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    • As I was growing up, my Dad and I lived in a small town about 4 hours out of Melbourne along the main highway to Sydney. My Dad owned and ran a diner and truck stop (we lived out the back in a small house as there was only the both of us).

    My mother died when I was 2 so I never got to know her and grew up alone with my Dad. I was born here in Australia but my Mum and Dad came from Greece way back in the 1940's. Both worked and lived at the diner when I was born - but from the age of 2 it was just me and my Dad.

    When I was around 14, my Dad got me to help out during the summer holidays over the Christmas period. I remember I was given general duties (most of the cleaning and running errands for him and some of the local Truckers).

    At that stage my Dad was a very quiet man. He was firm and quite strict but he was also very quiet. Some of the guys that would come into the diner were always mouthing off, loud, crass and general really loud. Not my Dad - he was very quiet and spoke very few words.

    Even though he was a man of few words - he wasn't the type of man that you would consider shy or someone that lacked confidence. As I was growing up I remember thinking he was a giant - 6'3, black hair, thick arms and legs covered with dark hair and a strong chest (also covered in hair). I wouldn't say he was fat but quite solid. Now that I'm 31 I can see where I get my features from but when I was 14 I still had some way to go (although I was quite well developed for my age).

    During the first two summers working for my Dad at the diner I would get to know all the regular Trackers that would stop off and come in to eat and clean up. I remember that most of them were loud and always swore "fuck this" and "fuck that" and they would also talk about how much pussy they had or how they needed to "get a bit" (I actually remember them telling my Dad about how much their balls ached and how they needed to relieve some of the tension in their nuts).

    My Dad would always respond the same way and tell the guys that there were stag mags in the washrooms and to make sure they cleaned up after themselves. I remember the first time I saw one of the porno mags on the bench in the change rooms. I ran inside to my Dad and showed him the magazine. I assumed someone had forgotten it in there on their way through.

    He had a slight grin and said for me to place it back there. He explained it was for the customers and that I was not to touch or look at them - just clean around them. I remember asking him why they needed to see pictures of naked girls and people having sex. He said it helped them sleep better to unload their balls as they usually can't get any while on the road. This didn't really make sense but I did as he ordered and placed the magazine back and just went on cleaning the washroom.

    It was my third summer working at the diner that changed my life. I was now a veteran at helping out around the diner and truck stop having spent so much time there over the last two years.

    One of the truckers that was a regular at our diner was Tony, he was a short older Italian man (around 45 years old) that would stop in on Tuesdays (on the way up to Sydney) and Thursdays (on the way down to Melbourne). He was quite short, we were the same height (around 5'6) but he was well developed. Huge arms, thick forearms, broad shoulders with a beer gut. He was like my Dad in that he too was covered with dark hair (although he was bald) his body had a thick layer of hair. I remember seeing him the first time when I was working at the diner...short, well built, bald and dark hair all over his legs and arms with chest hair poking up from his open shirt. I also remember not liking him as he was a smart ass. Loud and always swearing, making wise cracks and generally a pig.

    When he first saw me working at the diner, for some reason he would call, "Hey there little girl." A few of the locals laughed when they heard this and from then on - it stuck. My Dad would just give Tony a look over the counter when he called me that but Tony would always shout out something like, "Keep your cool Big Boy, we're just having a bit of fun with your boy."

    Most of the interstate truckers would always pop in for a feed and a wash-up especially during the aussie summers - days well over 35 degree lasting for weeks on end without any cool weather. During these hot spells most of the men would come in wet from sweat from their long drive, usually covered in dust, grease or just general dirt.

    During these time I was always cleaning the washrooms (urinals along one wall, toilets across from them and showers at the end of the washroom). The middle of the room was a long bench (for people's belongings) which had all the porn magazines for the men to use.

    From a young age I would pick up the magazines and check out these women sitting and/or sucking these cocks (which I thought at the time were so huge), I got use to the idea of sex and how a cock needed to be treated and what women wanted men to do with their dicks. This combined with all the talk in the diner made for some interesting sex education. In hindsight I see that it was a little distorted but still proved useful for a young hungry mind.

    One a few occasions I would walk into the washrooms and notice someone in the cubical with a couple of the magazines missing. I would stand quietly at the end of the room and listen to some guy beat his cock to the mag - sound of foreskin slipping back and forth lubed with pre-cum, magazine pages turning, more shuffling and the best bit was the moaning noises at the end. Initially who ever was in there would try to keep the noise down as much as possible but as he got into it the noise and moans would get louder. I even heard a few guys swear and shout out as they were cuming.

    Once they had finished their business I would pretend to have just entered the washroom, running my normal errands, as the men would come out of the cubical. Initially they seemed a little startled but as I went along my normal duties they didn't seemed at all fussed. Most of the guys would come out with bulges in their jeans - still hard from the session in the toilet. I remember one of the local guys coming out with cum stains on his shorts.

    Some of the men knew I was standing outside after the first few times, some even came out and winked at me and said things like, "Damn I needed that," or, "Fuck that was good," and then throw the magazine onto the bench in front of me.

    Another thing about the washroom was that no matter how much I cleaned, the smell of urine, sweat and grease was always there. During the really hot spells, the smell would be quite strong (I also noticed that many of the guys would smell like this - mostly sweat and grease).

    It was during an extremely hot day that Tony turned up at the diner. I remember trying to get out of the diner before he walked in as I wanted to avoid him and his loud mouth. Unfortunately no luck as I had to clean some of the tables for the afternoon rush in the diner.

    My Dad gave me a look which was "don't move anywhere - you have work to do right here" so I figure I may as well stay there and try to finish up as soon as possible.

    Tony that day was in a foul mood - something about a return pickup which will cost him half a day, so he was not in a good mood (add the extreme heat to that frustration and you had one angry italian man). I kept my head down and cleaned the tables hoping he wouldn't notice me.

    I wasn't really listen to the conversation Tony was having with my Dad but I could make out only a few phrases..."it's been a cunt of a day" and "little fuckers are fucking me around". Obviously something to do with this return pick up.

    "Hey little girl - set me up a place over there - I'm gonna have a quick feed coz I need to take a shower soon. Fucking sweat is creeping down my ball sack and making me itch" Screamed Tony from the counter. I lowered my head even more hoping no one heard that.

    I quickly cleared the table and set up his food as he ordered. I looked at my Dad for any support but again I got that look.

    Tony sat down to his food and started to eat. A few of the regulars were in at the time so Tony started a conversation with them - from across the room and with his mouth full. "If these pricks are gonna fuck me around I'm gonna have to teach them a lesson ... maybe I take some time out and stay in Sydney, delay the delivery, make the motherfuckers wait. Besides I need to unload into a tight pussy - been a while fellas." There were a few chuckles from the group and I remember looking at him from the corner of my eye, watching him talk and eat. His forearms thick as tree trunks, leaning up on the table covered in sweaty hair and his mouth constantly talking and eating. Under the table he had his legs spread while leaning into his food. I could see the sweat stain down the middle of his groin. His legs also covered in a layer of sweat and the bottom of his shorts were wet from all the sweat.

    "HEY GIRL! What the fuck are you looking at!??"

    I jumped back a little not noticing that I had been staring at Tony. I heard my Dad say something from the grill about taking it easy to Tony but still his voice came booming over the slience.

    "You checking out what a real man looks like?" he said - a little lower this time so my Dad wouldn't hear. All I could do was keep staring at him not knowing what to say. I didn't want him to get angry and start picking on me so I said nothing.

    He lowered his voice a little more - this time so only I could hear. "I know what little girls want," and gave me a funny look. I didn't know exactly what he was getting at but the look on Tony's face gave me a fright. He was unshaven (about three days growth dark olive skin and thick eyebrows with a forehead full of sweat).

    I excused myself and went back to cleaning the tables as I heard him mumble something like, "Fucking faggot".

    I thought I'd go into the washrooms to clean up for the afternoon rush (and to get away from Tony).

    About ten minutes later, as I was washing down one of the showers when I heard someone come in and stop at the entrance. I looked around and I saw Tony standing there - looking more solid and sweatier than before. All I could do was to continue with cleaning the shower and pretend that this guy wasn't getting to me. He didn't say anything for the first couple of minutes - he just stood there watching me. Eventually I asked if he wanted to use the showers (so I could again escape).

    "I need these washed," he said starting to take off his shirt and shorts. "I smell like a fucking dog turd." He threw his shirt, shorts, socks and underwear on the ground in front of him and stood there naked. Again I found myself staring at him without wanting to ... . this time I was amazed by his build, his hairy chest and stomach and his thick uncut cock. I remember that his cock was not that long, especially having seen my Dad's from time to time ... now his was huge. Tony's was not huge but boy was it thick. At the end was a thick piece of foreskin, dark in colour and hanging off the end of his meat (you could see the outline of his knob which looked like a mushroom head).

    "Hey Faggot! You gonna stare at my tool all day or are you gonna give these a quick wash?" Tony said with a slight grin.

    I remember saying something like sorry and walking over to pick up the clothes from the floor. I also remember the smell coming from Tony and his clothes - sweet and musky. He was still wet from the sweat and as I got closer I noticed his body hair and pubes where wet with a fine film of sweat sitting on his skin.

    I was surprised that Tony wasn't saying much as he's usually mouthing off - he stood there silent and totally naked with his thick piece of manhood hanging there covered with his dark foreskin. Even though I'm sure it took only moments - it seemed like many minutes as I went over to pick up Tony's clothes at his feet to take them to the laundry. I remember noticing that his cock was now swelling and that his foreskin was pulling back slowly revealing his cock head and piss slit.

    Mixed with the smell, his thick swelling member and my uneasiness I froze in front of him, kneeling on one knee picking up his dirty clothes. I didn't flinch as he moved a step forward. Then another.

    Tony walked slowly passed me and to the bench were all the porn was and sat down facing me with his legs spread. He was short but he had a solid built body - barrel chest and defined strong legs (all covered in hair). He had a beer gut which hung over his cock, round and solid but the rest of him was all muscle.

    "You play with your little pussy looking at these?" Tony said flicking through the first magazine. I said nothing.

    "Bet you touch that pussy of yours while flicking through the mags ... I bet you wanna thick cock just like the sluts in here," he said this without looking up at me - just kept flicking though the porn mag. "I've fucked plenty of tight cunts but I bet nothing would compared to your cherry hole."

    By now his cock had swollen into the thickest cock I had seen (even the guys in the mags didn't seem to have such thick cocks). His balls were heavy and resting against his ass crack and his tool stood to attention (just under his gut). The foreskin pulled back and showing a wet, purple cock head.

    I had never thought I would be so mesmerised by a naked man but in this case I couldn't look away. Somehow Tony knew this and started to play on it. "You gonna come here and taste it or am I gonna have to beat your faggot ass into taking it?"

    I was stunned that he wanted me to do anything - I thought he only like girls. This gave me enough of a fright to make me get up and take a few steps back. With this move Tony got up (now his hard cock sticking into the air and bouncing as he walked over) grabbed me by the arm and threw me up against on of the urinals.

    I lost my balance and ended head first in one of the urinals.

    All of a sudden Tony grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me towards him. His fingers were pushing into my skin and he had me in a tight lock. "I need to fuck some tight pussy ... you hear me girl!!??" he shouted. My head was swimming with confused thoughts - all I hoped was that someone would hear all the commotion in the diner and come out to see what was happening or someone would want to use the washroom and come in and stop Tony.

    With his fingers digging deep into my neck he pushed me forward this time - face first into the urinal. My face was squashed up against the white porcelain of the urinal - the smell of urine and toilet cleaner burnt my nose. He held me there for a moment and started to mumble something about filling my tight boy cunt.

    I felt him loosen his grip a little and then with one hand continue to push my face into the urinal. With his other he started to pull my shorts down. I could feel his hairy hand against my skin ... mixed feeling of excitement and fear filled me as he gropped at pulled at my shorts. He screamed, "Get your ass up slut!". He wanted me to raise my behind to make it easier for him to lower my shorts.

    To my shock - I was getting hard. The feel of his hand, the image of his thick member and the smell in the room all started to play on my mind and I was getting hard.

    Tony pulled my shorts off - half ripping them and started to finger my crack, slidding his thick hairy fingers up and down my crack. I must have moved when he touched me as he started to laugh. "You seem to like that ... look at your little boy cock - all ready for Tony's hog meat." His grip loosened a little but he still had me pinned face first against the urinal with my naked ass in the air. He continued to finger my crack - brushing over my asshole (everytime this happened I would tighten my muscles around my asshole which seemd to amuse Tony). "You got the idea bitch - your gonna work your pussy for Tony just like that!"

    Without warning I felt his fingers enter me. Felt like he had shoved his whole hand in me. I started to yell out in pain which made him push my head even harder into the urinal. I started to feel like i didnt have enough air and that his grip on the back of my neck was getting stronger (even with one hand). All the while - my cock betrayed me and stood to full attention. "I've not seen such a small pussy in all my life - gonna need to rip me some of that pussy," he said half laughing.

    Again I felt his finger enter me - this time i tightened my hole around his finger. "Good whore," is all I heard Tony say. He started to pump his finger in and out of my hole and a shot of pain ran up my body and straight to my head which was almost numb by now. Tony started to probe deeper and harder, all the while I kept tightening my ass hole around his finger. This only made him laugh, "Good...this will be perfect."

    He withdrew his finger for a moment and my body seemed to relax. I thought that this might be the end of it and that Tony had finished his little game with me. For a second there I thought he was going to let go but instead I felt his huge cock head up against my hole. I wanted to shout out for him to stop but my energy seem spent and the fact that I was all hot and horny didnt help my clear thinking.

    I could hear Tony's breathing get heavier. He ran his cock head over my asshole making it wet with his precum (I felt his foreskin move along my crack - it was thick and textured). I held my breath as I knew that this would hurt alot.

    As my face was pushed up against the urinal I couldnt see the front half of the room but I actually heard someone come in. "Saved," I thought. For a few moments nothing happened. No talking. Nothing. Tony's grip didn not ease up and by now my head felt like it was going to explode. I wanted to say something but I seemed to have lost my voice ... I was unable to speak - all I could do was make grunting noises. With my head jammed up against the urinal I couldnt make out who it was that had come into the washrooms (maybe I was just imagining it - but I was sure the reason Tony stopped was because there was someone else in there to).

    Who ever it was or whether it was anyone at all, I suddently felt Tony's cock push against my asshole. At first it seemed it wasnt going to go in as I know his cock was way too thick for my hole. With a second push I felt his knob enter me. Pain and excitement overtook me body. I sreamed but all that came out was a muffled groan. This time I heard Tony moan....long and loud, "Arrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhh." With this I felt his thick short cock open me up deeper.

    He started to slide his cock back and forth ... his foreskin helping with the motion and me up against the urinal with nowhere to go. This seem to last a long time, broken up with Tony saying, "Yeahhh bitch, sure like that boy pussy," and "Ohhhhhh fuck yeah - gonna fill you with my seed bitch." My cock was now dripping with precum and it was pulsing with every push of Tony's cock. His grip was still there but after a while Tony pulled his hand off my neck and held me against the urinal with both hands up against my shoulders (pulling me into his thick tool when he pushed it deeper into me).

    I still felt that someone was in there but I didnt understand why they had not done anything to stop Tony (or was it my imagination I thought). I was sure I heard someone come in and why did he stop?

    This train of thought was short lived as Tony started to fuck my ass harder and faster ... almost throwing me off balance. I knew he was ready to cum as his cock started to jerk inside me, seemed to swell and get even thicker. By now my ass was hurting but the feeling made me numb and I was getting to like it.

    "Ooooohhhhhh fuck yeah ... milk my thick hog meat ... take it all you whore ... yeah babe ... faster bitch." Tony was getting ready. "Fuck!" he shouted loud and started to pour his cum inside me. I felt it spread through my insides and start to leak out my hole while Tony still kept pumping his cock. It felt warm and wet and I could feel his seed drip down my crack and over my balls which were ready to explode by now.

    "FUCK YES!" shouted Tony. "You're one tight pussy ... you need to get some of this ass Sam," I heard Tony say. SAM! SAM? Was he talking to my Dad - Sam? Why would he say that? It didnt make sense. As Tony let go of my shoulders and pulled out his cock I straightened up and turned to see my Dad on the bench with his levis around his ankles and his cock hard and standing to attention. I had never seen my Dad with a full on hardon ... although I was shocked that he watched and let Tony do that to me - again I found myself staring at his cock. He was long and thick (not as thick as Tony but around 8" and cut with a swollen cock head). I couldn't believe it - my own Dad watching me and getting all excited.

    I stood up a turned towards him without my shorts and my boy cock still full and hard. Without saying a word he got up and walked over to me (his cock touching his belly button and his low hanging balls swaing as he walked). He knelt down in front of me and placed his hand around my cock. Tony sat on the bench where my father was just before and it was his turn to watch.

    My body shook with excitement. My nuts were wet from Tony's cum and my asshole was sore for his thick cock - now my cock was ready to explode. My Dad started to stroke my cock slowly using some of the cum from my balls as lube. Full deep slow strokes. I wanted to cum so bad.

    My Dad leaned in close and said in my ear, "I want to taste your boy cum." He said this so close to my ear that I felt his breath against my skin - and with that I started to explode into his hand. Shot after shot of cum ... covering my dad's hand and spilling onto the floor. I kept shooting as my cock twitched. I thought I was going to pass out.

    Once I had finished and my cock was drained of all fluid I stood there looking at my Dad - waiting for him to say something.

    He pulled his jeans up - still hard and hung as ever and said for me to go inside and see how Scott was going in the diner. I hesistated a moment wanting to stay there with him but he said for me to leave him and Tony alone and that he'd be in when "he finished".

    With that I put on my shorts, splashed water on my face and tried to straighten myself up leaving Tony naked there on the bench and my Dad still hard.

    I worked at the diner and truck stop for another two years during the summer holidays. From then on every Tuesday and Thursday I would wait for Tony to arrive and we (me, Tony and my Dad) would go out the back and have some fun. I even started to play with my old man between Tony's visits. After my 18th I went off to University in melbourne and lived in a small student appartment in the city.

    I'm currently married with two kids (8 and 6 year old boys) and we visit my Dad every other weekend at his house out near the highway (the diner and truck stop is now closed and a huge Shell petrol station has opened up down the road). When we get an opportunity we discuss the fun old days of the truck stop and I get updates on good ol' Tony (he still sees my Dad from time to time).


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