The truck was surprisingly well-loved. Both the interior and exterior looked pristine, like something out of an auction house. There was a tape deck and an ashtray for cigarettes and a manual gearbox in the center just beneath the A/C controls. I made my way to the middle and had to sit with my legs open to accommodate the gearbox. The entire truck lurched violently as both Mark and Bill climbed in and sandwiched me in the middle.
It was an uncomfortably tight squeeze. Bill’s leg was a full six inches taller and his knee was a full six inches out past my knee as we sat close together. Mark started up the diesel engine and we slowly pulled out. It was close to 2:30 AM as we slowly left the bar area.
I was beginning to fall asleep in the darkness and the deep hum of the engine provided the perfect white noise, although the drive seemed longer than it should have been to get to my apartment. I was dosing off when I felt Bill touch my thigh.
“Don’t fall asleep now, we’re almost home,” he said.
“Are we going in the right direction?? My apartment isn’t this far away, we’ve been driving for a while now,” I protested. It was close to 3 AM.
“Mark? Did you make a wrong turn somewhere?” Bill asked.
Mark shifted his glasses and squinted while looking outside at the signs, “Fuck me. I was supposed to take North and ended up West! Damn it!”
“Well we gotta find our way back, I guess,” Bill said nonchalantly. My heart began racing and I had to remind myself that I knew who these two guys were and that all would be well. We were out in the sticks and there was no cell service, no maps, and the streetlights were increasingly becoming a rarity.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Bill said in a soothing voice, “Mark’s got it, he’s good with directions.” He put his hand back on my thigh, squeezing it gently but noticeably this time. His hand lingered as our eyes met. “Seeing as how we got a while before we get back to your place, mind if I ask you something personal?” he asked, his voice as gentle as he could possibly make it, though it still shook me down to my core.
“S-sure…”
“Since you and Tiffany didn’t fuck, how’d you get off? Had a side piece?”
The bluntness of his question was jarring. “No. I’m not like that. And we were best friends. I would never cheat on her,” I answered.
“That’s mighty sweet of you, boy. I was married once as well. But I was in the Navy, and had to be deployed for months at a time. When you ain’t gettin’ pussy for months at a time, you explore your options. And boy, did I explore mine. Pretty soon, I had been balls deep in about half of the crew. Haven’t look back since!”
“That being said,” he continued, “you ain’t ever think of exploring your options? What it would feel like to get your cock sucked? What it feels like when someone else strokes your cock? The gratification you’d get knowing the sexual pleasure you’re giving someone else?”
“N-no…not…really…I mean…no!” the uncertainty in my voice was far too obvious.
“I bet you’re curious though,” Mark chimed in. I turned red with embarrassment, “No!”
“Hehe…it’s cute how shy and bashful he is, ain’t it?” Bill asked Mark. He touched my thigh again and began squeezing it gently, this time higher up and closer to my inner thigh. My shorts had ridden up during the bumpy ride so this was getting awkward very quickly.
“Some smooth legs you got, son. Mmmm–mmm-mmm!” Bill licked his lips. His grip tightened as he started rubbing my thigh more assertively. “I bet I can make you cum like a fire hydrant with just a little stroke,” he whispered in a deep gravelly tone.
“N-no…I..,just can’t,” was all I could muster in response. He reached between his legs and started stroking himself. He grew bolder and unzipped his fly and undid his belt. The metallic clanking of his belt broke the otherwise monotonous hum of the engine. “W-what are you doing?” I could barely croak out with my throat all dried up. The apprehension was getting to be too much. He didn’t say a word and instead he spread his legs open and lifted his butt off the seat as he peeled off his pants and briefs.
I gasped as his penis came into view. It was not fully hard, and it flopped down in between his legs. But it was obvious that he was very large. My heart skipped a beat as I gazed upon it. “Reconsidering that offer, huh?” Bill teased as he grabbed his penis and stroked it gently. He ran his fingers the length of the shaft before pulling it up by the head. “I bet you’d love to get plumbed by this. Your eyes are practically begging for it!” He teased me more.
“No I’m not!” I protested. “It’s just…it’s so big! I’ve never seen one that big!” Both men burst out laughing, “C’mon baby, it ain’t that big!”
Bill threw his left arm behind me on the headrest of the seat and leaned in, “You can touch it if you want to, but only if you really want to. You don’t need to be shy or scared.” He spoke with such confidence and his voice felt soothing. I lost track of where we were going or what time it was or how drunk I was at the moment. I don’t know why, but I had the urge to feel his massive dick in my hand. I looked up at him, my eyes still full of fear as I reached out slowly and deliberately. He gently took my right hand and placed it firmly on the shaft. The pulsations from the rush of blood within immediately became apparent. It swelled in size right in my grasp. I could barely wrap my hand around it when it became fully erect. It looked easily long enough for me to put both hands on it and it still would have another 3 inches easily.
I bit my lower lip as I kept my eyes locked on his penis. “Stroke it a little, sweety, go slow, no need to rush,” Bill coached me. I did as he said, gently rubbing my closed hand up and down the length of his shaft, feeling every vein that was popping out, feeling every little bump and bit of hair. “Ohhh…that’s it…you’re a natural!” Bill’s voice got deep as he watched me, never taking his eyes off of me. “Put both hands on it,” he said, “see if you stroke it with both hands at the same time!”
I sat up and folded my right leg and propped up my knee on his thigh as I leaned over and grabbed his dick with both hands. The look of shock and fear in my eyes was too much to try and hide. His dick was enormous as I was able to stroke him easily with 2 hands. He was scaring me with his deep groans and grunts.
Abruptly, he took my hands off of his dick, “It’s my turn,” he said as he pushed me back and grabbed my right thigh, spreading my legs apart. “Huh?” I was caught off guard.
“What do you mean ‘huh’?” he said, his nostrils flaring a bit, his tone more threatening. “I show you mine, now you show me yours. You touch mine, now I touch yours. That’s how this game goes!”
I swallowed hard as I sat back. He grabbed my thigh, spreading me apart. I watched incredulously as his massive hand went up my right inner thigh and into the crotch area. I let out a slight whimper upon feeling him touch me. “Ooh, that’s soft. You shave? There ain’t no hair in there, it feels like. Cute little cock you’ve got!”