Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2022 22:19:22 +0100
From: Gary Morgan <gorm4571@mail.com>
Subject: A HOT HOLIDAY IN AUSTRALIA - PART 3

A HOT HOLIDAY IN AUSTRALIA - PART 03

Yass NSW

Wednesday AM

I woke early to the sound of birds squawking loudly.  I thought of turning
over and going back to sleep but then I looked at the time and saw that it
was 7.30.  I got out of bed, had a shower and dressed.  Not a fan of motel
breakfasts, I decided to pack up, check out and have breakfast at the
nearby McDonalds on the highway.

Outside, it was cold and a bit frosty but the sky was clear so it looked
like it would be another nice day for driving.  I put my bag in the car,
paid the motel manager and headed off.  The main street of Yass was very
quiet at that time of the morning.

The McDonalds was anything but quiet.  It was crowded with lines of people
waiting to make their orders.  Nevertheless, I got my breakfast fairly
quickly and found a seat next to a window.

I found myself sitting next to a big truck-driver type of guy who was
playing with his phone while drinking his coffee.  The remnants of his
breakfast were scattered about his tray.  I thought he glared at me as I
sat down so I decided it might be best to keep to myself. I finished my
breakfast and was just on the last of the coffee when the truck-driver
spoke to me.

'You from Sydney?' he asked.  I nodded.

'Thought so', he said. 'Where are you heading for?'

'Probably aim for Wagga today', I said. 'I'd planned to get there yesterday
but decided to stay over here.  How about you?'

'Melbourne for me and then back to Sydney', he said, pointing to a large
truck and trailer outside.  'Do any good here?' he said.

Sorry, I'm not sure what you mean', I replied.

He turned his phone around and there was my gay dating app profile on his
screen!  He grinned.

I laughed.  'Looks like you got me', I said.

'Yeah, but did you meet anyone here?' he repeated.

I decided to lie.  'No, just had enough driving yesterday and stayed over.
I'm not in a hurry.'

'Never found anyone in this town up for some fun', he said.  I thought I
was wise not to tell him about the luck I'd had.

He got up abruptly from his seat and picked his tray up.

'Can I talk to you outside about something in a minute?' he asked.

'Sure', I said, intrigued.

He turned around and headed for the exit.  Watching him go, I thought he
was quite an imposing figure - tall and solid.  I wouldn't want to upset
him, I thought.  He looked like he could really take care of himself. I
couldn't help but fantasise about him.  He was your classic porno movie
rough truck-driver type.

I finished my coffee and went outside.  He was waiting there for me and
indicated I should walk over towards his truck.  He took long strides and I
found I had to hurry to keep up with him.

When he got to his truck, he turned around and leaned against the steps up
to the cabin door. He sighed.

'Man, I am so horny', he said.  'Could you help me out?'

'Well, it's a bit busy here,' I said, looking around at all the people
coming and going.

'There's a quiet truck stop not far down the road', he said.  'If you could
just give me a quick head job there, I'd really appreciate it'.

The direct approach usually works wonders with me and I felt turned on by
the idea immediately.  He was a very masculine man and the idea of blowing
him was very appealing.

'That's it, just a head job?' I said.  He nodded and suddenly looked
slightly embarrassed.  'Please,' he whispered, with great feeling.  His
plea clinched it!

'You're on', I said.  'I'll meet you there'.

'It's the only truckstop about 20K's from here, you can't miss it', he
said, reaching up and opening the door of his cabin.

I headed back to my car and, as I pulled out of the carpark, I could see
that he had already left.  As I drove on, I felt a bit nervous but also a
growing sense of excitement.  I wondered how big his cock would be.  He was
a big guy but I knew from experience that doesn't mean he'd automatically
have a big one.  Still, it was fun to imagine what I was going to be
working on.

I passed his truck a few minutes later and continued on ahead, watching the
speedometer for the 20 kilometre mark.  The truck stop was just a roadway
off the highway.  There were a couple of covered picnic tables and a
rubbish bin as well.  I pulled in and stopped at about the middle.

His truck arrived a few moments later.  He looked very happy through the
windscreen.  He parked on the opposite side of the roadway from my car.  I
got out and walked over to his truck.  He pushed open the passenger side
door and beckoned to me to climb up.

I'd never been up in a truck cabin before.  It was a bit of climb but I was
soon inside and marvelling at how high up we were.  No-one could see inside
from the roadway.

'Shut the door,' he said.  I did so and turned back to him.  He undid his
belt and pulled his zipper down, lifting his ass off the seat to get his
jeans down around his knees.  He was wearing boxer shorts with a black and
white check pattern.

I reached into the open fly and put my hand around his already hard cock.
There was quite a bit of heat coming off it.  I stroked it and ran my hand
up over the head.  He groaned, closing his eyes.

Then he bent forward and pulled his shorts down as well.  His cock flopped
back against his hairy belly.  It was cut with a nice big head on it and
was about seven and a half inches long.  I stroked it some more and noticed
some precum forming on the top of the head.  It ran down over the head and,
using my hand, I smeared it back over the head in a circular motion.  He
groaned again.

Then I leaned over and put the head in my mouth.  He tasted very fresh and
clean and his precum was sweet.  I swirled my tongue around and over the
head and used my hand to gently jerk him off at the same time.  He lay back
and closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the sensations.

I took more of his cock in my mouth and reached under to massage his hairy
balls, too.  There was plenty of room in the cabin to manoeuvre and I was
able to deep- throat him quite easily.  After a few moments of doing that,
he touched the top of my head and gasped, 'Not too fast.  It's feeling
soooooo good'.

I eased off on the deep throating and licked the shaft and the head,
enjoying his precum, too.  He was gasping with pleasure but didn't feel too
close.

I swallowed him right down again and felt him tense up.  I eased off again
and, lifting his balls up, ran my tongue over them.  He groaned even more
at that.  Then I ran my tongue up the underside of the shaft, over the head
and stuck my tongue into the hole.

'Jesus!' he said, and gripped my shoulder with his left hand.  I swallowed
him right back down to the balls again and kept it full length down my
throat.  I could feel it throbbing.

I took his cock right out of my mouth and gently massaged it with my hand.
Then I went to work on the head again.  He was breathing really heavily and
I sensed he was close to cumming.  One more deep-throat ought to do it!

I started off licking the head lightly and massaging it with my hand.  Then
I suddenly pushed my mouth over it until I had swallowed the whole length
of it.  His ass lifted off the seat and with a groan, I could feel him
starting to cum.  I then rapidly sucked him in and out, feeling my mouth
fill with his hot cum.  I swallowed it but he was still cumming and I
needed to have another big swallow.

With a strong gasp, he collapsed back onto the seat.  I continued to suck
him, avoiding the sensitive head for the moment.  I squeezed his cock with
my fingers and lips to get the last drops out of it.  Then I took it out of
my mouth and suddenly ran my tongue over the head.  He almost sprang off
the seat due to the sensitivity he felt at that moment.  It's always fun to
do that to a guy you've just blown.

'Fuck, man', he said, when he got his breath back. 'That was awesome'.

'Big load', I said. 'You definitely needed some assistance'.

'I wasn't lying', he said, busying himself with a small towel he produced
from a side pocket. Then he pulled his shorts and jeans up and did his belt
up as well.

'Any way of contacting you back in Sydney?' he asked.  'I could do with
more of that sometime'.

'Sure', I said.  I got my phone out and gave him my number.

'I noticed you're bottom in your online profile', he said.  'I'd like to
fuck you, too'.

'It's a date', I said.

'I bet you're a good fuck, 'he said.  'I'll really pound you, I promise'.

It was time to go.  We shook hands and I swung myself down from the cab and
walked over to my car.  He pulled out onto the highway ahead of me and,
when I passed him a few minutes later, he gave me a startling blast on his
horn.  I waved and headed off toward my goal of Wagga.

To be continued....


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