Preview:..Big Al, a trucker, needs a good pounding after delivering a load: He receives two more of "another kind" during a stopover. Sometimes when you've been running the road, you just want a big, hard cock to play with.
"Once I park this trailer honey, I'm headed for a hot shower. Will you pick me up, or do I need to bobtail to your house," I asked young Sage, as the tall, slender, black stud muffin had one of the prettiest cocks.
I'd just ran a load from Lafayette, Louisiana to Virginia Beach, the cap off of running in excess 3,000 miles the previous days and wanting to go home an hour away, but I ran out of driving time for the day. When I made it deliver the freight, I sat for six hours as the damned recipient was unorganized, and had a unload crew with the biggest attitude, so I made the most of my time waiting by seeing who was nearby.
"I love big dudes, and I ain't never been with a trucker before," said the 26-year-old as he seemed amazed more of my profession than my ability to suck cock.
I needed a good thrashing as I hadn't so much as looked at a cock in a few months, being my company had me running good freight and earning good dividends the previous months. The urge hit me as soon as I hit North Carolina, rolling on I-85 and barreling through until I got to Virginia and started squirming in my seat. I last sucked dick maybe six months prior as I was in Atlanta with some wannabe rapper, and got fucked longer that, perhaps while on vacation with my daughters on a cruise to Mexico, and even that was an accident as the guy, a serviceman aboard with his wife, had a little too much to drink when chatting with me at the bar, and I took him back to my cabin. It amazed me how these young, tender, big dicked stallions loved fat, white guys like myself: 58 years of age, six feet tall, 330 lbs. Sage would break it down nicely during our initial conversation as he didn't mention my gorgeous face (some tell me I look like I'm in my 30s, and I have great hygiene), but it was all my ass for I was carrying a wagon from years of eating unhealthy and being a trucker.
"More bounce for the ounce," he said as he mentioned why young guys like himself were turned on.
That made me tingle all over as I loved to see it, or feel it when I backed this ass against someone and the waves in my cheeks would rotate forward, the feeling of a hard cock making my pussy twist and cream, passing the ultimate orgasms through me to drive me insane. Sage wanted to do this and more once I unhooked my trailer, as he promised to fuck me good as long as I gave him a tour of my beloved Peterbilt.
"You can even ride in it tomorrow, as long as you take this ass," I said to him over the phone.
I parked my trailer as we chatted on the phone through a wet, muggy Friday night. He told me to park in front of his apartment as I could shower and unwind there.
"Even got drinks and food on deck if you like," he told me, and I hurried from the warehouse to his place which was 10 minutes away.
I parked directly in front of his apartment in the parking lot, and he came towards the truck looking like a professional basketball player (six foot six, 220 lbs.), as he donned workout gear and headphones. I unlocked the passenger door and he climbed in, and I let him check out my decked out cab from the television erected, to the mini kitchen I carried all under comfortable lighting. He understood I spent majority of my life on the road, and that I needed the joys of everyday life for I had to make an honest living. He was amazed by my setup, how someone in such a demanding profession could live so comfortably.
"I'm amazed by how fat that cock is," I told him as I grabbed the base through his shorts.
The piece Sage was carrying was unlike no other I've had. Even when soft in his loose shorts, I could see the curved tool as it resembled part of a water hose. He let me touch it, and I grabbed the head to feel it harden, as he suddenly was engorged out of nowhere.
"Lemme taste," I told him as it was dark and no one would see us, and I pulled those shorts down as he stood in front of me while I sat in fhe driver's seat.
"Still gotta get inside," he whispered while I put my mouth on that mushroom head, savoring his flavor as he leaked precum.
He reached a hand in my shirt and started rubbing my left nipple, then caressing my beefy, hairy breast before he pulled on the nipple with his fingertips. I wasn't sure if he knew that turned me on as the right twist and I would be trying to twist out of my clothes. I gripped harder on his cock as retribution and he pulled away, urging that we climb out of my rig, and trek into his place.
"You get your shower and we can finish what we started," he told me and so we hopped out of my truck and into his place.
I took my bag of toiletries and fresh clothes into his guest bathroom, stripped naked then cut on the spigot to the hottest water as I wanted to wash off the funk of the road. I douched thoroughly, thinking he'd go pretty deep with that monstrous stick of his, then shaved a little as my stubble was coming through. Once I finished, I dried off and walked back into his living room where he waited on the couch, his hard dick standing straight up with its curve, and him wearing nothing but white socks.
"That's a turn on by the way," I told him as I started giggling.
He wasn't moved, instead biting down on his bottom lip and waving for me to come over.
"Like I said, bitch, finish what you started," he directed in a stormy tone as his attitude became a little authoritative.
I was all man in public, but just what we called me, a bitch, behind closed doors when it came to men. I loved my bottomhood, being inferior to a more dominate force and submitting my body to a stud like Sage. His dark, smooth skin contained many tattoos, and he was chiseled from whatever workouts he endured with the strongest muscle being in my mouth, and I gagging on it from being so large.
"Don't stop, push it down your throat," he said as I struggled, gagging and coughing while he pushed my head down on the thick base.
The biggest cock I remembered playing with was this Argentinian guy in Chicago who was maybe nine inches, but Sage was more, perhaps an entire ruler length as he had to be near or at 12 inches in length. To describe his jet black prick, he had a huge spade like tip that was dark purple, and a skinny area underneath that thickened via the shaft, with the base, surrounded by his thick plume of pubes being the thickest point. When deep throating him, it was as if my throat was being molded, and though I struggled, I was turned on in attempting to take it all, and knowing that same effect would happen once I sat on it, and let him ride me from behind. I'd eventually get it right with tears and saliva drenching his truffle like balls, and get so carried away that he had to push me off of him.
"Turn that ass around," he told me.
"Yes sir. Are you gonna fuck me sir," I asked as I knelt in the middle of his living room floor.
He wouldn't answer me and just got up to go into room, and returned to spray my hole with lubricant. He slipped a finger inside and I gripped the carpet, as I was so tight it hurt for him to enter me the way he did.
"You gotta open up," he said as he felt around, wiggling inside a bit before he locked down on my prostate.
I'd feel him spread my left ass cheek then pull out the finger and to add another, and I'd bounce back and forth as I literally rode the finger. He chuckled, then replaced gus finger with his huge cock as I tried rotating on it at first, until I realized how big it was.
"Nope, don't stop now," he told me.
He placed both of his hands at the top of my ass to pull me back to his cock, but the girth was real and more to handle than thr two fingers he was playing with. I stopped moving, but he started as he went deep and I screamed, for the feeling was excruciating at first. I begged of him to stop and let me get used to him, and he would, but would reach down and grab my tits from behind and being massaging.
"Dick took you by total surprise, huh," he asked.
It did, but my hole was adjusting and trying to wrap around his meat stick as I was so tight, and he was so stiff I could feel his pulse. After a minute or two he started moving his hips side to side, and I enjoyed it as my hole stretched to his rhythm. This caused the initial orgasms as I felt my cunt literally beating to the presence of his manhood, and he started moving back and forth as I felt that tip rubbing past my sphincter, my poor tunnel deepened due to his efforts.
"Don't stop doing that, right there baby," I said as he had a slow motion, one that caused my hole to quiver each time he rammed in forward.
He slapped my ass a couple times and as a reflex I bounced back and forth, driving myself crazy as I felt the full effects of that hard cock. Sage was rearranging my guts with that sweet tasting tool of his as the curve, the veins, the base and everything in between with it just made my body tingle.
"Yeah, guess I need to throw that dick some more," he told me as he completely took over and started clashing against my hips, basically plowing me until I began to lament in pure joy.
Sage was pumping hard and fast, making my prostate "rain" as i couldn't stopping cumming internally. The squishy disposition, along with the sounds of our bodies smacking was music to my ears, and my moans couldn't drown it out as Sage was ultra physical. I was used to that cock and didn't want it to stop, but he'd grunt, then whine as I felt those hot spurts deep inside as he bred me. When he finished, he pulled out, then crawled over to my mouth to get me to suck him until he was soft, in which five minutes or so later, I'd swallow yet another load just as plentiful as the one he laid in my ass. He pushed me away and laid back on the floor as that long tool went limp, and I tried to kiss his body, only for him to decline as he was super sensitive.
I ended laying near his feet, resting on my side and thinking how he opened me up after the drought. We chatted a bit, and I'd take another shower before the urge to leave hit. I got dressed, took a bottled water from his fridge, then hugged and thank him, with him promising his home was always open to me if I needed "another go." I'd spend the night in the truck, then at dawn, I hit the road again with trailer, heading home for a bit before heading south to North Carolina for my next piece of freight to pickup, and perhaps come across the next cock seeking odyssey.