Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2018 21:18:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: Behr Forbear <behr4bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Rural Life - Chapter 18: Meet Willy

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My Rural Life - Chapter 18: Meet Willy

It was 5:30am on Monday. The whole crew was present; Uncle Gary, Tiny,
Jack, Tom and the cute receptionist I met on Saturday. The other drivers
and all the lumpers were introduced, but it was a blur of names and
faces. All the men were quit rugged looking and came in various shapes and
sizes, but would most commonly be regarded as bigger than average. They
were either thick with muscle or just plain thick. I could tell it took a
lot of physicality to do this job and work for Uncle Gary. He had explained
that to me on Sunday and how he took great pride in providing for his
men. Hence the workout area, the showers, sauna, etc. They were there to be
used by the men any time they desired, day or night. I had asked Uncle Gary
if he fucked around with all the men and he said no. Most of them were
happily or unhappily married and/or had girlfriends. Most of them didn't
know about him, Tiny, Tom, Jack or the few others. And if they did, no one
made a big deal about it. He was sure others played around together that he
wasn't aware of. He wouldn't tell me who was game for playing around
insisting that I figure it out myself as a sort of test. Sex was sex and a
hole is a hole was the macho motto of the shop, he said. They were all
acquaintances; sometimes they hung out together after work and sometimes on
the weekends. It just depended on the situation. There was clearly a cast
system though. Uncle Gary was clearly the boss though he treated everyone
equally. But within the shop the Drivers were the top of the food
chain. The lumpers maintained a seniority system based on a combination of
length of service and age. None of it was written down, it was just the
atmosphere and for the most part it worked. Everyone knew their place.

Tiny was considered the second in command. He was always in charge when
Uncle Gary wasn't around. The shop foreman was a short, stocky man by the
name of Willy. He kept the people and freight moving seamlessly.

All the truckers I had met including Tiny and Uncle Gary had OTR
assignments that week. Tiny was heading for a southern-states run while
Uncle Gary had a Midwest specialty delivery run. He had to get his cargo
picked up by 11am Monday and then delivered by midnight the next day. It
was going to be a quick run and the schedule would be tight but the payoff
was well worth it. He invited me to go along with him and we would leave in
about an hour.

All the drivers were busy going in and out of the office area; getting
paperwork and other things prepped for their trips. The lumpers had already
been there since 4am and they were working like a hive of bees getting the
freight moved, positioned and loaded. Watching Willy work was like watching
an orchestra leader. He was quick and the pace was frantic but he was
clearly in control and in charge the whole time. Even in what appeared to
be chaos he didn't seem to break a sweat.

I headed to the lounge area to wait until Uncle Gary was ready to
leave. While sitting there flipping through the channels I noticed a couple
of lumpers had come in for a break. After a few minutes they were joined by
a third. We chatted and joked while they took their breaks. They were older
than me by a few years, they all had tattoos and facial hair. Two of them
were on the thick/muscular side the other appeared to be just thick. They
were all hairy, at least the part of their arms and chests that I could see
were. They were all a bit sweaty and stunk of man musk. My dick chubbed up
while I talked with them.

After a few more minutes Willy came into the break area. He made his
pleasantries and then headed for the toilet. I had the angle from where I
was sitting to be able to watch him as he walked down the hallway to the
bathroom. His shoulders were broad, his back wide and his ass was round and
firm. He was thick bodied and short and he reminded me of a bull. He was
bald on top and he wore a thick, dark mustache.

He wasn't in there for more than a minute when the first two guys that had
come in got up and said they had to finish their break and get back on the
floor. They both headed towards the bathroom. They hadn't been in there
more than a minute when the other man excused himself and headed in the
same direction.

Now I'm still a bit innocent but I thought I might be able to catch sight
of one of their cocks if I went in there to piss as well. I waited another
minute or so and none of them came out. So, gathering my courage with a bit
of a flutter in my stomach, I headed down the hallway.

When I pushed open the door there was no one at the pissers. I thought that
strange. I bent down to look under the stalls and there were no work boots
there either. Well that left only two places I thought. I approached the
dry sauna door and there was no one in there. The steam room was all that
was left. It had a glass door but it was reflective and you couldn't see
into it easily, however, from the inside you could see out. The steam was
not running, nor was the sauna for that matter.

I pulled open the door and started leaking precum out of my dick
head. Willy was naked and he was on his knees in the middle of the
room. The other three men were pissing all over him. One was pissing on his
back and the other two were aiming for his open mouth. Willy was
frantically jacking his cock as the piss ran down his squat, thick frame
and into the drain on the floor.

A couple of the guys stumbled nervously at my entrance, but the third one
was a bit nonchalant.

"Willy, here is taking his refreshment break Mark," he said. "If'n you want
to contribute he'll take all you have to give."

I didn't respond except to step up between the two men in front of him,
unbutton and unzip my jeans and whip out my now fully hard cock.

"Well, shit guys, I'm hard as a fucking rock. I couldn't piss on him now
even if he was on fire." I said jokingly.

"Bust your nut on him first." The talkative one said, "He likes cum as much
as piss"

With that I started stroking my cock, slowly at first but then I sped up as
I watched how Willy relished in the piss from these three lumpers. He was
lapping at it like a dog and his cock was rock hard. The warm piss had
matted his chest and stomach hair and even the hair on his thighs was
wet. The man was utterly drenched in piss. And these three seemed to be an
endless supply. Each of their cocks I noticed were semi hard as they aimed
their streams at their foreman. The man that was behind Willy, pissing on
his back, finally stopped and he started stroking his cock. It seemed he
was going to blow a load onto the man between them though he didn't
announce that as his intentions.

The other two's streams finally slowed as well and I couldn't hold back. I
stepped up closer to Willy's wet face and shot a steamy rope of cum right
into his mouth. It mixed in with the other's piss and Willy moaned in
appreciation and lust. Just then he started bucking back and forth and he
shot his load between my boots.

That sent the man behind Willy over the edge and he unloaded onto his
foreman's back. The other two were now stroking as well and as I stepped
back they stepped forward putting their cocks into Willy's still open
mouth. They started double fucking mixing their precum with the remainder
of my cum and their piss as they rubbed their cocks together inside the
man's mouth and around his lips.

After a couple of minutes they both started nutting into the short man's
face. They creamed him inside his mouth and out. Willy just continued to
moan and shake through his own orgasm. All three men used his wet hair,
mustache and face to wipe off their cocks before putting them away.

"Thanks Willy. I definitely needed that this morning", the talkative one
said as they all headed for the door. I turned to go with them as Willy
started to get up. "He fucking loves that shit. Get's me hard every time I
think about it." the man said to no one in particular as we all exited the
steam room. The others smiled and acknowledged the comment.

"I fucked my wife last night and the whole time I was thinking of pissing
on Willy this morning. Sure makes Monday's worth it." another of them said
and they headed down the hallway their break apparently over. I heard one
of the showers start behind me; Willy was getting cleaned up.

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