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in him. Small tears ran down his face as he kept himself pinned up against the passenger side door. Glad for the silence, and yet hating it as it gave his mind time to think, time to condemn him for being a slut.

They had driven for a few hours and Josh could feel the driver's eyes glancing back to his crotch frequently. He knew that he would have to feel those strong hands on his dick again, and he wasn't thrilled.

He didn't know how guys did it, selling their ass. All he could think of was getting out, getting somewhere that had a hot bath so he could try and wipe the feeling away. He didn't feel so shit hot right now; and yet the idea that someone found him attractive enough to want him, even for a price, was appealing to his young mind.

The truck drove into a shabby looking truck stop. It had a small cafe and gas bar. The driver opened his door, and as he started to get down, he turned to Josh.

"Well, if you want to go any further you'll have to ante up again once we hit the road, otherwise you get off here kid. So, what's it going to be?"

Josh had no idea where here was, but he knew that he didn't want those hands around his naked body again. He also didn't want that mouth to taste his milk anymore. The guy made him feel dirty and at least he was far enough away that he could take some time.

"I'll get off here, thanks."

"Suit yourself kid, but if you change your mind, let me know. I'm grabbing some hot food and then heading off. You got time to consider my offer."

The driver was disappointed. He had hoped he could take this kid all the way. He looked at him, and licking his lips he wondered if he could maybe find another way to do the kid? Well, he'd see after he had some food, maybe he would even just fork out some money for the kid. That might work, but let the kid think on it first; it might still work out, it usually did with these young ones.

His stomach gurgled and he felt rather dizzy as the smells from the cafe wafted over to him. He was starved, and he had a few dollars, but he wanted to save what little money he had. Maybe if he talked to the truck driver, and he threw in some food, well, maybe he would do it one more time.

He stood up and started to walk towards the cafe when he spotted the truck driver. Josh was about to call out to him, when he noticed that he was heading towards the bushes with another person, a tall thin looking guy with long hair.

Well, guess that's out, he thought. There wasn't much doubt what they were heading off to do. He went and sat back down at the curb side, wondering what he should do next. He needed a ride, that was for sure. Well, at least he had a better chance of getting one from here.

He was dozing off, the warmth of the cafe made him relaxed and the hot coffee that he had grudgingly indulged in was helping too. He knew he couldn't just stay here, and he shook himself awake. Surveying the parking lot, there weren't many options.

Slowly he got himself together, flinging his back pack over his shoulder. He paid the bill and headed outside, to stand by the roadway, and see if he could hitch another ride to somewhere. He thought about the truck driver who had already left. He didn't even notice him return or anything but he saw the truck pull out and his heart sank. If he had only

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