Trucker Jack meets Jeremiah
By scass3254@aol.com
Jack watched the first drop of rain as it exploded onto the windshield and then he heard the clap of thunder as lighting filled the fading sky. Miss Cherry was running on fumes and Jack needed a place to stay for the night. He had been on the go since very early morning as he raced the storm clouds knowing it was time to call it a day. He pulled off the turnpike, down a small stretch of highway and into a motel and gas station that was off the beaten track. It wasn't a rest stop that truckers normally used, but one that Jack's fuck buddies had told him about. His friend claimed that the food was terrific, the place clean and the owner always in heat. Jack checked himself in the visor mirror, rubbed his beard, brushed back his hair and climbed out of the cab and ran to the small office to check in.
"Any room at the inn?" Jack inquired shaking off like a dog coming in out of the rain. A man sat reading a magazine; the TV set droning on in the background along with a radio playing classical music.
"Any vacancies?" Jack asked again with a smile in his voice.
The man peered over his glasses that were perched on the bridge of his long, thin nose and looked at Jack for a long moment. No words were spoken but the man's sad, hound dog brown eyes studied Jack making him uncomfortable. The man put the paper down on the cluttered counter top and took the glasses that hung from a long chain from his thin, gaunt face and smiled. He was an older man, close to seventy, with a shiny baldpate that was sweating although the office was cold. He came out from behind the counter and checked out Jack.
"For you I'll make an exception. The place is full but you can bunk with me if you like. Got an extra bed in the room that you can use and the price is right." He was thin and wiry. Jack looked down at the man's basket and he was showing lots of beef through the thin cotton jeans that he wore. "The food is the best in these parts. Cook it myself with love and care and a man like yourself." He patted Jack's beefy belly. "Yes, a man could fill up on my stuffed pork chops and mashed potatoes with gravy and biscuits," he kissed his fingers. "The angels cry for my meat," and he laughed.
"Your offer sounds mighty tempting but I wouldn't want to put you to any trouble," Jack said.
"Mister, it wouldn't be any trouble. It's pouring out and going to get worst according to the TV and radio so it's best you stay the night, that is if you are so inclined." He looked at Jack's open shirt and beefy chest and could see the large nipples poking trough Jack's sweat stained shirt. "The water's hot and you look like you could use a good shower to relax you before you had dinner. My name is Jeremiah, Jeremiah Carter and who might you be?"
"Jack Armstrong."
Jeremiah put his thin, bony fingers around Jack's muscular arm and held it there. Jack could hear Jeremiah breathing and smelled mint on his breath and Jack wondered if it was to conceal liquor on his breath.
"You're a little too large to be the All American Boy but I'm not complaining mind you."
Jack smiled showing his white, even teeth.
"You do have that All American smile though and quite a smile it is." Jeremiah patted Jack's belly again rubbing it, as some would do to a Buddha for good luck. "Now, do you want that room or not?"
"How can I refuse such an offer? By the way, how much is the room?"
Jeremiah laughed this little boy's laugh that was full of mischief and scrunched up his face. "That depends."
"On what?" Jack responded.
"On how good an All American boy you are."
Jack was tempted just to leave but his friend said that he would not regret his night there so Jack smiled, his blue eyes alive.
"I can be pretty good under the right circumstances."
"Then you've come to the right place. Jack, let me show you to your room."
Jeremiah had a small house behind the office that was down a path shaded by cypress trees. It wasn't large or spacious house but overflowing with antiques and to Jack's untrained eye not the bric-a-bracs that Jack had expected. Cooking books lined the shelfs and an array of cooking magazines were scattered on an end table.
"Let me show you to the work room," Jeremiah said with a twinkle in his eye. "Hasn't had as much work as I like since the highway went up, the pickings have been slim."
The bedroom was done in dark green and there was regimental stripe wallpaper on the walls. A large oak bed sat in the middle of the room surrounded by books. Paintings covered the walls.
"Your bed is in the corner unless you want to share mine with me?" He said it so matter of fact that Jack didn't take offense.
"That depends on how good those pork chops of yours are."
"As good as you're going to get and what you'll get in bed is better."
"Then I'll share your bed." Jack didn't know why he said it but the words popped out of his mouth. Jeremiah was seventy and although age was never a factor with Jack, the man looked so frail.
Jeremiah came up and kissed Jack on the lips and his lips were sweet on his mouth. "I was hoping that you would say that." He reached his hand in and felt Jack's fleshy chest, feeling the smoothness of his skin until his fingers found Jack's nipples that he rubbed softly with his thumb and forefinger. He was taller then Jack and kissed Jack's neck and his earlobe, nipping it softly and putting his tongue inside of Jack's ear. This man knew what he was doing and Jack dick was standing tall.
Jeremiah's fingers adroitly opened Jack's shirt revealing his fleshy chest and smooth belly. Jeremiah bent down and kissed Jack's belly, his tongue inside the bellybutton as his long fingers and hands touched Jack's body as he unbuttoned Jack's Khaki's and let them slip down to his knees. Jack stood there in his jockeys and the tent in his pants was beginning to leak pre cum. Jeremiah took off Jack's sneakers and sat him down on the large bed as Jeremiah helped him off with his socks. He gently pushed Jack back on the bed and slipped off Jack's briefs. Jeremiah stood there admiring Jack.
"I knew that you had a beautiful piece and I want all of it but first a hot shower while I go into the kitchen and prepare that meal for you. There's a robe hanging behind the bathroom door." He bent down and kissed the head of Jack's cock and tasted the leaking pre cum. "Yes, sweet as the man."
Jack devoured the pork chops that were smothered in onions and had doubles on the buttery mashed potatoes that were smooth and creamy, He relished the best pecan pie that he had ever eaten. Jeremiah was talkative and told Jack that he had been a professional chef who owned his own restaurant back in New Jersey. When he retired, he moved down to these parts and opened up the motel just wanting to eked out a living and not have the pressure that running a restaurant entailed. Sex was a thing of the past until he devised the story that the place was full. He had had a few men, mostly truckers and word of mouth was getting him a lot of newcomers like Jack.
"I saved my money and with social security, I do all right. I have a young kid who helps me when I want to fish or visit friends. He's gay and I let him use the cabins when he needs to. He never hustles and is no trouble and nobody in town is the wiser."
They talked and it was time for bed. Jeremiah made room in the bed and Jack got in. Jeremiah looked at the full body of the man lying close to him and reached out and touched Jack. His hands were soft and there was sensuality to his caresses that had Jack's dick standing at attention. He lay on top of Jack and began kissing him, his tongue entering Jack's mouth that was eager as their tongues touched. His kisses were sweet and tender as his hands touched Jack's cheeks and hair. Jack reached down and felt Jeremiah's wiry body. He was smooth and muscular and Jack's hand settled in the soft pubic hairs of Jeremiah's mound.
Jeremiah moaned and Jack looked down at the largest cock that he ever had the pleasure to see. Jack was not a size queen but if he were, he would be in size queen heaven. Jeremiah's dick was at least ten inches long and thick. Jack's fingers touched the head and Jeremiah dick twitched and Jack saw the beads of pre cum that began leaking. Jack wanted this old man's cock, wanted it in his mouth and ass and he was going to have it.
"That is some tool you have?" Jack said respectfully. Never seen one that big."
Jeremiah smirked. "It surprises a lot of men. They can't believe an old fart like me is hung like a mule and more surprised when they see it in full bloom. I've been blessed that the plumbing still works and it still gets as hard as steel. Most men when I'm finished having sex with them, they wished it had never ended and I'm proud to say that some of these guys drive hundreds of miles out of the way for some of my beef." He laughed and there was something lewd and lascivious in his laughter. "Like my cooking, I take pride in my abilities in the sack. If that sounds egotistical, then it is. Us old guys and there are plenty of us out there still know a hell of a lot more then these snot noses who thinking that fucking is just sticking it in a hole. Some never learn. Shoot, I've been talking like a damn fool and letting my cock go soft."
Jack's placed his mouth around the head, licking it and tasting the saltiness of Jeremiah's pre cum. He licked at the head and it felt like velvet against his tongue. Jack placed his hand firmly around the thick shaft as the sleeping giant began to awaken to make sure he wouldn't gag when he began to suck on this magnificent tool. He ran his head around the head and down the shaft slowly looking at the thin veins that ran the length of his dick as his mouth took more and more of Jeremiah's meat into his mouth as it hardened. It was stiff as a telephone pole as Jack moved up and down feeling it at the back of his throat.
"Oh, you're good," Jeremiah cooed, "really good. I would love to stick my poker up that beautiful round ass of yours. That's a mighty fine dumpster and old Willy here would love to make love to it." He grabbed hold of his meat.
Jack had many men fuck him but never one at seventy years of age with a cock that was the sausage of life.
"I'm game. Never had one that big in me before."
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."
Jeremiah reached into a night table and pulled out rubbers that Jack assumed had to be extra large and a long thin instrument.
"What's that? Jack asked quizzically.
"A turkey baster."
"And what do you plan on doing with it?"
"Jack, I have an unusually large cock and over the years I have had trouble fucking men and that is what I love to do as much as I love to suck on a beautiful dick. I have learned this technique from my restaurant experience and it works great. You baste meat to keep it tender so it doesn't dry out. Well, this baster, I use to keep the ass moist and makes it easier to get the lubricant all the way in. Not to worry. I won't hurt you."
Jack looked at Jeremiah and smiled. "I trust you.
Jack lie on his side and felt Jeremiah kissing his round buns, his tongue between the crack of his ass and licking at the perineum that had Jack moving his ass back and forth as he felt Jeremiah's tongue moving in small circles on his rosebud. The thrill had Jack crying out in ecstasy as he felt a finger enter his ass and slowly move into him. It was done so smoothly as Jack danced on Jeremiah's long finger enjoying it. Then Jeremiah inserted two fingers. It felt so good as Jeremiah finger fucked him and when he felt Jack was ready, he took some Crisco oil and drew it up into the turkey baster. With Jack's ass opened up, Jeremiah squirted it in. Jack felt the warm oil as it flooded his ass and felt his own dick that was hard as he played with himself.
"The oil is an excellent lubricant and you will be able to take me. If for any reason you are hurting or feel discomfort, please tell me and I'll stop." He kissed Jack's buns one at a time and Jack felt this incredible piece of meat at the crack of his ass rubbing up and down, against him. Then he placed the massive head of his cock against Jack's ass and pushed gently and Jack felt it slide in.
"Am I hurting you?"
"Oh, no, I'm fine. I want the whole nine yards inside of me. This butt craves loving and I'm ready for what you're about to give me. "
Jeremiah moved carefully entering Jack's ass and Jack felt this magnificent piece of meat filling him. The feeling was indescribable as Jeremiah began to move more and more of his thick, long dick into Jack until he was all the way in. The turkey baster had worked. After the initial shock, Jack began to move his ass as Jeremiah began to fuck him. He was gentle and tender moving slowly letting Jack get use to the size and thickness, as he felt full with Jeremiah inside of him. Jeremiah squeezed Jack's tits gently as he moved in and out of Jack calling out Jack's name as he fucked him. Jack moved his hips and ass to take the magnificent tool that was making love to his ass. He kissed Jack's neck and ran his hand through his hair and talked to him with loving words. This old man was a master in the sack as he made love to Jack's ass.
"Oh, Jeremiah," Jack cried out as Jeremiah moved faster and faster and Jack felt like he was going to cum as he felt the huge piece pressing against his prostate. Jack gyrated his hips and felt the huge cock fucking him and together they worked as a precision piece of machinery moving as one.
"Oh, baby, you're going to make old Jeremiah come. I want it to last forever but this old man had got to be released." With that he unloaded inside Jack who kept pumping until Jeremiah went limp inside of him. He took his cock out and got between Jack's legs and did something that Jack never expected. He took out his false teeth and began to suck.
Jack had never been gummed before and as Jeremiah said he loved to suck as much as he loved to fuck and suck he did. His mouth and tongue made Jack feel like he had never felt before as this old man gummed him and Jack knew that he was going to cum and cried out, "here it is and filled Jeremiah's mouth with his load. Jeremiah was greedy and took it all in letting not a drop drip down his mouth as his tasted Jack's ambrosia. Jack was spent as Jeremiah licked the last bead of cum that had formed at the piss hole and licked it.
"That's almost as good as my gravy," Jeremiah smiled and held Jack.
That night Jack slept soundly and when he left the following morning, Jeremiah had a magnificent breakfast waiting and the bill.
"Here's the bill he said and kissed Jack firmly on the lips. "Thanks for a beautiful night that I shall remember until you come by these parts again."
Jack drove away and watched Jeremiah waving until Jack was out of sight.