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Road Train Chapter 1
I put the empty bottle of Heineken on the counter, picked up my bag and headed to the exit. I stepped out of the small bar into the harsh Australian summer sun and squinted towards the main highway leading out to the desert. My plan was pretty foolproof, or at least it was to me. Catch a ride with, with whoever will take me, as far East as possible. Away from my bitch ex-girlfriend. A farmer travelling between towns had been kind enough to drop me off this far and I've been stuck in this two-house town since yesterday. Across from from me and the bar stood the service station, the only building that doesn't look like it is on the verge of collapse. This town is the last stop on a long empty highway to the next desert town. According to the bartender most of the road trains stop here to fill up on gas before continuing off along the highway. Road trains are pretty common in the outback. Huge trucks with three or four trailers, some as heavy as 200 tonnes. I figured that I could persuade one of the men to let me tag along with them. Most drivers enjoy the company. Spending a few days out in the open road can be pretty lonely, surely there would be a trucker willing to share the ride.
I crossed the road to the service station. The station itself was quite big. Big enough to allow two trucks to pull off the road, side-by-side and fill up. The small dust-covered convenience store looked almost out of place next to it. I walked in to the servo and nodded towards the attendee. He acknowledged my greeting then went back to reading the skin mag he was flicking through. I grabbed a bottle of water from the lone fridge and grabbed some change from my pocket and placed it on the counter. The man grumbled his appreciation and lethargically swiped it off the counter.
"When's the next truck coming in?" I asked.
"What is this? A fucking bus stop? He replied.
He had a point. Without another word I grabbed my water and walked outside and around to the shady side of the building. I chucked my bag to the ground and sat with my back against the wall and waited. I checked the time on my phone, it was just after 10am.
A few hours later I heard a loud engine approach. The relatively silent town all of a sudden seemed to rumble. Sure enough an enormous green and white truck approached, slowly turning into the service station and pulling up next to the pump. I grabbed my bag and jumped up towards the truck. The driver side door swung open and out slumped a cliché, late 40's or early 50's potbellied bloke wearing a stained white wifebeater and stubbies. He clamoured down from the cab with as much grace as a wombat tumbling down a hill. He managed to somehow stick the landing, obviously from years of practice. I approached him with my bag swung over one arm and the other one extended to shake his hand.
"Hi my name's Liam. I'm from Perth and I'm heading to Melbourne to meet up with my cousin. I was wondering if I could catch a ride with you if you're heading that way?"
He looked me up and down, ignoring my extended hand.
"Bugger off kid, ya bloody free loader. Kids these days expect everything for nothing!"
His attitude took me off guard. Most small town folk were usually friendly. Sure some had a chip on their shoulder but they were still mostly friendly people.
"I won't bother you I promise, I just need a ride..."
"I said fuck off kid." he responded and turned his back on me as he returned to filling up the rig. I turned away and headed back to my shady spot not feeling very hopeful about my chances of getting to Melbourne.
Just as I slumped against the wall I heard the faint rumbling of another engine in the distance. I stood up and looked along the highway. It seemed unusual that two trucks would show up one after the other but sure enough there was another one heading towards us. I watched as it swung in beside the green and white rig belonging to the old geezer. I decided to try my luck again, trying not to let my first attempt cast any doubt over me. This truck was white with maroon over the engine and had three large trailers hooked up to it. The driver door swung open and out leapt a tall burly looking guy maybe only a few years older than me. He stood at maybe 6'1 or 6'2 and had on a tight blue tee shirt and black stubbies. He saw me walking over to him and flashed a grin at me. He had few days worth of neatly trimmed stubble on his face, making his already strong jawline look even more masculine. His hair was trimmed short and was little messy on top. I noticed his nose was slightly crooked probably from a previous break.
"Hey mate." He greeted me before I had a chance to.
"Hey." I replied. I extended my hand. "My name's Liam. I'm heading to Melbourne and I was wondering if I might be able to catch a lift with you."
"Thought you might ask that. You'd be surprised how often we get folks wanting a ride. Sure thing mate. Chuck your bag up in the cab and grab a seat. My name's Brent. " He shook my hand firmly. I was surprised how strong his hand was. It felt slightly rough and calloused. For someone who sat in a truck all day he seemed surprisingly muscular. His chest and forearms bulged and his stubbies were almost tight around his thighs. He probably scored a lot with the ladies I thought to myself.
"Thank you, I really appreciate it man." I smiled. He seemed really friendly. I walked around to the passenger door just in time to see the asshole from the other truck slam his door closed. He scowled and slowly, and loudly, began to pull out of the station. I just smiled and climbed up to the passenger seat.
The cabin was surprisingly roomy. There was a decent amount of leg room for me to stretch my legs and it was nice and cool inside the cabin. I put my bag down by my feet and looked around. Behind the seats was a single mattress and above that was a small flat screen tv on a mount hanging down above the foot of the bed. It looked like there were a few storage compartments and there were a few clothing items thrown lazily on the bed. A couple of pictures of naked chicks were stuck up on the wall next to the bed. He likely tore them out of a couple of magazines after a wank and put them there. There was a tee shirt and some boxers crumpled up in a heap on the side of the bed which he probably changed out of this morning before hitting the road.
The driver door swung open and Brent lifted himself up into the cab effortlessly. His massive arms flexing in the process. He grinned at me again and chucked a brown paper bag at me. It took me off guard but I caught it.
"Here's something to eat. The next stop is about six hours drive from here and there's nowhere to stop for food before that." he said as he buckled himself into his seat and started the engine.
"Thanks!" I replied, peering into the bag to see two mince pies. "Let me grab some money to pay you back." I reached into my bag to rummage for my wallet.
"Don't worry about it mate. Happy to have some company with me on the road. Should make the trip go a lot faster."
The truck pulled out onto the road and away from the gas town.
"So where are you from?" He asked.
"Geraldton, a few hours drive up from Perth." I replied.
"Yea I know the place. There's some good beaches there. So what's in Melbourne?"
"Something new." I replied. "I needed to get out of that place and my Cousin said I could crash with him while I find something to do there."
"Things not so good back home?" he looked over with a concerned look. He seemed to genuinely care, one of those guys that would give you his jacket in the rain if you didn't have one.
I chuckled. "Yea you could say that. I came home from work early one day and caught my best mate balls deep in my missus."
He laughed. "Yea I've been there mate."
Brent had a contagious laugh, I couldn't help but laugh about it myself. Sure it had been rough at the time and I hated both their guts but it motivated me to get out of Geraldton.
"So what did you do in Geraldton?" he asked me.
"I'm a mechanic. Dad taught me pretty much everything I know."
"Heh, most mechanics I know have a beer belly that scrapes the engine they're working under. How'd a mechanic like you keep such a fit body?"
I laughed at Brent's comment and felt some pride in myself at the same time. "I love to surf. Most days after work or if the garage was quiet I'd head out to the beach and hit the waves. Every weekend I'd be down there with my mate Jared seeing who could catch the biggest wave. We started to gym together too. Jared said it helped his game with the ladies. Besides you don't look like your average trucker mate." I jabbed.
"Yea I'm really into footy back home. Been playing it since I was a boy. Play it every chance I can with the lads down at the club. Almost managed to get into the big leagues too but I didn't quite make the cut."
"That explains your massive thighs." I said without thinking. I wondered if he would take it the wrong way that I had been checking out his legs.
"Thanks bro. Yea I guess I'm pretty stoked with how my body is." Brent flexed his bicep. I don't know why but it turned me on. Everything about Brent was fucking sexy.
"How old are you?" He asked.
"Twenty five. You?"
"Just turned thirty." He smiled.
He looked young for his age. It probably helped that he had a strong jawline and a good body but I never would have guessed he was thirty.
We kept talking into the early evening, we got on like a house on fire. Brent was really easy to talk to and I felt myself becoming quite comfortable with him. I started to feel pretty tired after a while. I didn't get a decent nights sleep the night prior and it had been a long day. The sun was setting and lit up the desert sky a pale orange blue gradient.
Brent caught me yawning. "You know there's a bed in the back if you wanna crash mate?" He offered.
"Actually I could really do with some sleep man. You don't mind do you?"
"Not at all. Go for it" he offered. "Just kick my dirty clothes to the side. Sorry about the mess, I wasn't expecting to share my bed." He said almost embarrassed.
The thought of sharing a bed with Brent made my dick stir but I put it to the back of my mind and climbed over the seat into the bed behind us.
"Make yourself comfortable mate." He said.
The head of the bed was directly behind Brent's seat and with him facing the road he wouldn't be able to see me. I stripped off my jeans and lay on top of the bed in my tee and boxers. It was too warm to get under the blanket. I moved his tee off the bed and noticed his boxers to the side of the pillow. I'm not sure why but I picked them up to inspect them. The thought of Brent's cock in the pouch of the boxers turned me on. My dick got hard at the thought. They were a white pair of cotton boxer briefs with `Bonds' on the label.
The pouch seemed pretty stretched out at the front and they looked like they had been owned for a few years. I looked inside and saw marks left by precum. I remember taking off my own boxers after my ex-girlfriend had been teasing me through my pants one night and seeing the same marks left by my own excitement. There were a few piss stains where the tip off his cock sat in the crotch of his undies. I imagined Brent slipping his dick back into his shorts after taking a leak and the last few drops soaking into the fabric. I brought the crotch to my face and inhaled the strong masculine smell of Brent's cock. It was almost overwhelming, not dirty or pungent but a strong musky smell. My cock throbbed. I couldn't remember being this horny in a long time and I didn't understand why. I considered myself to be straight but there was something about Brent that made me incredibly horny. Maybe I was just getting sick of wanking my own cock after breaking up with Natasha. I wanted to jerk off so badly with Brent's dirty boxers pressed to my face but I was scared of being caught. He could turn around at any point and see my erection tenting my boxers or worse my face buried in his undies. I put the boxers to the side of the bed and lay down hoping my rock hard dick would subside. I must have been tired because not long after I lay down I fell asleep.
I woke up to Brent gently tapping my shoulder. "Hey buddy, we're here." He said eagerly.
"Where's here?" I asked, still feeling sleepy.
"Warburton. There's a small motel here that's popular with the truckers. It's got a good bar and I got us a room for the night. It will be nice not to have to sleep in Bessie tonight." he grinned and slapped the side of the bed.
"Bessie?! You named your truck Bessie?" I laughed.
"Yep nothing is more fitting for the old girl" he chuckled.
Brent showed me to the motel room he had arranged for us. The room looked dated and the furnishings all looked tired, as if they'd give out at any moment. I was slightly disappointed that there were two single beds side by side and not a large queen we could have shared.
"You sure this will be more comfortable than Bessie?" I joked.
"Guess we will find out won't we." Brent laughed as he tossed his shoes off to the side and jumped on the nearest bed. The wooden frame groaned under his weight and the mattress squeaked like an orgy of rats going at it in the wall. "Man this thing would be no good for fucking on!" Brent joked as he made thrusting motions with his hips, each thrust making the mattress squeak comically. I laughed out loud and threw the pillow from my bed at him. He caught it easily. "Still, it won't be as loud as your snoring." He smirked cheekily.
"Aww shit was I really snoring?" I asked slightly embarrassed.
"Mate I wasn't sure which was louder, the engine or you!" We both cracked up.
We made our way to the bar shortly afterwards and got ourselves a couple of beers and some pub grub. As the night progressed we seemed to joke and tease each other more and more. Part way through the evening I needed to piss. I told Brent I needed to take a leak and looked for the bathroom. I walked in and walked up to the narrow steel trough urinal. I felt slightly buzzed from all the beers we had been knocking back. I whipped out my uncut cock and started pissing as I heard the bathroom door open. Brent walked right up beside me still holding a beer in his hand.
"Didn't realise how much I needed a piss until you mentioned it." He nodded, flashing his cheeky smile at me.
I chuckled and looked back down at my stream. Using his other hand, Brent reached into his stubbies and pulled out his cock. I couldn't help but look over at it. He had a modestly sized uncut dick with ample foreskin covering his helmet, forming a spout at the tip. I was amused at how similar our cocks were and at the same time turned on knowing what equipment Brent was working with. My shaft was slightly longer flaccid with the same amount of foreskin covering my head where Brent's was thicker and more veiny. Without skinning back his foreskin he began to piss a heavy stream into the urinal. Both our streams were clear from the amount we had been drinking.
"I'm gunna head back to the room mate. Got an early start tomorrow." He said then took another swig of his beer.
"I'll head back with you I replied." Hoping my cock wouldn't start to show how turned on I was.
Brent finished up his piss at the same time as I did. He lazily shook his dick a couple of times before tucking it back into his shorts one-handed. That explains the piss mark in his boxers I thought to myself. I followed suit and we headed back to the motel room.
"Mind if I grab a shower?" I asked.
"Go for it bro. I'm right behind you." He replied.
I went into the small cramped bathroom, closed the door and stripped off. The shower was soothing. I thought about Brent's cock and my own stiffened up and I tugged at it while I cleaned off. I didn't want to keep Brent waiting so I didn't finish jerking off. I got out and towelled off then wrapped my towel around my waist. I stepped back into the room to see Brent already stripped down to his boxers. His body looked just like a typical rugby player. His pecs and shoulders bulged and his thighs stretched out the legs of his boxers. I'm surprised the elastic hadn't given out. His chest and abs were smooth. His dick bulged out in his boxers propped up by his massive thighs.
"All yours mate." I stepped past him
"Cheers buddy!" He playfully slapped my ass as we walked past each other. I turned and sat on my bed to see him shucking off his boxers and flick them back to his bed. His muscular ass looked incredible. My cock sprang back to being fully erect. Brent didn't bother closing the door, instead he just stepped in to the shower and closed the curtain behind him. I took off my towel and went to grab a fresh pair of boxers from my bag. As I did I noticed Brent's lying on the floor next to his bed. I picked them up. They were still warm from his body heat. I look inside the pouch and noticed a wet spot from where his piss soaked into the fabric. I lifted them to my nose and inhaled. The musky, masculine scent was much stronger than his other pair. My other hand wrapped itself around my hard shaft and I started pumping my cock while I breathed in Brent's scent. I wanted to cum so bad but Brent could get out of the shower at any moment and catch me in the act.
I dropped his undies back to the floor and grabbed a fresh pair out of my bag, pulling them over my stiff prick. My hard on strained against the fabric. I pulled back the sheets and slipped in to the squeaky bed just as Brent turned off the shower. A few moments later he walked out of the shower stark naked completely nonchalant to his state of dress. My dick throbbed at the sight of the rugby player in front of me. His flaccid cock bounced with each step as he walked over to his bed.
"Man you aren't shy are you." I stated.
"Na mate, you get used to blokes seeing your junk when you spend as much time in the changing rooms as I do." Brent laughed. "It's just a dick buddy, we've both got one. You see plenty of cock in the showers. You get to know who has the biggest on the team pretty quick too. Some cunts like to brag." he smirked playfully.
"Sounds like you have a pretty close team back home."
"Yea most of the boys have been playing together since high school. We make the new guys feel welcome too." he responded as he pulled back the sheet on his bed and climbed in. His massive frame made the bed creak loudly. He reached over to the light switch and turned it off.
"Catch you in the morning bro." he said as he rolled on to his side.
"Yea you too mate." I replied. I lay in the bed with my arms behind my head looking up at the ceiling. I was already feeling good about my decision to leave Geraldton. I smiled and replayed the events of the day in my mind as I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up early in the morning to Brent pulling on his stubbies overs morning wood. His dick formed a very noticeable bulge in his shorts. He was obviously a grower. He pulled on a singlet and smiled at me. "Morning bro!" he said happily. I groaned and rubbed my eyes in response.
"What time is it man?" I asked.
"Six thirty. Sorry for the rude awakening mate but we gotta hit the road."
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, my own cock standing hard and proud stretched the crotch of my boxers. Despite Brent's very laid back attitude to his masculinity I felt self conscious and quickly pulled on a pair of boardies. They didn't do much to hide my hard on. I got my stuff together and we both headed down to the reception to drop of the key. We grabbed a quick greasy breakfast at a small diner that I was surprised was open so early for such a small town. After we wolfed down our meals we hit the road. I wasn't used to starting the day so early and was still quite tired. It didn't seem to affect Brent, for him it was business as usual. The road went on without twisting or turning, just a long straight and flat road surrounded by desert. The only interesting part of the morning aside from seeing Brents hard bulging shorts was a mob of roos that bounced along beside the truck before turning away towards some hills.
By mid morning we were back to our usual form, joking and teasing one another and telling each other about our lives. Brent told me about his life growing up in a small town like me. He played footy, at first to fit in, but then found it to be his true life passion. His dad encouraged him to train as much as he could. His dad drove a road train too which meant he wasn't often around, but when he was in town he would make sure he went to every one of Brent's games. Brent told me that when he didn't make the cut for the professional league it took a big toll on him. He struggled to find a job and was't sure what to do with his life. He kept playing and his mates on the team helped him get through it. He got a job as a builder through one of the lads on the team when he was twenty two and picked up the skills of the trade really quickly. He did pretty well for himself for a while until his mum passed away which shook up his dad pretty bad. His dad became ill not long after. Brent took over the road train as a way of thanking his dad for all the years supporting his dreams of playing league professionally. It was only meant to be temporary but Brent told me he fell in love with it. He enjoyed travelling all over Australia, meeting new people and the stress free, laid back attitude that came with the job. Even if it meant being away from home for days or weeks at a time.
He asked me about my life and my experiences so far. I told him how my older bro taught me how to surf. After that I surfed as often as I could, I even competed in a couple of tournaments as a teenager. We were a poor family and we didn't have much, the garage struggled to stay open some years but I never felt like I had a bad childhood and was always grateful for what my parents did for me. I told him how I met my best mate Jared through our mutual love for surfing and quickly became inseparable, on the beach and at school and eventually the gym too. I explained how I met my ex-girlfriend at the garage after her parents car broke down. Natasha was one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen. When we met, she had just moved in to town with her family and was bitter about moving from Perth to such a small town but she grew to like it. After seeing each other for a few months we eventually got a cheap place a few minutes out of town. She got a job as an English teacher at my old high school. I swear to god the horny teens in her class must have had constant hard ons seeing her perky tits all day. She had a habit of wearing a low cut top or loosely buttoned blouse that made her pretty popular with the lads in school and their fathers. The mums not so much.
Then I told Brent about how I caught Jared boning her one day. She always finished teaching at around 3:30pm and it wasn't far from the school to our place. I couldn't remember why I even went home early that day but I did remember finding it weird seeing Jared's ute parked out front when I got there. They mustn't have heard me come in because they were still rutting when I went in to the bedroom. Natasha covered her shame with the bed sheets and Jared backed against the wall, his semi still glistening from her wet cunt. I recalled how Natasha looked at me and the tears that began to stream down her face. I remembered how Jared pleaded with me that `It's not what it seems bro' and told me he was sorry. I couldn't remember what I screamed and shouted, just the rage I felt. The sadness came later.
Brent looked over at me with concern as I recalled the events that lead to me deciding to move my life across country.
"It's ok man. It's in the past now and I've moved on from it all." I said in response to his worried look. "I think the worst part was my best buddy letting me down like that ya know? I mean we practically grew up together. We were like brothers." I said deflated.
"Yea man that's rough." Brent replied. I could feel he didn't know what to say or how to comfort me.
"Fuck them both. They can have each other." I looked over at Brent and smiled trying to lighten the mood. "Boy do I do miss her pussy though." I said jokingly.
Brent cracked up laughing.
"She had these amazing tits you know? They were really perky and firm. Not too big but just so perfect. I loved sucking on her nipples while i fucked her. And the way she would moan just put me over the edge each time."
"Damn bro that sounds fucking hot!" Brent exclaimed.
"You got not idea man. You have a girlfriend back home?" I asked.
"Na not right now. Had a few short term flings but I mostly don't have the time for anything more." he shrugged. "Tell me more about your exes tits." he grinned.
I laughed. "You horny cunt."
"Hey shut up. I haven't had any in a while." he chided playfully.
"Looking back on it I kinda should have seen it coming, her shagging Jared. She was a freak in bed, always hungry for more. The first time we fucked was out behind the garage. We had been on a couple of dates already and she came in to thank me for fixing up her parents old car for the third time. I don't know why they kept that old piece of shit. Anyway she told me she had a present for me and grabbed my overalls and dragged me out back. She practically ripped my clothes off me. My arms were still covered in grease but she didn't care, she went straight to sucking my dick then turned around and let me fuck her doggy. The kinky bitch had a condom on my dick faster than I can put one on myself. Shit I loved the way her tits bounced when I fucked her."
My dick started to grow at the memory of Natasha's pussy.
"Shiiiiit..." was all Brent could muster to say. He reached down to his crotch and adjusted himself. Clearly my story had the same effect on him as it did me.
"Yea man, this one time she rode me in her classroom in the middle of the fucking day! She had a free period in between classes and we had planned to grab lunch together. Instead she got my hand and slid it up her skirt to feel her wet pussy. I got hard instantly. I bent her over her desk and fucked her right there. She didn't even take off her skirt. I had to keep covering her mouth to stop her moaning so loud incase someone walking past heard us."
Brent's hard cock stretched the crotch of his shorts. I caught him reach down and squeeze his dick through his stubbies as I was talking. My own cock was throbbing just as hard.
"She begged me to cum on her tits so I covered them. Then she had me lick it up so her students wouldn't see. Man that classroom must have stunk of pussy."
"You licked up your own load?" Brent asked, intrigued.
"Yea mate. She always loved kissing me when I had cum in my mouth. Plus it tastes kinda good."
Brent's dick strained against his shorts, looking like it was about to rip free.
"You ever tasted your load?" I asked curiously.
"Um yea." he scratched his head almost as if he was embarrassed. "Well not mine."
"Huh?" I shot him a confused look.
"Well this one time after a match, me and one of the lads, Steve, were still hanging around the changing rooms. We were both drinking and joking around after our big win and his missus came in wondering what was taking him so long. I had just finished showering and was still starkers. She turned red and went to bolt but Steve stopped her and told her to grab a beer with us. We ended up pretty smashed. I was still naked and Stevo caught Sarah eyeing up my cock so he teased her about it. I guess he didn't want to feel outdone or maybe he just wanted to show his dominance or something but he whipped out his cock and asked her who's was better. We were all laughing, I thought it was hilarious. He came over to me and grabbed my shoulder so we were side by side, me naked and him with his league shorts around his thighs. `Come feel them babe. tell me which one you'd want in your sweet pussy' he said to her. I couldn't believe it but she did it! I mean she just walked up to us both and wrapped her hands around our junk without even pausing to think about it. I boned up instantly. Then she dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. I was fucking stunned. I must have looked like an idiot just standing there with my mouth open." Brent adjusted himself again.
"Steve acted like this was completely normal and leaned over, grabbed my hand and put it on his dick. I sorta freaked out. I pulled back from him and I guess I looked like a deer in the headlights. He pulled me over and said it was alright and put his cock in my hand again. After he told me that, I just sorta went with it. His dick was fucking massive and it felt really weird to hold another guys tool in your hand ya know? I'd seen his soft cock plenty of times before but never hard. He outshone mine by almost an inch. I jerked him off as Sarah blew me. Then we went over to one of the benches and we spit roasted her. Steve started off in her pussy then we traded places and I fucked her for a bit. Man she felt so tight on my dick. She had one of those really skinny waists with a gorgeous ass. Then she asked me to swap places, so I lay on my back on the bench and she got on top of me in a 69 position and went down on my cock. Her pussy was right in my face so I started to eat her out. Then Stevo lined up his cock and started fucking her pussy while I licked and sucked her clit. I'm lucky Stevo had a small pair of nuts or he would have clocked me in the face" Brent laughed. "He fucked her pretty hard and I heard him say he was cumming, then I saw is whole shaft throb as he unloaded in her. When he pulled out his dick, his cum flowed out of her pussy into my mouth. I ate her out and could taste his cum inside her. I don't know why but tasting my mates jizz made me cum so hard."
"Jesus that's hot." I said as I realised my hand had been rubbing my dick the whole time he was talking. I looked over to see Brent doing the same. His story had me on edge and it had been a few days since I had last cum.
"Thanks mate. I think your story was hotter though. I bet your ex looked amazing with your load on her tits." Brent exhaled, still groping his bulge.
I reached into my bag and grabbed my iPhone. "How about I show you mate?" I said with a cheeky grin. I remembered I still had quite a few photos from when we were still dating, I hadn't gotten around to deleting any yet. I swiped through the camera roll to a picture I had taken after one of our fuck sessions a few months back.
"You serious?" Brent asked eagerly.
"Check it out." I passed him the phone.
Brent glanced at it while also keeping an eye on the road. Not that there was any turns or traffic for miles ahead that he had to look out for.
"Oh man she is fucking gorgeous!" he said as he flicked through the pics. "I can see why she liked you too. Thats some impressive equipment you got there mate."
"What?" I grabbed the phone back off him confused. I had completely forgotten about the snaps I had taken of me fucking Natasha. Brent had stopped on a close-up of my hard cock resting against her pussy lips. My foreskin was pulled back past the helmet which shone with my precum and her juices.
"I hope you don't mind bro but I gotta let the beast outta the cage, it's starting to hurt." Brent edged his shorts down to his knees and his hard cock sprang free. His thick cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat. I looked over at it, mesmerised. Brent's shaft curved slightly upwards and his long foreskin covered his cock head. His pubes were trimmed neatly and his nuts were completely smooth.
Brent caught me staring at his manhood. "Pretty nice ain't it?" he grinned and grave it a few strokes with his left hand while his right gripped the steering wheel. "Get yours out too man. Let's see it."
I didn't hesitate. I grabbed by boardies and slid them to my ankles. My dick sprung up and slapped my stomach as soon as it was freed from by boxers. It stood proudly at a 85 degree angle with my foreskin pulled back behind my flared pink bell-end. I gave it a tug a couple of times then looked back to Brent. He was looking at my cock.
"Fucking nice one man!" He said as he glanced back to the road.
"What's it like to touch another guys cock?" I asked timidly.
"You wanna try?" Brent responded looking down at his cock then back at me.
"I guess your story about Stevo just got me curious." I said, embarrassed that I had even asked in the first place. Brent noticed me blushing
"It's cool bro. Try it."
I slowly reached over to his boner and wrapped my hand around it. Brent let out a sigh as my hand touched his manhood. I was surprised at how warm it felt. Instinct kicked in and I gave it a few tugs, moving his foreskin back and forth over his helmet.
"Aww mate that feels good." Brent sighed. "So what do you think?"
"It's so hard!" Is all I could manage to reply, I was too mesmerised by his tool. I leaned over closer to get a better grip on his cock and started to increase my rhythm. As I wanked his cock I could smell his musk, the same as his boxers only much stronger.
"Awww fuuuck." Brent moaned.
Brent's masculine smell was overpowering, I wanted more. I undid my seatbelt and moved over to him. Brent knew what I wanted and lifted an arm from the steering wheel so I could get closer. I pulled back his foreskin and wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock.
"Holy shit bro!" He said in a breathy voice.
I licked the tip of his knob and tasted his manhood. It was a strong masculine taste, that I couldn't compare to anything, as well as hints of pre cum and piss. Brent moved a hand to the back of my head and pushed me further down his cock. I lowered myself as far as I could go, until my stubble was tickling his balls. I tried to mimic what Natasha did to my cock when she blew me. Brent's moaning continued to get louder and I could taste more and more pre cum oozing out of his cock. I continued sucking him from the tip of his dick right down to his balls.
"Fuck mate you're a natural!" Brent sighed. "I gotta pull over."
Brent slowed the truck down and manoeuvred to the side of the dusty road, eventually coming to a complete stop. I kept sucking him the entire time. As soon as the truck was stationary he moved one hand to my head and the other to my shoulder.
"God I'm gunna jizz mate." He moaned loudly.
I felt his entire cock stiffen even more, then his orgasm hit. His first jet of cum shot out of his cock directly down my throat. Brent's hips thrust up to meet my mouth and his hand pulled my head closer. I moved back up his shaft trying not to choke as his cock flooded my mouth with cum. It was thick and salty but tasted incredible. Brent moaned as his whole body shook. I swallowed and felt even more cum flow out of his cock.
"Shit mate that was amazing." Brent panted heavily, coming down for his orgasm. I sat up in my seat and swallowed the last of Brent's nut. Just then Brent reached over and wrapped his hand around my shaft and began to pump. I was already so close to cumming and seeing Brent's strong thick fingers wrapped around my tool and his massive bicep flexing as he jerked my cock put me over the edge. Cum shot out of my cock, hitting me on the chin and chest as well as covering Brent's hand. I closed my eyes and grabbed on to Brent's arm as my orgasm shook my body.
"Damn bro that was a big load." He chuckled. He brought his cum covered hand to his mouth and licked some of it off. "I see why your ex was hooked on this stuff too." He grinned cheekily at me and we both laughed.
I hadn't cum so hard in a long time. I took off my cum soaked tee shirt and wiped the jizz off my face. The gravity of what I had just done started to sink in. I'd just sucked another blokes cock. I'd never had these urges before in my life. I didn't feel gay, yet I had an undoubtable attraction to Brent. His muscular frame and handsome face really turned me on and I had really gotten in to sucking his dick. I could still taste his load in my mouth and began to feel uneasy.
Brent must have noticed my discomfort and reached over and put a hand on my shoulder. "Hey you ok man?" He asked.
"Uh, yea." I said, not really sure if I was or not. "I've never done that before."
"First time for me too mate. Getting sucked by another bloke that is." He said casually. "I liked it though"
Hearing Brent talk about it so casually made me feel somewhat better. He seemed to only care about what made him happy and not getting caught up in what anyone else thought.
"Yea I guess I did too." I smiled.
Brent slapped my shoulder reassuringly. "I dunno about you but I gotta take a wicked piss." He changed the subject. I realised it did too, I always had to after blowing my wad. Brent climbed out of the truck and walked a few meters over to a small bush. I got out of the cab and followed his lead. Brent flopped out his cock in and began to let loose. I did the same, aiming my stream towards the bush Brent pissed on. I nudged him in the shoulder with my free hand and said "Watch this." I aimed my stream across his, accidentally splashing his boot in the process.
"Hey watch it mate!" He shouted playfully and aimed his stream towards me. I dodged out of the way in time and we continued to sword fight with our streams until we were both drained. Once we finished playing we tucked our cocks back into our shorts and headed back to the truck. With a loud roar the rig rumbled back onto the road towards our next stop.