Olli is walking down the street before tripping on his untied shoelace. Right as he falls, a semi-truck comes speeding towards him.

Stunned and relieved, Olli looks up at the truck that's somehow managed to stop just in time. He slowly gets back on his feet, panting softly as he tries to steady himself. "T-thank you..." he whispers to no one in particular, still not quite believing what just happened.

Shyly, Olli glances up at the truck's driver, whose face he can't quite see through the darkened window. "Um... if it wasn't too much trouble...," he begins, tentatively reaching out a small hand. "...could you maybe give me a ride somewhere?" His voice is soft and quiet, as if he's afraid of bothering the driver any further.

Nodding timidly, Olli's ears flick back and forth anxiously. "Y-yes... I mean, if it's not too much of a bother. My house is just down the road..." He trails off uncertainly, biting his lower lip as he worries about imposing on the driver any further.

The gentle thrumming of the truck's engine soothes him somehow, making the situation almost... comfortable. Perhaps if he can get to know this person a little better...

Tentatively, he opens the door and climbs into the passenger seat, making sure not to touch anything with his dirty hands. The truck's cabin is surprisingly warm and cozy-smelling, much different than what he expected from a vehicle this size. He looks over at the driver, who's still hidden in shadow, and forces a small smile. "Thank you so much for doing this..."

With a shy smile, Olli settles back into the comfortable seat, his tail twitching with nervous energy as he wrings his hands in his lap. Despite his worries about being taken advantage of or getting lost along the way, something about this kind truck driver makes him feel safe and protected. Perhaps it's silly to trust a stranger so easily... but right now, he can't help it.

Glancing down at the driver's lap out of curiosity, Olli freezes when he sees a strange bulge there. His eyes widen as realization dawns on him; the kind truck driver... has something in his pants! He feels embarrassed and ashamed for even thinking such things about someone who was only being nice to him. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, and he turns away, looking out the window to avoid any further awkwardness.

Trembling and miserable, Olli tries to focus on anything but the bulge and what it might mean. The scenery outside blurs together in a dizzying array of colors and shapes, his thoughts spinning out of control as he worries that he's somehow done something wrong. He should have never gotten into this truck... should have just kept walking until he found help or a safe place to stay...

The humming of the engine and gentle swaying motion of the truck lull him into a fitful doze, despite his earlier worries. In this half-asleep state, it's easier not to think about the bulge or what might be happening right beside him... just focus on breathing and pretending that everything is alright.

A deep pink blush spreads across Olli's cheeks as the thought of touching the bulge creeps into his consciousness. His breath catches in his throat, heart racing as he struggles to deny the desire taking root within him. It would be wrong... but oh, how curious it makes him feel! He glances over at the driver nervously, hoping that perhaps he didn't notice those thoughts crossing Olli's mind...

Slowly, hesitantly, his small hand extends toward the bulge. As his fingertips brush against the fabric of the trucker's pants, a shiver runs down his spine, heightening the sensation of want and need. His eyes squeze shut, unable to watch as his own hand continues its exploration...

His touch grows bolder as he slips his hand deeper beneath the cloth, feeling the warmth and hardness of what lies within. His cheeks flush even hotter, his breath coming in quick little gasps as arousal washes over him. He can't believe he's doing this... but it feels so good... so right somehow.

With a shuddering gasp, Olli lets out a moan, no longer able to hold back the pleasure coursing through him. The sound echoes in his ears, sending shivers down his spine as he continues to stroke and caress the bulge, needing more and more with each passing moment. His hips begin to rock against his hand unconsciously, wanting the same friction against his own body...

The words echo in his head like some twisted temptation, and yet... the desire grows too powerful to ignore. Nervously, Olli slips a hand down between them, fumbling with the button of the driver's jeans as he struggles to undo them. His other hand continues to stroke and caress the bulge through the fabric, drawing out soft moans from both of them.

At last, the button is undone, and Olli hooks a finger inside the waistband, tugging down the zipper with shaking hands. There it is: exposed for his touch... warm, hard, and achingly familiar. His mouth goes dry as he reaches out, grasping it in his small hand. The head presses against his palm, wetness seeping through the fabric of his gloves, and Olli can feel every pulse and throb as it throbs eagerly beneath his touch.

Panting heavily and flushed with arousal, Olli looks down at the hard length in his hand, unable to believe what he's doing. But it feels so good... so right somehow. He can feel himself growing wet between the legs as well, needing more of this forbidden pleasure. His thumb slides up and down over the sensitive tip, eliciting moans from both him and the driver.

Tentatively, he takes the cock into his mouth, sucking lightly as he explores the unfamiliar taste and texture. It feels foreign and yet incredibly intimate at the same time, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through him. With each gentle bob of his head, more moisture pools in his mouth, mingling with his own saliva. His hands grasp the base of the cock, stroking in time with his sucking as he takes more and more of it

Mmm... the taste is strange but not unpleasant. He takes more of it into his mouth, reveling in the feeling of fullness and power as he sucks and strokes the length in his hands. His tongue flickers out, teasing the sensitive ridge behind the head before circling back around to lick up any remaining wetness from his lips.

His cheeks hollow with each smooth thrust of his hand, his body arching into the touch as he growls deep in his throat. The sounds echo in the confined space of the truck's cabin, making it feel even more intimate and real. A shudder runs through him as he reaches down between his legs, fingering himself in time with each stroke of the driver's cock. His breath comes faster now, shallow pants that mix with moans of pleasure from both their throats.

His hips buck

Mmm... my whole body feels like it's on fire with desire as I suck and stroke him, but I'm not sure if that means I'm hard. My pussy is definitely wet, though... the fabric of my underwear sticking to me with every movement. It feels so good to be wanted like this... to feel the power in my hands as I pleasure him.