Trucking Up the Country in my 26 Foot Rental by dwolf5
Standard Disclaimer: All stuff is fictional. I wish it weren't, but it is. If you are less than 18 -- just wait until you turn 18 to read this stuff. Fill in the rest of the blanks.
Constructive comments are welcome.
Part I:
Navigation note: For those horny bastards who just want to read the sex, skip the first five paragraphs.
Moving is a bitch. I have moved many a time during my life. Having both my bachelor's and masters degrees means that I moved nearly every damn year. Out of college I thought that my moving days were nearly over. I was so wrong.
First I took leave of my senses and moved from New York to Arkansas for another job. Arkansas is nice and all, with their long warm seasons. It is quite nice to see a good old boy working in the yard with his top off. Watching the sweat glistening off his built back. Seeing it drip to his firm round ass cheeks that you just want to smack. It only gets better when he turns around to show his nicely defined abs. There is a hint of a six-pack. Moving up his body, his pecs are nice and firm. The nipples are pert. But there is little time to man-watch as I drive to work.
After two years and several near tornado/hurricane/hail/lightning/flooding/redneck death experiences, I decided to wise up and move to Indiana. Sure it isn't New York or California, but I enjoy being able to afford living in a space larger than one reserved for Bowser in the local kennel. So I packed up my stuff and went to the local truck rental place. Only to discover that they didn't have my reserved truck ready when I wanted it. Just a brief aside: I got to the rental agency early in order to load the truck before a strong to severe thunderstorm hit. Yes -- Arkansas was sending me off with a big middle-finger salute. Ok -- back from aside: I had a choice of waiting (2-3 hours) or taking one of the big mamma jamma 26 foot trucks. So -- I said give me the big truck -- and the insurance (knowing that the likelihood of me reaching my destination unscathed was oh -- 40%).
Fast forward: Pack up the truck. Miss the downpour and much thunder and lightning. Sleep. Wake. Eat. Start driving. Make my first curb check. Get on road.
Now something I had not known until now about these trucks, even though I had driven one before for short distances when I was younger, is that they will let you know about every damn bump in the road. Just to make sure you get the full experience, the truck even invents a few more bumps. Now most of the time, this motion just makes me want to pee more often. But as I was becoming used to the ups and downs, it started to get me horny. The passing "Adult Superstore" signs never hurt.
--Horny bastards can start here -- All others -- welcome to the sex section of the story --
I had always wanted to visit one of these and I figured that now was a good a time as any. By this point I felt like seeing where the truckers go to jerk off. I must say that I wasn't disappointed.
The store was surprisingly well-lit and had a good assortment of fake pussies, fake cocks, DVDs, even some VHS cassettes, and a viewing booth section. I decided to try the video booths.
Inside it was dark and there were different stalls where you could enter and slide the card in to view movies. There were some special booths where you could view the guy on the other side and one set of booths with a glory hole cut into it. I started with one of the "buddy booths". The opposite side was occupied (red-light), so I went to the other side (green-light) and went in closing the door. I slid my card in and changed channels until a gay porno came up (the clientèle was primarily straight -- so 90% of the stations were with women). Then I hit the buddy button (cute).
The opaque screen turned clear showing a hairy average guy with a hard 6" cut cock. He was jacking off to a woman getting fucked by a ripped dude. I watched as he slowly started moving his hand up and down the shaft of his penis. His balls hung low, slowly swaying as he kept up his rhythm.
My hands unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped the fly, and let them fall to the ground. By this point my underwear was slightly damp with precum from the truck ride. I quickly shucked them and started stroking my cock. It felt real good, especially around the tip. I could feel the pearls of precum come out of my cock.
He started watching me and stroked faster until he finally started to whine a little and shot several strands of cum on the ground. The divider immediately went opaque again. Not nearly finished I went to the room with the glory hole.
Once inside I looked through the peep hole to see another guy jerking off. He was slightly overweight, but had a nice thick cock. As before I undressed and started to jerk off. He put two fingers through the hole and I knelt down as he pushed his cock through the hole. I started to suck the tip of his cock, feeling it get more engorged. His cock started to give me sweet precum as he started to buck at the wall. Finally he pulled back and (I know against store policy) he came around into my room.
I knelt down and now could take his full cock in my mouth. I could taste his sweat and musk. His ass was a good place to put my hands to hold on as he fucked my mouth. My hands wandered up his hairy back and down again. I could feel him tense and release.
He changed the channel of the movie to see a woman getting fucked. Then he started to really fuck my face. I felt up his hairy chest and could tell that he was ready to cum. Suddenly I felt spurt after spurt of warm cum fill my throat. After he pulled out, still dripping cum, I spit out what he deposited onto the floor.
The guy silently left and I picked up my belongings, because I had to go too. My release would have to wait.
Part II (and I promise less lead up) to come.