JB Truck Service 5
By Gruntraq - Comments welcome gruntraq@yahoo.com
I stopped and stared at both of them with a deer in headlights look. Ted looked at me like he had forgotten something. "Did you not know that James and I live together?"
I will summarize that weekend as it was too much for one set, perhaps I will do another series of stories "JB Truck Service: Weekends and Training with James and Ted". But I found a new set of buds to be sure. James and Ted lived together and invited me over for what started out as a night of three-way fuck and suck. It was hot, and I made it a weekend getting to know these two studs in ways I hadn't expected. Being their 18-year old pup, they showed me a few new wicked tricks and punched my hole out a bit. I did some punching myself too. By weekend's end we were tight and I hand a standing invitation to hang out at their place anytime I wanted for some partying and wicked fun in their playroom. Killer.
They told me that there were a couple of other guys at the shop that liked getting in on with dudes and a couple of them were straight married guys who were happy to get a blowjob too. Now that James and Ted knew I was one of them, they promised to make sure I had plenty of messes to keep clean around the shop and that work would be a lot more fun from now on. They said that even some of the customers get in on the act once in a while. To that, I was turned on as some of those truckers were fucking downright raunchy hot. - which leads us to this tale.
The next couple of days at work were like walking on clouds. I found that the employee bathroom needed to be cleaned up several times a day now. It seems like every time I went in there, some horny fucker had jizzed all over the place. I just had to lick it up like a dog and jack off, contributing to the evils soups of seed. Ted and James were making a healthy game of it, assuring that my job was never done - whispering in my ear periodically saying they were off to make another deposit in the "sperm bank". I even left some of my thick white cum dripping on the wall or sink and came back to find it had disappeared. It was an erotic way to pass the day at JB Truck Service. With all the increased action the restroom was taking on a new smell.
While we were spending a lot of time in the can it hat to be all but obvious to the rest of the shop what was going on. There were a couple of the other guys who were spanking in the "sperm bank" as well, I just hadn`t nailed them yet. James did tell me that we needed to keep it cool because the owner and some of the other guys in the shop would not be down with it if we got caught fucking around too much. So, we kept it on the down low as much as possible - or as much on the down low you can when using the employee can for a cum spray booth.
But that was not the only place good for the goo. As I stated earlier there was the occasional clean up in the trucker's toilet room. Truckers are some of the horniest animals there are. These men spend their days cooped up in their trucks, sometimes spending days, weeks and even months away from home. Whether gay straight, these guys get so fucking worked up sexually sometimes they don't care who or what gets them off, so long as they get off. Add that to the fact that most of these guys are modern day cowboys in form, masculine, tough, sexy, and gruff - FUCK DUDE you have supercharged tension.
About mid-morning a case of paper towels came in for our bathroom dispensers. We had ran out of the cheap tan recycled newsprint grade made for them, and had to stock the rooms with a few rolls of brawny the last few days. After unpacking it I took some bundles to the trucker's restroom to store under the sink. As I strolled through the customer lounge I caught eyes with a gent who had come in this morning and has his truck in the shop. He was mid to late 30's and was reading one of the Penthouse mags as Fox News blared on the TV. He was medium brown haired with a tightly trimmed beard and mustache, slim but well stacked in the arms. He had a denim and red baseball cap on, a flannel button up shirt, faded 501's and black leather lace up boots.
He was relaxed and somewhat entranced as I we caught eyes. He had been focused on the Penthouse and seemed to be in the zone. I smiled at him as I passed and he gave a nod back. I packed the cabinet in the restroom and refilled the empty paper towel dispenser and came back out. He was still buried in the Penthouse mag looking at pussy but looked up at me and stared briefly. I motioned the magazine, gave him a laugh and said, "I just stocked up the head with fresh paper towels if that helps". He got a shit eating grin on his face and laughed. "Thanks a lot".
Because we had windows everywhere I was able to keep my eye on him from the parts counter. James elbowed me and said, "He's pretty hot one huh". I agreed indeed. Shortly thereafter I caught the guy getting up and heading for the restroom with the magazine in hand. About 5 minutes after he came back out and sat down again, watching the news.
I waited for a few minutes and decided to go helicopter in there again and see if I could check him out some more, check the restroom. I grabbed the mop and bucket and rolled it by him. He had picked up another fuck mag and was deep into it as I passed. He saw me and smiled again. "You're not doing that just cause of me are ya?" he said kidding. "I don't know, do I need to?" He just smiled and went back to his mag.
I went into the restroom and looked around for any sign of the hot trucker's hot jizz laying around. Not immediately finding any evidence he had blew his load, I gave the floor a quick mop. Then I decided to check the waste basket and there it was. A tan paper towel wadded up in the bottom of the otherwise empty trash can. Upon further inspection it was soggy and wet, the contents soaking through and making parts of it dark in color.
I pulled the sticky wet ball of paper from the trash and opened it up to find a heaping helping of thick, sticky white oooze. I smelled it first and it gave off a hint of brute male odor. Unwrapping it more into a bowl shape I buried my tongue into the fresh warm juice and lapped every bit of it up. There was so much of it, like several tablespoons. As I licked and slurped the paper towel clean, my own cock was leaking in my pants. It was so hot. He tasted so good. When it was spent and devoid of any remnants of seed I tossed it back.
Washing my hands I quickly finished up existed the restroom to get back to work. As I passed by my trucker he looked up again and said, "All cleaned up?". I smiled and almost giggled while trying to scan the stud up and down. "All cleaned up", I replied. "See I didn't make any messes at all", he said wryly back. "You were better than most", I said. "We have to clean it several times a day sometimes. Some guys piss all over the floor and cum on the wall. Its all in a days work.". He laughed and said, "Some guys!".
A little while later at lunchtime, I got elected to take the company van and get lunch for everyone. After getting the list I stopped in on my trucker to see if he wanted anything from Greasy Burger. When I told him I was making a food run he responded well. "Do you mind if I ride along amigo?" he asked. "I am bored stiff sitting here". Right on, this was going well. "Sure, come on", I replied and he stood up and stretched his body and yawned. Pulling his cap off he ran his hands through his short brown hair and resituated it.
We walked out to the parking lot and got into the dirty old Ford Econoline and headed out of the parking lot. He looked around the van and scoped out the dark rear recesses behind us and said cryptically, "So this old bucket of bolts still runs huh"? Nodding I said, "Only because it is owned by a truck repair shop". As we drove he asked, "So you know where I can get a blowjob and maybe get laid around here?" Not bashful at all he continued, "I been on the road for a week and I need to get some before I go nuts. There any crack whores around here? Man I don't care at this point"
Getting brave I said, "You care if it's a man or woman?" He looked at me with his wheels turning for a second or two before shyly replying, "No". He grabbed his crotch tightly and rubbed up and down a couple times. "I'd be glad to help you out with that man". I offered. He got excited and said, "Fuck yea! Where do I sign up?" My heart was aflutter and my adrenaline pumped as I realized I was getting lucky again. "Right here", I said as I pulled off onto a side street between a warehouse and a storage yard and parked next to the curb.
Shutting off the van, I stepped between the seats and to the back of the van. "Come on", I said, "come on back ". He excitedly unbuckled his seatbelt and hastily ripped his 501's open as he made his way back to where I had knelt on the carpet. He pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees and knelt on the carpet. "Right on man, you don't know how cool this is", he said "Thanks". I got down to where I could see and smell his trucker dick and said "Don't thank me yet".
He was well hung and hairy as can be. He jacked his cock a couple of times and it sprang to attention immediately to a healthy 8" in length. I had already tasted his cum and knew I wanted more. Now it was time to savor in the taste of his ripe trucker mean, sweat, grunge and piss. Hmmm, here goes. He raised his hands to the tin roof of the van and braced himself as he thrusted his groin forward toward my face. The raw brute smell of this trucker who probably hadn't showered in days hit me like a steamroller.
I started by wrapping my hand around his thickly haired shaft and ran my tongue around on his head a few times. "Oh man, yeah that's it" he moaned as I slithered my tongue roughly on his piss slit and suckled on the loose skin just below the front of his head. He gyrated in pleasure as I spit on his cock and slurped my wet mouth over it like a popsicle. Soon I took his long shaft into my mouth and buried my face in his stinky bush, his hairy balls dangling on my chin. "Ahhh, fuck man that feels so good", he muttered.
James and Ted had taught me how to deep throat over the weekend, mind over mattering and forcing a cock into the back of my throat. A couple of days of tonsil tickling practice had enabled me to take this mother trucker all the way in. He was pleased. "Oh yeah, suck my cock", he groaned as his hips moved back and forth at my face. I worked him until his cock had lost much of its salty brute flavor. I knew he had just cum an hour or so earlier, so he was not ready to blow just yet.
I pulled off and jacked him off for a few seconds and offered, "You want to fuck me?" He got a look of hunger and said, "Fuck yea." Smiling at him I crawled over to the glove box and grabbed the lube as he pulled his boots and jeans off. Getting back to the dark sex chamber that was the back of the van I handed him the lube and proceeded to pull of my shoes and pants. "Lay on your back man", he asked. "I like it better that way".
I grabbed a folded furniture pad from the corner and laid it under me as I laid on my back. He had lubed up his trucker dick and was moving in on my ass with businesslike speed. Grabbing by legs and placing them against the front of his shoulders he saddled up to my nest and began probing my newly stretched hole his greasy rough finders. They felt like sandpaper rubbing my pucker and gruffly poking in and out. "You ready?" he asked. "Im ready" I replied and leaned my head back onto the dirty carpet.
He grunted and groaned as he sunk his 8" tool into my fuck hole. Deft and without romance, he buried himself deep and started fucking me like a bitch straight away. It was a shock at first, but did not deter me from letting him dig in hard and fast. I had come to crave it, hunger for it, and want it. Pleasure spiked with pain was the mantra. I let out a couple of deep grunts and gritted my teeth as his first rough thrusts pushed me over the edge of the roller coaster.
Within a few seconds I was cooing. "Oh yeah man, show me what a trucker stud can do. Come on fuck me like you mean it!", I encouraged. Ted and James had introduced me to the spice of dirty talk when getting and giving, that it really added to the experienced. Encouraging your top, challenging him made him feel more involved, more like you want him. It worked. He began racing like a horse, showing me how powerful he could be, putting more of his hard hairy cock into me, faster and harder to the point I could feel the van rocking back and forth, the transmission clicking back and forth against the park pin.
He was silent with his eyes closed, bucking and sweating. "Come on, tear it up fucker! Show me how hard you can fuck a man. Come on!" I grunted. He was fucking me rough and sloppy, popping out and dead-panning on my taint occasionally. It hurt but I kept on message, taking it like a man. "Come, on yeah! Fuck me!" I begged the raging trucker stud. I felt his sweat rolling off him and flying through the air like rain in the wind. "Oh yeah, man come on", I howled as my asshole was getting reamed and man stink filled the van.
"Uhhhhhhhh!", he grunted. "Im gonna cum!" I squeezed his cock with my ass ring with what strength I had left as I said, "Fuckin cum in me stud! Blow it in me hard fucker!" I ordered with a scowl. He grabbed my sweaty calves with his rough hands and jack hammered my a couple deep hard times and flooded my hole with slippery warm seed. He kept going for another minute, slowing down and catching his breath as we cooled down together. "Oh man, that felt so good", he said as if he had just won the lottery. I laid there looking at the hairy trucker and jacked off a few quick times and blew my load across my chest.
"Man I sure needed that", he said as he fell back on his ass against the metal van wall. "You been working there long?" he asked. "No just started a couple weeks ago", I said. He wiped his thick brow and said, "Fuck man I am going to have to break my truck more often around here. You are a miracle to be hold". I just smiled and said, "Thanks for the compliment. But you don't have to break your truck. I'll give you my cell number. I would'nt mind checking out the inside of your sleeper once in a while." His eyes went wide and he said, "Right on bro. By the way my name is Chet"
Within a minute or two we were dressed back up and heading toward Greasy Burger. My little lunch run had already been nearly 30 minutes and the hungry men were waiting back at the shop.
To be continued