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My Rural Life - Chapter 19: On the Road with Uncle Gary
The trip out with Uncle Gray was uneventful. We had picked up a trailer at the local military base. It was covered already so we had no idea what we were hauling. We didn't stop, except once for fuel. Uncle Gary didn't sleep and I took naps off and on in the sleeper. The law says he couldn't drive for more than 8 hours straight but he knew his limits; he could go for about 18 without really being impaired. He had a special waiver so he didn't have to stop at weigh stations, even as we crossed state lines and he was able to "put the hammer down" as they say and go as fast he could safely go to get the specialty load there on time.
We dropped off the trailer at another military base. The military men wore uniforms I had never seen before. I couldn't tell what branch of service they were and wondered what this place was. On the way out of the docking bay Uncle Gary told me that he never asked questions. He assumed they were a combination force; some specialty unit with unique needs and missions. He dropped a load here about twice a year. As we approached the gate he told me that there was going to be a search of the truck and that I should just answer truthfully if asked any questions and do whatever they ask. I was a bit nervous about it all, but Uncle Gary seemed to be calm, though the constant bouncing up and down of his right heel sort of belied his nerves.
He pulled the bobtailed truck over along the right side of the road in a pullout that seemed to be there for the sole purpose of inspecting vehicles. We waited. After about 10 minutes three uniformed guards approached the truck. One went to the front, the other the back and the third, older soldier came to the driver's door.
"Keep your hands in plain sight at all times." Uncle Gary said to me as the man opened the driver side door.
The two guards outside, I noticed, were looking around the big rig, underneath it and such. They were being very thorough, evening opening up the hood of the rig. The soldier at Uncle Gary's door told him to move over to make room for him. Uncle Gary moved so that he was sitting next to me in the passenger's seat. The soldier got into the driver's seat and started writing some things down on his clip board. He seemed to be taking down mileage and other stats about the truck. He asked Uncle Gary a series of questions to which he answered kindly and produced paperwork when asked.
The soldier sitting there interviewing Uncle Gary was probably in his late 30's, maybe early 40's. He seemed to have some rank and carried himself with an air of authority. He was muscular through his arms and chest and I could tell his thighs were thick through his camouflage uniform trousers. He was a big man and his ebony skin seemed to glow a deep black-brown. He wore a mustache in the military style; it didn't cover his lip and didn't grow past the edges of his mouth.
When he seemed to be done with questions about the truck, the trip and Uncle Gary, he asked about me. Who I was, how long had Uncle Gary known me, what I was doing with him, etc. It was all very unnerving as the big black soldier took the information down on his clipboard. After a few minutes, a radio at his waist, next to a holstered pistol, rang with static. I had been so nervous I hadn't even noticed he was carrying a weapon. Of course it made sense though I thought. The voice on the other end said that the front of the truck was clear. A second static burst and another voice said the back was clear. The man spoke into the handset and said that he would need a few more minutes to check out the rest of the cab and that the two soldiers should report back to their posts. The man's voice was thick with a southern accent and deep befitting a man of his stature.
They acknowledge the order and both made their way away from the truck. Uncle Gary and I hadn't moved.
"Open the sleeper curtain." The soldier said and Uncle Gary did as told and sat back down next to me. The man stepped back into the sleeper. With his back to us he seemed to be eyeing the small room. He set his clipboard down and seemed to be adjusting something in front of him. Next thing I knew the soldier's utility belt with its radio, gun and now I could see a flash light, dropped to the floor of the sleeper. In one quick motion the soldier pushed his camouflage trousers down to the ankles of his military boots. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his big black ass was staring right at us as he hadn't bothered to rise back up from lowering his pants. His ass was hairy and the hair was matted with sweat. His ass crack glistened in it.
It all happened so fast that I couldn't process it all. As soon as I caught my breath my dick began to swell.
Before the soldier could rise Uncle Gary told me to fuck the man. With that he moved to the side giving me a clear path to the black soldier's ass. "Fuck `m good Mark. And quick; we don't have a whole lot of time."
I paused only to look at Uncle Gary's face. He gave me a slight nod and I jumped up from my seat. I stumbled into Uncle Gary as I tried to move to the sleeper and undo my pants at the same time. He supported me as I got in behind the soldier's sweaty ass. I could smell him now in earnest. It was musty and sweet at the same time. He must have been out in the sun all day. He reached back and spread his chocolate cheeks apart showing me his wet brown button. It was in a virtual forest of sweaty pubic hair and now I could smell ass too. I had my cock in hand and started for his hole when he said, "Come on kid. Plow me good."
I didn't need any more encouragement. My cock twitched and a wad of natural lubricant started drizzling down my shaft. I stepped forward and plunged into the darkness of the black soldier's ass. He moaned and pushed back into me. He was hot on the inside, there was a heat around my cock like I had never experienced before. He was meaty and it felt velvety as I continued pushing into him. Finally I bottomed out. He shook his ass back and forth. Uncle Gary was now beside and behind me.
He hissed into my ear, "Fuck him hard and fast. He likes it rough and I promise he can take whatever you can give him."
At that I pulled my cock all the way out of his ass and watched as it puckered open and closed; like it was begging me to get back in. So I impaled the man again. This time I rammed it in with all my might. My cock skin stretched and pulled making my cock head feel terrifically stretched. His ass seemed to sink in like I was pulling each ass cheek into the chasm of his shit hole. I got to the root and paused as I pulled his ass cheeks apart. This pulled his colon out having the effect of pushing me deeper into him without moving my cock. It was a fantastic feeling as those velvety folds slid alongside of my rigid member.
Looking down the contrast of his big black ass with my bright white cock buried in it made my mind do flips. I had never imagined fucking a black man before and here I was buried pubs deep in one. Not just anyone either; a soldier of some senior rank and authority; an older, muscular, hairy black man who wanted his ass plowed roughly. So I obliged; I started pumping in and out as long and as hard as I could. The big black soldier responded by thrusting back into my crotch trying to get more of my cock up his ass. He was moaning about how big I was and how it felt so good to have cock up his shitter.
Uncle Gary had dropped his pants as well and was stroking his thick redheaded cock right next to me. It didn't take long and I was soon shooting my load into the soldier. He begged for it all and kept pushing back into me working his anus muscle around my cock like it was a calf suckling a teet. It felt so good. Finally I pulled out. The solder started to rise and Uncle Gary told him to hold on. He put his paw on the small of the black mans' back to keep him in place and then buried his own member in the well fucked hole. Uncle Gary threw the soldier a good fuck too. I watched as the two of them fucked. The man was now pushing back into Uncle Gary's fiery red crotch and the contrast was amazing to look at and an incredible turn on for me. The soldier was face down on the sleeper bed and was now stroking his very considerable cock to the rhythm of Uncle Gary's fuck.
I got down on the floor of the sleeper and leaned my head back and under the big black man. His monster size cock was right in my face and I took the head into my mouth. I first noticed the texture. It seemed different than all the cocks I had sucked to date. It was like supple leather stretched thinly over a rock hard shaft. I noticed the smell of his musky and sweaty crotch and there was something else I could not identify. It turned me on so much my cock was hard again and leaking cum down my nut sack. The man's precum was salty and tasty and I started trying to get as much of him in my mouth as my position and skill would allow. After a minute he was fucking into my face as Uncle Gary fucked into him. It was only a minute longer and he started grunting and moaning and jerking his whole body as he let go his first volley of hot cum into my mouth. It was thick and viscous and did I say thick. It was filling my mouth like no load had. I could tell by the sounds and feeling that Uncle Gary was shooting his cum up the man's ass as well. We stayed like that for only a minute more, recovering from their orgasms. I had a stomach full of black soldier baby making juice and the black soldier had two loads sloshing around his insides.
I knew he wouldn't be able to hold them in for very long before it started running down the back of his thighs.
He stood up and thanked us for the fuck as he pulled up his uniform trousers and re-buckled his utility belt. We got dressed too as he grabbed his clipboard and tore off a piece of paper for Uncle Gary. I supposed we had passed the inspection. Without another word except to say drive safely, he was out the door and into the guard shack with the two other junior soldiers. As we settled back into our respective seats in the front of the truck Uncle Gary nodded for me to come and look. I leaned over and looked out his window at the direction he indicated.
The guard shack was rather small, one room really, and the side door was wider than normal and open to facilitate the constant going in and out by the soldiers. There in the middle of shack, in our full view because of the door the senior black soldier had dropped his camouflage trousers again and was leaned over slightly. Behind him squatted one of the other soldiers. The younger man was rimming the older black man's ass. The man's ass was so big and thick it seemed that half the soldier's face was buried in there. You could tell by the motion of his jaw and the movement of his head that he was eating out mine and Uncle Gary's loads. The other younger soldier approached the black man from the front and knelt down taking his still hard snake of a cock into his mouth. Uncle Gary put the truck in gear and slowly started towards the gate. Before we were out of eyeshot of the scene in the guard house the black man looked our way and gave us little salute then reached back and pulled the soldier's head deeper into his ass.
What a fucking turn-on. I couldn't stop talking about it as we pulled away from the base. I was giddy with the pleasure and taboo of what had just happened and my cock was rock hard. It strained against my zipper. I could still taste the man's cum on my tongue, in my throat and on my breath. I could smell his sex, sweat, ass and musk, as it lingered in the cab. I sat back in my seat unbelieving what had just taken place.
Uncle Gary said that that black man's name was Smith. He was in charge of parameter security at the base. Every time Uncle Gary dropped off here the man would personally inspect his cab. It was uneventful the first few times but after a while of this he said it all changed. He said it was very similar to what happened today. The black soldier stepped into his sleeper looked around and then just dropped trou. Uncle Gary said that he didn't miss a beat that first time; he just dropped to his knees behind the man's big black hairy ass and started rimming his hole. He stood up and fucked the man all without saying a word. And when he had shot his load the man just pulled up his pants and left the cab. They have never once discussed the sex or anything outside of the official questioning and inspection. What he said today was more than Uncle Gary had heard from the man in the many years he had been coming here.
WOW. I couldn't believe it. He said that he wasn't sure how the man knew Uncle Gary was game to fuck him that first time, but it didn't really matter. He always looked forward to fucking soldier Smith. He wasn't sure how Smith would respond to me being there this time, but clearly he worried for nothing. I told him he was a bastard for not warning me. I was scared to death for a few minutes there not really knowing what was going on. He said he wanted it to be a surprise; that I would get more fun out of it that way. I guessed he was right. It definitely got my cock going and my imagination too. I guess I had never imagined military men fucking around with each other. This whole man sex thing was exposing me to things I had never ever dreamed of or imagined. I slide in between the seats of the big rig cab and undid Uncle Gary's pants while he drove down the interstate. He too was still rock hard from the encounter. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and started giving him a frantic blow job. I wanted his load in a hurry and he seemed to respond to my lust. It didn't take long and he was nutting in my mouth. I blew my own load onto the floor of the big rig cab and before I realized what I was doing I was licking it up frantically trying to get all of it off the floor. I finally settled down and leaned back against my seat, still sitting on the floor between us though. We both seemed to relax after that and we enjoyed the quiet as he looked for a truck stop for us to rest at for the night.
He pulled into Big Carl's Big Ten Truck Stop.
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