White and Red
I make my living driving a big rig--you know, one of
those guys who pilots 30,000 pounds of cargo on eighteen wheels down the
highway at 70 miles an hour. I like being on the road; I'm pretty much my own
boss, I don't have to wear a tie, the pay is good and, as a bonus, I can play
with my dick just about any time I get the urge.
Of course, being a truck driver has its down side,
too. It's sedentary, it can be awfully boring and the road is full of nuts who
think they know how to drive. There's not much you can do about the boredom
except listen to the radio or play with yourself and there's nothing at all you
can do about the nuts. As to being sedentary, I carry a set of weights and one
of those spring loaded tension gizmos with me and see to it that I use them
most every day.
Oh yeah, one more thing I like about being on the
road: the men you meet along the way. It never ceases to amaze me how many guys
there are out there looking for a way to get their rocks off.
And I'm always happy to help out wherever I can.
After driving the highways for a year or two, if you're
horny like me, you develop a sort of radar in your head,
some sixth sense that tells you somebody else is horny too. I don't know what
that sense is but I know for sure that I've got it.
Take last week, for example. I was on a long cross
country run--somewhere in Kansas, I guess--and had cut off on a connector
highway, heading from one interstate to another. Now that road is pretty well
traveled but the traffic is almost all guys like me, driving big trucks and
trying to shave eighty or so miles off their day's run. Maybe that's why my
mental radar began to ping when I saw the little white pickup pulled off to the
side. I decided to stop and see what there was to see.
There was just room for me to get my rig off the
highway beside the pickup which was parked almost in the bushes at the edge of
the pullout. Leaning over, I could see that the passenger door was open and it
looked as though someone was lying on the seat, but I couldn't be sure. I
climbed out of my truck and walked around to the bushes on the far side of the
pickup. Yep, there was a guy lying on the front seat all right, his legs
hanging out the open door, his arms crossed on his chest and his head propped
up on some sort of makeshift pillow. He was pretending to be asleep.
I watched him for a few moments and then pulled my
dick out to take a piss. As soon as I started popping the buttons on my jeans
the guy's eyelids began to twitch a little and by the time my water hit the
ground he was watching me through slitted eyes. I
teased him a little, holding my dick with that overhand grip some guys use at
the urinal when they're afraid you might see something.
The guy in the truck lazily moved one hand down to his
crotch and scratched, showing me that he was dressed to the right. He didn't
take his hand away and it looked to me like what he'd scratched had grown in
size just a bit.
I finished peeing, milked it down a couple of times
and then put it away but didn't button up. I looked right at the guy and said,
"How's it goin', buddy?"
He gave a little nod but didn't say anything. It was like he couldn't decided if he was still pretending to be
asleep or not. He did give the bulge in his jeans a squeeze though, and it
definitely began to grow.
I stepped over to him and he spread his legs wider so
I could stand between them. I did that and then just stood, looking down at his
crotch. After a minute or so he made his move, outlining his cock for me,
pushing the worn denim tight around it with his thumb and forefinger. It looked
like a very nice cock. I glanced at his face and he licked his lips, through
with playing possum. His eyes opened and I could see the need in them; he was
very horny and he wanted me to do something about it. I let my hand brush along
the inside of his leg, up toward the crotch.
He gave a little nod. When I didn't move any further
he finally spoke.
He slid towards me a little, so my hand was tight in
his crotch, my knuckles pressed into his balls. I moved up to his dick,
outlining it with my thumb and forefinger, like he had
done. I could feel the heat of it through his jeans.
"Nice," I said, looking at his face again. A
little smile played over his lips and I felt his dick grow hard under my hand.
"Must be feeling pretty crowded in there," I
said, squeezing it again. "Maybe we should give it some room."
"If you want."
He clasped his hands behind his head and the sun
caught his wedding ring in a quick flash of gold. I guessed he felt that if he
didn't help it would be okay, not his responsibility. His jeans were old and
soft and the buttons came open easily. The head of his dick had pushed out from
under the elastic of his bright red briefs, the dark pink of the head
contrasting with the lightness of the skin that almost covered it. There was a
tiny drop of liquid forming at the pee slit and I watched it slowly grow before
I reached out and touched it, smearing it around what showed of the pink head.
He groaned and hunched backward so more of his cock pushed out of his briefs. I
petted it for a moment and then took hold of the waistband of his jeans.
"Let's get rid of these."
"If you want."
I pulled his short boots off and then put my hand
under his ass, raising him so I could pull his jeans and shorts off. I folded
the jeans neatly and put them on the floor of the truck beside him, the bright
red briefs spread out on top. I've always been a sucker for pretty underwear.
Then I knelt down and licked his balls.
He sucked in his breath. "Oh,
He liked it.
I took one of his balls into my mouth and rolled it
around with my tongue; it felt heavy and loose in its soft, wrinkled sack. So
did the other one. Then I worked my way up to the base of his cock and buried
my nose in the tightly curled hair that bushed around it. He smelled of Ivory
soap mixed with male musk and a tiny hint of something sharp and sweet.
I liked it.
My own dick was feeling pretty crowded by this time so
I pulled it out, giving it room to grow. Then I took a deep breath and slowly
slid my mouth over his cock, sucking it in until my nose was back in his bush.
It felt good, the wiry hair tangling in my mustache. He started to thrash
around a bit but caught himself and lay still, like it
wasn't nice to show you liked it. When my air ran out I raised
up enough to take another breath and then dropped back down on him. This time
he bucked, pushing himself further into my throat and I began to swallow,
working his cock with my throat muscles. He was breathing hard.
I sensed that he wasn't going to last much longer if I
wasn't careful so I let his cock slip out of my mouth and went back to his
balls. I licked up under the soft sack and then let my tongue follow that
little ridge of skin that joins a man's balls to his ass. Before I was half way
there he began to squirm around on the seat, lifting his legs so I could get to
"Jesus, man, what're you doing?"
I patted him on the buttocks. "Nothing you won't
like." I wet my finger and gently touched his sphincter. He sucked in his
breath and stiffened up, his feet pressing against my shoulders, but then he
relaxed, slowly, like wax melting in the sun. Some of the tension came out of
his sphincter and I felt it loosen, letting my finger have its way. It wasn't
long before he began to push back, wanting my finger inside him.
I knew it would soon be time; I dug into my pocket and
found one of the rubbers I always carry with me, the kind that are pre-treated
with that super slick silicon lube. I tore the foil packet open and then
carefully unrolled the tight latex over the stiffness of my dick. I spit into
my hand and wet him before I stood up, holding his legs against my chest.
"Hey, man, what..."
I pressed my dick up against the pucker of his ass,
not hard, just enough to let him know it was there.
But he didn't push away. I reached under his tee shirt
and found his nipples. They were already erect, hard little points that grew
harder as I rolled them gently between my fingers. He groaned and closed his
eyes. I waited, still pressed against him.
"I can't, man. I mean..."
He still didn't move away. I slipped his tee shirt up
under his arms so I could see his tits. When I squeezed his nipples he groaned
again and took a deep breath. I felt his sphincter relax a little.
"Easy, easy, man. I don't think I..."
He relaxed a bit more and the head of my dick pushed a
little way into him.
"Oh, shit, man. What're you doing?"
I patted his ass a couple of times. He moaned quietly
and I patted a little harder. He liked that so I gave him a good swat. He
arched his back and the head of my dick slipped all the way into him.
I swatted him again, harder, and he took another
couple inches of my dick up his ass. He sighed and gave in to himself.
"Okay, yeah. Let's do it, okay?
I slowly pushed into him until my balls were tight
against his ass and then waited, letting him get used to the feel of me inside
him. When it seemed right, I tried a couple of short strokes. He clamped his
ass down on my dick as though he didn't want to ever let it go. I smacked his
ass cheek with the flat of my hand.
"Oh, fuck, man. Fuck, fuck, fuck."
His ass relaxed a little and I pulled back, almost all
the way out. Then I pushed back in, feeding him my whole dick in one long
stroke. His ass clamped back down on me so I slapped his butt again, hard.
He sucked in his breath. "Yeah!"
The inside of his ass was hot and slick and made my
dick tingle with pleasure. His cock jutted up, over his belly, the dark head
almost clear of its pale foreskin. Pre-cum dripped onto his belly, more each
time I pushed my dick into him. It wasn't long before I felt my toes begin to
curl in my boots and I knew I was close to the edge. He was beginning to whimper, deep down in his throat so I knew his time was
close, too. I helped him along with a couple of upward thrusts, hitting that
soft knob inside him and making his cock jerk and dribble more pre-cum on his
When I passed the point of no return--that moment when,
no matter what you might do to stop it, you're going to come--I pushed in deep
and stopped, holding myself still in him. Slowly, starting at my toes, that
warm chill of orgasm spread itself through my body, blocking out everything
with its sweet ache until it left nothing but itself. Then my dick let go and
began spewing hot cum in him like a fountain.
I pushed him over his edge with a sharp, hard slap on
the ass. He sucked in his breath and his cock began pumping out cum, the first
shot hitting him on the chin, the rest of it making puddles on his chest. He
grabbed on to his dick and began working it, his hand glistening with the cum that dribbled over it. I gave him another couple of
swats on the ass, hard enough so he'd remember them for a good while, the sting
taking the place of any guilt he might have over taking a man's dick up his ass
and loving it.
When we were finished, we stayed coupled for a minute
or two, savoring the feel of being connected to each other, man to man. When I
began to go soft I patted his buns, burnishing the sting he was going to feel
for the next couple of hours, and then slowly pulled out of him. I slipped the
rubber off, tied it and tossed it into the brush.
While I wiped the cum off my
dick and peed, he climbed out of the pickup and mopped his face and chest with
a rag he got from somewhere. He was kind of cute, standing there in nothing but
his socks and a tee shirt pulled up to his arm pits, his dick jutting out,
still half hard. He gave me a sheepish grin, pulled the tee shirt down and
started looking around for his pants.
When he was dressed I walked him around to the
driver's side and held out my hand. He grinned at me, shook my hand and climbed
into the pickup. I could see him wince as he sat but he flashed me a smile,
revved up the engine and drove off.
That night, while I was falling asleep, I pictured him
making it with his wife. Did she wonder, I thought, at the way his ardor
increased every time she grabbed him by the buns? Or
did she just surrender to him and enjoy it, perhaps wishing he'd take a few
hours off by himself more often?
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