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Part 2

Ben and I chat over the next week and discuss me going with him. It all seems so surreal, as if at some point he's going to turnaround and say "Got ya!" like it was all a joke. I manage to rearrange my shifts with work to get four days off in a row and tell my parents and sister about going away for a few days. They're all a little surprised that I'm going away with Ben. I get pelted with questions: "Ben? As in Ben Fletcher?!" ..."When did this come about?" ... "Since when are you and him friends?" They all know Ben and they're not worried at all, just surprised at how all of a sudden I'm going to work with him. Honestly? Me too! I explain about when we met and how it all came about and they begin to relax about it.

I get all my things together the day before we're due to head out. I make sure to pack some comfortable clothes to both travel and work in, pyjama bottoms, some decent underwear and a few toiletries. I begin cramming it all into my backpack and I'm already getting excited. I'm excited to see the country of course but as I'm rolling up my briefs and stuffing them into my backpack I'm more excited wondering if I'll see Ben in his underwear.

The day rolls around and I head out. I've told Ben I'll meet him at the depot where he's collecting the cargo so I get a taxi to the address and hop out at a pair of large gates leading to a huge yard. I look around absentmindedly, wondering where I go, when I hear a yell from inside. Ben's standing beside a huge electric blue truck and waving one of his huge arms. I make my way over to him. He's wearing a light grey tank top that's already showing some sweat patch's from the heat and a pair of khaki green cargo shorts. As I approach he says "Aww did you come to see me off?" -"What?" I ask visibly confused. "Aww, bud. You didn't think I was being serious when I said you could come along did you? I thought you were just playing along?" For a fraction of a second I'm embarrassed before I notice the corner of his lips curling into a grin. "Fuck you." I say matter-of-factly. He bursts out laughing. "You really think you're funny, don't you?" I ask sarcastically. "I do! I really do!" He says wiping his eyes. I begin to walk past him as I check out the truck. He turns to me as I pass him. "As if I'd leave without you!" He says this and there's a loud accompanying crack as he slaps my ass. It's so hard and unexpected that I stagger forward a little. "Holy shit, Ben!" I gasp. My left ass cheek stings and I'm strangely turned on. I reach back and stroke my cheek. "Sorry, bud. Too hard? Here, let me kiss it better for you!" He lunges towards my shorts and I dodge out of the way. "Go away!" I laugh. "Aww come on! I'll make it all better!" He says chasing me a few steps as I dodge his outstretched hands. Even this is turning me on as I secretly hope he catches me. Secretly hope that he does kiss it better. He eventually stops chasing me and says "Alright! To business. We're all loaded up!" He slaps the large cargo container that's hooked up to the truck. "You ready to go, partner?" He asks with a broad smile. "Sure thing, boss!" I say with a mock tone of respect. "Not sure how I'll manage sitting down though." I say with a laugh as I reach back and rub my cheek again. "That's what they all say when I'm done with them!" He says with a cheeky wink and heads round to the driver side.

I climb up into the truck and look around before we head off. Inside the cabin are two large, high backed chairs - one on the passenger side and the other on the driver's with a narrow space between that leads into the back. My chair spins a full 180 to face into the rear of the cabin. There's a small pull down table on one side and some compartments on the other. Just behind these is a flat area, filled with a double mattress and a small window on either side just above it. It looks like a decent size but I know between both Ben and I, it's going to be a tight squeeze - not that I'm complaining! I go to the back and put my bag and jacket on top of the mattress while taking a seat on the small edge that faces down to the front of the truck. "It's cosy." I say, looking around. "Not bad, aye?" Ben says from the front seat. "Our little home for the next few days, bud!" A "little home" for just me and Ben, huh? Perfect!

I come back to the front and climb into the passenger seat. "Let's go, boss!" I say again in a fake respectful voice. "Hey!" He says sternly and points a large finger at me while staring me directly in the eyes. "That's sir to you, boy!" Fuck! Why did that turn me on?! He grins. "Oh, ah, yes! Sure thing... sir." I respectfully reply with a small laugh. I reach down and readjust my semi-hard cock as discreetly as possible. We set off and kill time along the way talking about things we see on the road our histories, and conversation eventually turns a little more personal. He eventually asks me about dating. "No girls going to be missing you while you're gone then?" He asks. I chuckle a little. "Nah, no girls." - "Boys then?" -"Nope." - "Non-binary people?" -"No, no romantic interests of any kind are missing me at the moment." I say a little shyly. "Must be someone!" He states. "Fine young man like you? Maybe you just don't know they miss you." - "Maybe." I laugh. "Anyway, what about you?" I ask turning it back on him. "Aren't you still with... the, ah, one with the dark hair?" - "Kate." He says flatly. "Yeah, that's the one." I say, not noticing his shift in tone. "Not anymore, bud. We broke up the beginning of last year." Now I feel like an asshole. "Aww I'm sorry, big man. I didn't know." He perks himself up a bit. "Don't be sorry, bud. How would you know?" He goes on to tell me about how they were engaged and that it slowly fell apart. There was no bad blood from what he says, just two people who realised they didn't belong together but I could see he was still hurt by it. As he finishes telling me I reach out and place my hand on his forearm as he grips the steering wheel. "I'm sorry I brought it up but I'm glad you were able to talk about it with me." He takes his other hand off the wheel and places it on top of mine. "Thanks, bud." He says as he gently squeezes my hand.

We drive for a long time with just a few stops to stretch before getting back to it. As night falls we pull into a truck stop for the evening. Ben gives me the rundown of these places - access to showers and toilets, there's a nearby place for food and drink, and how it's all secured. We go grab a bite to eat and then head back to the truck. "You wanna grab a shower tonight, bud, or we can do it the morning before we set off?" Showering together sounds fucking amazing but the long day has tired me out. "Maybe in the morning? I'm pretty tired." I say wearily. He reaches over and wraps his arm around my shoulders. Suddenly I'm more awake. "No problem. It can be a long day when you're not used to it." We get back to the truck and we climb inside. We sit in our respective seats and Ben begins taking his boots off. I follow him and easily kick off my high tops. With a relived sigh he pulls off one boot. "Ugh! That feels better!" Off comes the other and he slumps back into his chair. His socks are white but dirty around the heel and toes where they've been rubbing against the inside of his boots. There's a strong musky smell initially that fades away quickly. He turns to me and lifts his foot up onto my lap. "Alright, bud. Time for my foot rub!" He says wiggling his toes at me. "Fuck off!" I say laughing and pushing myself back as far into the chair as I can go. I'm putting on a good show but secretly I do want to rub his feet. I just want to touch him in general! "I take you with me and you won't even rub my feet after a long drive?! Just can't find good partners nowadays!" He lowers his foot again and sighs with a grin. "Fine. Time for bed I guess." He pushes his hips off the chair and into the air a little as he slots his thumbs into either side of the waistband of his shorts. With a swift motion he pushes them off his hips, down over his thighs and let's them fall passed his knees to his feet. I stare in awe at this happening, completely forgetting any kind of social etiquette and just watch him. He's wearing a pair of white baggy boxers. His thighs are covered in thick, dark-golden hair and I run my eyes up them, passed the gaping leg holes and to the modest bulge at his crotch. The opening at the crotch gapes a little but it's too dark to see inside. "Hey." Ben's words jerk me back to reality. "You go somewhere else there, bud?" My face burns with embarrassment. "Uh, sorry. Must have just been daydreaming." I mutter. "I guess you do need sleep" he laughs. "Well, you can take the inside if you like?" One side of the bed is flat against the back of the cabin, the shorter sides are flat against the sides with the small windows above, and the last side of the mattress faces the cabinets and front of the cabin. "Ummm, yeah, sure." I mutter again, still panicked and with a growing cock in my briefs as Ben sits before me in his underwear.

I stand up and move into the small space between the cabinets with my back to Ben. I need to get under the sheet fast before he notices that I'm hard. I hear him fussing at the front as he covers the windows. I quickly pull off my t-shirt and socks and toss them backwards onto the front seat. I quickly undo my shorts and drop them to my feet. "A briefs guy, aye?" I hear Ben say from behind me. "Haha, yeah." I stumble for words as I bend over to grab my shorts from the floor and as I do I feel a sudden movement behind me. My boxers suddenly push against my ass cheeks and something forces its way quickly between them. I instinctively jump forward onto the bed and spin around. Ben is standing there with his finger pointed out and bursts into roaring laughter. "You scared the hell out of me!" I shout back. Ben's too busy laughing to care and wiping tears from his eyes. "I'm sorry, bud. I seen an opening and I took it!" He straightens himself up again and begins to stand up to pull off his vest. "Fucking hell, bud! No wonder you're tired carrying all that around!" He nods, staring directly at my crotch. I look down and my cock is bulging in my briefs. A large, mound that's barely contained underneath the fabric that stretches away from my body. Embarrassed I reach both hands down and cup them over my cock. "You shouldn't be looking!" I say with embarrassment. "Hey! It looked at me first!" He says with a smirk. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, bud. We've all got one." He says this while attempting to shake his hips side to side as he's crouched over in the cabin. His bulge sways beneath the white cloth. This isn't helping to hide my throbbing cock!

He pulls his vest off and I climb under the covers. He points to the left. "You go that side and I'll go the other." He tosses me a pillow and I lay my head where he says. He climbs under the covers with me, his head at the other side and my heart is racing. His leg brushes against my arm and I try to be polite and move a little to let him in. "Tight squeeze aye, bud?" He chuckles. "It's fine." I say trying to sound casual. He reaches up and turns off the light. We're plunged into darkness, just the two of us beneath the sheets. I feel him lay down and turn towards me. I follow suit and do the same. I can just barely see his feet peek out from under the sheet in line with my face. I still want to touch them. Touch him. Then I feel a hand on my calf and it runs up and down, caressing the fine hairs on my leg. "Night, bud." Ben says softly. My cock throbs again and my heart pounds. I reach out find his ankle and run my thumb along it in a soft stroking motion. "Goodnight, big man." I whisper. "Hey!" A stern sounding whisper from Ben. "It's sir, remember?" Fuck! Don't say that while we're in bed. My words catch in my throat and I chuckle a little. "Yes, sorry sir." I manage to mutter. I hear him at the other end and feel the bed rumble a little as he chuckles.

I must be tired as I awake to what must be the middle of the night and it takes me a moment to realise where I am. There's a heat running down the length of my body like I'm wrapped around a heater and I realise I'm clinging to Ben's leg. He's on his back while I'm on my side and pressed against him. One of my arms is underneath Ben and wrapped around to meet my other arm, hugging Ben's thick, hairy leg tightly. My face is resting in the arch between his calf and foot. One of my legs is on the mattress and running the length of Ben - along his hairy leg, the soft fabric of his boxers, and up along his side. My other leg is bent and lifted up onto him. My thigh is sticking to his in the sweaty heat. My calf lays on top of his boxers leg while my foot almost cups along the edge of his belly. My cock is already rock hard. I can feel it squeezed tightly against his leg, only separated from touching by a thin piece of fabric.

My mind is racing! It's a comforting feeling but I'm embarrassed and excited and horny as hell! I'm trying desperately not to move, afraid to break this connection. I try to listen to hear if he's still sleeping. I hear him breathing a little heavily and accompanied by a soft, rhythmic rustling. I look down the length of the bed and can barely make out the sheet bobbing up and down. Fuck! Is he jerking off? I listen intently and the rustling matches the up and down motion of the sheets above his crotch. My dick throbs uncontrollably in my briefs and Ben stops. Fuck! I try not to move and mimic a slow steady pace of breathing as if I were asleep. A few second later he resumes. A slow rhythmic jerking, barely visible and barely audible, but incredibly hot. He moves his arm and I watch as he slowly lifts the sheet from off of him, doubling it up over me. I can barely make out the silhouette of a thick cock in the darkness. The rustling is gone with the sheets but I feel his body shake a little harder now as he jerks. I don't know if he's doing this because of me wrapped around his leg or in spite of me but I'm loving it either way. I feel his jerking motions get faster. I decide to see if it's me or not, see if he'll panic or not. I move a little, pretending to shift in my sleep. I grip his leg tightly, pushing my entire body into him and let out a soft moan as I push my hips into his thigh and rub my stiff bulge even harder into him. I hear a soft, breathy "fuck..." from the other end of the bed, shortly followed by the sound of wet splats of liquid hitting bare skin. His leg spasms underneath me and I hold it tightly as my own cock throbs out a wet sticky mess of precum.

I hear more rustling and the sound of what must be tissue being pulled from a box. He's cleaning himself up and I'm refusing to move. Both his and my breathing settles down and eventually we both start to drift back to sleep. I think to myself,"I can't wait for the showers tomorrow!"
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Thicc Shake said:
Part 3

I wake up to soft morning light spilling in through the edges of the blinds on the little window above my head. It must be early but I can't tell for sure. I look around for a clock, but can't see any. I realise I've left my phone in my shorts in my panic to get into bed last night. I'm still laying on my side but not pressed up against Ben anymore as I've stretched down the length of the bed. Ben's feet still stick out from under the blanket and they're pointed toward me again. I listen intently and only hear a soft breathing from the other end of the bed. Unsure if he's awake, I move my leg slowly towards him. Edging closer and closer until my toes graze his soft, hairy chest. I move my leg again until I feel my knee press against his firm belly. He shifts slightly and lets out a small grunt but quickly goes back to being still. I reach out my hand under the covers and place it on his leg again and lightly run it up and down. His legs are thick and firm with muscle. I can only reach as far as his thigh but this is still turning me on. My cock is begging to be jerked off but I have nothing to clean up with. Instead I just lay there beside him, stroking his leg and feeling his warmth.

I lay there for a little while before a loud, obnoxious beeping makes us both jump. With a disgruntled moan Ben turns over and fumbles to find his mobile phone on the shelf of the cabinet. He eventually manages to turn off the alarm and flops onto his back again. "How is it time to get up already?" I hear him moan. "Hey? Bud?" His hand roots around under the covers until he finds my foot. He gives holds it and gives it a little shake. "You awake?" He asks. "As if I could sleep through that!" I say pretending to sound like I just woke up. "Why is it so loud?" He chuckles a little. "Sorry, I have trouble getting up some times." - Well, that's understandable. I hear men your age have some trouble 'getting up'." I stress those last two words and raise my hands up into the air making quotation marks with my fingers. "Excuse me?!" He shouts while laughing and squeezes my foot tightly. "I'll have you know I'm not that much older than you and I have no problems getting anything up, thank you!" I laugh and he squeezes my foot again trying to cause a little pain."Ow!" I yell out and manage to pull my foot free. "Kids these days!" He says as he lifts the covers and swings his legs out of the bed to sit up on its edge. I look him up and down as he sits there rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He's fairly hairy except for his back which looks smooth until just before his waist. His boxers are riding low as he sits hunched over and I can see the top of his ass. A small tuft of dark blonde hair peeks out from between his cheeks. I lift myself up onto my elbow for a better look but as I do he turns around. "Time to get up, bud. We need to get on the road soon and we still need to shower." Fuck, yeah! I think to myself. After what happened last night I'm dying for the showers. A chance to maybe see Ben in all his glory but maybe also some time to jerk off.

We get our stuff together and head over to a small building that's separated in two, one side for men and the other for women. We open the large, creaking door to a small room that has benches running down one wall and some lockers on the other. A short, dark haired man is getting dressed as we enter. He says good morning and him and Ben exchange small talk about work before he leaves. We begin getting undressed and I focus as much energy as I can on not getting hard. Ben strips to his boxers and then with his back to me, slips those off to fall to his ankles. His ass is large and round, covered in hair that seems to get slightly thicker as it runs between his cheeks. He steps out of his boxers with one foot and with the other lifts his leg up. His foot is hooked onto his boxers and he uses it to lift them up and pull them off. As he lifts his leg his ass cheeks separate slightly. My face moves forward instinctively, wanting to be buried between his cheeks. I catch my self quickly and with a flushed face of embarrassment, turn away from him. I quickly pull off my own briefs before wrapping a towel around my waist. I turn back as Ben lifts his towel. He doesn't wrap it around his waist and instead throws it over his shoulder as he turns to me. "Ready to go, bud?" He says. I barely hear the question as my gaze immediately falls to his cock. The dark golden hair on his chest gets darker around his belly button as it trails down to a bush of pubic hair. A thick, 3 inch soft cock protrudes from them just above a pair of large, heavy-looking balls. I feel my own cock getting hard as something slaps my arm and jolts me back to reality. "Come on! We haven't got all day." Ben smirks and pulls my arm towards the rear of the room.

The next room contains six separate showers, three on each side that mirror the other. They're all empty but Ben goes to a shower at the end of the room and I do the same, taking the one across from him. The walls of the showers are floor-to-ceiling however, the doors are shorter, frosted glass that's held closed magnetically. You can see underneath the doors, up to around the calf, and over the top to around shoulder height. I turn the shower on and begin rinsing myself off. Each shower has two dispensers, one for soap and the other for shampoo. I brought some with me anyway, unsure of what to expect. I begin to wash myself quickly, thinking that I'll then have time to jerk off before I need to get out. I'm rinsing off my hair when I suddenly hear "Hey, bud?" I jump a little and spin around. Ben is stood at the door to my shower, his hair dripping wet and his fingers gripping the top of the door, peeking over. I instinctively cover my cock with my hands. My cock is a handful, even soft. It's uncut and hangs around six inches soft and when hard grows to around eight inches, long and straight as an arrow. "Fucking hell, Ben! What are you doing?" I gasp for breath a little and try to regain my composure. He chuckles "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. Have you got any shampoo? My dispenser is empty." I look at him quizzically. "Uh, yeah there's some in mine." Before I can say anything else or consider what to do next he says "Aww nice!" and pulls the door to my shower open. He walks inside like it's the most normal thing ever. His body is soaked so his usual golden hair is darker and clings to his body. The showers are fairly spacious but I back into the corner as he walks in. This is so surreal and I blurt out "Do you mind?!" He turns to me and laughs. "Calm down, bud." He nods towards my hands covering my crotch. "Nothing I haven't seen before." I mean, I guess he's right. He seems very comfortable with this. Maybe if I act like I am too I'll see him naked more often!

"I, uh, guess you're right. Just not really used to it." I say as I let my hands fall to my sides and try to relax. "Fucking hell!" Ben exclaims as a shocked look passes over his face. I cover my cock again, embarrassed. "What?!" I say as my face burns red. "Bud, what are you feeding that thing?! It's huge!" My face is roaring with heat as Ben stares at my crotch. "Move your hand, bud. That's nothing to be embarrassed about!" My cock throbs at the attention it's getting. I lower my hand again and my cock spasms a little, briefly flicking upwards. "Fucking hell! I should be the one covering my cock standing beside that monster." He reaches down and covers his own cock. I laugh and relax a little. "Don't laugh at me, bud!" He says smiling. "I'm not! Just an awkward situation." I say as my cock begins to grow to a semi-hard thickness. "I'll say!" Ben says laughing. He takes his hand away from his cock and I look down. As he turns and pumps the dispenser for the shampoo I get a good look. I swear it's gotten harder since before. He begins to lather his hair. "Sorry, bud. You want in?" He moves from under the shower head and along the wall opposite me. I move forward and beging rinsing myself off. I bend down, pretending to rinse off my legs, and bring my face in line with Ben's cock. It's a good few inches away from my face but I get a good look. It's definitely getting bigger and as I stare, it throbs. A thick vein pulsing along the shaft as it begins to rise. My semi grows in response, stiffening at the sight. I'm conscious of being caught and straighten myself to stand up again. I move back and Ben steps forward under the shower head again.

He closes his eyes and leans his head back to rinse off the shampoo. His body arches backwards and his hips are pushed forward. His cock is fully hard. It must be about 6 1/2 inches. Definitely smaller than mine but a hell of a lot thicker! It looks as thick as my wrist and curves upwards, almost running parallel to Ben's firm belly. He has a cut cock that I wasn't expecting and a large thick vein snakes from the base up the centre to a dark pink, fat head. The water from the shower cascades down his body and splashes against his cock. I want to reach out and grab it! Taste it! It takes me a second to even realise that I'm unconsciously stroking my own cock. I'm rock hard and it points straight out from my body, almost touching Ben. Ben moves forward, straightening up again as he pulls his head from under the shower. I let go off my cock and begin brushing water off my arms and trying to act nonchalant. "Alright, bud. All done!" Ben says as he shakes his head like a dog getting water off of his hair. He looks down at my rock-hard cock. "Shit! Maybe you're not all done?" He looks me in the eye and smirks. "Same to you by the looks of it." My eyes trail down his body to his cock. He looks down too. A small chuckle "Guess so." Suddenly there's the loud creaking of the front door. We both look up a little panicked. "Ah, thanks for the shampoo, bud." Ben says as he places a hand on top of the door and pulls it open. "How about you take five more minutes before we go?" He gestures to my cock and then leaves the shower and closes it behind him as he returns to his own. I watch him go and I die a little inside. Fuck! I think to myself. Was something about to happen?! That could have been the perfect moment. Fuck whoever just came in here!

I look across to the other shower and Ben is facing me but has his head back a little and his eyes closed. The blurry outline of his body seems to be moving quickly. He's definitely jerking off! I watch his face and begin to jerk my own cock. It's long and heavy and I wrap one hand around the shaft to jerk while the other moves in circles around my tip. I don't take my eyes off Ben. Watching his face as he strokes his cock. I move closer to the door for a better look. I hear whoever came in before come into the room. The opening and shutting of another shower and then the sound of running water. I look back to Ben and he has his eyes open looking slightly out and down the hall too. He looks over at me and we make eye contact. My cock throbs uncontrollably and we both continue jerking. He winks at me before closing his eyes and leaning back again. Fucking hell! I see his mouth open and while I can't hear it, I know he's panting. His eyes squeeze tightly and I see his feet move under the door. His toes curl along the ground and suddenly white spots begin hitting the glass door as his body heaves up and down. My cock pounds in my hands and I use both to jerk off. Both hands cupped around my cock, I push and pull them quickly up and down, my foreskin sliding back and forth over my sensitive tip until I cum. Thick, hot ropes of cum shoot from my cock and pound against the glass door. My knees go weak and I struggle to stand. I let go of my cock with one hand and steady myself by gripping the top of the door. My other hand continuing to jerk off as cum spills down my shaft or off onto the floor. As I gasp for breath I look up. Ben is across the way with both of his hands on top of his door, peeking over. His chest and cock are pushed against the glass. He looks me in the eye and smirks before giving me a wink and turning back under the shower.

Fucking hell! I needed that. I rinse myself off as my cock slowly begins to soften and wash away the cum on the shower door and floor. Ben is the first to leave the shower. "See you in the changing room, bud." He says waving into me. I quickly follow him out and pass by the other guy in the shower. We briefly make eye contact and I give him a look of pure disdain, still angry at what he might have interrupted. Ben and I dry ourselves off and I take the opportunity to steal more glances at his naked body. "Ready to go, bud?" He asks as I pull on my high tops. "Sure thing, sir!" I say with a wink and he and grins.
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Part 4

We grab some breakfast and then head back to the truck. Ben's giving the outside of the truck a look over while I tidy up inside. My mind is still reeling from the showers. It felt like something was going to happen between us before that other guy came in but I can't be sure. I've only ever known Ben with his ex-girlfriend so I've always assumed he was straight. Maybe he is. Maybe I'm just reading into things too much. He seemed comfortable in the shower but maybe that was just like locker room stuff? Guys just comfortable being around other guys. I let out a sigh and try to let it all go. What's the point in worrying about ifs and maybes? I may as well just enjoy the ride. The door opens and Ben hops in. "All good outside!" He says looking back at me. "Oh, look at this place all tidy! What a good little truck husband you are." I roll my eyes and throw the nearby box of tissues at him. "Hey!" He says blocking his face with his hands. I get up, pick up the box tissues and toss them back onto the bed as I sit down in the passenger seat. "Alright. Let's go, husband." I say buckling myself in. He smirks and starts the engine.

The day is similar to the one before; we chat, swap stories, and listen to the radio. It's a fairly dull, grey day and colder than the one before. We make a quick stop and I take the opportunity to swap my shorts for a pair of jeans and pull on a jacket. Ben seems completely unaffected by the weather, sticking to a t-shirt and shorts combo. "Aww, are you cold baby?" He says in a sad tone that's dripping with sarcasm. "Yes, I am actually!" I reply. He laughs at me a little and starts up the engine again. I see him reach over to the dashboard as we get back on the road and then I feel the soft breeze of the AC which quickly begins to heat up. I look over at him and smile but he's just watching the road. He likes to joke and tease me but he's genuinely sweet underneath it all. As the day goes on it gets darker and begins to rain. "We're not too far now." Ben says nodding to a road sign. "We'll sleep over tonight, drop the goods off tomorrow morning and then head back." Already halfway through our trip, I think to myself. "Sounds good." I say staring out the window.

We pull into another truck stop. It's busier than the last place but we find a space to park. Ben turns to me "OK. Now it's time for your job." I look at him with a raised eyebrow. "What's my job exactly?" He grins. "You need to run out and get us food." My face drops. The rain outside has gotten heavier as the day went on and is now pelting the windows with force. "Seriously?" I ask. He nods. "Yup! Besides I've been driving all day. Ah, ouch, my poor old legs." He makes a sad face and a show of rubbing his leg. "Oh, so now you're an old man?" I scoff. "For this exact purpose. Yes!" He says, grinning widely. I roll my eyes but can't help but to smile. "Fine!" I say standing up and fetching a coat from the back. "It's not too far. There's a little place just to the left of where we came in." I bundle up, take his order, and jump out of the truck. I run as fast as I can. By the time I get there I'm already soaked. I order some food for both of us and wait for it to be ready while I drip on to the floor. When it's ready I manage to squeeze the bag partially into my coat and cover the rest with my arms before bolting back to the truck. The truck door opens as I approach and Ben leans over to reach out and take the food. I clamber back inside and step onto an old dirty sheet on the floor between our seats. "Ah! Don't move!" Ben demands as he points at me. "I've put that down to soak up your drips!" I look him in the eyes. "Oh gee, thanks." I say, exasperated. "Now strip!" He says sternly but with a cheeky smirk on his face. "Excuse me?" I ask shyly. "Strip! You can't sit on the bed if you're wet!" Something about his stern demands make my knees weak and my cock throb. I slide my coat off onto the sheet on the floor. My t-shirt is dry so I leave it on. I kick off my soaked shoes and unbutton my jeans. Ben has a makeshift tray on top of the bed where he is beginning to lay out the food. I pull my jeans and socks off and leave them on the floor too. Ben looks me up and down as I walk toward the bed. "These are dry!" I say pulling up my t-shirt a little and exposing my briefs to him. He grins and holds up his hands "OK, OK, I don't want any trouble." He reaches over to the cabinet and hands me a small, soft towel. "Thanks." I say, patting down my face and then running it over my arms and legs, drying any dampness left by my clothes. I place the towel back and then scramble onto the bed. We eat and talk about the plan for tomorrow. It seems straightforward, we drop off the goods, sign some paperwork, and head back. "You cold?" Ben asks. I've been shivering slightly, only wearing my t-shirt and briefs. "Yeah, someone made me take all my clothes off." I give him a wicked look. "I didn't say you couldn't put more on!" He stands up and gathers the leftover food together and places it onto the little fold-down table. "Go on. Get in." He says nodding to the bed. I slide back and pull the blanket from underneath me and slide under the covers.

I lay back and watch Ben as he fusses around the cabin. He double checks the doors and covers the windows like last night, stepping over the wet pile of clothes to do so. He comes back to the edge of the bed and I watch him as he strips off his own clothes. Off comes his t-shirt, exposing his large hairy chest and firm, rounded belly. Off with his shorts and socks, placing them all on the side. He stretches as much as he can inside the cabin while wearing another pair of baggy boxers. They're a light grey checked pattern this time and I watch his bulge shift as he moves. He lifts up the covers and slides underneath, sitting up with his back against the wall. I'm laying opposite him again, top and tail. He fiddles with the cabinet and pulls out a small book and puts on a pair of glasses. "Since when do you wear glasses?". I ask, surprised. He looks at me over the top of his glasses. "I only use them to read." He states. "Ah OK... and since when can you read?" I say with a smirk. He glares at me but a smile breaks through. "Oh, you think you're funny?" He reaches under the sheets and grabs for my feet again. "Hey!" I shout laughing and squirming away. He manages to grab my right foot and squeezes it in his large hand. "Your feet are freezing, bud!" He exclaims. "Yeah, I'm still cold!" I fire back. "You should have said something. Come lay up here." He gestures to the space beside him. He doesn't need to tell me twice. I grab my pillow and throw it up the bed beside him and twist under the covers to move up next to him. I'm not even touching him yet but I can feel the warmth radiate off him. He's still sitting up with his back to the wall and begins reading his book. His top half is naked and exposed while below his waist is covered by the sheets. I lay down on my side and slowly move my body towards his. I reach out cautiously and my finger tips graze his thigh. I pull them away quickly, afraid this is weird for him. As he turns a page though he lowers his arm and places a firm, comforting hand on my shoulder. He gives it a small squeeze that sends an electric current through my body. I use this as a sign to push closer, sliding my hand onto his thigh and pushing my body against him. The soft hair of his thigh brushes against my chest while his calf hair tickles around my belly button. His heat and touch are driving me wild. My cock grows hard and strains against the constraining fabric of my briefs. He lifts his hand every so often to flip the page but always puts it back onto my shoulder with a soft squeeze. I shift up slightly and feel my bulge push against what must be the sole of his foot. I panic a little but he doesn't move. I keep still, my cock pushed against the sole of his foot. I flex my cock in my briefs and it pushes against him. A brief pause and then he moves his foot ever so slightly to one side and back again. It's a small stroke that runs briefly across the shaft of my cock and I struggle not to let out a small moan. I get a little braver and flex my cock again while pushing my hips up a little. I feel my bulge push into his foot and slide up it just a little. Suddenly his leg jerks and he chuckles "Ah, that tickled!" I look up and he's staring down to me at his waist. My face floods with embarrassment "Sorry!" I mumble "Must have drifted off there for a second." I say unconvincingly. "Oh. OK." He says looking a little confused. I'm so embarrassed that I take my arm from off his thigh and turn away from him, separating our bodies. He reaches down again and rubs my shoulder. "Goodnight." He whispers. "Night." I whisper back.

Only I don't sleep. I lay there as waves of embarrassment wash over me. Did I think he liked me pushing my cock against him? He was probably trying to move away when he grazed my bulge. Eventually I hear Ben behind me put his book away and he turns off the small light. He shifts down under the covers and the bed shakes a little as he gets comfortable. Suddenly Ben's hand slides over my waist and traces my skin to the front of my stomach. His hand lightly presses into me, almost pulling me backwards as he shifts forwards. His firm stomach makes contact with my lower back. The soft fur tickles me before his belly is pressed against me hot and firm. I do my best to shift backward a little, pretending I'm readjusting in my sleep. Ben's arm is heavy as it lays across my side and wraps around my stomach. His fingers seem to absentmindedly trace the thin trail of hair around my belly button. Every touch is making my cock pulse and I'm struggling to breath normally. My heart is pounding and I'm sure he can feel it. His fingers continue to stroke the hair on my belly button and he follows the trail down to the waistband of my briefs. What is he doing? He doesn't go any further but runs his finger tips along the edge of the band before moving his hand back up. My cock is begging for him to go lower. I shift a little and lift my arm. I feel Ben slowly begin to pull away but I place my arm over his with my hand on top of his own. I interlace my fingers between his and pull his hand back. He doesn't resist and his fingers begin to stroke my skin again, my own fingers tips moving alongside his. Both of our fingers graze the band of my briefs when he pauses. I gently press on, urging him to move further down. His hand follows in mine and our fingers move along the large, arcing bulge of my briefs. "What are you doing?" a soft whisper in my ear. I gulp, a mixed feeling of arousal and surprising confidence washes over me. "Finishing what we started this morning."

My cock is as hard as rock beneath our combined touch. My pinky finger is the first to make contact with a warm, wet patch of sticky precum that has soaked my briefs. Ben's finger grazes it next and there's a sudden hesitation in his touch before he presses his finger into it. His firm touch pushing against the head of my cock, urging it to spill out more. His fingers shift from between mine and wrap around my bulge. His large, strong hand runs back and forward, a slow jerking motion and I can't help but let out a small gasp of pleasure. His fingers are running over my bulge and move down its side to the leg of my briefs. The edge of the fabric is stretched away from my body by my erect cock and Ben slides his fingers underneath. His finger tips stroke the edge of my cock for a moment before he grips the fabric and pulls. I lift my hips slightly and he easily pulls my briefs down my thighs, my cock springing out against the sheets. His hand returns, sliding across my naked hip and into the short bush of pubic hair at the base of my cock. He shifts behind me, forcing himself as close as possible. I feel his warm breath on my neck and turn my head towards him just a little. I respond to his movement by pushing my hips backward. My now bare ass connects with the pointed fabric of his boxers. His thick, round cock underneath meets my cheeks and he slides it up the curve of my ass. At the same time he grips the base of my cock tightly. I let out a surprised moan. His grip on my cock is tight as he uses it leverage me against his own cock pressed against my ass. He begins stroking me in long, slow movements and I throb in his hand. It's warm and a little rough on my cock and although he's only starting, I feel like I could cum. He continues to jerk my cock and steadily quickens his pace. I begin to grind backwards onto the hard cock in his boxers, matching the pace of his strokes. I feel his hot breath panting by my ear and I start to let out small, breathy gasps as I get close to cumming. He moves his hand up my cock and focuses his strokes back and forth over the head. He rubs the tip, coating his palm with slick precum before using it as lube to continue stroking me. "Fuck..." I whisper breathlessly. "I'm going to cum!" He picks up his pace again, a steady fast stroke that make me spasm in his hand. I let out a loud, drawn out moan as my cock pulses uncontrollably in Ben's hand. A huge load of thick, hot cum erupts from the tip and sprays the sheets. He continues to stroke my cock as I cum and my entire body jolts in waves of ecstasy against him. I feel him move, forcing his other hand between us. Then the feeling of warm skin brushing my ass cheeks as he pulls his own cock out. There's a fast, rapid jerking motion between us and slapping against my ass cheeks. He slowly stops jerking me off and runs his hand over my tip, covering his fingers in cum. His hand emerges from the sheets and he brings it to my face. His cum covered fingers brush against my chin and up to my lips. I open them expectedly and pushes them into my mouth. My tounge laps up my own hot, salty load from his fingers. "Mmm yeah" I hear him moan. The jerking of his own cock hastens, his precum covered tip just barely pushing between my cheeks. "Holy fuck!" He gasps and I feel hot liquid hit my ass and lower back. I bite down not too gently on his fingers as he pushes his cock a little further between my cheeks. It's throbs and squirts the last drops of cum as he pulls his fingers from my mouth. He grips my hip and grinds his cock into me one last time. His cum covered head just barely making contact with my tight hole before he collapses into me. "Fucking hell." He whispers in the dark. "That definitely made up for this morning."
 
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Part 4

We grab some breakfast and then head back to the truck. Ben's giving the outside of the truck a look over while I tidy up inside. My mind is still reeling from the showers. It felt like something was going to happen between us before that other guy came in but I can't be sure. I've only ever known Ben with his ex-girlfriend so I've always assumed he was straight. Maybe he is. Maybe I'm just reading into things too much. He seemed comfortable in the shower but maybe that was just like locker room stuff? Guys just comfortable being around other guys. I let out a sigh and try to let it all go. What's the point in worrying about ifs and maybes? I may as well just enjoy the ride. The door opens and Ben hops in. "All good outside!" He says looking back at me. "Oh, look at this place all tidy! What a good little truck husband you are." I roll my eyes and throw the nearby box of tissues at him. "Hey!" He says blocking his face with his hands. I get up, pick up the box tissues and toss them back onto the bed as I sit down in the passenger seat. "Alright. Let's go, husband." I say buckling myself in. He smirks and starts the engine.

The day is similar to the one before; we chat, swap stories, and listen to the radio. It's a fairly dull, grey day and colder than the one before. We make a quick stop and I take the opportunity to swap my shorts for a pair of jeans and pull on a jacket. Ben seems completely unaffected by the weather, sticking to a t-shirt and shorts combo. "Aww, are you cold baby?" He says in a sad tone that's dripping with sarcasm. "Yes, I am actually!" I reply. He laughs at me a little and starts up the engine again. I see him reach over to the dashboard as we get back on the road and then I feel the soft breeze of the AC which quickly begins to heat up. I look over at him and smile but he's just watching the road. He likes to joke and tease me but he's genuinely sweet underneath it all. As the day goes on it gets darker and begins to rain. "We're not too far now." Ben says nodding to a road sign. "We'll sleep over tonight, drop the goods off tomorrow morning and then head back." Already halfway through our trip, I think to myself. "Sounds good." I say staring out the window.

We pull into another truck stop. It's busier than the last place but we find a space to park. Ben turns to me "OK. Now it's time for your job." I look at him with a raised eyebrow. "What's my job exactly?" He grins. "You need to run out and get us food." My face drops. The rain outside has gotten heavier as the day went on and is now pelting the windows with force. "Seriously?" I ask. He nods. "Yup! Besides I've been driving all day. Ah, ouch, my poor old legs." He makes a sad face and a show of rubbing his leg. "Oh, so now you're an old man?" I scoff. "For this exact purpose. Yes!" He says, grinning widely. I roll my eyes but can't help but to smile. "Fine!" I say standing up and fetching a coat from the back. "It's not too far. There's a little place just to the left of where we came in." I bundle up, take his order, and jump out of the truck. I run as fast as I can. By the time I get there I'm already soaked. I order some food for both of us and wait for it to be ready while I drip on to the floor. When it's ready I manage to squeeze the bag partially into my coat and cover the rest with my arms before bolting back to the truck. The truck door opens as I approach and Ben leans over to reach out and take the food. I clamber back inside and step onto an old dirty sheet on the floor between our seats. "Ah! Don't move!" Ben demands as he points at me. "I've put that down to soak up your drips!" I look him in the eyes. "Oh gee, thanks." I say, exasperated. "Now strip!" He says sternly but with a cheeky smirk on his face. "Excuse me?" I ask shyly. "Strip! You can't sit on the bed if you're wet!" Something about his stern demands make my knees weak and my cock throb. I slide my coat off onto the sheet on the floor. My t-shirt is dry so I leave it on. I kick off my soaked shoes and unbutton my jeans. Ben has a makeshift tray on top of the bed where he is beginning to lay out the food. I pull my jeans and socks off and leave them on the floor too. Ben looks me up and down as I walk toward the bed. "These are dry!" I say pulling up my t-shirt a little and exposing my briefs to him. He grins and holds up his hands "OK, OK, I don't want any trouble." He reaches over to the cabinet and hands me a small, soft towel. "Thanks." I say, patting down my face and then running it over my arms and legs, drying any dampness left by my clothes. I place the towel back and then scramble onto the bed. We eat and talk about the plan for tomorrow. It seems straightforward, we drop off the goods, sign some paperwork, and head back. "You cold?" Ben asks. I've been shivering slightly, only wearing my t-shirt and briefs. "Yeah, someone made me take all my clothes off." I give him a wicked look. "I didn't say you couldn't put more on!" He stands up and gathers the leftover food together and places it onto the little fold-down table. "Go on. Get in." He says nodding to the bed. I slide back and pull the blanket from underneath me and slide under the covers.

I lay back and watch Ben as he fusses around the cabin. He double checks the doors and covers the windows like last night, stepping over the wet pile of clothes to do so. He comes back to the edge of the bed and I watch him as he strips off his own clothes. Off comes his t-shirt, exposing his large hairy chest and firm, rounded belly. Off with his shorts and socks, placing them all on the side. He stretches as much as he can inside the cabin while wearing another pair of baggy boxers. They're a light grey checked pattern this time and I watch his bulge shift as he moves. He lifts up the covers and slides underneath, sitting up with his back against the wall. I'm laying opposite him again, top and tail. He fiddles with the cabinet and pulls out a small book and puts on a pair of glasses. "Since when do you wear glasses?". I ask, surprised. He looks at me over the top of his glasses. "I only use them to read." He states. "Ah OK... and since when can you read?" I say with a smirk. He glares at me but a smile breaks through. "Oh, you think you're funny?" He reaches under the sheets and grabs for my feet again. "Hey!" I shout laughing and squirming away. He manages to grab my right foot and squeezes it in his large hand. "Your feet are freezing, bud!" He exclaims. "Yeah, I'm still cold!" I fire back. "You should have said something. Come lay up here." He gestures to the space beside him. He doesn't need to tell me twice. I grab my pillow and throw it up the bed beside him and twist under the covers to move up next to him. I'm not even touching him yet but I can feel the warmth radiate off him. He's still sitting up with his back to the wall and begins reading his book. His top half is naked and exposed while below his waist is covered by the sheets. I lay down on my side and slowly move my body towards his. I reach out cautiously and my finger tips graze his thigh. I pull them away quickly, afraid this is weird for him. As he turns a page though he lowers his arm and places a firm, comforting hand on my shoulder. He gives it a small squeeze that sends an electric current through my body. I use this as a sign to push closer, sliding my hand onto his thigh and pushing my body against him. The soft hair of his thigh brushes against my chest while his calf hair tickles around my belly button. His heat and touch are driving me wild. My cock grows hard and strains against the constraining fabric of my briefs. He lifts his hand every so often to flip the page but always puts it back onto my shoulder with a soft squeeze. I shift up slightly and feel my bulge push against what must be the sole of his foot. I panic a little but he doesn't move. I keep still, my cock pushed against the sole of his foot. I flex my cock in my briefs and it pushes against him. A brief pause and then he moves his foot ever so slightly to one side and back again. It's a small stroke that runs briefly across the shaft of my cock and I struggle not to let out a small moan. I get a little braver and flex my cock again while pushing my hips up a little. I feel my bulge push into his foot and slide up it just a little. Suddenly his leg jerks and he chuckles "Ah, that tickled!" I look up and he's staring down to me at his waist. My face floods with embarrassment "Sorry!" I mumble "Must have drifted off there for a second." I say unconvincingly. "Oh. OK." He says looking a little confused. I'm so embarrassed that I take my arm from off his thigh and turn away from him, separating our bodies. He reaches down again and rubs my shoulder. "Goodnight." He whispers. "Night." I whisper back.

Only I don't sleep. I lay there as waves of embarrassment wash over me. Did I think he liked me pushing my cock against him? He was probably trying to move away when he grazed my bulge. Eventually I hear Ben behind me put his book away and he turns off the small light. He shifts down under the covers and the bed shakes a little as he gets comfortable. Suddenly Ben's hand slides over my waist and traces my skin to the front of my stomach. His hand lightly presses into me, almost pulling me backwards as he shifts forwards. His firm stomach makes contact with my lower back. The soft fur tickles me before his belly is pressed against me hot and firm. I do my best to shift backward a little, pretending I'm readjusting in my sleep. Ben's arm is heavy as it lays across my side and wraps around my stomach. His fingers seem to absentmindedly trace the thin trail of hair around my belly button. Every touch is making my cock pulse and I'm struggling to breath normally. My heart is pounding and I'm sure he can feel it. His fingers continue to stroke the hair on my belly button and he follows the trail down to the waistband of my briefs. What is he doing? He doesn't go any further but runs his finger tips along the edge of the band before moving his hand back up. My cock is begging for him to go lower. I shift a little and lift my arm. I feel Ben slowly begin to pull away but I place my arm over his with my hand on top of his own. I interlace my fingers between his and pull his hand back. He doesn't resist and his fingers begin to stroke my skin again, my own fingers tips moving alongside his. Both of our fingers graze the band of my briefs when he pauses. I gently press on, urging him to move further down. His hand follows in mine and our fingers move along the large, arcing bulge of my briefs. "What are you doing?" a soft whisper in my ear. I gulp, a mixed feeling of arousal and surprising confidence washes over me. "Finishing what we started this morning."

My cock is as hard as rock beneath our combined touch. My pinky finger is the first to make contact with a warm, wet patch of sticky precum that has soaked my briefs. Ben's finger grazes it next and there's a sudden hesitation in his touch before he presses his finger into it. His firm touch pushing against the head of my cock, urging it to spill out more. His fingers shift from between mine and wrap around my bulge. His large, strong hand runs back and forward, a slow jerking motion and I can't help but let out a small gasp of pleasure. His fingers are running over my bulge and move down its side to the leg of my briefs. The edge of the fabric is stretched away from my body by my erect cock and Ben slides his fingers underneath. His finger tips stroke the edge of my cock for a moment before he grips the fabric and pulls. I lift my hips slightly and he easily pulls my briefs down my thighs, my cock springing out against the sheets. His hand returns, sliding across my naked hip and into the short bush of pubic hair at the base of my cock. He shifts behind me, forcing himself as close as possible. I feel his warm breath on my neck and turn my head towards him just a little. I respond to his movement by pushing my hips backward. My now bare ass connects with the pointed fabric of his boxers. His thick, round cock underneath meets my cheeks and he slides it up the curve of my ass. At the same time he grips the base of my cock tightly. I let out a surprised moan. His grip on my cock is tight as he uses it leverage me against his own cock pressed against my ass. He begins stroking me in long, slow movements and I throb in his hand. It's warm and a little rough on my cock and although he's only starting, I feel like I could cum. He continues to jerk my cock and steadily quickens his pace. I begin to grind backwards onto the hard cock in his boxers, matching the pace of his strokes. I feel his hot breath panting by my ear and I start to let out small, breathy gasps as I get close to cumming. He moves his hand up my cock and focuses his strokes back and forth over the head. He rubs the tip, coating his palm with slick precum before using it as lube to continue stroking me. "Fuck..." I whisper breathlessly. "I'm going to cum!" He picks up his pace again, a steady fast stroke that make me spasm in his hand. I let out a loud, drawn out moan as my cock pulses uncontrollably in Ben's hand. A huge load of thick, hot cum erupts from the tip and sprays the sheets. He continues to stroke my cock as I cum and my entire body jolts in waves of ecstasy against him. I feel him move, forcing his other hand between us. Then the feeling of warm skin brushing my ass cheeks as he pulls his own cock out. There's a fast, rapid jerking motion between us and slapping against my ass cheeks. He slowly stops jerking me off and runs his hand over my tip, covering his fingers in cum. His hand emerges from the sheets and he brings it to my face. His cum covered fingers brush against my chin and up to my lips. I open them expectedly and pushes them into my mouth. My tounge laps up my own hot, salty load from his fingers. "Mmm yeah" I hear him moan. The jerking of his own cock hastens, his precum covered tip just barely pushing between my cheeks. "Holy fuck!" He gasps and I feel hot liquid hit my ass and lower back. I bite down not too gently on his fingers as he pushes his cock a little further between my cheeks. It's throbs and squirts the last drops of cum as he pulls his fingers from my mouth. He grips my hip and grinds his cock into me one last time. His cum covered head just barely making contact with my tight hole before he collapses into me. "Fucking hell." He whispers in the dark. "That definitely made up for this morning."
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Wow, such a hot story. May be time for me to finish off like the two of you !
 
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wow that was well written :)
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Thanks man! I feel like my writing goes down hill a little when I get too busy thinking up dirty ideas :laughing: I need to start triple checking it before I post it lol
 
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Part 4

We grab some breakfast and then head back to the truck. Ben's giving the outside of the truck a look over while I tidy up inside. My mind is still reeling from the showers. It felt like something was going to happen between us before that other guy came in but I can't be sure. I've only ever known Ben with his ex-girlfriend so I've always assumed he was straight. Maybe he is. Maybe I'm just reading into things too much. He seemed comfortable in the shower but maybe that was just like locker room stuff? Guys just comfortable being around other guys. I let out a sigh and try to let it all go. What's the point in worrying about ifs and maybes? I may as well just enjoy the ride. The door opens and Ben hops in. "All good outside!" He says looking back at me. "Oh, look at this place all tidy! What a good little truck husband you are." I roll my eyes and throw the nearby box of tissues at him. "Hey!" He says blocking his face with his hands. I get up, pick up the box tissues and toss them back onto the bed as I sit down in the passenger seat. "Alright. Let's go, husband." I say buckling myself in. He smirks and starts the engine.

The day is similar to the one before; we chat, swap stories, and listen to the radio. It's a fairly dull, grey day and colder than the one before. We make a quick stop and I take the opportunity to swap my shorts for a pair of jeans and pull on a jacket. Ben seems completely unaffected by the weather, sticking to a t-shirt and shorts combo. "Aww, are you cold baby?" He says in a sad tone that's dripping with sarcasm. "Yes, I am actually!" I reply. He laughs at me a little and starts up the engine again. I see him reach over to the dashboard as we get back on the road and then I feel the soft breeze of the AC which quickly begins to heat up. I look over at him and smile but he's just watching the road. He likes to joke and tease me but he's genuinely sweet underneath it all. As the day goes on it gets darker and begins to rain. "We're not too far now." Ben says nodding to a road sign. "We'll sleep over tonight, drop the goods off tomorrow morning and then head back." Already halfway through our trip, I think to myself. "Sounds good." I say staring out the window.

We pull into another truck stop. It's busier than the last place but we find a space to park. Ben turns to me "OK. Now it's time for your job." I look at him with a raised eyebrow. "What's my job exactly?" He grins. "You need to run out and get us food." My face drops. The rain outside has gotten heavier as the day went on and is now pelting the windows with force. "Seriously?" I ask. He nods. "Yup! Besides I've been driving all day. Ah, ouch, my poor old legs." He makes a sad face and a show of rubbing his leg. "Oh, so now you're an old man?" I scoff. "For this exact purpose. Yes!" He says, grinning widely. I roll my eyes but can't help but to smile. "Fine!" I say standing up and fetching a coat from the back. "It's not too far. There's a little place just to the left of where we came in." I bundle up, take his order, and jump out of the truck. I run as fast as I can. By the time I get there I'm already soaked. I order some food for both of us and wait for it to be ready while I drip on to the floor. When it's ready I manage to squeeze the bag partially into my coat and cover the rest with my arms before bolting back to the truck. The truck door opens as I approach and Ben leans over to reach out and take the food. I clamber back inside and step onto an old dirty sheet on the floor between our seats. "Ah! Don't move!" Ben demands as he points at me. "I've put that down to soak up your drips!" I look him in the eyes. "Oh gee, thanks." I say, exasperated. "Now strip!" He says sternly but with a cheeky smirk on his face. "Excuse me?" I ask shyly. "Strip! You can't sit on the bed if you're wet!" Something about his stern demands make my knees weak and my cock throb. I slide my coat off onto the sheet on the floor. My t-shirt is dry so I leave it on. I kick off my soaked shoes and unbutton my jeans. Ben has a makeshift tray on top of the bed where he is beginning to lay out the food. I pull my jeans and socks off and leave them on the floor too. Ben looks me up and down as I walk toward the bed. "These are dry!" I say pulling up my t-shirt a little and exposing my briefs to him. He grins and holds up his hands "OK, OK, I don't want any trouble." He reaches over to the cabinet and hands me a small, soft towel. "Thanks." I say, patting down my face and then running it over my arms and legs, drying any dampness left by my clothes. I place the towel back and then scramble onto the bed. We eat and talk about the plan for tomorrow. It seems straightforward, we drop off the goods, sign some paperwork, and head back. "You cold?" Ben asks. I've been shivering slightly, only wearing my t-shirt and briefs. "Yeah, someone made me take all my clothes off." I give him a wicked look. "I didn't say you couldn't put more on!" He stands up and gathers the leftover food together and places it onto the little fold-down table. "Go on. Get in." He says nodding to the bed. I slide back and pull the blanket from underneath me and slide under the covers.

I lay back and watch Ben as he fusses around the cabin. He double checks the doors and covers the windows like last night, stepping over the wet pile of clothes to do so. He comes back to the edge of the bed and I watch him as he strips off his own clothes. Off comes his t-shirt, exposing his large hairy chest and firm, rounded belly. Off with his shorts and socks, placing them all on the side. He stretches as much as he can inside the cabin while wearing another pair of baggy boxers. They're a light grey checked pattern this time and I watch his bulge shift as he moves. He lifts up the covers and slides underneath, sitting up with his back against the wall. I'm laying opposite him again, top and tail. He fiddles with the cabinet and pulls out a small book and puts on a pair of glasses. "Since when do you wear glasses?". I ask, surprised. He looks at me over the top of his glasses. "I only use them to read." He states. "Ah OK... and since when can you read?" I say with a smirk. He glares at me but a smile breaks through. "Oh, you think you're funny?" He reaches under the sheets and grabs for my feet again. "Hey!" I shout laughing and squirming away. He manages to grab my right foot and squeezes it in his large hand. "Your feet are freezing, bud!" He exclaims. "Yeah, I'm still cold!" I fire back. "You should have said something. Come lay up here." He gestures to the space beside him. He doesn't need to tell me twice. I grab my pillow and throw it up the bed beside him and twist under the covers to move up next to him. I'm not even touching him yet but I can feel the warmth radiate off him. He's still sitting up with his back to the wall and begins reading his book. His top half is naked and exposed while below his waist is covered by the sheets. I lay down on my side and slowly move my body towards his. I reach out cautiously and my finger tips graze his thigh. I pull them away quickly, afraid this is weird for him. As he turns a page though he lowers his arm and places a firm, comforting hand on my shoulder. He gives it a small squeeze that sends an electric current through my body. I use this as a sign to push closer, sliding my hand onto his thigh and pushing my body against him. The soft hair of his thigh brushes against my chest while his calf hair tickles around my belly button. His heat and touch are driving me wild. My cock grows hard and strains against the constraining fabric of my briefs. He lifts his hand every so often to flip the page but always puts it back onto my shoulder with a soft squeeze. I shift up slightly and feel my bulge push against what must be the sole of his foot. I panic a little but he doesn't move. I keep still, my cock pushed against the sole of his foot. I flex my cock in my briefs and it pushes against him. A brief pause and then he moves his foot ever so slightly to one side and back again. It's a small stroke that runs briefly across the shaft of my cock and I struggle not to let out a small moan. I get a little braver and flex my cock again while pushing my hips up a little. I feel my bulge push into his foot and slide up it just a little. Suddenly his leg jerks and he chuckles "Ah, that tickled!" I look up and he's staring down to me at his waist. My face floods with embarrassment "Sorry!" I mumble "Must have drifted off there for a second." I say unconvincingly. "Oh. OK." He says looking a little confused. I'm so embarrassed that I take my arm from off his thigh and turn away from him, separating our bodies. He reaches down again and rubs my shoulder. "Goodnight." He whispers. "Night." I whisper back.

Only I don't sleep. I lay there as waves of embarrassment wash over me. Did I think he liked me pushing my cock against him? He was probably trying to move away when he grazed my bulge. Eventually I hear Ben behind me put his book away and he turns off the small light. He shifts down under the covers and the bed shakes a little as he gets comfortable. Suddenly Ben's hand slides over my waist and traces my skin to the front of my stomach. His hand lightly presses into me, almost pulling me backwards as he shifts forwards. His firm stomach makes contact with my lower back. The soft fur tickles me before his belly is pressed against me hot and firm. I do my best to shift backward a little, pretending I'm readjusting in my sleep. Ben's arm is heavy as it lays across my side and wraps around my stomach. His fingers seem to absentmindedly trace the thin trail of hair around my belly button. Every touch is making my cock pulse and I'm struggling to breath normally. My heart is pounding and I'm sure he can feel it. His fingers continue to stroke the hair on my belly button and he follows the trail down to the waistband of my briefs. What is he doing? He doesn't go any further but runs his finger tips along the edge of the band before moving his hand back up. My cock is begging for him to go lower. I shift a little and lift my arm. I feel Ben slowly begin to pull away but I place my arm over his with my hand on top of his own. I interlace my fingers between his and pull his hand back. He doesn't resist and his fingers begin to stroke my skin again, my own fingers tips moving alongside his. Both of our fingers graze the band of my briefs when he pauses. I gently press on, urging him to move further down. His hand follows in mine and our fingers move along the large, arcing bulge of my briefs. "What are you doing?" a soft whisper in my ear. I gulp, a mixed feeling of arousal and surprising confidence washes over me. "Finishing what we started this morning."

My cock is as hard as rock beneath our combined touch. My pinky finger is the first to make contact with a warm, wet patch of sticky precum that has soaked my briefs. Ben's finger grazes it next and there's a sudden hesitation in his touch before he presses his finger into it. His firm touch pushing against the head of my cock, urging it to spill out more. His fingers shift from between mine and wrap around my bulge. His large, strong hand runs back and forward, a slow jerking motion and I can't help but let out a small gasp of pleasure. His fingers are running over my bulge and move down its side to the leg of my briefs. The edge of the fabric is stretched away from my body by my erect cock and Ben slides his fingers underneath. His finger tips stroke the edge of my cock for a moment before he grips the fabric and pulls. I lift my hips slightly and he easily pulls my briefs down my thighs, my cock springing out against the sheets. His hand returns, sliding across my naked hip and into the short bush of pubic hair at the base of my cock. He shifts behind me, forcing himself as close as possible. I feel his warm breath on my neck and turn my head towards him just a little. I respond to his movement by pushing my hips backward. My now bare ass connects with the pointed fabric of his boxers. His thick, round cock underneath meets my cheeks and he slides it up the curve of my ass. At the same time he grips the base of my cock tightly. I let out a surprised moan. His grip on my cock is tight as he uses it leverage me against his own cock pressed against my ass. He begins stroking me in long, slow movements and I throb in his hand. It's warm and a little rough on my cock and although he's only starting, I feel like I could cum. He continues to jerk my cock and steadily quickens his pace. I begin to grind backwards onto the hard cock in his boxers, matching the pace of his strokes. I feel his hot breath panting by my ear and I start to let out small, breathy gasps as I get close to cumming. He moves his hand up my cock and focuses his strokes back and forth over the head. He rubs the tip, coating his palm with slick precum before using it as lube to continue stroking me. "Fuck..." I whisper breathlessly. "I'm going to cum!" He picks up his pace again, a steady fast stroke that make me spasm in his hand. I let out a loud, drawn out moan as my cock pulses uncontrollably in Ben's hand. A huge load of thick, hot cum erupts from the tip and sprays the sheets. He continues to stroke my cock as I cum and my entire body jolts in waves of ecstasy against him. I feel him move, forcing his other hand between us. Then the feeling of warm skin brushing my ass cheeks as he pulls his own cock out. There's a fast, rapid jerking motion between us and slapping against my ass cheeks. He slowly stops jerking me off and runs his hand over my tip, covering his fingers in cum. His hand emerges from the sheets and he brings it to my face. His cum covered fingers brush against my chin and up to my lips. I open them expectedly and pushes them into my mouth. My tounge laps up my own hot, salty load from his fingers. "Mmm yeah" I hear him moan. The jerking of his own cock hastens, his precum covered tip just barely pushing between my cheeks. "Holy fuck!" He gasps and I feel hot liquid hit my ass and lower back. I bite down not too gently on his fingers as he pushes his cock a little further between my cheeks. It's throbs and squirts the last drops of cum as he pulls his fingers from my mouth. He grips my hip and grinds his cock into me one last time. His cum covered head just barely making contact with my tight hole before he collapses into me. "Fucking hell." He whispers in the dark. "That definitely made up for this morning."
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Wow precumed imagining it can't wait for part 5
 
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Hot! There's no greater compliment than hearing about you guys being turned on from reading my story!
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It would be hotter if u put pictures what's your bodies look like and how the place u were in looks like do it pls
 
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Part 4

We grab some breakfast and then head back to the truck. Ben's giving the outside of the truck a look over while I tidy up inside. My mind is still reeling from the showers. It felt like something was going to happen between us before that other guy came in but I can't be sure. I've only ever known Ben with his ex-girlfriend so I've always assumed he was straight. Maybe he is. Maybe I'm just reading into things too much. He seemed comfortable in the shower but maybe that was just like locker room stuff? Guys just comfortable being around other guys. I let out a sigh and try to let it all go. What's the point in worrying about ifs and maybes? I may as well just enjoy the ride. The door opens and Ben hops in. "All good outside!" He says looking back at me. "Oh, look at this place all tidy! What a good little truck husband you are." I roll my eyes and throw the nearby box of tissues at him. "Hey!" He says blocking his face with his hands. I get up, pick up the box tissues and toss them back onto the bed as I sit down in the passenger seat. "Alright. Let's go, husband." I say buckling myself in. He smirks and starts the engine.

The day is similar to the one before; we chat, swap stories, and listen to the radio. It's a fairly dull, grey day and colder than the one before. We make a quick stop and I take the opportunity to swap my shorts for a pair of jeans and pull on a jacket. Ben seems completely unaffected by the weather, sticking to a t-shirt and shorts combo. "Aww, are you cold baby?" He says in a sad tone that's dripping with sarcasm. "Yes, I am actually!" I reply. He laughs at me a little and starts up the engine again. I see him reach over to the dashboard as we get back on the road and then I feel the soft breeze of the AC which quickly begins to heat up. I look over at him and smile but he's just watching the road. He likes to joke and tease me but he's genuinely sweet underneath it all. As the day goes on it gets darker and begins to rain. "We're not too far now." Ben says nodding to a road sign. "We'll sleep over tonight, drop the goods off tomorrow morning and then head back." Already halfway through our trip, I think to myself. "Sounds good." I say staring out the window.

We pull into another truck stop. It's busier than the last place but we find a space to park. Ben turns to me "OK. Now it's time for your job." I look at him with a raised eyebrow. "What's my job exactly?" He grins. "You need to run out and get us food." My face drops. The rain outside has gotten heavier as the day went on and is now pelting the windows with force. "Seriously?" I ask. He nods. "Yup! Besides I've been driving all day. Ah, ouch, my poor old legs." He makes a sad face and a show of rubbing his leg. "Oh, so now you're an old man?" I scoff. "For this exact purpose. Yes!" He says, grinning widely. I roll my eyes but can't help but to smile. "Fine!" I say standing up and fetching a coat from the back. "It's not too far. There's a little place just to the left of where we came in." I bundle up, take his order, and jump out of the truck. I run as fast as I can. By the time I get there I'm already soaked. I order some food for both of us and wait for it to be ready while I drip on to the floor. When it's ready I manage to squeeze the bag partially into my coat and cover the rest with my arms before bolting back to the truck. The truck door opens as I approach and Ben leans over to reach out and take the food. I clamber back inside and step onto an old dirty sheet on the floor between our seats. "Ah! Don't move!" Ben demands as he points at me. "I've put that down to soak up your drips!" I look him in the eyes. "Oh gee, thanks." I say, exasperated. "Now strip!" He says sternly but with a cheeky smirk on his face. "Excuse me?" I ask shyly. "Strip! You can't sit on the bed if you're wet!" Something about his stern demands make my knees weak and my cock throb. I slide my coat off onto the sheet on the floor. My t-shirt is dry so I leave it on. I kick off my soaked shoes and unbutton my jeans. Ben has a makeshift tray on top of the bed where he is beginning to lay out the food. I pull my jeans and socks off and leave them on the floor too. Ben looks me up and down as I walk toward the bed. "These are dry!" I say pulling up my t-shirt a little and exposing my briefs to him. He grins and holds up his hands "OK, OK, I don't want any trouble." He reaches over to the cabinet and hands me a small, soft towel. "Thanks." I say, patting down my face and then running it over my arms and legs, drying any dampness left by my clothes. I place the towel back and then scramble onto the bed. We eat and talk about the plan for tomorrow. It seems straightforward, we drop off the goods, sign some paperwork, and head back. "You cold?" Ben asks. I've been shivering slightly, only wearing my t-shirt and briefs. "Yeah, someone made me take all my clothes off." I give him a wicked look. "I didn't say you couldn't put more on!" He stands up and gathers the leftover food together and places it onto the little fold-down table. "Go on. Get in." He says nodding to the bed. I slide back and pull the blanket from underneath me and slide under the covers.

I lay back and watch Ben as he fusses around the cabin. He double checks the doors and covers the windows like last night, stepping over the wet pile of clothes to do so. He comes back to the edge of the bed and I watch him as he strips off his own clothes. Off comes his t-shirt, exposing his large hairy chest and firm, rounded belly. Off with his shorts and socks, placing them all on the side. He stretches as much as he can inside the cabin while wearing another pair of baggy boxers. They're a light grey checked pattern this time and I watch his bulge shift as he moves. He lifts up the covers and slides underneath, sitting up with his back against the wall. I'm laying opposite him again, top and tail. He fiddles with the cabinet and pulls out a small book and puts on a pair of glasses. "Since when do you wear glasses?". I ask, surprised. He looks at me over the top of his glasses. "I only use them to read." He states. "Ah OK... and since when can you read?" I say with a smirk. He glares at me but a smile breaks through. "Oh, you think you're funny?" He reaches under the sheets and grabs for my feet again. "Hey!" I shout laughing and squirming away. He manages to grab my right foot and squeezes it in his large hand. "Your feet are freezing, bud!" He exclaims. "Yeah, I'm still cold!" I fire back. "You should have said something. Come lay up here." He gestures to the space beside him. He doesn't need to tell me twice. I grab my pillow and throw it up the bed beside him and twist under the covers to move up next to him. I'm not even touching him yet but I can feel the warmth radiate off him. He's still sitting up with his back to the wall and begins reading his book. His top half is naked and exposed while below his waist is covered by the sheets. I lay down on my side and slowly move my body towards his. I reach out cautiously and my finger tips graze his thigh. I pull them away quickly, afraid this is weird for him. As he turns a page though he lowers his arm and places a firm, comforting hand on my shoulder. He gives it a small squeeze that sends an electric current through my body. I use this as a sign to push closer, sliding my hand onto his thigh and pushing my body against him. The soft hair of his thigh brushes against my chest while his calf hair tickles around my belly button. His heat and touch are driving me wild. My cock grows hard and strains against the constraining fabric of my briefs. He lifts his hand every so often to flip the page but always puts it back onto my shoulder with a soft squeeze. I shift up slightly and feel my bulge push against what must be the sole of his foot. I panic a little but he doesn't move. I keep still, my cock pushed against the sole of his foot. I flex my cock in my briefs and it pushes against him. A brief pause and then he moves his foot ever so slightly to one side and back again. It's a small stroke that runs briefly across the shaft of my cock and I struggle not to let out a small moan. I get a little braver and flex my cock again while pushing my hips up a little. I feel my bulge push into his foot and slide up it just a little. Suddenly his leg jerks and he chuckles "Ah, that tickled!" I look up and he's staring down to me at his waist. My face floods with embarrassment "Sorry!" I mumble "Must have drifted off there for a second." I say unconvincingly. "Oh. OK." He says looking a little confused. I'm so embarrassed that I take my arm from off his thigh and turn away from him, separating our bodies. He reaches down again and rubs my shoulder. "Goodnight." He whispers. "Night." I whisper back.

Only I don't sleep. I lay there as waves of embarrassment wash over me. Did I think he liked me pushing my cock against him? He was probably trying to move away when he grazed my bulge. Eventually I hear Ben behind me put his book away and he turns off the small light. He shifts down under the covers and the bed shakes a little as he gets comfortable. Suddenly Ben's hand slides over my waist and traces my skin to the front of my stomach. His hand lightly presses into me, almost pulling me backwards as he shifts forwards. His firm stomach makes contact with my lower back. The soft fur tickles me before his belly is pressed against me hot and firm. I do my best to shift backward a little, pretending I'm readjusting in my sleep. Ben's arm is heavy as it lays across my side and wraps around my stomach. His fingers seem to absentmindedly trace the thin trail of hair around my belly button. Every touch is making my cock pulse and I'm struggling to breath normally. My heart is pounding and I'm sure he can feel it. His fingers continue to stroke the hair on my belly button and he follows the trail down to the waistband of my briefs. What is he doing? He doesn't go any further but runs his finger tips along the edge of the band before moving his hand back up. My cock is begging for him to go lower. I shift a little and lift my arm. I feel Ben slowly begin to pull away but I place my arm over his with my hand on top of his own. I interlace my fingers between his and pull his hand back. He doesn't resist and his fingers begin to stroke my skin again, my own fingers tips moving alongside his. Both of our fingers graze the band of my briefs when he pauses. I gently press on, urging him to move further down. His hand follows in mine and our fingers move along the large, arcing bulge of my briefs. "What are you doing?" a soft whisper in my ear. I gulp, a mixed feeling of arousal and surprising confidence washes over me. "Finishing what we started this morning."

My cock is as hard as rock beneath our combined touch. My pinky finger is the first to make contact with a warm, wet patch of sticky precum that has soaked my briefs. Ben's finger grazes it next and there's a sudden hesitation in his touch before he presses his finger into it. His firm touch pushing against the head of my cock, urging it to spill out more. His fingers shift from between mine and wrap around my bulge. His large, strong hand runs back and forward, a slow jerking motion and I can't help but let out a small gasp of pleasure. His fingers are running over my bulge and move down its side to the leg of my briefs. The edge of the fabric is stretched away from my body by my erect cock and Ben slides his fingers underneath. His finger tips stroke the edge of my cock for a moment before he grips the fabric and pulls. I lift my hips slightly and he easily pulls my briefs down my thighs, my cock springing out against the sheets. His hand returns, sliding across my naked hip and into the short bush of pubic hair at the base of my cock. He shifts behind me, forcing himself as close as possible. I feel his warm breath on my neck and turn my head towards him just a little. I respond to his movement by pushing my hips backward. My now bare ass connects with the pointed fabric of his boxers. His thick, round cock underneath meets my cheeks and he slides it up the curve of my ass. At the same time he grips the base of my cock tightly. I let out a surprised moan. His grip on my cock is tight as he uses it leverage me against his own cock pressed against my ass. He begins stroking me in long, slow movements and I throb in his hand. It's warm and a little rough on my cock and although he's only starting, I feel like I could cum. He continues to jerk my cock and steadily quickens his pace. I begin to grind backwards onto the hard cock in his boxers, matching the pace of his strokes. I feel his hot breath panting by my ear and I start to let out small, breathy gasps as I get close to cumming. He moves his hand up my cock and focuses his strokes back and forth over the head. He rubs the tip, coating his palm with slick precum before using it as lube to continue stroking me. "Fuck..." I whisper breathlessly. "I'm going to cum!" He picks up his pace again, a steady fast stroke that make me spasm in his hand. I let out a loud, drawn out moan as my cock pulses uncontrollably in Ben's hand. A huge load of thick, hot cum erupts from the tip and sprays the sheets. He continues to stroke my cock as I cum and my entire body jolts in waves of ecstasy against him. I feel him move, forcing his other hand between us. Then the feeling of warm skin brushing my ass cheeks as he pulls his own cock out. There's a fast, rapid jerking motion between us and slapping against my ass cheeks. He slowly stops jerking me off and runs his hand over my tip, covering his fingers in cum. His hand emerges from the sheets and he brings it to my face. His cum covered fingers brush against my chin and up to my lips. I open them expectedly and pushes them into my mouth. My tounge laps up my own hot, salty load from his fingers. "Mmm yeah" I hear him moan. The jerking of his own cock hastens, his precum covered tip just barely pushing between my cheeks. "Holy fuck!" He gasps and I feel hot liquid hit my ass and lower back. I bite down not too gently on his fingers as he pushes his cock a little further between my cheeks. It's throbs and squirts the last drops of cum as he pulls his fingers from my mouth. He grips my hip and grinds his cock into me one last time. His cum covered head just barely making contact with my tight hole before he collapses into me. "Fucking hell." He whispers in the dark. "That definitely made up for this morning."
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I'm heading away for work for a few days this week so unfortunately it might be next weekend before I get something out again. Will give you the next part asap!!
 
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Thanks for the love guys! I love hearing how much you enjoy it :rolleyes:
I'm heading away for work for a few days this week so unfortunately it might be next weekend before I get something out again. Will give you the next part asap!!
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We have enough material to re-read and wank off several times this week, edge, leak pre, shoot, eat the loads and start all over again
 
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