Liotta Lad

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Lucky for him, Alessandra wanted to believe his pathetic lies. It only took a few days and she was ready to take him back. Sunday night he was fucking her again, going at it with all the brass of a smutty sex addict.

He was just too beautiful. He always got what he wanted. Stefano was the kind of beauty that Kings lost their empires over. And the Kings were ready on all sides to go to war for his ass.

In the heat of his quarrel with Alessandra, Stefano almost forgot that Dan wouldn't be at work Monday. He searched the warehouse for his lover, but found no trace. At last Gary was there with a shining smile,

"We're on the same run today."

Stefano could barely contain his excitement. Three days alone with the Jordie. Of course he was going to try it on.

It was another bright summer's day, and he put a naughty playlist on his Spotify.

"What is this crap you kids listen to these days?" Gary chortled.

His derision only made the Man sexier in Stefano's eyes. He wanted Gary to look down on him, tell him off. He gave his Workmate cheek all morning.

About lunchtime, Gary was busy shifting crates in the back of the truck when Stefano saw his chance. There was enough room onboard for anything to happen, and he jumped up inside, pulling the shutter down a bit.

"Don't play silly buggers," Gary chided, but Stefano ignored him and simply yanked his joggers down, putting his famous Calvin's on full display. His cheeky stubby was clearly visible in the half-light, leaking a telling wet patch in the corner of his boxer briefs.

"You're asking for trouble, lad!" Gary warned, going red in the face.

"That's exactly what I want," Stefano persisted.

He drew close not knowing how the Man would react, and half expecting a smack in the face. Surprisingly, Gary held the boy loosely.

"I'm not gay, like," he sniffed.

"Treat me like a girl then," Stefano riled, turning about to rub his butt in Gary's crotch.

"So this is what you and Danny have been getting up to, eh? Dirty games in the back of his truck? Always knew there was something wrong about that one. He's a dirty fucking nonce!"

"Don't act like you don't want it," the teen goaded, "We've all seen the bofty you get when I show you my pants."

Gary couldn't deny it,

"There's just something about you, boy," he murmured, taking hold of the lad by the hips.

"Mmmm, are you gonna fuck me, Gary?"

"What the wife doesn't know can't hurt her," the Man reasoned.

Stefano thought the exact same thing about Dan as he bent over a box. Then Gary pulled long dick out and plunged it directly into Stefano's poon.

"Fuck!" the lad gasped.

"You like that?" Gary sneered, "Fuck, you're tight, boy! Real nice!"

And he struck up a steady beat.

The busy street was still partly visible in the short, knee-high gap under the shutter, and Stefano moaned more loudly than he might usually do in the hope that passersby would hear him getting packed.

"Fuck, you're a sweet fuck, boyo!" the Geordie sighed, slapping his balls on the lad's gooch.

Slowing down to catch his breath before building back up to speed, Gary was cumming like a Boss,

"Fuck, that was so good!"

"Better than your Missus?" Stefano dared to blurt, turning back to face his aggressor.

"Oi watch it, you!" Gary barked, before planting a Manly kiss on the teen's saucy mouth.

He couldn't believe he was doing it. Kissing a boy! But it felt so good, fucking his Boss' son like some filthy bitch in the back of the van.

In the afternoon he decided to park up somewhere quiet Stefano could suck his dick before returning to depot. And by pure chance, he pulled into the same shady lane Dan had taken them the day he whipped the boy's ass.

Stefano's heart was pounding as he realised what was happening. Moreover, a second truck was already parked up in the shadows, and his mind exploded as he recognised the same cute redhead slouched wth a newspaper in the driver's seat.

"Shit," Gary frowned, "Not such a quiet spot after all..."

"Let him watch," Stefano said cooly.

"Really?" Gary smiled, "You dirty bastard!"

The ginger lad sat up when he recognised the Sicilian teen. And just as Stefano had wanted, he watched unblinkingly, with an equal measure of jealousy and amazement as the lad went down on yet another sexy Truck Driver. Hurriedly getting his pretty copper-knob out, he starting wanking along with them like before.

Stefano gave Gary's shaft everything he had, working it fist over gob, getting sloppy and throwing loaded glances at the voyeur opposite.

"Fuck!" Gary was panting, the juice rising in his truncheon till he spurt.

The redhead bust his nut about the same time, and they drove off exchanging naughty glances.

More took place the next day, Gary's and Stefano's chores punctuated with steamy gay sex.

"That's my name on your shirt," Stefano reminded his new Conqueror between kisses.

"Yeah, and your arse has my name on it, boy!" Gary rejoined, lowering the lad on his great Tuss.

Later, when they were clocking off, Stefano felt he had to mention Dan's return the following day,

"You know Dan's coming back tomorrow..."

"Yeah, so what?" Gary flared defensively.

"So, you know..."

"What, he thinks he owns you or something?"

"No, it's just..."

"Well, does he?"

"No..." the teen glowered, looking over his shoulder to be sure no one was there to hear, "no, it's just..."

"You can fuck who ever you want, and you wanted me! You wanted my dick, 'cos you know how much better Geordies taste then these soft southern cunts!"

Stefano blushed.

"Whose got the tastiest dick, me or Dan?"

"...you have," Stefano confessed, but he couldn't be sure if it was only the base malfeasance of their liaison that made it true.

"He wants a piece of this, like!" Gary hissed, punching his open palm with a loud clop, "Poncing round 'cos he thinks he owns the shop! Can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees his boy begging to drink from my Geordie cock! Isn't that right, lad?"

But Stefano wasn't the only one leaking precum as he listened to this tirade. Quiet and still as a fucking tree was Stefano's fat cousin Philip, pinching his choad behind the shelves in disbelief. Everything he dreamed about Stefano was true.

That night he whacked off five times, replaying what he'd heard in the warehouse and imaging the scenes Gary described. Stefano was gay! and he was getting pounded left right and centre by all these hot Truckers!

Philip knew it was wrong, but he had the sweetest crush on his cousin. Even though Stefano was always so mean to him, no one in the world was sexier or more cool. And now that he knew Stefano was a faggot too, he allowed himself to kindle the tiniest glimmer of hope that his arrogant Adonis might just requite the tender feelings he cherished so long in secret.

Next chapter: Troubled teen finds solace in his cousin