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TRUCKER'S BOY
CHAPTER 1
I was graduating from high school, one year late, at nineteen years old. I was starting college in the midwest in the fall. I wanted to do something crazy this summer, and decided to hitchhike to California. I would stop where ever and when ever I wanted, with no schedule and no particular route to follow. I wanted to go alone.
I packed a small bag with just enough for the essentials and carried a backpack with extra clothes. It was hot and I didn't need very much. I had been working out throughout college and was very proud of my body. I am about 6'1" and 210 pounds of solid muscle. I love working on my chest and have big round pecs with nipples that point downward from the full muscle. A broad back and slim 30" waist makes my upper body look huge. My thighs are naturally thick with nice cuts to show the quad muscles.
The weather was hot, so I had to dress appropriately. I wore a pair of cut off jean shorts without underwear. Actually, during the hot weather I don't wear any underwear because it is just too hot. I wore a tight nylon tank top that was quite sheer so the wind could blow through the material. I wore my pack boots because they could stand up against the rough terrain. I could feel my cock and balls pressing against my denim shorts, almost falling out the leg opening.
I stuck my thumb out and hit the trail.
Within the first hour, a huge 18 wheeler stopped to give me a lift.
"where ya headed, boy?" the man yelled from the cab.
I climbed up, opened the door and hopped in.
"I said, where ya headed?" He looked over at me. He was a big man with huge arms and legs. He didn't look fat, but real muscular with a slight layer of fat over the muscle. He had a thick moustache and very short cropped hair with some gray around his ears.
"going to California, I guess"
"you guess... don't you know where you want to go?" The big man asked me.
"Not really..." I said, "I just want to get out of here, that's all.
"that sounds easy enough, boy." He smiled. "Climb aboard". I jumped in next to him. The cab seemed smaller from the inside as I was almost sitting directly next to him.
He was a huge man. I felt small next to him. As I watched him turn the steering wheel, his biceps buldged and forearms flexed. He was only wearing a thin white t-shirt that was ripped in places. The material was so thiin that it was practically sheer in some places. As I watched him drive, I noticed a rip directly across the middle of his chest. His pointy nipple was sticking straight out through the hole. He was wearing tight jeans that stretched around the big quad muscles in his thighs. I saw him drop his hand between his legs and scratch himself.
"What are you looking at, boy?" He noticed me staring at him.
"Never see a man bigger than you before?" He was bigger, in every way...
"I didn't mean to stare..." I didn't know what to say... "What's your name?"
"Johnny" he said as he rubbed his crotch again, " Johnny Clayton. What's yours?"
"Sam Carbone", I answered.
"Well, Sam, tell me about yourself"
He asked, "What are you going to do when you get to California?"
"I don't know, maybe I'll just keep traveling around that's all. You know, meet lots of people.. sort of like what you do."
"Oh, I meet all kinds of people."He said, "Being a trucker is a great job. Ever think of that?” "Sure, I think it would be neat to drive a truck."
"there's a lot more to being a trucker than you think, though." He said, "You got to meet certain standards first" "Like what?" "You got to have the right body to be able to handle heavy cargo and road accidents, first of all"
"I have a great body, " I answered, " I work out all the time."
"that's a start, let me see it." He said very casually.
Excuse me?" I questioned, "You want to see my body?"
"Just take your shirt off, kid" He said, "Let me see your arms" I hesitated at first, but then figured it was only my shirt... I took off the tight muscle shirt and flexed me pecs for him. He reached out , while holding the wheel, and rubbed his hand over my chest. He then squeezed my bicep and shoulders. To be honest, I liked the attention he was giving me, and I felt a little twitch in my cock.
"Not bad" He said, "Do you have a strong stomach?"
I was kind of getting into it so I leaned back, pulled down the front of my jean shorts, and flexed my abs. HE slid his hands up and down my stomach , feeling the ripples in my tight abs. His hand slid into the top of my shorts and went down to my crotch and came immediately back out. Before I could object, he said, "What about your legs, son? You think they're strong enough for the job?"
"You kiddin'?" I said proudly, "My legs are my strongest body part." I pulled up my shorts to show him my quads.
"Nooo, I need ot check the whole muscle" The big trucker said, "Do you mind shedding your shorts for the final inspection.?" I knew I wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Ahh, I'm not really wearing anything underneath." I admitted.
"That don't matter son" he said, "another important part of the inspection is your ass. You see, if your ass ain't hard enough, it won't be able to handle the rough road."
"Really?" I asked.
"Why don't you take those tight little shorts off so I can feel how hard your ass is , boy." The big man said.
"If you feel my ass you can tell if I would be a good trucker?" I asked.
"No, you have to go through training and tests before we can know for sure" He siad, "but this will be good start"
I hiked my hips up off the seat and pulled my shorts off. My cock seemed a little bigger than usual, but I wasn't hard. It flopped out and rested against my muscled thigh.
"Let me see your thighs,kid" He reached over and rubbed my thickly muscled leg, lightly brushing against my balls. I felt a sexual energy rush through me, but tried not to react. He didn't mention my cock.
"Turn round, let me check your ass", he said, " It's got to deal with the rough road everyday."
I got up on my knees and turned my ass toward him. He put his big callused hand against my rounded smooth buttock. "Nice," he said, "Two nice small hard cheeks..." His hand slid into the crack for just a moment and his finger moved across my hole.
"Ah, Johnny," I said " You think my ass is OK?"
"Yeah boy, you got a nice hard ass...
good for the road." He continued, "but now that we could be in training, boy,I think you should address me as `Sir' from now on."
"Why?" I asked "It shows respect of the teacher during your training, got it?"
"Sure, I guess..." I corrected myself, " Yes, Sir!"
"OK, now the next phase of our initial training is to see if you can take the rough ride." He pointed to the floor in front of my seat. "Get down on the floor, and sit your ass there, boy"
"Sir, I ah..."
"Come on boy", he said as he pushed me down to the floor of the cab. "This will tell me if you can take all the bumps of the road, kid"
"Yes Sir" I sat there obediently.
"Let me tell you a few rules of the road, son" He started to explain..." First, you take care of the senior driver by helping him get in as many miles as possible, get it?"
"Yes, Sir" I said from the floor.
"If you have to eat, you eat in the truck" he continued " you gotta sleep, you sleep in the truck; you gotta piss, well, you piss in the truck if you can..."
"How , sir..?"
"You hold your piss, and anything else, for as long as you can. If you have a recepticle, you piss there. That's why it's always nice to have a buddy on the road. You learn to take care of one another."
"Where do you piss , Sir, if you don't stop somewhere?" I asked.
"You'll understand soon enough, kid" Johnny said as I saw him put the truck on cruise control. Then he looked me in the eyes and said, "Come here, boy".
End of Chapter 1
Please read my other stories in the Authoritarian section: "My Uncle's Farm" (Jan.12, 2009) "Coach's Assistant" (Sept.13, 2009) "Military Recruit" (July 10, 2012) Send comments to Author: Tony Carbone Email: bustermuscle69@yahoo.com