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.