The truck was parked in a quiet corner of the lot, behind the other rigs and without direct illumination from any street lamps. He turned the handle on the passenger side and, as promised, the door was unlocked. He opened the door to the cab and climbed up, shutting the door behind him. The cab of the truck was dark and warm, but stank of sweat, beer, cigar and more sweat. If he had to describe it, Jake would have said that it smelled of pure maleness. He breathed in deeply.
As arranged, he climbed through to the bed space at the rear of the cabin, took off his clothes and waited, face down on the bed, head buried in a small pile of pillows and legs spread out wide behind him. Anyone looking in would have seen the snowy peaks of his firm, youthful buttocks illuminated in the pale moonlight, the tight virgin hole between them remaining in shadow.
After a couple of minutes Jake forgot his nervousness and fell asleep, nestled in the bed and breathing deeply the pungent scents of trucker from the cabin. He was awakened by a heavy body falling on top of him, still fully clothed and a bristling beard scratching against the back of his neck. The breath stank of whisky as the man behind whispered in his ear: "So you're the pretty one Dave's been telling us about. We're going to have plenty of fun with you later."
Jake gulped in shock and trepidation. He had been waiting for Dave and hadn't been expecting anyone else. What was going to happen? What had Dave set him up for? They had planned their meeting via a few Internet chats, but Jake had never met Dave, but had felt that he could trust As he opened his mouth to reply, Jake felt one hand grasp his hair and pull his head back sharply. Again, the bristles scratched his neck as the man leant in close. "Don't worry, boy, I'll break you in gently."
As he said it, Jake heard the man unfasten his belt and zip and felt a hot stiffness pressing against his cheeks. The man spat into his other hand and reached to rub ball of the sticky phlegm into Jake's toght, puckered hole.
"Please, I'm not ready, stuttered Jake."
"You? Did I say you could speak? You will speak when I say you can and not before. Now take it like a man, I'm going to show you some serious fucking."
As he spoke the word 'fucking', Jake felt an explosion of pain course through his body. As he emphasised the word, the man behind him had thrust with all his weight into Jake delicate hole, ripping into him and obliterating his innocence. Impaled fully between Jake's cheeks, the man paused and lay on top of Jake, his weight bearing down heavily on him. The throbbing and pain continued, but the man was totally still.
"You feel that, boy? You took it well. That's seven inches of hard meat you've got inside you - as thick as your wrist. Now, we can do this the nice way we can do it the nasty way? So what will it be?"
Jake started to answer: "The nice way. God, please the nice way..."
The man chuckled. "Ok, the nice way it is."
