Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2018 18:05:29 -0400
From: ozorli65@aol.com
Subject: Trucker Lift

This is a fictional tale about the hot bear trucker I met online recently.
He is thick and burly and hairy. He is all kinds of delicious.
He seems interested in fucking me, but hasn't happened... Yet!
So this is just fantasy for now.

Let's hope it becomes reality. This story is for you Zack.....
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Trucker Lift

I have had my car for quite a few years now. It has never in 7 years given
my cause to worry about getting stuck somewhere while driving. So I never
figured the need to replace the thing.

But then again I am pretty good about maintenance and such on the car.
Trying to make sure it's running in great condition. Especially when I
decide to do road trips. And I do them frequently.

I think it because I have bit of a phobia about flying. Not that I won't do
it. But it's always nail bittng, clutching to my seat every time I do. And
it's kinda embarrassing when I do that. So unless it's a really long trip I
will drive. So when I planned a trip across the state line to visit a
friend in Arizona recently, I figured I would drive.

"Yeah. I'll be there on Friday" I had said to my friend Lisa

"You know I don't fly woman"

We laughed at my sillyness, but she got it. So I hung up with her as I
prepared for my trip. I called the mechanic to have my car checked out. I
as to drop it off on Wednesday before I left. But for some reason I forgot
to set myself up a reminder on my phone. And things got so crazy at work
that morning that I missed my appointment.

Then when I got home later I saw the message for my appointment on the
message borad I kept in the kitchen.

"Fuck" I crowed

"I missed my car check up"

So I called the mechanic. But got a voicemail instead. I pondered whether
to call someone else.  But then I got a call from the guys wife. He had
been checking messages for him apparently.

"I am so sorry he didn't call you" she said

"He is actually home sick with flu"

"So the shop was closed today"

"Was there something wrong with your car"

"No it was just for a check up" I answered

"Going on a trip"

She apologized up and down for the inconvenience. She suggested I set up
one for after I return. Especially if my car was running fine. Then
apologized again.

"Well that's a fuck to me" I said to myself

"I tried to call a couple of mechanics in the area"

"Just to see if I could get my car in last minute"

But the earliest I could get was the day I was leaving. I considered
cancelling my trip, or at least delaying it. But then I remembered what my
regular mechanics wife had said about 'if the care is running fine'. And it
was. So I decided to bite the bullet and go on my trip without the car
check up.

"I am sure it will be fine" I said to myself

And for the most part it was. The trip out went without a hitch. The long
drive was uneventful and for the most part dull. I saw sights and took some
pictures along the way.

I went to Arizona , visited for several days and then headed back home. And
again for at least half way home, all was good. I stopped at a rest stop in
the desert some 150 miles or so from home.

 It was a hot day as I stopped. I shut off the car and that's when I heard
it make a strange noise. For as the engine died down it sort of puttered
off. At first I wonder what that was. And was it my car. But then brushed
it off. I stopped to pee and get some water.

"Damn it's hot" I said as I stepped out of the bathroom

I saw a truck sitting off to the side where the big 18 wheelers parked. But
other than that truck I was alone there.

I wiped my head with a damp paper towel I got in the restroom. Then headed
back out to my car. I turned the key and that noise came back on. But the
engine just puttered then died. It wouldn't turn over.

"Fuck!" I huffed

"What the Hell"

I paused and then tried again. Again nothing. I looked at the huge and
didn't see anything wrong. The check engine light wasn't even on. So I
thought. 'What the fuck'.

I decided to pop the hood to check the water and the antifreeze. The car
was hot but the levels were fine. And the problem is, save for knowing
where the oil goes and spark plugs I knew little of engines.

I sat there pondering what it could be. Was it sparks, or what else. It
wasn't the battery for it at least tried to turn over. It just didn't. And
I was miles from the nearest town.

"Fuck me a million times" I said

"Should have delayed the trip and had this checked out"

"Fuck me" I said again

I was about to grab my phone and dial for a tow when I saw someone walking
towards me. He was a pretty big guy. But the heat of the day and sweat made
my vision a bit fuzzy as I saw him.

"Everything okay" he said in a deep baritone voice.

For a brief moment i was alarmed. I had seen the scary movies where
someones car dies out in the desert.  Then in those same movies the victim
is hauled off by some crazed lunatic and murdered and eaten. So I
immediately thought I was 'fucked,' cuz this guy looked pretty big.

"Just a bit of car trouble irps all" I said

"Gonna call AAA for a tow"

"I should be fine"

"Thanks"

I wanted to let him know I was calling the service. To make sure he knew I
was getting someone on the phone. I even grabbed my Keyes. Placing them
between my fingers in case I needed to defend myself.

"Mind if I take a look" he then said as he drew nearer

I was going to say no until I saw him. He was a big beefy looking guy for
sure. I did surmise he was the trucker from the only other vehicle here. He
had a cap on his head. So i couldnt see his eyes too clearly.

He had a medium brown beard on his rugged looking face. But it was only the
chin and cheeks half. His moustache was shaved off. I actually seemed to
fit his face.

He wore a buttoned down shirt that had its sleeves rolled up to show his
thick forearms. He had a tattoo on one. I couldn't make it out but wasn't
bothered by it. The shirt itself was a tad snug on his thick frame. The top
buttons on it opened to show part of his chest

"Shiit!" I said as I looked at him

The chest was broad and was showing off some nice fur. Then a large tattoo
on his left peck that appeared to be a flower or something. But I couldn't
see the whole thing.  But what I saw of his big chest caused a stir in my
pants.

"Fuck me" I then mouthed as I looked down to the jeans he wore.

Not as snug as his shirt. But there was a nice bulge to the right of his
zipper. And a beefy looking tube moving southward from it. And my dick
pulsed as I gazed at his crotch.

"I don't mind" he iterated again

"Have had to fix my truck on my own enough times"

So beacuse of the view i had I agreed to letting him look at my car.

"Sure thanks." I said

Then the bug hunky trucker came over to my opened hood and looked in. I
looked at his big beefy butt in those jeans. ...........

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To be continued