"GET READY, KID ... HERE IT COMES!" the big trucker said just as his huge cock started to go off inside my mouth. The first thick rope of cum shot forth powerfully, the sperm-laden wad of cock-juice shooting deep into my sucking mouth. His monstrous cock twitched and I felt a second creamy strand of his milky semen splash over my tonsils. His hips flexed back and forth as he continued to unload inside my vacuuming mouth, my head banging rhythmically against the headboard as he fucked my face mercilessly. My cheeks were working in and out like a bellows as I sucked ravenously at his rock-hard 11" prick, trying to draw out as much of his delicious man-juice that I could. I swallowed another thick salty wad as he flooded my mouth again and again. I couldn't believe the size of his load—and this was already the fifth one he'd fed me tonight. The silky nectar slid down my throat luxuriously and I sucked for more, already addicted to a taste I'd never experienced until just a few hours earlier. As another syrupy ribbon of semen slid warmly down my throat, I thought back on how my young life had changed in such a short time...
"Thank goodness this guy is stopping", I thought as the big transport pulled over to the side of the road. I'd only been standing with my thumb out for a few minutes, but I was anxious to get away before my mom and that asshole boyfriend of hers came looking for me. I rushed up to the rig, stepped on the running board and reached up to open the passenger door.
"Where you headed, Kid?" the trucker asked as I poked my head in the door.
I paused, awestruck as I looked across the cab at the man facing me. Being small and frail myself, I'd always been impressed by big men, but this guy was huge. I couldn't tell how tall he was sitting down, but he was definitely a big mountain of a man—and ruggedly handsome too. A well-worn ball-cap partially covered curly black hair that I could see he kept quite short. His face was strong-looking, with pronounced cheekbones and deep-set dark eyes that seemed to look into my very soul. It was the face of an experienced masculine man, and I guessed him to be around 40, but in great shape. A few days growth of beard gave him a sexy unkempt look that I found wickedly exciting for some reason. A faded plaid shirt fit tightly across his barrel-like chest and broad shoulders. A few buttons of the shirt were open at the neck, revealing a few tendrils of glistening hair between the two pronounced plates of his powerful-looking pecs. As my eyes roamed down over his big masculine form, I noticed the jeans he wore couldn't hide the impressive size of his long legs and thick tree-trunk-like thighs. I looked down to the floorboards and saw his big feet covered in a pair of rugged hiking boots.
I found myself gulping nervously as I looked at him, taking all of that in within seconds of opening the cab door. Like I said, I'd always been impressed by big men, but I'd never felt the way I felt right now. I was tingly and nervous, but I knew it wasn't from being afraid—it was more from some kind of unknown excitement I felt in his presence.
"I said, where you headed?" he repeated.
"It doesn't matter," I said as I climbed into the cab and dropped my knapsack between my legs. "Anywhere but here."
"How old are you, Kid?"
"18? You're pretty small for 18."
"I've kinda been small my whole life, sir," I replied, my face turning red in shame. Something about being in the presence of his huge man made me feel woefully inadequate. On top of that, I was only 15, but I thought if I told him the truth, he might make me get out of the truck right there on the spot.
"How'd you get that shiner?" he asked, nodding towards my left eye as he pulled back out onto the freeway.
"My mom's boyfriend."
"No sir, he passed away a couple of years back."
"Sorry to hear that. So what'd you do for this guy to want to hit a little fella like you?"
"He just got drunk again, like he and my mom do nearly every day. I ... I just have to get away from there. I don't care where I end up. I didn't do nothing, sir."
He paused for a second and looked me up and down, his intense gaze causing a shiver to run down my spine. "Sir ... I like when you call me that." He gave me a little wink that for some reason made me feel safe—that with this man nothing was ever going to hurt me. "What's your name, Kid?"
"My name's Max, but you just keep calling me sir, okay?" He had a certain firmness to his voice that let me know he was in control here, which was fine with me.
"That's a good boy, Cody. I think we're gonna get along just fine." We drove on with very little talk between us, the tires humming smoothly as Max maneuvered the big truck skillfully through traffic. It was late afternoon before Max spoke again.
"Well Kid, I was originally gonna drive until about midnight, but I'm starting to feel a little tired. There's a nice motel with a restaurant not too far up that I'm thinking of pulling into for the night."
I knew it was going to be getting dark soon and I was worried about trying to get another ride, but I guess I had no choice. "Uh, okay. Would you be able to let me off by the freeway, sir?"
"Look, it's going to be near impossible to get a lift this late at night, and the people who would pick you up at this time would likely be pretty scary, especially for a kid like you." He gave me a knowing look and I couldn't help but nod in agreement. "So why don't you grab a bite to eat with me, crash in my room, and then you can come along with me again tomorrow?"
I felt a rush of excitement at the possibility of being able to stay with him, but I dropped my head before I spoke, ashamed of my situation. "I ... I only have a few dollars. I don't even know if I have enough for a meal."
"That's okay, Kid. It'll be on me. Maybe we can work out some kind of deal." He paused for a second and looked at me intently. As I looked back at him, it seemed as if his gaze was zeroed in on my mouth for some reason. "Yeah, I think I've got something you can work on for me that should make us even."
My heart raced with excitement. Not only would I have the chance to maybe make some money, or at least pay for my meal, but I wouldn't have to leave Max either. "That ... that sounds great. I'll do whatever I can to help you out. Thank you, sir."
He gave me another one of those winks that made me tingle, and this time I noticed a look of real satisfaction on his face. About a half-hour later he pulled off onto a side road just as the light was starting to fade. We pulled into the "Old Log Inn" and Max parked his big truck at the side of the parking lot.
"Leave your knapsack here for now. We'll grab our stuff after we eat," he said as he climbed down out of the truck. I followed and my jaw dropped as I saw him come around from his side of the truck. He had to be at least 6'-6" tall and about 260 pounds of solid muscle. I gasped as I looked at his massive body, so powerful compared to my own petite form.
I followed him into the motel office where I heard him order a room with a king-size bed. "I think I'm gonna need that tonight, Chip," Max glanced at me over his shoulder as he spoke to the man behind the desk.
"No problem, Max," the man said as he looked over at me, a funny twinkle in his eye. "Just don't break the bed like you did last time you were here."
"I'll do my best not to," Max said with a smile as he took the room key the man handed him. "But I can't guarantee anything—you know what I mean."
"Oh, I know what you mean," Chip said with a shake of his head as we left the tiny office. Based on what they'd just said, I figured the last time Max had slept here that the bed he'd had couldn't take his weight. Maybe that's why he'd asked for a king-size this time. I was kind of surprised that he didn't ask if they had a cot that could be brought in for me to sleep on, but I wasn't in any position to complain—the floor was going to be just fine with me.
I followed Max over to the adjoining restaurant, my little legs having to take two steps for each of his long strides. The place had an old log cabin look that made it feel warm and homey.
"Bring us a couple of steaks with fries and salad, Shirley," Max said to the buxom blonde waitress as we took seats on opposite sides of a booth.
"I ... I can't eat that much, sir," I said.
"Well, you just eat what you can." He looked at me with that authoritative look in his eyes again. I knew I'd do my best to please him, but it sounded like an awful lot of food. "I want to see how you handle a big piece of meat." I wasn't sure what he meant but I saw Shirley smile when he said that. "Bring me a big mug of beer. What do you want to drink, kid?"
"Could I just have a glass of milk, sir?"
"Sure. A glass of milk for the little fella here. Thanks, Shirley," Max said before the busty woman turned and walked over to the bar.
"C'mon kid, we've been on the road for hours. Let's go take a piss before our food gets here," Max said as he slid out of the booth. I followed him to the washroom. The place had two urinals and one stall. Max stepped up to one urinal. I was unsure of what to do, but didn't want him to think I was a shy little kid by going into the stall, so I bucked up my courage and stepped up to the urinal next to him. As my nervous fingers fiddled with my fly, I heard a resonant metallic ZZZZIPPPPPPP as Max opened his jeans. The suggestive sound drew my eyes like a magnet and I found my gaze zeroing in on his fingers as he reached into his pants and drew out his dick.
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