Date: Fri, 18 Apr 2003 10:50:29 EDT
From: SCASS3254@aol.com
Subject: Trucker Jack meets Jeremiah

			Trucker Jack meets Jeremiah
			By scass3254@aol.com


	Jack watched the first drop of rain as it exploded onto the
windshield and then he heard the clap of thunder as lighting filled the
fading sky. Miss Cherry was running on fumes and Jack needed a place to
stay for the night. He had been on the go since very early morning as he
raced the storm clouds knowing it was time to call it a day. He pulled off
the turnpike, down a small stretch of highway and into a motel and gas
station that was off the beaten track. It wasn't a rest stop that truckers
normally used, but one that Jack's fuck buddies had told him about. His
friend claimed that the food was terrific, the place clean and the owner
always in heat.  Jack checked himself in the visor mirror, rubbed his
beard, brushed back his hair and climbed out of the cab and ran to the
small office to check in.

	"Any room at the inn?" Jack inquired shaking off like a dog coming
in out of the rain.  A man sat reading a magazine; the TV set droning on in
the background along with a radio playing classical music.

	"Any vacancies?" Jack asked again with a smile in his voice.

	The man peered over his glasses that were perched on the bridge of
his long, thin nose and looked at Jack for a long moment. No words were
spoken but the man's sad, hound dog brown eyes studied Jack making him
uncomfortable. The man put the paper down on the cluttered counter top and
took the glasses that hung from a long chain from his thin, gaunt face and
smiled.  He was an older man, close to seventy, with a shiny baldpate that
was sweating although the office was cold. He came out from behind the
counter and checked out Jack.

	"For you I'll make an exception. The place is full but you can bunk
with me if you like. Got an extra bed in the room that you can use and the
price is right." He was thin and wiry. Jack looked down at the man's basket
and he was showing lots of beef through the thin cotton jeans that he wore.
"The food is the best in these parts. Cook it myself with love and care and
a man like yourself." He patted Jack's beefy belly. "Yes, a man could fill
up on my stuffed pork chops and mashed potatoes with gravy and biscuits,"
he kissed his fingers. "The angels cry for my meat," and he laughed.

	"Your offer sounds mighty tempting but I wouldn't want to put you
to any trouble," Jack said.

	"Mister, it wouldn't be any trouble. It's pouring out and going to
get worst according to the TV and radio so it's best you stay the night,
that is if you are so inclined." He looked at Jack's open shirt and beefy
chest and could see the large nipples poking trough Jack's sweat stained
shirt. "The water's hot and you look like you could use a good shower to
relax you before you had dinner. My name is Jeremiah, Jeremiah Carter and
who might you be?"

	"Jack Armstrong."

	Jeremiah put his thin, bony fingers around Jack's muscular arm and
held it there. Jack could hear Jeremiah breathing and smelled mint on his
breath and Jack wondered if it was to conceal liquor on his breath.

	"You're a little too large to be the All American Boy but I'm not
complaining mind you."

	Jack smiled showing his white, even teeth.

	"You do have that All American smile though and quite a smile it
is."  Jeremiah patted Jack's belly again rubbing it, as some would do to a
Buddha for good luck. "Now, do you want that room or not?"


	"How can I refuse such an offer? By the way, how much is the room?"

	Jeremiah laughed this little boy's laugh that was full of mischief
and scrunched up his face. "That depends."

	"On what?" Jack responded.

	"On how good an All American boy you are."

	Jack was tempted just to leave but his friend said that he would
not regret his night there so Jack smiled, his blue eyes alive.

	"I can be pretty good under the right circumstances."

	"Then you've come to the right place. Jack, let me show you to your
room."


	Jeremiah had a small house behind the office that was down a path
shaded by cypress trees. It wasn't large or spacious house but overflowing
with antiques and to Jack's untrained eye not the bric-a-bracs that Jack
had expected. Cooking books lined the shelfs and an array of cooking
magazines were scattered on an end table.

	"Let me show you to the work room," Jeremiah said with a twinkle in
his eye. "Hasn't had as much work as I like since the highway went up, the
pickings have been slim."

	The bedroom was done in dark green and there was regimental stripe
wallpaper on the walls. A large oak bed sat in the middle of the room
surrounded by books. Paintings covered the walls.

	"Your bed is in the corner unless you want to share mine with me?"
He said it so matter of fact that Jack didn't take offense.

	"That depends on how good those pork chops of yours are."


	"As good as you're going to get and what you'll get in bed is
better."

	"Then I'll share your bed." Jack didn't know why he said it but the
words popped out of his mouth. Jeremiah was seventy and although age was
never a factor with Jack, the man looked so frail.

	Jeremiah came up and kissed Jack on the lips and his lips were
sweet on his mouth. "I was hoping that you would say that." He reached his
hand in and felt Jack's fleshy chest, feeling the smoothness of his skin
until his fingers found Jack's nipples that he rubbed softly with his thumb
and forefinger. He was taller then Jack and kissed Jack's neck and his
earlobe, nipping it softly and putting his tongue inside of Jack's
ear. This man knew what he was doing and Jack dick was standing tall.

	Jeremiah's fingers adroitly opened Jack's shirt revealing his
fleshy chest and smooth belly. Jeremiah bent down and kissed Jack's belly,
his tongue inside the bellybutton as his long fingers and hands touched
Jack's body as he unbuttoned Jack's Khaki's and let them slip down to his
knees. Jack stood there in his jockeys and the tent in his pants was
beginning to leak pre cum. Jeremiah took off Jack's sneakers and sat him
down on the large bed as Jeremiah helped him off with his socks. He gently
pushed Jack back on the bed and slipped off Jack's briefs. Jeremiah stood
there admiring Jack.

	"I knew that you had a beautiful piece and I want all of it but
first a hot shower while I go into the kitchen and prepare that meal for
you. There's a robe hanging behind the bathroom door." He bent down and
kissed the head of Jack's cock and tasted the leaking pre cum. "Yes, sweet
as the man."


	Jack devoured the pork chops that were smothered in onions and had
doubles on the buttery mashed potatoes that were smooth and creamy, He
relished the best pecan pie that he had ever eaten. Jeremiah was talkative
and told Jack that he had been a professional chef who owned his own
restaurant back in New Jersey.  When he retired, he moved down to these
parts and opened up the motel just wanting to eked out a living and not
have the pressure that running a restaurant entailed. Sex was a thing of
the past until he devised the story that the place was full. He had had a
few men, mostly truckers and word of mouth was getting him a lot of
newcomers like Jack.

	"I saved my money and with social security, I do all right. I have
a young kid who helps me when I want to fish or visit friends. He's gay and
I let him use the cabins when he needs to. He never hustles and is no
trouble and nobody in town is the wiser."

	They talked and it was time for bed. Jeremiah made room in the bed
and Jack got in. Jeremiah looked at the full body of the man lying close to
him and reached out and touched Jack. His hands were soft and there was
sensuality to his caresses that had Jack's dick standing at attention. He
lay on top of Jack and began kissing him, his tongue entering Jack's mouth
that was eager as their tongues touched. His kisses were sweet and tender
as his hands touched Jack's cheeks and hair. Jack reached down and felt
Jeremiah's wiry body. He was smooth and muscular and Jack's hand settled in
the soft pubic hairs of Jeremiah's mound.

	Jeremiah moaned and Jack looked down at the largest cock that he
ever had the pleasure to see. Jack was not a size queen but if he were, he
would be in size queen heaven. Jeremiah's dick was at least ten inches long
and thick. Jack's fingers touched the head and Jeremiah dick twitched and
Jack saw the beads of pre cum that began leaking. Jack wanted this old
man's cock, wanted it in his mouth and ass and he was going to have it.

	"That is some tool you have?" Jack said respectfully. Never seen
one that big."

	Jeremiah smirked. "It surprises a lot of men. They can't believe an
old fart like me is hung like a mule and more surprised when they see it in
full bloom. I've been blessed that the plumbing still works and it still
gets as hard as steel. Most men when I'm finished having sex with them,
they wished it had never ended and I'm proud to say that some of these guys
drive hundreds of miles out of the way for some of my beef." He laughed and
there was something lewd and lascivious in his laughter. "Like my cooking,
I take pride in my abilities in the sack. If that sounds egotistical, then
it is. Us old guys and there are plenty of us out there still know a hell
of a lot more then these snot noses who thinking that fucking is just
sticking it in a hole. Some never learn. Shoot, I've been talking like a
damn fool and letting my cock go soft."

	Jack's placed his mouth around the head, licking it and tasting the
saltiness of Jeremiah's pre cum. He licked at the head and it felt like
velvet against his tongue. Jack placed his hand firmly around the thick
shaft as the sleeping giant began to awaken to make sure he wouldn't gag
when he began to suck on this magnificent tool. He ran his head around the
head and down the shaft slowly looking at the thin veins that ran the
length of his dick as his mouth took more and more of Jeremiah's meat into
his mouth as it hardened. It was stiff as a telephone pole as Jack moved up
and down feeling it at the back of his throat.

	"Oh, you're good," Jeremiah cooed, "really good. I would love to
stick my poker up that beautiful round ass of yours. That's a mighty fine
dumpster and old Willy here would love to make love to it." He grabbed hold
of his meat.

	Jack had many men fuck him but never one at seventy years of age
with a cock that was the sausage of life.


	"I'm game. Never had one that big in me before."

	"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

	Jeremiah reached into a night table and pulled out rubbers that
Jack assumed had to be extra large and a long thin instrument.

	"What's that? Jack asked quizzically.

	"A turkey baster."

	"And what do you plan on doing with it?"

	"Jack, I have an unusually large cock and over the years I have had
trouble fucking men and that is what I love to do as much as I love to suck
on a beautiful dick. I have learned this technique from my restaurant
experience and it works great. You baste meat to keep it tender so it
doesn't dry out. Well, this baster, I use to keep the ass moist and makes
it easier to get the lubricant all the way in. Not to worry. I won't hurt
you."

	Jack looked at Jeremiah and smiled. "I trust you.

	Jack lie on his side and felt Jeremiah kissing his round buns, his
tongue between the crack of his ass and licking at the perineum that had
Jack moving his ass back and forth as he felt Jeremiah's tongue moving in
small circles on his rosebud. The thrill had Jack crying out in ecstasy as
he felt a finger enter his ass and slowly move into him. It was done so
smoothly as Jack danced on Jeremiah's long finger enjoying it. Then
Jeremiah inserted two fingers. It felt so good as Jeremiah finger fucked
him and when he felt Jack was ready, he took some Crisco oil and drew it up
into the turkey baster. With Jack's ass opened up, Jeremiah squirted it
in. Jack felt the warm oil as it flooded his ass and felt his own dick that
was hard as he played with himself.

	"The oil is an excellent lubricant and you will be able to take
me. If for any reason you are hurting or feel discomfort, please tell me
and I'll stop." He kissed Jack's buns one at a time and Jack felt this
incredible piece of meat at the crack of his ass rubbing up and down,
against him. Then he placed the massive head of his cock against Jack's ass
and pushed gently and Jack felt it slide in.

	"Am I hurting you?"

	"Oh, no, I'm fine. I want the whole nine yards inside of me. This
butt craves loving and I'm ready for what you're about to give me. "

	Jeremiah moved carefully entering Jack's ass and Jack felt this
magnificent piece of meat filling him. The feeling was indescribable as
Jeremiah began to move more and more of his thick, long dick into Jack
until he was all the way in. The turkey baster had worked. After the
initial shock, Jack began to move his ass as Jeremiah began to fuck him. He
was gentle and tender moving slowly letting Jack get use to the size and
thickness, as he felt full with Jeremiah inside of him. Jeremiah squeezed
Jack's tits gently as he moved in and out of Jack calling out Jack's name
as he fucked him. Jack moved his hips and ass to take the magnificent tool
that was making love to his ass. He kissed Jack's neck and ran his hand
through his hair and talked to him with loving words. This old man was a
master in the sack as he made love to Jack's ass.

	"Oh, Jeremiah," Jack cried out as Jeremiah moved faster and faster
and Jack felt like he was going to cum as he felt the huge piece pressing
against his prostate. Jack gyrated his hips and felt the huge cock fucking
him and together they worked as a precision piece of machinery moving as
one.

	"Oh, baby, you're going to make old Jeremiah come. I want it to
last forever but this old man had got to be released." With that he
unloaded inside Jack who kept pumping until Jeremiah went limp inside of
him. He took his cock out and got between Jack's legs and did something
that Jack never expected. He took out his false teeth and began to suck.

	Jack had never been gummed before and as Jeremiah said he loved to
suck as much as he loved to fuck and suck he did. His mouth and tongue made
Jack feel like he had never felt before as this old man gummed him and Jack
knew that he was going to cum and cried out, "here it is and filled
Jeremiah's mouth with his load. Jeremiah was greedy and took it all in
letting not a drop drip down his mouth as his tasted Jack's ambrosia. Jack
was spent as Jeremiah licked the last bead of cum that had formed at the
piss hole and licked it.

	"That's almost as good as my gravy," Jeremiah smiled and held Jack.

	That night Jack slept soundly and when he left the following
morning, Jeremiah had a magnificent breakfast waiting and the bill.

	"Here's the bill he said and kissed Jack firmly on the
lips. "Thanks for a beautiful night that I shall remember until you come by
these parts again."

	Jack drove away and watched Jeremiah waving until Jack was out of
sight.