true Story ...

Another Friday Night on the road, only 400 miles to go to deliver my load Mon morning. nada to do but cruise the radio. mass of clip 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 pop Bear Trucker. I had jerked myself off in the rain shower but was still more than horny adequate to take on any load that my make out my way.

After closing the front curtains on my rig, I stripped out of my trunks and shirt, layed a towel on my number one wood rump and cranked up my 148GTL, 300 James Watt linear, with a 50 watt modulator. Immediately, I heard the usual hand truck hold on chatter going on, lot lounge lizard and big radios dueling to see who could out-shout the other. I reached for my lubricant, dug in for 3 fingers worth and grabbed my 7 '' looking to hold back my motor warm just in causa someone decided to provide me a load.

My idling engine was trusted a sweet vibrator through my air ride keister, my prostate gland was loving it. It was n't very long before I heard a radio that was rickety than most in the lot. It was a LTD ( ma'am Truck device driver ) asking for help ! I keyed my mic and told her to go to Channel 24 so we could talk. She replied `` Gone ! ``

I quickly wiped as much lubricant off of my finger's breadth gratuity as I could and progress to up to modify the transmission channel on my radio. It must have been only 10 irregular but it seemed like hours, I heard `` Fishlady here. You out there ? '' I keyed my mic and told her `` 10-4, they call me nip Savor, I got a bald-faced Hairy Lip, and I use it to savor the flavor ! What form of help are you looking for ? ``

She says `` Well, you might find this severe to believe, I 'm looking for someone to wet-nurse off while they suck my married man. '' Now that was something that a bi-bottom teamster can only dream of most of the sentence ! I had never considered it in my wildest dreams to possibly come material, but here it was. Years of jam commons man sex and this was the first of all time I would hold a chance at a distich. dissolute than you can crack your digit I was keying back ! `` I can assure you are n't at the 76. What 's your 20 ? '' She answered `` The rest area Orient bounds 30 on the Arkansas side. '' Between all the `` GoodBuddy '' sneers and jeer I keyed my big receiving set and told her not to move an inch, be there in less than 5 !

'How near is this ?'I thought as I threw on my short and shirt, opened my curtains, and kicked it into train as fasting as I could. I pulled out of my spot and got on State assembly line Road in less than a arcminute. My 350 Cummins was straining to save up with my need for speed. I somehow missed all the Christ Within and made the right turn onto the Intersate in 5th gear mechanism. Two minute later I was Jake Brakin into the kettle of fish parking lot. Fishlady told me that her hubby would be standing outside their hand truck and looking for me. Sure enough as I slowed down I saw a driver climbing out of his cabover. At number 1 I thought I might have made a mistake !

He was so big he rocked the cab as he climbed out. 6'-3 '' or 4 '' and all of 250lbs if an troy ounce. I wondered just how in hell he fit in that cabover, not to advert he was running team. He had a full-of-the-moon head of salt and white pepper haircloth, overweight face fungus and tattoos up and down the two columns he had for weapon system. I just about fainted when he waved at me. This was my dream man for ambition sex.

I rolled up next to him and rolled my window down. `` Fishman ? '' He nodded and pointed to an receptive parking stain and in a interpreter that told me he was going to be in dictation ( which almost made me wet my trouser right then and there ) `` Put it over there. We 'll be there in a couple of minutes. '' He did n't throw to tell me twice. I parked it and threw on the brakes and started the process of closing the curtains again.

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

They both appeared to be in their late 30 's. She was a culture medium build, a squeamish medium sized twain of bosom, reddish hair, and a very nice smile.
Wearing naughty dungaree and a maroon knit 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 piffling, but I was thinking the whole time about what I could do with this big bear of a device driver sitting in my seat. I could smack him, he was musky, mysterious, and rich. He had n't had a chance to shower that day, to my pleasure.

My unscathed organic structure was rattling, straining, anticipating what was happening. My putz was hardening just looking at him. She started to tell 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 misstep in monastic order to get away for man to man sex. He did n't require to sustain to do that with his new wife 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, `` Strip ! ``

You do n't have got to tell me twice. I stood up in front man of my bunk, tore off my T and short with as a good deal upper as I could manage.

He twisted his way out of the drivers place and stood between my legs as he took off his shirt. It was n't easy for him, as tall as he was, he could n't suffer erect in the crosstie. His barrell chest covered with thick, coarse hair. 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 iron heel. Size 13 printed on the behind. Did this mean what I thought it meant. Could it be ? I tore off his sock and then the other boot and sock as well.

As I dropped the death sock, I noticed that it was darker in the railroad tie than when I had started. I looked up and all I could see was a heavy organization buckle with a 2 1/2 '' black belt ammunition holding up thick, worn grim jeans. What took my breath away was the size of the software ! I could tell that his hawkshaw was already one-half hard, but extended down his left hand trouser leg to his mid-thigh. It had to be three fingers wide already with plenteousness of room for outgrowth. ( My bridge player are shaking just remembering )

He grabbed me by the head with both hands and brought it to his crotch so I could smell his manhood. I reached up and popped his buckle loose, unbuttoned his 6 button fly. Just what i thought, a forest of thick pubic hair's-breadth with no underclothing to hide it from me. The odour sent my nous into a fog. Is this a dream ? No ! It 's really happening ! centering out of it ... I reached behind him and pulled down with both hands. It took some effort, but I was able to get his jeans down to his knee. As they passed the end of his humanness, it slapped me on the cheek. I could n't believe the exercising weight of it.

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

I laid back across my bunkum as he turned and laid back next to me. My breath was ragged as he reached over and grabbed my hard-on with his monumental paw. It alost engulfed my full cocksucker. He smiled to let me know that he liked the feeling of my shank in his helping hand. I let out a sigh and reached out with my go away bridge player and tried to wrap my fingers around his perch. They did n't quite ca-ca it.. I swallowed hard. Can I handle this monster ?

We stared stoking each early as our ventilation started to get heavier and to my surprisal, he rolled over and wrapped his oral cavity around the head of my junction. The strength this man bear had was incredible. His weight 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 close to an orgasm and he had just started. I put my hand on the back of his forefront, but he did n't need any prompt. He was pistoning from tip to rout on my surd hawkshaw. My groans must have alerted him because he slowed down and let me slip from his backtalk. `` Not so fast, I want this to close a while. Now get down there and suck my dick. ``

He laid back across my bunk again, spread his legs, and indicated that he wanted me to kneel between them. As I moved off of the feed bunk Fishlady reached out and caressed my ass. I smiled at her and got down on my articulatio genus. He was n't completely hard after spending clock time on me, but it did n't get long for him to turn completely ingurgitate again. Now I have sucked many a peter in my day, I love to contain them deep down my throat. I have a limited trick I like to do. While I have it down to the ascendant, I swallow. The apparent movement of the muscles in my throat drives men wild. There was one problem though, I did n't think I could even fit this massive dong into my throat.

Fishman was having none of that. As soon as I wrapped my back talk around the head of his prick, he took restraint. With his hands on the binding of my point, he began to force More and more of his pole into my mouth. I tried as hard as I could to slack up and settle in to his rythym but that cock was just sooo big ! ! I got up from my knees and put my paw on either English of him so that I had a honorable angle. I do n't make love what I did, but somehow I felt the head slip of paper past my mouth and into my pharynx. He slowed down and let me adapt to my new environment, his be intimate toy. After a few seconds he began to put pressure on the back of my head. I gave in and as my eyes began to H2O, I took as a lot 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 more than. He held it there for a few arcsecond, allowing me time to adjust again. I whimpered with pleasure, as he kept me there, to let him be intimate that I was okay. okey ? I was in heaven !

He let me up and allowed his cockhead to reach my lips. I did my beneficial to capture 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 instant I was doing all I could to trip up a breath between having his Pole lodged in my throat and my lips. My own dick was dripping precum so expectant that Fishlady reached over and swiped some for herself.

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

He finally pulled my head word off of his raging hard-on and told me to rest for a hour, because `` I am going to have 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 lube in my sleeper. I reached for the cubital joint dirt and handed it to him. He opened it and got a finger full then told me `` On your tum for the fucking of your life. '' I turned over debauched than a pig on a spittle and spread my brass. He was approximative with it. No waiting, He jammed two fingers up my ass. I relaxed my sphincter as he shoved his sausage thick digit in and out of my asshole, every clock time scraping across my prostate, making me leak out even more. When he felt I had loosened up enough he added a third finger. I was rocking my butt joint to gibe his moves. The pain, the annoyance had left, the pleasance had arrived. I wanted that monster cock, I needed that monster cock.

I had buried my heading in my pillow as I felt his big man weight shift behind me. He kept those three fingers impaling me as he pulled my articulatio coxae up with his free hand. I was at his mercifulness and that 's just how I wanted it. He placed the head of his 11 '' s below his fingerbreadth, lining it up for a quick insertion. He pulled his fingers away and placed that encompassing head against my hole. He leaned forward with his free weight, the pressure was unbearable. With a slight nudge forward, he planted the heading of his cock in my ass ... '' UUmmmmph ! ! ! ! ! '' I had never been so stretched ! Pain like fire ! ! ! Burning ! ! ! ! My intimation was gone. My judgement was exploding. Could I really demand this ?

Fishman waited for a moment, he could see the intensity of the moment that I was going through. He waited almost prospicient enough. His own sense of urgency was taking over. He wrapped his mitt around my hips and brought his full free 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 full, I had never been so delirious. I was stretched to the breaking point an I finally gave in to the overwhelming champion that rocked my trunk. This is what i had always wanted. This is what I had always dreamed of.

As he reached bottom, I could feel his pubic pilus against my hindquarters and his rock hard ball against my thighs. He groaned and stayed there keeping me enwrapped to his wanton will. He slapped my ass and asked `` Well, what do you need ? '' I could barely get it out, `` Fuck me, fuck me, fuckk mmee ... ''

He pulled himself out of me. I felt a haste of air satisfy my anus. He chuckled and drove himself back into me, no waiting this time. He took me in one motion, all the way to his antecedent. I closed my eyes and thrust 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 clip, taking ease every few transactions. Slow stroke, rocking, catching his wind, only to start with his pounding again. I 'm yours now .... Take me .... unh ... unh ... unh ... ... These were my opinion. I could only puddle the noises a man being man-fucked can make.

He went on this way for XX minutes. I could palpate his sweat mingle with mine. I thrust back to him with each thrust he came at me. I was able to finally cumulate up the force to get down to squeeze him as he pulled back. Slowly at first. He began to moan as he withdrew. I knew I was having an effect 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 impel him to set down in my ass. That 's what I wanted. That 's what I dreamed of.

He began to reverse me off of the nonsensicality 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 interior. He slipped back for a rive second and drove into me again. His juices were filling my belly. I was given over. I was where I had always wanted to be. beingness filled, dominated, consumed by my aspiration bear man.

We collapsed into my bunk, he rolled off of me. I felt him as my physical structure released him. I was abandon, but satiated. I turned and placed my oral sex in his lap. As I knew I should, I began to houseclean him with my tongue, tasting the bitter saltiness of our compound juice. I turned back to him. He took my head in his manus and kissed me. A rough kiss. A kiss that made me make love 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 melodic theme. ''