Trucker Al ran across Danny, one of the first cocks he ever sucked, and his jealous partner, Stan. It turned out a "sexual score needed to be settled."
I went home to do some laundry, get a haircut, and to get some paperwork in order to get paid prior to heading south to Greensboro.
"Just a couple pallets of boiled peanuts, to heading to Indianapolis," dispatch told me.
I got up Sunday morning, ass still feeling good from the pummeling absorbed in Virginia Beach, got loaded and hit it hard on the pavement as I made it just before Indianapolis at dusk. I parked at a truck stop to get some dinner and take a shower as I didn't have to deliver until the Monday afternoon. I'd end up ordering a pizza, skipping the shower as I ate a couple pieces before putting it away and watching television in the bunk until I fell asleep, waking up the next morning just to grab my bag and head inside to the showers.
"There he goes! Where you headed to," said Danny, a fellow trucker and old "friend."
"Hey there, D. Just left from Carolina with a small load of boiled nuts. Delivering in Indy tomorrow at a warehouse then gonna sit up for a few hours," I told him.
It was odd to run into Danny as he'd claim years prior he stopped trucking. He also lived in California and was one of the first guys to offer me his cock as I blew him in the back of a trailer many moons prior.
"Stan with you on a run," I asked as his perceived teammate was also his partner in their relationship, albeit a jealous one once he found out I used to suck Danny dry.
We stood near the locker room chatting for maybe an hour, discussing how he and Stan got married, and how they were running east coast since they branched off as owner operators.
"This is where the money's been," he told me. "We're laying over after this delivery to Indy in a couple hours. We should do dinner."
I remembered the bear like Danny with his short, thick cock, and how I wanted badly to ride it. During our encounters he always pledged to breed me, but my head game was phenomenal and he could never last more than five minutes, instead filling my belly vice my ass each time. I accepted his offer, as he showed me Stan wouldn't mind us catching up, and later that afternoon, once I delivered my freight I texted him to ask where he wanted to meet.
"Tony's, and here's the address," he messaged back.
I was able to work out a deal with the warehouse guys in which I could park my truck with trailer still attached in the yard, and manage to catch an Uber from the warehouse to the restaurant, located on the opposite side of town.
"Big Al, how goes it stranger," yelled Stan as the two of them were looking dapper, and a little beefier than I recalled.
Stan and Danny, both in their mid 50s, had a certain glow to them,
Stan more than Danny as he seemed a little more upbeat than before. They both had a little gray in their beards, and spoke a higher tone when together as they brought an energy that brought up my spirits. We were seated in the restaurant then shared a bottle of wine prior to ordering our steaks, getting caught up with Stan talking the most out of all of us.
"Al you been doing well," he asked.
"I'm better. The kids are good, freight is plentiful wherever I want. I have zero complaints," I told him.
He abruptly would apologize for the way he acted the last time we crossed paths, and I willfully accepted, as the Swedish born bear glistened under the light of the restaurant.
"So you single these days," Danny asked a little later.
I explained I was, and that I appreciated being "free," for I could move how I chose.
"Still out here slutting," he responded with a smirk.
We all laughed for they knew my sexual premise was to offer my fat ass and throat for only the best cock, at every opportunity as you could say I was a male nymphomaniac, perhaps borderline insatiable as I was sitting in the chair, with a swollen hole from days earlier ready to give up my butt again.
"One day you'll find love like we did, and you won't need to ride another cock, just that one," Stan said as he winked his eye.
That moment irritated me for it felt like he was throwing his marriage in my face, but then the food we ordered came, with each plate sizzling, and smelling incredible. The bite of my tender Porterhouse steak caused my mood to change, and so would the tone of the conversation as I made it upbeat by talking about what was on television. Outside of me sucking that cock, our connection was comedy as we both loved comedic shows, and just loved to laugh. At this point of the meal, he and I did the most talking as we recollected certain shows we'd watch, with Stan sitting there, looking pitiful after the "verbal jab" earlier. When the meal finished I stirred the conversation back to the quiet Stan to show him he was included on the meal, and to express how I had control when it came to his beloved husband.
"We're laying over for a few days and got a room at the Hyatt. You're more than welcome to join us," Danny told me as I paid the bill.
I accepted the offer and would join them in an Uber where Stan would open up and talk more. The 20 minute ride through a rainstorm was the perfect foundation for the rest of the evening, for when we made it to their room, Danny had cold beers waiting for us before we kicked our shoes off and talked some more.
"I appreciate the apology earlier Stanley, but what really made you act the way you did towards years prior," I asked Stan.
He explained, and it was a matter of misunderstanding that would be cleared up by Danny later on.
"To be honest, I had a thing for you, too," he told me.
"Had? Well, I've got a thing for you now, and Danny, too," I told him as I was rubbing the rim of my glass.
My slut tendencies were on full display as I looked at the both of them sitting side by side on the couch erected in their suite, their shoes and socks off as they rubbed each other's hand.
"So you've got a thing for us? Whatcha gonna do about it," Danny asked.
I looked at the crotch of his shorts to see that bulge, then looked closer in the cuff to see he still went to outings sans underwear.
"What do you wanna do," Stan asked as he rose from the couch and walked over to me.
Stan, who was maybe six foot one, now 230 to 240 lbs., stood in front of me then grabbed my right hand and placed it on his crotch.
"Two dicks is better than one," he told me.
And I would agree, as he unsnapped his belt, then unzipped his shorts and showed that like his partner, he didn't believe in underwear.
"Suck it," he demanded.
He put his right leg on the desk where I sat, his body semi at an angle as he wanted to feed me his knob. Stan was maybe two to three inches at best, but he, too was pretty thick as the salt and pepper hairs covered most of his prick and big balls. He had a slight man musk that I was magnetic to, and leaking like a faucet when I licked the tip with my tongue, then commenced sucking. After a minute or two Danny would come over, fully naked with that stick of his hanging out and leaking the same as he would stand in front of me.
"You agree two dicks is better than one, right," Danny asked me.
I whimpered my confirmation once I placed my lips on his cock, savoring the flavor of Danny that I missed over the years. Danny's thick pole was adorned in his sweaty scent that I remembered, motivating me to clamp my lips and try and pull the biggest nut out him. He cuffed my right tit, and Stan pulled the left as they placed their hands in my shirt, getting me hot and bothered as Danny knew I loved my breasts touched.
"Man, take this fucking shirt off," Stan directed.
And I would, but ended up being naked while the both of them would do the same, taking this act to the bed right after. I laid on my back thinking the two of them would service me, but the tables turned, for I would find Danny between my thighs, Stan just above me as he erected his waist in my face and lowered it for me to suck his cock. I raised my legs with Stan holding them back with his arms, and I'd feel Danny's beard brushing my taint, then his tongue entering me while Stan sucked on my little cock. I was in complete heaven as I couldn't recall being double teamed, having my ass eaten and cock sucked at the same time. Stan gyrated his hips to fuck my mouth while the two of them moaned and feasted on me, taking me over, giving me absolute pleasure.
"You should get that ass wet so you could fuck it this time," Stan told him
Danny's licks against my still-swollen hole sent electrodes through my body, as I already loved being rimmed, but evidently loved it more when someone was eating my stretched hole. Stan's scent was addictive for it was a combination of the musk in his hair and the dried sweat from his balls.
"You like that cock," he asked.
I murmured yes, and Danny, who I thought couldn't do any better, finger popped my hole to prep me for another penetration.
"You ready to get fucked," he asked.
Stan moved from on top of me, then sat up as he stroked his cock in front of my chin and busted a nice load for me to ingest. Once he finished Danny followed up by sliding his thick cock inside me, forcing it in one motion, then pounding right after as I felt that girth pressure my prostate.
"You made my man cum, now I'll make you cum," he said as he pummeled my ass with the throbbing stick, that thick muscle stretching my hole more each time it hit my knob.
This was an overdue plowing from Danny as we should've fucked years prior, but he could never last for I was motivated to taste his babies. He held my legs back while digging deep and hard continuously, causing me to whimper and wail, and according to Stan, have cum driveling out of my cock. I wasn't tracking, but that explained the extremity of my orgasm while Danny was knocking my screws loose, making me wet in the process as he couldn't miss.
"Now its your turn, Dan," Stan said to make Danny lean in and dig deeper and harder, and cause my body to overheat.
Not even Sage, who was younger and in better shape, could nail me in this manner to where it felt like endless pleasure. Every fifth or sixth stroke I felt a buildup, and Danny would "toss me off the edge" each time as my body naturally "squeezed." Danny, with his surprise agility would make me do that countless times until he pulled that cock out of me, then crawled over to my face to jerk off and let his cock sprinkle his man milk across my nose and mouth, with me trying to catch some of it. When he finished, he scraped the cum that missed my tongue with his right hand, and fed it to me, with Stan laying on the side watching.
"How's it taste," Stan asked, before he crawled over and we kissed, as he found out for himself.
Danny would end up on the right side of me, with Stan lying to my left as I was facing Stan, kissing him and fondling him while he and his partner felt me up. This was completely unexpected as I would've never imagined meeting Danny again, and he and his partner, the one who had disdain for me team up for a night like this. I'd end up blowing the two of them once more some hours later, then bidding them farewell, before heading back to my rig.