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By: Londebaaz Chohan
Although his name was Jordan Brenner but he was always called JB. Ahhm! JB, it sounded like some very powerful senator from California; but Jordan was my driver and my home maid other than being my sex mate for the last well over 2 years by now. Since, I joined college; being the only k** of my parents; my parents decided that instead of living in some dingy creepy dungeon for a dormitory; they will let me rent a 2-bedroom house with a separate annex, or you may call it a servant’s quarters, where one person could live easily and comfortably. I hired Jordan because he was a handsome guy, only about 2 years older than I, fit to be my boy toy for sex; when needed and he was also a decent cook and a very good driver. Lately, JB; gave me an offer that I could not refuse. He said that before there were people making stories about me and him; he had decided to get married. He informed me that he had known a dame; that would not only warm his bed and when needed; I could also use her as my pussy. This was really an offer; that I could not turn down. Being my true confidant; I knew, Jordan would not betray me as I had always been good to him, both in bed and had fucked him to the best of my abilities and the capabilities. As my driver and my house maid, I paid him very decently too.
His only one demand and with my money and resources; it was a no big deal. Jordan had asked me to buy a sports car with sun roof, that he would like to take a ride in with his wife for about an hour on the weekends, if the car was not in my use. He got married about a month ago and when he resumed his duties, I had the time off and we decided to go spend some days in a beach resort hotel. As I returned from the beach front, I saw JB and his wife, Ruby; on the deck. She had her tops removed and he was stroking her breasts. Ruby was sitting in his lap with her legs wide open and hanging one on each side of his lap. I could not tell, if JB had his connection made inside her. The scene was more than erotic and I knew, my turn would come pretty soon but for now; it was his time with her. Thinking of not disturbing them I decided to take a long drive on the seaside highway in the new car.
“Hey JB, I am going out for a long drive. I am taking the convertible”. I yelled as I walked from my room with the keys in hand.
“Absolutely”, I heard JB’s voice drenched in horny testosterone. “If I were you; I shall take the longer ride”. I heard them get up and move inside quickly like a flash. I grabbed my shorts and rushed in the shower stall, surrounded by a wall separating it from the beach. Took my speedo off and turned the shower on. After lavishly lathering my body, half hard cock and fully loaded balls; rinsed off, enjoying my hand wandering over my crotch; cupping my balls and enjoying the healthy sized hard on, cursing JB and even his very newlywed wife for not getting over with the fucking honeymoon already and let me relieve the load and tension in my balls and urgency in my big cock. The toweling off was kind of rough and quick as I pulled up the shorts only with a thought to get away from JB and his wife. I knew the elastic band of my shorts was loose but did not want to take more time to go my room and get the underwear or a shirt. In a hurry; I just made sure that my wallet had the license in it and I had the goggles in the car’s glove box.
With the top down, I must have driven for at least one hour, on the parkway along the water, finally taking an exit and taking the turnpike to head back. I am sure, it must not be even a 5 minutes of journey when the convertible had a gasping noise before going dead and drifted off to the side. WTF! I had looked more than twice or thrice, at the wrong dial for the supply of gas. Shit; I was out. Totally empty. I was in a complete panic, after having a quick check to find out that I had removed all the cash and the credit cards from the wallet before going to beach and never remembered to put these back in the wallet. Now; I had to hitch a ride all the way back to the hotel, take Jordan with me and come back here with enough of the gasoline. That will keep him off his wife for at least that much time; I was in a fury. Leaning back on the back of the car; I was contemplating my chances for hitching a ride from here, when everyone was overly conscious and scared or at least concerned about the other person and here I was, in the middle of who knew, where and almost naked but for my shorts only. My built up body would put, more drivers on an alert instead of in a helping mood.
Thankfully, I did not have to worry for a long time and a big semitrailer truck, slowed down, pulled off the road couple of yards up from me. I walked to the side of the truck and looked up into a pleasant looking face with a big smile. He looked to be around 30 at the most.
“Car trouble”. He asked.
“I am out of gas”, I answered; “and I do not have any cash or credit card on me. I am looking for a ride back to the beach, where I can get all the help”.
“No problem”. He said with a grin. “I am heading that way, hop in”.
“Thank you very much”. I was humble, “Just one minute please; I have to go get the car locked. I am sorry, I left the beach in a kind of hurry and missed everything”.
“Of course”. He said with his eyes looking me up and down and I am sure he kept looking as I walked with my back to him. “No problem, just take your time”. I heard him loud as he spoke.
I came back to the truck, after making sure, the car was secured and locked. I opened the passenger side door of the semi truck’s cab and my eyes darted. I could have sworn that he had a shirt on, when I spoke to him; standing on the ground and now he had no shirt on. I could see, he was lean, thin but masculine. The veins on his arms and chest muscles were popping out, being youthful and intriguingly strong. “My name is Mark”, he introduced himself as I snapped the seat belt on and he came back on the road and started talking about the benefits of being a road ranger. You can do mostly as you please, long as you obey the traffic laws and keep time with the employer; meaning to be on time for pickups and the deliveries.
“I am Ben”, I said; soon as he stopped talking. “It is actually Benedict, but everybody calls me Ben”.
“Well, nice to meet you Ben”, and he put out his free hand and we shook hands. He had a good, warm, firm grip; which he kept for an extra second or two and his eyes also held mine for as long as he could spare from checking the road. “Nice name, Ben. Sort of like a Stud, Ben Hur; leaves a good, solid impression”. I looked over and saw; his eyes were off the road, checking my body. He noticed, I seeing him scanning me just as he did when I was standing on the side of the road, talking up with him in the truck.
“Nice body”, He said. “Do you work out a lot”.
“Not a lot”, I confessed. “Probably the good genes mostly. You look like you are keeping in good shape too”. I added the complement to be sociable.
“Yes, I do lift weights, when I can but I am very particular about my intake, the vitamins, minerals and only the good quality of meat proteins. It is not easy to get all, when you are on the road, as much and so often”. He made a giggling remark.
“I understand”. I made a short response.
“There are ways to keep in shape and get a nice workout; I watch out for when I am on the road”. He was saying with his teeth clenched and spilling these words. “There are interesting and various opportunities for that, on the road”. I noticed, he was looking at me again and almost sizing me now. I had no clue, what to think about that.
He drove silently for a little bit like 2 minutes and due to the big movements of the truck, I felt a cramp in my neck and lifted my both hands to rub it also twisted my neck around. Mark noticed and asked. “Stiff neck muscles? That is a typical for being on road. Here, I know, how to get those knots out quickly and effectively”.
Without even asking for permission or waiting for my response, he lifted his free hand, gripped the back of my neck and started applying pressure with fingers to work the knots out. My immediate response was to pull away from his intimate grip but the massage also felt very nice and working almost like wonders. I rotated my neck, enjoying the relief of aching muscles.
“It usually happens from the way, you hold your shoulders”, he said “so you have to work them shoulders as well”. I noticed, he was looking on the road as his hands moved alternating the neck, down to the one shoulder and the biceps for the massage and then pulling me closer, for the other shoulder and biceps of that arm. “It is not uncommon for the pecs to become involved”, he said and his hand slipped down to massage on my chest, kneading there very gently as if he was feeling the muscles, complementing me for the whatever work out I was doing. He said, it was working very good, as he could tell. I started to pull away in response but, the horror of all horrors. The fucking cock in between my legs was coming to life more rapidly than ever before. I quickly looked down for another shock. There was a huge tent at my crotch in my shorts. I looked over at Mark and also saw him glancing at the obvious and evident tenting. I opened my mouth to say something.
“Just relax, it is OK”. Mark said, “You are tensing up, don’t worry; it is how we relieve the tension while being on the road”. Next moment; before I could think of a graceful way, out of this, Mark asked me if I had a girlfriend and before waiting for an answer from me, he remarked; “I bet you are keeping her very satisfied”. I think, he wanted me to positively know that he had seen my hard on.
“Uh, no, Presently no”. I was stuttering, “I mean, I have someone but it is a bit complicated”. Obviously, I did not want Mark to know any unnecessary details.
He again giggled, “No girl to pole. Oh, that probably is the reason for such a strong built-up tension. Not at all a good thing for a stud, named Ben; to be without a good, hard fucking for any length of time. You must do something for that tension”. He was giving sexual advice just casually and openly. Truly, it felt good that his hand had stopped rubbing my chest and moved around to my shoulder blades but I must admit, his hand was feeling good on my body. Oh’ fuck!! Now his hand came down around my waist and his fingers moved at and around my abs.
“May be you have a boyfriend, instead”. Mark added quickly and silently.
“No, of course not”, I was in a rage and tried to make a little move towards the passenger side door but my built up cock gave a huge wobble of disapproval at this and the huge rising of tent was witnessed by Mark also. I only wished and prayed that he had not detected a lie, I had told him about my girlfriend. JB and I had sex but he was not my boyfriend by any definition of this term, plus for the last over one month; we must have had sex only twice and I was not sure if that constituted to admit of having a boyfriend.
“Oh, I am sorry. Do not take me wrong; there is nothing wrong with being a bi or even being more experimental to satisfy the sexual needs and tensions”, he chuckled and said. “It happens on the road very often and you take what you can get, where you can get it and even from whoever you can get it. This is the best exercise also as long as the partner is good looking, congenial and willing. There is nothing wrong and there is no harm either. We should not judge everybody else”. Mark gave a long answer.
What could I say to him in response. His hand was now resting on my belly, just above the waistband of my shorts and he continued to drive in that standoff. I think, I had known, what Mark wanted but he was waiting for my response or some signal from me. I was taking my time, breathing deep and waiting for my cock to recede somehow. I could tell, Mark’s eyes were on the road; eagerly looking for something or signs that were passing us one by one. “You are definitely good looking and also take a good care of yourself”, he said softly after a few moments of silence. “I cannot believe anyone turning you down, female or male”. He was still waiting for that signal from me. I said or did nothing. A few more moments of silence passed. This was totally a new ground for me. I never had such situation to work with JB nor I ever had to work any such plan in my own mind. “How do you see me”, he asked, “I mean, do you find me good looking and attractive also”?
A few moments of silence passed. My seriously hard dick was in a constant and stubborn struggle, not to get down; my anger for JB and his wife, Ruby was at the peak and raging for not getting a chance to fuck for quite some long time. My need was very obvious. “Yeah, I surely find you good looking. Just what I thought a trucker should look like, young, healthy and clean, capable”. I spoke very softly.
“So, ever thought about doing with a trucker”? Now he wanted a particular answer from me.
“No”, I said with a nervous laugh. “I cannot say, if I have ever thought about doing it with a trucker but of course, why not if it was consensual. A few more seconds of silence, passed and Mark’s face lit up, ending ever so high tension. We could both see a huge sign of rest area, upfront. “Yeah, that’s my kind of man”; Mark said sharply. “No second guessing, no more struggling for the truth”. His body suddenly felt relaxed as did mine too. Mark’s hand came down over the fabric of my shorts and found my cock and started fingering it through the cloth from the tip to the thick base, not only feeling it but also measuring it.
“God”, he let out a huge breath and said, “How big is that”.
“Oh, it is eight, may be eight and a half inches”, I said. All my sensations were rushing towards my crotch and it was not easy to breathe or continue conversing.
“May be it is nine or nine and a half inches”. He responded with an awe. “Oh my God; you could do a lot of damage”. He was stroking me through the fabric. I had pushed my legs apart to afford him much easier access to my stiff colonel and heavily loaded balls. His hands were now roaming down my thighs, exploring and massaging the muscles over there, gently; as he asked me, “How did it feel”? I only sighed and slipped down a bit, in the seat. His eyes were frantically looking for the exit to the rest area; I could tell. Now his hand was running under the fabric of my shorts. I could feel the touch of his fingers on the perineum, right at the base of my low hanging balls.
“Damn, you are not wearing any briefs”. He let loose another heavy breath and I confirmed once again that I left the beach in a hurry. “Ah, fuck, what a convenience”, he said, as he carefully pulled in the rest area to go all the way to the farther end. I swear, I had never seen such a begging in JB’s eyes for all the years I had known him. “Finally, we have a spot”. He said, as he took my balls in his hands and started rolling them and poking my steel cock. “Can you help me do something about the poor stiff guy here, right here, right now”. Mark gave his verdict.
I just could not believe; he was asking me for sex right here in public place. I groaned in total surprise and ecstasy, as I saw him remove his jeans. He was wearing a bright red pouch underwear, which he pushed slightly down his hips and pulled out his long, pencil thin, engorged cock emerging out of the dirty, untrimmed pubes. A serious bend near the base of his man cock was something entirely unforeseen for me. He was taking full liberty to play with my balls while his fingers slowly tracked their way, along my perineum, all the way to the rim of my hole. He was really breathing heavy by now.
“Hey Ben, Please, touch me”. He pulled his tits and quite swollen, enlarged nipples to guide me but I very innocently leaned over and held his thin cock, by pushing his underwear slightly further down his thighs, and also rubbed his hefty balls. With the movement of my fist, his foreskin moved on and off his dick head and he shuddered quite visibly.
I let go his cock and ran my hands up his belly and nipples but then he strangely crawled backwards, in the small cabin behind the driver and the passenger seat. Not understanding exactly, what he was doing, as I could hear the ruffling of clothes, as well as some loud sighs, as if he was getting ready or something. I had pulled my shorts off my ankles and started working on my monster cock.
“What the fuck are you waiting for now”. I could hear him through the tunnel like passage leading towards the back cabin. Reaching back, I saw a scene that made me pop my eyes as large as the saucers. Mark was already on his hands and knees. He was wearing a red colored new fashioned ‘Addicted’ brand underwear, with a hole cut out for the ass and the ass hole. There was a display of couple of different lubes, a bottle of poppers and a towel to clean up the evidence afterwards; nicely arranged on one side and a fluffy pillow on the other side.
“Take your pick, stud”, he said proudly. “I am all your yours. If you want to fuck first; I am in position if you like to fuck in doggy position. If you want to feed me your juice first, you can position me with the pillow under my neck and fuck my mouth first as you straddle me”.
Trained by JB, I had learnt, ‘No sucking, No fucking’. I immediately took a position under him in 69 and we enjoyed a long and loud cock sucking and balls licking session, feeding each other our personally produced vitamins laced juices before fucking Mark twice, in about an hour, until we pulled off that rest area. Thankfully, there was nobody else other than our truck there to watch the whole truck squeal and screech. I fucked Mark very hard and of course deep too, remembering and cussing JB but he was the one to help me build such a heavy load; I also remembered.
The End. Your comments are appreciated. Londebaaz Chohan June 13, 2019.
By: Londebaaz Chohan
Although his name was Jordan Brenner but he was always called JB. Ahhm! JB, it sounded like some very powerful senator from California; but Jordan was my driver and my home maid other than being my sex mate for the last well over 2 years by now. Since, I joined college; being the only k** of my parents; my parents decided that instead of living in some dingy creepy dungeon for a dormitory; they will let me rent a 2-bedroom house with a separate annex, or you may call it a servant’s quarters, where one person could live easily and comfortably. I hired Jordan because he was a handsome guy, only about 2 years older than I, fit to be my boy toy for sex; when needed and he was also a decent cook and a very good driver. Lately, JB; gave me an offer that I could not refuse. He said that before there were people making stories about me and him; he had decided to get married. He informed me that he had known a dame; that would not only warm his bed and when needed; I could also use her as my pussy. This was really an offer; that I could not turn down. Being my true confidant; I knew, Jordan would not betray me as I had always been good to him, both in bed and had fucked him to the best of my abilities and the capabilities. As my driver and my house maid, I paid him very decently too.
His only one demand and with my money and resources; it was a no big deal. Jordan had asked me to buy a sports car with sun roof, that he would like to take a ride in with his wife for about an hour on the weekends, if the car was not in my use. He got married about a month ago and when he resumed his duties, I had the time off and we decided to go spend some days in a beach resort hotel. As I returned from the beach front, I saw JB and his wife, Ruby; on the deck. She had her tops removed and he was stroking her breasts. Ruby was sitting in his lap with her legs wide open and hanging one on each side of his lap. I could not tell, if JB had his connection made inside her. The scene was more than erotic and I knew, my turn would come pretty soon but for now; it was his time with her. Thinking of not disturbing them I decided to take a long drive on the seaside highway in the new car.
“Hey JB, I am going out for a long drive. I am taking the convertible”. I yelled as I walked from my room with the keys in hand.
“Absolutely”, I heard JB’s voice drenched in horny testosterone. “If I were you; I shall take the longer ride”. I heard them get up and move inside quickly like a flash. I grabbed my shorts and rushed in the shower stall, surrounded by a wall separating it from the beach. Took my speedo off and turned the shower on. After lavishly lathering my body, half hard cock and fully loaded balls; rinsed off, enjoying my hand wandering over my crotch; cupping my balls and enjoying the healthy sized hard on, cursing JB and even his very newlywed wife for not getting over with the fucking honeymoon already and let me relieve the load and tension in my balls and urgency in my big cock. The toweling off was kind of rough and quick as I pulled up the shorts only with a thought to get away from JB and his wife. I knew the elastic band of my shorts was loose but did not want to take more time to go my room and get the underwear or a shirt. In a hurry; I just made sure that my wallet had the license in it and I had the goggles in the car’s glove box.
With the top down, I must have driven for at least one hour, on the parkway along the water, finally taking an exit and taking the turnpike to head back. I am sure, it must not be even a 5 minutes of journey when the convertible had a gasping noise before going dead and drifted off to the side. WTF! I had looked more than twice or thrice, at the wrong dial for the supply of gas. Shit; I was out. Totally empty. I was in a complete panic, after having a quick check to find out that I had removed all the cash and the credit cards from the wallet before going to beach and never remembered to put these back in the wallet. Now; I had to hitch a ride all the way back to the hotel, take Jordan with me and come back here with enough of the gasoline. That will keep him off his wife for at least that much time; I was in a fury. Leaning back on the back of the car; I was contemplating my chances for hitching a ride from here, when everyone was overly conscious and scared or at least concerned about the other person and here I was, in the middle of who knew, where and almost naked but for my shorts only. My built up body would put, more drivers on an alert instead of in a helping mood.
Thankfully, I did not have to worry for a long time and a big semitrailer truck, slowed down, pulled off the road couple of yards up from me. I walked to the side of the truck and looked up into a pleasant looking face with a big smile. He looked to be around 30 at the most.
“Car trouble”. He asked.
“I am out of gas”, I answered; “and I do not have any cash or credit card on me. I am looking for a ride back to the beach, where I can get all the help”.
“No problem”. He said with a grin. “I am heading that way, hop in”.
“Thank you very much”. I was humble, “Just one minute please; I have to go get the car locked. I am sorry, I left the beach in a kind of hurry and missed everything”.
“Of course”. He said with his eyes looking me up and down and I am sure he kept looking as I walked with my back to him. “No problem, just take your time”. I heard him loud as he spoke.
I came back to the truck, after making sure, the car was secured and locked. I opened the passenger side door of the semi truck’s cab and my eyes darted. I could have sworn that he had a shirt on, when I spoke to him; standing on the ground and now he had no shirt on. I could see, he was lean, thin but masculine. The veins on his arms and chest muscles were popping out, being youthful and intriguingly strong. “My name is Mark”, he introduced himself as I snapped the seat belt on and he came back on the road and started talking about the benefits of being a road ranger. You can do mostly as you please, long as you obey the traffic laws and keep time with the employer; meaning to be on time for pickups and the deliveries.
“I am Ben”, I said; soon as he stopped talking. “It is actually Benedict, but everybody calls me Ben”.
“Well, nice to meet you Ben”, and he put out his free hand and we shook hands. He had a good, warm, firm grip; which he kept for an extra second or two and his eyes also held mine for as long as he could spare from checking the road. “Nice name, Ben. Sort of like a Stud, Ben Hur; leaves a good, solid impression”. I looked over and saw; his eyes were off the road, checking my body. He noticed, I seeing him scanning me just as he did when I was standing on the side of the road, talking up with him in the truck.
“Nice body”, He said. “Do you work out a lot”.
“Not a lot”, I confessed. “Probably the good genes mostly. You look like you are keeping in good shape too”. I added the complement to be sociable.
“Yes, I do lift weights, when I can but I am very particular about my intake, the vitamins, minerals and only the good quality of meat proteins. It is not easy to get all, when you are on the road, as much and so often”. He made a giggling remark.
“I understand”. I made a short response.
“There are ways to keep in shape and get a nice workout; I watch out for when I am on the road”. He was saying with his teeth clenched and spilling these words. “There are interesting and various opportunities for that, on the road”. I noticed, he was looking at me again and almost sizing me now. I had no clue, what to think about that.
He drove silently for a little bit like 2 minutes and due to the big movements of the truck, I felt a cramp in my neck and lifted my both hands to rub it also twisted my neck around. Mark noticed and asked. “Stiff neck muscles? That is a typical for being on road. Here, I know, how to get those knots out quickly and effectively”.
Without even asking for permission or waiting for my response, he lifted his free hand, gripped the back of my neck and started applying pressure with fingers to work the knots out. My immediate response was to pull away from his intimate grip but the massage also felt very nice and working almost like wonders. I rotated my neck, enjoying the relief of aching muscles.
“It usually happens from the way, you hold your shoulders”, he said “so you have to work them shoulders as well”. I noticed, he was looking on the road as his hands moved alternating the neck, down to the one shoulder and the biceps for the massage and then pulling me closer, for the other shoulder and biceps of that arm. “It is not uncommon for the pecs to become involved”, he said and his hand slipped down to massage on my chest, kneading there very gently as if he was feeling the muscles, complementing me for the whatever work out I was doing. He said, it was working very good, as he could tell. I started to pull away in response but, the horror of all horrors. The fucking cock in between my legs was coming to life more rapidly than ever before. I quickly looked down for another shock. There was a huge tent at my crotch in my shorts. I looked over at Mark and also saw him glancing at the obvious and evident tenting. I opened my mouth to say something.
“Just relax, it is OK”. Mark said, “You are tensing up, don’t worry; it is how we relieve the tension while being on the road”. Next moment; before I could think of a graceful way, out of this, Mark asked me if I had a girlfriend and before waiting for an answer from me, he remarked; “I bet you are keeping her very satisfied”. I think, he wanted me to positively know that he had seen my hard on.
“Uh, no, Presently no”. I was stuttering, “I mean, I have someone but it is a bit complicated”. Obviously, I did not want Mark to know any unnecessary details.
He again giggled, “No girl to pole. Oh, that probably is the reason for such a strong built-up tension. Not at all a good thing for a stud, named Ben; to be without a good, hard fucking for any length of time. You must do something for that tension”. He was giving sexual advice just casually and openly. Truly, it felt good that his hand had stopped rubbing my chest and moved around to my shoulder blades but I must admit, his hand was feeling good on my body. Oh’ fuck!! Now his hand came down around my waist and his fingers moved at and around my abs.
“May be you have a boyfriend, instead”. Mark added quickly and silently.
“No, of course not”, I was in a rage and tried to make a little move towards the passenger side door but my built up cock gave a huge wobble of disapproval at this and the huge rising of tent was witnessed by Mark also. I only wished and prayed that he had not detected a lie, I had told him about my girlfriend. JB and I had sex but he was not my boyfriend by any definition of this term, plus for the last over one month; we must have had sex only twice and I was not sure if that constituted to admit of having a boyfriend.
“Oh, I am sorry. Do not take me wrong; there is nothing wrong with being a bi or even being more experimental to satisfy the sexual needs and tensions”, he chuckled and said. “It happens on the road very often and you take what you can get, where you can get it and even from whoever you can get it. This is the best exercise also as long as the partner is good looking, congenial and willing. There is nothing wrong and there is no harm either. We should not judge everybody else”. Mark gave a long answer.
What could I say to him in response. His hand was now resting on my belly, just above the waistband of my shorts and he continued to drive in that standoff. I think, I had known, what Mark wanted but he was waiting for my response or some signal from me. I was taking my time, breathing deep and waiting for my cock to recede somehow. I could tell, Mark’s eyes were on the road; eagerly looking for something or signs that were passing us one by one. “You are definitely good looking and also take a good care of yourself”, he said softly after a few moments of silence. “I cannot believe anyone turning you down, female or male”. He was still waiting for that signal from me. I said or did nothing. A few more moments of silence passed. This was totally a new ground for me. I never had such situation to work with JB nor I ever had to work any such plan in my own mind. “How do you see me”, he asked, “I mean, do you find me good looking and attractive also”?
A few moments of silence passed. My seriously hard dick was in a constant and stubborn struggle, not to get down; my anger for JB and his wife, Ruby was at the peak and raging for not getting a chance to fuck for quite some long time. My need was very obvious. “Yeah, I surely find you good looking. Just what I thought a trucker should look like, young, healthy and clean, capable”. I spoke very softly.
“So, ever thought about doing with a trucker”? Now he wanted a particular answer from me.
“No”, I said with a nervous laugh. “I cannot say, if I have ever thought about doing it with a trucker but of course, why not if it was consensual. A few more seconds of silence, passed and Mark’s face lit up, ending ever so high tension. We could both see a huge sign of rest area, upfront. “Yeah, that’s my kind of man”; Mark said sharply. “No second guessing, no more struggling for the truth”. His body suddenly felt relaxed as did mine too. Mark’s hand came down over the fabric of my shorts and found my cock and started fingering it through the cloth from the tip to the thick base, not only feeling it but also measuring it.
“God”, he let out a huge breath and said, “How big is that”.
“Oh, it is eight, may be eight and a half inches”, I said. All my sensations were rushing towards my crotch and it was not easy to breathe or continue conversing.
“May be it is nine or nine and a half inches”. He responded with an awe. “Oh my God; you could do a lot of damage”. He was stroking me through the fabric. I had pushed my legs apart to afford him much easier access to my stiff colonel and heavily loaded balls. His hands were now roaming down my thighs, exploring and massaging the muscles over there, gently; as he asked me, “How did it feel”? I only sighed and slipped down a bit, in the seat. His eyes were frantically looking for the exit to the rest area; I could tell. Now his hand was running under the fabric of my shorts. I could feel the touch of his fingers on the perineum, right at the base of my low hanging balls.
“Damn, you are not wearing any briefs”. He let loose another heavy breath and I confirmed once again that I left the beach in a hurry. “Ah, fuck, what a convenience”, he said, as he carefully pulled in the rest area to go all the way to the farther end. I swear, I had never seen such a begging in JB’s eyes for all the years I had known him. “Finally, we have a spot”. He said, as he took my balls in his hands and started rolling them and poking my steel cock. “Can you help me do something about the poor stiff guy here, right here, right now”. Mark gave his verdict.
I just could not believe; he was asking me for sex right here in public place. I groaned in total surprise and ecstasy, as I saw him remove his jeans. He was wearing a bright red pouch underwear, which he pushed slightly down his hips and pulled out his long, pencil thin, engorged cock emerging out of the dirty, untrimmed pubes. A serious bend near the base of his man cock was something entirely unforeseen for me. He was taking full liberty to play with my balls while his fingers slowly tracked their way, along my perineum, all the way to the rim of my hole. He was really breathing heavy by now.
“Hey Ben, Please, touch me”. He pulled his tits and quite swollen, enlarged nipples to guide me but I very innocently leaned over and held his thin cock, by pushing his underwear slightly further down his thighs, and also rubbed his hefty balls. With the movement of my fist, his foreskin moved on and off his dick head and he shuddered quite visibly.
I let go his cock and ran my hands up his belly and nipples but then he strangely crawled backwards, in the small cabin behind the driver and the passenger seat. Not understanding exactly, what he was doing, as I could hear the ruffling of clothes, as well as some loud sighs, as if he was getting ready or something. I had pulled my shorts off my ankles and started working on my monster cock.
“What the fuck are you waiting for now”. I could hear him through the tunnel like passage leading towards the back cabin. Reaching back, I saw a scene that made me pop my eyes as large as the saucers. Mark was already on his hands and knees. He was wearing a red colored new fashioned ‘Addicted’ brand underwear, with a hole cut out for the ass and the ass hole. There was a display of couple of different lubes, a bottle of poppers and a towel to clean up the evidence afterwards; nicely arranged on one side and a fluffy pillow on the other side.
“Take your pick, stud”, he said proudly. “I am all your yours. If you want to fuck first; I am in position if you like to fuck in doggy position. If you want to feed me your juice first, you can position me with the pillow under my neck and fuck my mouth first as you straddle me”.
Trained by JB, I had learnt, ‘No sucking, No fucking’. I immediately took a position under him in 69 and we enjoyed a long and loud cock sucking and balls licking session, feeding each other our personally produced vitamins laced juices before fucking Mark twice, in about an hour, until we pulled off that rest area. Thankfully, there was nobody else other than our truck there to watch the whole truck squeal and screech. I fucked Mark very hard and of course deep too, remembering and cussing JB but he was the one to help me build such a heavy load; I also remembered.
The End. Your comments are appreciated. Londebaaz Chohan June 13, 2019.
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