Date: Wed, 30 May 2018 19:45:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: Behr Forbear <behr4bear@yahoo.com>
Subject:  My Rural Life - Chapter 20: Big Carl?s Big Ten Truck Stop

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My Rural Life - Chapter 20: Big Carl's Big Ten Truck Stop

  The truck stop was old and a bit run down; it was definitely showing its
years. Uncle Gary and I got a bite to eat and then he took me to the
bathroom. After entering through the door there was a counter manned by a
big guy who it turns out is Big Carl's younger brother. I sensed from our
brief encounter that he was a little slow. We went into the driver's lounge
where there were a few truckers sitting around watching TV. A couple of
sets had porn going and although no one was jacking off out right, some
were doing just short of that through their jeans.  We proceeded down a
short hallway where there was what looked like sleeping rooms along one
wall and bathroom/shower facilities along the other. The second to last
room drew my attention. As we approached I could hear that there were a
number of men in that room. They were hootin' and hollerin' and were
generally cursing and making a ruckus. Uncle Gary and I entered the room
and there were indeed a few men there. They seemed to be arrayed in a
circle of sorts with someone in the center. I took stock and noticed that
there were easily 10 men in the room, not counting the one in the
center. There were truckers of all stripes, sizes and shapes. There were
three men in military cammies too. Some had their cocks out stroking,
others just had them free of the confines of their jeans, and still others
were rubbing their hard-ons through their pants. We pressed closer.

I looked into the center of the ring and couldn't believe who was there. It
was Mack, the leader of that motorcycle club from my home town. There was
no mistaking the man. He was big and memorable from the night that he
fucked Bill and had me suck him off along with the rest of the club's
members. The big, butch motorcycle gang leader was on his hands and knees
at the feet of a particularly rough looking trucker. The man stood over six
feet easily and was wearing a red flannel shirt, dusty wranglers and calf
high lace up boots that were well worn and dirty. Mack, easily the man's
equal in size if not bigger, was face down at the man's feet cleaning his
boots with his tongue. The lumberjack trucker and the rest of the encircled
men were taunting and teasing Mack, calling him names and basically
humiliating him verbally. I watched as each in turn had Mack lick and clean
their boots. Mack never raised his head above their knees as he made his
rounds serving all these booted men. Uncle Gary had pressed in between two
of the military men and had his thick cock out stroking waiting for Mack to
make his way to his booted feet. I wasn't going to let this fucker clean
everyone else and not me, he practically raped Bill and I, so I joined in
the circle and added my insults and slurs to the mix. As he got closer to
me I started spitting on his back and head and the other men in the room
started doing the same.

Mack was fully clothed in a denim shirt jeans and riding leathers. He did
not have on his club colors i noted. He was now within one man of cleaning
my boots and the atmosphere seemed electric with all the men getting off on
humiliating him. The man whose boots Mack was cleaning now was a short
squat muscular man. He was shorter even than Willy, Uncle Gary's foreman at
the terminal. As Mack was just finishing up with the short man's second
boot, he reached down and grabbed Mack by the hair. The man's cock was out,
hard and red from him stroking it. He upturned Mack's face, aimed his rigid
cock at Mack's face and after two more strokes shot a thick load of cum
across Mack's mouth, mustache and beard. Mack moaned loudly at the impact
of each shot of jism the short man produced as it splashed onto his
face. The crowd went wild and the circle collapsed around Mack as each man
in turn started shooting his load onto Mack's face. Mack never looked up,
he kept his gaze down and while his mouth was slightly open, he never
swallowed any of the cum that entered there. The men who hadn't freed their
cocks were doing so and unloading too. Uncle Gary and I added our loads to
the biker's facial as well.

When the last man shot his load onto Mack's face he put one booted foot
onto Mack's chest and pushed him back onto the floor. Mack lay in the
center of the room on his back with his eyes closed and a cum drenched
face. It was so thick on him that he was barely recognizable. Mack
frantically pulled his own massive cock out and started jerking off
frantically. Each trucker and man that had painted Mack's face closed in
again as the big man jacked his cock. I stepped back slightly and snapped a
picture with my phone making sure to get his face and distinctive arm tats
clearly. They each were hurling humiliating insults at the man and spitting
on his face and cock. Mack's hand was a blur as he pumped his cock. With
his other hand he started wiping the cum from his face and beard and
putting it into his mouth. He was lapping and licking at his cum soaked
hand and was moaning more and more loudly. The lumberjack stepped in
between Mack's splayed legs and put his booted right foot into Mack's
crotch. He put the flat of his booted toes onto Mack's crotch where the
man's big, thick balls were still confined in his jeans. Cursing and
spitting at Mack the lumberjack started putting pressure down onto Mack's
balls. He kept adding pressure and hurling insults as Mack kept eating the
cum from his own face and jacking his long, thick rigid cock.

As the lumberjack put more and more pressure on Mack's nuts Mack began to
whimper and cry out in little spurts between eating cum. He never stopped
jacking off and it appeared that the more pressure the lumberjack put on
his crotch the more frantic Mack was in his jacking. Mack was getting off
on the humiliation, the taste of cum from all these men and the fact that
this large man was now practically standing on his balls. A handful of the
men who had kept jacking off after shooting their first loads were now
unleashing another volley of cum across Mack's prone form. Some were aiming
for his face again while others where shooting their cum on his dick. In a
sudden move that belied the man's size, the lumberjack quickly removed his
boot from Mack's crotch, got stable on his feet still between Mack's legs,
reared back and kicked Mack right in the crotch where his big balls would
be. Mack moaned deep and loud as the insults kept flying and he doubled up
in pain like he was doing a crunch. At that instant Mack unloaded his own
man juice. It was thick and white and came out of his long cock in
forceful, long ropes that caught Mack in the face and mouth. He started
eating his own cum while still jerking himself through the violent
eruptions of his orgasm that wracked his body. All the men were laughing
unkindly, insulting Mack further and each took a turn to spit on the man as
they, one-by-one, exited the room. Mack looked exhausted and he was soaked
in cum, spit and sweat.

I decided not to call attention to myself by acknowledging him. I thought
there might be some future advantage to knowing what I just witnessed, so I
just slipped out the door along with Uncle Gary. I waited in the lounge
until I saw Mack stumble out of the place. He didn't see me. Uncle Gary and
I eventually took showers, got cleaned up and decided to sleep in the cab
of the rig. That night I fucked him hard imagining that I was fucking
Mack. Then I thought about Bill and realized how much I missed his ass, and
that was all it took for me to shoot my second load of the night up my
Uncle's red haired, thick, juicy ass.

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