Little Buddy

By David May        

The best trucker-fucker in the state. He lived somewhere out near Fresno or Bakersfield. Farm country. And when he was fifteen, he starrted working summers and weekends at this big produce warehouse for one of the supermarket chains. He was a little guy, but he could pull his weight. Worked hard, and everyone liked him. That's when the truckers, the ones who brought the produce in from the farms or trucked it out to the stores, started calling him Little Buddy. 

Buddy looks now pretty much like he did then, even though he's just turned thirty: only five-two or so, big brown eyes, high cheekbones, smooth skin and a pretty, pink, fuckable mouth. He's got the kind of body that doesn't get real big, just strong. And he still looks boyish. I mean, he gets carded in bars, you know? Anyway, back then Buddy already knew he liked guys; he just didn't know what to do about it. But the truckers, they treated him nice. bought him beers and shit. Then, when he turned 16 and had graduated early. it was  right when he left high school, this one trucker named Joe-Joe asked Buddy out for a few brews because Buddy just turned eighteen and Joe-Joe thought it was time Buddy "saw some action." 

All the other truckers patted Buddy's butt, and thought Joe-Joe must be taking Little Buddy out to the local whorehouse for his first piece. But that's not what Joe-Joe had in mind at all. They drove out in Joe-Joe' s cab, heading into the country on one of those hot California nights with an ice chest full of beer. They parked somewhere way off the highway, sat back and started talking. Then Joe-Joe pulled the old line about how horny he was, and would Little Buddy be a buddy and give him a hand-job? 

Well, Buddy was scared shitless because he was out there all alone with this Joe-Joe guy, who was wavin' his meat in Buddy's face. and Buddy didn't know if he should grab it like he wanted to, or tell Joe-Joe to fuck off. Because this might be some kind of queer test, right? But then Joe-Joe grabbed Buddy's hand and wrapped it around his big, fat dick, so Buddy decided it was okay to pull on it awhile. And just when he started getting into it, Joe-Joe pulled Buddy close and gave him a big sloppy kiss and pushed Buddy's face down on his hard dick. Buddy didn't know what else to do, so he just took a deep breath, opened wide, and sucked. 

Buddy had never sucked dick before. but you couldn't have convinced Joe-Joe. Once he felt Buddy's pretty mouth wrapped around his cock-head, he was sure Buddy'd been smokin' bone his whole life. Buddy's throat opened and closed on Joe-Joe' s cock, coaxing all the hot, white man-juice out of his balls with the velvety wetness that would become Buddy's trademark. He deep-throated that fucker like he was expecting even more than Joe-Joe had (which was a lot). When Joe-Joe couldn't take it anymore. he shot a thick ribbon of cum, half-choking Buddy when the fat dickhead almost doubled in size before shooting its wad. Buddy felt it splatter against the back of his mouth, and he swallowed. This was Buddy's first taste of cum, and he was hooked, like the natural cocksucker he was, and still is. From then on, he was the kind of guy who wants a man's load bad enough to do whatever it takes to get it. "Suck 'em dry" was his new motto, and he always lived up to it. After Buddy had swallowed Joe-Joe' s load, the trucker pulled him into the back of the cab, where they spent the rest of the night sucking face, slurping dick and eating ass. By morning, Buddy'd also been fucked for the first time. shooting his load all over the back of the cab as he came with Joe-Joe' s dick up his ass. 

Like I said, he was just a natural. Whenever Joe-Joe was in town, he'd take Buddy out for a ride, then spend the night riding Buddy in the back of his cab. But you know how it gets. Buddy's butt started itching when Joe-Joe was on the road, and Joe-Joe wouldn't take Buddy with him, no matter how much Buddy begged. "Not safe. Little Buddy. My mind would be on you and not the road. You'd make me run late 'cause we'd spend too much time at the rest stops screwing." Rest stops? Truck stops? Buddy's eyes opened wide. Maybe, he thought, just maybe... 

Being farm country, of course. there was a truck stop nearby, and Buddy began driving out there for dinner instead of going home. He was already buddies with a lot of the truckers from his job so it was just a matter of time before one thing led to another and Little Buddy was spending his evenings hopping from cab to cab, giving good head and riding hard dick to his heart's content. The only problem was Joe-Joe. Joe-Joe wanted Buddy all to himself, even if he was getting it himself at every truck stop up and down the state. When he got back he wanted to find Buddy sitting pretty, waiting for Joe-Joe and nobody else. Buddy didn't see it that way, of course, especially since Joe-Joe refused to take Buddy with him. The way Joe-Joe found out about Buddy's popularity, though, is worth the telling. 

Buddy was at the truck stop, like most evenings, giving the truckers head the way they liked it. Lots of times the truckers got on the radio while they were being sucked off to see if any of their pals wanted to give Little Buddy a taste. That way, when Buddy finished one trucker, he'd go straight to the next horny guy waiting for him. This time, three guys got on the horn, sitting in the same truck, begging for some action. When Buddy finished the guy he was doing, he hopped out of the cab to look for the rig with the three truckers in it. Buddy's head was spinning from the possibilities: maybe getting it in both ends at once as the three men took turns? That was something he'd wished for since his first night with Joe-Joe. 

When Buddy found the truck though, one of the three guys was Joe-Joe, and Joe-Joe was pissed. He started calling Buddy a slut and swore that Buddy had given him the clap. The other two guys told Joe-Joe to shut up, and threw him out of the cab for being such a shit-head. They treated Buddy nice after that, took turns at both ends, fucking him long and hard the way he liked it. As it turned out, the truckers were lovers and promised to take Buddy on the road some time as their personal truck-slut. Buddy liked that idea a lot and promised them he'd be packed the minute they called. Then they dropped Buddy off at his car and told him to be careful. Buddy didn't see Joe-Joe again 'til a few weeks later, at work. Joe-Joe told one of the warehouse bosses that Buddy was a cock-suckin 39; faggot, among other things. 

Well, Buddy's boss saw red, started screaming shit about Sodom and Gomorrah and how no damn pervert was gonna work for him! So Buddy got fired and had to get out of town fast. When Buddy got home that afternoon he packed a bag as quickly as he could, before his folks got wind of what had happened and decided to kick him out of the house. He hitched a ride out to the truck stop and told some of his pals the story. They were pissed at Joe-Joe, of course, and promised to fix him good, but that didn't get Buddy's job back. 

"Only one thing to do, Little Buddy," said one of the guys he'd done in the three-way, "and that's head out to San Francisco." That night they gave Buddy a lift as far as Stockton, and slipped him the name and number of another trucker he could stop with along the way. Well, Buddy did okay for himself. That trucker knew someone else, who knew someone else, and pretty soon Buddy was in the City with a job in a department store warehouse. He found a cheap apartment near work, and not far from the Folsom Street bars and the baths. Buddy was in hog heaven, surrounded by hunky guys looking for the kind of action he liked to give. He was sure losing his old job was the best thing that ever had happened to him, and wondered why he hadn't come to San Francisco sooner. 

That was about the time I met him. I was horny and looking for some action on Ringold, when I saw this stud I'd fucked a couple of times getting his dick sucked. I went over to ask him if he'd like my cock up his butt again. The stud grabbed and kissed me before I could say anything. "You gotta try this," he said. "It' s gotta be the best fuckin' head ever--" His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he clutched the cock-sucker 39;s ears. I kissed him again as he shot his load, grunting like the proverbial pig I already knew he was. He leaned back against the fence as his body shook, feeling so good it hurt. We continued kissing as I felt a hand on my crotch, then nimble fingers deftly unbuttoning my jeans. I looked down just long enough to see Buddy take a deep breath and swallow my eight inches in one gulp. Now it was my turn to lose control as I felt his hot mouth work my knob something special. My friend grabbed my jacket and held me up while I tried to find the back of Buddy's throat with my jabbing dick. I could hear him slurp away, gag, swallow, and slurp some more. It was just like the stud had said--I was getting the best head ever. Next thing I knew I was shooting my load down Buddy's throat, grabbing onto his neck to dig it in just a little deeper as I shot. I screamed out loud and almost stumbled on top of the little guy as my body trembled and shuddered. Once I'd recovered enough to regain my balance, I pulled Buddy up into my arms and gave him a big kiss. Afterwards we talked for a while, and he told me everything that had happened to him up 'til then. He missed the road, and the truckers. 

Whenever he spotted one--he had a regular radar when it came to truckers--he 39;d run up to the stud like a puppy wagging his tail and suck him off for everything he was worth. He even swore trucker cum tasted better. He went home with me that night and gave me more of that fantastic head before I fucked his tight little butt a couple times for good measure. And whenever I saw him anywhere after that, in the alley or a bar or somewhere, he was always eager to suck me off again. He liked my dick, and said my cum tasted great. Though not as terrific as trucker cum, of course. Go figure. Anyway, years later, Buddy still has his job, only it's a better job now because he worked hard and got promoted. He's making a whole lot more cash and can afford a motorcycle. He was riding it home to the same cheap apartment (why move, right?) from a weekend up at the Russian River when he felt this familiar twitching in his butthole. He decided to drive through Ringold on his way home, just to see what was happening, and he saw this rig parked there on 9th Street. Buddy's dick got hard and his asshole got hungry. Buddy wanted some trucker cum in the worst way. When Buddy parked his bike, there was already a crowd of guys standing around the rig, trying to get the guy to invite them up into the cab, but none of them was getting anywhere. Then the trucker saw Buddy leaning up against the window of the uniform shop and nodded to him. Buddy stood up on the step and got a good look at the man. He was dark-haired, with a few days' stubble covering his handsome face. He had on a torn tank-top and ripped jeans, and Buddy could see he was not only hairy but hung. Buddy wanted him bad. 

"What are you carrying?" Buddy asked. "Forty tons of avocados and a stiff one," the stud replied. "Well, I can help you with the stiff one." Next thing he knew, Buddy was in the back of the cab with his legs in the air. The guy didn't pretend he wanted to do anything but fuck him, and Buddy was more than ready to take some dick up his ass, 'cause that's what he'd been doing all weekend at the River. It was a good thing he was greased up and ready to go, because the trucker didn't spend any time priming Buddy's hole. He just went straight for the gold and fucked Buddy's butt like there was no tomorrow. Not only did the trucker have a big dick, he knew what to do with it. He moved Buddy's butt into the air and fucked him, then he turned Buddy over on his stomach and held him down as he rammed it in from behind. Then Buddy was sitting on it, skewered on the best piece of trucker meat he'd ever had, riding it like a bucking pony and begging the trucker to never stop balling him. He felt the fat cock push hard against his prostate, making his own dick weep pre-cum. Buddy never felt so good. After he came, the trucker lay back and pushed Buddy's face down on his hard-on and didn't stop pumping Buddy's throat till he came a second time. No resting between fucks or anything. Just like in a dirty book, you know? After shooting his second load, the guy lay back and spent some time kissing Buddy, spanking his tight little butt, tweaking his nipples, and making Buddy lick all the funky sweat off of his hairy body. When they finally got around to exchanging names, they laughed to learn they were both named Buddy. Then Big Buddy got hard again and dicked Little Buddy once more. This time, though, he was a gentleman and fucked Little Buddy long as well as hard, making sure he got Little Buddy off before he came himself. It was nearly dawn when Little Buddy got home, having been plowed in one end or the other a total of six times. He spent the whole day at work dragging his sore ass and walking funny. But, man, he couldn't have been happier. 

A week later, Big Buddy called and asked him to go trucking for a few days. He didn't have to be asked twice. He called in sick the next morning from the road, and then every day after that for a week. They criss-crossed the state, Little Buddy giving head by day, and getting fucked in the cab by night. By the end of the trip, he had a tired mouth, a well-used ass, and a grin from ear to ear! Eventually Big Buddy brought him home to his house outside Sacramento. They spent a couple more days fucking their brains out before Big Buddy made what Little Buddy called "an honorable proposal of marriage." Well, Buddy had more sense than to leave a good job and all for a guy he'd only known a short while, even if the dude was a humpy trucker with a big dick. So Buddy said he'd think about it, and maybe he could spend weekends with Big Buddy in the meantime, and maybe take his vacation time trucking. That was enough to keep Big Buddy happy, for a while at least, and a few months later Little Buddy was looking for a job up in Sacramento and giving head to Big Buddy's trucker pals while the burly driver looked on, proud as he could be that the best cock-sucker in the state was his Little Buddy. 

That's pretty much how the story ends. Except that they've been together a long time now, happy and horny in that small town. They still go trucking together, though. And whenever he's back in San Francisco, Little Buddy gives me a call. He's always ready to prove he's still the champion cock-sucker of California. And I'm here to tell you, he sure as hell is!