Date: Fri, 17 Jul 2009 00:48:09 -0400
From: pitafitz89@gmail.com
Subject: Delivery Driver Jacking Part 2

It was another one of my usual delivery runs; I was taking a load of
construction supplies to a site a couple of states over. I love the
solitude these trips offer me - the chance to just chill out with my
thoughts and look outside the window at the trees, or mountains, or little
bumblefuck towns out in the middle of nowhere, or whatever else there is
along the way.  This day was one of those "Indian Summer" days of
autumn. The air was humid and sultry and the sun bright despite it being
the end of September. I had the windows in the truck down to try to get
some air, but the cabin was still warm and my chest had a faint sheen of
sweat on it and my balls were hanging lower than ever in my jeans, boiling
in the heat.

As my balls swelled and began to hang lower and lower, they began to rub up
against the coarse denim fabric and the wiry hairs of my thighs. My cock
followed suit, swelling and rubbing against my jeans, getting more
stimulated by the heat and the sensations. In no time I was rock hard.

I felt my jeans straining trying to hold in my aching cock, and I couldn't
ignore it any longer. I unzipped my fly and my fat nine-incher slapped up
against my abs, spitting out a wad of pre that soaked through some of my
beater. I couldn't hold in my horniness any longer. I had to blow a load.

I drove with one hand on the wheel, one hand slowly stroking my throbbing
dick, looking for a place to pull over and jack off. As my luck would have
it, there was not another exit for miles and miles. I drove for ten
minutes, every minute my cock was aching with need, slick with precum
spread by my slow yet frantic strokes. After twenty minutes my need to
splooge was out of control. Even when I removed my hand, I could still feel
the cum rising in my dick. It was as though my cock was jacking itself.

I must have not been paying attention and let my hand stroke too quickly,
because I suddenly felt the familiar churning that meant that my schlong
was about to explode with jizz. There was nothing I could do to stop it. I
took one last look at the road, closed my eyes, wrapped my fist around my
dick, and waited out my eruption.

"Shit! Ah, fuck!" I yelled involuntarily. With my eyes closed I could feel
my cum spattering all over my chest, and I could hear it spraying and
landing all over the cabin around me. I quickly opened my eyes and looked
at the road - all safe. I looked down and observed my handiwork. I had
jizzed up and down my torso, making my beater stick to the contours of my
muscular chest and making it transparent enough to see through it down to
my smooth chest hair. Some of it had landed on the headrest next to me, and
I got it in my hair when I moved around. As the sharp, lusty aroma of my
seed filled the cabin, I remarked to myself how pleased I was with this
load.


I was still reeling from my massive cum when it began to get dark. Knowing
I would have to get up early to make the delivery on time, I began to look
for a place to crash for the night. After something like twenty minutes I
reached a small roadside town and pulled my truck into the first motel I
saw - a depressed little two-story thing with peeling blue siding called
the Executive Motel. I chuckled a little bit but figured that it was decent
enough for one night. I stepped out of my truck. When I moved I felt the
crackle of dried cum on my beater and I decided that I would have to lose
it before I checked in. Problem was, I hadn't any extra. I had been
planning to just wear the same outfit the whole time. Not thinking anything
of it, I peeled off the sticky top and headed to the office shirtless.

Inside the tiny room, the desk was manned by a boy - probably the owner's
son - who couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen. I saw the
boy's eyes linger on my hairy chest and then bug out when I realized that I
smelled fiercely like man-spunk. The odor quickly filled the cramped space
and got the juices roiling in both me and the boy across the counter. As I
got the key to my room, I saw him reach under the counter and squeeze his
bulge. Well, a healthy boy's gotta do what a healthy boy's gotta do.

With my cock freshly plump from the harsh smell of my own seed, I grabbed
my bag of overnight stuff from the truck and hurried to my room. I yanked
off my boots and pants and stood in front of the mirror and gazed at my
hard and hairy body and hefty wood, still gleaming with the sweat of a
heavy jack on a hot day. I gave my cock a few slow strokes and thought
about how badly I wanted to cum. But, I decided to hold back and wait, and
have a little fun first.

I started myself a shower. I stepped inside, letting the hot spray wash off
the grime. Even deprived of attention, my cock stayed steel-hard. I
realized that I wasn't going to go soft until I came, so I decided to make
my cum as powerful as I could. I picked up the showerhead and held it
between my legs, aiming the spray so it gave my bull balls a good
massage. The feeling was so intense my dick began leaking a steady stream
of precum. I moved the showerhead so the spray hit the underside of my
cock. My knees buckled with the stimulation. I felt the inside of my shaft
grow hot as cum started to ooze up its inside. I turned off the water and
left the shower, trying to stretch out my cum a little while longer.

Returning to my bedroom, I took out an old pair of sweatpants from my bag
and pulled them over my still-sopping frame. I laid down on the floor and
began doing crunches. After a few, my dripping cock poked through a hole in
the crotch, begging for attention. With each crunch I got closer until I
could wrap my lips around the head. My crunches forgotten, I spread my legs
further and managed to get a few inches of my nine into my mouth, driving
me up the wall with the frustrating pleasure of my amateur self-sucking. I
grabbed my cock and balls at the base with my right hand and began to
slowly move my lips up and down. It was not enough. I needed to cum and I
needed to use my hands.

I leapt up and stripped off the sweats. This needed to be done naked. I
moved to a table at the far end of the room and ran my cock along the
edge. The cool wood against my hard cock got me hotter than ever. Letting
myself go to the demands of my cock, I wrapped both fists around my pulsing
schlong and jerked like a madman. After moments I felt the familiar feeling
of impending release and I surrendered my body.

"Fuck! Ah, uh! Fuck, yeah!" My knees buckled as ropes of cum spewed from my
cock. The first cleared the table, while the next several spattered all
over, completely covering the table. The last couple dribbled out of my
cockhead onto my fingers as a fell back against the wall panting. What a
cum that had been!

As I sat with my back to the wall recovering, I heard the familiar groans
of man-cum outside my door. Curious, I went to the bathroom to pull on my
jeans so I could have a look. When I opened the door the guy was gone, but
his spunk was sprayed all over the mat and door.

Looks like my "friend" had decided to be a healthy boy all over my
doorstep.