Truckers Load By Michael Kliewer Bearly1dawg@hotmail.com
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As a very horny college guy, I should have had my pick of the hot frat guys on campus. Unfortunately, I always thought those guys to be jerks, and really had a taste for more blue-collar types. My fantasies always involved garage mechanics, road crew workers, but especially truckers. Not sure why, but the thought of some big beefy guy, driving the roads, being all pent-up and horny, just got me going. It was the mystique if nothing else that got my dick hard.
I was attending one of the local colleges, as my parents couldn't quite afford much more. I didn't mind as it kept me relatively close to home, and I knew the area well. As a high school kid just driving the highways and the back roads, I found out where a number of the rest stops, and trucker haunts were. At the time I did little in the way of experimenting, but did take note of those I wanted to get back to once I was not living at home. You see I am not exactly out. Sure, I know I love dick, and know that I am gay, just haven't come around to telling anyone. I used to be the big man on campus during high school. I was the quarterback for the varsity football team, president of the student council, and voted one of the most popular guys in school. I had it all it seemed. I had the looks, 6'2", 210, dark hair, blue eyes, and a nice hefty package, and the brains. The girls were always looking to get into my pants, as well as some of the guys. Of course I went along with the charade, but I knew I wanted the guys more than the girls.
Now that I was living on campus, and away from most of the people I knew, I could stretch my wings a bit. I wanted to explore those hidden desires of sucking a guy's cock, of eating his sweaty hole, of getting fucked, and of fucking. My fantasies all these years was to meet up with a hot trucker in some abandoned rest area, and do him right there. As a jock I always loved the smell of a locker room, and the way it made me feel. There was a masculinity to those brick walls, and steal containers that sent a shiver up my spine. Even the local mechanic had my balls tingling. Every time I would go in for an oil change, I would undress him with my eyes. His name was Zeke, and he was probably in his thirties. Zeke had taken over the garage from his father, and really enjoyed working on cars. He always wore those one-piece mechanics overalls, with the zipper down the front. No matter what time of year Zeke would always have it unzipped down to his navel. I guess he really enjoyed showing off that buff, hairy chest, and it gave me, if not the ladies in town something to dream about. You see, once you got to the navel you couldn't help but notice the trouser snake doing down his leg. It was thick and long, and that was soft. I often dreamed about Zeke lubing my hole up with motor oil, and then sliding that huge cock into my jock ass. I would imagine the exquisite pain of his tool stretching my hole out, and massaging my guts. Then I would feel him shoot his load deep inside me. Before leaving he would present me with a bill for a tune up and lube job for the play. I always thought that was so funny.
Well my hormones were getting the better of me and it was only Wednesday. Had been studying hard for exams coming up, but the constant hard on in my jeans was distracting. I figured I would take a break and drive down to one of the rest areas on the outside of town I had discovered. I drove past there a number of times before, watching for flow of traffic, and for police cars. I know that the police are always on the look out for men having sex in the restrooms, so wanted to scope the area out first before trying anything. Being as this was one off the beaten track, I didn't think it would be too crowded, and less likely a place the police would keep under constant surveillance.
I drove up to the building, and as usual, it was pretty deserted. I decided to get the lay of the land, and walked into the restroom. As you walked in there was a wall that sort of blocked your view of the urinals, and the stalls. Once around that corner there were three urinals on the far wall, no partitions between them, and three stalls. I decided to check out the stalls, as there are always messages written on the walls, and through the second and third stalls someone had made a glory hole. The only ventilation for the room was a small window on the wall in the third stall. The room smelled musty, but yet very masculine. Sort of the way a locker room smells.
My dick was hard and precumming, just on the smell alone. My heart was racing as I hoped I would be able to find some action in here.
I decided to walk back to my car and sit around and wait. I didn't have to wait long. About a half hour later, a big Peterbilt truck pulled into the lot, and I could not quite make out the guy behind the wheel. The driver opened the cab door, and stepped out. I almost lost it. The man was my fantasy come true. He was about 5'10", 200 lbs, dark hair, full beard and mustache, and had just a slight beer belly. He fit into his jeans well, with a nice big ass, and a full crotch. As he walked over to the building, he glanced in my direction, but didn't react much. I waited a couple of minutes, and then walked into the bathroom. I tried to act pretty natural looking for where he might be. I spotted him in the last stall, with his jeans down around his ankles. I was nervous as hell. I wanted to go through with this, but the butterflies in my stomach, almost made me puke.
I summoned up my courage and walked into the stall next to his. He obviously knew this place, as these were the only stalls with the glory hole. I unbuckled my jeans and slid them slowly down my legs. I was hoping the stud might be watching through the hole. I sat down on the toilet, and started immediately stroking my cock. I tentatively looked into the hole, and its positioning was excellent. I could see that he too was stroking what seemed to be a beer can size cock. He had his big paw wrapped around the shaft and slowly moving it up and down. His other hand was cupping, and playing with his heavy ball sack. From this vantage point, I could now tell that the man was covered in a fine carpet of dark hair from head to toe it seemed. As I was staring through the hole, mesmerized, the man tilted his head down to see if I was watching. I jumped back in surprise and almost pissed myself. Then, I heard the man move around in the stall, I looked down, thinking he was leaving, but he was just standing up. Slowly, the mushroomed head of his cock came through the hole. I stared at the cock slowly inching through the hole. It seemed huge.
I knew that I could not resist this temptation. I bent my head over, and taking my tongue, licked over his piss slit. I was rewarded with the wonderful sweet taste of his precum. I then took and slid my tongue to the underside of the shaft. My tongue felt that warm silky skin moving across its rough surface, and also felt the cock jerk in reaction to my touch. I waste no further time in enveloping that cock head in my warm mouth. I closed my eyes and proceeded to taste and savor this treat. As the trucker felt my ardent motions, he slid the rest of his cock into the hole, allowing me full access to his shaft. Not having sucked dick before, I gagged attempting to take the whole thing. Its wide circumference stretched my lips wide. My tongue danced across his cock, my spit lubing its passage into my throat. I was lost in my lust for dick. It tasted slightly salty, and yet sweet at the same time. I could feel the man enjoying my manipulations of his dick.
From behind the partition I could hear the trucker's guttural moans of pleasure as his cock disappeared down my throat. The more I went at him, the more he groaned. Along with the groans came the "Oh, Fucks", and the "Yeah cocksucker take my dick". His words were music to my ears. All this time I had waited for this, my fantasies paling in comparison. As I sucked his thick shaft I worked my own slick cock. My ass hole twitched in hopes of feeling the trucker's hot rod slide into me. I wasn't sure where this scene was going, but I wanted more. Apparently so did the trucker. He started to slowly withdraw his hard cock from the hole. My stomach lurched, fearing I had done something wrong. He peered into the hole, and whispered, "Hey man come on into my stall so we really can go at it". I quickly pulled up my jeans, and without fastening them, exited out of my stall and into his.
As I walked in he was again seated on the toilet. He had his ball cap slid back on this head, his shirt was open, exposing that nicely build, hairy chest. His jeans were down at his ankles, and what I hadn't noticed before were his powerful legs. In his hand he was stroking the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. He had a slight smile on his face, as he looked me over. "You a jock, boy?" he asked. I just nodded. "Damn but I love hot jock cock suckers, haven't had one like you in a long time." "Why don't you get down here and suck this cock for awhile boy". It didn't take me long to get into position. I managed to pull my jeans down again, so I could play with my own cock while sucking his.
It was a strange situation. I had lost all touch with reality. The only thing that existed for me at this moment was this man and his dick. I looked up at him briefly before continuing my exercise. His eyes seemed to see right through me, and what I wanted. He spread his legs wider to let me get more comfortable. I rested my one arm on his thick thigh, and let the other linger on my own prick. He started to moan softly as I got into a good rhythm. I glanced up and could see he had leaned back his head, closed his eyes, and was manipulating his nipples with those big paws. I took my one hand off my cock and raised it up to his powerful chest. I ran my hand through the coating of fur, and felt incredibly in awe. My mind raced with attempting to etch each second of this experience in to my mind.
In what seemed like hours I continued to swallow this monster cock. The trucker repositioned himself, and now was leaning over my back, and attempting to get his hand into the crack of my ass. Because of the way we were positioned, the process was a bit difficult. Instead he lifted me up so that I was standing in front of him. My cock was leaking precum like a faucet, and he stared at my 8-inch dick. He grabbed a hold of hit, and started to stroke it. "I don't normally suck cock, boy, but in your case I am making an exception", and with that he swallowed my cock to the hilt. The sensation was so powerful I almost came. I gasp in shear pleasure of the act. I grabbed onto the trucker's head and pushed my cock further into his mouth. He did not resist, but started to lightly bite the base of my shaft.
He started to really deep throat my cock, and pull on my balls to keep it steady. I could tell that he was a master cocks man. Just as quickly he let my cock plop out of his mouth. He looked at me, and said, "You know boy, that is one sweet lollipop, but you know I have to have your ass!" With that, he spun me around so that my ass was in front of his face. His massive hands started immediately to massage, and manipulate my well-muscled globes. "Damn boy, you have a fine ass, sure the coach like it too, didn't he?" I didn't know what to say, but just let him do his thing. I suddenly felt the hairs of his beard and moustache rub across my ass. The sensation sent goose pimples over my flesh. I was tingling in anticipation of what was next. He gently bit and licked the mounds of my ass. He would tease me by spreading my ass apart and then blowing at my hole. My ass hole twitched. He knew he had me, he knew exactly how to make me concede to him.
He then told me to bend over and spread my ass for him. This I did. He then took his tongue and from underneath my legs to the top of my ass, and licked me clean. The trucker then proceeded to eat my ass in earnest. As he continued, munching, sucking, licking, and working his tongue into my hole, I was opening further and further up for him. I was virgin territory and he knew it, but he also was good at what he was doing. This wouldn't be the first jock cherry this trucker took. He then started to work his index finger into my hole. The intrusion shocked, me and I tightened up. "Relax, boy, this is only going to help loosen that hole up for my dick" "I don't want to hurt you, but you will need to be a lot more open than you are now to take it" I relaxed as much as I could. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations. As he worked another digit into my hole, I could feel myself give way to him.
By the time he had three of his thick fingers working smoothly in and out of my hole, I knew he was ready. He spit into my hole and worked the slime into me, he then told me to back up and then sit down on his cock. He said it would go easier if I controlled how far and fast it went into me. I did as he said. The trucker held his cock in position, as I aimed my waiting hole to his cock head. As it hit my sphincter, I tensed a bit, but then started to push out with my hole. I then started to sit down on that monster. As his cockhead rammed through my virgin hole, it stretched it wide, and the pain was startling. "Relax stud, take a deep breath, and just let it go naturally" The trucker's reassurance was just what I needed. I pushed out more with my hole, and then suddenly the cock head popped through, as well as the first couple of inches. My mind exploded with the impact. I had never felt anything so painful, yet so pleasurable in my life.
I relaxed my breathing and pushed down further on his cock.
It took some work, but soon I had the sensation of his pubic hairs tickling my balls, and I knew I had all of him in. I then started to raise and lower myself up on that shaft. The trucker held my hips and helped guide me further down on him. I could feel my ass lips drag across the slick flesh of his cock, and knew that I was truly his. He filled my guts up with his cock. His cock was now in control of all my pleasure. As I got more into the action, I was now impaling myself hard onto his dick. He was growling in pleasure as my ass squeezed tightly over his dick. He pulled me back onto him and now was biting my neck as he pistoned his fuck tube into my jock ass. He possessed me totally. Never had I imagined that being fucked would control my soul. We continued that way for several minutes, his pushing into me and me pushing down. Then he wanted to change positions.
Standing up, without loosing his position in my ass we turned around so that I was now bent over the seat to toilet and he was standing behind me. Grabbing my hips he started to power thrust his dick into my wanting hole. "Yeah fucker, going to take that fucking jock cherry and tear it up" "You are going to love having me mark the insides of your ass with my juice." I had to admit he was right. From the moment that his dick invaded my ass, I was his for the taking. He knew how to make me feel good too. He would use slow deliberate strokes to intensify the nerve reactions, and then in the next second, churn my insides with his hip motions. He possessed my ass.
I was in another place in my mind. There was not time where I was. I was totally in the moment, in this environment. The smells seemed to be intensified, the sounds louder, the reactions greater. I knew I would never be the same mentally. I was exploring a realm of being I only imagined. Here, the reality of this man, fucking me with that hard thick cock, and making me feel more alive than I have ever felt, I knew what I was. I knew what my place with a man was; I knew that my ass was there for his use. I needed to have done this years ago, but maybe I wouldn't have had the emotional stability to understand. I did now. As he continued to attack my hole, my hands were working my own cock. I was about to loose it, but wanted to last until after he came. I noticed his breathing getting more rapid, and his thrusts more insistent. I could feel his shaft grow just a bit wider. Then it happened. He slammed into me, cursing under his breath and loading my ass with his juice.
I never conceived of what it would be like to actually feel a man's cum shoot inside me. The cock jerked, and stream after stream of hot trucker cum was coating my insides. I couldn't hold off much longer and started to come as well, shooting my jism all over the toilet and the floor. The trucker held my hips tightly against him as his climax slowly subsided. We both were drenched in sweat and sex. He retreated out of my ass with care, and waited for me to recover. He held me close to him as we both caught our breaths. Just then we heard some one clear his throat. Standing in the doorway, and leaning against the sink was a cop. "Nice show boys, now lets talk about how you're going to get out of this"
To be continued Please let me know your comments.