JB Truck Service 10
By Gruntraq - Comments welcome gruntraq@yahoo.com
Shutting the door and walking up behind, Chet wrapped his arms around me and pressed his package against my ass. I felt his rough whiskers brush the back of my neck and his warm breath on my ears as his palms slowly roved around my stomach and below. He kissed the back of my neck and squeezed me in a tight hug. He whispered in my ear, "Thanks for coming buddy. It's good to see you again." I melted in his arms and the pain in my ass turned to a hungry itch.
I turned around and we hugged each other briefly before looking each other in the eye and giggling. He planted his tongue in my mouth and we kissed passionately for what seemed like minutes as our cocks swelled in our pants, begging to be let loose. "Man it is so good to see you. You have been on my mind all week", he said again as we embraced. He smiled and said, "I'm horny, more than that I'm hungry. Let's eat. We can down later".
We sat and ate our food while the Sopranos played on the motel room TV. Chet told me that his divorce was finalized earlier this week and that he was free as a bird now. "Don't ever marry a woman just because you got her pregnant," he kidded in a warning tone. I pondered and said, "I don't think I will ever get to that point." He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, well I still didn't know who I was when I was your age and got caught in the trap. You are luckier than you think as you seem quite comfortable with your sexuality".
"So do you have kids then?" I asked sheepishly. He nodded yes, "I have a daughter about 17 years old." Pausing a little embarrassed like he said, "She is just a year younger than you I guess. I was only 17 myself when I got Tina pregnant." Chet got silent and I didn't know what to say. He finally continued, " I`ve been on the road driving a truck most of the last 16 years or so and barely know either of them. They barely know me. I only made it home every couple of weeks for a few days here and there. She's been seeing another guy for over a year now and they're going to Vegas to get married next month. I wont be missed."
He then smiled and said, "But I didn't mean to spoil the mood." He then grabbed a couple of beers he had in the sink with ice and handed me one. After we finished our food I asked Chet if I could take a shower. I still felt dirty and messy from getting butt-fucked raw by the to ex-cons earlier that evening and wanted to be clean for him. "Sure no problem", he said. "You want to take one together?" he asked. That sounded good to me and within minutes we were peeling off our clothes and stepping into the small bathroom shower together.
The warm water felt good on me and standing in close quarters with Chet in the buff made me feel good and warm. He might have been nearly twice my age but he didn't seem older at all, he treated my like an equal. He lathered me up and down with soap and scrubbed my back. Our cocks got nice and hard as they rubbed up against one another and we engaged a bit of mutual jacking all the while giggling and having some fun. Chet finally soaped up his hand and slid it between my ass cheeks to clean up my love hole and I flinched as it was still pretty sore.
The soap made it burn a little when his rough hand probed my swollen pucker, but I welcomed his grooming moves. "Oooh, you are a little swollen down there, you weren't kidding were ya? Well let's get my ass nice and clean. You can just fuck me tonight and give yours a break". The shower was a bit too small for much play so once we got done mutually cleaning ourselves we stepped out and got dried off. Skipping the whole getting dressed thing, we just went straight to the bed.
Before we got to heavy into crawling and slithering all over each other, the cowboy trucker reached into his duffel bag and grabbed a big bottle of lube and set it on the night stand. As I laid on my back he straddled over me on his hands and knees and began kissing and licking me all over. Humping and gyrating his hard cock back and forth against mine, he ran his hands through my hair and kissed my neck and sucked my nips. "Man you are just something special buddy", he whispered.
He knelt up for a moment and poured some of the lube across my cock and stomach, rubbing my front down nice and slick. He then laid back down over me and continued grinding our slippery wet cocks back and forth while we kissed. We continued this supercharged foreplay of mock fucking and rubbing until I thought I was going to cum. He knelt back up again and lubed my cock up some more, jacking his rough hand up and down on my throbbing rod.
He then slid forward straddling my cock and sat his ass slowly down. He reached behind and gripped my rod, guiding it to his nest as he pushed down on me. The pressure of his tight asshole bent my cock almost painfully for a second until it just popped in. Once the pressure released the warm wet sensation of his velvety asshole engulfed my wick. That first sink is always the best. He shut his eyes and dropped his hairy square jaw in pleasure as he sat all the way down onto my shaft.
He bounced up and down on my cock grunting and panting as I rolled my eyes back into my head. The cowboy stud took to getting it in the ass with a hunger that belied his studly demeanor. He soon broke stride and laid down on me face to face and we kissed some more as he slid his chute back and forth on my cock. He then wrapped his arms around me and we rolled together over on his back, with me now on top of him. Leaning back he looked me in the eyes and flickered his tongue out at me wickedly, "Come on, give it to me good buddy".
As I began slamming his ass as hard and fast as I could he wrapped his legs around my ass and squeezed me into him. He extended his hands out and clasped my skull and pulled me to his face and we kissed and tongued as I fucked his tight cowboy trucker hole. His legs were gripping me so tight it made it hard to fuck. My bucking movements were OUR bucking movements. The bed was now squeaking and slapping as I banged his ass. I thought the neighbors were sure to hear us.
"Uh, Uhh, Oh yeah. Fuck me buddy!" he moaned as my 150lb body gave him all I had. The neighbors would surely hear that. His body shuddered slightly and I felt a warm wet sensation splash across my stomach. "Oh yeah, you get me off bud!" he grunted as his cock continued shooting warm jizz between us. As his load was running out he pulled me down to him and we kissed some more as I got to my own climax. He held my skull in a lock just inches from his face and we stared into each other's eyes as I let my seed loose in his chute. I finished pumping him full of my warm man juice we kissed some more and breathed hard.
When I was finished I fell on top of him and we laid there together for a while. I eventually rolled over to his side and we laid together kissing and cuddling for a short time as our wet juices began to become cold puddles between us. Hours later we hadn't gotten very far. It had long since been dark outside and we had sucked each other's cocks and shared our juices some more. His 8" tool was thick and hairy, making a great tasty log for the sucking. For a studly cowboy trucker, he was as enthusiastic at sucking my 18" year old boy meat just as much.
After a few more beers we were both getting groggy and the TV news had gotten over. "You staying here with me tonight?" he asked. I nodded yes. We laid there looking at each other and cuddling. Out of all the sex I had been having in the past month at and around work, getting together with this guy was something else all together. It was more like, well...making love. For a big gruff guy well older than I, he treated my as an equal and with respect, with love and passion.
We slept in a bit in the morning rubbing against each other and cuddling as we transitioned from a dead sleep to being awake. It felt so natural. I didn't have to be at work as it was Saturday and neither one of us were in a hurry to get up. Finally as the light pierced our bliss we awoke and found ourselves looking at each other again as if we both wanted and understood.
Running his hands through my hair he said, "Man I could get used to waking up every morning with you buddy". Feeling the same rising heat I squeezed him and said, "Me too". He then laid back on his pillow and looked at the ceiling and pondered. I got worried for a minute that he had regretted what he said. He finally began talking. "So, what if you could? What is your situation right now? What are you doing as far as your job, school or whatever? What is the story with your parents?" I had a feeling where this was headed and answered, "I graduated High School last May and I'm scheduled to start going to community college here pretty soon. I am just working at the parts store to have some spending money, my Dad got me the job there." I went on to explain the lay of the land relative to my life or the next few minutes.
The cowboy trucker finally took a deep breath and said, "This might sound wacky and wild, but why don't you come on the road with me in the truck for a week or two. You don't have to start college for another month. We could spend all day with each other, you could sleep with me in the truck and see the country. I get all over the place from one end of the country to the other. It would be like a road trip vacation before you have to start school. I can pay for all your food or whatever, even talk to your boss at work if I have to".
I laid there silent and listened as he laid out his offer. I wanted to go but it was not my boss at work I was worried about. It was how I would explain to my parents I was going to run off on the road with some stranger in a truck out of the blue. How would that look or be explained. They would pick it apart in a minute. I finally spoke, "I would love to come with you man, but I don't know about my parents. I mean I'm 18 and all, but they aren't gonna like it if I go tell them I am quitting my job to go riding with you on the road. It would lead to a lot of curiosity and questions I would have to answer".
Chet let out a sigh and sat up. With a bit of an edge he said, "Well that is up to you I guess little buddy. If you want to go, let me know because I need to be on the road by noon. But you need to know there will come a point in your life where you need to stand on your own, make your own choices and be yourself without fear of what others - even your parents will say or think. It's part of being a man. I wish I would have done that when I was your age, before I threw 17 years of my life away living a lie for other people." He then got up and went into the bathroom and started taking a piss.
I just sat there in a fury of emotional disconnect. I was falling for this guy hard, and had been falling for him since I met him a couple weeks ago. Now he gives me this ultimatum, a forced choice, a crossroads. To choose him, I would have to face some music at home and stand on my own two feet. On the other hand I feared if I didn't, I might not see him again. I knew in the back of my mind such a choice would come in m life, but not so fast and not so unplanned.
He came back and sat next to me and said, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to lecture you and lay all that on you buddy. You are not me and your choices aren't the same as mine were." I mustered the courage to ask, "You really want me to come with you in the truck? What would be like?". He answered, "I drive about 12 hours a day on average. I have to stop every so many hours and rest by law, mostly at truck stops and rest areas. We would spend all day every day together in the cab. It's pretty big, but we would be in tight quarters. You got to like being on the road because there aint nothing else but that. "
He went on, "Look buddy, I like you a lot and having you with me in the truck would really be a lot of fun for both of us. We could have all the sex we want and you can see a different part America every day. Maybe you would like it, maybe you would'nt. I've spent my life on the road and I couldn't have it any other way." He paused and tried to gauge my reactions. "Look if you don't like it we will be back here in as soon as a week. If you do like it, you can spend as long as you want with me out there. I own my own truck, don't answer to anyone. What ever you want to do either way, we are still friends".
I pondered for a moment as I looked over this 6' tall cowboy trucker sitting naked in front of me with his flaccid 8" cock laying on the white motel sheets between his legs. Worrying about the story I would have to tell at home later, I got the guts up to say it, "I want to be with you Chet, I want to go!"
To be continued in new series "Riding With Chet"