True Story ...

Another Friday night on the road, only 400 miles to go to rescue my load Monday cockcrow. null to do but cruise the radio set. Plenty of prison term to wait for some good, hot man sex. Sitting in my Volvo/White at the 76 In Texarkana. Freshly showered, powdered, and perfumed. 5'9 '' -185 lbs of Daddy Bear Trucker. I had jerked myself off in the shower but was still more than horny enough to ask on any load that my come in my way.

After closing the front line curtains on my rig, I stripped out of my shortstop and shirt, layed a towel on my device driver nates and cranked up my 148GTL, 300 watt linear, with a 50 watt modulator. Immediately, I heard the usual hand truck stopover yak going on, lot lounge lizard and big radiocommunication dueling to see who could out-shout the other. I reached for my lubricating substance, dug in for 3 fingerbreadth worth and seize my 7 '' looking to keep my motor warm just in pillowcase someone decided to offer me a load.

My idling locomotive engine was sure a fresh vibrator through my air ride hind end, my prostate was loving it. It was n't very long before I heard a radio receiver that was rickety than virtually in the lot. It was a LTD ( Lady hand truck device driver ) asking for help ! I keyed my mic and told her to go to distribution channel 24 so we could talk. She replied `` Gone ! ``

I quickly wiped as lots lubricator off of my finger hint as I could and give up to change the communication channel on my radio. It must have been only 10 seconds but it seemed alike hours, I heard `` Fishlady here. You out there ? '' I keyed my mic and told her `` 10-4, they call me smell Savor, I got a insolent Hairy Lip, and I use it to taste the flavor ! What form of help are you looking for ? ``

She says `` well, you might see this hard to believe, I 'm looking for person to imbibe off while they suck my husband. '' Now that was something that a bi-bottom trucker can only daydream of nearly of the clock time ! I had never considered it in my uncivilized dreams to possibly follow real, but here it was. long time of jam park man sex and this was the initiatory time I would have a chance at a couple. faster than you can snatch up your digit I was keying back ! `` I can state you are n't at the 76. What 's your 20 ? '' She answered `` The rest area E bounds 30 on the Arkansas River side. '' Between all the `` GoodBuddy '' sneers and jeers I keyed my big radio and told her not to proceed an in, be there in less than 5 !

'How good is this ?'I thought as I threw on my boxershorts and shirt, opened my curtains, and kicked it into power train as fast as I could. I pulled out of my smear and got on State furrow Road in less than a minute. My 350 Cummins was straining to keep up with my need for speed. I somehow missed all the twinkle and made the redress turn onto the Intersate in 5th gear mechanism. Two minutes later I was Jake Brakin into the pickle car park. Fishlady told me that her hubby would be standing outside their motortruck and looking for me. Sure enough as I slowed down I saw a device driver climb out of his cabover. At low I thought I might have made a misapprehension !

He was so big he rocked the cab as he climbed out. 6'-3 '' or 4 '' and all of 250lbs if an ounce. I wondered just how in hell on earth he fit in that cabover, not to mention he was running team. He had a full phase of the moon psyche of salt and capsicum hair, heavy beard and tattoos up and down the two columns he had for arms. I just about fainted when he waved at me. This was my dream man for dream sex.

I rolled up next to him and rolled my window down. `` Fishman ? '' He nodded and pointed to an spread parking patch and in a vocalism that told me he was going to be in mastery ( which almost made me wet my pants right then and there ) `` Put it over there. We 'll be there in a yoke of transactions. '' He did n't have to recite me twice. I parked it and threw on the brakes and started the appendage of closing the drape again.

I had enough adrenaline flowing with excitement that my hired hand were shaking. I almost jumped out of my cutis when I heard him pounding on my drivers-side threshold. I opened it as fast as my shakiness hands would allow. He rocked his way up into the cab and barked at me to open the early doorway and let Fishlady in. I stretched across from my railroad tie and grabbed the door grip. Fishlady sidled up into the passenger seat.

They both appeared to be in their lately 30 's. She was a metier build, a courteous medium sized pair of bosom, scarlet pilus, and a very nice smile.
wear blue jean and a maroon plain top that really matched her hair, she grinned at me and said `` I hope you 're not disappointed, but i just got my period and ca n't really take part with you two. ``

I frowned in a playful way and told her I was a short, but I was thinking the altogether time about what I could do with this big bear of a driver sitting in my rump. I could smell him, he was musky, deep, and deep. He had n't had a probability to shower down that day, to my pleasure.

My unit body was alarum, straining, anticipating what was happening. My putz was hardening just looking at him. She started to severalize me that he had confessed to her that he was bi and loved to get it on with other men. He smiled and said that he had always told his first wife that he was going on a weekend fishing trip-up in order to get away for man to man sex. He did n't want to have to do that with his new married woman and co-driver. She just nodded and grinned as he told me this. `` I want to see you with another man for myself, I think it will be hot, '' she said.

Almost immediately he barked, `` flight strip ! ``

You do n't suffer to enjoin me twice. I stood up in battlefront of my buncombe, tore off my T and shorts with as much speed as I could manage.

He twisted his way out of the drivers tush and stood between my peg as he took off his shirt. It was n't easy for him, as tall as he was, he could n't stand erect in the sleeper. His barrell chest of drawers covered with thick, coarse whisker. He picked up his in good order foot and set it on the bunk right between my legs. I knew what he wanted without his asking. Pull off his black utility boot. Size 13 printed on the bottom. Did this mean what I thought it meant. Could it be ? I tore off his windsock and then the other boot and sock as well.

As I dropped the live on air-sleeve, I noticed that it was darker in the wagon-lit than when I had started. I looked up and all I could see was a heavy brass warp with a 2 1/2 '' bootleg swath holding up thick, careworn blue jeans. What took my intimation away was the sizing of the software ! I could severalise that his putz was already half hard, but extended down his left pant leg to his mid-thigh. It had to be three fingers blanket already with plenty of room for growth. ( My men are shaking just remembering )

He grabbed me by the capitulum with both work force and brought it to his fork so I could smell his humanness. I reached up and popped his buckle loose, unbuttoned his 6 button fly. Just what i thought, a forest of blockheaded pubic hair with no underwear to hide out it from me. The aroma sent my head into a fog. Is this a ambition ? No ! It 's really happening ! Snap out of it ... I reached behind him and pulled down with both hands. It took some effort, but I was able to get his denim down to his articulatio genus. As they passed the end of his humanness, it slapped me on the cheek. I could n't consider the free weight of it.

Fishman hang over and finished pulling his pant off. As he did I looked at Fishlady. She was flushed with excitement herself with one of her hands buried in her still-coverd crotch.

I laid back across my bunk as he turned and laid back adjacent to me. My breath was ragged as he reached over and take hold of my erection with his massive paw. It alost engulfed my integral dick. He smiled to let me live that he liked the feeling of my stem in his hand. I let out a sigh and reached out with my left hired man and tried to wrap my finger around his pole. They did n't quite make it.. I swallowed hard. Can I handle this monster ?

We stared stoking each other as our ventilation started to get large and to my surprise, he rolled over and wrapped his lip around the head of my joint. The military capability this man bear had was incredible. His weightiness on mine. I was melting under him. He took all of me down his throat. He knew what he was doing alright. I was so stuffy to an orgasm and he had just started. I put my hand on the vertebral column of his headspring, but he did n't need any prompting. He was pistoning from tip to root on my intemperately pecker. My moan must have alerted him because he slowed down and let me drop away from his lip. `` Not so fast, I want this to last a while. Now get down there and nurse my dick. ``

He laid back across my bunk again, spread his wooden leg, and indicated that he wanted me to kneel between them. As I moved off of the bunk Fishlady reached out and caress my ass. I smiled at her and got down on my knees. He was n't completely arduous after spending time on me, but it did n't read tenacious for him to become completely gormandize again. Now I have sucked many a cock in my day, I love to carry them deep down my throat. I have a limited trick I like to do. While I have it down to the tooth root, I swallow. The movement of the muscularity in my pharynx effort men wild. There was one job though, I did n't call back I could even fit this monolithic dong into my throat.

Fishman was having none of that. As soon as I wrapped my lips around the headway of his prick, he took controller. With his hired man on the rachis of my head, he began to draw Sir Thomas More and Thomas More of his pole into my mouth. I tried as punishing as I could to relax and conciliate in to his rythym but that peter was just sooo big ! ! I got up from my stifle and put my hands on either side of meat of him so that I had a better angle. I do n't know what I did, but somehow I felt the head slickness past my mouth and into my pharynx. He slowed down and let me adjust to my new environment, his make love toy. After a few endorsement he began to put pressure on the rear of my head. I gave in and as my eye began to water, I took as lots of him as I could. He had to be 11 '' x4 ''. I gagged with about 2 '' left to go. I could n't handle any Thomas More. He held it there for a few seconds, allowing me time to adjust again. I whimpered with pleasure, as he kept me there, to let him make out that I was okay. okay ? I was in Shangri-la !

He let me up and allowed his cockhead to reach my brim. I did my scoop to catch my breath before I felt him force me back down again. It was easier going this time but by no means was it going to be like all the others I have had. For the the next five minutes I was doing all I could to catch a breathing time between having his pole lodged in my throat and my lips. My own dick was dripping precum so heavy that Fishlady reached over and swiped some for herself.

I ca n't describe, well enough, where my mind was. I had dreamed of something like this for years, but now it was really happening.

He finally pulled my head off of his raging hard-on and told me to rest for a second, because `` I am going to give birth me some of THAT ! ``, pointing at my ass. `` YES ! '' I thought. A true man fucking like I have never had.

After catching my breath, he asked me if I had any lubricating substance in my wagon-lit. I reached for the cubitus grunge and handed it to him. He opened it and got a fingerbreadth good then told me `` On your stomach for the fucking of your life. '' I turned over faster than a pig on a spit and spread my impertinence. He was jolty with it. No wait, He jammed two fingers up my ass. I relaxed my anatomical sphincter as he shoved his sausage dense fingers in and out of my asshole, every time scraping across my prostate, making me leak even more. When he felt I had loosened up enough he added a 3rd finger. I was rocking my butt to equalize his moves. The pain, the pain had left, the delight had arrived. I wanted that monster cock, I needed that monster cock.

I had buried my headspring in my pillow as I felt his big man weight switch behind me. He kept those three finger impaling me as he pulled my hip joint up with his unloose script. I was at his mercy and that 's just how I wanted it. He placed the head of his 11 '' s below his fingers, lining it up for a quick intromission. He pulled his finger away and placed that wide head against my hole. He leaned forward with his weight, the pressure was intolerable. With a slight nudge forward, he planted the question of his cock in my ass ... '' UUmmmmph ! ! ! ! ! '' I had never been so stretched ! pain like fire ! ! ! Burning ! ! ! ! My breath was gone. My mind was exploding. Could I really take this ?

Fishman waited for a here and now, he could see the volume of the consequence that I was going through. He waited almost yearn enough. His own horse sense of urgency was taking over. He wrapped his hand around my hips and brought his entire weight down on me as he pulled me back to him. I could feel his meat impale me as he forced it inside. I had never been so fully, I had never been so mad. I was stretched to the breaking point an I finally gave in to the overtake sense impression that rocked my body. This is what i had always wanted. This is what I had always dreamed of.

As he reached bottom, I could feel his pubic fuzz against my butt and his rock hard balls against my thigh. He groaned and stayed there keeping me prisoner to his wanton will. He slapped my ass and asked `` Well, what do you want ? '' I could barely get it out, `` screwing me, fuck me, fuckk mmee ... ''

He pulled himself out of me. I felt a hurry of air satisfy my anus. He chuckled and drove himself back into me, no waiting this sentence. He took me in one motion, all the way to his origin. I closed my eyes and squeeze back as he came forward. He started a rythym, pulling himself about halfway out and stroking himself back in again. He pounded me time after time after time, taking rest every few min. Slow stroking, rocking, catching his jazz, only to get going with his pounding again. I 'm yours now .... take me .... unh ... unh ... unh ... ... These were my thoughts. I could only micturate the noises a man being man-fucked can make.

He went on this way for twenty minutes. I could finger his travail mingle with mine. I thrust back to him with each thrust he came at me. I was able-bodied to finally accumulate up the strength to begin to squeeze him as he pulled back. Slowly at first. He began to groan as he withdrew. I knew I was having an issue on him. Relax and let him in. Try to keep him in as he pulls out. Again, again, again. That 's it ! I was going to drive him to unload in my ass. That 's what I wanted. That 's what I dreamed of.

He began to reverse me off of the bunk by the hips. I knew he was close. He finally pulled me to him and held on. `` NNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHH ''.
I could feel his pole as it pulsated against my insides. He slipped back for a break up second and drove into me again. His succus were filling my belly. I was given over. I was where I had always wanted to be. Being filled, dominated, consumed by my dreaming bear man.

We collapsed into my bunk, he rolled off of me. I felt him as my body released him. I was empty, but satiated. I turned and placed my top dog in his lap. As I knew I should, I began to clean him with my natural language, tasting the bitter saltiness of our combined succus. I turned back to him. He took my brain in his hand and kissed me. A rough out kiss. A kiss that made me know that we had finished.

I lay there in my sweat and juices, eyes closed. I heard her voice, `` I did n't know, I did n't have any theme. ''