Hi! My name is Arty, and I’m nineteen. Every year, or rather twice a year, I visit my grandparents. They live in a remote village, which takes almost 12 hours to reach by bus from my city. Luckily, the bus runs at night, so I can get some sleep.
I miss the internet terribly (in the village, you can’t even make a call from a mobile phone!), and I was already imagining how many new hot gay videos had appeared online. I’ve always felt that I’m gay; I’ve been attracted to guys and aroused by them, but I’ve never had sex with a guy. But deep down, I really wanted to.
It was about seven-thirty in the evening, and I was heading to the bus stop to go back to the city. It seemed that today I was the only one planning to leave this godforsaken place. In the fifteen minutes I waited for the bus, no cars passed by the stop.
And then, right before my eyes, a huge truck appeared, and the driver leaned out of the cab. Quite handsome.
"Hey, could you tell me how to get to Redfort?"
Of course, I’m not a navigator to give exact coordinates and calculate the whole route, but I have a rough idea. After all, every time I traveled to the village, I looked out the window and saw a sign pointing to the city I was looking for.
"You need to get on the highway. About five kilometers ahead, turn left. Then you can follow the signs," I said.
"And where are you headed? Maybe I could give you a ride, and you can show me the way?"
And then a brilliant idea popped into my head. If I could get to Redfort, I could transfer to a train. It’s much more comfortable than traveling in an old bus.
"Can I go with you to Redfort?" I asked the truck driver.
"Sure, hop in," he opened the door, and I climbed in.
The truck driver introduced himself as Mike and mentioned that his navigator was broken, which is why he couldn’t find the way himself. Mike looked to be around 35-40 years old. He was dark-haired, taller than me by a head, with green eyes and stubble. He was wearing a blue T-shirt and black shorts, which were on his muscular legs. I was already aroused.
We drove, listened to music, and Mike talked about himself and tried to ask me questions. But I was somewhat reserved. I always find it difficult to engage in conversations that go nowhere. I prefer to retreat into my thoughts and reflect.
The journey from the village to Redfort took about six hours. Since it was evening and Mike was starting to fall asleep at the wheel, he suggested we stop at a motel and spend the night there until morning. Mike decided to cover all the costs for the stay, so I agreed.
We had a snack at a roadside café (oh, that kebab was delicious! Or maybe I was just that hungry?), and we arrived at the roadside motel. It was a small two-story building. We got a room on the second floor. It had two beds with nightstands, a TV, and a small bathroom with a shower. I was very surprised that in such a roadside motel everything was quite modern.
Mike went to take a shower, and I undressed and climbed into bed.
"Arty, could you get me a towel?" I heard from the shower. "It’s on my bed."
"Sure!"
I opened the bathroom door and saw Mike naked. The sight drove me crazy. No matter how much I wanted to look at the man's groin, my gaze was drawn precisely there. I can say that even in a "flaccid" state, his cock was was big. From Mike’s physique, you could tell he either went to the gym or lifted weights very often... I handed him the towel and returned to bed.
Neither Mike nor I could sleep. Lying in the dark, we simply talked about various topics. Mikhail recounted different incidents that had happened to him on the road, then we discussed politics, moved back to the topic of relocations, and eventually got to the topic of sex.
"Arty, do you have a girlfriend?"
"I do," I lied.
Yeah, sure, five girlfriends! If only you knew that I want a guy but am afraid.
"I don’t have one anymore. We broke up because I’m always on the road. And she ended up getting herself a lover."
"Well, don’t worry, you’ll find someone new, better than the old one," I tried to comfort him.
"Yeah, but when will that happen, and men’s needs don’t go away."
That hit the nail on the head; my needs were also making themselves known.
"And have you ever had relationships with anyone on the road?" I asked.
"It’s happened, not to hide it," he replied with a smile, "a couple of times even with a guy."
And that’s when I felt a jolt. What? With a guy!? Did I hear that correctly?
"With a guy?"
"Yes."
"And how was it?"
"Even better than with a girl."
A silence fell. Oh my God, I’ve always lacked the courage, but here I gathered my nerve and asked:
"Would you like to with me?"
"You probably think I brought you here on purpose. No, relax. I'm not a maniac, I'm bisexual. Sleep easy, I won’t touch you" He joked in a maniacal voice.
"I think I’m gay"
"What? "
He sat up on his bed.
"I’ve always liked guys" I said, sitting on the bed and looking him in the eyes.
"Are you serious? " He asked with disbelief.
"Quite serious"
I said and moved over to his bed.
" I’ve always wanted to try sex with a man, but I’ve always been scared. "
Mike looked down. He probably thought that this guy next to him was completely out of his mind.
"Will you be my teacher? " I asked playfully with a smile.
Instead of answering, Mikhail took my hand and placed it on his underwear. There was already a hot erection.
"Are you sure? There’s no turning back"
Now it was my turn to take Mike’s hand and place it on my underwear, where I also had been hard for a while.
"Have you ever had sex with a man? " He asked.
"Not once, I haven’t had sex at all, to be honest, but I want to. "
"What do you want? "
What kind of questions is he asking? I’m already blushing all over. Isn’t it obvious? I want him to take me right here, to put his dick in my mouth, and then invade my ass and cum all over me. But instead, I answered softly into his ear:
"I want to pleasure you. "
Mike kissed me on the neck and pushed me onto the pillow. We lay on our sides, touching each other with our hands and kissing each other on the lips. It was a magical, unforgettable feeling.
Mike wrapped his arms around my waist, pressed his whole body against me, and I felt small but very protected. I had always wondered what I was missing. And here it was, the answer – exactly this feeling, these strong, warm, passionate embraces from a man.
I didn’t wait and moved down to his underwear. He was wearing gray boxers, and the large head of his penis was already sticking out. I was a little scared since I had never touched a guy’s dick before; it had only ever been in my fantasies. Through the underwear,
I started kissing his dick, and then I pulled the boxers down.
In front of me was a large, thick dick with a huge head. I didn’t have a ruler handy to measure it, but I could say that under its own weight, it lay on Mike’s stomach, almost reaching his belly button. Without hesitation, I took the head into my mouth and squeezed my lips tightly around it. Mike gasped. The dick was so pleasant, filling my entire mouth. I grabbed the dick with my hand at the base and realized that I couldn’t wrap my fingers fully around it.
I started moving my head and hand simultaneously. Mike began caressing my hair and even setting the rhythm. I understood he wanted it faster. I sped up a little but then stopped and moved back up toward him.
"Everything okay?" he asked.
"I want to feel you inside my ass," I replied playfully.
Mike suggested we change positions. The trucker pulled out lube and a condom from his bag (hmm, he’s prepared for everything!), sat on the edge of the bed, and I climbed up on it.
…
To be continued
