Trucker's Load - Part 3 By Michael Kliewer Bearly1dawg@hotmail.com
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Well after my meeting up with my first trucker, a cop, and his brother the hottest mechanic in town, you can imagine that my hormones were raged for some more action. I was steadily into my classes at college, and really didn't have much free time. My dick was hard 24/7 looking at the fellow jocks at school, but really hadn't had the time to work on any of them. I was attending the college not far from home, and although not on a sports scholarship, I wasted no time in using the weights whenever possible. The smell of a locker room is something that is a definite turn on for me, and I have noticed for a lot of other guys as well. I usually timed my workouts to coincide with that football team's practices. Having been the star quarterback for my home team, I enjoyed the camaraderie, and the talk of the game.
One of the stars on the local college team was Ted. Fuck this man was built. Ted stood 6'2, 230 of solid muscle, blonde hair, a slightly darker moustache, 52-inch chest, 34-inch waste, and a bubble butt that looked like to bowling balls fighting it out for space. He was one of the tackles, and man I would move out of his way if I saw him coming. He and I struck up a casual friendship working in the weight room each day after practice. I would help spot him, and he would help me with my workouts to build a bit more muscle. The sight of this man made my dick stand up, and his natural scent was intoxicating. Didn't hurt that the man had a killer smile, and seemed to be all heart.
I was constantly checking this man out. He normally wore very little to the gym, usually just a string tank top, and a pair of way too short running pants. They showed off his powerful legs, but just barely covered anything else. I happened to mention that to him one day, and he said he liked the freedom it gave him. He would work out naked if he could, but rules said he had to wear something. Every chance I got I would steal a look up those pants legs, at what appeared to be a sizeable endowment. But the best I got was the site of his public hairs, and occasionally his cock head through the sheer fabric. It certainly fueled many a night's jerk off session that was for sure.
It had been weeks since my encounter at the rest area outside of town, and the pressure of studying, the constant visual of Ted, and my own normal raging libido was getting the better of me. I decided to drop the books for the night, got into my sleaziest pair of jeans, a tank top, and an old pair of worn out sneakers and headed out of town. There was another rest area a bit further out that I was meaning to check out. It had a small restaurant off to the side, for those desperate for some greasy food. I also heard they had a shower facility off the back of the restaurant, which from my surveillance, I knew was not monitored at all.
I decided to park my truck way in the back behind one of the eighteen-wheelers used by some of the local truckers, and permanently parked at the site. Seemed this late in the evening there were a few stragglers about, and my dick leaped at the thought of scoring once again. I walked casually up to the door of the shower room, and cautiously went in. Not sure what to expect, or if anyone was even in there. Had to make it look like I was there for a reason, so I had brought along my gym bag just in case. Inside the bag I always kept a spare set of work out clothes, jock, and socks. As I got dressed tonight I impulsively switched out the clean jock, for one I had been wearing for a couple of days.
As I walked in I was immediately confronted by a wall of about 4 sinks, and across from that the urinals and stalls. Somewhere behind that wall I could hear the sound of water running, and could feel the stickiness of hot humid air. I rounded the corner and could see a large open space that had shower spouts run along the top of the walls. Off to the side was a small collection of old lockers and a couple of benches. I looked one of the old high school locker room set ups, before everyone got paranoid about being watched. I noticed through the steam, that there was a figure at the back of the room. An open locker, and gym bag on the bench confirmed that some trucker was cleaning up after a long haul. I decided I was feeling a bit grungy, and quickly got out of my clothes, stashed my bag in one of the lockers, and proceeded into the steam.
The tile on the floor was cold despite the hit coming from the faucets at the back of the room. As I got closer, the figure came into view that knocked my socks off. He was a tall, lanky, but tightly muscled guy, who you just knew was a trucker. He had his hands up against the wall, with his ass out, just letting the hot spray cascade down his neck and back. Checking out his ass was the first thing on my mind, and damn if it wasn't nice and round and firm. Most trucker's asses are bit on the flat side, only because of the long driving, but this man's ass was nice and round. I cleared my throat as I walked to the other side of this man, just to warn him I was there. Through the haze he cocked his head to the side to see who had snuck up on him. His hair was longer, and a hung across his face, he had dark eyes, and a fu-manchu moustache. He looked like a cowboy just off the range. He smiled and said hello, but his eyes lingered just a bit longer than perhaps he had intended.
Now I told you that I am pretty built, and with my youthful looks, I do turn some heads. I noticed as he quickly sized me up, before returning to his meditations under the water. I stood there for awhile letting the hot water run down my tired muscles, and the started to soap myself up. I figured if I stared too much, he might get spooked, or something. As I started to soap up my chest, the trucker moved around and I could see he too had started working up some lather. He started with his crotch, and his simple manipulations, were having a positive effect on his cock. Hanging limp, it was about 2-3 inches, but now it was quickly growing. He had a large hanging ball sac that seemed to swing like a pendulum as he worked the soap.
He turned to look at me as his cock now reached its full potential, which in my estimation would be about 8 inches in length. It was not particularly thick, but it had a mean curve that had it pointing due south. I held his gaze for just a few seconds, and started to soap up my crotch as well.
It was an unspoken need that coursed between us. Staring into each other's eyes, we worked our hardening cocks to full erection. He started pulling on that ball sack, and licking his lips as he stroked his cock. I was working the lather up and down my shaft, and with the other hand working the soap into my crack and hole. I wanted this trucker's dick in me bad. I know he noticed where my hands were and how my body reacted each time I stuck a few fingers into my hole. I moved closer and got down on my knees in front of the man, and reached up for his shaft. The water cascaded down the shaft like a waterfall, and as I stared up into his eyes the need was there. I quickly opened my mouth and sucked upon the head. He head went back against the wall, and a groan of immediate pleasure crossed his lips. I steadily worked my way down the man's cock, as the hot water poured over my head and face. I was eager to please this man, and kneeling there I took my other hand and slowly, but determinedly pulled on that hanging sack. As I pulled with some strength I could tell that this form of abuse was too his liking. I pulled harder as I gulped his shaft into my throat.
His protests of more were answered with my actions. "Suck my cock man, yeah pull on them nuts!" he whispered. Although perfectly alone in this space, I guess he just didn't want to disturb the scene. I lifted the shaft of his cock and worked my mouth to his balls. Sliding each egg into my waiting mouth, I used my tongue to gently massage each orb. I pulled them tight against the sac flesh, and attempted to fit both into my mouth at once. They were a bit too large and in response I started to lick and even bit a bit on those stressed nuts. As I played with his ball sack, his legs seemed to bow out from time to time, and I knew what he wanted. Turning him around I was presented with that beautiful ass. Round, and white in comparison to his suntanned skin, it felt warm to the touch. I kneaded the fleshy mounds, and went down to lick and bite each one. Kissing his ass was something I could have done all night. He leaned out more to give me better access to his crack. The dark hairs clung to the sides of his cheeks as the water ran down the sensitive skin.
I spread his cheeks, and stuck my tongue to his pucker. Immediately there was a shiver down his spine from the touch. I pushed with my tongue into his hole, and it opened slightly. I pushed my face into his hairy crack and began to lick, suck, and probe his hole. I licked my way up and down his crack, tasting him and swallowing a bit of water besides. I opened up his hole with my fingers so that I could get deeper into him. He pushed back with his ass to give me access. He moaned, and cursed with each swipe of my tongue and each time I sucked his pink hole into my mouth. I worked my tongue into him repeatedly, licking his hole. I could have been there for hours. I stood up and turned him around. Immediately his mouth was on mine and his tongue explored my mouth. I clung to this man like a bear, holding him tightly against me. His kiss took on a passion of its own; tender and yet earnest in its appeal. His hands moved down to my own bubble butt and started to massage and play with them. His intentions were clear.
I broke the kiss and positioned myself against the wall as he had. I pushed my ass out for him, and begged for his cock. He came up behind me, folded himself against my back and kissed the back of my neck. It was such a tender moment in this situation that would not call for it. He then knelt down behind me and began to explore my ass with his tongue. The sensations of that moustache rubbing up against the tender flesh inside my crack had me crawling up the walls. I pushed back instinctively and allowed him total access to my hole. I could tell he enjoyed my submission as he forced himself harder into my hole with his tongue. He stood up, lined his cock head to my hole and pushed. He did not wait for me to become accustomed to his size, but sank balls deep into me. I screamed from the invasion, but pushed back on him nonetheless. I mentally tried to release the pain of his attack, and breathed deeply to relax my ass muscles.
He grabbed me by my shoulders for leverage and pistoned his rod into my jock guts. I held to the wall and tried to keep position, even as I pushed back against his every thrust. I had all 8 inches of this trucker's cock inside me, and he was making certain I knew it. In the heat, and humidity of this shower area, I was sweating from exertion. I wanted to please this man with my bubble butt to have him take control of me. He leaned in against me as he did before, but instead of a tender kiss, he began to bite at my shoulder muscles. The sensation of his animal rutting of me, sent me into over drive. I begged for him to fuck me, to tear me up inside, to make me his trucker's whore. Those words fueled his fire, and he began to rape my ass. He could no longer see me as a man, but more like a whore to be taken, and to be used. The hot water sprayed across our bodies as we fucked. My screams of pure pleasure echoed against the hollow walls. He too groaned, and cursed as he sunk his took into me. As his cock head pounded my prostate, my own hard cock was bouncing in time with his cadence. I reached down to stroke myself.
He then decided to switch positions. He ordered me to lie down on the tile floor and throw my knees to my chest. He was going to take me the hard way.
I did as instructed, the steam clouding my view, but making the scene that much more intense. He again wasted no time in pushing himself into me. He held my legs wide and opened up my hole for his invasion. I stared up at the man taking possession of my ass. His eyes were intense, his expression fierce, as he turned completely animal. There was no me, there was no him, it was the sex, the bonding of two men in perfect unison. I pushed my hole out to him, I wanted him to go as deep into my soul as he needed to. I wanted him to cum inside me, I wanted to feel him should his seed into my very being. He punished my hole with every thrust; he damned my hot ass, and cursed his pleasure. I could tell by his rapid breathing that he was close. I grabbed a hold of my one cock and started to jerk off with him. He pushed cock into me with speed and thrust, each time pummeling my prostate.
He growled, and then screamed as his climax came upon him. He cursed me, and called me whore. His very presence was tense, and exaggerated as he continued to fuck his cum in to my bowels. I met his ejaculation with my own. Shot after shot of cum flew up onto my chest, and even landed on my chin. My body shuttered as my jiz shot from me. This trucker stayed in position and just allowed his cock to soften naturally inside me, but he did not pull out. He held my legs apart and up to my shoulders. All of a sudden I feel a warm sensation inside. I then realized that he was pissing inside me. It was the most bizarre turn on ever. I loved the feel of a man's warm cum up in me, but never fantasized about piss. I could feel the warm fluid fill me, and make me feel as though I was full of him again.
He warned me to hold his piss as he pulled out, he didn't want me to miss a drop. I struggled to keep the warm liquid, mixed with his load inside me as he slipped out. He lay against the wall exhausted as I continued my endurance. I lay on the tile floor where he fucked me, and allowed the water to wash over me. I held his golden water inside me, remembering how good it felt to have him there. But I started to cramp, my hole wanted to explode. He told me to hold it. He demanded my obedience. I gave him that.
I tried to get up without spilling any of what was inside me. I stood there and looked at the man who for this moment possessed me. He came up to me and kissed me deeply. He said he had not had so much fun in a long time.
You see he was married and his wife was pregnant. He hadn't been able to fuck her in weeks, and never would she allow him to do what he had just done to me. As a trucker he knew the roads, and that occasionally he could hook up. Little had he realized how lucky he was?
I begged him to let me release the fluid, and he consented. I rushed to the toilets, and in seconds felt a wave of sheer relief flood across my body. I was empty of his cock, his cum, and his piss now. I cleaned myself up and walked back to the shower area. As I got there, the trucker had already dressed and was preparing to leave. He came up behind me, wrapped his arm around me and tenderly kissed the back of my neck again. The full crotch of his jeans rubbed against my tender ass flesh, and it send a shiver into me. "Thanks buddy!" was all he said and then he was gone. I sat down on the bench near the lockers for the longest time. My ass was sore, but my soul was satisfied. I again lived a fantasy.
As I left the shower area I looked across the parking lot and thought I saw Ted going into the diner. But it couldn't have been him, could it?