I never met my father. He bailed out after impregnating Mom. Mom's family was poor and could not afford to pay for an abortion, but according to her, even if the money was available, she wouldn't have killed the child god gave her. Mother worked as a secretary in a factory, and her salary barely covered our needs. Despite the difficulties, she managed to hold her job and be there for me whenever I needed.
In school, I vowed to get good grades, and not be poor when I grew up. In high school, I did well in most subjects. My favorite ones were social studies, history, and the arts. On 3 occasions, our art teacher prepared a show for the students and staff. In 2 of them, I had the leading role. Despite being an introvert and quite shy, I felt at home in front of an audience. In my senior year, I made up my mind to go to Los Angeles and become an actor. Mom didn't think it was a good idea, telling me I was too timid to survive the meatgrinder in the city where every second visitor had similar dreams. I ignored her advice and waited until finishing high school.
I was eighteen and four months old when, at last, high school days were over. It took a week to plan, organize, and get going. I knew Mom did not have spare money to buy a flight or train ticket, and since I was in no hurry, I planned to hitchhike my way to LA. Was it a good idea to hitchhike? I wasn't sure. I was barely 18 years old, 5'7", and weighing only 160 pounds. However, I was very motivated to succeed in the city of angels and saw no other option to arrive there.
The day I was leaving, Mom pleaded with me to call her daily, ensuring her I was OK. I promised to do that. In the morning, she drove me in her old Chevy to UNC Charlotte's main station, handed me $150 for food and cheap lodging, and cried on my shoulder. She left me there with my carry-on and drove for work.
I knew it wouldn't be easy to get a ride, but the truth was, I had no clue if it would take an hour or 24 hours... The trick was to wait patiently and hope somebody would go part of the way westward. After 2.5 hours, a nice old guy was headed to Atlanta and agreed to take me with him. The drive took 5 hours. I was hungry and tired, but I was reluctant to spend my money. Fortunately, the guy guessed my situation and ordered dinner for both of us at a local diner. When we finished, He drove me to Petro Stopping Center #322 and told me this was the best place to find a ride to California. It was a huge center, especially for truckers on their way from east to west.
I walked around and inquired 14 drivers about their destinations. Most drove in the right direction but not all the way. I thought the place was optimal for finding a ride, so I kept looking. The 15th driver ate dinner. I approached him, introduced myself, and asked if he was going my way. His eyes inspected me, likely checking if I looked dangerous, and then he smiled, "My final destination is a suburb of LA. It will probably take me 3 days to arrive there."
"Will you take me with you, please?"
"OK, but be good. By the way, my name is Harry."
"Of course, sir. I am not going to cause any trouble." I sat with him until he finished his meal. He stood up and I was able to appreciate him better. He was 6'3" and weighed somewhat above 200 pounds. He had an impressive mustache, black hair, and a smiley face.
I climbed the passenger's seat on his 18-wheeler and tried to relax following a tiring day. After driving for about an hour, he noticed I was dozing off and said, "Nick, I like to drive late evening and early night hours because traffic is light. My intent is to drive 4 hours, reach a small town in Mississippi called Saltillo, sleep there for several hours, and continue driving."
"Will I find a place to sleep there too?"
He chuckled, "I have been doing this route, Atlanta to LA and back, for years now. A few of my driver friends and I have our small lodging places along the way. We share the costs, and each place has everything we need, from beds to showers, toilets, and even swimming pools and jacuzzis. To answer your question: The beds are king-sized, so you'll be able to sleep as well. But since I'll continue driving for another 3 hours, try to sleep now.
I woke up at 2 am due to the truck's sudden stop. Harry got out and opened the gate to the yard of a one-story building. The lawn was neglected, but there was a small pool and a jacuzzi, both clean and ready to be used.
We put our luggage in the bedroom, and Harry went to the bathroom. When he got out, he told me he liked to use the pool and the jacuzzi before going to sleep.
I said, "I didn't bring a swimsuit."
He grinned, "Nick, it's only you and me, and it's late at night. Nobody else will be around. I use the pool and jacuzzi in the nude as well. Try them; you'll feel refreshed and much better after a long drive in a sitting position."
His explanation sounded very logical, and I decided to try. I went out, removed my clothes, and entered the pool. The water was cool but not too much, and it felt amazing. Five minutes later, Harry came out wearing shorts. I always imagined truck drivers as older and having beer bellies. However, he was younger, I'd say about 35, and his figure was impressive: Broad shoulders, hairy chest and arms, a 6-pack, and muscular legs.
He removed his shorts, and I saw his junk. His ball sack looked heavy, and the underline of his testicles was clearly visible. The penis bent down and was at least 5" in length. I've never seen an organ that size in men's dressing rooms. Mine, when erect, had a similar length. I wondered how much more it gained when fully engorged.
Harry entered the pool, swam a few laps, and sat on the ledge with his legs dangling in the water. He closed his eyes and continued sitting quietly. I sat on the other side of the pool, about 20 feet away, and watched him. He was manly, athletic, and imposing. I couldn't take my eyes off his organ: The mushroomed head was large and looked purple in the dim light. The shaft was veiny, with the basal part covered with dark hair.
All of a sudden, Harry blurted, "Nick, I noticed you are curious about my cock. It's OK, don't be shy. Come closer, and you'll see it better."
I blushed, "I was surprised to realize it was that big..."
"As I said, come sit by me and find out if you were right about the size."
I hesitated. I knew I wasn't gay. Like other guys my age, I fantasized and masturbated thinking about Charlize Theron and Sydney Sweeney. However, I could not deny that Harry's member was... interesting.
After a couple of minutes, I moved to sit by his side and ogled his prick. I mumbled, "It really is big!"
Harry giggled, "My dick is actually smaller than usual now. It always shrinks in cold water."
"I asked shyly, "How big it becomes when it's full of blood?"
"I never bothered measuring. I know my former girlfriends were either very happy with the size or complained it was TOO big."
I smiled, "All my friends were happy to announce that theirs were at least 6", although I thought most of them exaggerated."
He gazed into my eyes, stood up, and entered the house. I had no idea what he was thinking about. He returned minutes later with a ruler. He gave it to me and said, "Since you are interested, measure it."
I looked at him, wondering if he was serious, but his expression did not suggest he tried to mock me. I told him to lift his cock to a horizontal position so I could do it.
Harry's eyes pierced me, "YOU want to know. Do it all yourself."
My mind whispered, 'Don't do it,' but my curiosity overcame my brain's reluctance. I grabbed the end of the shaft with 2 fingers, stabilized the rod, and placed it against the ruler. It was almost 6" and soft. The organ's skin was velvety and very pleasant to the touch.
I held it 3 seconds too long, and Harry grinned, "Nicky, I get the feeling you like it. Don't be embarrassed. Your soft hand is gentle, and it feels good. Who knows; it might harden, and you can measure it when erect."
"Harry, it's not a good idea. I am not gay."
"Nicky, I have news for you. I am not gay, either. I simply suggest you satisfy your curiosity once and for all."
I thought about it. Nobody was watching us. In 3 days, I'd live in LA and never see Harry again. Why not find out how much it could extend?...
I touched it lightly with my fingers. It felt good again. I wrapped my hand around it and bobbed slowly. I did it for 30 seconds and felt it stiffen, enlarge, and elongate. I continued bobbing slightly faster, and, at one point, my hand could not cover the whole circumference. The pecker was now pointing forward and semi-hard. I bobbed it with both my palms, and the prick grew further and pointed to the sky. The monster looked huge! I measured it. It was 8.5" in length and very thick. Watching this magnificent thing, my lips got dry. I licked them.
Harry was watching my face the whole time. He whispered, "Nicky, you really like it, don't you? In fact, I think you like it a lot. You are not gay, yet your lips crave to taste it. Don't fight it. Go ahead. I am not looking." And then he lay on his back and closed his eyes.
I felt lightheaded. My brain was pushing me to ignore Harry's offer, but the smooth, mushroomed head was pulling me like a magnet with an equally strong force. I hesitated and watched Harry lying on the ledge with the cock slowly shriveling.
Then I thought to myself, 'It is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to learn what women feel when performing oral on a guy. Why not?!...'
I leaned down and kissed the spongy head. It jolted slightly. I milked the tip and felt a drop penetrating my mouth. I rolled it inside with my tongue and found the taste very mild. It wasn't unpleasant.
Harry continued resting on his back and didn't seem bothered by my actions. However, the cock was now at full mast. I spread my lips the widest I could and engulfed the soft head. I advanced gingerly, feeling the diameter of the shaft was minimally smaller than the head. I progressed further. Eventually, I had about 5" in my oral cavity. I gagged, choked, and immediately pulled it out breathing fresh air. However, now it felt like a challenge: How much of it I could master without side effects...
I tried again. I reached the 5" invisible mark and felt Harry's pulse increase. His respiration became labored as well. I continued gingerly toward 6". Suddenly, Harry's hands pulled the back of my head. His body tensed and he began ejaculating down my throat a thick, oily, slightly salty liquid. I tried to back. Harry's hands were too strong for me. I gagged and choked, but there was no escape. I attempted to swallow the torrent of slimy spunk, yet the feeling of almost drowning stayed there. Luckily, just before fainting, the stream of goo stopped. I swallowed the rest and started breathing again.
I was scared shit; I expected Harry to tell me before cumming, but he didn't. I stared at him. He was still with his eyes closed, lying casually on his back as if nothing happened. I gazed at his slowly deflating cock. Two drops of residual seed leaked from the slit. I couldn't resist and licked them. Now, no longer gasping for air, I could analyze the taste: It wasn't bad at all. It was unusual and likely similar to raw oysters but not revolting.
His cock continued shrinking slowly before my eyes. I caressed it softly, enjoying the silky touch. It felt like a nice toy. Now that it was no longer giant, I was tempted to feel it in my mouth again. My lips enveloped it and gingerly bobbed the veiny organ. It was like a tasty pacifier...
Harry mumbled, "Nicky, for a first-timer, you did terrific. Thank you. How was the taste?"
"I heard some girls didn't like it, but not me. I was caught unready for your cum, but the taste was reasonable. It reminded me the first time I tasted beer; Initially it felt weird and now I like it a lot."
He chortled, "Well, we have 3 additional days on the road. If you have the urge to do it again, be my guest. I enjoyed your blow job immensely." I didn't answer.
We fell asleep soon after.
I woke up at 6:30 am with the sun's rays in my eyes. It was earlier than I wanted. I wasn't tired, probably because I slept 4 hours in the truck earlier. Harry was still sound asleep. I tiptoed quietly to the bathroom and brushed my teeth.
I returned 10 minutes later and glanced at Harry. He must have felt hot during the night; He slept naked, and his blanket was on the floor. He was on his back with his arms folded under his head. I stared at his masculine body. His ripped muscles looked very prominent, and his wide, hairy chest moved slowly as he breathed. I ogled his flaccid penis. It rested sideways in my direction as if daring me to touch it. I remembered having it in my mouth at its resting state. The feeling was very pleasant... I continued watching it, and the temptation became unbearable.
As I was debating whether to touch it or not, I heard Harry mumble, "Nicky, do it."
Was he awake the whole time? I was slightly ashamed to get caught but happy he solved my dilemma. I climbed the bed, grabbed the magic wand, and squeezed it lightly. It started expanding in my hand. I licked the tip and got rewarded with a drop of precum. I milked it and grinned at Harry.
His eyes were fully open now, and he watched me entertain his pole. I sucked on the soft head and began going down on his large girth. My own penis began hardening. As I bobbed him faster, I also masturbated my dicky.
Now I was motivated to let more of his pecker into my mouth. Only an inch remained outside my lips when I was about to gag. I stopped there for a moment and then bobbed it at an increasing pace. Seconds later, feeling horny like hell myself, I shot my sperm into my fist.
A short time later, I heard him announce, "Baby, get ready," and the first jet hit my upper palate. This time I knew what was to come; I placed my tongue in front of his slit, and the following jets were much easier to handle. The taste itself was similar to the first time, except that now I could appreciate some tanginess that made it more delicious. I savored the taste and smiled at Harry. He caressed my hair and murmured, "You like to suck my dick, don't you?"
I answered embarrassingly, "I know I am heterosexual, but your cock intrigues me, and I find the taste of your seed rather tasty and even...intoxicating."
"Good boy. Let's dress up. We have to go on the road. We'll stop in an hour along the way for breakfast and then continue for 7 hours, trying to reach Oklahoma City before nightfall."
After a short ride, we had a break at a pitstop. The breakfast included scrambled eggs with bacon, hash browns, toast, orange juice, and coffee. Harry paid for both of us. When we resumed driving, I closed my eyes and relaxed in my seat. Harry noticed me dozing and commented, "If you wish to take a nap, you may find it more comfortable to put your head on my lap."
"Wouldn't it bother you while driving?"
"Not at all."
I did as he suggested and put my head on the upper part of his thigh. Ten minutes later, we had to cross a 5 mile area of unpaved road with multiple bumps along the way. The truck struggled, and my head jolted up and down on Harry's lap. After a couple of minutes, I felt his cock begin to stiffen, pressing against my face.
I looked up at Harry. He smiled at me and said, "Sorry, Nicky. The closeness of your face to my organ while constantly hitting it reminded me of the fantastic job you did this morning, and I became aroused..."
I didn't bother answering. I unzipped his fly, careful not to catch his scrotum in the zipper, and ogled his naughty, beautiful thing. I continued leaning on his lap and sucked lightly on his prick, relishing the familiar sense of fullness in my mouth. I couldn't admit it to myself, but I started loving having this new giant pacifier in my mouth... And if having it there would result in him ejaculating, even better - What could be better than a tasty, healthy drink during a boring long drive?!... I munched on his tool tenderly for about 10 minutes before getting my reward. I swallowed his load and kept the shrank penis in my mouth for the rest of the drive, including during my 4 hour sleep.
Shortly after I woke up, we were nearing Oklahoma City. We stopped for a quick dinner and continued. In twenty minutes, we arrived at Harry's other place. It was a somewhat larger house with a fenced yard, few trees, and a whirlpool. In this house, there were 2 bedrooms.
Harry smiled at me, "Nicky, if you wish, here you can sleep in your own bed." I checked the 2 rooms. Harry planned to sleep in the larger room with the queen size bed. The other one had a twin bed and, except for being smaller, looked the same.
I gazed at him, "Do you want me to go to the other room?"
He grinned, "Not really, but I thought you may want your privacy for once."
I whispered, "I actually like being in bed with you..."
Harry chuckled, "That's OK, but don't be surprised to find me naked with a woodie in the morning."
I was amused, "Is this an invitation?"
"Nicky boy, being sucked is more pleasant than masturbating in the bathroom."
"It's settled then."
Harry stared at me for a while, "I wonder how your father allowed such a young son to hitchhike alone all the way to the West Coast."
I murmured, "I was raised by my mother and never met my father."
He embraced my shoulder, "Poor boy. Maybe I should be your Daddy. I am on the road most of the time, but if you stay in LA and you wish to meet me when I am there, I'd like it."
I watched Harry's face, "Are you serious?"
"I don't have a family, and I am not interested in tying myself to one place. With you, it will be different: We'll meet whenever my work takes me to LA. We can go to a restaurant or a movie together and sleep in the same bed."
I hugged Harry, gazed at him, and whispered, "Daddy, I'd love it very much..."
