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“Look at the mess you’ve made!” he barked, trying to sound angry, but failing miserably. Few men can feel anger after coming in someone’s mouth.

I sat up and wiped the spunk from my chin that had managed to escape, and made a show of licking it from my fingers.

“Don’t you grumble at me!” I snapped back once I had swallowed his cum. I was so much more confident by this stage about my relationship with this man, at least when we were alone together. “It’s all very well for you, what with my mouth as a convenient receptacle for you to fire into. But I have to make do.”

“Looks like you did very well - dirty bugger!” he sniggered. Then handing me a cloth, he added, “Here, wipe it up.”

I accepted the cloth and cleaned up my mess. I resisted the temptation to ask him if he fancied a taste - that was probably pushing my luck too far.

“Saves me having to jerk off round the corner once you’ve gone,” I said instead.

“Is that what you do?” he asked with a big smile on his face; recognising all more that I had needs just like him.

“Aye; and then I’m at it again an hour later when I’m alone in the office.”

“No!”

“Yes! Sometimes twice; I’m a randy bugger,” I replied; then I reached out and gave his stiff cock a rub with the palm of my hand and added, “And sucking this every day makes me worse, not better... Did you enjoy it?”

“Oh aye. It was great; you’re improving all the time.”

“It didn’t spoil it for you then... me coming?”

“I hardly noticed... No, it didn’t spoil it. I don’t mind seeing your cock.”

“So it would appear... you’re still rock hard.” I gave his shaft a good squeeze then released it so I could look undisturbed on its potent beauty.

George joined me in gazing at his cock, and an unassuming pride filled his voice at the sight of his impressive manhood which was clearly itching to come again. “I’m a bit like you... a right randy fucker. Having a blowjob every day is great, but it makes me want more. Funny that!”

“I’m in no rush.”

“Well, if you fancy getting back down there; I’m sure this delivery can wait another ten minutes.”

I paused and wondered if I might be going too far, but decided to take the chance. “If that’s all you want, then okay; but...”

“But what?”

“No, it’s all right,” I said, shying away.

“Clark! Don’t give me that shit. Are you talking about what I think you are?”

There was no point shying any further. I knew what I wanted and it was time to ask for it. “I think the word you’re searching for, George, is ‘fucking’. And aye, that’s what I’m talking about, but... Well, it’s probably asking too much.”

I could see the excitement spread across his face and his cock was twitching at the prospect. I knew for sure that things were about to move into new territory and my heart raced at the thought.

“I haven’t fucked a lad’s arse in a long time... So, would you be up for it?” asked George, his hand drifting down to stroke his rigid member.

I found that such a turn on, watching George absentmindedly pleasuring himself, as he no doubt considered the delights to be had up my ass, and who knows, perhaps recalling some others he’d enjoyed.

“Hell yes!” I replied; eyes fixed on his shaft. “So you’ve fucked guys before?”

“A few, when I was younger.”

“I haven’t,” I replied in a whisper. The confession creeping out unawares, but I did not want my words recalled. I felt no need to pretend with George. Here in the truck, cocooned from the real world, pretence had no meaning. Ours was a relationship, contained within a small space, where there was room only for the truth. Most of it was unspoken, but these words had to be said.

“I’ve never been fucked.”

“You’re joking!”

“No.”

“And... you want me to... to...”

“To fuck me; to be my first... of course I do!”

George refrained from his cock stroking and lifted his and to cup me under my chin. My eyes were torn from his still throbbing hallus and were captured by his gaze.

“That should be something special,” he said; his voice oft and more tender than I had ever heard. “It’s like losing your cherry eally, isn’t it... I mean... taking it up the ass for the first time?”

“It would be special... if you did it.”

“Here, in a truck... not very romantic.”

“I’m not after romance, George. I’m just after a shag. orry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Perhaps it’s time to go. I’ll have that ank round the corner instead.”

“No! Stay! Don’t go yet!” His voice was a tremor then t faded away. After a few moments of silence he found it again. “I’d love to uck you, but... I don’t want to hurt you; not again, and I don’t have a ubber.”

“I have.”

He stared at me, realising that I had come prepared nd that this wasn’t some spur of the moment decision. Of course I had thought bout it, and made the necessary arrangements. I wanted this to happen so much, espite my insecure words. I could see him mulling it over and the battle uickly being won: a lustful grin spreading over his face confirming the good ews that I was about to get popped.

“You better hand me the goods then, and get your rousers down so I can have a look at your arse.”