4 comments/ 45255 views/ 5 favorites Henry's Travels Ch. 01 By: Queersetti On the night of his eighteenth birthday Henry waited until after the cake had been eaten, his few meager gifts had been unwrapped and his parent's gone off to bed, and then he slipped out of his bedroom, down the stairs and quietly out the back door. He had a few possessions in his old Boy Scout backpack, a couple of changes of clothing in a duffel bag, and a little more than fifty dollars in the pocket of his jeans. He would have left with nothing at all if it had been necessary. He had waited so long for the day he could be free. As he opened the backyard gate it screeched, loud and rusty. He froze for a minute, then tiptoed through it. Without looking back he headed down the alley to the street. The night was silent as he walked the six blocks to the freeway. He turned up the collar of his denim jacket as an autumn wind made the leaves dance around his feet. They were his only companions on the empty street. He thought about Paul and how much he wanted to see him again, but that thought worried him too. Maybe Paul didn't really want to see him again. After all, they had only been together a few times, they were never more than friends who shared a few intimate experiences. But Henry knew that he had to get away, and he had no other ideas where he could go. He crossed the bridge over the freeway, jumped the chain link fence and climbed down the slope to the edge of the southbound lanes. He had just begun to walk along the shoulder when he heard a car approaching. He turned and stuck out his thumb but it sped by without taking any notice of him. Traffic was light and he began to worry that it might be harder to get a ride than he had hoped. After several more cars had passed him by, a van did slow and he could see the driver's face checking him out in the ghostly green of the dashboard lights. Henry smiled, trying to look friendly and harmless, but the van sped up and left him alone in the dark. The highway was deserted after the van went by. Henry felt depressed. He had expected there to be more traffic, that he would not much trouble getting a ride. Eventually, a few cars did pass, but none of them showed any sign of slowing for him. He began to fear that he would have to walk all night. His despair did not last for long. Headlights lit the road, and before he could turn and put out his thumb, he heard the loud screech of air brakes. A semi truck rolled past him and came to a stop a short distance down the road. Henry trotted up to the truck, and slipped off his backpack. He climbed up on to the running board and opened the door. A wave of warm air washed over him, smelling faintly of diesel and tobacco. He climbed inside. "Just stow your gear in back" the driver said. He was a burly man, with broad shoulders and a heavy stubble of beard. Henry judged him to be in his late thirties or early forties. Henry reached across the passenger seat and shoved his bag and pack behind it. As he did, he noticed that the rear of the cab was a small but comfortable sleeping compartment. He sat down and unbuttoned his jacket. "I'm Bob." the driver said. "Where you headed, son?" "Hi. I'm Henry. I'm going to Florida, to visit a friend." "Florida, huh? Well I can get you some of the way at least. Man, I could use a little of that warm sun myself." They made small talk for a while, but Henry soon found that he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. He drifted in and out of sleep, until he was jarred awake by the shifting of the big truck's gears. Bob laughed. "Sorry about that, kid. Listen, why don't you crawl in the back and get some shut eye." "Yeah, sure." Henry replied, "That's a good idea." He climbed into the back. The bunk was wider than he had thought, about the size of a single bed. He sat on the edge and unlaced his shoes. "It gets damn warm back there." Bob said over his shoulder. "You probably want to strip to your skivvies." Henry began to undress, and wondered if the driver had ulterior intentions, and how he would respond if he did. Although the idea made him nervous, and he realized that he was in a vulnerable situation, he found his cock growing stiff at the thought. He slipped under the bunk's thin covers. His hand strayed beneath the waistband of his jockey shorts and squeezed his cock. He gave it a few slow strokes before he fell asleep. Some time later, he did not know how long, Henry was awakened by the downshifting motion of the truck. He drifted off again, only to feel Bob's hand on his shoulder a few minutes later. "Where are we?" Henry asked, in a sleepy voice. "At a rest area. I had to pull over to catch 40 winks. Slide on over a bit, would ya?" Henry moved over on the bunk until his face was only inches from the cabin's rear wall. He felt Bob's weight on the bunk, and then the warmth of the man's body as he slipped under the covers. He felt nervous, and tense, knowing that Bob's body was only inches from his. He could hear his breathing, he could smell his cologne. Thinking about his proximity made Henry's cock swell, trapped painfully in his shorts. As quietly as he could, he slid his hand down and freed himself. As he did so, Bob shifted his weight and his chest pressed against Henry's back. Instinctively, Henry pressed back against him. He felt something hard touch his hip and realized it was Bob's erect cock. Bob pressed forward, and his cock slid against Henry's ass. At the same time he wrapped his arm around the younger man's waist and down to his crotch. His big hand cupped Henry's balls and gently squeezed them. Henry moaned and began to turn on to his back. Bob met him halfway, leaning over him and sliding his left arm under Henry's shoulders. His lips brushed across Henry's cheek and found his mouth. They parted their lips simultaneously and kissed, their tongues rolling against each other. Henry felt the stubble of Bob's beard rub roughly against his face. The older man's weight pressing against him filled him with a feeling of security, and any fears he felt to be lying with this stranger disappeared. He kissed Bob back, eagerly. His cock was painfully hard and when Bob wrapped his hand around it, Henry could not hold back a moan of pleasure. As they kissed, the two men explored each other's bodies with their hands. Bob's chest and shoulders were covered with a mat of curly hair, and Henry enjoyed running his fingers over it. Eventually, his hand found it's way to Bob's cock. It was bigger than any he had touched before, and the desire to see it, and take it in his mouth, was overwhelming. He struggled to slide down Bob's torso, but in the tight confines of the small bunk, he made little progress until Bob, sensing what he wanted, shifted his body towards the head of the bed. His motion caused the head of his cock to trace a line up Henry's belly to the middle of his chest. Henry lowered his head and touched his lips to it. It was sticky with pre-cum. Henry swirled his tongue around it, and felt a string of the gooey liquid dribble on to his chin. Bob moved further up on the bunk, leaning his shoulders against the side of the cab. Henry knelt beside him and lowered his head, taking several inches of the trucker's cock into his mouth. He felt the underside of the head pulsing against his tongue. This was not like any cock he'd encountered before. It was a man's cock, hefty and thick in a way he'd only fantasized a cock could be. The taste of it filled his mouth, and the man's musky scent almost overpowered him. He lowered his head until he felt he might gag, then slowly pulled back, sucking hard, until the cock popped free with a loud wet sound. Bob moaned, and Henry felt a smile spread on his face. For the first time, he felt free to enjoy his desires to the fullest. He gripped Bob's cock in his fist and began sucking it with enthusiasm. Bob responded with obvious pleasure,tangling his fingers in Henry's hair and encouraging him with gentle pressure. At the same time, he slid his other hand inside the back of Henry's shorts. He cupped one of the young man's cheeks in his palm, and grazed his asshole with the tip of his middle finger. Henry was startled by the initial touch, but as Bob gently played with his ass, he began to enjoy it. He arched his back and felt the finger press inside him. He let out a low moan around the swollen cock filling his mouth. "Oh you like that, huh?" , Bob asked. Henry hummed in agreement, unwilling to interrupt his sucking. Bob slid his finger in and out of Henry's hole. "You ever been fucked, kid?" Henry lifted his head and looked up at Bob. "No" he replied. "But, I bet you've thought about it, haven't ya?" Henry blushed. "Yes" he replied nervously, "I thought about it a lot." Bob raised himself to a sitting position, and pulled Henry up to him, kissing him passionately and wrapping his arms around him. Henry leaned into him, enjoying the feeling of being held, and of Bob's big hands caressing his ass. Bob broke off the kiss and gently pushed Henry back to arm's length. "Are you sure you want it?" Henry nodded eagerly. Bob patted him on the side of the face and rose up from the bunk. He bent down and opened a drawer beneath it, then stood back up, holding a jar of Vaseline. He knelt on the edge of the bunk and put his hand on Henry's shoulder, silently urging him to lie face down. "Put this under your stomach" he said, reaching for a pillow and handing it to Henry. Henry rose up on his knees and placed the pillow beneath himself. Bob moved to a position between his legs. Henry's heart was pounding with both fear and desire. Bob rubbed his shoulders. "Just relax" he urged, "You're going to love it." He ran his hand down Henry's back and kneeded the cheeks of his ass. Henry raised his hips in response, and Bob gave him a playful spank as he slid the young man's shorts down his thighs and yanked them off. "Yeah, I think you want it.", he chuckled. The cool lube made Henry jump when he felt the first gob of it touch his hole. He waited anxiously, clamping his teeth and awaiting the pain of entry, but as Bob worked the gel into him , it felt enjoyable. Still, he knew the man's thick cock would not go in as easily as his finger. Bob placed his hands on Henry's hips and pulled his ass higher. Henry held his breath in anticipation as he felt the head of Bob's cock touch his hole. "Nice and easy." Bob reassured him. "Push back as I'm going in and it'll only hurt for a minute." Henry felt the cock begin to stretch him, and he pressed back against it. There was a sharp bite of pain and for one quick moment he wanted to ask the man to pull out. But with steady pressure, Bob slid in deeper and the pain began to subside. Suddenly, Henry felt his sphincter release, and the full length of the cock enter him. Any feelings of pain were replaced by a sense of fullness which he found unsettling, but not unpleasant. Bob slowly pulled back an inch or so, and then pressed forward again. Henry felt the cock head rub his prostrate and knew at that moment that he was going to enjoy being fucked. Bob continued with slow, short motions and Henry realized that the friction against his prostrate made his cock harder than it had ever been. He pushed the pillow tight against his body and began to pump his cock into it in rhythm with the one pumping into him. Sensing the young man's pleasure, Bob began fucking him faster, with long smooth strokes. "How do like that, boy?" he gasped. "Oh god, it's so good" "That's right, you love it up your ass, don't you, boy?" "Yes," Henry moaned. He was loving it, far more than he would have imagined. The heat and pressure he felt within his body was pleasurable beyond anything he had ever felt. Bob leaned forward across Henry's back and wrapped his arm under his chest, pulling them together tightly. He was fucking as fast as he could, his breath coming in short ragged gasps as his cock pistoned in and out of Henry's bucking ass. Henry moved with him, feeling the pressure building in his cock as each down stroke pressed it into the pillow. Suddenly, Bob stopped, his full length buried inside Henry, and with a shuddery groan, he unloaded his cum deep inside the hot hole. He jerked his hips a couple times, then pushed in deep one last time and held there, his cock twitching as it spent it's last drops. Henry felt his ass filled with the wet warmth, and then his own orgasm came. He shot his load into the pillow and felt it's sticky heat on his belly. The two men laid there for a few minutes, sweating against each other, slowly regaining their breath. Finally, Bob withdrew, and slid off Henry's back. He sat up on the edge of the bunk and put his hand on Henry's shoulder. Henry rolled on to his side and looked up at him. The morning light had grown stronger, and he could see weariness in the older man's face. "Are you OK?" he asked. Bob chuckled. "I'm great. How are you, that's the main thing." "I feel great." Henry replied. Bob reached for an alarm clock on the shelf above the bunk, and fumbled with it's controls. "Well, scoot over and let me get an hour's shut eye, and then we need to get rolling." Henry moved over on the bunk and Bob laid beside him and draped his arm over him. Henry cradled his head against the man's chest, and in a few minutes, he was sound asleep. To be continued... Henry's Travels Ch. 02 Henry woke up with a start, momentarily disoriented. Rather than the familiarity of the bedroom he had woken up in his whole life, he saw the cramped cab of Bob's truck. With recognition came remembrance. He closed his eyes and thought about the way Bob's cock had tasted in his mouth, how it had felt deep in his ass. His cock stiffened at the memory and he began to slowly, luxuriously stoke it. He did not think about being on the road, away from home for the first time in his life, with only fifty dollars in his pocket and a few changes of clothes in his bag. All he could think of was the swelling pressure in his cock and the images of last night's encounter that tumbled after each other in his mind. The driver's side door opened. Henry jumped up to a sitting position on the narrow bunk, his face flushing. Bob stuck his head between the seats just as he pulled a blanket into his crotch in an ineffectual attempt to cover himself. "Well, what's going on back there?" Bob laughed. "I thought you were just a sleepy head, but now I see you been busy." Henry laughed nervously in reply, realizing how absurd it was to be bashful in front of Bob, after what they had shared just a few hours before. "Here, brought you a cup of java", Bob said, holding out a styrofoam cup. Henry didn't drink coffee, but he took it anyway, popped off the lid and took a sip. Bob leaned in the narrow passageway , and looked down at the younger man, thoughtfully rolling a toothpick back and forth between his lips. "I've got to get rolling before too long, got to get this load delivered." He laughed at his own unintentional joke. "My pay load, that is. But how about we get some breakfast first?" Henry realized how hungry he was. "Sure," he replied, "that would be great." "Think you might convince me to pick up the tab?" Bob asked, running the flat palm of his hand down the front of his threadworn jeans. Henry put his coffee down on the bedside shelf and slid forward to sit on the edge of the bunk. The blanket slid away and exposed his erection. Bob chuckled at the sight, and reached out to stroke the young man's hair. Henry leaned forward and hooked his fingers into Bob's belt. He fumbled with it awkwardly until Bob gently pushed his hands away and unbuckled it himself. Henry unbuttoned the waistband, and with trembling fingers, pulled the zipper down it's track. The front of Bob's jeans opened, and his half hard cock flopped out from the flap of his boxer shorts. Henry looked up at the man's smiling face and then down at the dangling cock. He extended his tongue and licked it from one end to the other. It twitched involuntarily as he tried to mouth it and bumped against the side of his face. Bob shoved the jeans and shorts down his thighs. As the waist of the shorts released his cock it sprang up and bounced against Henry's chin. Henry tilted his face and it bobbed upward to his lips. He captured the head between them and drew it into his mouth. Bob moaned and placed his hands on Henry's head, urging him forward. Henry opened his mouth and let the length of Bob's cock slide along his tongue. When he had taken in as much as he could, he wrapped his lips around it tightly and slowly sucked his way back until the head popped out from between his lips with a loud smacking sound. He plunged down on it again, and held it, feeling it swell and harden in his mouth. He pulled back again, took the shaft in his hand and slowly pumped it as he swirled his tongue around the head. Bob reached down, took his other hand and placed it on his balls. Henry began gently massaging them while he sucked. Bob began to pump his hips, slowly at first, but gradually increasing the pace and strength of his thrusts. Henry struggled not to lose control of his gag reflex, but saliva filled his mouth and he began to choke. He pulled his mouth off of Bob's cock, gasping for breath. "That's OK", Bob said, "Just take as much as you can." Henry wiped his chin with the back of his hand and placed his mouth on Bob's cock again. "Just relax" Bob instructed him. "Don't try to take too much at once." Henry sucked the cock in and out of his mouth, letting it penetrate a little deeper each time. When he felt like he might choke again, he paused for a few seconds, consciously trying to relax his throat. When he pressed forward again, he was surprised at how deep he took the shaft. He held it for a minute, the head against the back of his throat, then released in with a loud exhale. "Oh yeah, that's good, you're getting it now, boy!" Henry smiled at the compliment then wrapped his lips around the cock head and looked up, making eye contact. Bob looked him in the eye and watched as Henry dove down on his cock once more. Again, Henry felt it touch the back of his throat, and felt the tickle of Bob's pubic hair against his nose and chin. he felt an urge to gag, but fought it off, and with some difficulty, swallowed. Bob's cock surged forward into his throat. He felt a second of panic, but he managed to fight it back, and hold the entire length of the shaft for several more seconds before letting it go. He was breathing in short shallow gasps, but he did not hesitate to engulf the cock again. Bob was panting as well. He took Henry's head in both his hands and began to pump his cock into into the young man's hot wet mouth. Henry gripped Bob's thighs and surrendered himself to the cock plunging in and out of his mouth. He could feel his drool run down his chin and fall on to his bare thighs. Suddenly, Bob pushed his full length into Henry's mouth. "Swallow" he gasped, "Swallow!" Henry gulped the cock into his throat as Bob grabbed his head and held it immobile. Bob's cock felt huge as it swelled with his climax. The hot liquid poured into Henry. He began to sputter but Bob held him tight, jerking his hips, pumping every drop down henry's throat. Henry tried to swallow it all, but could not. As Bob withdrew, long strands of cum hung draped between his cock and Henry's lips. Henry was panting. His lips felt swollen and bruised, but he was filled with a sense of elation. Bob flopped down on the bunk next to him. He put an arm over Henry's shoulder, pulled him close and kissed the top of his head. "Throw some clothes on, kid. We need to get you cleaned up and fed." He patted Henry on the knee and stood up, pulling his pants back up to the waist as he rose. Henry felt a twinge of disappointment that Bob had not reciprocated for the blow job, but he had agreed that it would be payment for breakfast, so he did not complain. Bob ducked through the entrance to the front of the cab and slid across the driver's seat and out the door. Henry hurriedly pulled on his clothes and followed him. They were parked near the back of the lot surrounding a large truck stop. A dozen big rigs stood on the asphalt, glittering in the warm sun. Bob had already started to cross the lot towards the combination store and diner. Henry hurried to catch up with him. The smell of frying bacon wafted from the building. They entered the building together. It was still early in the morning, but the dining room was at least half full. Bob moved between the tables towards the back of the room. A section was marked "Truckers Only". He took a seat in a booth under the sign, and Henry slid in on the other side of the table. A tired looking waitress came over to their table. For a moment Henry had the terrible feeling that she would look at him and know what he and Bob had done, but her face showed only bored apathy as she poured their coffee and took their orders of bacon and eggs. "There's a locker room and showers for truckers in the back" Bob said, "After we eat, why don't you take a quick shower and then we'll hit the road." "OK. How far are we from the Turnpike?" "Be there in an hour or so. You want out there?" "Yes, please." "Sure you don't want to ride with me a while?" Henry blushed. "No, thanks, I mean, that would be cool, but I really want to get to Florida and see if I can find my friend." "Well, who knows, we might meet up down the road somewheres. I'll take you as far as the turnpike anyways." The waitress brought their food, and they ate in silence. Henry was tempted to stay with Bob, at least for a while. The idea of being alone on the road was frightening. But he had set out to find Paul and he was determined to follow through with that plan. After they had swabbed up the last of their eggs with their toast, Bob drained his coffee in one long drink, and banged the cup down on the table. "Come on, boy, let's get you cleaned up." Henry followed him through a pair of swinging doors and down a hallway that led to a small room lined on both sides with metal lockers. At the far end of the room were two open doorways, one leading to the small shower room, the other to a mop closet. "Stow your gear in a locker and let washed down." Bob told him, "I'll go settle up with Gloria for the chow." "OK" Henry replied. Just then a tall blonde man stepped out of the showers, wrapping a towel around his waist. He looked to be in his early twenties. The man nodded a greeting to Bob, who gave him a perfunctory wave in return and left the room. Henry undressed and put his clothes in one of the lockers, while casting nervous glances at the blonde man. He was standing across the room with his back to Henry. He had removed the towel and was using it to dry his hair. Henry admired his taut ass and muscular thighs. He felt his cock begin to stir, and blushed as he hurried past the man into the shower room. There was a shelf beside the door stacked high with towels and a plastic bucket filled with small bars of soap. Henry took a soap and unwrapped it. He looked around but could not see anywhere to dispose of the wrapper. He stepped back to the doorway and saw a trash can just outside the door. As he tossed the paper in the can, he saw the blonde man standing by the bank of lockers combing his hair. The man looked up and made eye contact with him. Henry quickly looked away and ducked back into the shower. He soaped himself down, and let the warm water flow over him. He began to feel sleepy , but remembered that Bob would be waiting, and roused himself to finish his shower. He took a towel from the shelf and quickly dried himself. He peeked around the corner into the locker room, but did not see the blonde man. He held the towel around his waist and stepped out of the shower room. "Hey kid." Henry whirled around. The blonde man was still there, leaning in the corner next to the mop closet. He had gotten dressed but his shirt was still open. A few drops of water glistened in the light mat of hair on his chest. "So, you been riding with Big Bob, huh?" "Um, yeah, Well, just since yesterday." Henry was trembling but could feel his cock begin to rise under the towel. "Yeah, he told me about it this morning. Why don't you come here a minute. kid." Henry was unable to move. He was confused, and a little scared of this man. "Come on, buddy, I don't bite. Much" The man grinned and stepped forward, putting a hand on Henry's shoulder. He glanced towards the door to the hallway, and guided Henry towards the mop closet. "Let's go in here a minute." Henry followed the man's guidance and stepped into the closet. The man entered behind him and closed the door. The room was small. They stood facing each other, only inches apart. Without another word, the man lowered himself to his knees in front of Henry. He tugged the towel away and pressed him back against the sink. He took Henry's cock in his mouth and began to suck it. Henry was hard in an instant. He gripped the edge of the sink and watched as his cock disappeared and re-emerged, in and out of the man's mouth. The sensation of pleasurable pressure on his shaft was overwhelming. He closed his eyes and moaned as the wet heat spread from his crotch and warmed his whole body. The man worked quickly and efficiently on Henry's cock, using his tongue and lips to coax it to throb and swell . Henry felt the tip of the man's tongue touching at the hole, as if he were trying to tease the cum out. Without conscious thought, his hips began to rock, moving in rhythm with the man's mouth. The man reached behind and put his hands on Henry's ass cheeks and pulled him closer, taking the full length of the young man's cock. Henry's breath became rapid, as he felt his orgasm approach. "Oh, oh, I'm going to come." He gasped. The man replied with a delighted, expectant hum, just as Henry felt himself spasm and the warm liquid flowed. The man swallowed hard, taking it all. Henry's hips jerked once, and then again, as the man drained every drop of cum from him. Henry was still catching his breath as the man stood up. "Thanks kid, see you around." he said. He turned and opened the closet door an inch and peered out. He then opened it wide, stepped out and crossed to the hallway. At the door he turned and gave Henry a low wave. Henry was suddenly terrified of being caught. He rushed to his locker and threw on his clothes as quickly as he could. He combed his wet hair down with his hands and headed back to the dining room. Bob was sitting at the counter, chatting with the waitress. He looked up and winked at Henry. "Ready to hit the road?" Henry nodded. Bob said goodbye to the waitress and led Henry out of the building and back to his truck. Henry climbed into the passenger seat as Bob got in the other side. "You get a nice shower?" Bob asked as he started up the semi. "Oh yeah, real nice." Henry smiled. "Yep, I thought so." Bob pulled out of the truck stop on to the highway. Henry watched the scenery pass by, neither of them speaking. After a few minutes he drifted off to sleep. He awoke a little while later, as Bob downshifted the truck to a stuttering stop on the shoulder. "Well, buddy, I guess this is where we part ways." "OK", Henry said. he felt a touch of sadness. He leaned into the back of the cab and grabbed his backpack and duffel bag. As he started to straighten up, he felt Bob's hand on his shoulder. Bob leaned close to him. "You be careful out there on the road, kid." "I will. Thanks for everything." "No, thank you," Bob said. He reached around and took the back of Henry's head in his hand and pulled his face close. He kissed Henry tenderly, and then patted him on the cheek. "You be damn careful." Henry climbed down from the truck to the gravel shoulder. A chilly breeze was blowing, so he dug his jacket out of his bag and put it on. He watched the big truck slowly roll back on to the highway, and as it pulled out, he heard one long sharp blast of it's air horn.