Trucker's Load - Part 5 By Michael Kliewer Bearly1dawg@hotmail.com
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After my last encounters at the trucker's rest areas my cock and ass were itching for more. I guess it is like Lays Potato Chips; you just can't stop until you finish the whole bag. For me it is more like, once my ass has felt a hard cock in it, it hates to feel empty. I guess all those years of denying myself the pleasures built up and now the volcano of lust was erupting big time. I couldn't resist, what had become my nightly routine, of hitting the local rest areas. I know it can be dangerous, and I know the possibilities of arrest, but the lure of the situation, the thought of hot cock, just couldn't keep me away.
I have always tried to maintain some distance from home in my activities. I am not out to my parents, nor out to anyone else, so I am trying to keep a low profile. Well I guess not that low. Went home for the weekend to finally get caught up on all my laundry, and enjoy a home cooked meal from Mom. Got to admit that even wanting to leave home for college, there are always reasons to come back. After dinner Saturday night that nagging ache hit me again, and I knew I needed some cock. I was getting ready to go out when my Dad knocked on my bedroom door.
Dad opened the door, and peered into the room. As he did I noticed something different about him, but was not sure what. You see my Dad is pretty hot. He stands at 6'2", dark hair, dark piercing eyes, a nice trimmed goatee, and a body to die for. He used to play college ball when he was younger, and even now still played weekend games with the guys at the park. He has broad shoulders, although he downs a few beers, his waist are still pretty firm. The think I love most is his ass though. Don't know if he ever noticed, but I loved watching him play football on the weekends, as the shorts he wears never quite had that beautiful ass. It is firm and a tight bubble butt. He always sweated like a pig, and that continued down to the crack of his ass. By the time the games were over, his shorts clung to those muscular mounds, and you could just make out where his hole was. It drove me insane to see him.
"Going out Sport?" "Yeah Dad, meeting some of the guys from high school over by the foot ball field to hang out". "Sounds like a typical night to me son, well I am off to my Saturday poker game, and your Mom is in the den." As he turned to leave I noticed what was different, he was wearing the shorts he played football in and tennis shoes.
Not his usual attire for poker, but then the weather had been rather sweltering the last couple of days. Dad played poker every Saturday night with the Coach of the high school football team, and a couple of other friends of his from when he played college ball. They all had respectable jobs these days, and their weekend poker nights were a way to get away from the wives, smoke cigars, and generally relive glory days.
I waited patiently till I heard his car round the corner, and then hurriedly finished dressing myself. I decided on a tight pair of jeans, sneakers, and a tight tank top. I figured as hot as it had been it would work. Besides, it really showed off my muscular chest, arms, and my 6-pack abs. I got into my car and decided to check out one of the rest areas a little closer to home. I know it could be dangerous for me, but I really was horny, and didn't feel like driving way out of town. This place was a usual stop for most travelers to the area, but late at night it was only really used by truckers. Not much different than most rest areas, it was a couple of buildings, a snack stand, and a park bench. I decided it was perfect for what I had in mind.
Parking in the front of the buildings I scoped out the area for cops, or anything else that might be lurking. Didn't really see anyone there, so went into the building to check out the amenities. This one was smaller than I thought and it only had two urinals at the back wall that flanked two stalls, each without doors. I never quite understood that, except that perhaps the cops were trying to divert sexual activity in the rest area and felt that doors would be a big inhibitor. Wrong. Anyway I chose the stall closest to the urinals because I noticed it had a hole cut into the wall. The place had really dim lighting, which only aided the atmosphere.
As with most rest area johns, it smelled mildly of piss and male musk, but it also had a smell of antiseptic. I guess someone was trying mightily to keep things clean, but as far as I could see it was a loosing battle. I pulled my jeans down to my ankles, sat down on the seat, and leaned back. I closed my eyes and absentmindedly stroked my cock. I started to imagine the types of men that would come in here looking to suck dick, or have theirs sucked. I started remembering the last couple of episodes with those hot truckers and my dick responded instantly.
All of a sudden I hear the creak of the door hinges, and I jolt to attention. Someone was coming in, but with my vantage point, and the dim lighting I could not be sure what. I bent down and peered through the hole and noticed a guy at the urinals. Seemed to have big powerful legs, and a hot ass. He was taking a piss, so I only got the slightest look at his cock, but he was pissing a healthy stream - must have had a couple of beers prior to showing. I kept watching and as the stream subsided I noticed him stroking his cock. He turned slightly to give me a better view and damned it was thick. I hadn't been able to assess the size from the initial look, but now, seeing it in better lighting, it was as wide as a beer bottle.
The guy continued to stroke his cock, and in the glimmer of light I noticed a wedding ring. I have always wondered how many married guys too advantage of cocksuckers like me, and now I was going to find out. The thought of a married man's cock in my mouth excited me, and my cock got harder. I tentatively put my fingers to the rim of the hole to show my interest, and the guy immediately moved forward. He made no pretense of not knowing what was going on, and immediately shoved his growing cock through the opening. As it came through my mouth watered, and I just stared at it for a few seconds. I then lifted it up and began methodically licking the head.
The guy was precuming like a faucet, so I licked up the sweet juice. It tasted good. I then lifted the shaft and licked the underbelly. The guy on the other side moaned with the touch of my rough tongue on that sensitive skin. I licked the entire shaft before re-concentrating my efforts on the head of his cock. I slipped the head of his cock into my mouth, and the guy whispered, "Yeah man suck my cock". His encouragement sent me further down his shaft, stretching my mouth around that thick cock. I could not get all of it into my mouth at first, but with each subsequent dive to the hole, I got more and more of it into my throat. Finally I opened my mouth and throat as wide as I could, and took the final inch hard.
The wall of the stall shook from his reaction to my work. "God damn man, you are fucking hot" "No one has ever been able to suck that thing down like that". My face warmed with appreciation of my technique. I continued to suck his cock, and work him up as best I could. He tasted mildly of soap, but there was still headiness about his crotch that invaded my senses. He started to withdraw his magnificent cock and I began to panic. Was it not good? Was he leaving? And then he said, "shove your cock in the hole boy, I want to suck your dick" I was all for that. I stood up and slipped my rock hard prick into the hole. Immediately it was welcomed with the feel of warm, moist lips surrounding my shaft. I also felt the prickle of hairs from his moustache, or goatee. I love a man with facial hair, so this was a real turn on for me.
He was amazing. He virtually made love to my cock, and I was holding back as best I could. The guy would deep throat my cock, and then just tease the head of my dick. He would then go down again and this time bite down hard at the base of my cock. This just made my cock harder. I had to this point not felt like being made love too, but his guy was definitely enjoying himself. The man's touch was almost reverent with passion and lust. He never rushed his actions, but made each motion count. It almost was like this would be the last cock he would ever have, and he wanted to make sure he remembered it. I have to admit that kind of devotion, that attention to someone is very alluring.
Just as suddenly as he pulled his dick out of the hole, he pulled off my cock. I slid it back out of the hole and bent down to see what was up. He was standing up, and was pulling his shorts down. "Man eat my ass through the hole". He backed his muscled ass to the hole as I got down on the floor to work it. He spread his cheeks just enough to expose his hairy crack. I immediately felt the warmth of his body heat emanate from him. The smell of man musk hit my nostrils like poppers, and it made my dick jump. I slipped my index finger into my mouth to lube it up, and then proceeded to play with the married man's hole. I slicked up that brown pucker with my spit, and patiently probed his hole.
He was a tight man, but as I worked the sphincter muscles, he would push out with his ass lips to accept my manipulations. I pushed my finger deep into his hole, and he moaned loudly. "Yeah man, open me up, I want you to fuck me". My mind raced at the possibility of fucking this man, but I wanted to take my time, just as he had with my cock. I wanted to show this man tenderness, even in the heat of sleazy, rest area sex. I bent down and swiped my tongue along the length of his hairy crack. The heat of the night had already moistened up the passage, and I tasted the saltiness of his sweat. The dark curly hairs covering the valley of his ass were wet with perspiration, and now my sweat. As I continued to suck, lick, and probe his hole with my tongue, I could tell he was loosening up.
I pulled back and easily maneuvered to fingers into his hole. I went deep past my knuckles and his ass reacted by pushing back. I could feel the red-hot heat of his anal cavity, and I longed to have that encompass my cock. I spit into hole, and continued to stretch his ass lips so that my entry would be as less painful as possible. The married guy had become far more vocal at this point and was demanding my cock. "Fuck me guy, I want to feel your cock slide into my hole" "Fuck me now". I couldn't resist that invitation. I stood, spit down on my cock, worked it around the shaft a bit and aimed for his hole. As I noted he was tight, but with just a little effort, my cock head slipped past his resistance.
The man groaned loudly as I held myself in position. He backed himself up as much as he could, to allow more of my shaft to penetrate him. I pulled back just a bit, and then pushed in with more force, another two inches were swallowed. I started to pick up the pace, and finally with a long thrust mounted him fully. He moaned in appreciation. "Fuck may your dick feels good in my ass, now fuck me hard!" I grabbed onto the top of the stall wall for support and began to thrust hard into his ass. He pushed back as much as he could, and opened his ass hole for me. His hot fuck hole swallowed me hole, and wanted more. I was beginning to feel the sweat trickle down my face and into my eyes. I stung a bit, but I could not stop to wipe it off.
I continued my assault of the married guys hole, until I could not hold off any longer. His tight, hairy, manhole was making sweet love to my cock, and the heat of his canal was too much. I slammed into him repeatedly, until I felt my balls contract and I knew I was about to cum. "Take my fucking juice man, I am cumming deep inside you," I screamed, no longer caring whom, if anyone heard. He pushed back, and demanded my cum, wanted to feel it drench his insides. I kept a slow thrust going as volley after volley of cum shot out of my cock. I held myself inside until I felt him pull off my dick.
I wanted his cum down my throat, so I fell to the floor, and begged for it. He shoved his cock through the hole, and within the first couple of deep throats on my part, I was rewarded with thick, warm, salty cum. I held his cock into my mouth so that I could swallow of this hot man's jizm. I wanted to feel that cock jerk inside my throat as he fed me. He slowly withdrew, and as I leaned back to rest, I looked down at his feet. Oh my god! I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The shorts, the tennis shoes, were...my father's. I had just fucked my own Dad. Holy Shit!
My mind reeled with the possibility, until I heard him speak. "Thanks Sport, that was the best fuck I have had in a long time, but I need to run home". I hadn't noticed before, but his voice was familiar, and now I know why. I lay back in the stall, exhausted, thrilled, amazed, and totally turned on by the events. I didn't know how I was going to face my Dad after this, but maybe there was an upside to this. After he left the building I slowly got dressed. I walked to my car wondering if he knew it was I behind that partition or did he call every one Sport?