Date: Thu, 3 Mar 2011 14:03:13 -0500
From: Zachary Taylor Burns <artistic.revelations@hotmail.com>
Subject: Life On the Road

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know why anyone says that because you are just going to read it anyway
*shrug*

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All rights reserved.

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This is for someone special.  You know who you are, and I hope you enjoy
your fantasy ;-)


LIFE ON THE ROAD
by Zachary Taylor Burns


Bennett Jenson pulled his eighteen-wheeler into a parking spot, nose in
because he despised having to back into a spot.  He would much rather deal
with the minor hassle of backing out of a stall than into one.

Age twenty-nine [and soon to be **gasp** thirty!], he worked for one of the
so-called "premiere" trucking companies that ran out of the midwest- Cedar
Rapids, to be exact.  The job was tedious, having to drive cross-country
day after long, tiring day.  Also having to shower in truck stops and sleep
in his cab, curled up on the bunk because the company refused to pay for
such ridiculous extravagances as lodging.  At least they provided his fuel,
paid via debit card.  Thank the creator for at least that much.  Some
companies made their employees pay for their own fuel, which was blatantly
stupid during this time of economic crisis that allowed the price of diesel
to climb toward five dollars a gallon.

Not quite the luxurious life Bennett had imagined for himself, a
non-descript, closeted gay man living in the 21st century.

Having no one to call his significant-other/boyfriend/partner or whatever
it was these current gays were calling the men they dated, he was alone,
lonely, and full of torrential amounts of unreleased cum due to the
grueling hours spent on the road, delivering whatever the company demanded
of him.  He drove his ten hours, took his Department of Transportation
regulated rest breaks, slept as much as possible, and had no other life.
Driving WAS his life; he had no time for anything else.  No place to call
home, other than that of his parents- his home was the open road.  The day
he had been told he was hired for the job, Bennett broke his lease [which
made the landlord quite unhappy], sold off what belongings he couldn't
squeeze into a big rig cab, which amounted to a few changes of clothing, a
small refrigerator, a blanket, his pillows and a few collectibles he had
acquired during some previous travels.

Little did Bennett know how much his tedious and demanding life was about
to change.

***

His name was Sebastian, although, for obvious reasons that was not a known
fact at first glance.  He was stunning, to put it mildly.  Couldn't be more
than, say, eighteen?  No facial hair to speak of, and there was genuine
doubt that any could be grown at all.

Blue?  Yes.  Blue hair, reminding him of that Youtube celebrity Tom Milsom,
although this lad's hair was much shorter and spiked.  Eye color was yet to
be determined, as were other factors which we will discussing shortly.

Bennett had never considered the fact that he might be attracted to younger
guys.  Sure, he always took a second glance to those he found attractive,
but never gave serious thought to age and experience, just looks alone.
Which, as the current roles of gay society strictly state- those persons
who have lesser than perfect looks should simply crawl under a rock and
suffocate themselves.

That, of course, is merely an exaggeration by the author, but as most
anyone can attest, looks play a ridiculous percentage in whether or not one
finds another to be "worthy" of attention.

Back to the stunning blue-haired teenager.

Yes, he was gorgeous.  Could be on the cover of GQ magazine, have the most
notable celebrities on his arm with just a bat of his overly long
eyelashes.  Ah, there are his beautiful eyes.  Violet?  Now those are rare
indeed.  Maybe this kid was perfection after all?  Elizabeth Taylor would
be so proud.

Oh dear, here he comes.  Look at those hips swaying.  Definitely gay.
Bennett's dick started to grow inside his jeans, all the while standing in
the middle of the aisle that held the potato chips and candy.

"Excuse me," the violet-eyed, blue-haired teenager said as he reached past
Bennett and picked up a bag of Lays chips.

Subliminal messaging, perhaps? thought Bennett.  If only he had the ability
to know the thoughts of others- if that was the case, he would know that he
was correct in his assumption.

Sebastian was covertly relaying the message to this potential prospect
exactly what he wanted.  Although Bennett would not discover until much
later the true age of young Sebastian.

Bennett had some wicked thoughts about what he might like to be doing with
the blue-haired hottie, and made a quick, though not quite so subtle,
adjustment in his jeans.  That was the second thing young Sebastian
noticed.  The first was the fact that Bennett was quite a stunner himself,
the two-days growth of stubble doing much to enhance his facial features
and making him look damn sexy and quite fuckable.  Tall and thin, jeans
that cupped a tight ass and n equally impressive bulge in the front.  Yes,
Sebastian certainly wanted his way with the older man, and wasn't even
considering making him pay for the deed.

Bennett decided he wasn't hungry.  Oh, he was definitely hungry all right,
just not for food.  Being quite brazen, he pushed the exit doors open, took
one last look behind him, locked eyes with the teenager for a quick but
oh-so-intense second, and then left the building without looking back.  He
knew, KNEW, the hottie would be following him.  He crawled inside his
truck, surprising himself at his complete lack of conscience effort to
assuage his overworked, and undersexed, mind from telling him this was
wrong on so many levels.  If he had managed to arrive at a conclusion that
did not include bedding the blue-haired beauty, his mind would have
rationalized that he hadn't masturbated in almost two weeks, hadn't had sex
of any kind with anyone in six months, and was certainly due for some good
ass-pounding, nails-down-the-back, lip smacking good sex so hurry up and
just do it already before your balls fall off from lack of attention.

There was a tense ninety-three seconds between the time Bennett closed his
cab door behind him, and the knock that alerted him of someone's presence.
He knew precisely how long because he timed it on his watch.

Bennett opened the cab door, and the young man, who introduced himself as
Sebastian, stepped up into the driver's side, crawled over the seat and
fell into the bottom bunk of the so-called bed behind the driver's seat.

"I can't believe I'm doing this" were the first six words that Bennett
uttered to young Sebastian.

"Me either" were the first two words spoken by Sebastian to his conquest.

Other than some intense sexually-charged utterances of desire to tell the
other what was wanted, the next few words spoken by either party ["Damn
that was good!"] were after the intense ass-pounding, nails-down-the-back,
lip smacking good sex, the used condom thrown carelessly on the floor.  The
specific details of the act itself may or may not be relayed to the reader
at a later time.

"How old are you?" was the first question issued by Bennett, post-orgasmic
sex.  Not the more appropriate one where it is discovered the name of the
strange bed partner.

"Nineteen," was the shy reply made by the youngster as he reached for his
clothing.

Bennett laughed and shook his head, sliding his hand down between the
sheets to gently stroke his newly bred partner.  "You barely have any hair
down there, how old are you really?"

Sebastian stared through his long, girlish eyelashes at Bennett for two
seconds before replying with, "I just turned sixteen."

"Oh hell," Bennett replied, heart pounding in his chest at the thought of
spending the rest of his life behind bars for scarring the life of an
innocent teenager.  What he didn't know at this point was the word
'innocent' hardly described Sebastian's antics, as had just so recently
been proven.

"I'll go if you want me to," Sebastian said as he made to slip on his red
and black silk boxers.

"No," was the quick reply from Bennett, who held up a hand.  "I mean, that
is.... uh, if you want to stay, you can, I don't mind."

"Thanks," Sebastian said and promptly dropped his silky undergarment to the
floor and crawled back under the covers, his hot smooth body pressed
tightly against Bennett's equally hot, smooth body.  Okay, that last part
was an exaggeration, for Bennett had some hair on his stomach in a line
that led directly to his groin.  And hair in his pits, of course, and his
pubes.  Oh, can't forget about leg hair.  But other than that, smooth.

"My name's Sebastian," the blue-haired teenager announced as Bennett slid
an arm across the boy's smooth chest, fingers deftly producing a squeal of
delight as a nipple was pinched, ever so gently of course.

"Bennett," said the elder of the two.

"Where you headed?" Sebastian wondered as Bennett's fingers traced
meaningless circles on his chest.

Bennett slid his hand farther down the teen's stomach and traced a circle
around his navel, which earned a twitch from his ever-ready penis.  "Miami,
then to New Orleans for a pickup which will be delivered to Las Vegas,
hopefully before Friday next week."

"That sounds like a ton of driving," Sebastian said, then moaned as
Bennett's fingers reacquainted themselves with his smooth ballsac.

"It is," Bennett nodded, then massaged Sebastian's testicles, which
elicited yet another moan.  "Then, back here to the east coast, to
Harrisburg."

"Can I go along?" Sebastian asked, sitting up and staring into the truck
driver's intense green eyes.

"You want to ride in this truck cross-country?" Bennett said, somewhat
stupidly, as that was exactly what the boy had just stated.

"Please?  I don't eat much, and we could have lots of fun together, having
sex at every truckstop along the way," Sebastian said with a conspiratorial
tone, and knew instantly it was an idea that was well-received.

"What about your parents?" Bennett wondered, briefly thinking with the
brain in his head instead of the one in his dick.  "They might send a
rescue party to find you."

"It's just me and my older brother Thomas," Sebastian said, and batted
those perfect eyelashes again.  "I have money, you won't need to buy me
anything, and it will be fun."

"Fine," Bennett replied with a grin, "with the condition that I speak to
Thomas and he is made well aware of your decision."

Sebastian reached down to his jeans, pulled out a cell phone, and within
seconds Bennett was explaining the crazy idea to a somewhat worried, yet
completely understanding, older brother, who gave the necessary, and
extremely desired, permission.

"Great!" Sebastian exclaimed with joy as he threw his cell onto the floor
[it landed right next to the used condom, for those that care to know those
sorts of details].  "When do we leave?"

"Nine and a half hours from now," Bennett replied with dismay, his brain
beginning to wind down from the after-sex contentment and lack of sleep,
which his body craved now that it had finally been satiated with some good
sex after a too-long fast.  "You're welcome to stay here and sleep with me,
or you can come back and meet me before I get ready to leave."

"I'll cuddle with you for a bit, if that's all right," Sebastian replied
with a merry grin, and settled back into position.  "If I'm not here when
you wake up, I will definitely be back here in time to leave."

With that, the two fell into a well-earned, dreamless sleep.

***

Bennett awoke, startled from his sleep by one of those weird,
pain-in-the-ass limb jerks, slightly disoriented for a brief moment until
he remembered what had occurred in the previous hours.  Had he really
hooked up with and bed a sixteen-year-old?  He stared at the mess on the
floor- three discarded condoms, proof of their further tread into forbidden
sexual congress.  Sebastian had roused him from sleep the first time with a
blowjob that resulted in an hour-long, slow, intensely passionate
lovemaking session, then back to sleep.  Bennett had started the third
round of sex just as the sky was starting to lighten; the fairly quick, yet
equally impressive double-blowjob-in-a-69-position resulted in Bennett's
balljuice being painted across Sebastian's smooth face just as the sun was
painting the sky a glorious display of peacock colors.

Now, Bennett's DOT regulated break was nearing its end, and he felt more
refreshed now than ever before, in spite of the fact that this break had
actually resulted in less sleep than the others.  Sebastian was not in the
cab, but knew he would most assuredly return in time for departure.

A warm relaxing shower, then a breakfast of biscuits, gravy, home fries,
scrambled eggs, and coffee- two creams and two teaspoons of sugar.  He was
surprised he was able to keep such a reasonable weight, despite the
day-to-day grind of eating in greasy holes across the country, although his
stomach was slightly beginning to soften at the middle, something he would
need to start working on.

Bennett was halfway through his third cup of coffee when he spied
Sebastian.  At least, he was fairly certain it was the teenager, except
that his hair was no longer blue.  Instead now it was platinum blond, still
spiked to the heavens, his violet eyes twinkling in all their glorified
beauty.  Yes, it was definitely him.  If the violet eyes didn't give him
away, it was certainly the intense look of desire shrouded in mystery and
intrigue.

Sebastian slid into the booth, kicked off his sandals and perched his cute
little toes between Bennett's legs, almost-but-not-quite touching his
testicles through the denim.  "Good morning, you sexy old man," he purred
and reached for the cup of coffee, taking a quick sip before returning it
to its position and making a face of disgust.

Bennett laughed and shook his head.  "Do you want anything to eat before we
leave?"

Sebastian shook his head, looking quite serious.  "I can't go along on the
trip."

"What, why?" Bennett exclaimed with surprise.  "I thought it was a done
deal."  That bit of news was terribly upsetting, especially after the
amazing evening they had shared, cum, spit and all.

Sebastian smiled then, his gorgeous eyes revealing the truth behind his
last statement; it had only been a small joke, and the two had a hearty
laugh until the waitress brought the check, asked if there would be
anything else, and placed the check facedown on the table after the decline
of any more services.

Bennett paid for his breakfast, and was surprised when Sebastian took his
hand while the two were strolling out in the parking lot.  The moment was
short-lived, however, because Bennett removed his hand only a few seconds
later.  "Sorry," he apologized, "but being a gay trucker doesn't sit too
well with the rules of the road."

"It's fine," Sebastian said as the two arrived at the truck.

"Don't you have any belongings?" Bennett inquired after the realization
that the teen had nothing with him, except for the clothes he was wearing.

"I don't need any.  I have money, can buy clothes as we go and throw away
the older ones after I shower," Sebastian replied with a half-hearted
smile.

"That isn't quite what I had in mind," Bennett said with a laugh as he
threw his bag of dirty clothes and towel into a bag under the bed and
placing his toiletries- shampoo, toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, and
soap, into the duffel bag behind the seat.  Sebastian settled into the
passenger seat, clicking his seatbelt into place.

The duo had been on the road for three hours when Sebastian batted his
pretty eyelashes again, smiled like the Cheshire Cat and asked if Bennett
had ever had received road head.

Bennett answered in the negative, at which point Sebastian grinned from ear
to ear, slid to the floor between the seats and immediately went to work
removing Bennett's jeans.  Once they were out of the way, he went to town,
his mouth suckling and caressing and teasing the dick in front of him to a
throbbing, achingly erect seven and one-half inches.

"You have an amazing mouth," Bennett crooned as he tried to keep his truck
from swerving too much.  That's when he looked out his window, seeing
something that made him gasp and his jaw hit the floor.

"What?" Sebastian said and immediately backed away from Bennett's dick.
"Did I do something wrong?"

The smile creeping over Bennett's face was a relief, and the truck driver
shook his head, then titled his head toward the window.  "Look at the car
next to us."

Sebastian scrambled to his feet and peered outside.  Directly in line with
the massive Peterbilt was a blue Saturn, and there was just enough room
between the two that Bennett could see directly into the driver's seat.
The driver was naked and sporting a massive hardon of his own.  "Wow," was
the first word to pass Sebastian's perky little lips.  Then, "Let's get him
to join us."

"I was just thinking the same thing," Bennett said with a smile as he
honked his horn.  The driver of the car swerved for a moment but regained
control and took a quick peek through his passenger window up at the truck,
to see Sebastian miming a blowjob.  The driver of the car smiled, nodded
and kept his speed even with the Peterbilt until about ten minutes later
there was a rest stop where they could pull off the highway.

As the truck pulled into a parking space, the little blue Saturn pulled in
and parked.  The driver, still as naked as the day he was born but with a
bit more body hair, jumped out and walked around to the driver's side door
of the truck, which Bennett had already opened.

"I can't believe you're driving naked," Bennett said by way of
introduction.

"I always do when I'm really horny and want to fulfill a fantasy," the
random stranger replied, then stuck out a hand.  "I'm Brandon."

Bennett told him his own name, then pointed to his passenger.  "Sebastian.
You up for a hot threesome?"

"It's one of my most erotic fantasies come to life," Brandon replied with a
huge grin, then looked down and realized that Bennett was naked from the
waist down.  "Nice dick!"

Bennett smiled and nodded.  "Thanks, I was getting some good road head
while you were driving next to us," he said as he stood and stepped to the
back, sat on the bunk, then spread his legs in anticipation of what was to
come.  And cum.

Sebastian removed his clothes in record time, and being the last one naked
was also second in line to perform his oral service.  Brandon's mouth was
already attached to Bennett's balls; Brandon and Sebastian hatched into a
silent syncopation of desire to drain this throbbing dick of all the juices
it had to offer.  Their suckling dance went farther, as Brandon was the
first to spread Bennett's legs completely apart and bury his eager mouth
between Bennett's ass, digging his tongue up and inside, demonstrating a
perfect example of a rimjob.

Bennett's moans were increasing in urgency as the duo below him continued
their assault on his genitals and tight hole, and before long he said, "One
of you, up here, now.  I want to suck some dick too."

Brandon was the first to scramble to his feet, straddle Bennett's chest,
and eagerly bury his dick down the hot trucker's throat, which was just as
well since Sebastian was thoroughly enjoying being preoccupied with the
dick in front of him to care.  Bennett moaned around the dick in his mouth,
which by now was leaking copious amounts of tasty precum.  The
ministrations performed by Sebastian on Bennett's dick elicited a sudden,
boisterous moan that reverberated around the cabin.

Sebastian took that as his cue that it was time for some real playing and
quickly slid a condom on the dick that, in about ten more seconds, would be
buried to the hilt.  He crawled up, straddling Bennett, smooth chest
against Brandon's back.  It was so quick that, had you not been paying
attention, you would have missed when Sebastian slid onto the dick beneath
him, and it wouldn't surprise the reader to know that the young man had, at
this point, plenty of sexual practice, and notches, on his belt.  Hence the
reason to always use protection, kids!

Although in harmony again with their actions, Brandon and Sebastian were
working toward two separate goals- Sebastian wanted Bennett's load of cum,
while Brandon wanted to empty his balls down Bennett's throat.

Bennett was in absolute ecstasy at the position in which he found himself,
and wanted to express his mirth but was unable to do so with a dick buried
down his throat, so he settled on grunting and continued with gusto to fuck
Sebastian's hot, tight hole and suck the sweet cum out of Brandon's
rapidly... Oh!  Here it comes!  That delicious, creamy sweetness was
filling his mouth and he greedily swallowed it all, not wanting it to stop.
Unfortunately, such as it is with the male species, there is only so much
cum that the balls can hold.

Brandon fell onto the bed, then quickly turned around and took Sebastian's
dick and paid exquisite attention to it, until, almost simultaneously, both
Sebastian and Bennett were moaning that they were going to cum.  Bennett
was first, but only by several seconds.  As the condom was filled with cum,
Sebastian shot his own load into Brandon's waiting mouth.  Not a drop
escaped.

As all three, now sated, fell together onto the bed, Brandon was the first
to speak.  "Wow, that was amazing!  Thank you for making my fantasy come
true."

"You mean you've never done this before?" Bennett asked, propped up on his
elbows in surprise.  Brandon shook his head and grinned.  "It's never that
easy.  I've driven nude down the highway several times and have gotten more
than my share of lewd lookers, but never anyone who actually wanted to go
all the way.  It was a dream come true."

Sebastian, having thrown the used condom on the floor with the others [they
really needed to throw them out soon], curled up next to Bennett and licked
his nipples.  The two then shared a passionate kiss, at which point Brandon
burned crimson.  "I'm sorry, I need to go."

"Why?" Bennett replied, then motioned with a crooked finger for him to come
closer.  Brandon did so, and received a kiss to match Sebastian's.

"This isn't weird for you?" Brandon said after they had stopped locking
lips.

"Should it be?" Bennett asked as he pulled Sebastian closer.

"Well, I mean, you and your boyfriend sharing sex with some random
stranger," Brandon pointed out the obvious.  "Do you do this often?"

Sebastian laughed at this and sat up, hands between his legs covering his
junk.  Not because he was ashamed, but because it was comfortable.  "We
aren't dating," he said, and stared at Bennett, awaiting the explanation.

Bennett laughed and winked at his passenger.  "No, we only met last night.
I'm taking him on a cross-country roadtrip."

"Oh!" Brandon said in surprise.  "How old are you both?"

"I'm old enough," Sebastian replied with a wink, "at least in this state."

"You aren't eighteen yet?" Brandon said with a shake of his head.

"Not for another year and eleven months," Sebastian replied with a laugh.
"I just turned sixteen a few weeks ago."

Brandon laughed at the absurdity of it all, and shrugged his shoulders.
Not much to be done now anyway, the sex was over.  All had consented, so
there was no harm done since the kid was at least of the age to do so.
Besides, the sex had been amazing, and he hadn't even been fucked and hoped
to remedy that before he had to drive off.  Unfortunately, that wasn't in
the cards, as Bennett explained that they needed to be going as well,
before they got too far behind schedule.

"Do you come this way often?" Brandon wondered, eager for a repeat
performance in the future.

"It depends on my route," Bennett said.  "I don't know that far in advance,
but I've headed to Miami this way from Pennsylvania often enough that I'm
sure we will be seeing each other again."

"Great!" Brandon said with excitement, and asked if either of his sex
partners had a cell.  Sebastian fished his from his pants, and added
Brandon to his extensive list of contacts.  "Awesome," Brandon said with
more excitement, "let me know when you're around here again."  Then, taking
a deep breath because being satiated and no longer horny meant he had to go
back outside, naked, since his clothes were still in his car.  He wasn't as
daring now that he was faced with that dilemma, but what the hell, opened
the door, jumped down, and with a wave, got into his car and drove off.

"Well, now that was interesting," Bennett said as he pulled on his clothes
and crawled into the driver's seat.

Sebastian remained where he was on the bed, still naked.  "Yes, it was
certainly something I hadn't expected of you."

Bennett turned in his seat to face the teenager.  "What do you mean by
that?  We barely know each other."

Sebastian smiled and put an arm behind his head revealing a small tuft of
brown armpit hair, the only place on his body, other than his head, that
had any.  "I've been around," was all he said and pulled the blanket up to
his waist.  Bennett only shook his head as he started the truck, then
pulled out.  They were back on course in no time.

***

They were somewhere in Virginia and nearing Bennett's regulated ten-hour
daily driving limit before Sebastian finally roused from his sleepy state.
"Good evening sleepyhead," Bennett said with a chuckle.

"Where are we?" Sebastian asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Virginia," was the reply.  "You hungry?"

"Starving," Sebastian answered.  "I need a shower."

"Come here," Bennett summoned, and the boy complied, standing next to the
driver's seat.  Anyone looking at the truck through either of its windows
would certainly be able to see the naked teenager in all of his beautiful
glory.  "Lift your arm."  Once again, he obeyed, and Bennett buried his
nose into the teen's armpit and inhaled.  "Mmm, you smell good enough for
me."

"Thanks," Sebastian said and flopped into the passenger seat, not bothering
with his clothes as he looked down at the car beside them.  They were in
the passing lane of I-95.  "Do you ever drive around naked like Brandon
does?"

"Sometimes," Bennett replied with a laugh and watched as the teen played
with his dick.  "But I doubt it's as thrilling for me as it is for him
because no one can see into this truck like I can see into a car."

"I think it's pretty damn exciting," Sebastian said, and Bennett took
another peek at his passenger, whose dick was now hard and being stroked in
earnest.  "What do you think someone would do if I knelt on the seat and
jerked in front of the window."

"Please don't," Bennett said, worried about being caught by a cop.
Especially carrying someone who was still technically a minor across state
lines.  He knew enough of the law to know that this was sketchy territory
there were in.

"You're no fun," Sebastian said with a laugh and crawled back into bed and
curled back up under the blanket, dick still rockhard but no longer
interesting.  "Let me know when we stop, I'm starving."

"About ten more minutes," Bennett replied with a chuckle.  "Don't get too
comfortable back there young man."

"Yes daddy," was the innocent-sounding reply.

"You play this game quite well, you know that?" Bennett pointed out as he
shifted back into the right lane.

"I would hope so, I've had plenty of practice," Sebastian said, then
crawled back out of bed and slid into his clothes, his erection somewhat
subsided.

Bennett nodded and was silent for a moment, contemplating the response he
had received.  "You're a hooker, aren't you?"

"I prefer being called an escort," Sebastian said as he zipped up his jeans
and flopped back into the passenger seat.

"So you get paid to have sex with guys."  It was a statement, not a
question.  There was no judgment either, just a simple, stated fact.

"Guys and girls," Sebastian replied with a shrug.

"You're gay, how could you enjoy having sex with a girl?" Bennett inquired,
surprised at this raw information.

"I never said I enjoyed it," the lad said with a laugh.  "I earn money,
that's all."

"If you don't enjoy it, how do you keep your dick hard?"

"They make a wonderful blue pill for that."  There was laughter in his
voice, but no hint of a smile.

"Do you do drugs?"

"Sometimes it's necessary for the job," Sebastian explained.  "A customer
comes in, says he wants to blow me but first I need to do some blow of my
own.  I don't mind, that shit fucks me up and makes me horny as hell, so
why not snort a line and make the time go a bit faster?"

"Wow," was all Bennett could say to that statement.  He'd never tried any
drug, other than smoking pot during his college years.  After all, it was a
requirement nowadays wasn't it?  He never had any intention of ever trying
anything else, especially not cocaine.  He didn't love his job but he
didn't hate it either, and didn't want to risk losing it over something as
stupid as doing drugs.  Nothing else was said between them until they
pulled into the truck stop parking lot and the truck was turned off.  "What
are you hungry for?"

Sebastian gave a noncommittal shrug as he stared out the window.  "You're
angry at me."

Bennett turned in his seat and reached for Sebastian's hands.  "No, it's
none of my business how you earn your money.  Just be careful when you do
it."

"No shit," Sebastian replied with an angry look and pulled his hands away.
"Give me some credit, I've had a bit of practice.  I'm a street whore, I
know what I'm doing."  Bennett raised both hands in supplication and
nodded.  Sebastian got out of the truck without another word and walked
into the store without looking behind him.

"Why do I even care?" Bennett said into the silence.  "I don't even know
him."  He retrieved a fresh towel and clear-zipped plastic bag full of his
toiletries and headed off to the store for a nice hot shower.  His muscles
ached, not in the rough aching from driving but from the wonderful exertion
placed upon them since last evening's first delightful fornication.

Thirty minutes later, he was sitting at a table in the middle of the
restaurant adjacent to the store, having just ordered his dinner, not quite
sure what to expect of young Sebastian.  Would he disappear without a word,
off with some other truck driver who was better suited to give in to his
needs?  Would he show up, high as a kite with money bulging from his
pockets following yet another in a string of random hookups, being the
"escort" he so brazenly called himself?

The waitress had appeared, asking whether he needed anything else before he
realized how long he been sitting there, food in front of him, untouched.
He hadn't even noticed when she placed it in front of him.  "Are you all
right?" she wondered, staring at him with confusion, surprised that he had
not yet touched any of his food.

Broken out of his reverie, Bennett thanked her, apologized for having such
a long, tiring day, and said he didn't need anything right this moment.
She nodded, apparently satisfied at his response, and he dug into his
cheeseburger and fries with an intensity he realized was because he was
upset that Sebastian had just walked off without saying where he was going.
Not that it mattered, he thought as he took a second bite of his burger,
they weren't attached to one another so why was he so upset in the first
place?

Then he saw Sebastian entering the store, and put down his burger, instead
taking a quick sip of his coffee, determined not to make a scene because,
once again, they barely knew each other, and he was certainly in no
position to make demands of any sort.

Sebastian entered the restaurant, looked around for a quick moment before
spotting Bennett, walked over and wordlessly slid into the booth.  No
apology or anything, not that there was need for one.  Bennett noted the
sheen of sweat covering his face, and, dare he say it? The afterglow of
sex?

The waitress arrived a moment later, asking if he wanted anything to eat.
Sebastian asked for a cheeseburger and fries, just lettuce and mayo on the
burger please, and a 7-Up.  The waitress nodded and walked off to submit
the order.  Sebastian then took his first glance at Bennett, who was slowly
and thoughtfully chewing one of his fries.  "I needed money," was the
simple explanation.

Bennett dropped his half-eaten fries to the plate.  "You said you had
money."

"I needed more," was the short reply, then Sebastian smiled at him in that
sexy way that spoke of things to come.  "Relax, I'm always careful."

"What does your brother think of this?" Bennett wondered and retrieved his
previously half-eaten fries and slid them into his mouth.

"He doesn't know anything about that part of my life," Sebastian said, eyes
glaring threateningly.  "And he won't unless you tell him."

The waitress arrived with Sebastian's 7-Up, then departed without a word,
not wanting to interrupt their conversation.

"Relax you hornball," Bennett replied with a laugh.  "It's none of my
business what you do behind closed doors.  I just don't like it."

"You don't have to like it, we aren't dating," Sebastian pointed out, then
removed the wrapper from his straw, stuck the straw in his drink and took a
sip.  His fingers thoughtlessly toyed with the wrapper for a moment before
he spoke again.  "Would you have allowed me to come with you if you had
known beforehand?"

Now that was weird.  Bennett had just been thinking the same thing.  He
shrugged.  "I honestly have no idea, but it doesn't matter now because
you're here."  What he said was spoken with more anger than he had
intended.

"I'll just stay here then," Sebastian replied as he threw the balled up
straw wrapper onto the table.

"You will do no such thing!" Bennett said and leaned inward, as if to
reveal an important secret.  "I promised your brother I would deliver you
back safe and sound, and I'm a man of my word."

"Do you like me?" Sebastian asked, then sipping more soda.  The waitress
appeared then, with his order.  "Thank you," he said with a bright smile
that would have melted the polar ice caps.

She smiled and nodded, left speechless at such a tender display of
pleasantness from such a young man and walked away, her evening now
brightened.  Bennett laughed and took a bite of his burger, then sipped his
coffee before replying.  "You're wonderful in bed," he said softly.
"You're funny, and even though we've only known each other for a day, yes,
I like you."

"Good, because I like you too," Sebastian replied as he squeezed out some
ketchup onto his plate.  "Not just sexually, although you are just as
amazing in bed even if you don't have much experience."

Bennett was surprised at his candor.  "What makes you think I don't have
much experience?"

Sebastian smiled, chewed the food in his mouth, wiped with a napkin and
replied, "You don't, do you?"

Bennett laughed again.  "Well, no, but how can you tell?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes in an affectionate way.  "When you've been doing
the things I do, you just know.  Don't worry, it isn't a bad thing because
that means I can actually show you things that a sixteen-year-old shouldn't
know about."  He winked and giggled, looking for a brief moment like a
little boy on Christmas morning, about to tear off the wrapping paper of
the toy he begged for and is certain his parents have bought him.

Bennett ate the last of his burger before asking the question that had been
flirting around his mind for the past several minutes.  "How long have you
been doing this?"

"You don't want to know," Sebastian replied with a weary sigh.  The
little-boy-on-Christmas-morning look was gone, replaces instead by one much
older, weathered by wisdom and experience far beyond what any teenager
should go through.

Bennett felt a pang of sorrow for the lost youth this boy had, no chance to
live it as a true, innocent child would.  "Do you always go after older
men?"

Sebastian shrugged.  "Money is money."  Bennett was reminded of the
conversation earlier when he had admitted to having sex with girls.  It was
all about the money, and the Viagra needed to keep his dick hard.  He
pushed his plate of food away.  "I need a shower."

"You barely touched your food," Bennett pointed out, and instantly
regretted the words issuing from his lips.

"Yes, daddy," Sebastian replied with a dutiful smile, devoured half his
burger in one bite, swallowed it down with a huge gulp of his drink, then
leaned in, elbows and arms flat against the table in front of him.  "May I
be excused now?"

Bennett couldn't help but laugh at his boyish precocious mannerisms.  "Let
me get the check and I'll pay for the shower."

"I have my own money," the boy reminded him with a smile and wink.  "Meet
you in your truck.  Be naked and ready when I get there."  With that, he
stood up and sauntered out of the restaurant toward the cashier at the
shower desk, out of sight.

"What have I gotten myself into?" Bennett silently wondered as he left a
fifty-dollar bill on the table and left the restaurant, heading out to his
truck.  For some reason, although he could probably guess why, the first
words to the song "Enough Crying" by Mary J. Blige popped into his head:
"Cuz the sex was good you had my mind and I let you come back everytime you
would violate and cross the line and you knew that I would be the type to
always wait so patiently thinking you was coming home to me."

Maybe this whole thing, the meeting and sex with a sixteen-year-old, was a
damnable, despicable thing, but Bennett found himself falling for the boy
in spite of himself.  Maybe part of him just wanted to protect, but he was
growing fond of Sebastian, and hoped this might turn into something more
meaningful than merely a roadtrip filled with sex around the country.  Not
quite love at first sight.  Perhaps fondness at first sight, something much
deeper than mere lust.

Regardless of how he felt, his dick said he wanted more attention from the
teenager, and he stripped out of his clothes, submitting himself to the
will of someone twelve years younger, and waited patiently until the door
clicked open and there was the hot young stud of his fantasies- wearing a
new set of clothing, which he promptly stripped out of and threw on the
floor before joining Bennett in bed beneath the covers.

The two began a dance of arousal that resulted in yet two more condoms
discarded on the floor to join the growing pile that was in dire need of
being discarded.

Basking in the sexual afterglow, Sebastian reached down into his new pair
of jeans and pulled out a pack of Newport 100's.  "You mind?" he asked as
he tapped one from the bent and broken pack.

Bennett shrugged noncommittally, and lay back, arms behind his head.
Sebastian smiled, leaned over, buried his nose in Bennett's pit hair and
inhaled before sitting up and lighting the cigarette.  A plume of blue-ish
smoke wafted around the cabin, and Sebastian leaned back on the bed, one
arm behind his head next to Bennett, the other carefully holding the
cigarette.  "I don't normally smoke, but I just needed one after that."

Bennett smiled and took the compliment without a word, enjoying the
blissful moment of lying there and having someone to hold, at long last.

Sebastian flicked the ashes into his cupped hand, and after he was
finished, dumped the ashes and cigarette butt out the window.  "Have any
mouthwash?" he asked, not liking the aftertaste.

"In my bag," Bennett replied half-eyed, starting to become tired from the
long day of both sexual adventures and driving.

"Thanks," was the reply, then he disappeared out of sight for a moment
before reappearing, swishing his mouth around for a minute before spitting
it out the window.  "I'm sorry about earlier," he added as he crawled back
under the covers, both of them still deliciously naked.

"Which part?" Bennett asked, sleepily.

"Everything.  I know I shouldn't sleep around on you, but I need money to
buy my clothes," Sebastian replied, curling up against his lover, one hand
above his head, the other draped across his chest, fingers lightly grazing
a nipple.

Bennett was instantly wide awake again.  "If you need anything just ask me.
I have no right to ask you, but please don't sleep with anyone else except
me."

"Are you asking me to date you?" the boy replied with a smile.

"Yes.  I want you to be my equal, but you can't be that while you're out
escorting," Bennett explained.

"It's a deal," Sebastian said with a contented sigh.  "I'm yours, and only
yours."

The two embraced then, and shared a deep, lasting kiss.  A kiss that spoke
of the potential for a serious future, not just the current ministrations
of a teenager on the road to earn money from random strangers for a secret
blowjob in a truckstop bathroom.  Bennett could feel Sebastian's longing,
and knew this moment was deeper and more intense than them having had just
fucked their brains silly.  This was real, a true meandering down the road
of life's desires.  Both of them could feel it, although if asked neither
could adequately explain their respective feelings.

Life, for them, was just happiness at being in the arms of each other.
That, in itself, was enough.  The future would be whatever it was, which in
this case, was a good thing.

The End
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March 2, 2011, 10:24 pm EST.


Other stories I have on Nifty:

"An Expression of Love": /nifty/gay/adult-youth/an-expression-of-love