It had been a long day on the road, and the last place I wanted to be was here in rural Georgia. But I knew there was probably an immeasurable wealth of goodies in the sprawling landscape off the main highway. I was comin up on my manditory break and should find a motel for the night. A place an adventurous trucker like me might think about having some fun if I didn't have to crap so badly.

It must have been what I ate at that damn diner outside Jacksonville. A real stomach growling meal, something I was regretting now. The full moon would be up tonight as I headed north on Interstate 95, somewhere in the middle of Georgia. My need to pull over was becoming urgent but road construction presented me with barriers all along the right shoulder. I was crawling along in the slow lane like I had 20,000 pounds of sand in my trailer instead of an empty box.

Up ahead, my headlights picked up a break in the barrier and the gravel ramp laid in for dump trucks to access the county road that paralleled us on the Interstate. I dropped a few gears and checked my rear, no one for miles. I hit the ramp a little fast, the trailer bounced around a bit. Then my tires dug in and I clawed my way out onto the small two-lane blacktop.

I drove about a mile into the tree-lined byway and just pulled over. Grabbing a roll of paper towels I dropped from the cab and pulled my pants down. I swore off chili right then and there.

Now what the hell was I going to do? If there was a low bridge overpass between here and the next access ramp I was screwed. With my running lights off, I crept down the dark alleyway between the trees. Breaks in the tree line revealed a few lights in distant farm houses; otherwise it was damn dark out here. I'd gone about three miles when I saw the intersection up ahead.

There were several streetlights, illuminating a combination gas station and convenience store on the corner. I could see several houses down the road and some tumbled down warehouse buildings as well, that was the entire inventory. The pump and munch corner was too small for my rig so I pulled past it and into the gravel drive leading to the pile of rubble. My headlights picked up a sign saying Newton's Finest Pine Furniture Outlet; maybe it was before the fire struck.

I swung the truck around the side of the building and turned back to face the road. It was just past nine o'clock but there was only one car out front of the convenience store. I walked across the street to the store's entrance and tried the door. It was locked so I knocked on the glass.

An elderly woman wearing reading glasses poked her head out from behind the counter and waved at me. She came over and unlocked the door.

"We're closed, young man," she said. "Do you need some help?"

"Yes, ma'am, I sure took a wrong turn out there somewhere."

She noticed my rig parked across the street and gave me a sweet smile.

"Oh my, hasn't been a truck that big down here in about four years, ever since the mill burned down. I got some coffee left over, come on in."

"I could really use a soda right about now, stomach problems."

"Sure, help yourself, over there in the cooler."

I grabbed half-dozen cans of Coke, enough to clean out my system.

"Sure is a quiet little crossroads, must be nice to live out here," I said, plunking down a five dollar bill. She gave me change and peered at me over the top of her glasses.

"You are kidding me, I hope? The life went out of this place a few years back. All I see every day is farmers, bored housewives and young ruffian. I'm retiring next year and moving to Tampa."

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to upset you," I said.

"That's all right ... I'm just cranky in my old age. Guess you better bed down over there until morning. I open at six; make you some breakfast when you wake up. We're about five miles from the nearest ramp onto the Interstate, I'll draw you a map. Just you be gone by seven-thirty, that's when the sheriff drops in for his morning doughnut."

"Thank you very much," I said. "I'll see you in the morning."

She locked the door behind me and went back to her little apartment behind the store. I walked back to the truck and happened to glance down the road at the distant houses. I heard a yell and the sound of boyish laughter; someone was approaching out of the darkness.

The first kid to arrive in the circle of light by the store was about fifteen with shaggy brown hair; his bare torso gleaming with sweat. The young Adonis was followed by a blonde boy, a few years younger but just as handsome. They wheeled around in a circle until a dark haired beauty burst into the parking lot with a spray of gravel. He could only have been of Native American stock and shirtless he looked incredibly fine.

The first boy had to be a year or so older than his buddies, and he seemed to be their leader. They sat facing each other and I could hear everything they said from my place deep in the shadows beside the truck.

"Aw, shit, she's closed," the older one said. I could hear his complaint ring out, echoing off the building beside me. It was only a matter of when they would see the truck and I certainly didn't want them to leave.

"Hey, Jerry, look at the truck," the blonde yelled.

"Cool," Jerry yelled back. They pointed their bikes across the road and came at me.

I put the sodas down on the fuel tank and stepped out of the shadows, the kids kept on coming.

"Hey, mister, is that your truck?" Jerry yelled.

"I'm not deaf, kid, just lost," I replied.

They were even more appealing up close, barefoot and beautiful; I couldn't believe my good fortune. They dropped their bikes to the ground in that self-assured, casual way kids always cast things aside they value most.

"You guys want a Coke?" I asked.

"Sure, I'm real thirsty," the boy said. "I'm Jerry, that's Whit and that one's John, he's almost full-blooded Cherokee ... we're cousins."

"My name is Brian, but it's going to be mud if I don't get out of here early tomorrow morning. I hear the sheriff stops by the store and he isn't very friendly."

"He don't like me at all," the blonde headed boy named Whit offered. "He wants to lock John up something fierce."

"I wouldn't give him the satisfaction," John laughed.

"Enough about that asshole, what are you doing here, mister?" Jerry asked.

"Got off to take a shit ... too late to go back now," I said.

The boys sucked on the soda cans and the night grew quiet around us. Jerry climbed up on the step and looked into the cab.

"You sleep up in there too?" he asked.

"Yes, I do when I have to. Even got a television in back there," I said.

"Awesome, can I see it?"

"I suppose, but you have to sit on my bed to watch."

I popped the door and he climbed in across the seat, his bare feet almost in my face gave me his scent. I smiled, looking up at the threadbare seat of his tight jeans as he climbed in the back. There was quite a nice bilge in his crotch, maybe later? I heard the television pop on; the kid was making himself right at home.

"Shit," John said, "Spokes on this rear wheel are running loose again. Hey Walt, you still got that wrench?"

Walt looked at me. "He does this every night. He needs a new rim, but we ain't got the money."

I had met the con man of the group, he was trolling for dollars. But he also had a wrench and other assorted tools in his back pocket, right next to the hole that told me he wore nothing underneath those jeans.

John got busy with the wrench and Walt looked over at the warehouse.

"Jerry's dad used to work in there, he fixed the milling machines. Most of them are rust now but I get some cool parts off 'em. Want to help?"

"You mean go in there? It looks pretty dangerous."

"It was but the fire department took down most of the fallen roof, besides, it's safe if you go in with me," Walt said.

I wanted to go somewhere ... anywhere with him, so I nodded.

Walt led me around to a side of the building that showed the least damage, just a large hole into darkness. The boy ducked through, stepping over the fallen block. I took a deep breath and followed.

There was a good amount of light in the place since there was no roof. This was the tool shop where Jerry's father had worked, Walt told me knew it well. He took my arm and steered me towards the back wall where we came to a steel door. He produced a pen light and screwdriver, the door didn't stand a chance. He closed it behind us as I gazed around what had been a storeroom, dusty bins sat in a pile beside the shelves.

There was a short staircase to a mezzanine, closer to the open sky and the proliferation of stars above. There was an old mattress on the floor and Walt flopped down on it.

"I come up here to see stars," he said.

"Great place to bring girls, I'll bet."

"Don't know about that," Walt said. "Nope, just me and Sally." He laughed as he wiggled the fingers of his right hand, a masturbatory wizard I imagined.

"Been there," I said.

"Think you could buy John a new rim?" Walt asked, "It's only twenty dollars."

"Do you think I should?"

"I'd be real grateful to you if you did," Walt said.

He lay there in the dim light, hands behind his head and that sweet face aimed at the stars, I just had to say yes.

I lay down beside him and ran my hand across his chest, I felt him relax. He was no novice to this. I eased off his shirt and leaned over to kiss his bare nipples, his body trembled. He was so slender that his jeans seemed to glide right down his thighs and off his feet, freeing his cock to slap back against his belly.

It was a nice cock, almost five inches, crowned with a beautiful swollen mushroom and smelling of boy sweat. I knelt between his legs and slowly spread his knees. Walt arched his back, bringing his stiff cock in contact with my mouth.

I didn't want to take it right away. My tongue ran down the shaft and as I sucked his ball sac into my mouth he squealed delightfully. Sucking gently, I pulled his long scrotum away from his crotch, releasing his warm fleshy globes one at a time.

He squirmed as my tongue sought out his asshole, but his hands spread his ass cheeks wider to give me better access. I plumbed his depths with my tongue and felt him open up. This boy was totally fuckable it seemed, I couldn't wait.

My jeans came off, I rolled protection on my stiff cock and it plunged right into his hot little ass. Walt drew in a deep breath and let out a resounding groan as his legs locked behind my back. No doubt, Walt was an experienced little fuck boy. Was Jerry doing him, or was it John?

He seemed to swing his body into me, my cock slamming like a piston up his sweet ass. Damn, I loved boys who liked to be fucked; it was all I could do to keep from yelling my joy and cumming. This was going too fast, I pulled out.

Walt yelped, "No ... don't stop now."

I went down on his cock and sucked it down my throat. The boy bucked upwards and kept on humping my mouth. I grabbed hold of my stiff cock and took aim. Pulling my mouth away from the boy's cock I plunged back in his hot little ass. Walt grabbed my ears and I put my hand over his mouth as he screamed. I slammed him hard before pulling out and sucking him again.

"Oh shit ... you're killing me," he moaned.

But it wasn't real death, his cock began to throb and I let him blast his cum down my throat. I went back to his ass right away and shot off in the condom, I collapsed on top of him. His hot, ragged breath blew in my ear; I rolled him over on top.

"I could fuck you all night long," I said.

"I'm so numb right now I wouldn't feel a thing," Walt giggled.

"Well, maybe later then," I said. "I should go back and see what the other guys are up to."

"John needs that twenty," Walt said," you promised."

"He doesn't know what a good friend he has in you, does he?"

"He doesn't know about this stuff yet, but he's done a few things," Walt said. "I think you might just find out with twenty dollars. I'm gonna crash here for a while and look at the stars."

His slender form in the moonlight was hard to leave behind as I groped my way down the stairs and back to the parking lot. Damn, who would have thought I would find such a good lay out here in the sticks?

John was still on his knees working on the rim when I walked back to the truck. He looked up at me with those big dark eyes, he was so desirable.

"John ... Walt says I need to buy you a new rim," I said, holding out a twenty. The boy looked up at me and then at the money in my hand.

"What do I have to do for it?" he asked.

Oh shit, this one too?

"Nothing much, just enjoy yourself," I said.

I took him to the back of the trailer and swung open one of the rear doors. A breath of warm stale air tumbled out as I lifted the boy and sat him on the edge facing me. He lay back on his elbows as I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. His cock was uncut and still soft, such dark curly pubes, inviting and interestingly not aroused.

I wrapped my hand around his cock and slid down his foreskin, taking the head in my mouth. My tongue sought out the slit and John jumped.

"Don't do that ... it tickles," he said.

"Why isn't your dick hard?" I asked.

"Uh ... I don't know."

"How many times did you jerk it today? Four or five?"

I knew I had him; he put his hands over his face and lay back on the floor. Well, no matter, he was about to do it again.

I took his flaccid cock in my mouth and applied suction as my thumb sought out his little puckered asshole. I rubbed it gently and felt the surge of his cock in my mouth. The hole was tight, no chance of getting in there, but it could still provide maximum pleasure. John's cock was short and fat, a real mouthful.

He pumped upwards into my mouth, moaning softly to himself at every thrust. I knew if he'd been jerking off all day it might take a while to get him off. But he quickly proved me wrong and in a few minutes he gasped and shot a few spurts down my throat.

"Thanks," I said.

"I don't really like this shit, but I need the rim."

"Glad you let me do it."

"Yeah ... well, go ask Jerry. He and Walt like it well enough. I'll see you later."

John walked his bike around the truck and mounted, he was away in a flash.

Jerry and Walt? It figured. I walked forward and pulled myself up on the step. I looked in back at the television. Jerry had not closed the curtain. Oh, shit ... there were two guys fucking on the screen, the boy had found my porno.

I popped the door open and swung up into the seat. Jerry pulled his legs up to conceal his crotch from me, an impossibility considering the size of his erection.

"Like what you see?" I said

"Awesome ... how can they do some of that stuff?" Jerry asked.

I put my hand on his knee and pulled his leg aside. His fist was wrapped around a huge erection. Damn, he was as big as me.

"Oh, yeah, you got a nice cock. Maybe we'll find out what you can do" I said. "I know you could fuck me all night with that thing."

I locked the doors and shut the curtain. Jerry smiled as I began to unbutton my shirt.

"I have to sneak home before dawn. I'm yours until then."

"That's the nicest offer I've had in years," I said.

By the light from the television I rolled a condom on his stiff prick. Jerry knelt between my legs and expertly put his mouth to my asshole. I felt his spit roll down the crack of my ass as his tongue danced in my hole, this boy had talent.

He lunged up between my knees and I felt his cock probing for the opening, I lent him a hand. Jerry slid into me fully and his body shook with the pleasure of it. I grabbed his head and pulled his face down to mine.

He stabbed into me, pulling out just a little before plunging in again. His rapid strokes made me gasp and his face split in a wide smile.

"You love my big dick up your ass?" Jerry asked.

"Probably as much as Walt does," I said.

Jerry laughed and brought his lips down to mine. We French kissed and I felt his cock swell in my guts. He plunged on and on, the rapture of the moment taking us both. Abruptly he stopped driving into me and pushed up on his arms. With his head thrown back, he gave a mighty groan and pumped his cum into the rubber sheath.

I slowly relaxed my hold and felt him slide out of me; his warmth was missed immediately as my asshole continued to quiver with delight.

"Oh, you're good Jerry, real good. Can you take as good as you give?"

"Give me a minute and you'll find out," he gasped.

The video tape ran out an hour later, Jerry and I lasted until almost dawn. It wasn't all sex, we talked about his life. He and Walt had been doing it for two years; John was a late arrival who wouldn't be fucked.

Jerry told me both of them had other experiences with strangers, not always good ones either. There were the motels only five miles away at the interchange; the boys sometimes went there at night. Truckers could be notoriously horny and loaded with cash.

Did I feel bad about their experiences, not really. They wanted the sex, and who was I to judge them? Jerry slid himself down on my cock and rocked back and forth in my lap. It was late and I could barely keep it up, we were both too exhausted to continue.

"Let's stop," I said.

"I thought you would never say it, thank you," Jerry said.

"You know, I run this highway several times a month," I said.

"Really? I suppose you want to do this again?"

"Do I have to make an appointment?"

"Only a reservation at the motel up on the interchange," Jerry replied.

"You just have to be home by dawn, right?"

"Damn straight, otherwise my Daddy will catch me as he's getting ready for work."

"Oh, he got another job after the mill burnt down?"

"Sure did. He got his self elected sheriff."


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