Date: Tue, 18 Jun 2002 05:39:02 EDT
From: SCASS3254@aol.com
Subject: Trucker Jack

			       Trucker Jack


        Brad Philips remembered that Mama said there would be days like
this, and banged his fist on the dash board as he sat in a rented car
that had quit on him on a back road in South Carolina. Even as a Boy
Scout, his skills at reading maps was non existent and he should have
realized that he had taken a wrong turn an hour ago.  Now he was miles
from no where and not a clue as to where the hell he was.

        Waves crashed against the shore sending sprays of white water
against large boulders that dotted the coastline and the pounding surf
echoed in his ears. He watched the long marsh grass swaying in the breeze
as the wind picked up in intensity  He hadn't seen a light or a service
station along this road and walking at this hour of night for help was
his only option.

        Grabbing a flash light from the glove compartment, he started
walking unsure of where he was going or what he would find. He was
chilled from the night air and turned up the collar on his golf jacket
and he now glad that he had worn it.  As a kid, sounds in the night
frightened him and the blackness of this country road only exacerbated
his fear. The light from the moon as it filtered through the trees, cast
shadows on the landscape and he saw figures where none existed.

        He checked his watch; it was after nine. He hadn't walked very
far when he heard a rumbling sound behind him and  headlights appear out
of the mist Waving his hands frantically, he stepped into the middle of
the road as the vehicle bore down upon him.  He heard the sound of brakes
and a large truck come to a screeching halt and a voice yell out.

        "You crazy son-of-a-bitch! You damn near scared the shit out of
me appearing out of nowhere. I could have killed you.  Good thing I had
the brakes checked out this morning." The voice was angry. In the bright
lights Brad just stood there, the beams illuminating him. "Are you OK?"
his voice softened. I didn't mean to yell but I had a hard time stopping
Miss Cherry."

        " Sorry, but my car broke down a little way back and I was going
for help and you appeared out of the mist.  Can you give me a lift?"

        "Sure hop in," the man said, his voice was concilitary and Brad
detected his strong Southern accent.

        Brad Climbed into the big Ten Wheeler and felt the leather seat
creak from the weight of his body as he leaned back and exhaled a sigh of
relief.

         "I don't know how to thank you," he said. "It's been a shitty
day all around and you're been the only bright spot coming along like you
did."

        "You're lucky," the man said. "I normally don't take this road,
but I have a friend who lives not far from here. I use his house when I'm
down this way on a run." The voice was now friendly and Brad looked at
the man giving him a lift.

        He was a big man with a large belly and a gray beard. As he
gripped the steering wheel, Brad could see strong arms beneath his cutoff
sweatshirt. His thighs looked powerful as he braked for a turn in the
road. He appeared to be around fifty-five but the beard could have added
a few years to his age.

        He looked at Brad and his eyes were soft and in the dim cabin
light, appeared green. "Son, there's a gas station on this road about ten
miles from here, but unfortunately they're closed at this hour. Not much
happening around these parts at night and no motels in the vicinity. This
is rural country and most folks who live in this area like fishing and
quiet."

        "Shit," Brad muttered.

        "But not to worry. You can stay with me for the night if you
like. My friend's a trucker and he's out on a run to the coast. You can
sleep on the couch. It's the best offer you're gonna get. I've been on
the go all day and hungry as a bear. He always keeps plenty of the food
in the house and about this time I'm ready for some eggs, a cup of
coffee, a hot shower and a warm bed."

        Brad didn't know what to say. He looked at the man again who
smiled at him. It was warm and friendly and what other choice did he
have.

        "By the way," the truck driver said.  "My name is Jack Armstrong,
but I'm not the all American boy. I'm  just a old, fat trucker trying to
make a living hauling whatever I can. But as I said, you're welcome to
bed down for the night if you like."

        Brad smiled and put out his hand. "Brad Philips and awfully glad
to meet you Jack. If it isn't an imposition, I would like to take you up
on that offer."

        "My pleasure. I've been in the same situation before and
strangers have helped me, so I'm now helping you."

        They drove  in silence and Brad kept looking at the man who
reminded him of a teacher he had had in high school.

        "Here, we are," Jack said and pulled into a driveway and stopped
in front of a small, neat house that faced the water. Here, the sound of
the ocean was comforting.

        Jack got out and Brad followed closley behind. He found the keys
to the house  in a flower pot and opened the door.

        "Jerry, my buddy leaves the key for me. We email each other our
schedules  and when he heads down my way I return the favor. I live in
Florida. It saves us both money not having to check into a motel." Jack
opened the lights to the house and they walked into the living room which
was nicely decorated and not what Brad had expected.

        "Make yourself comfortable," Jack said. "Jerry, is neat unlike
me." Jack laughed and his belly moved up and down. In the light, Jack was
of medium height with broad shoulders and a beefy chest and a large belly
that hung over his belt line. His hair was thick, his beard full but
trimmed. His eyes were saphire green and his nose crinkled when he
smiled. "Relax, while I rustle us up some grub."

      "You don't have to bother for me."

        "No bother. I don't like to eat alone. I do that often enough
when I'm on the road. If you like, there are logs in the fireplace
waiting to be lit. It's cold in here and a fire will take the chill from
the room."

        Brad lit the fire and stood watching as the fire blazed. There
was something erotic about flames licking at wood. He felt a hand on his
shoulder and turned quickly.

        "Didn't mean to startle you, but if you care for a drink, there's
booze in the cabinet."

       "I' could use one," Brad said. "Can I fix you one?"

        "That would be nice. Scotch neat."

        Brad fixed them drinks and watched Jack as he worked. He knew his
way around a kithchen and soon was chopping herbs and putting together
their meal. The smell of onions made Brad salivate and he realized that
he hadn't had a thing to eat since breakfast and he was starved. He sat
in a chair and looked around the room. The bookcase was filled with
novels and original paintings on the wall. Brad was surprised at Jerry's
collection of books that ranged from popular novels to biograpies and a
whole section on the civil war.

       Jack came into the room. "Dinner will be ready soon. "Jerry is a
reader, like me. A student of the Civil War as you can see." Jack  warmed
himself by the fire. He had round buns that filled his jeans. He turned
and faced Jack.  "It helps when you're away from home and in some small
town motel. Books are like family. You become involved in their lives and
sometimes you hate when the book ends." He laughed and his teeth were
straight and even.

       The room warmed up and Brad watched as Jack fixed their supper
humming as he worked. He was a handsome man and even though he was
overweight he carried himself well.

        "What brings you down to these parts?" Jack asked. "From your
accent, I believe you're from a big city. "

        "Yes, from New York. Seeing a client down here and heading back
to the airport when the car broke down. Even my meeting was fucked up,"
he lamented.  "I must have done something right because you came along
and rescued me."

        "Are you married?" Jack asked matter of fact.

        "No, too busy working and no time for a wife who'll need
attention. Are you?"

        Jack smiled. "Do I look like the marrying kind. I'm fat," he held
his belly. "I'm old, cranky, and besides I'm gay. Not great marriage
material would you say? Been gay since I'm a kid. Does that bother you?"

        Brad shook his head and smiled. He was handsome, around twenty
eight with dark blue eyes and black hair. From his  strong muscular body,
you knew that he was a gym rat.  He was tall with broad shoulders. "Not
at all. I have lots of gay friends. I'm an entertaiment lawyer and many
of my clients are also gay. Did you think that I would be bothered?"

        "Didn't know. I'm glad that you're not, Jack said. "I didn't want
you to feel uncomfortable with me. Have you ever been with a man?" Jack
asked.

        Brad laughed. "No," I haven't." He shrugged. "Just wasn't
something that I was interested in or thought about. Not that I haven't
been hit on by guys. I'm flattered that someone might have thought I was
attractive enough to want to be with me."

       What Jack wanted to say was but didn't was that you're the hottest
thing that I've seen in a long time, but instead said,  "Not to worry,
you're safe with me."

        They both smiled and had their supper. The omelette was
delicious with fresh garden vegetables and herbs. It was pleasant talking
to Jack who was well traveled, well read and loved old movies. He raced
cars in his free time and had built a car from scratch by himself.  He
had won his last two races and Brad could hear the pride in his voice as
he talked about his car like it was a real person.

        "It's a tough life being on the road a lot and no man or woman to
come home to. That's what I miss the most. Having dinner with you tonight
has been nice. You listened to my stories and was pleasant company. Have
you had enough to eat?" he asked."

        "Pleanty," Brad said. "Thank's for being a friend." I learned a
lot about people tonight and how our fears sometimes get in the way of
friendship."

        Jack smiled. "You were worried that I might make a move on you,
weren't you?"

        "The thought entered my mind." Brad hugged Jack. "Thanks for
everything."

        "De Nada," Jack said and felt Brads arms as he hugged him. His
cologne was masculine and Jack felt himself getting erect.

        Brad helped Jack clean up and it was time for bed.

        Jack put out sheets and blankets and fixed the couch for Brad to
sleep on and said goodnight.

        Brad lay there and watched the light of the fire slowly turn to
embers and he couldn't sleep. He heard a noise and saw Jack standing in
the doorway.

        "I had to take a leak," Jack said.  "Anything the matter son?"
Jack asked. "Can't sleep? I know the couch isn't the Ritz Carlton. It's
also not the most comfortable place to lay your head being tall like you
are. If you like you can share the bed. It's big enough and I won't
bother you, Scout's honor."

        I'm fine here," Brad said.

        "Suit yourself, but if you decide later, do it quietly as I have
a tough day tomorrow. " Jack went back into the bedroom.

        Brad tossed and turned, but whatever position he found himself
in, he couldn't sleep. He got off the couch and walked into the bedroom
in his jockey shorts. "Jack, are you asleep?"

        "Just about. Anything wrong?"

        "Do you mind if I share the bed. I just can't sleep on that
couch."

        Jack handed Brad a pillow and he lay down in the bed next to
Jack.  He could feel the heat emanating from his body. Jack closed his
eyes and turned his back to Brad and said goodnight.

        Brad was nervous but for some reason he trusted Jack. He closed
his eyes and was soon sound asleep. A bolt of lightning filled the room
and the clash of thunder awakened him. He found himself pressed up
against Jack's rump. Brad felt Jacks soft buns through his jockey shorts
and felt his dick stiffen. Afraid to move, fearful that he would awaken
Jack who snored softly.  Brad organ was throbbing and he didn't know what
was happening to him. When Jack moved against him, Brad almost gasped.
Jack had showered and smelled of pine and country air. Brad reached out
and touched Jack's hair letting his fingers linger there. For some reason
he felt safe and secure next to this bear of a man like he did when he
slept with his favorite uncle when he was a kid.  Brad reached out and
put his hand on Jacks belly and felt his soft breathing, his stomach
moving up and down against Brad's hand. Brad felt like it belonged there.
Jack  had a smooth body and soft fleshy tits and Brad's hand moved up to
Jack's nipple and held it there. Brad didn't feel shame but a sense that
what he was doing was all right. Whenever he slept with a woman, he
wanted to run after he finished. Here he was with a man that he had never
met and he felt relaxed and hotter and hornier then he ever been in his
life.

        Brad had a nice sized cock and it was stiff as steel. Jack
stirred and felt Brads organ against his ass.

        "Is that a gun or are you glad to see me," Jack said in his best
Mae West Falsetto.

        Brad was embarrassed.

         Jack turned to face him and kissed him gently on the lips.
"Don't be afraid son," he said. "I won't hurt you."

        This has never happened to me before," Brad said.  "I've never
done anything like this."

        Jack kissed Brad softly on the cheeks and his lips were moist and
tender. He parted Jacks lips and his tongue
moved inside Brad's mouth. There was a sweetness to his kisses that Brad
had never experienced with any woman before. Their tongues searched for
each other and Brad felt as if waves were crashing over him and he was
drowning as Jack's hands caressed his body and kissed his nipples.
Currents of electricity send sparks throughout Brad's body. Jack teased
one nipple and then the other with the tip of his tongue and sucked them
gently. Brad felt his nipples growing in Jack's mouth as Jack rubbed them
with the ball of his thumb. The softness of Jack's beard as he moved down
Brad's body made him quiver with excitement. His hands were strong, yet
gentle as he slowly took Brad's jockeys off of him and found his
throbbing organ which was beginning to leak from excitement. Brad didn't
know what to do but Jack said softly.

        "Tonight belongs to you son, so lie back and enjoy it. If you
want me to stop I will. If you feel uncomfrotable let me know." He kissed
him and held him for a moment.

        Brad reached down and touched Jack's hair gently. He knew he was
going to be loved by a man who would take care of him and make sure that
he was satisfied. He was frightened but knew that what awaited him was
going to change him forever.

        Jack licked the head of Brad's cock wetting the head with his
tongue.  His mouth engulfed Brad's organ and Brad let out a sigh as he
felt Jack slowly sucking on his cock. He had never felt so wonderful and
alive. Jack licked his balls and found the spot right under them, close
to Brad's ass that lifted him off the bed. The nerve endings made him cry
out with joy as Jack rimmed him with a passion that Brad had never known.
Jack stopped as if he had all the time in the world knowing that Brad was
getting ready to pop. He took off his own jockey shorts revealing  a
thick dick of medium size.

        "Have you ever fucked a man," he said and licked Brad's cock.?
Would you like too?

        "I never have. Tonight, for the first time I know what loving
someone is all about and it was with a man. You have made it so exciting
that I want it to last forever. He kissed Jack passionately, his tongue
finding Jack's and sucking on it. "If it is as good as what is happening
to me now,  I would love to try and please you."

        Jack reached into a drawer and took out a rubber and some
lubricant. He put the rubber on Brad's dick  and gently massaged his cock
until it was well greased and put some into his ass. Satisfied, he lay on
his side and took his hand and gently placed it around Brad's cock that
was throbbing with anticipation. He tasted the pre cum that leaked from
Jack's cock and it was sweet as honey. "I'll guide it in for you. Take it
slow and easy and let's enjoy your first fuck with a man." Jack switched
on a night lamp so the room was bathed in soft lighting.

        Brad looked at Jack's buns which were round and rubbed his dick
against his moistened ass and felt the excitement stir within him as Jack
guided his dick into his ass. He felt the heat immediately and then Jack
lifted his body so Brad could put his hand around his smooth belly. The
feeling of entering Jack was something that Brad had not anticipated. It
was the most glorious feeling of closeness that he had ever experienced.
He didn't move but tongued Jack's ear and he reacted.

        Jack moved on Brad's dick slowy letting it inch it's way into him
carefully so that Brad didn't cum from the friction. When he was in, he
said.  "Now son, let's move nice and smooth so we both enjoy this ride."

        Brad moved slowly and then a little quicker and heard Jack say,
"Oh, babe, that's feel good. Give it me." Brad moved quicker and felt his
entire body ready to explode as he savored the thrill of fucking a man.
Jack was a pro and moved his ass with Brad's rhythm cupping Brad's balls
with his hand as Brad fucked him. Jack's ass was tight and a pleasure
machine as he shook and moved his hips as Brad pile-drived into his ass
watching his dick slide in and out of Jack's ass. Hearing Jack's moans of
pleasure, calling out Brad's name as they moved as one, inflamed him with
a desire that he didn't think was possible.

        "I'm going to cum," Brad shouted out.

        "No, baby not yet. Pull it out," Jack pleaded.  "Don't come cum
yet. I want you to know the joy of what loving a man is all about."

        Brad pulled it out and didn't move knowing that if he did he
would shoot his wad into that rubber and he wanted it in Jack's ass where
it belonged. He was bathed in sweat remembering the joy that he had just
felt.

        "You'll give me that sweet load," Jack said. "You'll give me your
cream and  fill me with your love. But later." Jack put his fleshy
nipples into Brad's mouth and he sucked on them hungrily. Jack rubbed his
dick against Brad's flat belly. He then moved his dick so it was close to
Brad's mouth. Brad licked the head that was like a giant mushroom and
then took it into him mouth.

        "I never did this before," he said, and licked the head of Jack's
cock as Jack had done to him. It felt silky against his tongue. He began
to suck him slowly trying hard to please the man who had given his so
much pleasure tonight. Brad's hand's roamed Jack's body and he pinched
his large nipples and Jack gasped as Brad played with them. He loved the
softness of Jack's tits and the feel of his body that responded to his
caresses, moaning as Brad made love to him. Brad felt no shame but joy as
he loved this big man.

        "Oh, Baby," Jack said. "I want that beautiful piece in me now."
Jack held Brad's hand against his belly and then moved it down to his
cock and said softly. "When you fuck me again, play with me so I can cum
with you this time."

        Brad's dick was like Kryptonite and Superman would have been
felled by it. He felt the heat from Jack's body once again, their legs
intertwined, holding each other close. Jack's body glistened with sweat,
his buns like large cantaloupes as Brad's hands fondled them, spreading
his cheeks, as he inserted his finger into Jack's hot ass.

        "Oh, sweetheart," Jack murmered as Brad probed his ass and Jack
wiggled on his finger. Brad felt the excitement as Jack took Brads organ
and guided it into him and felt joy as he entered him. He kissed Jack's
neck as he began to move inside him once more, this time with more
assurance.

        "That's it baby, fuck old Jack. Give it to me son. Yes, fuck me,
fuck me hard."

        Jack's encouragement turned Brad on and he moved quicker and
quicker his fingers jerking Jack's cock as he fucked him.

        "Oh, baby cum inside of me and make me cum with you."

        Brad moved faster and faster his prick up to the hilt in Jack's
ass, his balls flapping against Jack's buns. Jack moved his ass to take
Brad's thrusts moaning in pleasure as Brad wailed away on his ass. Brad
stroked Jack's organ and felt the head get larger until he heard Jack
shout, I'm cumming,"  and Brad felt Jack's cream in his hand and he felt
a rush like he had never felt before as he exploded inside of Jack's ass.
He felt the thrill from the tip of his toes to the top of his head as
cream poured out of him and into the rubber. He thought his load would
never stop as his juice filled that rubber to the top. Brad tasted Jack's
cream and was surprised at how sweet it was and licked it up wanting
more.

        They lay there for a few minutes and Jack finally said, " What it
what you thought it would be?"

        "It was better then I ever imagined." He kissed Jack tenderdly.

        "Come let's clean up," Jack said.

        When they both cleaned up, Jack shut out the light and kissed
Brad gently on the lips and said, "I told you I wouldn't hurt you and you
would be safe with me."

        Brad kissed him back and said, "Thank you for everything you did
for me tonight, but I have one more favor."

        "What's that?" Jack asked.

        "Before we leave in the morning can we make love again?"

        "Sure." Jack said and kissed, then held Brad until he fell asleep
in his arms.