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CHRISTMAS ON THE ROAD
I sat in the diner, nursing my third cup of coffee. I was surrounded by big burly truck drivers. They were all eating huge meals loaded with fat, and sucking down black coffee. Many of them were talking animatedly on their cell phones as snow blew against the windows, and the wind sang through the cracks around the door. It was one of the worst winter storms on record, and on Christmas eve too.
I had wanted to go home for Christmas so badly, it would be the first time in five years that I would be with my family on Christmas morning, or any morning for that matter, and now it looked like I was not going to make it. Damn it, I had to be there. I threw a hand full of one dollar bills on the table, wrapped my scarf around my neck tucking it into the top of my heavy winter coat. I stuffed my hands into my lined leather driving gloves as I headed for the door. My SUV would make it, the commercials advertising this model showed it climbing rocky mountain sides. A little snow should be a cake walk for it.
Well . . . I was wrong, and the commercials lied, I started down the two lane county road. I was only fifteen miles from my mother's house; if I drove carefully I would make it. But I didn't. I rounded a curve, the road went to the left, and my car went to the right. I went off the road, struck a tree, and came to a sudden painful stop.
Damn, now what was I going to do. The temperature had dropped so low that if I tried walking I would freeze to death, there was no one else on the road to help me. I guess I was the only idiot willing to take the chance and drive on a night like this. The car was still running, and I had a half tank of gas. The heater was pumping out waves of hot air, maybe I could hold out until morning. They had to send a snow plow down this road eventually, didn't they?
I sat for what seemed like forever watching the snow get deeper. Eventually I must have dozed off, because I woke to the sound of someone tapping on the driver side window. I looked up, slightly disoriented, and saw a big man standing in the snow, pounding on the glass. He had a large broad face, dark hair trimmed short, and a day old growth of beard stubble on his face, and the biggest, deepest blue eyes I have ever seen on an adult man.
"Are you okay man? Are you all right?" he said with a look of worry in those exceptional eyes. I pushed the button and rolled the window down, a freezing burst of artic air hitting me in the face and sucking all the heat out of my car.
"Yeah, Yeah I'm all right." I said, still trying to get my head wrapped around what was going on. He reached in and opened the door, taking me by the arm and helping me out. Something was wrong, my body parts would not work the way I wanted them too.
"Man, I think you were inhaling carbon monoxide. Don't you know better than to sit in a running car like that with the windows up? Now take some deep breaths, you feeling any better?" I think I was, my mind was starting to focus, and I could stand alone. There was a huge red Kenworth tractor and trailer pulled off to the edge of the road just ahead of where I ran into the ditch. He reached into my car and cut the engine, slamming the door he said. Let's walk up to my cab; it's warm and safe there. Can you walk? I was feeling much better when we got to the cab, and he helped me get up into the seat. He climbed in behind me and closed the door. He radioed back to the truck stop that he had found me and that I was safe. He told them that we would be camping out in his truck until the snow plow and tow truck could get there in the morning. Apparently he saw me leave the cafe, and knew I would not be able to go far.
"Pull those wet shoes and socks off." He said, reaching behind him into the sleeping area behind the seat and pulling out a blanket. I wrapped it around my feet, and pulled it up to my chin. He pulled his boots off, and poured us both a cup of coffee from a huge thermos.
We sat and talked as the heater in the roof pumped warm air into the cab. He said that he had a son about my age, and guessed my age at twenty one or twenty two. Actually I am twenty three. We sipped the hot strong coffee as I told him that I was missing my first Christmas with my family, and that I had been away for five years.
"What could keep a fine young man like you away from your family for five years." He asked. "Well, I got in a bad fight with my father, and I was no longer welcome, and it was not safe for me to stay there. I had to move on." I replied.
"What in the hell did you fight about that you would no longer be safe living at home." He asked, with a slight sound of surprise in his voice. I don't know what it was about him that made me open up. Maybe I had just kept it inside for so long that I needed to tell someone. Looking back, I was taking a chance telling him the whole story, he could have kicked me out into the show and let me freeze to death . . . but he didn't.
"Well, I told him I was gay, and he just lost it. He was always a heavy drinker, and was not nice when he was drunk, and that was most of the time. He went off and beat the crap out of me. He knocked me unconscious, when I came to; I was handcuffed to a radiator. He was going to "change" me back into a man, even if it killed me. My mother helped me escape, and we have kept in touch the last few years. When my dad died two months ago, it was safe for me to come home, and . . . here I am."
I was a little nervous just putting it all out there. I did not know how he would respond to what I had said. No one knew the whole story; of course I am "out", and the people in my new life know I am gay, but no one knows about what happened at home. I had never told anyone, and I never knew how someone would respond to me being gay.
"Your father was a damn fool. My son in gay too, and even though I wish he wasn't, he is. If I want him in my life, and I do, then I needed to get past that. He is an only child, and I would have liked to have grand kids, but I love him. I will always love him no matter what. Your father is the one who missed out. I don't plan on missing out with my kid." He responded. We both just sat quietly for a few minutes sipping the hot strong coffee.
He suggested that we climb in back in the sleeping area, and get some rest. It would be morning before the snow plow and tow truck could get through. It was a tight fit, he was a large man, and the bed was not quite the size of a regular double bed. As we lay side by side, he asked me about my life in California. I told him that I was in graduate school working on my masters in social work; I lived alone, but had dated some. I worked as a waiter at an upscale restaurant, and managed to keep on top of the bills somehow and still be on the dean's list at school.
When the conversation lagged, and I thought that he was asleep, it startled me when he said. "You know, I never thought much about gay sex until my son came out. But I have thought about it now, and I can't help wondering what it would be like. What was your first time like?"
I was a little shocked, but he was so nice, and genuinely seemed interested in the topic. "Well I was twelve years old, and my best friend and I were talking about girls and sex. We got aroused, and he asked if I ever jacked off. I was very naive about sex and stuff, and he volunteered to show me. Well one thing led to another, and we messed around orally, and jacked each other off. We did stuff together for about a year, and then he moved away. By that time, I knew I was gay, I was just too scared to let anyone know."
He just lay there, staring up at the ceiling for a few minutes before he said, "I never messed around with other boys when I was young. I understand that most guys do that when they go through puberty. It doesn't mean that they are gay, just horny, and curious. I think maybe I missed something, maybe I should have done it."
The next words out of my mouth surprised even me. Maybe it was being tucked inside that tight little cocoon where it was safe and warm while a storm raged outside. I could feel the wind blow the snow against the side of the truck so hard that the cab would rock. The snow sounded like sand sliding over the shiny red surface of the truck, as I said, "you know, I would be willing to show you."
"No man I didn't mean . . ." He stumbled.
"No it's okay. Your right, it doesn't mean you are gay, just curious. No one will ever know." I replied
There was a long pause, and I thought the conversation was over when he said, "Would I need to get naked, I would feel funny naked in bed with another guy." I laughed. "Trust me," I said. "by the time we are done, you will not be embarrassed about being naked."
I rolled onto my side in the confined space, and gently touched his face. I stroked my fingers along his stubbly jaw line. "Oh, I don't know . . ." he said. "Just lay back and enjoy. Trust me, you will love it."
My other hand reached around and grasped his package in his blue jeans. "Oh, damn." He said. "It's okay." I whispered in his ear. I could feel his member stir in my hand. I wanted to kiss him, but I thought it was too soon. That might freak him out, but his lips were so inviting. They were thick, and moist, the kind I would love to have around my cock. They were made to give a man pleasures. I started to unbutton his red flannel shirt keeping one hand on his now semi erect penis. His body stiffened a little. It's ok, I reassured him, gently kissing him on the cheek, my lips scarcely touching his hot skin. He was embarrassed, his face had flushed.
I slid my hand inside his shirt, my fingers getting entangled in his mat of dark hair. I found his nipple, and tenderly caressed it. He moaned slightly. When it was fully hard and erect, I pinched it and pulled on it. He moaned louder, and his cock twitched in my hand. "You like that don't you?" I said, more of a statement then a question.
He didn't answer with words, but his cock continued to harden. I placed my lips in the middle of his massive hairy chest, and kissed him there. I used my tongue and licked my way to his other hard nipple. I used my hot wet tongue to play with it, making him moan even more, I carefully nibbled on it with my teeth, my goal was to give pleasure not cause pain. He was fully erect in his jeans now.
I leaned back and took off my shirt, and I helped him out of his. I leaned back over, and kissed him on the lips. Those big, soft, man pleasing lips. My hand slid under the waist band of his jeans, and onto his hard hot man cock. He wasn't wearing underwear. "Oh, my god!" he exclaimed. The words came out a mumble because my lips were pressed to his, and my tongue was darting into his mouth. His body stiffened, and I thought maybe I had moved in to fast. But, his arms wrapped around me, he pulled me closer to him, our naked skin touching, and he started kissing me back.
My hand was wet inside his pants; he was leaking a huge amount of pre cum. I was glad; it would make it easier on me when I let him fuck me. I slowly stroked him his hips smoothly thrusting in time to my caress, his rhythm matching mine. I unfastened his pants, and slid them down his hairy legs. He lifted his hips to let me do it. I slid my pants and briefs down in one motion, and lay down again next to his naked body. I leaned over and kissed him again, my rock hard cock pressing into him, my hand seeking out his huge man meat. "I left your socks on big guy; I wouldn't want you to feel funny being naked with me." He laughed and let his hand start exploring my body.
It felt great having his large rough hand travel over my skin, he gently probed my private places, we were both moaning softly. I let my lips and tongue move down his body until my face was in the tangle of dark wiry hair of his crotch. I loved the smell; it was a manly smell, not offensive, but intoxicating and arousing.
I licked the sides of his huge erect cock. He must have been at least ten inches long. The skin was soft, and the core underneath was rigid, and throbbing. As one of his hands investigated my tender ass hole, the other rested on my head, guiding me as I pleasured him as only another man knows how. I wrapped my lips around his mammoth purple head, flicked my tongue over his piss slit, and drove him crazy with desire.
I bobbed my head up and down, covering his man pole with my saliva, I wanted it good and slick for what I was going to do next. I could feel his heartbeat through his rock hard cock, the veins throbbing in my mouth. His hips started bucking, and I knew his eruption was rapidly approaching. I let his rod pop from my mouth, "Oh god . . . no, I was so close." He moaned. "It's okay big guy, I'll take care of you." I said as I climbed on top of him, placing my taut young hole in line with his stiff hard dick.
I wanted him, I wanted to feel him inside me, feel his heartbeat in my most private place. I wanted to feel his pleasure transferred to me through his long stiff cock. I wanted to feel it hit my "g" spot over and over again. I slowly lowered my self on him impaling my self on his rod. It popped in the first ring, his big purple head was now leaking inside me. I slowly lowered myself so his tool parted my hole and penetrated my tight, dark, warm boy pussy. It went deeper and deeper inside me filling me with his essence, when my ass hit his thick dark bush, we were one.
His hips lifted off the mattress, his eyes were closed, and a loud moan escaped his sweet sensuous mouth. My own rod was rock hard and pointing to the ceiling, profuse amounts of pre-cum dribbled out of my pee slit, and ran down my shaft, dripping off my balls and into his pubic hair. The feel of his member inside me, knowing that he had never done this with a man before had me aroused. Knowing that he was feeling the sensations of his first man sex was reminding me of my first time. I wanted him to feel how wonderful it could be.
I slowly started moving my ass up and down on him, tightening and loosening my muscles, massaging his hard on as I rode him. His body started thrashing from side to side, his need was so great, but I would speed up, slow down and flex my muscles in such a was as to heighten his sensations, but prolong his ejaculation. "Oh god, oh god . . . I need to cum. Please let me cum." He begged. "You feel so good, oh man, take me, take me now." He pleaded. And . . . I did.
He bucked his hips, my head almost hitting the top of the cab as his dick exploded inside me. My own rod dumped its load at the same time. We both shot huge loads of hot, sticky, white cum. His coating my colon and mine, shooting wildly around the cab. My first shot hit my chest, and I could feel it slowly drip down my hairless skin, the second hit the back of the black leather driver's seat, the third hit him square in the middle of his forehead, and the fourth landed on his hairy chest. The rest dribbled down my shaft filling his already wet bush with my milky juice.
His cum filled my boy cunt, and started running out around his ample piece of man meat, and mixed with mine in his wiry hair. His eyes were now open and he was staring at me, and the mess I had made. "Did I cause that?" He asked, "Oh yes big guy, you did that to me." I said, and he smiled. I let his cock pop out of my hole, and lay down on top of him, rubbing the cum on our chests between us, I gently licked my cum off his face, and kissed him on the lips again. His strong hairy arms wrapped around me and held me tight. He put his mouth to my ear and whispered, "I want more. Can you fuck me; can you put your thing in me and make me cum like you did?"
I could already feel his manhood starting to stiffen against my leg, and I knew I was always good for a second round, so I said. "I would love to fuck your hairy virgin ass big guy; I would love to feel your hot tight ass squeezing my cock. Are you ready now?" I asked, knowing by the heat radiating from his already stiff cock what the answer was.
"Yeah, just go slow." He whispered. I slid down his body, my lips and tongue cleaning the cum out of his chest hair. I licked up all the cum from his prickly bush and lapped it off his hairy balls. I then started licking his already stiff man member, cleaning my ass juices and his cum off the shaft. I then opened my mouth wide, and stretched my throat muscles as wide as I could and took as much of his long cock down my throat as I could.
I brought his rod to the edge of blasting another load of his sweet hot cum, and would back off. I did that over and over again until he was squirming with the need to let loose. I then rolled him over, exposing his round hairy globes. I spread his cheeks, and plunged my face in his crack. Using my tongue, I lapped up and down the long furrow between his ample mounds. My hot wet tongue made contact with his soft damp hole, and he moaned. I pushed my tongue deep inside him, lapping his warm man juices. I used as much of my spit as I could to wet his hole, and then inserted a finger inside him.
His moaning got louder, and I worked my finger around in his warm private place. His man scent filled my nostrils, and that aroused me even more. "Oh yeah, damn that feels good." He sighed. I inserted a second finger, gently stretching his pussy. His body started humping my hand, and he started to whimper. I knew he was ready. I spit into my hand and coated my raging cock with my saliva, and hawked a large wad into his crack. Using my ultra sensitive dick head I dragged it to his hole.
I tenderly pressed my cock head against his opening, slowly increasing the pressure until his muscles gave way and my wiener started sliding inside him. "Oh god, you feel huge." He said.
"Am I hurting you?"
"Hell no, just go slow, okay?" was his response. I then gradually increased my in and out motion. His body was responding to mine, and I could tell that he was in heaven. "More, more, give me more." He demanded. "Oh damn, I have never felt anything so good." He bellowed. His ass lifting to give me even better access, I gave one good hard push and forced the full length of my raging cock into his ass.
He was so very tight, warm, and eager. Even though he was old enough to be my father, I was excited, and my need to reach my orgasm was intense. I started plunging my erection deeper and deeper, faster and faster into his virgin hole. My moaning was matching his as our fever grew and our bodies eager for release. "Oh, god . . . I'm going to cum!" he yelled. Both our bodies tensed, our muscles tightened, my rhythm became irregular, and my cum started to shoot deep in his tight, moist, man hole.
His cum, large white gobs of man goo, coated the sheets. As out breathing became more regular, my dick popped out of him, and I collapsed on his hairy back, my face nuzzling his neck. "So that's what gay sex feels like." He said. "Damn, I guess I'm gay because I loved it."
I chuckled, "I have never turned a guy gay before, I think it was because you were just very horny." I said. "Let's try and get some sleep." I rolled off him and covered our naked bodies with a blanket that was wadded up at our feet. I have to admit, I enjoyed cuddling up next to his warm body, feeling his large masculine arm wrap around me. I felt safe. Soon his regular breathing became a light snore, and I fell asleep.
I woke to a dazzling white winter wonderland. Bright sunshine reflected off the blanket of white snow. All of the world's rough edges were softened by a coating of sparkling, fresh snow. I climbed into the front seat, still naked, and stared at the transformation before me. Snow still fell in a gentle swirl as a light wind made it dance across the windshield. I felt like a little boy on a "snow day" when school was closed.
"We better get dressed, that snow plow could be here any minute." His booming voice said from behind me. "Not yet, just one more time, please fuck me one more time." I pleaded, climbing back into the sleeper, and pressing my lips on his. I could feel his morning wood, press into my burning flesh. "What a way to say merry Christmas." He said.
EPILOG
We made it to my mother's house and he stayed to celebrate Christmas with us. He and my mom have been married for five years now; I guess I didn't turn him gay after all. But . . . I now have a father that is ok with me being gay, and a step brother that is one hell of a hunk, and very good in bed. My family get togethers are a lot of fun.
Merry Christmas to all of you, my special readers, I always love hearing from you. Please feel free to contact me anytime at shyoldguy@hotmail.com