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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 6: Go West
I first noticed him while hanging out in the waiting room of the truck stop outside Las Cruces, New Mexico, just off Interstate 10. It was almost midnight, and he was just one of about a dozen truckers waiting to use the truck stop showers.
He was young, maybe just a few years older than me. He obviously caught my attention because I could tell that under his tee-shirt and sweatpants he had a perfect bear body, with a beer belly, large chest, and thick but not muscular arms and legs. But what really drew me to him was his appealing face, friendly and inviting, with kind eyes, a pair of black thick-framed eyeglasses, and a thick but trimmed dark beard. I found myself staring at him for several minutes as I waited for the number of my shower to be called.
I ended up here after almost twelve hours on the road. After the incredible late night double-fucking I'd received from my Dad and his best friend Cliff, my Dad and I had both overslept, and I didn't manage to start driving to Los Angeles until nearly noon. Let's just say that it did give me time to thank my Dad with one last blowjob, this time in the kitchen as he gripped a large mug of coffee in his hand, before I hit the road in my used GMC Sonoma pickup with a satisfying load of his cum in my belly.
Other than some traffic in Waco, it was pretty smooth sailing on the 700 miles from Cicero to New Mexico. You never truly understand how massive Texas is, and how much of it is desolate, until you have to drive across most of it in one day. The Texas summer heat was brutal despite the thankfully strong air conditioning in my pickup, and by the time I hit Las Cruces, I was not only feeling dazed and exhausted, but I was also feeling filthy and funky from sweating all day.
The truck stop shower was one of the travel tips my Dad had given me before I left, something he'd picked up from his long drives to construction jobs during his career as a contractor. To save money, he almost never rented motel rooms on those trips, choosing to sleep in his car, if necessary. However, he'd still want to shower so that he wasn't a total mess when he arrived at the job, and he found that most large truck stops made their showers available for rent to non-truckers. Ten dollars or so would get you a private shower stall and bathroom for 45 minutes to get refreshed.
When I saw the signs advertising this truck stop outside of Las Cruces, just about midway into my drive to L.A., I decided I should take a break and find out what my Dad was talking about.
After parking my car amidst the rows of 18-wheelers and other assorted trucks and RVs, I headed inside and found a clerk, and for ten dollars, I received a slip of paper with a shower stall number and a 4-digit code. As I sat in the waiting room clutching a bag of toiletries, waiting for my number to be called, I took the opportunity to check out the actual truckers who were waiting for their turns, as well.
I had noticed the burly young bear almost immediately. I assumed he was a trucker because he wore a battered trucker hat. I also noticed he seemed to be scoping out the other truckers in the waiting room the same way I was. And then I realized that he wasn't holding a slip of paper with a shower reservation, which meant he wasn't really waiting for a shower. I'd asked my Dad whether cruising ever happened at these truck stops, and he'd replied no, not to his knowledge. Of course, he was never on the lookout for cruising, so who knows if he'd even recognize it.
As I started to wonder whether I was witnessing truck stop cruising, the young trucker bear clearly noticed that I was staring at him. Before I knew it, he'd crossed the room and plopped himself down in a chair next to me. I glanced down to see that one of his thick forearms was elaborately tattooed with vines and flowers.
We sat silently side-by-side for several seconds, just staring ahead and avoiding eye contact. Finally, he turned his head a little towards me and whispered.
"You're not a trucker, are you?"
"No," I whispered back. "Just driving out to California. Moving to Los Angeles."
"Cool, cool." He nodded and started bouncing his foot nervously on the floor. "I'm a driver. Been doing it for about six months."
"That's... neat." I really had no idea what to say. I couldn't just ask him if he'd like to fuck. "So..." I finally looked over at him, and he smiled back. "You waitin' for a shower?"
"Yeah, yeah, well, no." He took a breath and started a speech that he'd clearly made before. "So I don't know if you know this, but it's common for us truckers to split a rental. You know, since most of us don't need a whole 45 minutes for a shower, we just share the entry code, and one of us takes his shower, and then the other one can come in like 20 minutes later. I can give you five dollars if you don't need to use all your time."
I smiled back at him, now unsure whether he really was cruising me, or if he was just looking to save a few bucks. "Yeah, I could go for that."
"Awesome," he said as he fished a five dollar bill out of his pocket and handed it to me. "By the way, I'm Dex."
"I'm Sloan." I took the money from him and shook his meaty hand.
The P.A. blared to life. "Number fourteen, your stall is ready."
"That's me." I handed Dex my slip of paper with the stall entry code, then whispered to him so that the other truckers wouldn't here. "And you know what, Dex? You don't have to wait the full 20 minutes. I probably only need, like, ten minutes to clean myself up."
He just nodded back cryptically as if he were slow to take in what I'd just said. I stood and headed into a hallway at the end of the waiting room. As I ventured down the hall, I saw numbered doors lining either side. It reminded me of the dorm hallways back in college.
I found door number fourteen and punched my four-digit code into the keypad next to it. With a loud beep, the door unlocked, and I entered to find a surprisingly spacious and luxurious bathroom suite with faux granite floors and tiled walls. On one side was a sink and toilet, and along the opposite wall were a couple of wooden benches. In the back of the suite was a large, open shower enclosed by a wall that went halfway across the room. Clean, fluffy bath towels were stacked on a table just outside the shower. When my Dad had tried to describe these truck stop showers, I never imagined anything so plush.
I didn't waste any time stripping off all my clothes and hopping into the shower, wanting to prepare myself in case Dex was planning to take me up on my offer. Five minutes later, thanks to the small bottle of shampoo and bar of soap I'd brought in my toiletry bag, I was squeaky clean and feeling totally reenergized. Standing under the hot spray, I began to lazily fondle my penis, which stiffened and rose until it was fully erect.
Just then I heard a loud beep, signaling that someone had punched in an entry code and had entered the room. I backed away from the shower spray and went over to the shower stall entrance, fully naked and dripping wet with my dick standing at full attention. Dex was standing just inside the room, grinning from ear to ear.
"Shower's open," I declared as I rubbed my stiff cock.
"I see that," Dex replied as he kicked off his shoes and started peeling off his clothes.
As he pulled off his tee-shirt, I saw that his forearm tattoo of the vines and flowers went all the way up his arm, across his thick biceps and to his broad shoulder. The tattoo was all in black ink except for a few small flowers in muted reds and yellows.
Also, Dex's entire torso was fuzzy, with short, coarse dark hair lightly spread across his chest, stomach, and back. Not thick or dense, but almost even sprinkled across his body. With his thick chest, he looked like someone who might've been an athlete in his youth, maybe a weightlifter like my Dad, but had let his body go to pot. Literally, since he had an adorable fuzzy beer belly.
He then dropped his sweatpants and underwear to reveal a pair of tree trunk legs and, most importantly, a cute, stout half-hard cock and low-hanging balls.
"Do you do this a lot?" I asked as he walked towards me.
"When I can," he replied. "But it can be difficult finding... like-minded guys on the road."
He walked right up to me and stopped so that our naked bodies were facing one another. Since I was a few inches taller than him, the head of my erection was bumping against his protruding belly.
He reached up and placed a hand on the back of my head, pulling my face down to his and planting a wet, passionate kiss on my mouth. I reciprocated, enjoying the feeling of his thick, soft beard rubbing my clean-shaven face. I felt Dex's rapidly hardening cock rubbing against my thigh as it rose.
Dex suddenly fell to his knees and plunged my dick deep into his mouth. I gasped as he somehow took the full length down his throat. He devoured my cock over and over again, expertly deep-throating it while also letting his tongue swirl across the surface of my shaft. It took my breath away.
"Fuck, you're good at this," I groaned, my legs threatening to buckle beneath me from the pleasure. But then I regained my senses. "Though we should probably shower you off. That's why you're here, after all."
Dex pulled his mouth off my dripping cock and smiled as he stood and kissed me again. "Only if you scrub my back. And anywhere else you feel like."
"Of course." I took his hand and led him into the hot shower spray. "Don't you want to take off your glasses?"
He grinned at me. "I'm almost blind without them, and I want to be able to see you."
He squeezed some shampoo into his hand and worked it into his hair as I took the bar of soap and rubbed it across his broad, fuzzy back, creating a rich lather. I worked my way down, soaping up his lower back and down to his plump, fuzzy ass. As the shower spray rinsed off the shampoo and the lather on his back, I scrubbed my soapy fingers up and down his crack, finally letting them settle on his asshole. I slid my middle finger into him.
"Yes..." he hissed as I wrapped one of my arms around his chest while finger-fucking him. My belly pressed against his back as he humped his body against me, encouraging me to dig my finger deeper into his ass. He reached out a hand and shut off the shower. "Please fuck me," he whispered.
I took my finger out of his ass, grabbed both of his wrists, and raised them, pinning his hands against the tile wall so that he was spread-eagle before me. I guided the tip of my stiff cock to his now-ready asshole and shoved it into his body in a swift, smooth thrust.
Dex threw his head back and let out a guttural cry as I plunged all the way into him. I planted my hands on either side of his ample waist and started fucking him vigorously. He howled with ecstasy so loudly that I was afraid that he'd be audible to even the truckers down the hall in the waiting room, but in that moment we just didn't care.
He took one hand off the wall in front of him and gripped his stout, thick cock his hand, pumping it as I continued to plow his ass. I fixated on the muscles of his fuzzy back tensing and relaxing as I plunged my dick into him over and over.
I felt the cum rising in my balls as my climax approached quickly. "I'm gonna cum."
"Yeah," Dex grunted back. "Shoot it in me."
With a snarl, I increased the intensity and pace of my thrusts until I was practically jackhammering his asshole. We both cried out as my jizz exploded out of my cock and sprayed into him. I continued pummeling his ass until the last of my sperm had been deposited in his ass.
"Oh god," Dex groaned as I pulled out of him, my cum dripping out of his ravaged asshole. "I'm gonna blow."
I grabbed him and spun him around so that he was standing with his back against the wall. I then dropped to my knees, swallowed his thick beercan cock, and sucked on it furiously. I grabbed his ass with my hands, forcing him to thrust his erection all the way into my mouth.
"Gah!" he cried out as he exploded in my mouth, filling it with his thick, hot spunk. His stocky body shook as he spurted glob after glob of sperm into my mouth.
When his orgasm subsided, I swallowed his load with a satisfied gulp, then stood up, looking at his chest swelling and deflating as he took deep breaths. Dex had a big smile on his face as he looked at me through his fogged-up glasses.
"We're going to need to shower again," he observed.
"Don't worry," I replied, "we still have plenty of time."