Slick Men and Brylcreem

“The days of him beating your ass and leave you crying in your bed are over.  I’m going to beat your ass and make you cry in bed only to get turned on and fuck you hard as a result.  Ha. Ha.

“Come over here and give your dad a kiss….  No, you can do better than that….  Atta boy.  No, no.  Stay right there.  I told you to spend the night here having fun.  Did you get loaded up?...  How many in your gut?...  How many in your butt?  Five loads?  That’s good.  I would have preferred all five in your butt, but three is good. 

“Now remember all that happened here.  Because, as my son, I’m in control of that cunt between your legs.  No other men will be in there, not unless I say.

“Did you cum?...  What’s with that puzzled look?  I told you to enjoy yourself so that you can get one last nut before I cut your access off. 

“Tell you what, strip naked right there and jack off for me.  Yeah, I told you on that first night I fucked you, that you are never to touch yourself while I’m using you.  But right now, I want you to cum for me.  Strip.

“Son, I told you when I offered you to come live with me and be my son, that obedience is the center of what I am looking for.  Being naked in front of me will become very natural for you.  The thought of driving around with my naked boy next to me, gets me hard.  Now strip son.  Atta boy.

“This cruise spot is dead in the daylight, so no one will be pulling in any time soon.  It’s funny that the number of times we connected at night, you have been naked without any problem over by those trees.

“Put all your clothes in back.  Get on your knees, right there on the asphalt.  No, move back a little.  I want a better view.  You are rock hard.

“Begin.  Go on.  That’s it.  No, no.  Look up at me.  Stare at your new Dad.  Stare at the man who will own you, who will protect you, who will discipline you, and who will fuck the hell out of you every day.  I may be close to sixty, but I still have the stamina of a thirty-year-old.

“With your free hand, shove two fingers into your cunt….  Yeah.  Feel those loads?  Imagine those being mine.  I know you want to taste it, don’t ya boy?  Pull your fingers out and shove it into your mouth.  There you go.  Tastes nasty, doesn’t it?  I can see the ecstasy in your eyes.  I know you are remembering the first time I fucked you.  You were being spit roasted by those two truck drivers over there.  The three of us were going back and forth between your holes.  You didn’t care what we were doing.  It was all about servicing us. 

“The number of times I used you, it was all about my pleasure.  That’s what I like to see in a boy.

“Do it again.  Go in deep to get your fingers extra coated up.  Keep looking at me while you do it.  Keep pounding that tiny pud. 

“That thing is so small.  I don’t think I ever paid attention to it before, other than smacking you the few times I thought you were trying to reach for it.  I initially thought you reached for your thing just to get face slapped.  But you learned that your pecker is useless and should be ignored.

“You liked me smacking you across your face when my fat dick was slamming into your cunt.  But I saw that hesitation on your face; you didn’t want to encourage more slaps, but deep down you craved it.  I got so turned on to your confusion.  Don’t worry, I have no intention of changing.  You need to be continually reminded of your place.  Nothing does that better than a good ol’ fashioned smack especially randomly during the day.

“You are really going to town on your pecker.  Don’t ask me for permission, just shoot.  It will be the last selfish decision you will make.  Afterwards I will be deciding everything for the two of us.  My needs, my wants, my pleasures are your focus, always.

“My cock will be the center of your world.  You know all eight inches of it.  So, I don’t have to do any stretch training.  Being a whore here to every man with a hard on gave you that. 

“Son, put your hand back there and push.  Shit out the rest of the loads onto your hand….  There you go.  I heard that wet fart.  That’s bound to be messy….  You know what to do with it.

“That’s a good boy.  Lick your fingers clean.  Damn, you like it nasty don’t you?  Of course you do. 

“You like piss, Son?...  Moan if you do….  Good.  I love pissing in holes.  You drank mine with some difficulty.  As my son you will be expected to drink mine.  You eat ass?...  Well Son, you are going to be spending a lot of time with your tongue buried deep inside my hairy ass.  A lot of time.

“Damn boy!  Shoot that fucker….  Fuck yeah!...  That’s a huge load there.  Finish licking your fingers clean.  Figured it would be the thought of eating my ass would make you cum.  Son, there’s no way I would have you as my son if you didn’t enjoy tongue fucking my shithole.

“Go on lick your own cum off your hand.  Enjoy your reward.  That’s the last time your tiny balls will be emptied.  You’ll have all of my cum, more you could ever want; you know I produce huge loads, and I can go several rounds.

“Did you lick all the cum off your hands?...  Good.  Now lick the cum that is on the asphalt.  Yeah, you heard me.  That’s it.  Yeah, you follow orders without second guessing.

“That’s going to be expected being my son living with me.  I will take care of you, but I won’t take shit from you.  You do need structure.  You need discipline.  I will deliver it as I see fit.  And I don’t want any back talk from you.

“Ok.  Get up and get in the truck.  Bring your shirt….

“…Put your shirt on the seat.  I don’t want that ass spooge fucking up my leather seats.  Close the door. 

“Ok.  The is the moment.  This is your last out.  I’m offering you a life where you will be my son and I will be your dad.  I’m in control at all times.  You will be disciplined, and you will be used to satisfy my urges.  You will also take care of the cooking and cleaning.

“Don’t worry, you will be fucked.  My cock gets hard two or three times a day. 

“Speaking of which.  My dick likes to fuck.  And sometimes it’s going to fuck other boys.  You are never to show jealousy.  In fact, I want you to get excited to know my dick is getting taken care of.  Your first words to me after me using some other cunt should be begging me to clean my cock.  Monogamy is not for me, and it never will be.  But it will be for you.  Your focus is always on me.  You will not think of being with another man.  Even when I have other men fuck you, your thoughts are on how it will please me to follow my orders.

“My cock is the only cock that matter to you.  That includes your own.  I had you jack off looking at me.  I wanted to be the subject of your last orgasm.  I have owned slaves, boys, puppies, subs, you name it.  None of them were allowed to touch themselves, let alone play with it.  You aren’t going to be any different in this regard. 

“Here, put this on.  This is a chastity cage.  Take it.  Put it on.  When you lock it in place, you are agreeing to be my son.  You will be accepting this role unconditionally. 

“Pull your balls through first.  Yeah… now your shaft.  It should be easy since you are soft.  Here’s the lock.  When we get home, I will be removing your pubes—in fact all your hair below your nose.  I have a cream that will do that.  Several applications will start to destroy your hair follicles.  I will continue doing it until you are completely and permanently hairless.

“You haven’t seen me naked here, but I am one hairy fucker.  I love contrast.  Me a hairy ape and you a smooth bitch boy.  I’m 6’3” 285 pounds, and you are what, 5’5” and 140?  I’m 59 and you are 19.  And the biggest difference?  I have eight very very fat inches, and yours is nothing.

“You ready to lock that?  This is your last opportunity to back out.  You lock that, and you are mine…. 

“Fuck yeah son!  You ARE mine now….  And now you’ve been face slapped for the first time as my son.  Ha!

“Now here’s your first test.  This is a pill for you to take.  Stick it in your mouth and swallow.  Here’s some water for you.  If I had thought about it ahead of time, I would have a water jug of my piss for you to drink.  Swallow it.

“Good boy.  Lean over and give your dad a kiss….  Oh yeah son.  You made the right decision.  Mmmm.  Mmmm.  You can use your tongue with me.  Mmmmm.  Mmmmm.

“Scream son!  Wasn’t expecting that hunh?  Remember, your titties are a source of instant pain.  And they are right here in arms reach.  I can be driving down the road and reach over and twist the fuck out of one, digging in my nail. 

“Or I can reach down and play with your balls….  Fuck, that’s what I hate about these cages!  They interfere with me grabbing a hold of your balls. 

“It’s a good thing that cage will come off in a month’s time.  That pill I gave you is part of set of pills where the biggest side effect being not being able to get erect.  For most men, it is the worst part of taking it.  But that’s the feature I want.  After a month of daily dosing, you will be completely soft.

“Oh fuck, the thought of looking down at you in my sling to see your limp pecker with your sole focus on your hole pleasing me…  Damn.  I’m starting to get a chubby. 

“Finally, I got your balls in my hand, and with a squeeze...  Awwww.  They are just balls!...  Quit flailing around.  Sit up….  SIT UP!  This is not how…

“…What the…?  Oh my.

“Get out of the truck.  Now!  Come with me to the tailgate.

“Bend over it.  I want to see your back and ass.  Go on lean over. 

“Damn!  Those are some serious welts.  Your former dad did all this last night?  Looks like a 2-inch belt.  There’re about ten to twenty strokes on your back, same amount on your ass.  He even went on your thighs. 

“I just don’t get it.  Why would a man do this… and not fuck you afterwards?

“I need a piece of this right now.  Hold still; Dad is coming in. 

“Oh fuck do you feel good.  There’s still some of the loads in your pussy.  Its silky walls is making my dick slide in naturally.  Oh man.  I know I have fucked you like a dozen times.  But this time it’s a thousand times better.  Your cunt is now my cunt.  Everything is so right.

“I get to fuck this whenever I want.  It’s mine.  All mine.  These welts are beautiful.  I love—after I belt a boy’s back and ass—to fuck him and hold him tight.  My sweaty wiry chest hair act like razors slicing across every welt, every thrust of my cock is agony.

“I’m gonna cum!  Ahhh!  Fuck!  Ahhh!  Shit son!  That was fucking amazing. 

“Let’s go home.  I need to fuck you again.  I was going to wait to fuck your first in my bed… no, our bed.  But I couldn’t help myself after seeing those welts. 

“…Come in. No, leave it barely latched. It leaves the crack between the door and the partition open a little wider so I can watch the guys standing at the urinals across the way. Besides, I don’t mind guys walking in on me enjoying myself.

“What are you looking for?... To give me a blowjob? That’s it? Well, aren’t you a cute thing? Why don’t you get naked? You can put all your clothes in the corner. Being in the handicap stall at the end, we have plenty of room, and besides at this hour of the early morning not much is happening.

“Shhh. Shhh. You need to whisper, like I am. Any man can come in and hear us. There’s a time and way to be discovered. That is not the way to do it.

“Kneel right there. Just kneel. Knees apart. Don’t play with yourself. Just… be patient. Let your pecker point up if it wants to do that. Watch me stroke mine.

“I’ve seen you here before. You hang around the trucker’s lounge. And I noticed you following drivers like me in here. You like hard working men, hunh? Of course you do. You peep at them through that hole? Hmmm. Is that all? If you are lucky, you may get to blow them? Let me fill you in on a secret. There’s way more to a man than what you see through that peephole. More things that can turn you on.

“Why don’t you slowly start to jack me off, but I’m not ready to cum yet. So keep it at a nice pleasurable pace.

“When my route passes through town, I always come to this truck stop and to this stall to enjoy what is around me. It hasn’t changed in twenty years. Even back then it was old and a bit sleazy. Still, coming here always gets me hard.

“I don’t know if you were paying attention, but in the last minute or so, one of the two showers on the other side of this wall have stopped. Those showers may be private, but they have open ceilings, and you can feel the humidity come over. Also, you hear a lot of what’s going on over on that side.

“That driver is probably drying himself off. Picture a big man rubbing a towel across his hairy belly and up and over his pecs to his fresh pits. Then he lifts his leg on the ledge in order to dry his furry crack. He may linger at his hole, allowing his wet finger to play with it for a brief moment of private pleasure….

“Now he moved to the sink. You can tell from the sound of shaving cream. No act is more masculine as shaving. It’s a ritual that some men perform every few days, allowing the rugged brutish stubble to give way to a strong jawline and a defined chin—one form of masculinity for another. All men address it in their own way, and each way is all man.

“While some men come in here to clean up, other men come in here to take a long piss after a long day of work. They don’t have to the time to get showered up. They have a long day ahead of them. They’ll deal with it later. They piss at the urinal with their cocks hanging out. Think about how exposed for any other man to see—you or the next driver to catch a glance of their manhood. There’s a fleeting connection two men have in that split moment. Then they shake their dick and tuck it away. Most men don’t wash the drop or two off their own hands—no woman around to tell them to do otherwise. The thought of them walking out of here with a drop or two of piss on their hands gets me hard.

“That other shower shut off, so you need to make sure you don’t make any noise, unless you are super quiet, like me. I need some lube on my cock. If you want to lean over and suck me a little bit go ahead…. Your mouth feels good…. Now pull off and continue jacking me.

“You hear that?... The guy in the shower is watching a porno on his phone. Do you hear the bitch on the video moaning? So he’s probably giving it a tug.

“The best part is that the shaver still shaves. If we hear it. he must hear it. But he goes on tapping his razor on the sink. He knows the primal urges we men must regularly take care of. He just continues without a second thought finishing up what he needs to… and just like that he’s gone to begin his day.

“In this lounge, in this bathroom, or in the showers, men are just men. We all have a shared purpose for being here. There is a bond, mostly a subconscious one, between us—one based on sharing our intimate times, whether that be whipping out our dicks at the urinal, or knowing that another driver is pounding his pud to porn. Now there are some that don’t want a connection at all, but most are fine with it.

“We are around men just like ourselves. Extremely masculine men. We interact with mostly men. We drive powerful vehicles. We are in this environment just about every moment of the day. And with that, there is an expectation that we maintain that masculinity.

“So when you come in here, you need to understand and anticipate that. It’s this heightened masculinity that draws you here. You recognize it with just about every man who walks in. And it turns you on.

“This isn’t a desire for a specific look or for the way someone dresses. A man wearing work boots shouldn’t turn you on, but a man who works hard in his work boots should. You will start to be drawn to the man himself, for what and who he is.

“Not being a driver yourself, you have an outsider’s need to connect to this. You crave this type of masculinity, but not being ‘one of us’ you feel like you are less. And you feel the need to gratify in order to compensate for this disconnect. That’s normal. That’s the mindset you need to bring when you cruise for trucker dick.

“When we are out driving, take it from me that our minds are continually thinking of sex. We have a sexual hunger in need of release. Just like the ‘bater in the shower stall is about to do. You can hear his breathing if you listen hard. He’s about ready to cum. Fuck yeah. There he goes. Hot damn.

“I know you probably wanted to swallow his load, but he didn’t hook up with anyone. Not all drivers are into playing with other guys. In fact the vast majority of drivers don’t play around. Some do—hell many do. You serve a purpose for them. You are there to be a hole for the man to use so he can release that pent up energy. The thing that you need to realize is that you are an instrument—nothing more—to service them by offering an amazing blowjob or an ass to fuck. You are merely a surrogate for their wife or girlfriend. The little interaction outside of that dynamic the better….

“Shh shh, he’s about to leave…. Good, we are in here alone. Put more spit on my cock. When you service the cock of a hardworking man, you have to realize you are servicing the whole man. You should treat him like he is everything to you, knowing full well that you are just a hole to fuck. You need to adapt to his way of getting off. If he wants a slow blow job, or a brutal skull fuck, you do your best to comply. If he wants you to lick his shitter, you gladly do it. If he wants to breed your ass, make sure it is clean and lubed up ready to go. If you understand his primal needs, you will get what you need. And if no opportunity presents itself, you have all this time spent in a room filled with testosterone. To jack off to the men doing their daily manly things all night is way more of a turn on than waiting to watch a guy through a peep hole.

“…You hear those footsteps in the background? Those are some heavy work boots walking this way. Ok, start blowing me. There is no other sound that turns me on like that. Heavy work boots here go with big working men, big sweaty hyper-masculine men. When a man with big heavy work boots takes the stall next to me, I always glance under to look at his shadow. Sometimes you can see the shadow of a big cock as he’s ready to unleash a heavy torrent of piss into the toilet bowl. No other sight and sound gets me to cum as quickly.

“Shh shh. Don’t stop what you are doing. He’s at the urinal across from us. He’s fucking huge. There’s no mistaking the sound of his piss. He’s glancing over this way.

“Now it’s time for you to perform. All the way down. Gag on it…. Oh man!

“…I see you peeping through. You can stand out there or you can come in here and watch up close. There’s plenty of room in here. I don’t mind, and this boy certainly doesn’t. Yeah, c’mon in.