BACK IN THE SERVICE. BY Forfun6253@aol.com

 

 

            It was two weeks since Dan's route had last taken him through the

            town, and he was eager to pull off the road, slam down a few beers

            and grab some shut-eye.  He pulled the semi off the interstate and

            swung into the truck stop he'd visited the last time through.  In

            addition to gas pumps, The Pitas the neon sign thirty feet in the

            air proclaimed the placeboasted a diner, a tavern, and a cheap

            motel.  The perfect draw for men who lived their life on the road.

            Dan had stayed in plenty of places like this over the last sixth

            months since he'd begun driving.  After six years in the Navy, he

            knew he was ready for a more challenging career, but the pay was

            decent and for now, at least, he was glad not to have to report in

            someplace everyday. As long as he was where he was supposed to be

            when he was supposed to be there, no one cared what he did in

            between.

            He left filling up till morning.  There was a line of semis waiting

            to gas up, and Dan just needed a little relaxation now.  He headed

            for the motel to check in, and was glad to see Leon behind the

            counter, just like last time.  Leon looked more like the retired

            trucker he was than the usual geeks who worked night counters.  His

            salt and pepper hair was cut in a buzz, and he looked like he could

            handle himself in a tough situation.  He was what Dan's mother had

            always called burly.

            "Back again," Leon grunted as Dan walked through the door.  "Thought

            you were too smart for this life."

            Dan laughed. "Hell, it gets better all the time.  Miles slide right

            by.  Hey, I gotta thank you for those tapes you sold me.  You're

            right.  The hours seem like minutes."

            Leon slid the register toward Dan and took the credit card he was

            holding out.  "Yeah, they work.  Never had a complaint yet. Here,"

            he tossed another cassette on the counter. "On the house.  Help you

            sleep."

            "Thanks," Dan said, tucking the tape into his shirt pocket. 

            "Tonight, I won't need it though."

            Leon watched impassively as Dan signed the credit card receipt. 

            "Never know," he said.  "Sometimes its hard to forget the road."

            Twenty minutes later Dan was out of the shower and feeling relaxed.

            He looked at himself in the mirror and frowned. Damn. Driving a rig

            was getting him out of shape.  His belly was still flat, but he

            could no longer see his abs as clearly as he had when he'd left the

            navy. It was damn hard to work a gym into a truck driver's schedule.

 

            A hundred situps and a hundred push ups later, Dan felt better.  The

            navy had given him a good body and he wanted to keep it.  It had

            sure helped in Omaha when he'd started talking to that blonde in the

            bar.  And in Wichita with the brunette with the great tits.  He

            smiled.

            But as he lay down naked on the bed, Dan realized that exercise had

            woken him up.  There was no way to sleep now, but he only had seven

            more hours before he had to be back on the road.  With a mild curse,

            he fumbled for his backpack beside the bed and drew out his Walkman.

             Leon's new tape went in and Dan settled back to chill out.

            Leon's tapes were a great mix of music, some country, a few oldies. 

            The quality of the recording wasn't that good though.  As with all

            the tapes he'd listened to, Dan thought he heard the scratchy sound

            of voices in the background.  But soon he found himself relaxing and

            all the tension seeping out of his body.

            He thought he was nearly gone when the sound of someone pounding on

            his door pulled him back.  He wanted to ignore it, but he couldn't. 

            Wearily, he got out of bed, walked to the door and pulled it open.

            He knew the guy who was standing there.  Jose, a the Mexican dude

            from El Paso he'd met in the tavern on the last visit. It was Jose

            who'd turned him on to Leon's tapes.

            "Hey man," Jose grinned. "Heard you were back." He pushed his way

            into the room as Dan gaped in astonishment.

            Dan didn't even shut the door as he said, "Not cool, Jose.  I need

            to sleep." His voice sounded even angrier than he felt.

            "No, man," Jose said, turning around. "What you need is this!"

            For a moment, Dan couldn't believe that Jose's cock was hanging out

            of his Wranglers, but then suddenly, the cock was all he could see

            or think about.  He found himself walking toward Jose, fascinated by

            the dark prick with its heavy uncut foreskin. Jose backed up to fall

            back on the bed, his legs spread his cock hanging heavy between

            them.

            "Come on, baby, suck on papi's cock. You want it bad."

            Dan knew guys in the Navy who were gay.  They were all into muscle

            bodies. He'd never wanted a guy, and he knew guys were supposed to

            want hot young men like himself. Jose was a short ugly dude in his

            forties with the beginnings of a paunch. But he had a cock and it

            was an amazing cock.  The rest of him didn't matter.

            Dan found himself on his knees with one hand on Jose's cock, pulling

            back the foreskin as his tongue licked out and tasted the head.  It

            was hot and squishy and it tasted like an armpit smelled but Dan had

            to have it. He licked again as he felt Jose put a hand on his head

            and force him down on this meat.

            He swallowed the cock and heard Jose gasp. "No teeth, you fucking

            puta. Treat it good.  Take real good care of my cock."

            Carefully, Dan began moving his mouth up and down on Jose's

            enlarging penis. Soon it was brushing the back of his throat and he

            felt like gagging, but he couldn't stop wanting to suck it.

            "Pretty little fag boy can't help it, can he?" Jose was saying. 

            "Has to suck that big cock. He loves it. He wants it so bad."

            Even as the hunger for Jose's cock filled him and he tried to force

            more of it down his throat, Dan wanted to push himself away.  He

            willed himself to lurch to his feet, but his legs would not obey. 

            The cock was hard now and it was powerfully exciting.  As he

            imagined himself without the cock in his mouth, Dan suddenly knew

            how empty and lonely he would feel.

            He looked up past Jose's pot belly at his sneering face and knew

            that the man thought he was little better than an animal.  He didn't

            care.  He had Jose's dick in his mouth and it was good and right and

            he never wanted it to stop.  He knew he could make Jose keep feeding

            him that cock as long as he kept sucking it.

            But then suddenly Jose was swearing in Spanish and pushing Dan's

            head down as if somehow he could force even more of his meat down

            Dan's throat. Dan felt Jose's cock spasm and the man's body arched

            up as he came.  The hot semen flooded Dan's mouth and he retched,

            but he was desperate for it.  He kept sucking hungrily, loving the

            taste in his mouth, incredibly excited by the thought that he was

            swallowing a man's cum.

            Jose pushed Dan away hard, and he fell on his side at the foot of

            the bed.  He watched in dismay as the guy stood and began buttoning

            up his pants.  Dan scrambled back to his knees, reached for Jose's

            dick.  He wanted so urgently to begin all over. But Jose slapped his

            face, spit on him, laughed and was gone through the open door.

            Dan sat trembling as he realized what he had done.  He had blown

            another guy, swallowed his jizz and been ready to beg for more.  His

            dick was as hard as he could ever remember it being, but he wasn't

            thinking about his own cock. He wanted Jose's cock.  Any cock.

            The phone rang and Dan jumped. Thoughtlessly, he crawled over to the

            nightstand and answered it.

            He recognized Leon's twang instantly. In a rush, it came to him that

            it was Leon's voice that he had heard in the background of all those

            tapes.  Leon's voice telling him how much he loved cock.

            "Did you like that, boy?" Leon said now.

            "Yes," Dan breathed.

            "I knew you would. You've been programmed to like it.  You've also

            been programmed so that every time you touch a man's cock, you want

            it more the next time.  That sound good to you, boy?  You want

            more?"

            "Yes!" Dan was practically shouting now.

            "Good." Leon said.  "Come down to my office."

            Eagerly, Dan hung up the phone and trotted out the door. Something

            in his mind screamed that he was a fool for doing this. Other men

            would see him and know what a cocksucker he was, running for some

            dick.  But another part of his mind said that would be good.  The

            more who knew, the more who might let him suck them off.

            He stood in the glow of the parking lot lights, his naked body

            bathed in sweat, waiting anxiously for Leon to open the door.  An

            older man, with grey hair and a beard, wearing a cowboy hat and a

            wife-beater t-shirt, stepped out of a rig and stared at him. Dan

            felt an urge to go to the man. The man would have a cock, a cock

            full of cum...

            Behind him, Dan heard Leon's door open and he felt a strong hand

            grab his arm. He was pulled roughly inside and thrown to his knees. 

            The door slammed.

            And there was a cock in front of Dan's face. He grabbed for it,

            stuffing it into his mouth.  His anxiety began to fade as he sucked

            hungrily.  This cock was bigger than Jose's , longer and thicker. It

            was magnificent. Dan took long, slow breathes as he slid the cock in

            and out of his mouth.

            "Suck it," Leon's voice came from above him.  "The more you suck it,

            the more you want it. It's the only thing you want in the world. You

            worship it.  You need it.  Every man has a cock and you want to suck

            them all."

            Dan's reply was to increase the suction he was applying to Leon's

            cock. The words excited him. He knew they were true. He wanted all

            the dick he could get. Even as he sucked, he wondered how he could

            find more cocks. He remembered rest stops where he'd seen holes

            between the stalls and graffiti that promised a willing mouth on the

            other side.  He could be on the other side of those holes, ready for

            any cock that came through.

            "If a man calls you a faggot, you just want his cock more," Leon

            said. "If he spits on your face, you'll lick it off and beg him to

            do it again.  You'll get down on your knees and lick his dirty

            boots. You'll call him stud and master and be happy when he calls

            you a cocksucker and a whore and a bitch."

            Dan's mind was full of images of men he knew. Men with hard cocks

            that he could suck on. He saw the men on loading docks, the men he

            passed on the freeway in their cars, the cops in their tight pants,

            the bikers on their rods. He would beg them all for their cocks so

            he could suck them down and swallow their jism. It would be as

            wonderful and exciting as right now with Leon inside his throat.

            Dan heard the sound of a door opening, but it wasn't significant

            while there was a cock in his mouth.  He sensed movement around him

            and saw legs out of the corner of his eyes, but it was so much more

            important to keep sucking on Leon's cock He tasted the salty tang of

            precum deep in the back of his mouth and knew a thrill of fresh

            excitement.

            In seconds, Leon's cock was pulsing in his mouth, releasing a

            torrent of cum. Dan couldn't swallow it fast enough and it oozed out

            of his mouth.  Leon shoved Dan away and desperately Dan licked his

            lips then began wiping the cum of his chin and licking it off his

            fingers.

            "Nice," said a new voice.  Dan looked up at the two men who had

            joined them.  A tall thin red-headed guy in coveralls stood next to

            a short, stocky blonde kid. The kid was naked like Dan and as soon

            as Dan saw the kid's stubby cock he reached for it.  Leon slapped

            his hand away. Dan continued to stare up at the kid, but the kid

            just looked straight ahead as if he was alone in the room.

            The man in coveralls spoke again.  "The cocksucker will be more

            useful than this punk's cunt.  More guys will take a blowjob than

            shove their dicks up some other guy's asshole.  We'll make twice the

            money off this one." He indicated Dan.

            Leon shrugged.  "If the kid doesn't pull his weight, we'll reprogram

            him. They can both suck if that's what we need. You test him out?"

            The redhead laughed.  "Tight as a fist.  Guess I was the first time.

            Where'd you get him?"

            "He's on parole," Leon said. " Ran a meth lab out of his parent's

            basement.  Came looking for work. I figured nobody'd miss him as

            long as he shows up for his monthly meeting."

            "And this one?" The redhead nudged Dan with his boot.  Dan saw the

            boot as if for the first time. He bent over and began to kiss it.

            "Single, no family close by.  He's been driving for Blue Wind line,

            but I'll get Arnie over here and let the kid work on him.  Nobody

            will raise a fuss."

            Dan tugged on the leg of the man's coveralls. "Please," he begged,

            "let me suck you. Let me see it."

            "This one don't stop," the man chuckled. He unzipped his fly lazily

            and Dan reached inside.  The cock was slippery and a drop of cum

            hung from the piss slit.  Dan let it fall on to his finger, then

            stuck in the finger in his mouth.

            "I programmed him with off-switch," Leon replied. "Watch."

            Leon clapped his hands together three times.

            Suddenly, Dan was retching as he understood what he had done.  What

            had been done to him.  He crawled away from the men as they laughed.

            He lurched to his feet and spun around, murder in his eyes, rage

            filling himand then he saw the kid's naked cock once again.

            The lust overwhelmed him.  He could think of nothing else but that

            cock and getting it in his mouth.  He dropped to his knees and began

            to savor it.

            "Visual cue," Leon said matter of factly.  "He sees one dick and it

            starts all over again. It's perfect."

            And on his knees with the blonde kid's dick in his mouth, all Dan

            could do was agree.

 

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