More Trucker Sex SeXStoRY

It was almost 4am. I had been sitting in this rest area on I-40 all night. I was horny when I arrived, and, now, even more so. Nothing had been going on, and I had decided to leave several times, but just as I started the pickup, another truck would pull in, and I would think, “This is it.” Each time I had been wrong. I decided that I would get out, smoke a cigarette, and, if nothing happened by the time I finished, I would hit the road. The rest area made a big circle; the ramp back to the interstate almost kissed the ramp off of it. I had parked near the on ramp, so I could see what was coming and going. I had only taken a couple of drags, when another big truck pulled off the interstate. I waited for the whoosh of the air brakes. When it didn’t come, I turned to watch the curve for head lights. Suddenly, the truck appeared with only the running lights. There was plenty of room in front of my pickup and on the opposite side of the road, but the truck chose to park behind me. This did not appear an easy task, as he would have to parallel park into a spot that barely accommodated his long nose Peterbilt and 52 foot trailer. I was surprised at how quickly he managed to put the rig where he wanted it. Finally, the whoosh of the air brakes. I stood there, cigarette in hand, watching, waiting, anticipating the trucker’s exit from the cab. It seemed like it took forever. At last, he climbed down from the cab and swaggered back between the rig and the trailer. By his stance, it appeared that he was taking a piss. When he finished, he stepped out and took a long, slow look around. I stood there, the remainder of the cigarette in my hand, willing this trucker to send me some kind of signal. I took another drag off of the cigarette, bringing the cherry down to the filter. I tossed the butt to the gravel and ground it out with my boot. It was late; it was time for me to admit that it was not going to happen tonight. Before I opened the door, I took another look at the trucker. While I was walking from the back of my pickup to the door, he had started sauntering towards me. Instead of opening the door, I leaned against the bed, resting my arm on the rail, waiting for him to come closer. He stopped at the rear of the pickup. In the still darkness, his voice seemed to boom, “Hey, boy, you out givin' blow jobs?” I swallowed hard and replied, “Well, that’s not exactly what I’m looking for, but I suppose I could.” “Come on back to the truck, I don’t want the whole place to see what’s goin' on.” As he turned and walked back to his truck, I followed. He crawled up into the cab, over the seat, and into the sl**per; still, I followed. As he pulled off his boots, he said, “I like to get naked; you can do the same, if you want.” Immediately, I started pulling off my clothes; it didn’t take me long. When I finished, he was pulling his t-shirt over his head, still clothed from the waist down. “Damn, boy, either you’re in a hurry or you want it pretty bad.” “A little of both. I’ve been up here since nine o’clock, and I haven’t had any luck.” “Well, your luck’s about to change.” With that, he pulled down his jeans and briefs in one motion. His semi-hard cock, curving slightly downward, pointed out in front of him over his low hanging balls. I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock into my mouth. I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me, forcing his cock into my throat. The trucker moaned as he grabbed my head and held my throat around his cock. He ground his pubic hair into my nose and his nuts into my chin. Just when I thought I was going to choke, he pulled back. Slowly, he started fucking my face. “Get your rhythm, boy, then we’ll get serious.” I adjusted my breathing to his fucking. When he noticed that I had gotten my rhythm, he began to fuck faster. “Yea, boy, suck my cock.” His cock was sliding through my lips, over my tongue, and down my throat easier than any cock had I had ever sucked before. Even though a blow job was not why I had come here, this fucker was turning me on. I reached down between my legs and began playing with my balls, occasionally running a finger across or around my ass hole. “Yea, suck that big cock. You like cock? Tell me how much you like cock, boy.” The trucker pulled his cock out of my mouth so I could answer. “I love cock. I’ll take cock anyway I can get it. Give me your big trucker cock.” “Say, “Please,” he teased, as he shoved his cock back into my throat. As he continued to fuck my face, I massaged his cock with my lips, tongue, and throat. I had waited several hours for this cock, and I was determined to do my best. “Fuck, boy, that feels real good. You take it up the ass?” Again, he pulled his dick out of my mouth for my answer. “Yes, sir, I do. That’s what I was really hoping for.” “Crawl up there on the bed.” I crawled onto the bed, my body stretching across the width of the sl**per. “Is this where you want me?” I asked. The trucker grabbed my ankles in his strong hands and twisted me so that I was lying across the mattress. As he rolled me over onto my stomach, he said, “The truck don’t rock so much this way. Get on your hands and knees.” I followed his instruction. He spit onto my ass, then into his hand, and rubbed it over my ass. He pushed the head of his cock over and around my eager hole, teasing me. “You ready for it, boy?” the trucker asked. “Yes! Fuck me, please. I gotta have that cock in my ass.” “You want my cock in your ass?” he asked. “Yes, please, fuck me with that trucker cock. I want you to fuck my ass good.” “You want my cock in your ass right now, boy?” “Yes, now,” I hissed through clenched teeth. He placed both hands on my waist. As he yanked me towards him, he rammed his cock into my ass, past my sphincter, into my guts. It felt like my insides were on fire. I tried to wiggle away. His grip was firm; he followed me with his cock. “Where ya goin’. I thought this is what you wanted? You said you wanted it; I’m gonna give it to ya.” As I braced myself against the back of the sl**per, the trucker pulled me back to the edge of the mattress. “That’s it, boy, brace up for a good, hard fuck.” This time, he did not allow me time to get my rhythm; he started slamming his cock into my ass. Using my hips for leverage, he pulled my ass to him with as much f***e as he pushed his cock into me. “You wanted a good fuckin’, boy, now I’m gonna give ya one. Take that big cock. Tell me how much you like it.” “Yeah, fuck me. Fuck my ass. I love your cock you in my ass. You can fuck me any which way. Do whatever you want, just don’t take that cock out of my ass.” “What if I do this,” he said, as he pulled his cock all the way out, then rammed back into me. “Fuck, yes. Use that ass! Fuck it good.” “That’s a good little whore. You’re just a truck stop whore, aren’t ya, boy.” “Yes, sir. I’m a truck stop whore. I love trucker cock in my ass. Fuck me! Fuck my ass with that big trucker cock! Fuck me!” “Oh, yeah, dirty little truck stop whore. You can’t get enough of this cock, can ya?” “No, sir. I want it; I want your cock deep in my ass; I want it all. I want to feel your balls slapping against my ass. Fuck me! Fuck me!” The trucker began pounding into my ass, whiplashing my head into the back of the sl**per. He raised one foot onto the edge of the bed for better leverage. “Oh, that’s a hot little fuck hole, boy. Feel this big cock stretchin’ that little hole? That’s what you want, isn’t it, boy?” “Yes, fuck my hole. Stretch it out; ram that big trucker cock up my ass.” He continued to hammer at my ass, his balls slapping against me. I found myself slamming back to meet him. I was almost yelling, “FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS!” “Take it, boy; take this big trucker cock. Your hot little ass loves it. You can’t live without can, ya, boy?” “I can’t. I’ve gotta have it. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass, and don’t stop.” I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back and ass, mingling with my own, running down my legs and arms, and dripping off my belly and balls. His cock was sliding in and out furiously in long, frantic strokes. “You ready for a big load, boy? I’m gonna shoot a big load up your horny ass, boy.” “Yea, give it to me. Shoot that big load.” The trucker pulled completely out, then, rammed his cock back into ass, his balls slapping against me. Again and again, he pulled all the way out, then rammed full f***e to the hilt. “Fuck me! Shoot that big load up my ass. Give it to me; I gotta have it.” The trucker put both hands on my shoulders. He reared back, pulling my ass to him as his hips pushed his cock deep into my ass. He began to jerk and convulse as he shoot his load into my guts. “Yea, here it cums, boy. Take it, take that big load. Here it is.” He pushed his cock deep into my ass, pulling back on my shoulders. I could feel his cock pulse with every shot. With each shot, he would push harder into me, although I could feel his balls, pulled tight against him, already rubbing at my ass. “That’s it, fill my ass full of trucker cum. Give it to me. Give me that big load.” “Take it, boy! Feel my big cock filling your ass with cum! Feel that cum running out your ass! That’s a real trucker load, boy!” The trucker leaned over me, placing his hands on the mattress, his chest and stomach solid against my back. A couple of more convulsions, then he just rested there. “Mother fucker,” he sighed, “You’re one hot little cock whore. I haven’t cum like that in ages.” “I haven’t been fucked like that in ages,” I replied. “It was well worth the wait.” “Happy to oblige,” he grinned. As I crawled out of his cab, he called after me, “Be careful out there, and keep a watch out for me. I come through here all the time.”