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I was staying at a hotel in Albany, New York during an assignment. It was a cold evening and I was bored to death. TV programming sucked that night, and worse, I was horny as hell. The alternative? Of course, connect my laptop and jack off.
But I was tired of watching the same old porn. I needed something a bit more personal so I ended up signing up into an adult-dating website and began watching some live broadcast videos and chatting. It was nice for a while, but I still wanted more. I wanted the real thing that night. I needed to get physical.
While idling in a chat room, I received a curious instant message from another user. A guy in the area wanted to meet me. I hesitated, of course. It is not the same to call the devil as to see him actually coming, as a say goes. But then again, I was in need and I was intrigued. His profile indicated that he was significantly older (58 years olds) and a about my same height (I’m 6’-0).
Initially, I replied ambiguously to his messages; but when I noticed he was about give up on me, I ultimately accepted to meet. He said he could show up at my room in about half an hour. I quickly ran to a nearby gas station and got a Sam Adams six pack. Then, I got myself showered and cleaned.
About an hour later, I heard a bit of a commotion outside my duplex cabin. I heard a heavy, loud engine and screeching exhaust noise. I looked through the window and saw that a trailer truck had just parked at a vacant lot next to the hotel. Moments after the engine turned off, I saw who seemed to be the drive come around the front of the truck and was already walking into the hotel premises. I removed myself from the window, sat on the bed and waited.
Less than a minute later, my expected guest was knocking on my door. A truck driver! After hesitating again on whether or not letting him in, I finally decided to open the door and welcome him wearing only green boxers and a gray jersey. Although I was a bit scared, I admit that the whole mystery meeting was exciting me.
The guy at the door, who may have been just a bit taller than I was, wore a NASCAR t-shirt and cap, jeans and brown boots. His face looked quite old, but the body seemed consistent with the faceless, naked body photos of a weathered white man featured in his adult website profile. Fortunately, he didn’t look sick or senile. He looked about the general description featured in his profile so that was a good start.
He actually looked alert and rugged behind his scruffy, medium, grayish-brown beard and hair, which made him look interesting. I could tell by the glare in his eyes that he liked what he saw when I opened the door. I noticed how he immediately scanned me from head to toe the same way I did to him. He didn’t smile after I greeted him, but overall, he was respectful, so I let him into the room.
As soon as he entered the room, I felt his cigarette smell, but since he wasn’t actually smoking, I didn’t say anything. He walked in and sat when I showed him to the small sofa. I turned the TV on and tuned it on ESPN. When I offered him a beer or whisky, he went for the beer. I had my Johnny Walker.
In the beginning, my attempts to break the ice seemed awkward. It was a bit difficult since he initially would only answer “yes or “no” to my questions. But forcing him a bit, he ended up telling me that he had taken his current shipment in Chicago and was heading for Boston. He had stopped at a nearby highway resting station to spend the night, but like me, was horny so he signed-in in the chat room to see if there was anyone promptly available in the area. But beyond that point in the conversation, I noticed that he was starting to look a bit anxious and irritated.
“Thank you for the beer and the small chat” he said when he was done with his beer. Then, he stood up and began heading for the door.
“Wait! Stop!” I pleaded. “Please don’t go… I promise… to be worth your while… Listen, why don’t you stay the night… take a shower… let me help you relax”.
“I can’t stay” He said with exasperated tone, but he stopped and turned. “I need to remove that truck from there. It can’t stay the night. Besides, I need to continue on my way to Boston really early”
I ran to the fridge, got another beer, and brought it to him.
“I totally understand” I said while grabbing him by his belt, pulling him back to the front of the small sofa. “Then, why don’t you just hop into the bathroom, take a quick shower and freshen up. That will help you relax. And when you come out, I’ll treat you like a king”
He opened his beer while considering it. When he went for the first sip, I went ahead and began kissing his neck. The stench of cigarette was very strong, but I ignored it. After he swallowed his beer gulp, he exhaled longingly.
Taking it as a good signal, I brought my hands under his T-Shirt and started rubbing his dried, wrinkled torso. His mood began to soften. He was receiving my attention quite well. Then, I lowered my hands and caressed his already bulging crotch over the fabric of his jeans.
He threw an arm behind my back, his hand landing on one my ass cheeks, which was scantly covered by the worn out fabric of my boxer. He, then, tightened my body against his and kissed me on the lips. His thin, dried lips locked with mine and his eager began penetrating and lurking in my mouth. His hand immediately began squeezing my born cheek and furtively burying his finger in my crack. I could easily feel a couple of his finger already teasing and persistently pressing on my already quivering hole.
I anxiously inserted one of my hand through his jeans waist and into his underwear and began massaging his hardening cock. It didn’t seem huge, but if felt very hairy. It sure was fun to see that the old man still could get hard. He liked it and moaned. In turn, he dragged down the back of my boxer a little bit and grabbed my bare ass. He also began teasing and rubbing my crack and partially penetrating hole with the tip of his fingers.
After joyfully alternating beer gulps with my lips, he finally took off his hand from my butt and placed it on top of my head, leading me to get down on him. I got the message. While dragging kisses over the fabric of his shirt, I slowly lowered myself until I was sitting on the sofa and my face was leveled with his crotch, which was already swollen inside his pants.
I unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, and dragged them down, along with his worn out, regular white briefs exposing a massive mound of pubic hair partially covering the venous neck of his dick. When I pulled the reddish neck with my fingers, a very hard, cut, over-average-long cock sprang out ready to meet me. The musky odor – he probably had not had a shower in days – was really strong. But to my own surprise, that exited me even more.
I immediately took his cock into my mouth while my hands instinctively cupped his old, saggy balls. He let out a low moan while gulping his beer. He certainly felt more relaxing with each pump from my lips so I kept sucking his cock as tight and vigorously as I could.
It was obvious that he was enjoying me massaging and rubbing his shaft, kissing his bulging gland and caressing his balls by the way he curled my hair though his fingers. I could also tell by the subtle swiveling movement of his hips as he swiftly thrust his manhood into my mouth.
After a few minutes, he got so much into it that he was grabbing my hair more aggressively and shoving my face to his crotch. His hardened cock impaled my throat deeply. His moans became more audible too. He made me gag a couple of times, causing my eyes to swell, but I was expecting as much. Having seen him experiencing that much fun and relaxing made me enjoy sucking his cock even more.
When he finished his beer, he put the bottle on the coffee table.
“Forget the shower” he said. “This all I needed”
He made me stand up and directed me to the bed at the back end of the room. He decided to take off his boots and his jeans, but he kept his shirt on. While he undressed, I ran to the fridge and got him another beer. Immediately as I handed him the bottle, he took a nice long gulp.
At that point, I notice that his cock had gone back to half hard so I dropped my knees to the floor, and began sucking his dick and licking his balls some more to get him back to full groove. It didn’t take long. I was delighted to hear him lingering moans. He was truly enjoying both the beers and my oral service.
I always kept caressing and rubbing his saggy, hairy balls. I already knew he loved that. I also began to notice a hint of sour and salty flavor in my mouth. I figured that my truck-driving friend was having such a great time that pre-cum was starting to trickle out. And I was really savoring it.
Once he was fully solid again, I reached to the center of the bed with my hand, where I had put a tube of lube, spread it on my hands and gave my guest a slow but firm hand job, spreading the slick liquid all over the surface of his venous shaft. I looked up at him and loved seeing the expression of longing face. His eyes were closed while he drank his beer.
He sighed as if the weight of the world had been taken away from his shoulders. After swallowing his gulp, he parted his lips as he moistened it with his tongue. I thought he looked really hot.
But I was tired of watching the same old porn. I needed something a bit more personal so I ended up signing up into an adult-dating website and began watching some live broadcast videos and chatting. It was nice for a while, but I still wanted more. I wanted the real thing that night. I needed to get physical.
While idling in a chat room, I received a curious instant message from another user. A guy in the area wanted to meet me. I hesitated, of course. It is not the same to call the devil as to see him actually coming, as a say goes. But then again, I was in need and I was intrigued. His profile indicated that he was significantly older (58 years olds) and a about my same height (I’m 6’-0).
Initially, I replied ambiguously to his messages; but when I noticed he was about give up on me, I ultimately accepted to meet. He said he could show up at my room in about half an hour. I quickly ran to a nearby gas station and got a Sam Adams six pack. Then, I got myself showered and cleaned.
About an hour later, I heard a bit of a commotion outside my duplex cabin. I heard a heavy, loud engine and screeching exhaust noise. I looked through the window and saw that a trailer truck had just parked at a vacant lot next to the hotel. Moments after the engine turned off, I saw who seemed to be the drive come around the front of the truck and was already walking into the hotel premises. I removed myself from the window, sat on the bed and waited.
Less than a minute later, my expected guest was knocking on my door. A truck driver! After hesitating again on whether or not letting him in, I finally decided to open the door and welcome him wearing only green boxers and a gray jersey. Although I was a bit scared, I admit that the whole mystery meeting was exciting me.
The guy at the door, who may have been just a bit taller than I was, wore a NASCAR t-shirt and cap, jeans and brown boots. His face looked quite old, but the body seemed consistent with the faceless, naked body photos of a weathered white man featured in his adult website profile. Fortunately, he didn’t look sick or senile. He looked about the general description featured in his profile so that was a good start.
He actually looked alert and rugged behind his scruffy, medium, grayish-brown beard and hair, which made him look interesting. I could tell by the glare in his eyes that he liked what he saw when I opened the door. I noticed how he immediately scanned me from head to toe the same way I did to him. He didn’t smile after I greeted him, but overall, he was respectful, so I let him into the room.
As soon as he entered the room, I felt his cigarette smell, but since he wasn’t actually smoking, I didn’t say anything. He walked in and sat when I showed him to the small sofa. I turned the TV on and tuned it on ESPN. When I offered him a beer or whisky, he went for the beer. I had my Johnny Walker.
In the beginning, my attempts to break the ice seemed awkward. It was a bit difficult since he initially would only answer “yes or “no” to my questions. But forcing him a bit, he ended up telling me that he had taken his current shipment in Chicago and was heading for Boston. He had stopped at a nearby highway resting station to spend the night, but like me, was horny so he signed-in in the chat room to see if there was anyone promptly available in the area. But beyond that point in the conversation, I noticed that he was starting to look a bit anxious and irritated.
“Thank you for the beer and the small chat” he said when he was done with his beer. Then, he stood up and began heading for the door.
“Wait! Stop!” I pleaded. “Please don’t go… I promise… to be worth your while… Listen, why don’t you stay the night… take a shower… let me help you relax”.
“I can’t stay” He said with exasperated tone, but he stopped and turned. “I need to remove that truck from there. It can’t stay the night. Besides, I need to continue on my way to Boston really early”
I ran to the fridge, got another beer, and brought it to him.
“I totally understand” I said while grabbing him by his belt, pulling him back to the front of the small sofa. “Then, why don’t you just hop into the bathroom, take a quick shower and freshen up. That will help you relax. And when you come out, I’ll treat you like a king”
He opened his beer while considering it. When he went for the first sip, I went ahead and began kissing his neck. The stench of cigarette was very strong, but I ignored it. After he swallowed his beer gulp, he exhaled longingly.
Taking it as a good signal, I brought my hands under his T-Shirt and started rubbing his dried, wrinkled torso. His mood began to soften. He was receiving my attention quite well. Then, I lowered my hands and caressed his already bulging crotch over the fabric of his jeans.
He threw an arm behind my back, his hand landing on one my ass cheeks, which was scantly covered by the worn out fabric of my boxer. He, then, tightened my body against his and kissed me on the lips. His thin, dried lips locked with mine and his eager began penetrating and lurking in my mouth. His hand immediately began squeezing my born cheek and furtively burying his finger in my crack. I could easily feel a couple of his finger already teasing and persistently pressing on my already quivering hole.
I anxiously inserted one of my hand through his jeans waist and into his underwear and began massaging his hardening cock. It didn’t seem huge, but if felt very hairy. It sure was fun to see that the old man still could get hard. He liked it and moaned. In turn, he dragged down the back of my boxer a little bit and grabbed my bare ass. He also began teasing and rubbing my crack and partially penetrating hole with the tip of his fingers.
After joyfully alternating beer gulps with my lips, he finally took off his hand from my butt and placed it on top of my head, leading me to get down on him. I got the message. While dragging kisses over the fabric of his shirt, I slowly lowered myself until I was sitting on the sofa and my face was leveled with his crotch, which was already swollen inside his pants.
I unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, and dragged them down, along with his worn out, regular white briefs exposing a massive mound of pubic hair partially covering the venous neck of his dick. When I pulled the reddish neck with my fingers, a very hard, cut, over-average-long cock sprang out ready to meet me. The musky odor – he probably had not had a shower in days – was really strong. But to my own surprise, that exited me even more.
I immediately took his cock into my mouth while my hands instinctively cupped his old, saggy balls. He let out a low moan while gulping his beer. He certainly felt more relaxing with each pump from my lips so I kept sucking his cock as tight and vigorously as I could.
It was obvious that he was enjoying me massaging and rubbing his shaft, kissing his bulging gland and caressing his balls by the way he curled my hair though his fingers. I could also tell by the subtle swiveling movement of his hips as he swiftly thrust his manhood into my mouth.
After a few minutes, he got so much into it that he was grabbing my hair more aggressively and shoving my face to his crotch. His hardened cock impaled my throat deeply. His moans became more audible too. He made me gag a couple of times, causing my eyes to swell, but I was expecting as much. Having seen him experiencing that much fun and relaxing made me enjoy sucking his cock even more.
When he finished his beer, he put the bottle on the coffee table.
“Forget the shower” he said. “This all I needed”
He made me stand up and directed me to the bed at the back end of the room. He decided to take off his boots and his jeans, but he kept his shirt on. While he undressed, I ran to the fridge and got him another beer. Immediately as I handed him the bottle, he took a nice long gulp.
At that point, I notice that his cock had gone back to half hard so I dropped my knees to the floor, and began sucking his dick and licking his balls some more to get him back to full groove. It didn’t take long. I was delighted to hear him lingering moans. He was truly enjoying both the beers and my oral service.
I always kept caressing and rubbing his saggy, hairy balls. I already knew he loved that. I also began to notice a hint of sour and salty flavor in my mouth. I figured that my truck-driving friend was having such a great time that pre-cum was starting to trickle out. And I was really savoring it.
Once he was fully solid again, I reached to the center of the bed with my hand, where I had put a tube of lube, spread it on my hands and gave my guest a slow but firm hand job, spreading the slick liquid all over the surface of his venous shaft. I looked up at him and loved seeing the expression of longing face. His eyes were closed while he drank his beer.
He sighed as if the weight of the world had been taken away from his shoulders. After swallowing his gulp, he parted his lips as he moistened it with his tongue. I thought he looked really hot.
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