Truckers Load

By Mike Kliewer

Published on Aug 8, 2002

Gay

Trucker's Load - Part 2 By Michael Kliewer bearly1dawg@hotmail.com

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Both the trucker and I stood frozen where we were. How long had the cop been standing there? What was he going to do? At that moment I was more scared than I have ever been in my life. I had been so careful all these years, and now the first time I do something I get caught. Didn't seem the trucker was happy about it either. "You guys look like you have been breaking the law", the police officer said in a sarcastic manner. "Seems to me I should haul you both in, and let them prisoners have a chance at your asses".

He sidled up to me, and with his gloved hand, reached out and cupped my ass cheek. It was then that I recognized this cop. He was Zeke's brother Ken. Ken was a big hulking guy. He was the regional bodybuilding champ, and you could tell. Ken usually had all his uniforms tailor made to fit his biceps, and thighs. I even think he had them taken in to show off his package. Ken looked a lot like his namesake Ken Caminetti, one of my favorite baseball players. Dark, close-cropped hair framed is chiseled features, which looked even more striking with the mirrored sunglasses. His chest bulging, and his biceps streaked with veins, he was a man to be reckoned with.

"Or," he started "I could take advantage of this situation." As he ran his hands down my chest, he playfully, yet firmly pinched my nipples, sending a shock that impulsed right into my cock. He also let his other hand slide down to my balls, and pulled hard on them. I was scared and nervous, but fucking turned on as shit. The trucker stood in the corner watching the proceedings, and was slowly stroking his cock back up. Seeing this Ken backhanded the man across the face. "Who the fuck told you to you could play with your cock!!" The trucker jumped back at Ken; ready to start a fight "Fuck you asshole, what are you going to do about it" Ken backed the trucker to the wall. Standing toe to toe, and nose to nose, he barked his demands "You motherfucker, are in no position to bargain", "Your ass is mine - literally"

The trucker's body language changed in that instant. He understood that if he were to get out of this mess he would have to go along with whatever Ken had in mind. With a firm hand Ken guided the trucker to his knees. The trucker looked up into those mirrored glasses, searching for some life. All he saw was his own distorted image, and his look of resignation on his face.

"Pull down my zipper with your teeth, faggot" He trucker bent forward, moved the flap of material away and grabbed onto the zipper with his teeth. He slowly worked the mechanism down to the end. "Now haul out my cock and suck it!"

I was standing to the side of Ken as though I had been forgotten, but only momentarily. "Hey, football jock, get down on the floor and help your buddy with his cock" I did what I was told. I lay down on my back, and got underneath the burly trucker and started sucking on his hard rod. It still tasted of my ass, and his cum, and that knowledge made me work it even more. I closed my eyes and let the situation unfold above me. I could tell Ken was undressing as I could here his shirt rustle, and him undoing his Sam Brown. The trucker above me was working Ken's cock real well, and from his movements had a pretty good rhythm going. Occasionally, splashes of spit would rain down on my face as he slicked up the cops weapon.

The action halted only briefly as Ken took off his boots and his pants. I stared up from the floor at this magnificent man and almost came at the sight. Ken then told me to move myself around so that he could squat down over my mouth so I could eat his ass. God you cannot imagine how much I have wanted that. I have always been attracted to a hot man's ass, but when it is build like a truck, it sends me over. As I watched his massive as cheeks spread as he lowered himself down, I took notice of the dark curly hairs around his pink hole. The scent of his ass was pure man musk, mixed with his sweat. The moment that crack came into view my tongue lapped it up. It was tangy, but not unpleasant, actually it was down right delicious.

Nothing like man-butt in the morning.

I was lost in my own world, but felt someone's mouth on my cock. I was not sure but I could have sworn it was the cop. His warm mouth felt wonderful on my straining member. Who ever it was sucked cock like a pro. He licked it, played with it, bit it, and deep throated the sucker. Then I could feel another body over my cock, and suddenly the sensation of a hot hole sliding down my shaft. The trucker had lowered his ass down on my cock and Ken and he were kissing passionately. I could tell by the moans, and the body movements that both men were in hog heaven. The trucker took my 8-inch cock to the base. My pubes tickling his ass hairs sent shivers up my spine. This was my first manhole, and I loved it. I had manhole at my mouth, and a hot manhole sitting on my prick, what more could a young stud want.

The trucker started to ride my cock up and down. First tentatively, then bottoming out on the base. He grabbed onto Ken's massive tits and was mauling them with every thrust. "Yeah, man ride that boy cock, feel that quarterback fill you hole" Ken was cheering him on. "Fuck yeah man, rip my tits off, rip these slabs off my chest". I was feeling his excitement with every thrust. His ass moved in time to the trucker's rhythm across my tongue. Ken pushed out with his hole, and my tongue made contact with the tender pink flesh inside. He tasted terrific. The more the trucker bounced on my cock, the more Ken bounced on my tongue. I knew I could not hold off much longer, the feel of that hot hairy trucker butt sliding on my rod, was going to make me shoot. Just when I could take no more, he was forcibly removed from my cock.

Ken hauled the man up and told him that he was not going to let either one of us cum until he was ready for us too. My cock drooled in anticipation, but was not going to be allowed to shoot yet. I was ready for anything at this point. Ken pulled me off the floor and demanded that I sit on the sit ledge. He then lifted my legs so that I was precariously perched on the sink, with my back up against the mirror on the wall. Without preamble, he thrust his thick cock into my hole. The pain was excruciating. His cock must have been at least 6 or 7 inches around, and the head was huge. Even after being fucked by the trucker, and his cum dripping from my hole, it was still uncharted territory for the most part. I screamed in pain, and was rewarded with a slap to the face. "Shut the fuck up, whore!" Ken barked. "You will fucking take my dick and love it" was all he said.

I lay back, trying to relax, but being in this position, and having the hot cops nightstick riding my ass it was not easy. The trucker was not going to be left out, and as Ken hammered away at my sore hole, slid his cock up inside of Ken. The hulking cop seemed to back up to the trucker's rod and take it all the way. Not loosing his rhythm inside of me, the two men started their own tandem fuck. The scene I was experiencing was nothing like my fantasies. It had crossed borders of sensuality I had not even considered. The power play, the masculinity, the hot unadulterated sex was blowing my mind. My cock leaked precum over my stomach, as my ass responded to every move Ken made.

All of a sudden the door to the bathroom is opened and as the shadowed figure appeared around the wall, I am too lost in my lust to worry about it.

"Hey big brother, figured I would find you here" It was Zeke. If he had said nothing, I still think I would have known who it was. The smell of grease, and perspiration mixed with his subtle musk was undeniable. Ken did not stop his lustful pursuits. He kept slamming his meat into my hole, while taking the truckers rod up his own. Ken just smiled over at Zeke, and said, "Damn right I would be, found me some hot meat playing in the john, and just had to have me some". Zeke laughed, but moved closer to the action. His first move was to clasp his hand around my head, and draw himself down to kiss me passionately on the lips. His tongue urgently explored my mouth, and tangled with my own invasive muscle.

Zeke and I stayed lip locked for what seemed an eternity. His passion, and lust came through like wildfire. He slowly withdrew, opened his eyes and stared directly into mine. "Been waiting a long time to do that Joey" he said. "Can't believe how sweet you taste, just like I imagined" Imagined? What had Zeke wanted me the whole time, and I was too stupid to notice? All I could reply was that he was making a dream come true. As the action continued, Zeke slowly peeled off his work clothes, and revealing for the first time the body I had lusted over each night for the last couple of years. The chest was strong, the hair across it straight and fine, it laid a nice layer across tight pectorals. He peeled the suit down, and exposed a monster of a cock. I had imagined perhaps 9 or 10 inches, but it had to be at least 11 and in this state of arousal, just as thick as Ken's. The only difference between them was that Zeke's cock was uncut, with a nice flap of skin lying over the head. Pulling off his work boots, Zeke then moved back over to me, and started to suck on my nipples. As with Ken playing with them, a shot of electricity went down to my cock. I could not believe this scene. Here I was college quarterback, legs up in the air, being fucked by a muscle stud cop, and the cop being fucked by a burly trucker. Then top it off, my handsome toned grease monkey was sucking on my nipples, and working his way down to my cock. Zeke paused ever so slightly to stare back into my eyes, before swallowing my cock whole. It took but a few deep-throating actions to have me ready to get my gun. I screamed in ecstasy as my load shot forcibly into Zeke's waiting mouth. The constriction of my ass muscles must have sent Ken over the top, because not shortly thereafter he was thrusting to the hilt and screaming he was coming. Not to be out done the trucker picked up the pace of his fuck and was slamming his cock into the muscle cop. Moments later he was slapping Ken's ass and telling him to feel his load deep inside.

The trucker withdrew his cock and sat down on the toilet directly behind him. Exhausted, he looked fucking hot laid out. His body hair was soaked with sweat, his cock pink with exertion, and the smell of sex was all over him. He closed his eyes in a look of pure satisfaction. Zeke helped me down off the sink, and let me stretch and get some feeling back into my legs. He did not however let Ken off as easy. "Get your faggot cop ass over here" Zeke ordered. Ken, exhausted, but still not done, complied. "Suck your brother's cock" Ken quickly got down on his knees and was sucking Zeke's huge cock. He couldn't get it all the way down his throat, but a good portion of it did go down. He was a dog gone mad for a bone. He slurped, and licked his brother's cock. Ken grabbed his brother's hairy ass, and pushed his cock further into his throat, almost making him gag. Apparently this was not the first time they had played.

Zeke grabbed his muscle stud brother's head and started to fuck his mouth. "Take your little brother's huge donkey dick" "Suck it cop, suck it good" Ken just kept going to town on Zeke's rod. It was slick with spit, and seemed to grow even more with each thrust into the cop's hot mouth. Zeke pulled his cock out of Ken's mouth with a plop, and then started smacking it against his face. "Yeah, you like cock, don't you cop?" "Yeah you like sucking grease monkey cock, like the smell of grease around my balls" Zeke was really getting into humiliating his older brother, and it seemed Ken loved it. The cop's cock started to rise during the name-calling, and he was visibly more excited to be sucking his brother's dick.

"Stand up and bend over the sink boy" as all Zeke had to say, and Ken complied. "Now we are going to see just how loose that hot trucker made your sloppy whore hole" He guided the head of his cock to the used sphincter of his older brother's ass. He pushed, and suddenly it slid in without hesitation. Zeke controlled the pressure, and slowly let his massive cock stretch his brother's ass lips. "Yeah Ken, you love this donkey dick sliding into your ass" "You big muscle cop, love taking my nightstick don't ya?" "Yes Sir" was all Ken had to say. Zeke bent over the cops rippled back, and leaned his pelvis in. The action slid the entire length and girth of his cock into the bowels of the cop. Ken moaned loudly as he welcomed the mechanics cock into the second sphincter deep inside. The action was slow and deliberate, not hurried. Zeke was a master at this and knew to get the maximum advantage; he would tease his brother's hole with his cock. He would pull his cock all the way back, and then slowly, watching every inch descend into his brother's hole. The sight of the massive cock, stretching, filling, and controlling the muscle cop, got my cock hard again. Instinctively I moved in front of Ken and positioned my cock at his mouth. He didn't question the action, and took my cock into his mouth. Zeke looked at me across his brother's body, and winked. He was making a connection with me, one that would continue.

Zeke's thrust became faster, and Ken was meeting each one. It was like watching a slinky toy. The back end moved in proportion to the thrusts, and the front in opposite reaction. We had the rhythm going so steady that I could have lasted for hours. As I looked back into the stall the trucker was putting on his clothes, but was not missing any of the action. He was just buttoning up his shirt when we made eye contact. He walked over, kissed me deeply and said "Thanks". He then moved his way around Zeke and Ken and walked out of the men's room. I suddenly became aware again of the smells in the room. The heat had intensified, and the sweat, and the smell of sex was overwhelming. The sound of Zeke slapping his brother's heavily muscled ass reverberated within the small space. He was demanding in his sex, and forced Ken to take the entire length of his cock. I grabbed Ken's head and forced my cock into his throat. I was about to cum again, and wanted total control.

Seeing my taking control, must have done something to Zeke, because his breathing started to get more rapid, his thrusts intense, and I knew he was about to blow. As if he was reading my mind, we both held out as long as possible, but wanted to cum together. We wanted to fill both holes of this cop with our spunk at that same time. I started to shake, and then screamed as my juice seemed to come from my toes, and exploded into the waiting mouth of the cop. Zeke too little time in coating his older brothers whore hole with his cum that seemed to last forever. Zeke stayed deep inside his brother, and let the exertion of the fuck descend. He slowly withdrew and you could feel the sense of satisfaction and relief from both hot men.

As the three of us lay on the restroom floor, trying to catch our breaths, and regain some strength, I found out that Zeke and Ken had been fucking for years. Apparently, Zeke caught Ken blowing his coach one day in the gym and school, and from that day on, forced him to submit. Ken admitted he had always wanted to have Zeke's cock, but didn't think he would go for it. Zeke said that Ken and he had been swapping men for some years, and most of the time Ken would call him on the cell whenever he was coming out to the rest area. Apparently this place is a great spot, and they almost always catch someone. I laughed and told them that this was my first time, but that it had really been a windfall. The men looked at each other and laughed. Zeke leaned over and kissed me deep. "Boy don't you know we both have been waiting years for you to show up?" I was stunned. How did they know? Ken explained that he patrolled this area and had spotted me sometime ago, scooping the place out. He figured sooner or later I would stop in. Zeke said he knew I was a cocksucker from the way I kept staring at him, and he just wanted to wait until I was ready. The fact that all three of us met today was all coincidence, but one that we enjoyed. I told Zeke that anytime he and Ken wanted this jock ass it was theirs. They looked at each other, kissed, and then grabbed me down on the floor with them.

The three of us regularly get together and have a great time. Zeke and I are pretty steady fuck buds, and who knows where that may lead. Every once in awhile Ken will call and tell us to come down to the rest area for a session, and undoubtedly he has someone in custody. I have seen that trucker only a couple of times since, but whenever he is in town we meet out at the rest area. It's our place.

Next: Chapter 3


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