The truck is parked on some pull off, done driving for the day, maybe telling the damn kid they were the same was a mistake, bc now he won’t shut up. Askin about how he gets his testosterone on the road, how long he’s been on it, what’s it like.
Pretty little thing sitting in his passenger seat, not all mopey and depressed anymore, bright eyed and big smile and doesn’t know how to shut up.
“Doesn’t testosterone boost your sex drive? All my online friends say it’s gonna make me crazy horny. Like uncontrollable horny!! How do you handle that? You’re mostly alone right?”
He smirks, thinkin about messing with the boy, just meant to scare him alittle as a joke.
“I pick up boys like you, that’s how I handle it. Should know better than to get in some guys truck, ain’t you ever watched a horror movie?”
And he expected the kid to jump, to scrambled for the door handle, then he could laugh and tell him he’s joking. But this god damn brat leans in and looks up at him with fuckin sparkles in his eyes.
“You see me as a boy?” It’s so hopeful, so sweet. It leaves the trucker scrambling over his next words.
“What? Course I do. What makes you think I wouldn’t?”
“I dunno…all I got is a shitty haircut and baggy shirts, didn’t think you’d still see me that way when I’m not….when the effort isn’t there really.” And he looks pitiful when he says it, tugs something at the truckers chest.
“Ain’t none of that matter, boy. I can see ya just fine for what ya are. Now come on, we’re gonna spend the night in the back. Yer back will hate ya if you try to sleep in these seats.”
The back of the truck isn’t too bad, it’s small. It’s got some food stocked up, mostly junk like chips and soda, and a small cot that’s piled with blankets and a pillow. The trucker rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, it really ain’t much.
“I’ll take the floor I guess, you should fit just fine in that cot there. I wake early, just so ya know. Probably snore too.”
“You’re not sleeping on the floor. You were nice to pick me up and now you’re letting me sleep here too. I’m not taking your sleeping spot, man…but I don’t mind sharing? You said you pick up boys like me all the time, right? Maybe you could…show me what you do with those boys?” And his hands are so small pressed to this man’s bicep, batting long lashes up at him and biting his plump lip.
“Kid…I was fucking with ya. I don’t really pick up people to fuck, I watch porn on my phone and jerk off.” He deadpans.
“Well, ya don’t gotta do that now. Not if you don’t want to?” The boy is so obviously inexperienced, trying to hard to be sexy and his face burning bright pink at his own words. And damn it all, blame it on loneliness, he can’t say no when there’s a pretty little thing like this infront of him asking for it.
“You ever fuck someone before? Ever been with a man?” The truckers eyes are burning with hunger, in his mind he’s already pinned the boy down and tore him apart. But he’s gotta do this right.
“Me and my friend uh we jerked off across from eachother once…”
“No baby, that doesn’t count. You got no idea what yer doin do ya? You ever see what T does to you down there? Not on Google, not in some shitty porn flick.”
And the boy hangs his head, embarrassment painting the tips of his ears and tears starting to build at the edges of his eyes.
“Now calm down, I didn’t say no…god look at you, I couldn’t say no. I just gotta show you how to do it, yeah? Need someone to show you how to be a man, huh? I can do that for you.”
Even when he’s sat against the truck floor, back pressed to the wall he’s so big. Much bigger than the boy he’s picked up. He pulling off his jeans, and then his boxers. He spreads his legs and yeah, he’s never really seen a man before. With shaking hands the boys undoes his own pants, tosses them to the side with his underwear and looks at the big bear of a man, anxious that he’ll change his mind now that he can see how feminine he really is.
“Fuck…C’mere boy.” And gods nobody has ever talked to him like that, sounded that desperate to have him near. He drops to his knees between the man’s thighs. Takes in the differences of their bodies.
The trucker has thick thighs, one being wider than both of his squeezed together. And he’s covered in dark, course hair. Between his legs he can see the glistening shine to his cunt, and his cock is swollen and peeking through his pubes. His hands are much bigger too, thick fingers that spread his lips to give the boy a better look at his cock.
“This is what T does.” He grunts out, rubbing his fingers along his own length. “You wanna touch it?”
And he’s nodding, nearly drooling at the mouth when his thin fingers shoot forward to touch. Inexperienced and clumsy he rubs the man, and when the trucker wraps his hand around his wrist he feels like he could cum untouched. He’s taking control of him so easy, directing him how to move his fingers and hes panting heavily. It makes the boys brain feel like static. And then he’s being shoved back, those thick fingers now rubbing his cunt and prodding at his clit. He feels insecure, hairless thighs and thin pubic hair. He tries not to think about it, but the trucker seems to already know.
“Get outta yer head, trust me kid. I’m loving what I see, fucking gorgeous boy.” As if to prove his point he presses a finger against his entrance, teasing him with the promise of actual penetration. His thumb presses against his clit, rubbing in circles.
He’s never been touched like this before, never been needed like this before. Everytime the trucker talks about him it’s like a man starved looking at a buffet. And his mouth is against his neck, warm tongue lapping at the spots where his teeth sink in and mark up. The stretch between his legs is driving him insane, thick fingers working into the muscle and curling against his most sensitive nerves. He feels like a loser when he cums embarrassingly fast, soaking the man’s hand but before he can apologize he’s watching the trucker suck his release off his fingers, closing his eyes and moaning like he’s tasting some type of delicacy.
“I want…I want to taste you too. Please?”
“You even know what you’re asking to do, son? Alright…not gonna find me denying ya.” He grins, leaning back and spreading his legs again. “Come get a taste.”