Trucker Man By Nathan Harvey
It had been a dumb thing to do telling Jerry I was going to stay later at the beach and to let them leave without me. We had just planned to be gone for the day but it was so nice I wanted to spend the weekend. Jerry had told me he had to be back to be in a wedding so I loaded my extra beach crap into his van and told them I would just hitch a ride back Monday morning. I wanted to stay over the weekend and have a little fun cruising the boardwalk. It was going great, I loved taking the rides and clowning around like a kid. IT was good to chow down on the goodies like hot dogs, pizza and malteds. It was like being a kid again. Perhaps two much so. About halfway through the day I discovered my wallet was missing. I wasn't sure were I could have lost it or it had been picked. It could have been on one of those crazy rides or at the beach. When I checked in at the security station looking for it the policeman said they had my wallet but whoever turned it in said there had been no money in it. Well at least I had my driver's license and credit cards. By now the fun had gone out of my weekend and I decided to hitch back to Elkhart.
Walking the short distance from the boardwalk to the main drag I had no problem hitching a ride through town with an old couple. Getting out on the main highway I though I would be home in a matter of hours. No problem I thought with U.S. twenty running right past the Toll road I could get some guy to stop and give me a ride. That was my second big mistake. My first mistake had been in starting out for home so late in the afternoon. I stood there for a couple of hours watching the cars whiz by and no one even slowed down. I began walking along the side of the road hoping to catch a ride and figuring I would come across someplace to get something to eat. It had been years since I'd hitched hiked highway this road and it was now a different world. There were no longer little sandwich shops and mom and pop gas stations along the road. I guess the toll road had closed everything down when they took the traffic off of highway twenty.
I was really feeling despondent was sitting by a stop sign at a well- illuminated intersection. Now I desperately hoped someone would see me and take pity on me. I figured if they could see me they might think it was OK to give me a lift. It just kept getting later and around midnight not even trucks were going by. Then this one big rig came lumbering to a stop. I knew I was in luck then. The driver could have made the light but began stopping instead. Picking up my rucksack I ran to the drivers side of the cab. The trucker had rolled his window down and this big tattooed arm was hanging out. Spitting, then smiling he asks if I wanted to give him a thrill. At that hour with it getting colder I said sure if he was going my way I'd go his. Then telling him I was headed for Elkhart I was thankful when he said, " Sure enough little boy, I'm going right through there and then on through to the Industrial Park in Port Clinton Ohio. Get your cute little ass in here, but you'll half to crawl over me, the passenger door is broken."
As his door swung open I climbed up on the running board then began to crawl in over him. Reaching over and grabbing my ass he began feeling me up real good as I crawled over him. Then as he patted me he said, "You're a damn good-looking kid with a great ass. I think we are going to get on real good". Seated close to him now in the lighted cab I leaned over to look at his chest. He was sitting there with his shirt open and he had these strange tattoos exposed. Looking at me began laughing, saying "check them out kid and try them". On his right nipple was a Tattoo of a little tap with the words Nectar over it, and on the left nipple was the same tap and the words honey. Then pulling his fatigue pants open he exposed his giant dormant cock and telling me to read the inscription over his meat. Bending low nearly putting my face on his cock I read the lettered words "whipped cream dispenser". Still chuckling and saying " on that tap to get anything out of it you need to churn it a little to whip the cream." Leaning back and chewing on his cigar he seemed to want to talk. Prompting me to ask him anything he told me to just call him Sarge. Looking directly I told him my name was Michael.
By now it was dark and he had pulled off his sunglasses and fatigue cap. What I saw now sitting beside me was one hell of a good looking half-naked rough cut stud. Mean looking could describe him very well. Hardly glancing over in my direction I heard his gravelly voice saying "Go ahead kid taste the nectar boy", and pulling me over to him he pushed my face to his chest pushing my lips to his nipple. Getting excited I began to suck on him and as I ran my tongue gently down and around his nipple all he said was, "Harder bitch," Then I began to chew on it savagely. That seemed to please him. Pulling me over to the honey tit I began chewing on it. As we rumbled down the road that massive truck was vibrating our bodies in a soothing sexual way making every action of mine on his nipples even more sensual. Pulling me off of his tits he said it was time to whip some cream. Bending down and pushing his pants even further down almost to his ankles I began to massage his huge cock of his with my hands. Then slipping my hands around his balls his huge cock now primed and glistening sprang up eager for service. Taking his cocks head into my mouth and slipping slowly down that hot hard cylinder I kept tasting and sucking him. I worked my way down until I could feel the coarse fur of his crotch on my lips and smelled that pungent scent of a man in heat.
I was having a real trip, moving up and down that magnificent shaft of his. As we rumbled down the highway the vibrations of the truck was making the sensation of blowing him even more thrilling for both of us. I worked his cock like a fiend wanting to milk him for all he was worth. Suddenly his hand was on the back of my neck forcing me down until his balls stopped my lips. Gasping, at first then relaxing I could feel the hot sticky fluid shooting into my throat. When he released me I stayed deep on his cock sucking and slurping everything I could milk from him. "Hot damn" he yelled, "is you ass as good as your mouth"? Straightening up he told me to reach in back for something to go with my desert. Pulling out a shoe box when I opened it was filled with sandwiches and a bottle of whiskey. Reaching over he took one of the sandwiched and began to chew on it. When I offered him whiskey he said "never when I'm driving, that's strictly fucking whiskey to loosen up your ass, go ahead and drink it up, I want you loose and juicy".
As the massive truck slid through he night cutting a path through the foggy night he began telling me about his service and how he came to like fucking tight ass boys. It seems that he was one of the young kids that had gone to Korea way back in 1952. It was now the forgotten war but he said then everything was so real so terrible. So many of the men were so young, just boys and they were always scared and wet. They were all afraid for their lives. He stumbled into a foxhole during some fighting and found this one beautiful boy and he was so scared that when the shelling would start he would cling to me for safety and security. They became close and stayed together long enough in their stinking little foxhole to bond. He went on to say that Billy his little lover had one sweet ass. He had first put out when he was lying there wet and shivering from the cold and when he held him close and put his poncho over him to keep him dry. I began to slip his wet uniform off of him. When he rolled over him to reach for some dry stuff it kinda just happened. He was hard and hot and before he knew it he was in the kids ass and the boy was responding. Then he said when he I pulled out of him he held me tight and began hugging me.
After that he said they tried to stay together. The boy continued offering his ass and serviced me in every way in return for my protecting and comforting him. No one ever said anything in those days because no one really cared if the men screwed around. They were two worried about staying alive. Lots of the boys traded favors even though they had wives and sweethearts at home. Sarge. called it a war romance but said he loved that boys sweet tight ass. HE went on to say some nights that the boy would suck his tits saying they were honey and nectar. Then he made me promise to let him suckle anytime he wanted. Then fooling around getting me all hot and bothered he would always say he would whip my cream for me. Then looking at me he laughed and said, "Me, that butch bastard of a master Sargent was falling in love with a kid. We stayed together for months then one night after we really had this really wild night of love making that terrible day happed". He went out on patrol one night and never came back. I could never find out what happened but he was clutching my picture in his cold hand. I did learn his wife wanted to write to anyone that could tell her about her husband. I wrote her a long letter telling her he always was a good "boy" and would always be missed and that he had love in his heart."
Sarge said it was when he was rotated on R and R that one night on leave he got good and drunk and had his artwork done in memory of Billy his little lover boy." Now Sarge seem despondent so reaching down I began feeling him up saying I wanted to whip some more cream. As I slid down on that shaft I wondered what it would feel like to have something like that shoved up my ass. We jostled along I knew when he dropped me off I would never know how that man would feel inside my body. For now I would be content to feed my hots blowing his cock. We were speeding around South Bend now on the bypass and barreling down the road towards home when he ask me if I wanted to pull over at a truck stop for some real whipped cream. He felt like making my ass into a cream puff. We began slowing a few miles down the road and he pulled into a well-lighted dinner type place with a few trucks parked in the lot. The chubby little man at the counter greeted Sarge like an old friend and waived him on to the back. Leading me to the back and telling me to strip as we entered the back room he pointed to the showers saying we would clean up before we `rested". I was surprised that there was even a shower let alone cots set up for truckers . Following his lead I stripped. As he jumped into the shower and began lathering up he looked like something out of an action porno flick. With his hard wiry body, his tattoos, and his hard cock bouncing around he was exciting and I was hot. He'd brought the whiskey in and tilting the bottle up to my lips I took a couple big gulps. As we showered and he rubbed my body he continued to feed me more booze.
Our soapy bodes rubbed against each other and finally he was hot and I was ready. He turned me, bending me over and entering me with that hard soapy tool of his. A little dizzy from the booze but more than willing I let him take me. I began experiencing a hard hot pain telling him he was two big but pulling my hips tight to his cock forcing everything he had into me. He held me until my body accepted him and I began to beg him for more. Then he began. He pumped, pushed and screwed until I though I would never walk again. Finally having shot his wad we toweled each other off and lay naked on one of the cots for a while just resting. Then before I could protest he was on me again, but this time as he humped me I began pushing and twisting back hungry for him. We were in heat and screwing like animals when a couple of truckers came in. Seeing us and chuckling they told us not to let them disturb us. They peeled and began their showers while watching us and chuckling all the while. There only other comments were, "did they stand a chance to ride the bull?" Sarge growled back "go fuck yourselves."
We lay like with his cock rammed up my ass until I could feel him harden again and he was off and running. Finally saying it was time to get out of there we dressed. He said we would have time for coffee then hit the road again. As we passed the two truckers they were all over each other fucking up a storm. Smiling Sarge patting the big one on the ass saying he was really a hunk, maybe next time. Crawling into the Cab again I had to chuckle when I crawled over him and he began fondling my ass. Pulling out of the station he glanced over again and told me to get myself together we would be pulling into Elkhart, then adding if I really wanted to be a sport I could ride up to Port Clinton and come back with him. He could have me home by Monday morning. Then adding he might even be tempted to suck on my lollypop for awhile. As we pulled up to the city limits of Elkhart I began unzipping him and pulling his pants down. Sliding down on his meat saying only that I was two busy to get out right now, perhaps on the way back I would have the time. Right now I had a taste for some whip cream.
I sucked and licked and played with my Sergeants cock for the better part of the next two hours and I was deep on him sucking when I felt the truck slowing. Pulling off to a rest station he said it was time for a little nap adding one great thing about Ohio was that they took damn good care of their truckers. This rest stop was just a few miles down from the loading area of the Port Clinton Industrial park. Looking out of the window I could see we had an out houses. Very nice, and as he pulled back the Curtains of the cab he told me to strip and crawl in and minutes later he joined me. I lay there naked and waiting. In seconds I could feel his hard body sliding in next to me. As he scooted in he positioned himself on his back spreading his legs around my upper body. Then telling me to lift his legs he presented me his ass. Fidgeting around and placing his feet into two stirrups he was suspended and poised for my pleasure. Crawling slowly up his body I began penetration and with ease and my cock slid into that hard firm butt of his. It was like nothing I'd ever had before, he was hot his body pulsing and his ass seemed to be pulling my cock deeper into his body.
I slammed into that burning pit of pleasure and with each thrust his body would advanced then swung back to me like a pendulum until my mind went blank and kept slamming into him again and again. I had gone over the edge and turned into a fucking machine. I became even more excited and reaching up began twisting and clawing at his chest and nipples. I had no memory of how long I fucked or how many times I came but finally in exhaustion I collapsed. Letting my face slide down his body I began sucking him and when he came I licked and cleaned him then traveled to his hot sticky ass still hot and wanting him I began wildly eating him out. Sarge had taken me were I'd never gone and given me the finest gift a man could give another, His love and passion.
I watch as the men loaded the truck and we again were on the road. It was hard to believe that after last night I could feel so passionate about this man. All the way back I attended him and finally as we pulled into Elkhart told me he would be passing through again if I wanted to ride with him. Clutching him and giving him a hard kiss I scrawled my name and number on a card telling him I would always go with him anywhere. Then slowing and stopping the rig he reached over opened my door winking and kissed me.