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I was on my way home from a bull sale, driving my dad’s brand new Dodge 1-ton dually, pulling a 20 foot goose-neck full of Santa Gertrudis herd bulls. Just east of Henryetta, on I-40, I started looking for a place to take a leak and have a smoke (smoking was not allowed in dad’s new truck). By the time I found a rest area, I had to piss pretty badly!
I whipped into the rest area and pulled up behind a big truck, the only other vehicle in the lot. I jumped out and headed around to the passenger side, undoing my jeans as I went. After I had pissed, I walked back to the driver side to get my smokes.
The door was locked! The truck was running, and I was locked out.
If this had not been a brand new truck, there would have been baling wire in the back, but as it was, nothing! I looked around on the ground and in a couple of trash cans nearby, but, still, nothing. I headed for the next trash can.
The truck driver got out and strolled towards me. “Whatcha lookin’ for, hand?”
“The damn door locked when I jumped out. I’m trying to find something to get back in,” I explained.
“I got a hanger in the sleeper. Ya wanna try one of those?” he offered.
“Sure, I really appreciate it,” I replied.
He cut the hook and tie off the hanger and bent a hook into one end. We tired to get the wire through the seam of the passenger door, but the seal was too tight. We were getting no where.
“Hold on a sec, hand,” the trucker said. “You take the wire and get up there by the door; I’ll see if I can’t pull the top of the door out far enough for you to get in.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I agreed.
I was not prepared for what happened. I was standing right next to the passenger door with wire in hand; he stepped up behind me and reached around me to the top of the door. Then, he pulled the door towards him, or rather, himself towards the door. This caused him to pull up against me, which then sandwiched me between him and the door.
“Now, try to get that wire down in there,” he said.
The wire went right through, and we could see it on the other side of the window. When he let go of the door, the wire stopped moving. He got back in the same position, and, again, I was pinned between him and the door.
I could feel the heat of his body against my back, his breath on the back of my neck, and the bulge of his cock at my ass. My dick started to get hard.
I was having a real hard time concentrating on getting that wire hook around the door handle to pull it up and unlock the door. I kept having to stand on tip-toe or move this way or that to see where the damned wire was going. The more I moved, the harder I got.
“OK, I’ve about got it,” I told him.
“Don’t rush it. Just take it easy, loop it over the handle and pull up real easy,” he instructed.
I followed his instructions. The hook caught, pulled the door handle up, and the door unlocked.
“YEAH!” we hollered in unison. He pushed forwardly slightly with his hips as he hollered.
When he did not immediately release his grip on the door, I realized that the bulge pressed against my ass had gotten harder and bigger. I hesitantly moved my ass, very slightly. He responded by moving his hips slightly. We stood there humping against each other for a few moments.
Finally, the trucker reached around, loosened my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and pushed them down far enough that my cock and balls and my ass were fully exposed. I watched his reflection in the window as he unfastened and dropped his own jeans.
It was a pretty warm day, and we were both sweating. I felt his cock head rub up and down my crack, adding his precum to my sweat. Again, I watched his reflection in the window as he pulled back and spit into his hand. His hand went directly to my asshole, gingerly rubbing his spit around my hole.
I moaned.
With his fingers, he drew little circles around my asshole while he nibbled and kissed at my neck and shoulders through my shirt. I pushed my ass back to him. He applied pressure to my hole with his fingers, but did not penetrate. He continued to play with my ass, using spit, sweat, and precum for lube.
Again, I pushed my ass to him. This time, he pushed his finger into my ass, and started fucking my ass with that finger.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
He pressed his entire body to mine, again, pinning me against the door. With his lips almost touching my ear he whispered, “You know what’s comin’, right, hand?”
“Yes, sir, I do.” I could barely breathe.
“Have you ever done this before?” he asked.
“Other stuff, not this,” I answered.
“I’ll take it easy. I won’t tell ya it won’t hurt, ‘cause it will, but it’ll start feelin’ good in a bit,” he said. “Ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
Gently, he removed his finger and placed the head of his cock at my asshole. He quietly moaned as the head of his cock pressed against my hole.
I could feel the heat of his cock, the slick of the precum, sweat, and spit. I pushed back eagerly.
“Easy, hand,” he warned. “When it first pops in, it’s gonna hurt.” He slowly applied pressure to my asshole with the head of his cock.
I could feel my hole pushed in by his dick; my ass stretching, trying to let him in. He pushed forward slightly; I pushed back slightly.
“Easy, hand, easy,” he warned.
He pushed a little harder. Then, his cock head burst through my hole. My knees almost went out from under me. I don’t know how big this trucker cock was, but it felt like a baseball bat had just invaded my guts.
He wrapped an arm around my waist for support, and held just the head of his cock in my hole. I could feel my ass spasm as it adjusted to his cock. Then, slowly, he pushed his cocker deeper. I could feel my hole stretch as it filled with dick. His cock inched in slowly, slowly, slowly, until, finally, I felt his pubes against my ass and his balls against my thighs.
He growled a moan. I felt the rumble deep in his chest pressed against my back. Gently, he pulled out, completely, then slid back into me. Again, again, and yet again, he pulled his cock completely out of my ass, then pushed back in balls deep. Each time he bottomed out, he growled the same deep, a****l moan.
Finally, he started a long slow stroke. I began meeting him half way, pushing my hungry ass against his trucker cock. He tightened his grip around my waist with one hand, and put the other hand back to the top of door. He would back out until only the head remained in my ass, then he would fuck that hard cock back into my ass. Each time that cock bottomed out, I grunted and he groaned.
We continued to build our frenzy until he was pounding my ass with his cock, driving my own cock into the door. It felt like he was trying to fuck me through the door, and I wanted him to! He would pull back, again until only the head remained, and then pile drive his cock into my ass.
He grabbed my waist with both hands, pulling me to him. His cock was buried deep in my ass, but his hips jerked forward, trying to force more of that incredible cock into my willing ass. His teeth bit into my shoulder, through my shirt. I came all over the door. I felt the hardness of his cock each time my ass clenched with each spurt.
“Fuck that feels good,” he hissed. “Gonna make me cum.”
He returned to the long, fast stroke, pounding that trucker cock into my ass. Then, I heard and felt a deeper, more intense growl. He leveraged more cock into my ass, pushing me up onto my toes.
“Fuck, yeah,” he panted. “I’m gonna fill that virgin ass with a big load.” He had every bit of his cock in my ass, but he pushed like he had more he wanted in there. He started jerking my hips back to his cock, and I felt his dick hiccup and throb as it spewed cum into my ass. I could feel each spurt as it pumped. I could feel his cum filling my ass and trying to squeeze out around his hard cock. Too soon, it stopped. He held us together, there, against the door, for a few moments.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he released me and pulled out his cock.
“Yea, fuck,” I breathed.
“Sorry, hand,” he said. “It’s been awhile, and I’m pretty sure I filled that pretty little ass full.”
“In more ways than one,” I said sheepishly.
He pulled a hanky out of his back pocket and wiped off his still hard dick. “Here, hand, you’d better take this. You’re gonna need it, too.” He grinned, pulled up his jeans and walked back to his truck.
I didn’t move until his rig was pulling away. By this time, I could feel his cum dribbling down my thighs. I pulled up my underwear, careful to wipe the cum on my thighs back up towards my ass, and pulled up my jeans. I wasn’t ready to wipe away any of the memory of my first fucking.
I reached into the pickup and got my smokes. As I smoked, I realized a couple of other trucks had pulled into the parking lot. I wondered if they had seen what had just happened. I wondered if either of them would be interested in fucking my ass. I lit another cigarette; I’d give ‘em time to think about it.
I whipped into the rest area and pulled up behind a big truck, the only other vehicle in the lot. I jumped out and headed around to the passenger side, undoing my jeans as I went. After I had pissed, I walked back to the driver side to get my smokes.
The door was locked! The truck was running, and I was locked out.
If this had not been a brand new truck, there would have been baling wire in the back, but as it was, nothing! I looked around on the ground and in a couple of trash cans nearby, but, still, nothing. I headed for the next trash can.
The truck driver got out and strolled towards me. “Whatcha lookin’ for, hand?”
“The damn door locked when I jumped out. I’m trying to find something to get back in,” I explained.
“I got a hanger in the sleeper. Ya wanna try one of those?” he offered.
“Sure, I really appreciate it,” I replied.
He cut the hook and tie off the hanger and bent a hook into one end. We tired to get the wire through the seam of the passenger door, but the seal was too tight. We were getting no where.
“Hold on a sec, hand,” the trucker said. “You take the wire and get up there by the door; I’ll see if I can’t pull the top of the door out far enough for you to get in.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I agreed.
I was not prepared for what happened. I was standing right next to the passenger door with wire in hand; he stepped up behind me and reached around me to the top of the door. Then, he pulled the door towards him, or rather, himself towards the door. This caused him to pull up against me, which then sandwiched me between him and the door.
“Now, try to get that wire down in there,” he said.
The wire went right through, and we could see it on the other side of the window. When he let go of the door, the wire stopped moving. He got back in the same position, and, again, I was pinned between him and the door.
I could feel the heat of his body against my back, his breath on the back of my neck, and the bulge of his cock at my ass. My dick started to get hard.
I was having a real hard time concentrating on getting that wire hook around the door handle to pull it up and unlock the door. I kept having to stand on tip-toe or move this way or that to see where the damned wire was going. The more I moved, the harder I got.
“OK, I’ve about got it,” I told him.
“Don’t rush it. Just take it easy, loop it over the handle and pull up real easy,” he instructed.
I followed his instructions. The hook caught, pulled the door handle up, and the door unlocked.
“YEAH!” we hollered in unison. He pushed forwardly slightly with his hips as he hollered.
When he did not immediately release his grip on the door, I realized that the bulge pressed against my ass had gotten harder and bigger. I hesitantly moved my ass, very slightly. He responded by moving his hips slightly. We stood there humping against each other for a few moments.
Finally, the trucker reached around, loosened my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and pushed them down far enough that my cock and balls and my ass were fully exposed. I watched his reflection in the window as he unfastened and dropped his own jeans.
It was a pretty warm day, and we were both sweating. I felt his cock head rub up and down my crack, adding his precum to my sweat. Again, I watched his reflection in the window as he pulled back and spit into his hand. His hand went directly to my asshole, gingerly rubbing his spit around my hole.
I moaned.
With his fingers, he drew little circles around my asshole while he nibbled and kissed at my neck and shoulders through my shirt. I pushed my ass back to him. He applied pressure to my hole with his fingers, but did not penetrate. He continued to play with my ass, using spit, sweat, and precum for lube.
Again, I pushed my ass to him. This time, he pushed his finger into my ass, and started fucking my ass with that finger.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
He pressed his entire body to mine, again, pinning me against the door. With his lips almost touching my ear he whispered, “You know what’s comin’, right, hand?”
“Yes, sir, I do.” I could barely breathe.
“Have you ever done this before?” he asked.
“Other stuff, not this,” I answered.
“I’ll take it easy. I won’t tell ya it won’t hurt, ‘cause it will, but it’ll start feelin’ good in a bit,” he said. “Ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
Gently, he removed his finger and placed the head of his cock at my asshole. He quietly moaned as the head of his cock pressed against my hole.
I could feel the heat of his cock, the slick of the precum, sweat, and spit. I pushed back eagerly.
“Easy, hand,” he warned. “When it first pops in, it’s gonna hurt.” He slowly applied pressure to my asshole with the head of his cock.
I could feel my hole pushed in by his dick; my ass stretching, trying to let him in. He pushed forward slightly; I pushed back slightly.
“Easy, hand, easy,” he warned.
He pushed a little harder. Then, his cock head burst through my hole. My knees almost went out from under me. I don’t know how big this trucker cock was, but it felt like a baseball bat had just invaded my guts.
He wrapped an arm around my waist for support, and held just the head of his cock in my hole. I could feel my ass spasm as it adjusted to his cock. Then, slowly, he pushed his cocker deeper. I could feel my hole stretch as it filled with dick. His cock inched in slowly, slowly, slowly, until, finally, I felt his pubes against my ass and his balls against my thighs.
He growled a moan. I felt the rumble deep in his chest pressed against my back. Gently, he pulled out, completely, then slid back into me. Again, again, and yet again, he pulled his cock completely out of my ass, then pushed back in balls deep. Each time he bottomed out, he growled the same deep, a****l moan.
Finally, he started a long slow stroke. I began meeting him half way, pushing my hungry ass against his trucker cock. He tightened his grip around my waist with one hand, and put the other hand back to the top of door. He would back out until only the head remained in my ass, then he would fuck that hard cock back into my ass. Each time that cock bottomed out, I grunted and he groaned.
We continued to build our frenzy until he was pounding my ass with his cock, driving my own cock into the door. It felt like he was trying to fuck me through the door, and I wanted him to! He would pull back, again until only the head remained, and then pile drive his cock into my ass.
He grabbed my waist with both hands, pulling me to him. His cock was buried deep in my ass, but his hips jerked forward, trying to force more of that incredible cock into my willing ass. His teeth bit into my shoulder, through my shirt. I came all over the door. I felt the hardness of his cock each time my ass clenched with each spurt.
“Fuck that feels good,” he hissed. “Gonna make me cum.”
He returned to the long, fast stroke, pounding that trucker cock into my ass. Then, I heard and felt a deeper, more intense growl. He leveraged more cock into my ass, pushing me up onto my toes.
“Fuck, yeah,” he panted. “I’m gonna fill that virgin ass with a big load.” He had every bit of his cock in my ass, but he pushed like he had more he wanted in there. He started jerking my hips back to his cock, and I felt his dick hiccup and throb as it spewed cum into my ass. I could feel each spurt as it pumped. I could feel his cum filling my ass and trying to squeeze out around his hard cock. Too soon, it stopped. He held us together, there, against the door, for a few moments.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he released me and pulled out his cock.
“Yea, fuck,” I breathed.
“Sorry, hand,” he said. “It’s been awhile, and I’m pretty sure I filled that pretty little ass full.”
“In more ways than one,” I said sheepishly.
He pulled a hanky out of his back pocket and wiped off his still hard dick. “Here, hand, you’d better take this. You’re gonna need it, too.” He grinned, pulled up his jeans and walked back to his truck.
I didn’t move until his rig was pulling away. By this time, I could feel his cum dribbling down my thighs. I pulled up my underwear, careful to wipe the cum on my thighs back up towards my ass, and pulled up my jeans. I wasn’t ready to wipe away any of the memory of my first fucking.
I reached into the pickup and got my smokes. As I smoked, I realized a couple of other trucks had pulled into the parking lot. I wondered if they had seen what had just happened. I wondered if either of them would be interested in fucking my ass. I lit another cigarette; I’d give ‘em time to think about it.
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