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Lonely Truckers
Chapter 1
Hey Guys! My name's Glenn Hotaling. I'm 21 now, and I'm a trucker. When I got out of high school a few years ago, I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. The only thing I knew was I didn't want to go to school anymore! I didn't have a job though, and really didn't know how to go about finding one that I was interested in. Anyway, for a couple months, I sat around doing nothing, kind of a lost soul, until finally my parents couldn't take it any longer and were screaming at me to "Just get a job!" I had no idea what kind of job to even look for though. Fortunately, our next door neighbor owned a small trucking company, and when I told him my plight, right away he asked if I'd like to go to work for him, riding along on his local trips he made, and helping to load and unload his tractor trailer. Instant solution to everyone's problems! I needed a job, Freddy needed help, and my parents could stop worrying about me sitting around doing nothing! Of course, I said yes, and the next day I started riding along with Freddy when he made his daily hauls.
While Freddy drove, all I had to do was sit and ride along with him. But before we took off, we'd have to go pick up our load - stuffing the trailer of his tractor-trailer rig full. Then, we'd ride for a few hours to the delivery point, where we'd have to unload it all. Often at the other end, after unloading, we'd reload the truck with stuff to be brought back to our end of the trip, which of course would have to be unloaded when we got home. The loading and unloading was hard work, especially since I was a skinny guy who didn't have a lot of muscle. The time riding with Freddy between destinations was easy though. All I had to do was sit and ride as Freddy drove. Fortunately, Freddy, who was about 11 years older than me, were really good friends, so the time riding passed quickly.
Before I continue, I guess I'd better explain my relationship with Freddy. When I was 11 years old, he and his new wife Shirley, leased the house next to ours' and moved in. At the time they were both 22 years old. Freddy was a long haul driver, at the time working for his father's trucking company, and Shirley was a nurse who worked long shifts. I liked them both as soon as I met them - especially Freddy, who was tall and muscular, and had thick, shoulder-length black hair. He could grow a great mustache and beard when he wanted to as well. Usually he just had a well-trimmed mustache though. Being a short, skinny, blond boy, at the time, I wished I too was dark-haired, and would eventually grow up to big and strong, and look like Freddy. Besides being drawn to Freddy for his looks, Freddy was also a very friendly guy, who didn't mind talking with me, and didn't treat me like a little kid. When we talked, he spoke to me as if I was an adult. I really liked that, and since no other adult treated me like that, I naturally gravitated toward Freddy. Whenever I saw him outside, I'd wave or holler Hello, and most often, I'd wander over and hang out while he did whatever he was doing. He never seemed to mind. In fact, I got the idea he liked having me hang around. Before long, despite our age difference, Freddy and I had become friends, rather than just neighbors, and good friends at that. Whenever we got together, we talked non-stop, about everything, and anything. True, he was a neighbor, who was 11 years older than me - and an adult already. And while you'd think he would've had more in common with my father, and would've been more interested in being friends with my father, it was me he seemed more interested in spending time with. I don't know. Maybe it was because my father was never around for him to become friends with. Or maybe it was because we were both only children. For whatever the reason though, I came to think of him as kind of a big brother, and I think he thought of me as a little brother too. He did seem to really care about me, which, I liked a lot! And so, we became very close. In fact, I felt closer to Freddy than anyone else on the planet, other than maybe my mother! I got the impression Freddy felt that close to me too, although he never actually voiced it. There was definitely a strong bond between the two of us though! Others noticed this too. I knew my parents saw it. My mom seemed OK with it. My father seemed annoyed by it though. I suppose he thought I should've felt closer to him, than to the neighbor. And Shirley definitely noticed. She even joked a couple times that the two of us must've been brothers in a previous life! Who knows? Maybe we were!
Because we were so close, I had no inhibitions about discussing most anything with Freddy. Being 11-12 years old at the time, and just starting puberty when Freddy and Shirley moved in, of course I was ultra curious about sex! I really had a lot of questions, but felt self-conscious - embarrassed actually - about asking my parents. And the basic sex-ed they taught us at school was very "basic", so I still had a lot of questions. Anyway, after I'd gotten to know Freddy, I knew I'd be able to talk with Freddy, but... somehow I realized that sex was a topic kids didn't talk about too much with adults, other than their parents. Still... it was Freddy I thought I would feel most comfortable discussing such personal things as hardons, and how sex really worked, and such things with, rather than my parents. I didn't exactly know how to bring up the subject though, to see if he'd be willing to talk about it with me. Fortunately, an opening for such a conversation accidentally came up one day. I was over at Freddy's. Shirley was at work, and Freddy was cleaning up his garage. I was helping. After a while, we got hot and thirsty, so we went inside to get a soda. It was nice and cool inside, so we sat down to rest and cool down. Freddy picked up the TV remote and turned on the TV. When it came on, there was a movie playing, and there was a really graphic love scene between a boy and a girl in the back seat of a car that was just amping up. For a moment, we both stared at the TV, watching, surprised by how detailed the scene was, as the two of them got all hot and bothered, and began ripping each other's clothes off. We were both surprised when the girls boobs actually were shown!
"OK, maybe we better switch the channel before we get too horny!" Freddy said, and chuckling, he fipped the channel.
I chuckled too, but then realized, maybe this was the way to start a conversation about sex with Freddy.
Quickly I said, "Umm... can I ask you something?"
"Sure," Freddy said.
"Well... why do people say they're 'horny' when they get horny?" I asked.
"Uh, well... I don't know for sure," Freddy said. "I never really thought about it, but... I expect it probably is called that because when a guy gets aroused, he gets a hardon, and it kinda looks like a horn?"
I could tell that Freddy wasn't really sure himself about his answer, from the way he ended his statement in a questioning way. I really didn't care, because, that wasn't one of the questions I was really interested in hearing the answer too. I'd just used it as an opening to bring up sex. The good news was, Freddy didn't seem at all flustered by my question. His answer was nonchalant, like I expected he'd give if talking with a friend his own age. That bolstered my confidence, so I quickly forged ahead with another question.
"So... when a guy says he's horny all the time, does that mean he's always got a boner?" I asked.
Freddy laughed and said, "Pretty much!"
"Oh!" I said, not sure how to proceed.
"What?" Freddy asked, sensing I wanted to ask more. "Are you worried you get boned too much?"
"No!" I said, and I felt my face heat up a little. "Um... well... maybe a little. I mean, can a guy get too many boners?"
Freddy laughed loudly then, and I began to feel embarrassed. Apparently Freddy noticed, and he stopped laughing, and smiled benevolently at me, and said, "No worries Buddy, there's no such thing as getting boned too often. And it happens to all guys, all the time! You're no different than any other guy."
Happy that Freddy wasn't making fun of me, I asked, "So, then... you get them all the time too?"
"Hell yeah!" Freddy said, still not ruffled at all by my questions - not even one so personal. I was surprised, but glad, when he continued with "And, if I'm not fully boned, quite often I have a semi going!"
"A semi?" I asked. I'd never heard that term before.
"Yeah," Freddy said. "You know, when you're not fully boned, but you're partially there - that's called a semi hardon, or a 'semi' for short!"
"OH!" I said, and I couldn't help smiling.
"Didn't your old man talk to you about all this?" Freddy asked then, looking curiously at me.
"Um... not really," I said, feeling a little embarrassed again. "I mean, we talked a little about the basics, but... it's really embarrassing talking with him about sex."
"I hear you," Freddy said. "Last person I ever wanted to talk with about sex was my dad too!"
"Really???" I asked, a little surprised. I'd thought maybe it was just me who felt that way.
"Really!" Freddy said. "I think most guys feel that way."
"Hmm..." I muttered, as that sank in.
"So... who do you talk with about things then?" Freddy asked.
"Um.. nobody really," I said, again a bit self-conscious.
"I see," Freddy said. "Well... it's supposed to be your parents you talk to, but... if you can't talk with your parents, as long as you don't go telling them... or anyone really, I guess you can talk to me if you have any questions. I'll try my best to answer them for you. But seriously... don't tell anyone we're talking about sex, because I'm not really supposed to be the guy you talk with about it."
"Really?" I asked, surprised he was making such an offer. I'd thought maybe I could just get him talking and get a little information out of him. Him offering outright to discuss it was a lot more than I'd hoped for!
"Sure!" he said, smiling.
"OK!" I said, grinning. "So... h-how big does your boner get?"
Freddy laughed again, but stopped quickly and smiled benevolently at me again, and said "Wellll..."
And that was the start of a very long, and ongoing, discussion we had about sex. I think we actually talked about sex on and off for several months! Happily, Freddy was always willing to answer any and all of my questions, regardless of what they were about. And, because he never seemed to be embarrassed by anything, and talked along as if it was a normal conversation, I felt completely at ease asking him all kinds of things, and readily admitted almost everything I was thinking and feeling, or wondering about. There was one thing, which I'll get to later, that I didn't bring up though. When I tell you later, you'll understand why.
One of our discussions was about masturbation, and it was a long and involved conversation. Happily, again, Freddy was willing to discuss it quite openly with me, and I learned a lot about it from him! Most importantly I guess, I learned that it's something everyone does, and it's completely normal to do it! Until that discussion, I'd been a little worried I was a pervert, due to how much time I spent playing with myself! I was very relieved to find out that most all boys do it just as much as I did!
You'll probably be surprised, although considering how close you now know we were, maybe not, to find out that Freddy even gave me a bottle of lotion and lot of pointers on various ways to do it, so I could "practice" on my own! Naturally, later that evening, as soon as I got home, I holed up in my bedroom, stripped down, broke out the lotion, and went to work on my self. And OH MY GOD - Freddy was right! His methods were definitely a lot better than my usual dry-handed, swift jacking off!
I guess I better mention that by the time we'd had this discussion, I was 12, and my penis had grown a bit, so I had about a 5" hardon. I'd grown a little pubic hair and begun having wet dreams as well.
Anyway, as I laid there, slowly and gently gliding my well-lotioned hand up and down my cock, and I pulled my legs up and reached for my anus with the middle finger of my left hand, which I'd also dabbed in the lotion, which was a suggestion from Freddy, something I'd never thought to try myself, I couldn't help but picture him in my mind, doing the same thing. Then, when my finger touched my pucker, and I began gently rubbing it, it felt awesome! Again, an image of Freddy lying naked doing the same thing entered my mind, and that made me feel even hornier. All too soon, due to my ultra-excitement, I couldn't help myself, and I was rapidly pistoning up and down my dick, and my finger was slipping in and out of my hole, as I felt my body swiftly building to a crescendo, as in my mind, I pictured Freddy doing the exact same thing, and experiencing the same feelings too! Then suddenly, my entire body was rocked by the most glorious orgasmic explosion I'd ever experienced! As I felt my asshole clamp tightly around my finger, the first glob of semen shot out of my dick, and blew right past my face, spattering on my headboard! That had never happened to me before! The furtherest I'd ever blown a load before was my lower lip!. And it felt awesome! Needless to say, I continued rapidly jerking off, and finger-fucking myself, and joyously spasmed several more times. When it was over, I laid there holding my swiftly withering cock in my hand, my finger still up my ass, panting heavily, streaked and dotted with my own cum, feeling incredulous over how awesome and orgasm could be! I'd never felt anything so good in all my life! In fact it was so good, I felt as if I was going to cry, but I didn't.
The next day when I saw Freddy, he grinned mischievously at me and even though we were alone, he leaned in close to me and in a low tone asked, "Well? Was I right?"
"Fuck yeah!" I said, grinning hugely at him. I normally didn't use the "F" word back then, so Freddy jerked backward, looking shocked, but then he grinned hugely, and grabbed me and gave me a strong hug.
"Glad to help you out man!" he said, still grinning as we parted.
As we stood grinning conspiratorially at one another, out of the bottom of my eye, I noticed that the bulge of Freddy's crotch looked a little larger than usual. Did he have a hardon? Or at least a semi maybe?
I didn't get time to think about that anymore, because Shirley appeared.
"What are you to grinning about?" she asked.
"The fact you're going to pick up a pizza for us!" Freddy said, quickly changing the subject.
So, now, you've got an idea of the kind of relationship I have with Freddy. Our closeness continued, and even deepened as the years passed and I grew into an adult. And too, you have a good idea of why it seemed so natural that I went to work for Freddy.
Well, it seemed a natural thing to both me and Freddy, but others apparently didn't get it! My father, who isn't stupid by any means, obviously was aware - and painfully so, of who close Freddy and I were. I'd noticed over the years, that although he never said anything, he wasn't happy about how close we were. I expected it was because he thought I'd replaced him with Freddy. I never really felt that way though. In my mind, Freddy was an "older brother", not my father. I just honestly thought my relationship with my father was normal. I thought all guys felt somewhat of a distance between themselves and their fathers. So I didn't really realize just how affected he was by my relationship with Freddy.
And then there was Shirley. She too knew how close Freddy and I were. It had never seemed to bother her. I always thought she felt that Freddy was being "fatherly" to me, due to the fact they weren't able to have children - kind of like I was taking the place of a kid of their own. I did see though that she was a little sad that I was so close to her husband, while she and I had never developed more than a "neighborly" closeness.
When Freddy offered me the job though, I didn't immediately realize, but later found out, that Shirley wasn't happy about it. She and Freddy were doing OK financially. She made good money, and due to the death of Freddy's father a couple years earlier, he'd inherited his father's tractor trailer business, so was getting all the profits from it, rather than just a pay check. Never-the-less, Freddy's trucking company was really just a single tractor trailer a smaller truck that Freddy used to do runs for customers, hauling freight. He was the only employee of the company, doing all the work - loading, driving, unloading, setting up hauling contracts, etc. He made good money, but Shirly didn't see why he needed an employee, since he could do the work himself! Honestly, at the time he offered me the job, I wondered a little myself, and even asked Freddy why he needed a helper. He told me there were two reasons - first, he was getting older, and really wanted a little help with the loading and unloading, and second - he had a plan, one he didn't want to discuss yet, but in order to implement it, he needed a helper! I found that a bit curious, but since he insisted he wanted to hire a helper, and I needed to get a job "or else" as my father had put it, and too, Freddy and I were so close, Hell yeah I took the job!
Anyway, as soon as I started working for Freddy, I realized, it wasn't all fun and games. Loading and unloading the box of a tractor trailer is a lot of work - especially when the items being loaded and unloaded are heavy or bulky. While Freddy was a big muscular guy, who was used to the manual labor, I wasn't! I was tall enough, but I was skinny, and had no muscles to speak of. Being blond and pale skinned, and unable to grow facial or even much body hair yet, I looked like a runty boy, rather than a man. I was the epitome of scrawney! Eventually, I did build up my muscles from all the lifting and carrying, so the work then finally became more tolerable. But in the beginning, my whole body hurt like Hell after a hard day's work. Since Freddy and his wife lived next door to us, rather than both of us driving back and forth each day to where he kept his truck, I'd ride to and from work with Freddy as well. About the 4th day after I started working for him, Freddy noticed when I climbed out of his pickup truck back at his house, that I was in a lot of pain, and he must've felt bad for me.
"Let me help ya out a little," he said. "I got something that'll ease the pain. C'mon inside."
Hoping he actually did have something that would help, I eagerly followed him inside. Apparently Shirley was still at work, because the house was empty.
"C'mon, down here," Freddy said, and he lead me down the hallway to the master bedroom.
Although I'd been in the house a lot, I hadn't ever been in their bedroom. As I stood looking around, Freddy stepped into the bathroom, and returned a moment later, holding a tube of something.
"OK, this'll make ya feel much better," he said. "Ya just rub it wherever it hurts. I use it all the time. Where are ya hurtin'?"
"All over," I said, smiling ruefully at Freddy. "My shoulders, back, arms, thighs. Hell even my ass hurts a little."
"Yeah, I know the feeling," Freddy said, smiling in a commiserating way back at me. "Well... this'll do the trick, but it may be hard to reach everywhere by yourself. Shirley actually rubs it on me, cause I can't reach a lot of my back, so... if ya want, I can help you with it."
"OK," I said, thinking it was a little weird that Freddy was offering to rub cream of some kind on my body. But, everything hurt so much, I just wanted to get whatever he was offering me, onto my body, in hopes it really did help ease the pain.
"OK then, um... well, take off your shirt, and lay face down on the bed then" he said.
Quickly, but cringing a little because it hurt, I pulled my T-shirt off, then laid down on his bed as he directed me to.
A moment later, I felt some cold dollops of cream drop onto my shoulders and various areas of my back, and then, Freddy placed both hands, which he'd also squirted some more cream into, on my shoulders. For a moment he spread the cream evenly over my skin, then, gently, but firmly, he began to give me a deep massage, working he cream into my skin, while at the same time, making my joints feel much better.
I was surprised that once the cream had all been absorbed into my skin, Freddy continued working on me, massaging me all over with his warm hands.
"Oh God that feels good!" I groaned, as Freddy's hands gently kneaded my back and shoulders. I'd never had a back rub or massage before, and what he was doing felt awesome! I loved the feeling of Freddy's hands touching me like they were. As he kept rubbing me all over, I began to wonder why he wasn't stopping. I also began to realize that the way he was rubbing me was in an almost sensual and "loving" way.
And then suddenly he stopped.
"OK, ya said your thighs were bothering you too, so, if ya want, I can rub some cream into them too," Freddy offered.
When I looked up at him, he looked a little embarrassed. I was also surprised when I noticed that the front of his pants were bulging a little... or was that just my imagination? He was straight! A second later though, it looked like the center of his his bulge pressed out further, then receded. Did Freddy have a hardon? Was he enjoying massaging me as much as I was enjoying it? Just thinking about it caused my cock to begin expanding too!
And now, I guess I should mention the thing I had never discussed with Freddy. It was something that I'd noticed about myself way back when I first became a teenager, and even at this point in my life, I was still struggling with - my sexuality! Although I had a girlfriend, who I did have sex with, ever since I was a boy, tragically I realized I had always been more interested in other boys, than girls.
In fact, I'd actually had sex with a boy - my best friend Jared - many times - when I was 13-14 years old. It started with us sharing the bathroom at his house, to change out of our wet swim suits after swimming in his pool, back into our clothes. As soon as we'd stripped off our wet swim suits, as we each dried off, I couldn't take my eyes off his genitals. Apparently he couldn't take his eyes off mine either. Quickly I noticed he was getting hard, and started to stiffen myself. Before either of us could cover ourselves, it was too late - we'd each noticed the other's cocks growing. When I looked up at him, he looked as embarrassed as I felt. Apparently seeing I was embarrassed too, he started to snicker, and so did I, and then he dropped his towel to reveal his full-fledged hardon. Grinning, I dropped my towel, revealing my own. As we looked back at each other, I could see he was hot and bothered, like I was. Without asking then, he reached for my penis. When he wrapped his hand around it, I gasped. Quickly I reached for his, and a moment later we were masturbating one another. Naturally, one thing lead to another, and we ended up sucking each other off, although, we warned each other before we came, so neither of us got a mouthful of jizz. It was awesome! After that first time, we never looked back, and as often as possible, we got together and shared mutual hand and blow jobs. We eventually also started sucking each other to completion - swallowing each others jism. We were both heartbroken, when abruptly, just around the time we were beginning to start exploring each other's assholes, Jared's parents split up, and he had to move away. We never saw each other again after that. I'd lost my best friend, and suddenly was back to having sex with just myself!
For a time I was depressed. After a while though, I began to think maybe it was for the best. Although I'd never thought it myself, apparently I wasn't bad looking, as I began to notice a few girls seemed to be interested in me, so I decided to see if maybe Jared had just been a phase, and that maybe I could be interested in girls too. Besides, it might help stop some of the bullying comments I was receiving from some of the guys, who had noticed I didn't seem to be as interested in girls as they were, and as they thought I should be. And so... I began "going out" with a girl who'd shown interest in me. It didn't last long, but there was another girl after that, then another, then I took a break from girls, but finally when I turned 16, I began dating a girl, who I liked a lot. After a few weeks, we began having sex. It was OK. I could get off, and so did she. It wasn't as nearly as good though as it had been with Jared. Hell... much of the time it wasn't even as good as jerking off was! Never-the-less, we'd stayed together, and were still together at the time I began working for Freddy.
OK - getting back to my story... so I was laying on Freddy's bed, looking up at him, wondering if he was just trying to help me get rid of my aches and pains from the hard day's work, or if maybe he had an ulterior motive when he offered to rub the cream into my thighs as well. Although it appeared he might have a hardon, he looked appropriately embarrassed to be offering to do that for another guy, and he was married, and on top of that, he was a lot older than me, so I began to think it was just my imagination that he wanted more than just to help me... besides, my thighs hurt a lot!
"Umm... OK," I said, blushing a little.
"OK," Freddy said, sounding a little dry in the throat. I thought out of the corner of my eye, his bulge blossomed again for a moment too. "Get up and pull your pants down then."
Although I realized I'd have to pull my pants down, I quickly wondered when Shirley would be home, and glanced at toward the bedroom door.
"Don't worry," Freddy said, apparently realizing what I was thinking. "Shirl won't be home for a while yet. She won't walk in and catch ya in yer boxers."
Feeling a little weird yet, I never-the-less got up off the bed.
"Might be easier, to just take your boots off and pull your pants off completely," Freddy said. "I can get to your calves then too."
Rather self-consciously, I did as Freddy suggested. I pulled off my boots, and then pulled off my jeans completely too, leaving me wearing nothing but my boxers and socks.
"Lay down again, face up this time though" Freddy said.
Quickly I laid down again on Freddy's bed. A moment later, Freddy squirted some cream, which I did notice was already working on my shoulders and back, my thighs and upper arms too. Then he started massaging my arms, lifting them and thoroughly rubbing the cream into them. He smiled when I gave a short giggle as his hand slipped through my armpit, tickling me.
I was surprised when after finishing my arms, Freddy didn't move directly to my thighs, instead he squirted some cream on the front of my shoulders, saying he thought maybe my upper chest muscles might need it too. Then he rubbed my shoulders, and sides, from my pits to my waistband, and after a moment, moved to my chest. Freddy spent a few minutes then massaging both of my breasts, which was pretty weird. As he worked near the nipples, I felt my penis stirring. He carefully only worked a little on my chest. Again though he looked a little embarrassed.
Finally, Freddy moved to my thighs, and it felt great as he rubbed the cream into them, because they really hurt.
"Spread your legs apart a bit," Freddy suggested, and I did.
Freddy's hands began sliding in between my legs then. As he reached way up to the top of my thighs, actually letting his fingertips slip inside the leg openings of my boxers an inch or so, my cock began to quickly fill with blood, and I felt my face heating up.
As my "problem" began to become noticeable, Freddy's face darkened a bit, and he quickly stopped, and cleared his throat, and said "Best if you flip over now, so I can do the back of your thighs.
Quickly, I flipped over, so I was laying face down again. I made sure to position my cock so it was sticking out to the left, so it wouldn't be bent, if it hardened further.
Freddy quickly went to work on the backs of my thighs, which hurt a lot as well. His massage, and the cream really did help a lot. As his hands slid back in between my legs again, I automatically spread them apart a little. Freddy apparently took this as my acceptance of what his was doing, and spent a few minutes massaging the insides of my thighs - in particular the upper portion, which felt awesome, but gave me a wicked hardon!
I was shocked when suddenly I felt Freddy slip his hands into the waist band of my boxers and slide them down over my ass cheeks.
"Oh relax," Freddy said, smiling, but blushing deeply. "We're both boys here, and besides, you said your ass hurt! I'm just trying to make you feel better."
"You are," I managed to croak.
As his hands began massaging my buttocks, Freddy had no idea how good he was making me feel. Then, whether intentional, or by accident, one of his fingers slipped into my crack, and the tip of it actually brushed aginst my pucker! I couldn't help softly gasping. It didn't happen again, but from that point on, it only took a minute before I was certain, if he didn't stop, I'd cream my boxers!
Just in the nick of time, Freddy stopped, and slipped his hands back out of my boxers.
I was surprised though he gave me a quick slap on my right buttock, as he said, "OK, you're good to go. Should be feeling much better, really soon!"
"Uh... thanks," I said, as I crawled up off his bed, and did my best to face away from him. Quickly I reached down, and picked up my jeans off the floor, and pulled them on... still facing away from Freddy. In the mirror attached to the dresser I was facing, I noticed two things. First was a small wet spot on the fabric of my boxers, where the tip of my hardon had been. Second, that Freddy was looking at me yet, specifically for a moment, his gazed appeared to be fixed directly on my ass, and then, his eyes moved to the reflection of the front of my boxers in the mirror. Oh God - had he seen the wet spot too? I felt mortified.
Red-faced I'm sure, I turned around, and sat down on the bed to pull my boots back on. Not wanting to look up at Freddy, my eyes again fell on his crotch, and I saw it was definitely bulging! This time, I was sure of it! What the Hell? Freddy was straight - or, so I'd always thought. He was married. He'd never given me any indication he was anything else. Was he actually like me though? Did he like guys better than girls, even though he was married... kinda how I had a girlfriend, even though I knew I liked boys better??? If that was the case, maybe it was another explanation of why we were so close to one another!
And, if Freddy did like boys, was his massage finally an invitation to me to take things further with him if I wished to??? Freddy was a damned good looking guy, but he was over ten years older than me. As much as I'd often fantasized about him jacking off the ways he'd taught me to, I hadn't ever really considered him to be bi or gay, so I'd never really given consideration to the possibility that we could ever hook up!
Now - that obviously sensual massage he'd just given me left me surprised to find myself suddenly curious to know what he looked like naked.
For a moment, I considered offering to give him a massage, like he'd just given me. But, just as I was about to ask if he'd like that, he dissmissively handed me the tube of cream, saying I could have what was left, and that I should get myself some more at the local drug store. He said he hoped I felt better, and that he'd see me the next morning.
I thanked Fred, pulled on my T-shirt, then left, and went home, and straight upstairs to my room. Quickly I locked myself in, stripped, laid down on the bed, lubed up and swiftly jacked off, blowing a huge load of cum all over myself! And once I'd finished, I realized I did feel better all over! Smiling, I wondered if Freddy was laying naked on his bed jacking off too! I expected the next morning to be awkward between us, but it wasn't. Freddy just asked how I was feeling, and I said I felt good, and thanked him again for the cream and rub down. He just smiled. We went about our work then, as if nothing unusual had occurred. Later that evening, when we got back to Freddy's house, I was again hurting, and wondered... hoped actually, that Freddy would offer another rub down. Even though it appeared his wife wasn't home yet, he didn't. He just told me to use the cream on myself like he'd done for me the day before, then said he'd see me in the morning. He did appear to have a tent in the front of his pants though as we parted. Again, as I laid on my bed jacking off after giving myself a rubdown, I wondered if Freddy was doing the same thing.
As the days passed, my muscles grew and strengthened, and soon it didn't hurt much at all after a day's work. Freddy and I continued working together for several months, and things continued between us, as they'd always been. There was never a repeat of Freddy's rubdown, and no other indication occurred to alert me to the fact that he might possibly be gay or bi. The only thing that was a possible indicator was something I began to notice - as much as we'd always talked about everything under the sun, we NEVER talked about women! Oh, we had talked about sex a lot - either in general, or in terms of the guy's part in it, but not really about women. Other than when Freddy initially told me about a woman's body, and I'd asked about fucking and eating a girl out. He'd readily told me all about it. And thinking back to that conversation, I recalled he had admitted he wasn't thrilled with eating a girl out, particularly citing the stench of a woman's crotch, and how drenched you could get. ... Although I'd tried doing it to a girl in the past, I too felt the same way about it as he'd described. Anyway, my point is that although we'd discussed the anatomy of a woman and mechanics of having sex with women, it was not an ongoing discussion, nor a particularly exiting discussion, and since then, we'd never talked about women! Was this another possible indication of Freddy's preferences??? Or, was it something he felt we shouldn't discuss, as he might get horny, and thus embarrassed. After all he was 11 years older than me. Finally, as nothing else remotely sexual ever occurred between us again since his massage, I decided that Freddy's rubdown must've actually been a "fatherly" thing, and that he had truly just wanted to help me out.
The next chapter of this story will be published shortly.