged himself and zipped up.

  “Ditch him. I bet my dick’s bigger than his. I’ll let you suck on it all night., Here, have a look.”

  Kevin began to panic, what had started out as being flattering, if embarrassing, had now become scary, his fight or flight instinct coming to the fore. As the other man outweighed him, being about twice his size, Kevin opted for flight, but his legs refused to move, nor was he able to shift his gaze from the man’s crotch as he groped himself. Once his zipper was down, the man reached in to fish his penis out. Judging by the size of the bulge, the guy wouldn’t have any difficulty locating it.

  A squeak from the outer door snapped Kevin out of his immobility. He fled, narrowly avoiding a collision with the newcomer. Kevin leant against the wall just outside the toilets, overwhelmed and a little out of breath at his bathroom encounter. He knew he’d have to tell Joey what had happened, but he feared his sir would become violent or cause a scene. But the prospect of lying, if only by omission, was something Kevin knew he could never do. Approaching the bar, Kevin waited until he was served. He asked the barman to put a double rum in his Coke, knowing he needed the Dutch courage. As he waited for his change, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He resisted the urge to turn round.

  “Hello again, little cutie.”

  “Please,” Kevin said, still facing away. “Go away, I’m not interested.”

  Kevin jumped as the man put his large hands on his shoulders and started to massage them.

  “You’re all tense, little one. Why don’t you come and sit with me and I’ll give you a good rub down?” The man laughed, but to Kevin there didn’t seem to be any warmth in it.

  Accepting his change from the barman, Kevin finally turned to face the man, dislodging his hands in the process. “I’m with someone. This,” Kevin indicated his collar by raising his drink and touching the rim of the glass to the silver tag, “means I’m claimed, and I love my sir very much.”

  “Aw, that’s sweet.”

  “My sir is very possessive. He doesn’t like other men chatting me up. So for your own sake I’m saying thanks, but no thanks.”

  Kevin marvelled at his bravery. Somehow the collar had given him the courage to stand up to the guy. Though when he looked down at his hands, he cou
ld see they were shaking, causing the ice in the glasses to clink. He took a gulp of his drink before staring right into the man’s eyes.

  “Goodbye,” Kevin said before turning his back on the man.

  * * * *

  Joey had watched Kevin leave the table and could swear the little sod was giving his cute leather-clad arse a couple of extra wiggles. A fact not lost on the other patrons who openly and lasciviously admired his pup. His pup! Joey ran the full gamut of emotions. He was angry at how blatantly Kevin was behaving. He was proud that Kevin was coming out of his shell, finally recognising what a fucking great little body he had. Joey was also a little fearful. Some of those guys might want to steal Kevin away from him. His fists tightened, They’ll have to go through me first! He sat squirming in his seat, a painful erection pressing into his leg. He remembered joking with Kevin about how he’d have to beat the men off him. He was beginning to think he might have to do it.

  To Joey’s surprise, Kevin didn’t stop at the bar; instead he made his way over to the gent’s toilets. Joey grew concerned. He knew full well what sorts of things went on in there. He’d picked up more than one trick by waving his equipment about as he stood at the urinals. It took every ounce of his self control not to get up and follow his lover to make sure he didn’t come to any harm.

  The internal battle was almost lost when Joey saw Kevin emerge, looking a little shell-shocked. Getting to his feet, Joey was immediately accosted by some bloke who claimed Joey had fucked a friend of his a couple of months earlier, and wondered if Joey could do the same for him.

  Despite his concern over Kevin, Joey couldn’t help wonder that now he was taken, he seemed to have men throwing themselves at him left, right and centre. Joey tried to get out of the booth, but the man, a little too campy for his taste, wasn’t going to be brushed off so easily.

  “I’m a good lay. Best bottom this side of Bradford.”

  “I’m sure, but I ain’t interested.”

  “I love a top who plays hard to get. And honey, by the looks of the bulge in those scrumptious leather pants of yours, you’re already pretty hard.”

  The man reached out and gave Joey’s package a squeeze. Joey was frozen to the spot for a couple of seconds, shocked at the guy’s blatant fondling. Yet again he marvelled at how different things were now he couldn’t take advantage of all the arse that was being served up to him. He looked over the man’s shoulder at Kevin, but to his alarm, he wasn’t there. Joey’s train of thought was interrupted by his potential suitor’s ever more desperate attempts to get into his pants.

  “For fucks sake, just piss off!” Joey pushed the man to one side, almost knocking him over.

  Joey advanced towards the last place he’d seen Kevin, his worry escalating with every step. Something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Turning to face the bar, Joey’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Some bastard was looming behind his pup, pawing at him. Joey altered course and steamed towards the bar with his fists clenched, determined to sort the punk out. Kevin was his!

  By the time he’d pushed his way through the throng, receiving some angry looks and comments from people who had got in his way, the bloke had gone. Kevin seemed okay, if a bit flushed, but Joey was mad, still hell bent on sorting the guy out.

  “What the fuck’s going on? He had his hands all over you,” Joey said, ignoring the drink Kevin was holding out for him.

  “Sir, please, it’s okay. Let’s go back to the table.”

  “But, I want to…”

  “Sir, please!” Kevin had such a determined look on his face, one Joey had never seen before.

  Willing to give Kevin the benefit of the doubt, for now, he thought, Joey nodded and pushed his way back to the table, further infuriating those he’d previously upset.

  “You gonna tell me what the fuck all that was about?” Joey said when they’d got back to their booth, none too gently evicting a couple in their late teens who had stolen their seats.

  “He tried to come on to me.”

  “The bastard!” Joey made to rise, but Kevin put a restraining hand on his knee.

  “It’s okay, Sir, honest it is. I was a bit scared at first, and I have to say a little flattered, too. But I kept reminding myself that you,” he stared right into Joey’s eyes, “and only you, are my sir, my lover.”

  Joey took a gulp of his drink, wishing it was something stronger than Diet Coke. How come he’s so calm about it all? he thought, still fuming inwardly.

  “I showed him my collar, I thanked him for his interest in me, but I told him that I was very happily taken.”

  “And he backed off?” Joey said, knowing if he’d been the one in pursuit, that kind of argument wouldn’t have held much sway.

  “He did when I told him about how protective you are with me. I told him that the last guy who messed with me got put in hospital for a month.”

  Joey mulled over Kevin’s words, a smile slowly creeping onto his face. “Really?”

  “Well, uh, not the part about you putting someone in hospital.” Kevin lowered his head. Then he raised it again, his eyes showing great determination. “But I would have done if he hadn’t have backed down.”

  Joey’s smile got wider. This soon turned into a chuckle, which escalated into helpless laughter. “Oh, Pup! That’s so fucking brilliant.”

  “Please, Sir. Please put the lead back on me. I don’t mind saying I was a bit scared, but all I had to do was remind myself that you loved me and you’d protect me. That gave me the courage to say what I did, but now I…” Kevin swallowed the last of his drink, “now I need you to hold me and remind me that you’re mine.”

  Joey’s laughter died in his throat. He clipped the leash to Kevin’s collar before lifting him onto his lap and hugging him fiercely. “I’m not letting you get any further away from me than this for the rest of the night,” he said into Kevin’s hair.

  Kevin turned round so he was chest-to-chest with Joey, wrapped his arms around him and snuggled even tighter. “I love you, Sir.”

  * * * *

  “Get that fucking gorgeous little arse of yours up those stairs!” Joey said, chasing a giggling Kevin up the three flights of steps to his flat.

  Joey had been horny for most of the night; Kevin looked so God damned hot in those clothes and his new hairstyle. If he stopped to think about it, Joey couldn’t blame that other bloke for wanting a piece of his pup. But amazingly Kevin had put the guy in his place without Joey having to step in.

  The sight of Kevin’s leather-clad bum as it bounced in front of his face put Joey on full bone. “Come on, you little stud, I can’t wait,” Joey said, reaching out to give the perfect mounds of arse flesh a quick grope.

  “Sir, someone will see!” Kevin said through his laughter.

  “Let ’em. I want everyone to know what I’m going to do with you.”

  They’d reached his door. Turning round, panting from his exertions, Kevin said, “And just what has my sir got in mind?”

  Joey leered at Kevin, sending him into another fit of giggles. “Let me get that door open and I’ll show you.”

  Joey grew impatient with himself as he fumbled with the lock.

  “Let me,” Kevin said, putting a hand over Joey’s and slotting the key home and turning it.

  Joey stood in his hallway, pressing Kevin up against the closed door. Punctuated by a series of kisses, he said, “I am so fucking horny.” He then bit the side of Kevin’s jaw.

  As he fought to remove Kevin’s shirt, Joey ground his painfully hard manhood into Kevin’s belly. Once the shirt had been discarded, Joey pulled off Kevin’s undershirt and immediately swooped down to suckle on the exposed nipples, causing the smaller man to moan softly.

  After undressing himself, Joey returned his attention to Kevin, whom he unzipped, fishing out his raging hard tube of flesh. Joey was thankful Kevin had insisted on copying him and going commando.

  Sinking to his knees, Joey engulfed Kevin in one quick swallow, the smalle
r man throwing his head back, unable to stifle his cry of surprise. As he worked on his lover’s pole, Joey eased Kevin out of his lower garments. Once his pup was nude save for his dog collar, Joey used his hands to rub along Kevin’s smooth thighs until he reached the almost hairless scrotum. Joey then spent some time gently massaging his pup’s balls.

  “Ah, Sir! I’m close,” Kevin panted.

  As Joey didn’t want Kevin to climax yet, he withdrew, held Kevin by the hips, and with as much tenderness as his lust-fogged brain would allow, lowered him to the hall carpet. Desperate to re-connect, Joey crawled on top of his pup, zeroing in on his face, vacuuming the tongue from his mouth and sucking on it hungrily. The two men kissed, Kevin seeming to be just as desperate for Joey as Joey was for him.

  Hoping Kevin would be sufficiently distracted by their protracted round of face sucking, Joey fumbled for his trousers. Locating the back pocket, he pulled out a small tube of lubricant and did his best to open himself up. Though he couldn’t identify why, Joey wanted, needed Kevin inside him something bad. Although he’d enjoyed it the last time he’d bottomed, Joey still knew he preferred to be on top. But there was a deep itch within his bowel that needed to be satisfied, and he was determined his pup’s pole would scratch it.

  Believing he was as loose as he could make himself in the time available, Joey reached for his trousers again and withdrew a condom. After seeing a porn video where the guy opened the foil package with his teeth, Joey tried to emulate the manoeuvre. He then rolled to the side and grasped Kevin’s hard member that lay up against his abdomen.

  “But, Sir, I…”

  “You were great last time. So we’re going to try it again, but with me in charge.” Joey rolled the latex sheath down Kevin’s rod.

  “You need to be opened up, Sir, you can’t take me like you are.”

  Joey smiled at how Kevin was always thinking of his comfort. “Done that, Pup.”

  “Yes, but you need to lube up my dick as well.”

  Good thinking, Joey thought, reaching for the tube once more.

  Squatting over Kevin’s erection, Joey focused his mind, willing himself not to tighten up. His opening soon found the head of Kevin’s dick; Joey could have sworn the thing had doubled in size. But there was no way he was going to chicken out now. Closing his eyes, Joey pushed downward allowing a couple of inches inside.