Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2019 14:58:20 +0000 (UTC) From: DOGG Subject: anaheim alaska-35 Anaheim Alaska-35 Roadside Assistance Written by Eugene Marvin -aka- NPhillydogg@aol.com ___________________ >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>O<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< SOUTH ANAHEIM SHIPPING YARD: 33yr old Brock Masterson parked his wife's car in the parking lot, then made his way in to see his friend Lenny Miller! He texted him that he was there, with Lenny telling him exactly WHERE to meet him! Brock made his way to one of the locked gated entrances [that didn't require security] and waited until Lenny showed up to let him in! "Stu's waiting for you in the break room...!" he informed, showing Brock through a maze of corridors until they came upon a closed gray door marked `break-room'! He opened the door to find Stuart sitting at one of the benches, eating his lunch! "Stuart..." called Lenny, walking over to shake hands! "...this's Brock...the guy I told you about!" he introduced! "Hi!" said Brock, holding out his hand to shake! Stuart wiped his hands on his shirt, then reached out to shake hands! "Hey! You ever drive a truck in the snow...?" asked Stuart [getting straight to the point]! "Living here in Anaheim...I've driven everything you can THINK of on the ice and snow except an army tank...and I've always wanted to drive one of those!" bragged Brock! "Good..." said Stuart, inviting Brock to sit down! "...I need a good driver..." he explained, "...but you won't be working for The Ship Yard...you'd be working independently! You're connected to no one! So I need you to drive correctly, under the speed limit and off anyone's radar! "What will I be transporting...?" asked Brock! "Girl Scout Cookies!" answered Stuart! "It doesn't matter what you're transporting...I need you to make it from point-A to point-B without incident! Is that clear?" "Crystal!" said Brock! "When?" "I'll call you the night before!" said Stuart, biting into his meatball sub-sandwich! "Here's the keys..." he said, tossing them to him, "...truck's parked at the end of lot! Take it with you! Get used to driving it! It's yours for the duration of the job!" "Thanks!" said Brock, picking up the keys from the table! "How will I get in and out of The Yard if I don't have clearance...?" he asked, curiously! "Don't worry about that..." said Stu, "...show up at the correct TIME I tell you to, and it won't be a problem! Just be READY when I call you!" "Okay..." said Brock, heading to the door [back the way he came in]! "...see you around!" "Thanks Stu..." said Lenny, staying behind! "...I owe you one! Brock won't let you down!" "He'd better not..." said Stuart, "...cuz if he does...it ain't ME who will be coming after him!" he reminded! "Right...!" said Lenny, chasing after Brock! Brock walked back outside, spotting a big white four-wheeled plain looking truck parked near the end of the lot! He hit the unlock button, causing the headlights to flash its location! He walked over to examine it, opening the door to start it up! "So you're taking the job, eh...?" asked Lenny, walking up to the driver's door! "I'm glad! Just make SURE you show up at the exact TIME Stuart tells you to!" he reminded! "I know..." said Brock, tossing Lenny's his wife's car keys! "...follow me back home..." he insisted, "...I'll drive you back, AFTER you suck my dick!" "ALRIGHT!" glee Lenny, rushing to Gloria's car, his cock already hardening in his pants with anticipation of sucking Brock's big dick! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>O<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< EAST ANAHEIM 15yr old Jenna was stewing in her room, looking at the video [she shot on her OLD cell-phone] of her mother getting fucked in the living room by her so-called brother (Stuart)! Jenna had doubts that Stuart was her mother's biological brother...for ONE reason, why hadn't they ever HEARD of him before now...? She knew something was suspicious about him from the moment she saw him, but she never would have suspected that he was her mother's lover! She didn't even think Madeline had it IN her to cheat on Greg, seeing how she fawned over him and his money! It was pathetic! Jenna hated seeing Greg and her mother together...knowing his baby was now growing in her belly! She didn't understand WHY he was still with her...? WHY he was still pretending to be in love with her, now that SHE was carrying his baby! She got up from her desk and headed for the door, determined to tell her stepdad everything she knew! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 35yr old Gregory Bailey was sitting behind his desk in his home office, going over order forms on his laptop computer...when his cell-phone suddenly rang! "What's up...?" he said, recognizing the name on the caller ID! `I've got a driver!' said Stuart [over the phone]! "That's good..." said Greg, sitting back in his seat! "...the shipment should be here in a couple of days! Make sure there's no fuckups!" he demanded. "Oh yeah, and Stuart..." he added [before Stuart could hang up]! "...don't come by my house again...! I don't want anyone seeing us in association together! Understand...?" `Yeah. Gotchu!' agreed Stuart, before hanging up! Greg hung up the phone, then sat back in his chair, thinking about the shipment coming in and what it meant to him in the long run...? He was in the middle of thinking when he suddenly noticed his stepson's thumb-drive sitting out of place on his desk..., then remembered he hadn't yet returned it! Greg reached for it and held it in his hand, wondering exactly WHAT was on it...? He was just about to push it into his laptop computer port when the door to his office opened and in walked Jenna...! "Not NOW, Jenna...I'm busy!" he said, in no mood for her ballistics! "I thought you might be interested to see what your WIFE is up to when you're not around...?" she asked, walking up to him, handing him the video of her mother getting fucked! Greg glanced at the video [believing it was nothing at first]...then snatched it out of her hand and stared at it up close, recognizing the guy fucking her...and realizing they had JUST finished fucking when he got home that day {chp-32}! "That's mom and her so-called BROTHER..." said Jenna, folding her arms across her chest, waiting for Greg to blow up! "...but I knew something was off about them...they couldn't WAIT to get me out of the room so they could start fucking! "So...what're you going to DO about it...?" she asked boldly [fully expecting him to blowup and DUMP her mother to marry her]! But Greg watched the video to its conclusion...then sat the phone aside, claiming it as his own! "I'm not going to do anything..." he said, "...I'm sure Maddie will come tell me what she's done when she's ready...!" he imagined! Jenna laughed in disbelief! "Did YOU tell mom what WE did when you were ready, did you...?" she asked! "She's playing you for a FOOL! She has you thinking you're the only man in her life...and she's fucking that hillbilly guy! You're not going to sit here and tell me you don't care!" "I DON'T care!" said Greg! "At least I don't have to feel GUILTY anymore about fucking her STEPDAUGHTER anymore!" he rationalized! "So you're going to TELL her about us...?" asked Jenna [hopeful]! "You KNOW I can't..." answered Greg! "...we've TALKED about this...!...you're underage! I could get into a lot of trouble!" "I'm carrying your BABY, Greg..." reminded Jenna, "...doesn't that mean ANYTHING to you...?" cried the teenager [hysterically], (harmonically)! "Yes...of course..." answered Gregory, not wanting to upset her anymore than necessary! "...but we had a TIMELINE...!...we PLANNED when we would be together...and it's not until you're 18! When you can officially make your own decisions without your parents' consents! Because we both know they would DO everything they could to BLOCK us from being together...!...even if it means sending ME to jail!" Jenna sniffed back the rest of her tears...! "So...you're saying WE can still be together...?" she asked [reading between the lines]! "That's ALWAYS been the plan! That's NEVER changed!" he assured her [causing a smile to creep across her tearful face]! "We've just got to be extra careful..." he said, "...we can't let anyone KNOW we're together until you're 18!" "And...what about the baby...?" she asked, curiously! "The baby is evidence..." he said, "...once born, people are going to realize that it isn't Chet's...! It won't LOOK like him! You HAVE to get rid of it before that happens!" Jena held her stomach...not wanting to abort the fetus growing inside her, a fetus made out of LOVE! "It's the ONLY way..." insisted Greg! "...blood tests will show Chet's not the father!" "Alright..." she said [wiping away tears]! "...but I want another one as soon as WE get married!" she insisted! "A legitimate one!" "We'll have TWINS!" smiled Greg, causing Jena to BEAM as she left him to his work and went back upstairs to her room! Greg couldn't believe the SHIT he got himself in...! At first he thought fucking his wife's daughter would be HOT...he never figured she'd fall in love so deeply, ready to forgo her family for him! He'd have to tread lightly with her from now on...knowing how emotional she could get! She could go off the deep end at any moment, telling everyone the baby's HIS! He looked over at the old cell-phone...recalling his wife getting fucked by Stuart...!...surprised that it didn't hurt him as much as he thought it would, in fact, getting slightly turned on when he heard Stuart coming in her! HOW could he be mad at Madeline for fucking some guy...?...when he's fucked countless women behind her back, AND fucked her daughter, AND her son! Still holding the thumb-drive in his hand...he reached over and plugged it into his computer, pulling up the screen to see what was on it...? Greg looked confused when he saw the title: `Dad's GH', along with a video diary of gloryhole events! Clicking on one labeled `Bus Terminal #7': a video of Hank crouched down next to a toilet [obviously holding a camera-phone], staring through a gloryhole...waiting for a man to shove his cock through! Hank peered in at the man...then put his mouth up to the hole to entice him! Eventually the man gave in, as Hank moved back from the hole to show a smooth hard cock slowly sliding through the hole after him, right up to Hank's awaiting face! Greg sat back shocked, his hand over his slacked-jawed mouth, his eyes GLUED to the spectacle before him as he watched his wife's ex-husband [the town's sheriff] suck cock! "I'll-be-damned...!" he said to himself, unable to believe big, husky, Hank Harding was a cocksucker [like his son]! Greg watched as Hank sucked, then SWALLOWED the stranger's cock for 7mins, making the guy cum in his mouth, swallowing the man's cumload and licking his lips clean before smiling into the video and ending it! Greg clicked on another video: `Tucker's Bar #17', watching Hank suck another guy [at random] in another restroom, sliding his hairy mouth back and forth along another hard shaft, caressing the underbelly with his massaging tongue, coxing the cock to give up its precious load! 5mins later the guy was moaning aloud, dumping a heavy load in the back of Hank's hungry throat, his Adam's Apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed hard! Greg sat back in his seat, rubbing the growing lump in his pants as he clicked on video after video, watching Hank suck cock after cock, catching and swallowing all the loads, even letting a couple scream his face! Greg took out his erection, stroking it openly while watching the town's sheriff do illegal/embarrassing acts, sucking cock in public places and recording it for people to see! He knew instantly that he had something OVER Hank should he need it! A smoking gun [so-to-speak] to guarantee Hank would stay inline or back-off if he needed him to...!...or he'd expose him for the cocksucker he was! He watched Hank suck the hairy balls of one man...take a facial from another...and swallowed countless numbers of strangers' cocks and loads! Greg lifted his shirt to reveal his slightly-haired chest and stomach...then jacked off until he shot his own load all over himself...!...imagining HIS cock in Hank's mouth at some point! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>O<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< ELSEWHERE Hank was patrolling the town late at night...when he came across a semi sitting slanted off the side of the road [tilting slightly towards the frozen trees and branches]! It was obvious that the 18wheeler had somehow slid off the side of the road and got stuck in the ice, unable to grain traction to climb back onto the road! Sheriff Harding pulled up behind the semi [flashing his emergency lights], then got out of his jeep cruiser to see if the driver was alright...? "Hello...?" he called out, knocking on the door, testing the doorknob to see if it was locked...? When no one answered he climbed up and shined a flashlight inside, trying to determine if the truck was abandoned...?...or if the driver was inside, hurt, asleep, or drunk...? He was just about to make his assessment and report back to the station...when someone climbed out of the sleeper compartment and stared into his flashlight, covering his eyes from the blinding light! "Oh, sorry!" said Hank, removing the light as he climbed back down so the trucker could push open the driver's side door...! "Are you okay...?" asked Hank, concerned for the driver's health [the man dressed only in his white, tight, thermal underwear]! "Do you need medical assistance...?" he wondered aloud! "Oh, no...no..." answered the trucker, "...I'm alright! I just slipped into a ditch and couldn't get out...!" he explained! "So I see...!" said Hank [as the truck was clearly tilting towards one side]! "HOW'd that happen...?" he asked, curiously! "Some wild BUCK leaped across the road right in front of me..." explained the driver! "...I swerved to keep from hitting them...and ended up in this ditch!" Hank nodded, believing the trucker's story was feasible [not smelling any alcohol on his breath NOR in his cabin! "You haven't been drinking, have you...?" he asked curiously, flashing the light around [searching for bottles of booze]! "No!" answered the younger man, confidently! Hank climbed back down from the door, flashing his light underneath the truck, happy not to see any dead deer about! "You feel SAFE sleeping in this rig...?" he asked, checking out the wheels [making sure all 18 wheels were on the ground]...! "Looks like it might TILT over at any second! Maybe I can drive you to a motel in town...?" suggested the officer! "I believe its secure, Sheriff..." said the man [from the doorway], "...I already called back at home base in Anchorage...they'll send out a `pully' in the morning to drag me out of the ditch! I kinda wanna BE here when they show up, if that's alright...?" he asked! "Okay..." said Hank, walking back to the cab! "...can I see your license...?" he asked, as the man ran his fingers through his hair, hoping he wouldn't get cited for avoiding a heard of deer...! "Alright..." he said, holding the door open! "...its in my pants pocket! Do you mind coming into the cab with me...? Its kinda COLD out, and I'm losing all of my heat!" "OH...sure!" agreed Hank, ditching the light [clamping it onto his hip] before climbing back up and into the cab! The driver climbed back into the passenger's seat and fished through his jeans for his wallet...pulling out his CDL License! Hank settled into the driver's seat [slamming the door behind him] as he turned around and started to STARE at the lone driver in his thermals! He certainly looked sexy enough (6'0", 190lbs w/a youthful muscular build, blonde shoulder-length hair, and a clean-cut face)! As he held out his driver's license, Hank couldn't help looking between his thermal covered legs, trying to size up the lump living inside...? "uh...thanks!" he said, taking the ID and only giving it a passing glance! "Marshall!" he said, reading off the first name before passing it back! "Everything seems intact!" he concluded, looking back into the sleeper compartment [which looked similarly to Ty's and Big Willie's, yet different]! "Are these trucks really comfortable...?" he asked, making casual conversation! "Yeah..." answered Marshall, "...once you get USED to it..." he added, "...then it kinda feels like sleeping in a strange motel or in a tent on a camping trip! But it's not bad! Does the job!" he surmised! "Cool..." said Hank, turning back around [giving Marshall's crotch another look]! "...guess I'll get out of your hair, then...!" he said, preparing to leave! "Oh..." said Marshall, sounding disappointed! "...I uh...I wouldn't mind if you STAYED for awhile...to TALK..." stated the lonely trucker, "...gets kinda boring out here on the road all alone..., especially when you're stuck like this with nothing to do but sleep!" "Oh, okay...!" said Hank, thinking fast! "Just let me go back and turn off my emergency lights and pull my jeep off to the side of the road and I'll be right back, alright...?" "Alright!" excited Marshall, smiling as Hank opened the driver's door and jumped out! Hank couldn't help wondering if this would GO anywhere...? Marshall was very handsome, perhaps he REALLY was just lonely and wanted someone to talk to...?...nothing sexually...? Hank got into his cruiser and shut off all the lights...then backed it up off the road so on passing cars or speeding trucks would slam into it on the road! Then he got back out, taking his thermos with him as he knocked on the door and climbed back up into the truck! "I brought a little something that might help keep us warm...!" he said, showing Marshall his trusty thermos! "Coffee...?" questioned the younger man (21)! "Better!" smiled Hank, taking off the lid before taking a sip and passing it off! Marshall took the thermos...then held it up to his nose and inhaled...!...a sneaky smirk crept across his lips! He lifted the thermos to his mouth and took a swig, feeling the familiar sting of alcohol burning down his throat! "YOO...that's strong!" he said, feeling instantly warm all over! "Is that how cops keep from freezing out here all night...?" he joked! "Unfortunately it's the BEST way..." admitted Hank, "...coffee gets cold after awhile! "I'd appreciate it if you keep this between US...!" requested Hank! "Your secret's safe with ME, Sheriff!" smiled Marshall, taking another swig before passing it back! "How long have you been driving...?" asked Hank, curiously. "A year!" answered Marshall! "My mom HATES me driving on the ice...but I told her I'd be driving on ice no matter WHAT I drove! We live in ALASKA for god's sake!" Hank laughed! "What about your father...?" asked Hank. "My dad...?" asked Marshall, looking down at his socked feet [getting somewhat melancholy about his father]! "He's cool with it..." he answered, downplaying his dad! "...he and my mom divorced when I was a kid..." he admitted, sorrowfully [even at 21]! "...infidelity I think! He moved out of Anchorage to start his own business! I still see him from time to time, but he's more like a FRIEND now instead of a father! He's cool though!" he added [sounding like he wished they were closer like father & son]! "Parents can get a little sidetracked when it comes to living their own lives verses their children's..." admitted Hank [using his own life for example]! "...I'm sure HE'D realize what he's missed if you remind him...!...let him know how it made you feel...!" "You think...?" asked Marshall, watching as Hank took another sip from his thermos before passing it back to him! "Well..." said Hank [realizing he might have overstepped his boundaries]! "...I won't pretend to KNOW your father...but as a divorced man myself with a couple of teenagers..., I'd say sometimes LIFE gets in the way of what's important...! It's nice to be reminded sometimes!" Marshall nodded his head [seeing Hank's point], as he tilted the thermos back up to his lips for another sip before putting the cap back on [and passing it back]! Hank couldn't help stealing another peek at Marshall's crotch, fighting the urge to shove his face in the man's lap! "That's enough alcohol for me...!" said Marshall [not wanting to get drunk], (with a COP sitting right next to him)! "Tell me, Sheriff..." he added, precociously! "...do you guys have any OTHER tricks to keep warm in the cold...?" Hank grinned, broadly! "uh, yeah..." he admitted, turning away [embarrassed]! "...but I'm not sure you'd be willing to TRY it...!" he blushed! "TRY me!" said Marshall [boldly]! Hank looked back at the driver, reading his facial expression! Marshall smirked cockily, widening his legs [invitingly], as Hank's eyes fell back down into his lap, noticing a growing LUMP forming in his thermals! Hank looked back up into the driver's eyes, as Marshall stared back into his lustfully [giving him the go ahead]! Hank slowly reached over and put his HAND in Marshall's lap, rubbing his fingers over the sizable lump! Marshall didn't say anything, as he watched the sheriff get familiar with his crotch! Hank felt the lengthy lump for a moment...then climbed down out of his seat [crouching down between seats] to put his FACE in Marshall's lap! "ohyeah..." moaned the truck driver, spreading his legs to give the officer ROOM as Hank wallowed his mug in Marshall's groin...!...mouthing the long lump with his lips, feeling it stiffen harder against his face! Marshall couldn't believe his LUCK! Never in a millions years would he had dreamt he'd run into a gay cop on the road! He wished [now] that he hadn't wasted that first load jacking off out of boredom! Hank breathed in the scent of Marshall's crotch as he smashed his face in his crotch! Once totally hard, he reached up and peeled back the thermals covering the trucker's cock, letting the hard-on spring up into action from its resting place, leaning in to LICK it all over, painting it wet with his saliva before taking it in his mouth to suck! Marshall moaned softly as the hot mouth wrapped itself around his 8.5" dong! He watched as the officer slowly descended down his shaft until he had his face buried in his pubes, having swallowed his cock WHOLE! Realizing he had an expert in his cab, Marshall ran his fingers through Hank's hair, pushing his head down further in his lap, making him take an extra half inch [or so] into the back of his throat! "ooohh..." he moaned softly, feeling Hank's tight throat muscles clamp in around him! He pulled Hank's head up out of his groin [making him slurp off his cock] and lifted his face towards his...kissing Hank gently on the lips! Hank wasn't expecting that, as he kissed the trucker back tentatively! Marshall got a little more aggressive when he suddenly slipped his tongue into the sheriff's mouth, making Hank suckle it! Hank stroked Marshall's hard-on in his hand while they kissed, going back down to finish sucking him off after Marshall broke away, pushing Hank's head back down in his lap! Hank happily retook the trucker's cock in his mouth, slurping along the solid shaft before burying his face in his groin again, making the man moan! Hank loved pleasing men, hearing them groan [voluntarily or involuntarily] from his skills! He held the cock in his throat for a moment [feeling Marshall's fingers in his hair again], then slowly ascended back up to the top, suckling the head before bobbing up and down! Marshall leaned back against the passenger's side door, enjoying the magnificent feel of the man's mouth gliding up and down his dick, occasionally looking out onto the road to make certain no one [particularly another officer] was driving up on them! He didn't want Hank getting caught assisting him, especially after helping him so much! Hank sucked and sucked, slurping his mouth on the hard handsome cock, slithering his caressing tongue along the underbelly as he coaxed Marshall's cock to spew its cargo! He could taste delicious bursts of pre-cum from his cock-tip every time he suckled the head, making his stomach growl for more! Hank held onto the waistband of Marshall's thermals as he bobbed his head, painting the upright cock super-wet with spit, allowing his mouth and throat to GLIDE along the shaft like a well-greased piston! Marshall could feel his orgasm coming on, as his cock started to pulse and throb with wild excitement! "I'm getting CLOSE, man...!" he warned, not knowing whether or not the sheriff swallowed...?...although he HOPED so! Hank heard the trucker's announcement, and redoubled his efforts to make him quick quickly! He tightened his lips and bobbed faster, all while Marshall continued to run his fingers through his hair! Marshall moaned, closing his eyes as he concentrated solely on the sensations happening to his cock! He thrilled at the lawman's suck abilities, wondering if he often stopped truckers on back roads in the dead of night to suck off...? The idea made him smile, as he started to see law officers in a different light! Hank sucked and swallowed for several more minutes, building a quickened pace as Marshall's cock started to spasm strongly! "Ohshit, I'm coming..." gasped the 21yr old, as Hank suddenly swallowed his cock to the root, holding him in the very back of his throat! Marshall squirmed in his seat, his cock pulsating in Hank's hungry gullet! "...arrhhh fuck..." choked the trucker, just before his cock surrendered its cargo! "...ARRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGG...!!" he screamed as the sperm rocketed out of him at supersonic speeds, blasting into the back of Hank's neck, oozing down his milking esophagus! "ARRHHHHHGGG...! ARRHHHHHGGG...! ARRHHHHHGGG...! ARRHHHHHGGG...!" grunted Marshall [after every spurt], feeding Hank another HOT drink, warming his insides like a swig of Brandy! Hank drained the cock for what's its worth, pulling back only to taste the load, taking the last of it in his mouth, on his tongue, letting it saturate his taste-buds! He swallowed it, loving the flavor, milking the half-hard shaft with his fist for more, licking away drew-drops at the tip, wishing he wasn't going soft so he could suck him off twice! "Damn...that was THE BEST!" beamed Marshall, sleepily [not exhausted after the drainage]! "I could sleep for a WEEK now!" he laughed! Hank pulled himself from the younger man's crotch! "Let me let you TO it!" he smiled, licking his lips [getting after-taste from his salty lips]! "Hey..." called Marshall [tucking his shrinking cock], as Hank reached for the door! "...let me take your number, man..." he offered [hoping to run into Hank again]! "...maybe I'll see you on another run...?" he hoped! "Sure!" said Hank, waiting as Marshall fished for his phone, reciting the numbers to him [also hoping he'd call one day], (or or off duty)! "Thanks man! See you around!" said Marshall, as Hank jumped out of the cab and walked back to his jeep with his thermos in hand [and his belly full of warm trucker cum]! __________________________________ If you liked this story, please write me at NPHILLYDOGG@aol.com with your comments, questions, and suggestions. __________________________________ This story was written by Eugene Marvin, Aka NPhillydogg! You can check out the rest of my work on Nifty by going to the Prolific Author's Section at the top of Nifty's home page and clicking on my name in the author's list. __________________________________ You can also find faster updates of what I may be working on next by joining me on facebook under the name Eugene Marvin __________________________________ Please Donate to Nifty if you enjoy reading stories like these free online!