TRUCKER FUCKER

Bobby Starr

 

 

 

 

 

 

I decided to check out the truck stop toilets before heading off to work. I didn’t want to miss out on any action. As I walked in the bathroom, I damn near bumped into this Mexican bear trucker who sucked me off the day before. Now I knew what he looked like. I could put a face with that talented mouth. He was cute enough. Razor bumps caked his face. I took one of the more infamous stalls with the glory hole in the wall. I hadn’t gotten my jeans down good before I heard the door being pushed open. It was the Mexican dude. He had done a complete 180 back to the toilets. I was ecstatic about getting my dick sucked. He’s got a mouth like a vacuum. I was free-balling under my jeans, with a sweaty ass-crack in the June heat. The trucker took the stall next to me, to the right. The one men use if they’re only into giving head. The bulky tissue dispenser constricted all efforts in having a dick shoved through from the Mexican guy’s side. I looked at him through the hole as I jacked off. The trucker was wearing purple boxer-briefs and a muscle shirt pulled up over his chest. He was hung like a donkey, with a fat, uncut dick between his thighs. The skinny ones usually have big dicks. He licked his lips, looking back at me through the glory hole. I got up off my toilet and shoved my dick through the glory hole. His mouth felt wet and warm. He was really going to work on my dick until we were interrupted. I swiftly pulled out of the glory hole and sat back on my toilet. I hoped I wasn’t spotted. Whoever entered took the vacant stall on the left side of me. He stuck a note under the partition that read: Who’s that next to you?

I gathered who it was: this guy named Jonathan, a regular in the bathrooms. He would usually come in to cruise during the later part of the day.

This guy who’s about to blow me, I wrote back. I shoved the tissue and the pen back beneath the wall. I stuck my dick back through the glory hole. The trucker resumed his blow-job work. The Mexican guy applied the right amount of pressure and knew how to deep throat. I spoke dirty to him. “Suck that dick,” I said. I talk that way with every guy I get with. I held my shirt up over my belly. Jonathan couldn’t stand that I was having all the fun. He didn’t like the idea that someone else had beat him to my dick, so he exited the stall next to me and took the one on the other side of the Mexican. I didn’t care. I was getting good head. Had Jonathan got there earlier, he could have been where the Mexican guy was. I could hear Jonathan on the other side rustling around.

I retracted my dick out of the hole. I wanted to see what the trucker was up to. I stood on my toilet and looked over the divider. Jonathan was stuffed under the partition, on his back with his mouth stuffed with trucker dick. The trucker leaned back into the pipes to give me a show. They didn’t mind. We were all suckers of dicks in the toilets. Jonathan wouldn’t have been able to recover fast enough if a cop walked in. Jonathan got up off the floor and exited out of his stall. The Mexican guy opened his door to him. He didn’t hesitate to take Jonathan’s dick in his mouth. He was naked from the waist down. It looked to be a good eight inches curling up like a banana. Sweat trickled from Jonathan’s face as he skull-fucked the trucker. My dick grew as I watched over the edge of the divider.

Jonathan came quickly in his mouth. The Mexican trucker spat him out into a corner of his stall. Jonathan tucked his spit-soaked dick back into his jeans and left. It was my turn. I wanted more of that Mexican man’s mouth. I rammed my dick into his mouth. It took a while to get me, but he wouldn’t let up. Sweat poured. Was he trying to break a record of who could give the longest blow job ever?

“Suck it, suck it, suck it!” I chanted.

Damn he could suck a dick. He was working me, keeping up with my aggressive thrusts. My balls banged against the stall wall. My ass was wet with sweat. I thought of calling it quits, but I wasn’t going to give up that easily. I went back for more and he was more than willing. His mouth was the dreamiest.

“C’mon, suck it, suck it!” My jeans dropped around my ass.

“Make me come.” He was like this machine that wouldn’t stop. He sucked the sensitive, thick head.

“Yeah, that’s good,” I said. I smothered him harder into my musky middle. “Let’s get out of here. It’s too risky,” he whispered.

When I heard the rustling of the trucker’s clothes, I also started to get dressed. He flushed his toilet and exited out of the rest-stop shitter. I didn’t bother to flush ’cause I hadn’t needed to piss or shit. The sunlight burned my eyes as I walked out into the lot of the truck stop. I put my hand over my eyes like a visor in order to make him out. I could tell by the boots. They were the same shit-kickers that he tapped on the floor for my attention. I walked in his direction. He looked a sight damn better than most of the truckers I played with. His bubble-butt was tight under dirty jeans. He had black, feathered hair and both arms were covered with tattoos. As he walked sandwiched between two rigs that towered over him, he noticed that he was being followed. Once I got to the rig, I looked for him and thought I lost him, but there he was, standing in front of one of the trucks lighting a cigarette. He had blue-collar hands, with black grit beneath his nails. His handlebar moustache was thick with strands of white peppered in with hair of natural-born black. His eyes were so bloodshot I couldn’t make out their true color.

“What’s up?” I said.

“How you doin’?” he replied, exhaling a thick body of smoke.

“Do you know of a place we could go?” I asked, getting to the point.

“How about here?”

“Here? It’s too dangerous. What if somebody sees us?”

“No, I mean, here, my rig.”

“What if cops ride up?” I asked.

“They know what goes on here, but they don’t fuck with us.”

I didn’t know of a place to go anyway—not that late.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

I never get around to introducing myself to these guys when they’re too busy going for my dick.

“Malik,” I said.

“Name’s Jorge.”

I didn’t care what his name was but figured I needed to know it in case I wanted to shout it out later.

I accompanied him to the driver’s side of his rig. He pulled the door ajar.

“After you,” he said.

“You might need to help me up. I’ve never been inside one of these things before.”

I lifted up, pulling myself in. I felt Jorge’s hand on my ass, pushing the rest of me inside the truck. He had no problem getting in. It was like he had jumped in and out of the thing a hundred times over. Jorge shut the door behind us and locked it. I usually don’t get into trucks with strange dudes, and Jorge looked rough as hell, but he was worth the risk. His rig reeked of stinking feet. I could barely see. I stumbled on something that was hanging in the back of the rig.

“You okay?” Jorge asked.

“What is this?”

Only the lot lights from outside lit our way. The scene was quite seedy and dirty. Jorge made the first move. He veered in and pressed his lips to mine. His moustache pricked my lips. Our tongues toyed as we pushed them in each other’s mouths. I tore at his clothes and he at mine until we were both shirtless. He had a hairy chest and belly: a real man. We fingered each other’s clasps and zippers until our asses were exposed and our hard dicks were free and I was looking at that fat and uncut one of his again. His fingers were a dream on my dick. Jorge played with my balls. He pushed me against the wall and pulled off my jeans. He dropped to his knees. I watched as he took my dick. He felt warm and wet on me.

“Suck my fucking dick,” I said, as I played with his ears.

He uncorked me from his mouth and began kissing along my belly, working his way up my chest until his lips touched mine again. It was my turn. I hadn’t had the chance to suck him off back in the bathroom. Jorge waved his Latin foreskin in my face until I opened my mouth to his thick piece. He held on to my head for leverage as he fucked my mouth. Slobber drooled down my chin as Jorge had his way with me. I held the cheeks of his ass and pressed him hard into me, forcing his dick to slide deeper down my throat.

“I can’t wait to get this up your ass, man,” he said. “Sit in the swing.”

With the taste of his dick on my tongue, I worked myself into the contraption of leather straps and chains. Jorge bound my wrists and ankles into the restraints. My hole was at his mercy. He could shove anything up in me and there wasn’t a damn thing I could’ve done about it. Jorge massaged his dick with filthy fingers. I felt the tip of it at the start of my asshole. He gripped my thighs and was about to enter me when he noticed movement through the window of the driver’s-side door. I couldn’t move due to my binds. There was a knock.

“Keep quiet,” said Jorge.

“Let me out of this thing.”

“Shut up,” he said.

I struggled to free myself, but Jorge made sure I was tied in tightly. He opened the door to the knock and said, “What the hell took you so long?”

Who was he talking to? What was going on? I panicked realizing that Jorge knew whoever it was that wanted in. He stood away from the door and allowed the stranger to climb inside the rig. It was another trucker, one I hadn’t seen before. I couldn’t see much of his face ’cause of the shades that covered his eyes. He stumbled in, staring in the direction of my hindered, naked body. A tail of dirty brown hair hung down his back. He was husky with a body tightly packed into a flannel shirt and jeans.

“We were about to start without you,” said Jorge, crouching down behind the stranger. The guy looked to me as if I was some biology experiment waiting to be dissected.

“I told you never to start without me,” he said.

“What’s going on? Who’s he?” I asked Jorge.

“This here’s my buddy, Big Rick. He loves black ass,” Jorge said.

Before I could get another word out, Jorge shoved his finger hard up my ass. I groaned at his applied pressure.

“Let’s get this shit started,” said Big Rick with a dirty-sounding Southern accent.

He unzipped his jeans and fished his dick out of his white cotton underwear. I could see why they called him Big Rick. I was scared at the thought of something that huge going up my ass. There was no lubricant within reach, so Big Rick spat in his hand and slathered his dick with the stuff while Jorge stretched my hole for this brute’s grand entrance. Big Rick held me as he maneuvered inch after meaty inch of dick up my butt until all of him was planted inside me. As he fucked me, Jorge stood at the other end, running his cock across my lips. I opened wide. Jorge plugged my mouth with hung, hard, sweaty Mexican dick. I sucked him as Big Rick rode me. Damn near every orifice of my body was stuffed with redneck and Mexican trucker dick. Big Rick pulled out in his need to apply more spit, knowing my hole was growing parched, but within seconds, he had corked my ass again with his nasty pole.

My eyes watered as I attempted to take as much of Jorge’s dick as humanly possible into my mouth, which was quite a lot given the history I have. I can’t help myself. I love men and I love sucking big dicks. The musky scent from Jorge’s ass and balls filled me up as he face-fucked me.

“Gimme that black ass,” grunted Big Rick.

“How is it?” Jorge queried.

“Perfect fucking fit,” he replied. “You wanna switch?”

“Fuck yeah, I’ve been dying to get in his hole,” he said.

Big Rick unplugged his dick from my booty while Jorge slid his out of my mouth. My muscles relaxed a bit between the switch, but it wasn’t long before both ends of me were crammed again. It was a fantasy brought to life to be fucked from both ends by two hot trucker types.

“You picked a good one this time. He’s got a sweet fucking mouth,” said Big Rick.

Jorge was fucking my ass hard, each thrust faster than the last. His moaning turned into yelling. As far as I was concerned, he could have fucked my hot, chocolate hole for hours on end. I held on to the sling’s chains as Big Rick took it out on my mouth. My full lips hugged his boner tightly as he pushed in and drew out.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Big Rick hollered.

I braced myself as he filled me with cum. His juice slid warm down my throat.

“Eat my spunk, cum slut.”

I licked the head of his dick clean. He walked around to where Jorge was fucking me.

“Stretch his fucking hole,” said Big Rick. That turned me on even more. “Fuck that black ass.”

Jorge warned that he was about to shoot his shit.

“Shoot your fucking load up his ass.” I felt him ease his dick out of me. He moaned louder as he spurted thick streams on my belly, dick and balls. The rig smelled of trucker sweat and ass. The two of them got dressed, leaving me tied and soiled with cum. Big Rick’s jizz left a bitter aftertaste at the back of my throat.

“You going to the Riverfront tonight?” asked Big Rick.

“Yeah, soon as I’m done with him,” Jorge told him.

“See ya next time,” Big Rick said, patting me on my ass. I looked on as he climbed out of Jorge’s rig. Jorge undid the straps from my wrists and ankles then held me as he let the rest of me out of the sling.

“Get dressed. I need a beer,” he said.

After I was fully clothed, we climbed out of rig and talked in the lot. He forked something out of the back pocket of his jeans. It was a business card.

“I’m usually in Tallahassee every other week. Give me a call,” he said, pushing the card into the breast pocket of my shirt. My ass was sore; my jaws ached for relief as I watched him haul off onto the busy freeway.