Trucker Sucker

Trucker Sucker by rmdexter

"GET READY, KID...HERE IT COMES!" the big trucker said just as his huge cock started to go off inside my mouth. The first thick rope of cum shot forth powerfully, the sperm-laden wad of cock-juice shooting deep into my sucking mouth. His monstrous cock twitched and I felt a second creamy strand of his milky semen splash over my tonsils. His hips flexed back and forth as he continued to unload inside my vacuuming mouth, my head banging rhythmically against the headboard as he fucked my face mercilessly. My cheeks were working in and out like a bellows as I sucked ravenously at his rock-hard 11" prick, trying to draw out as much of his delicious man-juice that I could. I swallowed another thick salty wad as he flooded my mouth again and again. I couldn't believe the size of his load—and this was already the fifth one he'd fed me tonight. The silky nectar slid down my throat luxuriously and I sucked for more, already addicted to a taste I'd never experienced until just a few hours earlier. As another syrupy ribbon of semen slid warmly down my throat, I thought back on how my young life had changed in such a short time...

"Thank goodness this guy is stopping", I thought as the big transport pulled over to the side of the road. I'd only been standing with my thumb out for a few minutes, but I was anxious to get away before my mom and that asshole boyfriend of hers came looking for me. I rushed up to the rig, stepped on the running board and reached up to open the passenger door.

"Where you headed, Kid?" the trucker asked as I poked my head in the door.

I paused, awestruck as I looked across the cab at the man facing me. Being small and frail myself, I'd always been impressed by big men, but this guy was huge. I couldn't tell how tall he was sitting down, but he was definitely a big mountain of a man—and ruggedly handsome too. A well-worn ball-cap partially covered curly black hair that I could see he kept quite short. His face was strong-looking, with pronounced cheekbones and deep-set dark eyes that seemed to look into my very soul. It was the face of an experienced masculine man, and I guessed him to be around 40, but in great shape. A few days growth of beard gave him a sexy unkempt look that I found wickedly exciting for some reason. A faded plaid shirt fit tightly across his barrel-like chest and broad shoulders. A few buttons of the shirt were open at the neck, revealing a few tendrils of glistening hair between the two pronounced plates of his powerful-looking pecs. As my eyes roamed down over his big masculine form, I noticed the jeans he wore couldn't hide the impressive size of his long legs and thick tree-trunk-like thighs. I looked down to the floorboards and saw his big feet covered in a pair of rugged hiking boots.

I found myself gulping nervously as I looked at him, taking all of that in within seconds of opening the cab door. Like I said, I'd always been impressed by big men, but I'd never felt the way I felt right now. I was tingly and nervous, but I knew it wasn't from being afraid—it was more from some kind of unknown excitement I felt in his presence.

"I said, where you headed?" he repeated.

"It doesn't matter," I said as I climbed into the cab and dropped my knapsack between my legs. "Anywhere but here."

"How old are you, Kid?"

"18, sir."

"18? You're pretty small for 18."

"I've kinda been small my whole life, sir," I replied, my face turning red in shame. Something about being in the presence of his huge man made me feel woefully inadequate. On top of that, I was only 15, but I thought if I told him the truth, he might make me get out of the truck right there on the spot.

"How'd you get that shiner?" he asked, nodding towards my left eye as he pulled back out onto the freeway.

"My mom's boyfriend."

"No dad?"

"No sir, he passed away a couple of years back."

"Sorry to hear that. So what'd you do for this guy to want to hit a little fella like you?"

"He just got drunk again, like he and my mom do nearly every day. I...I just have to get away from there. I don't care where I end up. I didn't do nothing, sir."

He paused for a second and looked me up and down, his intense gaze causing a shiver to run down my spine. "Sir...I like when you call me that." He gave me a little wink that for some reason made me feel safe—that with this man nothing was ever going to hurt me. "What's your name, Kid?"

"Cody, sir."

"My name's Max, but you just keep calling me sir, okay?" He had a certain firmness to his voice that let me know he was in control here, which was fine with me.

"Yes sir."

"That's a good boy, Cody. I think we're gonna get along just fine." We drove on with very little talk between us, the tires humming smoothly as Max maneuvered the big truck skillfully through traffic. It was late afternoon before Max spoke again.

"Well Kid, I was originally gonna drive until about midnight, but I'm starting to feel a little tired. There's a nice motel with a restaurant not too far up that I'm thinking of pulling into for the night."

I knew it was going to be getting dark soon and I was worried about trying to get another ride, but I guess I had no choice. "Uh, okay. Would you be able to let me off by the freeway, sir?"

"Look, it's going to be near impossible to get a lift this late at night, and the people who would pick you up at this time would likely be pretty scary, especially for a kid like you." He gave me a knowing look and I couldn't help but nod in agreement. "So why don't you grab a bite to eat with me, crash in my room, and then you can come along with me again tomorrow?"

I felt a rush of excitement at the possibility of being able to stay with him, but I dropped my head before I spoke, ashamed of my situation. "I...I only have a few dollars. I don't even know if I have enough for a meal."

"That's okay, Kid. It'll be on me. Maybe we can work out some kind of deal." He paused for a second and looked at me intently. As I looked back at him, it seemed as if his gaze was zeroed in on my mouth for some reason. "Yeah, I think I've got something you can work on for me that should make us even."

My heart raced with excitement. Not only would I have the chance to maybe make some money, or at least pay for my meal, but I wouldn't have to leave Max either. "That...that sounds great. I'll do whatever I can to help you out. Thank you, sir."

He gave me another one of those winks that made me tingle, and this time I noticed a look of real satisfaction on his face. About a half-hour later he pulled off onto a side road just as the light was starting to fade. We pulled into the "Old Log Inn" and Max parked his big truck at the side of the parking lot.

"Leave your knapsack here for now. We'll grab our stuff after we eat," he said as he climbed down out of the truck. I followed and my jaw dropped as I saw him come around from his side of the truck. He had to be at least 6'-6" tall and about 260 pounds of solid muscle. I gasped as I looked at his massive body, so powerful compared to my own petite form.

I followed him into the motel office where I heard him order a room with a king-size bed. "I think I'm gonna need that tonight, Chip," Max glanced at me over his shoulder as he spoke to the man behind the desk.

"No problem, Max," the man said as he looked over at me, a funny twinkle in his eye. "Just don't break the bed like you did last time you were here."

"I'll do my best not to," Max said with a smile as he took the room key the man handed him. "But I can't guarantee anything—you know what I mean."

"Oh, I know what you mean," Chip said with a shake of his head as we left the tiny office. Based on what they'd just said, I figured the last time Max had slept here that the bed he'd had couldn't take his weight. Maybe that's why he'd asked for a king-size this time. I was kind of surprised that he didn't ask if they had a cot that could be brought in for me to sleep on, but I wasn't in any position to complain—the floor was going to be just fine with me.

I followed Max over to the adjoining restaurant, my little legs having to take two steps for each of his long strides. The place had an old log cabin look that made it feel warm and homey.

"Bring us a couple of steaks with fries and salad, Shirley," Max said to the buxom blonde waitress as we took seats on opposite sides of a booth.

"I...I can't eat that much, sir," I said.

"Well, you just eat what you can." He looked at me with that authoritative look in his eyes again. I knew I'd do my best to please him, but it sounded like an awful lot of food. "I want to see how you handle a big piece of meat." I wasn't sure what he meant but I saw Shirley smile when he said that. "Bring me a big mug of beer. What do you want to drink, kid?"

"Could I just have a glass of milk, sir?"

"Sure. A glass of milk for the little fella here. Thanks, Shirley," Max said before the busty woman turned and walked over to the bar.

"C'mon kid, we've been on the road for hours. Let's go take a piss before our food gets here," Max said as he slid out of the booth. I followed him to the washroom. The place had two urinals and one stall. Max stepped up to one urinal. I was unsure of what to do, but didn't want him to think I was a shy little kid by going into the stall, so I bucked up my courage and stepped up to the urinal next to him. As my nervous fingers fiddled with my fly, I heard a resonant metallic ZZZZIPPPPPPP as Max opened his jeans. The suggestive sound drew my eyes like a magnet and I found my gaze zeroing in on his fingers as he reached into his pants and drew out his dick.

"Oh my God," I thought to myself as the long cylinder of flesh seemed to unfurl from the confines of his pants. I watched mesmerized as he hauled it out and pointed it towards to porcelain receptacle before him. He was gripping it with just his fingers and I could clearly see the thick veiny shaft and immense mushroom head. It looked to be at least 7" long, and it was still totally soft. He gave it a testing stroke to limber it up and I gulped as he let loose, a powerful torrent of piss pounding into the urinal. I found myself spellbound as I simply stared in awe at the huge tube of manhood he held in his hand, the hot golden stream gushing forcefully from the tip like a fire hose.

"Aaahh, that feels good," Max said as I watched him shake off the final few drops. He turned slightly towards me, his fingers still moving back and forth along his huge cock. I heard myself gasp as it started to thicken and extend, the prominent veins in the thick shaft seeming to pulse with the hot blood coursing through them. He stroked his big hand slowly and insistently forward and I noticed a glistening drop of fluid ooze to the surface of the wet red eye.

"C'mon kid, you better hurry up and piss. There's gonna be a big piece of meat waiting for you when you're done." His words broke my trance-like state. I looked down and surprisingly noticed that I hadn't even unzipped yet. I flushed bright red. Max had a sly smile on his face as he stuffed his swelling prick back into his pants and zipped up before turning on his heel.

I shook my head as I wondered what was happening to me. I'd never felt like that around any guy before—geez, I was a virgin even when it came to girls. I didn't know what it was about him that made me feel all tingly and squeamish—all I knew was that I liked being around him and knew I'd do whatever it took to be near him.

When we returned, our drinks were waiting. I watched Max lift his beer and drink heartily, the muscles in his immense forearm rippling smoothly as he tipped the mug up. I took a drink of my milk, and as the cold liquid washed over my tongue, I realized how thirsty I was. I gulped noisily, savoring the silky-smooth flavor of the milk. I drank over half of my glass before putting it down.

"You've got a little running out of the corner of your mouth." Max had that sly smile on his face again as he gestured towards one corner of my mouth. I slipped my tongue out from between my lips, flicking it down to pick up the stray bit of milk that had escaped. "That's the way, that's a good boy, get it all." He paused for a second as I circled my lips with my tongue, cleaning myself like a little kitten. "You like the white stuff, eh kid?"

I'd never heard anybody refer to milk as `the white stuff' before, but I found it interesting that he'd said that—maybe because I was realizing I found everything about this big rugged trucker interesting.

"Yes, I do."

"Yes, I do...what?" he asked sternly. The dark look in his eyes told me I'd done something wrong—it only took a second for me to correct my mistake.

"Yes, I do, sir," I quickly responded.

"That's better," he said, giving me a warm smile that melted my heart. "I'm glad you like the white stuff. Just stick with me, Kid, and I'll make sure you get as much of the white stuff as you can swallow."

I was just about to ask if he did some trucking for a dairy or something when Shirley appeared with our dinners. She plunked the loaded plates down in front of us, the big platters almost overflowing with an abundance of food.

"Bring me another beer, Sweetheart," Max said to the waitress. "And bring another glass of the white stuff for the kid—he loves it." Shirley turned on her heel as we picked up our silverware. "Dig in, Kid, see if you like the taste of that meat on your tongue."

I was hungrier than I thought and the first bite seemed to just purr as it hit my taste buds. "Mmmmm, it tastes really good." This brought a smile to Max's face as we both ate ravenously, hungry from our lengthy time on the road.

"You liked that, eh Kid?" he asked as he pushed his empty plate to the middle of the table. I had left a fair bit, but I'd eaten more than I had anticipated. I wanted to try and please him, but I still came nowhere near to consuming the amount of food he'd inhaled.

"It was very good. Thank you, sir."

"I could tell from looking at that scrawny little body of yours when I saw you standing next to the highway that you looked like someone who needed a good feeding—someone who needed to dive right in to a big piece of meat. Yeah, you looked like someone who needed to be fed until that belly of yours was nice and full of the good stuff."

"Thank you, sir. It was very kind of you to do that for me." For some reason his words seemed to comfort me, as if he knew me better than I knew myself. And the smile he gave me after I thanked him felt like a warm blanket being thrown over me.

"So Kid, your mom and this guy—her boyfriend or whatever—are they gonna come looking for you?"

"No, they won't," I replied, shaking my head from side to side. "She drinks just as much as he does. They've both been hinting that they'd be better off without me there. No...they won't be coming after me, sir."

"Hmm, I'm sorry about that situation." He paused and I could see the wheels going around inside his head. "Listen, I've been thinking for a while now about taking on...oh...let's call it an assistant. How would you feel about doing something like that? Sometimes you'll have to work on things that are going to be pretty hard for you. You'll end up tired and sore quite often at first, but I reckon you'll get used to it pretty quick. I can't pay you much, but at least you won't be out on the street, and I'll make sure you get fed regularly every day, starting with a bellyful first thing in the morning. What do you think?"

"I...I'd love that, sir!" I replied, my heart swelling with gratitude for this big rugged man. When I ran away from home earlier, I never expected to get a chance like this so soon. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate that. I'll do whatever you like and if you give me something hard to work on, I guarantee that I'll try my best to make sure you're pleased."

"While I have you working on me...er...I mean working for me, in the heat of the moment I might call you some names that might not seem too nice, and I want to make sure you're okay with that."

"I understand. What kind of names, sir?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe something like Kid, or Boy. Maybe some names a little rougher than that."

"That's okay." I paused for a second as I felt my face flushing with what I was about to say. "I...I kind of like it when you call me Kid."

I beamed as a big smile spread across his handsome face. "That's good. I'll have some other names for you soon enough—special names, just between me and you." He gave me another sly wink that sent another tingling shiver tripping down my spine.

"So when do I start my duties, sir? Tomorrow?"

Max sat back in the booth, a satisfied grin on his face as he looked at me across the table. "Well, you've had a nice meal, a couple of glasses of the white stuff you like so much, and now you're going to have a roof over your head tonight. I think you can start repaying me for that by starting in on your duties tonight."

I knew my meal and this motel room was costing him a few dollars he hadn't counted on, so I was only too happy to have the opportunity to make it up to him. "I'd love that, sir. Thank you. I'm ready to do whatever you want me to."

"That's great. That's just what I wanted to hear."

Shirley appeared with our bill. She leaned well over the table as she put it down in front of Max, her ample cleavage fully on display. "Max," she said as she gave him a flirty glance, her wide hips shifting provocatively from side to side, "just in case you get a little bored later, I've got the breakfast shift tomorrow, so I'm staying in room #3. Feel free to drop by any time."

Max looked over at me and gave me little wink, one that I knew Shirley couldn't see. "Well, that's real sweet of you, Shirley. I appreciate the offer, but I think I'm going to be just fine tonight. I've got a big job I want my little buddy here to start working on for me. I just hope what I give him to work on isn't more than he can swallow."

Shirley looked at me, a dark flinty glare in her eyes before turning back to Max and leaning right over the table, her big tits almost spilling out of the top of her uniform. "Well, like I said, if he has any trouble, I'm sure I can help you out with that. I think I did a pretty good job last time—I'd like to try again."

"Thanks, Shirley, I'll keep that in mind," Max replied before dismissing her with a wave of his hand. As she turned away, he reached into his pocket and threw some bills onto the table. "C'mon Kid, let's go check out our room."

I followed him back to the truck, my frail little form scurrying next to his massive striding frame as I endeavored to keep up. He reached behind his seat and retrieved a duffle bag while I climbed up to the passenger door and grabbed my knapsack.

"There now, we should have everything we need for the night." He locked up the rig and we headed for our motel room. Max flicked on the light switch which turned on one of the lamps on a bedside table. It was a standard motel room, dingy wallpaper and outdated carpeting. There was a crappy old desk with a TV sitting on top. I could see a door leading into the bathroom, and that was about it—except for the bed of course. I'd never seen a king-size bed in my life and I couldn't believe how big it was. It had a wooden headboard attached to the frame that made it look inviting. Max turned on the light on the other side of the bed, framing it in a warm amber glow.

"You can take your shoes off, Kid. We're in for the night."

"Oh," I said in surprise. "I thought there was something you wanted me to do with the truck, or with your cargo?"

"No. Your duties are going to be right here with me. Now take off your shoes." I did as he asked, hearing the commanding tone in his voice. "That's good. Now I said you'd be like my assistant, I guess a more accurate term for what I'm looking would be `personal attendant'."

"I...I'm not sure I understand, sir?"

"Trucking's a pretty stressful job. So while I take care of the business, you'd kind of be taking care of me. You'd be helping so I can do my job properly, with no tension or stress. Sometimes when you're driving the tension just builds up until it feels like you're carrying a heavy load. I'm gonna need you to help me get rid of that load. Do you think you can do that?"

I had no idea at this point what he would want me to do, but I understood what he was saying. I imagined how nerve-wracking and stressful it would be driving on those crazy freeways every day. "Yes sir. I'll try to help as much as I can."

"That's my boy. Now today's been pretty hectic, so I feel like I've got more than one load that I need help with. Do you think you're up for helping me get rid of a number of loads?"

"Yes sir." I wondered what he meant, but I knew I was willing to do anything to help him.

"Good boy. I think it's time to get started. Why don't you take my boots off for me?" Max sat on the side of the bed, him massive 6'-6" form causing the bedsprings to creak in protest. I knelt before him as he stuck out his foot. I undid the laces of his boots one at a time and set them aside, his socks as well. His warm masculine scent filtered into my senses—it wasn't offensive—just the earthy scent of a man who works hard every day. I didn't know why, but I felt my nerves tingling as I breathed in the manly aroma.

"That's good, now my shirt," he said as he tossed his ball cap onto his duffel bag. I went to stand up after taking his shoes off but he reached out and put his big meaty hands on my shoulders. "No, just stay down there to take my shirt off." He spread his big thighs to allow me access to the buttons at the front of his shirt. I inched forward on my knees and reached for the first button in the middle of his chest. My hands were shaking, unsure of what I was doing. I'd never been this close to a man in my life, especially one as gargantuan as Max.

"Just relax, Kid. You're doing fine. Just undo those buttons one at a time." His soft lulling voice and warm smile eased my anxiety. I undid the first button and then the next one. His powerful pecs came into view, a fine trail of black chest hair in the middle leading further down towards his abdomen. I opened another two buttons and his shirt slid open to each side, revealing his nipples. For some reason, I found myself breathing rapidly as I looked at the little buds, the pebbly surface topped by stiff little nipples. I opened two more buttons and then all that remained was what was tucked into his pants.

"Pull it out."

"Wh...what?" I asked, wondering what he meant.

"Pull the rest of my shirt out of my pants."

"Oh," I said under my breath as I pulled the tails of his shirt out of his jeans and undid the final button. I eased it open to each side and slid my hands up to push it off his shoulders. I gasped as the shirt dropped to the bed behind him, his huge barrel-like chest coming into view. His shoulders were huge and muscular, leading into beefy arms that any football player would be proud of. His pecs were spectacularly prominent, powerful plates that drew your attention to his impressive chest. My eyes seemed to follow the enticing trail of black chest hair—a small clump in the middle of his chest led to a narrowing little trail that disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans. I gazed from his chest downwards, taking in the rippling muscles of his six-pack. As I looked at his powerful masculine body, my mouth felt dry, and I found myself licking my lips.

"That's good, Kid," Max said as he tossed his shirt on top of his duffel bag and then leaned back, supporting his body with his arms straight behind him. "Now that my shirts out of the way, I think it's time for you to give me a bath."

My eyes flicked to the bathroom. I hadn't been in there yet, but I figured there was a standard tub and shower in there. I definitely knew how to run a bath. I started to get up.

"Un-uh," he said as his powerful hands pushed me back to my knees.

"I...I thought you wanted a bath, sir?" I asked, totally confused.

"I do," he said as he leaned back once more and looked at me sternly. "But you're going to do it with your tongue."

From my position on my knees between his big spread thighs, I looked up at the huge man towering over me. The look in his eyes told me he wasn't fooling around, that he was expecting me to do as he asked. I had butterflies in my stomach as I thought about what he was asking, but deep down, I knew I couldn't resist anything he asked—I was willing to please him in any way I could. He could see my resistance fading as my eyes dropped to his magnificent chest, my tongue running out to wet my lips once more.

"That's my boy," he said in that soft lulling voice of his. He reached forward and slipped his big hand around my head. "Why don't you start right here?" He drew my head to his broad chest, my lips touching the warm skin in the middle of his pec. Once he had me where he wanted, he put his hand back on the bed behind him and left me to my duties. His skin felt wickedly sinful under my lips, and I felt myself get all tingly again as I kissed his chest. I slipped my tongue out and ran it over the smooth skin, then drew it back into my mouth and swallowed. I could smell and taste him, the manly flavor of him settling on my taste buds. I thought I would have been repulsed, but instead, I found myself wanting more. I feathered my tongue out against his chest once more, and then started to lick in longer broad strokes.

"That's it. I knew you'd like that, Kid. Yeah, I needed a nice warm bath like this. It's the perfect thing to take away the tensions of the day. Just keep doing that and eventually, I'll be giving you that nice big load we talked about."

I made my way across his chest until my lips and tongue encountered his pert little nipple. I ran my tongue over it slowly and then closed my lips around the protruding bud and sucked.

"Yeah, that's it," he said softly. "Suck that tit." I did as he asked, feeling the pebbly nipple stiffen and come alive in my mouth. It felt tremendously excitingly and I found my eyes closing in pleasure as I sucked. I finally released his nipple and licked my way across his chest, being sure my tongue swept over every square inch.

"I could tell you had a pretty little mouth on you," Max said as my lips closed over his other nipple and I gave it the same loving treatment as the first one. When that one was nice and stiff, I licked my way further up his chest to his broad shoulders. I dragged my tongue over his pronounced muscles, my heart fluttering with excitement as I licked from one side to the other. I was overwhelmed by the new emotions flooding through me as I used my tongue to bathe this big giant of a man. I'd never felt like this before in my life. I could feel the blood pounding in my veins and my cock stiffening in my jeans as I drew my tongue across his smooth salty skin.

"I need that mouth of yours right here," he said as he raised one arm and pulled my face into his armpit. The masculine scent filtered into my nostrils sensually and I felt my dick twitch as it continued to harden. I eagerly dove into the warm moistness of his armpit. My tongue feathered out from between my lips and into the silky damp hair. With his big mitt gripping my head, he pulled my lips even deeper, my tongue rolling languidly across the tender skin under his arm.

"Mmmmmm," I heard myself purr as I savored the masculine taste of his sweat. He let go and I pressed my lips as deep as they could go, my tongue swirling in slow teasing circles in the hot damp pit. I loved the taste of him—the pure manly taste that I'd never experienced before. I spent about 5 minutes licking and sucking at his armpit before he gripped my head and pulled me over from one armpit to the other.

"That's the way, Kid, get right in there," he said as I enthusiastically gave its partner the same treatment. I licked and sucked at the hot moistness until all that was left was the remnants of my glistening saliva. Satisfied with my work, he pulled my head to the underside of his abs.

"Keep going, you're not done yet." He sat back once more as I slid my tongue sensually over the defined muscles of his V-shaped torso. I could feel his chiseled abs rippling under his skin as I licked down over his gorgeous body. I licked from one side to the other, my lips following the scintillating contours of his six-pack as I used my tongue to bathe him. I kept getting lower until the tip of my tongue feathered deftly across his lower abdomen and I stopped to probe deep into his navel.

"That's great, but let's cut this bath short for a little while," Max said as he pushed me back from his body. My face was flushed and I knew he could see the lustful desire in my eyes as I looked up at him, wanting to continue what he'd asked me to do. "Don't worry, Kid, I'll let you finish the job soon enough." He had a wickedly sinful grin on his face when he said that. "Take your clothes off, it's time to get you started on a little cocksucking."

"But I...I never—"

"No buts. You may have never sucked a cock before, but you're definitely going to now. We both know you like what you're doing. That hardon is a dead giveaway." He nodded to my midsection and I looked down to see the pronounced bulge in my jeans. "Now get those clothes off." He never raised his voice but I knew from his tone not to defy him. I jumped to my feet and pulled off my t-shirt and jeans. "Underwear too." With my face turning crimson, I reluctantly pulled down my underwear and stepped out of them, my embarrassingly hard cock sticking rigidly up.

"Not a bad pecker for a little guy. Now, get back on your knees and take my pants off for me." He stood next to the bed as I obediently dropped to my knees. His huge frame towered over me as I reached up and undid the button of his jeans. With my heart racing, I slid down the zipper and reached for the waistband. I started to pull downwards, my eyes drawn to the opening of his pants. The tantalizing trail of hair leading from his chest to his abdomen ended in a patch of trimmed pubic hair. It was cut nice and close. He wasn't wearing any underwear and I could see the thick base of his member. As I lowered his pants even more, I gulped as the broad root came into view, the rest of his prick still covered by his left pant leg. I could feel the pressure of his immense dick straining against the denim fabric as it fought to be released from its confinement. I pulled down forcefully and the material caught for just a second on the broad flared helmet before I jerked downwards and his jeans puddled around his ankles. His enormous cock burst forth, the enflamed crimson crown brushing against my cheek as it sprung up and slapped noisily against his stomach.

"Oh my God," I said under my breath as I looked at the magnificent cylinder of flesh rising up from between his legs. It pointed upwards at about a 45-degree angle, the long thick shaft and engorged mushroom head bobbing menacingly with each powerful beat of his heart. I had never seen anything so huge—or beautiful—in my entire life. It was ramrod straight, with a series of prominent bluish veins tracing all around the turgid shaft like a roadmap of China. The engorged helmet was enormous and angry looking, with a thick rope-like corona separating the pulsing tip from the blood-feeding shaft. My eyes zeroed in on the gleaming red eye at the very tip as a drop of pre-cum pulsed to the surface and started to distend downwards, the dewy drop dangling enticingly as it swayed seductively back and forth.

"Lick that up before it drops," Max said as he nodded towards the shiny drop of fluid. I moved closer on my knees and lifted my face up towards his monstrous prick. He took his throbbing prick in hand and pushed it down until it was pointed right towards my mouth. I watched the mesmerizing drop of pre-cum increase in size as more oozed forth, the shiny strand distending even lower. I could see that in another second or two, the thinning web would snap and the warm fluid would fall to the floor. Not wanting to disappoint Max, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue beneath the dangling strand until I felt it settle right in the middle of my tongue.

"That's a good boy," Max said as I watched him milk his fingers slowly forward, more pre-cum oozing forth to pool on my tongue. It grew in size until he flicked his prick-head downwards, snapping the stringy web so it fell right into my mouth. "Swallow," he instructed.

I closed my lips and drew the warm puddle of fluid deep into my mouth and swallowed. "Mmmmm," I heard myself moan in pleasure as his silky juice slid down my throat. I didn't think my cock could have gotten any harder but I felt it stiffen even more as I swirled my tongue around the insides of my mouth searching for every savory drop.

"You like that, eh Kid?" he asked as he sat back down on the edge of the bed and spread his tree-trunk-like thighs far apart.

"Yes sir."

"That's good, because you're going to be getting a steady dose of that from now on." He had his big hand wrapped around his cock and kept it pointed right at me. "Okay, put your mouth on in and start sucking—I'll feed you some of that juice straight from the source."

"Sir, can I...can I just ask, how big is it?"

"It's 11" long and 7½" around."

I shivered as I looked at his mouthwatering stallion-like member, knowing I was in the presence of the most magnificent cock imaginable.

"I guess you like it big, eh Kid. You can jerk off while you're sucking it if you want, but if you cum, just make sure you catch it in your hand."

"Yes sir."

"C'mon Boy, get your mouth on it," he accompanied his command by stroking his hand forwards, another drop of shimmering fluid oozing to the surface. Kneeling between his big spread thighs, I quickly leaned forwards and pressed my lips to the spongy tissues of his glans, my tongue slipping out to lick at the juices seeping from the wet red eye. His cock was incredibly hot, the pebbly tissues almost searing my lips. I let my lips start to spread open as I leaned further forwards, my lips following the flaring contours of the broad crimson crown. As my lips stretched and stretched over the spongy surface of his glans, I couldn't believe how excited I was becoming. My body was tingling all over as I spread my lips open further and further. Just as I felt they were about to tear at the corners of my mouth, they slipped over the thick corona and his massive knob filled my mouth, my lips clamping down beyond the rope-like ridge. As I felt the heat of the enormous crown filling my mouth, I felt the delicious contractions start in my midsection as I started to cum—without even touching my cock! "Mmmmhhnn...mmmmhhnnnnn," I groaned into his enflamed glans as I took my pulsing dick in one hand and pointed it towards the palm of my other hand. The semen sped up the shaft of my throbbing pecker and spurted forth, my cupping hand catching my warm cum as instructed. I swirled my tongue all around the massive invader filling my mouth and it fired my torched libido even more. The wickedly nasty sensations caused by what I was doing had my dick shooting wad after wad into my cupping hand. I kept sucking as the final tingling sensations coursed through me, my hand covered with my milky semen.

"Well well," Max said as he looked down at me, a big smile on his face. "I guess you really like that. You came as soon as you had the head in your mouth. Let's see what you've got in your hand there."

I held up my hand, a massive puddle of cum cupped in the palm of my hand while milky ribbons hung off my fingers.

"That's quite a load you've got there. I want you to spread that all over the head of my cock and then lick it off."

I paused for a second, but the stern look on his face convinced me to do as he said. I slipped my mouth off his turgid prick and brought my cum-covered hand to the throbbing cock-head, lathering the lemon-sized crown with my semen. I could feel the intense heat of the enflamed tip warming my hand as I rubbed my silvery goo all over the sensitive glans, the milky discharge clinging erotically to the spongy skin.

"Lick your fingers." With most of my cum clinging to the tip of his throbbing pecker, I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them clean as he watched, a smile of satisfaction on his face. I'd never tasted my own cum before, but knowing this is what Max wanted me to do, I found the taste of it illicitly exciting. "That's good. Now get that knob back in your mouth like you just had it and let me feel your tongue lap up all that cum. I'm pretty close with this first load and I'm just gonna jack it off right into your mouth while you suck on the head."

I shivered with excitement as I listened to him, feeling my prick twitch again already as the boiling blood rushed through my veins back to where it was needed. I leaned forward, my eyes focusing on the pulsing head of his cock, the whole surface glistening with my silvery cum. I spread my lips wide open and moved closer as he fed it right into my welcoming mouth. The massive knob bumped against my lips and I stretched them as far open as I could until I felt them slip back over the thick rope-like corona, trapping the cum-covered helmet within my mouth. I held still where I was, my lips stretched wide open, the enormous mushroom head filling my mouth. Remembering what he'd asked, I pressed my tongue against the inverted V on the underside of the knob and started to roll my tongue all around the cummy surface.

"That's my boy," Max said as I watched him start to slide his hand forwards. "Just keep your mouth right there and work on that cockhead." His circling fingers got closer and I felt them bump gently against my lips before he started his backstroke. I swirled my tongue over the pebbly tissues on top of his glans, drawing my pearly cum back into my mouth. I swallowed my own seed and as the warm nectar slid down my throat, I felt my cock pulse with need again. I'd never had a second hard-on this fast in my life, but as I continued to suck and lick at the enormous crown of Max's rock-hard erection, I couldn't help but reach down and start stroking my own pecker.

"Oh fuck, yeah," Max said as his big mitt started to work more vigorously, his hand bumping rhythmically against my straining lips."Gonna give you a nice big mouthful, Kid. Yeah, a big load of medicine—just like the doctor ordered."

As he pumped, I could feel his warm silky pre-cum oozing onto my welcoming tongue from the gaping red eye at the very tip. I sucked on the massive spongy knob, trying to draw more of the intoxicating fluid into my mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's a good little cocksucker. Keep sucking...just like that...oh fuck, that's good. It's not gonna be much longer and I'll fill that belly of yours. I want you to swallow it all—get every single drop."

I sucked ravenously, as if I hadn't had anything to eat in days. I was almost delirious with excitement as I sucked, feeling totally under the control of this big man and his stallion-like cock.

"OH FUCK...HERE IT COMES," Max bellowed as his hand pumped vigorously back and forth. I felt a throbbing pulsation as the enormous knob inside my mouth seemed to swell to an even greater size just before he came. A powerful jet of cum blasted forth, almost knocking me backwards. I sucked inwards, my cheeks adhering tightly to his massive cockhead as he flooded my mouth. My mouth quickly filled and I swallowed, his thick milky cum sliding luxuriously down my throat. Another wave of his potent semen spewed forth as torrents of his manly juice splashed over my tonsils. I swallowed again but couldn't keep up with his tremendous load, the overflow leaking out from the corners of my mouth.

"OH YEAH...KEEP THAT MOUTH WORKING, YOU LITTLE COCKSUCKER," Max said with a loud groan as he continued to absolutely flood my mouth. I sucked harder, my cheeks working in and out like a bellows as he just seemed to keep cumming and cumming. I felt my own cock twitch as the delicious contractions started again in my own midsection. As I swallowed another mouthful of his manly cock-sap, my surging prick twitched in my hand and started to shoot. Heeding his words, I quickly brought my other hand in front of my spitting dick and caught my spurting load.

"Oh my God, how much cum does this guy have?" I thought to myself as Max kept pumping away at his pulsing erection, his creamy semen sluicing out onto my waiting tongue. I couldn't believe the amount of cum he was feeding me. He'd been shooting before my own orgasm hit, and he was still cumming, even after I'd finished. It seemed like he came for about a full minute, and I enthusiastically continued to suck and swallow the whole time, relishing in the comforting feeling as his potent man-juice found a nice warm home in the pit of my stomach. Finally, his spitting cock slowed, the last of his syrupy jizz oozing onto my tongue.

"Oh fuck, that was good," Max said as he released his hand from around his throbbing dick. He reached forward and I felt his big index finger drag across my chin. "Looks like I caused that mouth of yours to overflow a little. Here, make sure you don't waste any of this." He held his hand up in front of my face, his long thick finger covered in the whitest cum I had ever seen. Most guys have silvery cloudy cum, but Max's semen was brilliant white, letting me know his manly juice was chock full of sperm. I reluctantly slid my mouth off his spongy knob and slipped my lips over his cummy digit.

"Mmmmm," I purred as I Iapped up his thick rich cock-sap, reveling in the masculine flavor as his potent swimmers slid luxuriously down my throat.

"That's a good little cocksucker. You like that cum, don't you, Kid?" Max said as he salaciously sawed his thick finger in and out of my sucking lips.

"Mmhmmm," I hummed my agreement into his finger as I continued to suck, my lips and tongue getting every thick rich drop of his manly cream.

"That's good, because you're going to be getting a lot of it from now on. I'm gonna fill you so full, the stuff will just be running out of you." I shivered as I thought about what he was saying, that he was going to be feeding me a steady dose of his cum. Before today, I'd never even thought about being with a guy, and now, after the first taste of his sperm-laden cock-juice, I knew I was totally addicted and would do anything this man asked of me. "So you came again when I started to shoot off in your mouth," he continued. "I like that. Let me see that hand of yours."

I raised my cum-filled hand and held it out for him to see.

"Well, there's some more for you that'll help fill that belly of yours. Take my nuts in your hand and massage that cum into my bag." I did as he asked as he sat back, his arms straight behind him. I reached forward between his spread legs with my cupped hand. His balls looked massive—like two huge eggs nestled together beneath the wrinkled skin of his sack. I slid my gooey fingers gently beneath the big orbs, letting one of them settle into the pool of spunk in my palm. They were so huge, there was no way for both of them to fit into my little hand. I started to roll the huge nut gently within the palm of my hand, massaging my sticky goo into the sinfully soft skin of his bag. I moved my hand from one heavy ball to the other, gently cradling the second one in my gooey palm.

"Yeah, that's the way—treat those boys real nice and they'll make sure you get mouthful after mouthful of that white stuff that you love so much." When he said `the white stuff' I remembered him talking about that to the waitress in the restaurant, telling her how much I liked it. I guess even then he knew me better than I knew myself.

Max stood up, his enormous body towering over my frail little frame. I looked up, his cock still rock-hard and looming over my face menacingly, pre-cum drizzling from the tip.

"You...you're still hard," I muttered, my eyes never leaving that powerful cylinder of flesh, his engorged lance bobbing menacingly with each forceful beat of his heart.

"Fuckin' right I'm still hard. I'm gonna be hard for most of the night, and your mouth is what's gonna keep it that way. Now get that tongue in there and clean that shit of yours off my nuts."

He grabbed my head in his big mitts and pulled my face right into his crotch. It was incredibly warm and moist as I breathed in his manly scent, his masculine odor pulsing through my senses. I slid my tongue out and feathered it against the silky skin of his sack, licking and sucking carefully. I nuzzled in close, my senses overwhelmed by his nearness. My tongue licked at the sinfully soft skin of his bag as I licked up the remnants of my cum. I loved the feel of his massive nut on my tongue and opened my lips, allowing the heavy orb to drop right into my mouth.

"Mmmmm," I mewed like a kitten as I deftly rolled my tongue all around the egg-sized ball filling my mouth. I moved from one luscious nut to the other, revelling in the knowledge that these two massive nuts were full of the thick rich semen he said he'd be feeding me.

"That's good," Max said as he pushed my sucking mouth away from his crotch and stepped over near the foot of the bed. He pointed to the spot on the bed just in front of him. "Get up there on your hands and knees—I want to work that pretty little mouth of yours for awhile."

I instantly obeyed, scrambling onto the bed and kneeling on all fours right in front of him. I looked up at Max plaintively, hoping he would feed me again. I didn't know what had come over me since I'd met this man, but I wanted nothing more than to swallow load after load of his thick rich cum. Once I'd felt that first wad of his warm creamy man-juice slide down my throat, I was hooked. I shivered with a perverted hunger as I looked up at him, anxiously waiting for him to give me his cock. I couldn't believe his size. He seemed to fill the whole room as he looked down at me, a lecherous grin on his handsome rugged face.

"That's a good boy," he said, stepping closer. He reached forward and took my head in one of his big hands while his other was wrapped around his thrusting erection.

WHAP! He slapped his prick against my cheek, the hot tip almost scorching my skin. He drew it from one side of my face to the other, the drooling tip leaving a trail of his salty jizz on my skin.

WHAP! He flicked his long hard cock against the other side of my face, the hot crown feeling like a branding iron on my cheek. He held my head in place as he moved the engorged cap all over my face, the slimy residue of his oozing discharge covering me everywhere, his cock-sap feeling warm and silky on my skin.

"That looks good on you, Kid. That's just a little sample for you—I'll be giving you a full white-wash soon enough." He stepped back slightly as he released his hot hard prick. He put his feet out slightly to each side, settling himself into position, his erect pecker pointing upwards like a fleshy scimitar, about to carve its way deep into my mouth. He took my head in both of his big hands and started to pull me towards him. "Open wide, cocksucker."

I opened my mouth as wide as I could, just as he fed the engorged head of his dripping cock right between my parted lips. The hot mushroom cap split my lips as he pulled me forwards until they locked down just beyond the thick purple ridge of his corona. He adjusted his stance again, making sure he was firmly footed.

"Time to work that faggot mouth of yours, get you used to taking more of this cock." He accompanied his words by rolling his wide hips in a slow teasing circle, rubbing his massive knob all around the insides of my mouth. The spongy glans felt exquisite as it filled my mouth, the hot surface pressing tantalizingly against the wet tissues of my cheeks. He drew back, all but the very tip slipping out from between my stretched lips. My lips clung wantonly to the retreating knob, never wanting to let it go. I felt a pulsation go through the powerful shaft, followed by a warm bolus of pre-cum oozing forth onto my tongue.

"Mmmmmm," I purred as the silky goo slid warmly down my throat.

"You like that, eh cocksucker? You like me feeding you like this?"

"Mhmm," I mouthed an agreement into his rock-hard prick.

"That's good, because you're going to be getting fed five or six times a day from now on, maybe more." I shivered with excitement as I listened to him, my tongue slipping deftly into the leaking red eye and sucking out more of his slimy juice. I flicked my eyes up to his and saw him smiling—he could clearly see how eager I was to service him as I sucked lewdly at the oozing tip.

"Yeah, you're gonna be my little cum-bucket from now on. Whenever I say, I expect you to slip those lips of yours around my cock and start sucking—and I don't expect you to stop until I say so. You got that, cocksucker?"

"Mhmm."

"Good. I like obedient little cum-boys like you. Now, it's time to start working that pretty mouth of yours." He gripped my head tightly as he started to rock his hips, my head almost disappearing within his huge hands. His monstrous rod was sawing back and forth between my stretched lips, a deliciously warm friction building between my young lips and the smooth outer sheath of his rigid erection.

"Oh fuck, that's good," Max said as he fucked my mouth. My saliva glands were working like crazy, spit dripping from the corners of my mouth onto the sheets as he flexed his powerful hips back and forth. He held my head tight as he rocked back and forth, driving his rock-hard prick deeper into my vacuuming mouth. My cheeks were working in and out like a bellows as I sucked feverishly at his huge pecker, my cheeks adhered to his driving manhood like a buttery hot glove.

"Just a little more...just a little...OH FUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK..." Max bellowed as he started to flood my mouth. I felt the head of his prick swell just before a huge thick gob of baby batter spat powerfully into the deepest recesses of my mouth. I sucked harder as he kept cumming, torrents of hot white spunk filling my mouth. I felt it backing up around his throbbing knob, silvery rivulets leaking out from the corners of my overflowing mouth. I swallowed, the silky cock-sap sliding warmly down my throat. He kept cumming, wad after wad of his thick rich semen gushing into my ravenously sucking mouth. Again, he came for a long time, his pulsing erection spitting out an incredible amount of his potent seed. I swallowed again and again, purring contentedly as I fed from his spewing erection.

"That's it, get it all, Cum-Boy," he said as I continued to slavishly suck while his orgasm slowly subsided. His hands finally released their grip on my head as he placed his fists on his hips and watched me nurse at his slowly deflating prick. "That's a good boy...just keep sucking...get every last drop." I continued to suck and was rewarded as the last dregs of his silky discharge flowed onto my tongue.

"You'll get some more pretty soon," he said as he stepped back and withdrew his dick from my sucking mouth with an audible POP! He pointed down to the sheets in front of him. I looked down, spotting a number of drops of his brilliant white cum glistening on the sheets, the drippings that had oozed from my overflowing mouth. "You better clean that up—I've got to sleep in that bed, you know." I lowered my mouth to the sheets and started to lap up his pearly nectar, noisily sucking up the warm creamy gobs. "That's good—I want you to get used to licking up every drop of my cum. Unless I say otherwise, I expect all of it to end up in your belly—one way or another. You got that, cocksucker?"

I shivered as I listened to his words, wondering if that meant what I thought it meant. "Y...yes sir. Does that mean that you're going to..." My voice trailed off, I was too afraid to even say the words.

"Am I going to fuck you? Is that what you're wondering?" he said as he took his spent prick in his hand and drew the wet tip all around my mouth, pushing the white tendrils of his cum at the corners of my mouth onto my tongue. "What would you think if I did?"

"It...it's so big," I said fearfully, a shiver of trepidation rippling down my spine.

"Well, I'll tell you what's going to happen, Kid," he said in that soft lulling voice of his. As he talked, he moved his big pecker all around my face, the warm spongy knob sliding teasingly over my smooth skin. "I am gonna fuck you. And when I do, you're going to be taking all 11". I'll fuck you all night long, just pumping you full of one load after another. I'll fuck you in any position I want, but what I'm really looking forward to is having your legs over my shoulders while I just pound you deeper and deeper into the bed. I'll want to see the look you'll have on your face as I make you cum by stroking that sweet little spot deep inside you, over and over." I shivered as he spoke hypnotically, his provocative words causing my prick to swell once more. "But you're right—it is big. And if I did it right now, I'd tear you wide open. So we're just gonna wait on that until we get home, and then we can take our time and get you nice and ready for it."

"Home?" I asked, looking up at him questioningly.

"Yeah, if you're going to be my personal assistant and help take those stressful loads out of me, you'll need to be where I am—and when I'm not on the road, that means at home." He paused for a second. "You said your mother and that guy aren't going to be coming after you, right?"

"Yes sir, they won't."

"Then you've got a decision to make right now—you either come home with me and let me do whatever I want with you, or you get dressed and go out that door right now." He ran his hand up his semi-hard cock and rubbed the tip of his finger across the damp red eye. He took his glistening fingertip and rubbed it slowly along my full bottom lip. "What's it gonna be, Kid?"

My tongue subconsciously slid forward and licked at his wet finger, the taste of his silky secretions stimulating my taste buds. I was flooded with desire as I thought about what my life would be like with this man—it wasn't hard for me to come to a decision. "I want to stay with you."

"Now, c'mon cocksucker, you can ask nicer than that?"

"Please sir, could I stay and go home with you, sir?"

"And you'll do whatever I want?" he asked as he sawed his long thick finger in and out of my lips.

"Yes sir, I'll do whatever you want, sir."

"That's better," he said as he pulled his finger from my mouth and stepped back. He crawled onto the bed as I moved out of the way. He pushed some pillows into a stack against the headboard and then lay back against them. "Now, let's continue with that bath you were giving me earlier. Where were we...oh yeah, right about here." He drew his powerful legs up and let them roll open to each side, his finger pointing to his spent manhood lying across his abdomen. I crawled forward on my hands and knees, my eyes mesmerized by his heavy long cock.

"Nope, you can't have that just yet," he said as I reached toward the sleeping serpent lying in wait on his midsection. He pointed to his toned abdominal muscles. "Start where you left off, and just keep working your way lower until I tell you to stop. I'll let you know when I want your mouth back on my cock." He crossed his arms behind his head and sat back, a satisfied grin on his face.

I crawled closer and started licking the taut skin of his abdomen, my tongue sliding across the smooth warm skin. I loved the taste of him—the salty sweat seemed to tease my taste buds as I ran my lips and tongue all over his midsection. I slid my tongue into the warm crease where his leg met his torso, the heat comforting as my cheek pressed against his thigh. I licked in long loving strokes along the warm crease, then moved to the other leg and did the same.

"That's real good, Kid. Now just keep going." He reached down and lifted his bag out of the way, his big hands almost filled by his egg-sized nuts. I slid my tongue lower, following the line of the crease down.

"That's the way, let that tongue slide right into my crack—time for you to eat some ass." He accompanied his words by bringing his knees up even higher and rolling his hips up, presenting his bum to me like a Christmas dinner. I breathed deeply, his masculine aroma settling provocatively on my senses. His scent was intoxicating—not bad at all, just the warm steamy scent of a big rugged man. Overcome with desire to please him, I lowered my body fully down to the sheets between his spread thighs and pressed my face against his crack. I wriggled my face from side to side as I moved deeper between his big round cheeks, then feathered my tongue forward.

"Oh yeah, that's the way, Kid. Work that hole," Max said as the tip of my tongue circled his tight puckered ring. His ass was incredibly hot and steamy—like a sauna. I probed with the tip of my tongue all around the sensitive skin of his anus, and then drew the warm sweaty flavor back into my mouth.

"Mmmmm," I purred as I swallowed, loving the taste of him. I dove right back in, pressing my face flush against his warm bum-cheeks as I eagerly shot my tongue forward. I rolled the flat of it all around the tight opening, licking and mewing like a kitten as I devoured his ass.

"That's it, get that hole nice and clean for me," he said as he rolled his wide hips salaciously against my working mouth. I eagerly continued to lick and suck, my lips and tongue pleasuring his backside as he lay back, a big smile on his face.

"Time to get that tongue in nice and deep," he said a few minutes later as he raised his knees even higher, opening himself right up for me. He reached forward with one hand and pulled my face hard against him, my lips pressed tightly to his beckoning starfish. I put the tip of my tongue right in the middle of the tight little opening and pushed. The wrinkled tissues relaxed and I felt them start to yield as my tongue began to slip inside. Feeling the resistance start to diminish, I probed harder, sending my tongue deep inside him.

"Oh fuck yeah, that's it. Just keep working that tongue nice and deep. I love a nice deep bath like this." Hearing me mew and purr in delight as I serviced his ass, he pulled his hand off my head and started slowly jerking his monstrous cock. He kept me down there eating his ass for fifteen minutes or so, and I loved every steamy minute of it. I'd work my tongue nice and deep, swirling it over the hot slick tissues way up inside him before withdrawing my tongue and licking all around the tender puckered opening. He'd wriggle his ass and I quickly learned that was the signal to get my tongue back inside him. Then he'd moan as I snaked it way back up inside, rolling my tongue all around the steaming membranes lining his chute. I flicked my eyes up and could see that his beefy member was once again rock-hard, the incredibly huge cylinder of flesh protruding temptingly from his circling fist.

"C'mon up here, Kid, time to feed you again." I reluctantly pulled my mouth away from his big round bum, my face flushed and sweaty from my exertions. He stroked his prick one more time and then pointed it at my mouth, the stallion-like proportions of his massive cock causing me to shiver in wanton desire once more. The enormous crimson crown was dripping pre-cum already, the slippery goo hanging off the oozing tip in a teasing strand.

"Ohhhnnn," I groaned hungrily as I leaned forwards and licked up the dangling strand of juice. My tongue followed the glistening web to the source and I eagerly slipped my lips over the engorged knob, my lips stretching as they spread down over the spongy tissues of his glans. I reached forward and wrapped my hand around the tremendous girth of his throbbing shaft, a noticeable gap between the tips of my fingers and the heel of my palm. Oh my God, was it ever big—not just long and hard, but so big around.

"Mmmmm," I was purring continuously now as I started to bob my head up and down while I shucked my hand up and down on his pulsing shaft.

"That's a good little cocksucker, just keep feeding like that," he said as I slobbered away, a steady stream of his silky pre-cum slithering lusciously onto my waiting tongue. I sucked my cheeks in tightly, creating a hot wet sheath for his bulging knob to rub against as my head moved insistently up and down while my hand jacked his rigid shaft. I tried to go down further, but could only get about half of his thrusting erection into my mouth before I felt a gag reflex at the back of my throat.

"Hmmm, looks like we've got a bit of a problem," Max said, a stern tone in his voice. I flicked my eyes up to his and saw a scowl on his face.

"Wha...what's that, sir?" I asked nervously as I slipped my lips off his enflamed cockhead.

"If you're going to be my personal assistant, you're going to have to learn to take more of my cock into your mouth."

"M...m...more?" I stammered, my eyes looking down at the incredible size of his monstrous prick.

"Yes. And by more, I mean all 11". I expect you to be able to suck all of it, every last inch." I gulped anxiously, having no idea what I was going to do. I felt the tears welling in my eyes, knowing I had disappointed him. "Relax, Kid. I don't expect you to be a pro the first time. I know just the thing to help loosen up that throat of yours."

"You...you do?" I asked excitedly, eager to try anything he wanted me to do to please him.

"Yeah, I think you're gonna do just fine," he said as he slid out of bed and stood at the side, his enormous pecker thrusting up at a 45-degree angle, the fleshy lance glistening with my spit. He reached forward and pulled me to the side of the bed, then drew the hot spongy glans all around my face once more. He teasingly rubbed the hot dripping head all around my face, and it felt so good, I almost swooned with desire. "You do want to please me, don't you, Kid?"

"Y...y...yes," I said, my hungry mouth trying to find his moving cockhead as the oozing tip left a silky snail trail on my young skin.

"That's what I want to hear, `cause I want to take care of you too. I want to keep feeding you that white stuff you love so much, and the deeper you can take this cock of mine, the more I'm gonna be able to feed you."

He reached down and grabbed one of the pillows, placing it at the edge of the bed. "I want you right here, on your back." He reached forward and grabbed my little body, flipping me over as easy as you please, my slight form like a baby in his powerful hands. I was lying across the bed, the back of my head on the pillow he'd just placed at the edge. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled backwards, my whole body following as he placed my head right at the very edge of the bed. "That's it...now just let your head hang back."

I did as he asked, letting my head hang over the edge of the bed, the pillow settling right into the back of my neck. I looked up and saw his enormous body looming over me, his thrusting erection throbbing just inches over my upturned face. I swear I could see the hot blood within him pulsing along the blue vein running up the long thick shaft of his horse-like cock. I felt myself shiver with longing as I looked up at his gorgeous prick, bobbing menacingly over my waiting mouth. I licked my lips in anticipation.

"You're hungry for it, aren't you, Kid?" Max asked, seeing my tongue run out and circle around my waiting lips.

"Yes sir." I eagerly responded.

"Good, now let's get started." He spread his legs wider apart, ensuring that he had good footing for what was to come. It also lowered his midsection slightly, bringing his long thick pecker closer to the level of my mouth. He wrapped his hand around his dick and pointed it down towards me. "Open wide, cocksucker—time for me to feed you nice and deep."

I hung my head well over the side, feeling my neck stretch as my throat came into line with my mouth, then opened my lips as far as they could go. Max moved slightly closer, settling himself firmly into position, and then fed the hot spongy tip of his prick right into my waiting mouth.

"Mmmmm," I moaned wantonly against his enflamed cock-head as the bulging knob slipped right in and filled my mouth. As the thick rope-like corona slid past, I clamped my lips tight against the smooth shaft and started to suck.

"Oh yeah, this is gonna be so good," Max cooed as my slobbering tongue lathered his lemon-sized knob with spit. With his throbbing erection now locked within my mouth, he unfurled his hand from around the shaft and gripped both sides of my head in his beefy hands. He held me tight as he rocked back and forth slightly, feeding the first few inches deeper into my mouth, letting me get used to the impressive size of the massive invader. My cheeks were puffing in and out like a bellows as I sucked slavishly, wanting to bring him as much pleasure as possible. I could feel my own prick hardening once more as I sucked and licked at his huge cock.

"You like that, eh Kid? You like having your face fucked?"

"Mhmmm," I purred in agreement, the warm vibrations of my voice humming right through both of us.

"That's good. It's time to fuck it a little deeper. Take a deep breath, Kid, and then try and relax that gag reflex. I want to get right in there. I'll count to three, and on three I'm gonna push. Got it?"

"Mhmm," I agreed again.

"One..." I concentrated on trying to relax my throat for what I knew was going to happen.

"Two..." I took a deep breath, filling my lungs.

"Three..." Max slowly flexed forward, his big hands holding me in place as his cock started to slide deeper into my mouth.

"Uggghhhhh," I gagged, my throat closing down as the broad flared tip pressed against the tender tissues as the back of my mouth. He instantly drew back, pulling his engorged knob right out of my mouth, dangling strands of saliva connecting the bulbous crown with my open lips. I coughed and breathed deep, trying to calm myself, but still worried he was upset with me.

"That's okay, Kid. Not bad for your first time. I expected it actually. But let's try again—only this time, concentrate harder on relaxing that gag reflex. You don't want to disappoint me, do you, Kid?"

"N...no sir. Please let me try again. I promise I'll do better."

"That's what I like to hear from my good little cocksucker. I know you can do it." I looked up at him looming over me. He gave a little wink and then pushed his rearing cock down towards my face once more. "Get those lips open again, I want to see every inch of my cock slide between those pretty lips of yours."

I opened wide and he quickly fed the knob back inside, then gripped my head tightly with his big mitts. He rolled his hips slowly, rubbing his enormous prick teasingly all around the inside of my sucking mouth. I loved it. I closed my eyes and let my emotions take control. My tongue followed his lead, bathing his prick-head with hot spit as he slowly moved the first few inches in and out and all around my working mouth.

"That's better, worship that cock," he said in a soft lulling voice. "Suck it like you never want to let it go. Let me feel those lips and tongue try to pull it deeper, suck that cock all the way in, all the way down your throat so you can make love to as much of it as you can."

"Mmmmmm," I purred blissfully as I sucked, my cock stiffening up as he rolled his hips, his hot spongy knob pressing warmly against the tissues at the back of my mouth.

"That's the way, Kid. You're going to get it all...just like you want." He continued talking softly, his hypnotic tone relaxing me. "I'm gonna feed it right down that sweet throat of yours...feed you every last inch...one...two...three..."

As he counted, I seemed to instinctively breathe deep, and then felt my throat relax, just as he started to flex his hips forward. I could feel the opening to my throat get fuller and fuller as the flared knob pressed against it, and then it yielded, the head almost popping inside.

"Oh fuck yeah..." I heard Max moan blissfully as he kept moving his hips forward. I felt a tremendous full feeling in my throat as his long thick cock went deeper and deeper. It felt incredibly warm as it filled my throat, the erotic sensation of knowing I was taking his cock deeper and deeper into me flowed right to my prick. I felt it pulse with a sinful rush as I thought about the perverted act I was performing.

"That's perfect, Kid...just...just a little more," Max said. I felt his hands continue to hold my head tightly in place as he flexed further forwards. I felt something warm and close and then a second or two later I felt his shaved groin press flush up against my face, my lips nestled right up against the root of his cock.

"Oh fuck, you've got it all, Kid," Max said as he held his cock there for a few more seconds before slowly withdrawing. He pulled his pecker all the way out, and I gasped for air as soon as it cleared my airwaves.

"I...I did it!"

"You sure as fuck did, Kid. I'm proud of you." He reached down and his big fingers gently stroked along the outside of my throat. I was surprised at the tenderness of his gesture and felt my heart swell with emotion towards this big rugged man. "You got every hard inch. Are you ready for it again?" He pressed down on the top of his throbbing dick and rubbed the gooey head all over my face. Oh man, I loved that.

"Y...yes please," I gushed in my excitement to swallow his enormous prick once more. I eagerly opened my mouth wide as he moved back into position over me.

"Okay, let's just fit this right back in there." He stuck his cock back into my mouth and once I'd latched on, he took his big hands and grabbed my head firmly. "I'm gonna go nice and slow for a while so you learn how to breathe. Alright, here we go." He flexed back with his hips and I knew that was when I had to take a deep breath. I filled my lungs just before he reversed direction and started feeding his cock into me. The spongy knob bumped against those soft tissues at the opening to my throat, and then slipped right back inside.

"Mmmmmm," I groaned warmly into his driving member as he slid it in deep, impaling my face with his long hard prick as he buried it to the hilt. I felt his huge nuts fill my eye sockets as he pressed his groin against my face, and then he started to withdraw. He pulled back just enough for me to take another breath, and then thrust forward again. We got into a nice smooth rhythm, Max long-dicking my throat with slow insistent strokes, feeding me all 11" with each forward thrust.

"Swallow," he said as he buried his beefy schlong balls-deep and held it there. I did as he asked, and it felt incredible to feel the muscles in my throat contract around the long hard pole filling it.

"Oh fuck that's good. It feels like a hot gripping massage rippling all the way down my cock." He reached forward and stroked my neck again as he withdrew and then fed it right back into me.

"Swallow," he said again, and I eagerly complied. He started back long-dicking me, his fingers on my throat feeling his enormous prick move in and out.

"That's the way, Kid, work that cock with that throat of yours." I'd swallow occasionally, knowing he liked it. It felt wonderful with my throat being filled so exquisitely, the intense heat of his erection spreading from my throat all the way through my chest, and then right down to my groin. I felt my own pecker throbbing, realizing I had never been so hard in my life.

"Okay, cocksucker, I'm going to fuck that pretty face of yours a little harder. It's going to get a little rough now, but you'll be okay. Just remember, when I'm done, I'm gonna give you a nice big creamy reward."

He adjusted his stance slightly, positioning his massive tree-trunk legs right where he wanted them on either side of my turned-up face. I loved the heat of him as he leaned over me, our bodies connected with his gigantic member impaled in my young face. I shivered with excitement, wanting nothing more than to please this man...this stud.

His hands left my throat and I felt him grip my head tightly as he reared back, then nestled his dripping cock-head right at the opening to my throat. He rolled his hips and I groaned in delight as he teased me, the spongy glans rubbing provocatively all around the deepest recesses of my mouth.

"Ehmm...ehmm," I whimpered, pleading with him to put it in deeper, my tongue rubbing against the underside of the massive knob.

"Alright, Kid, here we go," he said as he flexed back just a fraction and then thrust forward.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," I let out a long moan and my hands pulled at the sheets in a death grip as he powered his rock-hard prick all the way in to the hilt, his groin banging into my face. He paused for just a second before flexing backwards and then driving it into me once more, my throat bulging obscenely as his huge knob stretched and filled it.

"Oh fuck yeah," Max moaned as he held my head tightly and really started to fuck my face. I caved in my cheeks to give him the longest tightest sheath possible for his pistoning cock. Saliva was sputtering out of the corners of my mouth and running down my cheeks as he face-fucked me. I breathed when I could and swallowed continuously, the muscles in my throat rippling along the hard cylinder of flesh impaling me.

"Oh Jesus, that's so fucking good," he groaned as his balls slapped noisily against my face. I tried to suck as best as I could, but at this point, I was nothing more than a hot wet receptacle for his lustful needs—and I never felt happier in my entire life. I had an overwhelming feeling that this is what I was made for—to service a big rugged man this. To be his to do with as he wanted, to be a willing slave for his lust-driven desires, to worship him—anytime...anywhere.

"Oh Christ, Kid, that throat of yours is so fucking hot and tight, it's not gonna be much longer." Max continued to face-fuck me, his hips thrusting vigorously, his groin smashing against my tightly-stretched lips. I swallowed, again and again, my throat gripping tightly along the full length of his rock-hard erection.

"OH FUCK," he groaned loudly. "I'M GONNA CUM."

I was surprised when he pulled back, yanking his throbbing member right out of my mouth. I looked up as he quickly wrapped his hand around the thick shaft and pointed it at my face, webs and strands of saliva still connecting his dripping cock-head with my open mouth. I watched, mesmerized as the gaping red eye filled for just a split-second as a white gob pulsed to the surface, then a long ropey strand shot forth.

"Aaaahh," I gasped as the thick strand of semen plastered itself onto my face. I could feel the long white ribbon on my skin, running from my hairline all the way along my face, over my chin and onto my neck. A second streaking rope shot forth, this one smashing into my cheek and filling one eye-socket. As I felt his hot semen hit my face, it triggered a wickedly sinful need deep within me. While Max kept jacking his shooting pecker onto my face, I felt my own cock pulse as my surging load sped up the twitching shaft.

"Yessssss...," I hissed as I came, my untouched prick twitching and spitting cock-juice all over me as I gyrated on the sheets beneath him. Max kept pumping, flooding my face with a massive load of jizz. I reveled in the erotic sensation of his thick white spunk raining down on me as he moved his spitting cock-head all over my face, leaving no spot untouched. I finished cumming, but Max kept going, his stroking hand moving back and forth relentlessly as he unloaded an absolute deluge of thick white cream onto my face. Through my one good eye I saw another thick rope spurt forth, this one landing on my other cheek and pooling in my other eye socket. Unable to see, I could still feel the sizable gobs of baby batter landing on my upturned face. He climax finally ceased, the last few drops of pearly nectar dripping right into my open mouth. I was moaning softly in pleasure, his load of white silky cock-juice feeling like a soothing balm on my skin.

"Suck out the last little bit," I heard Max say from above me as he dropped his bulbous knob right between my welcoming lips. I slipped my lips over the spongy head and sucked, drawing the last few morsels out of his spent prick, my tongue licking at the seeping red eye. When he had no more to give, Max pulled his cock out of my mouth and stuck it right in my eye socket, then used the broad mushroom head to snowplow some of his cum right into my mouth.

"Mmmmm," I purred as I swallowed the thick rich cream. He moved his slowly dwindling rod to the other eye and did the same thing, feeding me more of his manly nectar. I was able to open my eyes, and when I looked up, I saw him looking down at me with a grin of contentment on his face.

"I guess you like me cumming on your face. You popped as soon as that first rope hit you."

"Yes sir. I...I loved it," I confessed, feeling myself turning red beneath the load of cum on my face.

"That's good. I'll be painting that face of yours a lot from now on." He turned and started towards the washroom. "C'mon Kid, I've got something I want you to do."

I rolled over and got to my feet, feeling a little dizzy after lying with my head hung over the edge for so long. I stepped into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I gasped as I looked at myself, my face completely covered with Max's cock-juice. It looked like I was wearing a white mask. The stuff was everywhere. My whole face was covered, with massive wads dangling off my chin and cheeks, with one milky gob even hanging from one ear. It was in my hair, and running down my neck. Man, his load had been huge, and it was so white. It was so thick and white, his semen must have been absolutely chock full of sperm. I instinctively ran my tongue out around my lips and drew what I could into my mouth, swallowing hungrily as his potent swimmers found a nice warm spot in the pit of my stomach.

"Do you want me to wash this off, sir?" I asked, thinking that was why he had asked me into the bathroom.

"Fuck no," Max replied. "I think we'll just leave that load on there for the rest of the night. I want you to get used to that, `cause like I said, that's going to be happening a lot. It'll kind of be like me leaving my personal brand on you—marking my territory." He gave a little chuckle at that as he stepped over to the toilet. "No, come over here and I'll show you what I want you to do." I stepped next to him, wads of his white semen hanging off my face.

"I've gotta take a piss, and as my personal assistant, when I tell you to, I expect you to hold my cock for me while I do it." I shivered with wicked excitement, becoming instantly aroused at being told to do something so nasty. "So just wrap your fingers around my cock and point it at the toilet." I immediately did as he asked, my slim little fingers circling his thick shaft, now less than half hard. It felt wonderfully warm and heavy in my hand as I lifted it away from his body and pointed it downwards.

"That's it, now give it a couple of loose strokes to limber it up." I stroked my hand forwards, the outer sheath moving freely. I took a couple of leisurely strokes, loving the feel of his beefy dick in my hand.

"Easy there, Kid, you'll get plenty of opportunities to jerk it off," he said with a chuckle as I instinctively kept stroking his majestic member. I stopped, then pointed the broad flared head towards the toilet. I saw his abdominal muscles flex slightly and then felt a pulsing movement along his heavy shaft. I watched, totally enthralled, as the wet eye at the tip of his prick opened up and a powerful stream of piss shot forth.

"Oh my God," I muttered under my breath as I watched the torrential stream of piss arc out and pound noisily into the water below. I held on, feeling the jetting liquid speeding through his pecker as his hot piss continued to shoot forth, as powerful as a fire hose. The robust stream spewed into the water with a thunderously deep gurgling as it pounded into the bowl. I could smell it, the acrid scent of his piss firing my senses sinfully as I breathed deep, the masculine aroma having me licking my lips wantonly. His deluge of piss finally dwindled, and I moved the head up slightly so the final few drops fell right into the bowl.

"I guess you liked that," he said with a smirk as he nodded towards my crotch. I followed his gaze and looked down to see my dick starting to rise once more. I blushed, feeling like a kid who's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Since you liked it, why don't you get down on your knees and clean up those final few drops." He smiled as he saw me lick my lips while I looked down, a big drop of piss still filling the wet red eye. "I think you know how I want you to clean it up." I felt his big hands on my shoulders as he pushed me down. It wasn't necessary as there was nowhere else I'd rather be, but for some reason, it made it all the more exciting for him to make me do it, whether I wanted to or not.

I dropped to my knees and looked up, his heavy member right above my face. I pursed my lips and he set the spongy head carefully between them, being careful not to shake off that big drop of piss. I closed my lips against the sensitive skin of his glans and pressed the tip of my tongue right into the big wet drop.

"Mmmmmm," I mewed as I tasted the salty acrid taste of piss for the first time. I sucked and got a little more, letting the manly flavor settle on my taste buds. I swallowed, and then sucked at the tip, anxiously hoping for more.

"You like the taste of that, Kid?" he said with a lewd grin as he looked down at me. I nodded emphatically. "I don't have any more right now. If I'd known you were going to like it so much, I would have saved some for you. But don't worry, that's something else for you to look forward to. I'll make sure you get plenty of that to drink too."

He turned on his heel and walked back into the room. I took a leak myself, my little tinkle seeming to pale in comparison to the powerful stream he'd just pummeled into the toilet water. When I got back to the room, he was leaning over looking into the little bar fridge. He pulled out a beer and looked back inside before turning to me. "They don't have any milk, Kid, but you can have a Coke if you want."

"Yes please. Thank you, sir." He tossed me a Coke and then cracked open his beer, taking a big gulp and burping noisily before climbing back onto the bed. He leaned up against the headboard, half sitting up as he grabbed the remote for the TV and turned on the sports news channel. I popped open the can and took a long drink, the carbonation tickling my throat that he'd driven his cock down just moments ago.

"C'mere, Kid," he said as he patted the bed next to his hip. I set my drink on the night table and settled into the spot next to him, unsure of what was coming next. "Yeah, you look good with my cum on your face like that—it suits you. Now get down here and get your mouth back on my cock." He put his big arm around my shoulders and drew me down into his lap, my body lying next to his with the side of my face on the firm muscles of his abdomen. He reached down and lifted his flaccid cock up towards my mouth. I couldn't believe how big it was—even totally soft, it was bigger than any I had ever seen.

"Get your lips on that and keep sucking while I watch TV. We're in no hurry, but you'll be getting another creamy reward soon enough. And this time, I'm gonna let you swallow it." I moaned in delight as I thought about getting another mouthful of his thick rich cum. I slipped my lips over his cock-head and lay quietly with my head in his lap. I nursed at the warm spongy helmet as I let my hand trace down over his abdomen. He turned up the sound on the TV a bit and I heard him take another slug of his beer while he sat back and let me suck him.

I loved the feel of his warm heavy glans in my mouth, my tongue slowly swabbing and licking all around the sensitive tissues. My hand reached lower and I delicately fingered his balls, only being able to hold one at a time in the palm of my little hands. I rolled them delicately all around, hoping they were churning up more of his delicious semen for me. I lightly traced my fingers up to the base of his prick, rubbing my fingertips teasingly all around his shaven groin. As I suckled, I spotted one huge vein running all the way up the full length of his impressive manhood, then took my fingertip and traced the vein sensually from the base to the flared crown.

I loved what I was doing, servicing this gorgeous big man the way he wanted. I hoped I was pleasing him with my efforts, and shivered as I thought about what my life would be like if I'd never met him. It had only been a number of hours, but I knew I would be shattered if he asked me to go. Wanting to please him even more, I caved in my cheeks and sucked wantonly, like a whore. I didn't care—I wanted to make him happy, to have him keep feeding me his precious seed, over and over.

"You really like to suck, eh Kid?" Max asked as he reached down and tousled my hair. I responded by sucking even more vigorously, bathing his crimson helmet with a healthy dose of warm spit. I felt his prick twitch, then wrapped my fingers around his shaft. The head swelled slightly as I continued sucking, my head still lying against his stomach. My circling fingers started to slide up and down as the burgeoning shaft started to fill. I was in awe at the endurance and stamina of this big man. He had a powerful sex drive that seemed to match his breathtaking physical size. He had already cum three times, and now, he was getting hard again already. I was thrilled, thinking that maybe I had something to do with his rapid resurgence, and hoping I'd get to feed from his spectacular erection once more. I almost swooned as I sucked, picturing that thick rich cock-sap pouring out of him, and into me.

"Mmmmmm," I purred as his glorious pecker continued to stiffen. I kept sucking and stroking as his magnificent cock thickened and extended further into my mouth. As it got harder and harder, it literally pushed my head higher up on his midsection. It wasn't long before I was sucking at his totally rock-hard erection, 11" of solid thick cock mine to please.

"You're doing a good job, cocksucker—just keep doing what you're doing." I could feel his previous load drying on my skin, his semen feeling warm and tacky. It felt wickedly sinful to do this with his cum all over me, and the dirtiness of it inspired me to want to please him even more. I sucked ravenously, his pre-cum oozing steadily into my mouth at this point. I licked and swallowed his silky discharge, the warm fluid soothing my battered throat. His erection felt hard enough to cut glass, and I felt his body flexing as I continued to suck, my stroking hand working to jack him off right into my mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's it...that's it...just...just...OH FUCK...," Max groaned as his prick-head twitched and he started to fill my mouth. I pumped away at his rigid shaft, his thick semen pouring into my mouth. It came out in a fury, filling my oral cavity within seconds and then running out of the corners of my mouth. I swallowed, this viscous cream sliding luxurious down my throat. He continued to unload, wave upon wave of white cum spurting forcefully into my mouth. My hand jerked at his cock as I locked my lips tightly beyond the flared corona, pumping as much of his thick rich semen into my mouth as I could get. I swallowed again and again, his chunky cum almost clogging my throat as I sucked it down. Again, he came a massive amount, and I swallowed every delicious morsel, loving the taste of his precious cock-sap. Finally, with teasing shiver, his orgasm subsided.

"Oh fuck, that was good," he said as he reached down and rubbed my head tenderly. "But just keep going—I feel like I've got another one that's not too far behind." He pushed my head down, letting me know he expected me to keep sucking. There was nothing I'd rather do.

He leaned back against the bed and I heard him take another drink of his beer while he switched the TV to a football game. I kept sucking, nursing away at his spent pecker as I sucked out the last dregs of his salty dogwater. When that was done, I just kept sucking, my lips and tongue just buzzing from the constant abuse he'd been giving them—but I never felt happier in my whole life.

A half hour later, I had him back to full erection, 11 glorious inches of rock-hard cock filling my mouth and hands.

"Get up here, Kid," Max said as he pushed me off his boner and scrambled out from beneath me. He grabbed me and tossed me onto my back against the stacked up pillows like I was light as a feather—so now I was leaning against the headboard like he'd been. "I want to fuck that face of yours again."

He straddled my tiny form, he thick tree-trunk legs on either side of my spindly frame as he moved closer and fed his thrusting erection right into my hot welcoming mouth. He gripped the headboard in his hands and started rocking his hips back and forth, feeding his enormous prick deep into my sucking mouth. We quickly got into a delicious erotic rhythm as he fucked my face, his rigid prick stretching my lips almost to the tearing point. Which brings me to the start of my story...

"GET READY, KID...HERE IT COMES!" the big trucker said just as his huge cock started to go off inside my mouth. The first thick rope of cum shot forth powerfully, the sperm-laden wad of cock-juice shooting deep into my sucking mouth. His monstrous cock twitched and I felt a second creamy strand of his milky semen splash over my tonsils. His hips flexed back and forth as he continued to unload inside my vacuuming mouth, my head banging rhythmically against the headboard as he fucked my face mercilessly. My cheeks were working in and out like a bellows as I sucked ravenously at his rock-hard 11" prick, trying to draw out as much of his delicious man-juice that I could. I swallowed another thick salty wad as he flooded my mouth again and again. I couldn't believe the size of his load—and this was already the fifth one he'd fed me tonight. The silky nectar slid down my throat luxuriously and I sucked for more, already addicted to a taste I'd never experienced until just a few hours earlier. As another syrupy ribbon of semen slid warmly down my throat, my own cock went off again and I purred like a kitten, writhing in ecstasy as this huge man filled me with his cum.

Max fed me three more loads that night before we left in the morning. I had cum twice more myself while sucking him, and each time he'd had me clean up my own mess. I had a bellyful of semen and had never felt more blissfully content in my entire life. We weren't on the open road for very long before Max opened his pants and set me to work—as his personal Trucker Sucker. He said after this run we'd be at his home in a few days, and he promised that he'd start to work on opening up my little bum for that monstrous cock of his.

As I knelt on the floorboards of the truck and sucked, I felt my little bum-hole twitch in anticipation, wondering how long it would be before I became his Trucker Fucker too...but I guess that's a different story.

THE END