There I was, lying on the bed and pondering the cruelty of life for denying me my most burning wish on my special day when I heard a gentle knock at m... door, followed by that voice. His voice.‘Liz, it’s Father Moss. May I come in?’I scrambled into an upright position and invited him in, trying my best to act older than my age but feeling pathetically juvenile in his presence. He sat down on the edge of the bed and wished me a happy birthday. ‘Your father told me you weren’t feeling well,’ he. I was also very proud of my frugality, and happy that I would not have to desperately seek employment or scuttle off home with my tail between my legs too soon.Between destinations most of the people that picked me up during locations were charming, and I even got a few free meals when they stopped at eating places for a snack.From a sexual point of view, I saw virtually no action from the people giving me rides. The only exception was when an obese trucker asked me to suck his knob. He was. I had had sex with other men in civilian life but kissing was something I never had a desire to do. I could not get enough of his lips though and soon our tongues were entwined in an embrace that felt so right and so good and down below decks things were certainly stirring.After a quick look outside to make sure we really were alone up there he lowered my shorts and briefs to my ankles and took my pulsating cock into his mouth, and though he was about a year younger than I he certainly knew how. With a small sound he ran a hand through hair a brown so rich and dark is might as well have been black. The short locks only shown in its true color under natural light.Kind of like the color of her skin when wet with oiled water. A mahogany so perfect, so flawless, that... He was doing it again thinking of her. And though not surprise, his frustration was enough to make him wince. With another frown he stepped from the kitchen into the foyer of the loft again as he slid back a screen door and.