Date: Mon, 29 Jan 2018 21:56:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: Behr Forbear <behr4bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Rural Life - Chapter 13: Meet Tiny

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My Rural Life - Chapter 13: Meet Tiny


I needed a break from all this so I told Todd I was going to take the next
week off. Roy had a brother who could help out in my absence and Todd told
me I was guaranteed to get my job back once I returned. I fucked Bill that
Friday night. There was still an animal lust between us but it had been
tempered some by what I could only describe as a genuine affection for the
guy. He seemed to reciprocate the same feeling. I stopped by Roy's that
Saturday morning to pick him up. I blew him again on the way to Todd's as a
sort of farewell for the week. I dropped him off, said my good byes to
everyone, hopped in my truck and headed south out of town towards my Uncle
Gary's place.

He knew I was coming; I had arranged it all the day before. He said he was
home for the weekend but would be out on the road all next week and that I
would be welcome to ride along with him if I wanted. I wanted. After all
the excitement of the last couple of weeks I was looking forward to some
long, boring ass road trips in my Uncle's big rig. I have to admit though,
the thought of fucking the big man in the cab of his rig got me hard and
leaking every time I thought about it. When I recalled the rim job he gave
me, my first and only thus far, my ass hole twitched.



I was about an hour into the trip, he was only a couple hours away from my
town, and I needed to piss. I pulled into the next truck stop/gas station
for some relief. I headed to the shitter. It was down a long hallway that
had a game room, a laundry room and a TV room off of it. At the end it had
a men's room on one side and a lady's room on the other. I pushed the men's
room door open. This actually led into a small hallway that had shower
rooms along one side and a bank of sinks and urinals along the other. At
the end was a row of shitter stalls on the same side as the showers. The
shower room doors were all open and I could see that once inside there was
a small changing area and a shower stall in each. The last shower room was
occupied. I could hear the water running and the door was closed. The only
handicap stall in the place shared a wall with this shower room. I went
into it. I always use the handicap stalls when they're available because I
like the extra room. Because they don't get used much, they're usually a
bit cleaner as well. I stepped up to the shitter and started pulling my
dick out to piss when I noticed a hole in the shared wall with the occupied
shower room. It wasn't a giant hole but it was good sized. Now that I
noticed it I could hear the shower through the hole too. I bent forward,
forgetting my piss need and surveyed what I could see.



The hole went through to the shower room all right. I could easily see the
full changing area as the hole was positioned close to the shower stall but
in the changing part of the room. The shower curtain wasn't fully closed
and there in the shower was one big fucking trucker. He had jet black hair,
fur really, as he was as covered from neck to toe as Uncle Gary. He was
bald and had a jet black go-t. He could be described as "thick". His
thighs, arms, torso; all were just thick and fur covered. He was tall too,
probably 6'5" or more. His hands and feet were enormous and so was his
meat. It hung over the top of his balls which themselves were huge and low
slung. His cock was long enough, even soft, such that the tip of his cock
was blow his hanging nuts. He appeared to be finishing up his shower. His
black fur matted down in natural patterns that enhanced his physical
appearance and gave him a pure manly look.

My cock was hard as a rock watching this man shower. Besides sex and
bathroom duties, there is nothing more intimate and private than taking a
shower. To be viewing this set my voyeur lust into high gear. I started
jacking my cock as I shifted to be on both knees in front of the hole. It
seemed whoever put it here knew the perfect height to make it. While I
watched, the big brute trucker grabbed his towel and started drying
himself. Another intimate act as he dried his crotch and ran the towel
through his ass crack. He spent a fair amount of time actually, drying his
cock and balls, making sure he got the moisture out of all the nooks and
crannies. As he carried on drying himself I got to take in his full
features as he turned this way and that, bent over, lifted limbs,
etc. After getting mostly dry he stepped into the changing area and was
facing the opposite wall from me. I was only inches from the man's hairy
ass. I could smell the soap and feel the warmth off his body from the hot
shower.

I wanted to reach through the hole and touch him. I wouldn't have been able
to get my hand through the hole but I sure wanted to. He continued to move
around in front of my lusting eyes. When he bent forward to pull on his
boxers I got the perfect view of the man's densely covered hairy ass
crack. I thought I could even see a bit of pucker hidden in there and then
I shot my load. It hit the wall with force and I shook uncontrollably for a
few seconds. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to catch this trucker in
such a private, if mundane, situation. He slipped on his boxers, covering
his big, hairy ass. Then his t-shirt and then he pulled on his socks,
pants, then slipped into his boots. I trembled through my orgasm while I
watched the rest of this. When he was done and started packing up his
toiletries I stood up, cleaned up and stood over the toilet to piss. After
all my bladder was fucking full and it was the reason I was there to begin
with. It took a few minutes for my hard on to go down enough that I could
finally force a stream. In the meantime I heard the big man next door leave
the shower room and heard the sound of his boots against the tile fade as
he headed for the exit. I finally did my business and left too. I looked
around, trying to be casual; he wasn't in the game room, TV room or laundry
so I kept going. A quick glance around the store and the adjoining
restaurant didn't reveal the giant trucker either. `Oh well. That's one for
jack off material I thought'. Even if I had seen him I'm not sure what I
would have done. But he was gone so it was immaterial now. As I got back in
my pickup and started back onto the interstate I took notice of the exit
number; I was definitely going to stop here again when I had the chance.



I arrived at Uncle Gary's shop, well more like operation. He had built
essentially a small trucking terminal. He could store some goods, had room
for transferring goods etc. About 4 trucks could be in bay at any given
time. The whole place was clean, tidy and well kept. The grounds were
maintained and inside was appropriately appointed. It was all very
masculine, not sleazy, just brawny. That was the best way to describe
it. From the pipe fencing around the grounds to the decorations, it just
appeared `masculine'. It was an unforced and very natural feeling. It was
Saturday so there was one receptionist on duty. She was cute and sexy in
her own way. Very good eye candy for the truckers coming through here. I
wondered if she ever got busy with any of them. As she walked away from me
down the hall to tell Uncle Gary I was there, I could definitely see why he
hired her. I would have loved to tap that pussy and my cock gave a twitch.



Uncle Gary came out of his office and headed my way with a big inviting
smile, open arms and happy air about him. Deena, I later found out her
name, came back to the front behind him.

"Come in, come in Mark." he said as he reached a small half saloon door
built into the counter and urged me through to follow him. We shook hands
and he pulled me into him for a big bear hug. The touch and smell of the
big man made my cock chub up more so than Deena. I hoped she wouldn't
notice. "Come on back here." Uncle Gary urged me towards the hallway
towards his office. "How have you been little nephew?"

"Great Uncle Gary. Just thought I would spend some time away from home. You
know, take a bit of a breather from the norm." I said. We continued the
chit chat as we reached his office, and made ourselves comfortable. He had
some leather sofas and we took up sitting there as we talked. We got caught
up on all the family gossip, the weather, business, etc. It was about noon
so Uncle Gary offered to take me out to lunch. He said he would give me the
nickel tour when we got back.



Steak and potatoes can't be wrong for any meal and Uncle Gary took me to
the best place for it. We ate well, talked some more and generally had a
good time. I was totally relaxed around him, even more so since we had
fucked, but there was a definite casual, relaxed feel to our being around
one another. This despite of course that the man was over twice my age and
a successful businessman and I couldn't even tell you what I wanted to do
with my life yet.



We talked about our personal lives after having exhausted the family
talk. Despite having been married once, Uncle Gary was a confirmed
bachelor. Said the married life had its perks, but in the end he was more
of a loner. After the waitress had cleared the plates he sort of leaned in
towards me and half whispered. "So, the minute I saw you in the lobby, my
ass puckered up. You going to fuck me while you're here visiting your old
Uncle?"

"Well," I said conspiratorially, "First, middle aged is not Old and you are
definitely not old when it comes to your sex drive. Two, I had hoped I
wouldn't have to ask, so three, yeah, I'll fuck you as long as you can take
it." My eyes glinted and he smiled a little wicked smile.

"Well, you have no idea what I can take, but your little dinkus is
definitely at the top of my must have list." He said smiling at his own
joke about my size. My cock grew to full hard and I felt a bit of precum
leak out.

"I believe it was my little dinkus that made you beg me for it in the first
place." I said playfully, rewriting history a little bit.

He laughed, agreed, slapped his big, meaty palm on my back and said it was
time to head back to the office. He told me about the whole operation on
the way back and continued as he gave me a tour. He had 6 trucks that he
owned plus he contracted with 4 other drivers. They hauled everything from
hazmat stuff to steel beams. Whatever the client needed. Two of his
personal trucks were configured for specialty hauls. These were used for
items that needed to be chartered directly from one place to another,
usually on a very tight deadline and they were usually very valuable
items. Sometimes they were machine parts, sometimes scientific or other
equipment and sometimes military or other government agency transports. He
usually did these runs himself and he had another trusted driver with
appropriate clearances that could make these kinds of transports as
well. Though the trucks were expensive to customize and expensive to
operate, the costs of the transports easily made up for it. He said he
could make just two specialty runs in a year and he could cover his cost
including the other driver's sizable salary. As it was he was getting about
one a month.



The `terminal' area, which was behind the office area, was a large open
space. It was marked off on the floor in various locations and there were
goods stored in these areas. There was a crew of ten lumpers working today;
moving freight from one truck to another or to and from one of the storage
areas. Generally he said on a given week day he has 10 - 15 lumpers
working. There were two trucks backed up to the bays and he said that
during the week there is never less than 3 filled at all times.



We walked all the way across the terminal floor and entered a glass door
there. Inside were two men relaxing on couches watching TV. This was the
driver's lounge. He introduced me to the two truckers. They were both
contract drivers that came through here only on occasion. I looked around
the place. While it wasn't as nicely appointed as the front offices it was
clearly nicer than any truck stop he had ever been in, and it was
functional. There was a small kitchen area with a long dining table to the
right of the door we just entered. The whole space was open and bright. The
hallway continued straight ahead of us. He showed me a sleeping room that
had sturdy bunk beds, about six beds in all, in it. Across from that was an
area with a couple of computers and tables and phones. Further down the
hall on the same side as the bunk room was the bathroom. It had three
shower stalls, sinks, urinals and shitters. There was also a small sauna
and steam room that were accessible from inside the bathroom. They were
small, but each could hold 7-8 people at a time. The bathroom could also be
accessed from the bunk room via a shared door I noticed. Across from that
room was a door that simply said employees only. He explained that that was
the cleaning closet and other misc items. There was an exit that led out
back. We stepped out and there was a good sized yard with well-kept green
grass, shade trees, some picnic tables a smoking area, some outdoor
exercise equipment and in one corner, a big hot tub. It was all surrounded
by a high privacy fence.

I complimented him on the whole setup. He said his drivers and those that
came through here all enjoyed it very much. It was clear he took pride in
his business and really took care of his drivers. He said it was the least
he could do since they spent so much time away from their families and at
dirty, dingy truck stops. He could provide all the amenities of truck stop
except filling up with diesel and he was working on getting his permits for
that right now.



We heard a truck horn and Uncle Gary said the last truck of the day had
just arrived. It was one of his drivers and as soon as he was unloaded, and
these other two trucks completed their loading, we would be done for the
day. "Come on," He said and headed back into the lounge from the rec area,
"I'll introduce you to Tiny." I followed my uncle back through the driver's
lounge. One of the truckers was gone and the other was dozing watching
NASCAR. As we exited into the terminal, Tiny was handing a clip board to
one of the lumpers and giving him some final instructions. Tiny, was
anything but. As we approached the man I had a twinge of recognition in my
brain and big twitch in my crotch. There was the big bald giant from the
truck stop shower room. Uncle Gary was grinning from ear to ear as he
reached the man and shook his hand. My uncle was not a small man but next
to Tiny he was the one that seemed tiny. They were perfect contrasts too;
my uncle was big thick and red headed with a full head of hair and
beard. Tiny was a giant, tall and thick with a dark complexion with that
jet black hair everywhere but his head. I stepped up and put out my hand,
"I'm Mark sir, nice to meet you." I said a bit nervously. I had just seen
this man naked not 3 hours ago and here he was, one of my Uncle's
employees. "I'm Tiny. Nice to meet you Mark." He said. His voice was a deep
bass; low and thick and sort of shook my chest from the inside out it
seemed. My dick was now rock hard in my wranglers and it was surely leaking
copious amounts of precum. When I pulled my hand back I actually smelled
the familiar faint scent of the soap he used back at the showers.

They exchanged pleasantries and then started talking business as we headed
towards the offices. Tiny explained that he had some time to kill so he had
stopped to clean up at the rest stop back up the interstate, then headed
over to his drop/pickup point across town and then back here to transfer
the freight to be ready for shipping on Monday. They filed paperwork and
such and then Uncle Gary asked Tiny to close up while he and I headed out
to get me settled in for the week. Tiny agreed.



I just watched the two men work; amazed at how they both filled up the
office space with their physical size. I couldn't decide if I should tell
Uncle Gary that I saw one of his workers naked, but I'm sure he would be
interested in the cock on that man. Maybe I would mention it. My mind
started racing to figure how I might catch this man in another compromising
position. I was uncomfortable sitting there trying to massage and hide my
hard on although neither of them really took notice of me while they were
working.



Once the details of the rest of the day were arranged, we headed out the
door. Deena left at 2 when the front office closed so we finished locking
all that up. I hoped into my truck and followed Uncle Gary in his Silverado
3500 out to his ranch. He had 40 acres outside of town. It had a private
lake and it was secluded. There were no houses around for miles. He kept a
few cows and a couple of horses but that was about the extent of his
"ranch". He just liked to call it that for shits. I had been to his place a
few times before for family visits or the occasionally party, but I would
definitely get lost trying to find it myself. We were greeted by his dogs
and we headed into the ranch-style, rustic house.

After getting all my things into the guest bedroom he turned to me and
said, "Well give up that dick nephew, my ass has been twitchin' all fucking
day!" He said smiling as he started unbuttoning his jeans and kicking off
his ropers. I didn't need any more encouragement than that. He lay across
the bed on his back and pulled his knees up exposing his man hole. The red
hairs around his hole were dark and matted with sweat and it seemed to
pulse in anticipation of my entry. There was something exciting about an
older man, as macho as my Uncle, submitting his ass in such a way to me. It
drove my lust meter off the charts. I didn't even take time to wet my
willy, I just stepped up, spread the precum around his still twitching hole
and started putting pressure on it.



"Fuck yeah Mark. Take my fucking ass. Let me feel that big dick in me." He
said through bated breath. And I did give it to him. I started pressing
harder and shortly his experienced hole granted me access. I started with
short staccato strokes and then as he loosened up I started pounding his
hole harder and longer. It felt so good. We were going on like this for a
while. We changed positions every time he sensed I was about to blow. I
took him on the floor on all fours, on the bed with both legs over my
shoulders, and even him lying on his side and me fucking into him
sideways. That was a fucking turn on. Eventually we made it back to him on
his back and me standing at the bedside fucking his exposed ass. I then had
an idea and bent down and started licking the head of his long, fat
engorged cock. I couldn't get much further down than the crown because of
the position and my fucking rhythm but it definitely made me harder and him
moan louder. I was bent over him in this way, still fucking and sucking
myself silly, when I was startled to feel hands on my ass. My ass crack was
already opened up a bit from the position I was in and whoever it was
spread me fully open and then started rimming my sweaty hole. It felt so
good and wonderful that I didn't dare break the rhythm or the position,
even to see who it was. It didn't take too many swipes around my hole with
what was obviously an experienced tongue to start my orgasm. I started
shooting into Uncle Gary and when he felt this, it sent him over the top as
well. I started swallowing his copious load as it flowed out of his fuck
stick. Whoever was behind me was still working my ass with their tongue as
I shook through the tremors of my orgasm. I finally rose up off of Uncle
Gary's dick, letting it slap back against his stomach. I was still shaking
from blowing my load and I took a glance back to see who was working my ass
so expertly. It was fucking Tiny! He has down in a sort of strange position
due to his enormous size but it was definitely the big giant trucker that
was eating me out on the backside. My cock surged again at the sight and
realization and I started bucking into Uncle Gary's ass again. It didn't
take but a few thrusts and I was shooting again up his shitter. He was
moaning, I wanted to cry from the great feelings in my ass and my dick and
Tiny started moaning as well, feeling my ass ring clamp around his tongue.
The vibration of that man's moans came through his tongue and lips, right
up my sphincter and to my dick causing it to jerk again. What a sensation!
I finally collapsed onto my uncle's still hard dick and chest.  We were
sweating profusely and there was the smell of sweat, sex and ass all
through the room. From behind me Tiny stood up releasing my ass and asked
in that low bass voice with a slight country drawl, "You mind if I have a
go at Gary's ass now Mark?" I shook myself to recognition of what he was
asking and why and realized that I was still buried up there and in his
way. So, I slide my cock out of Uncle Gary's red, angry asshole and sort of
slide off his chest to one side. Tiny put his hands behind Uncle Gary's
knees and pushed them up and over his chest. I had to watch and was
mesmerized by the size of that man's cock while hard. I mean it was a
monster when soft but now it was unreal. It was long and stiff and veiny
without a single curve or blemish. It was the perfect cock. He moved his
hips to rest the head of the thing at Uncle Gary's shitter and just plunged
it in in a slow, steady thrust. Uncle Gary moaned and whimpered and then
started growling as Tiny was nearing completion of his docking with his
ass. Uncle Gary had a wild look in his eyes; one that said he was fully in
lust. It was animalistic and raw. The pheromone level in the small room had
risen and even my spent dick started to respond again.

This giant of a man was as graceful in his fucking as he was big. It seemed
effortless but clearly he was enjoying it. After a few minutes he started
to fuck faster and more urgently. His breathing was shallower and Uncle
Gary seemed to be matching him in excitement. I lay there watching all this
and decided I wanted to be a part of it. I leaned over and started sucking
Uncle Gary. He was way bigger than Roy and I couldn't get it all in my
mouth even at this easier angle but it was enough pleasure to send him over
the edge for his second cum in 20 minutes. This caused Tiny to blow as
well. With each deep stroke he went deeper and deeper and each time Uncle
Gary moaned loader at the intrusion. The dick was so big it seemed to be
pulling Uncle Gary inside out with each back stroke. After about 4 tremors
Tiny pulled his cock out and aimed it at my face where I was still nursing
Uncle Gary's hard cock. He had one blast left and it hit me right on the
cheek. I moaned my lust and appreciation and then scooped it up and ate it,
tasting the difference in him and Uncle Gary. Tiny then pushed his hips
forward so that his still hard cock was resting next to Uncle Gary's, right
next to my mouth. So I did what I know Sheriff Holace Manning would do and
I started cleaning them both off. I couldn't even get a quarter of Tiny's
big dick in my gob so I resorted to hands and lips and sliding up and
down. He seemed to genuinely enjoy the feeling.



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