The Nevada Trucker

I don’t know if you’ve ever driven US-50 through Nevada, but it’s a long stretch of road that seems endless. It’s mile after mile of unchanging scenery and asphalt that barely moves an inch in any direction. It will exhaust every song on the radio, every playlist on your phone, every podcast you meant to catch up with and sooner or later you find yourself in a dull, bored haze as mile marker 278 passes by and you’re still in fucking Nevada. The sun was just past the 3:00 mark, shadows starting to lengthen and the air just starting to cool. I’d been on the road for days at that point. My work in San Francisco was behind me, and I’d thought meeting all the clients in Salt Lake City was an accomplishment, but Denver still seemed light years away and I was bored out of my mind.
I’m not sure where the idea came from, but at some point my mind wandered to this porn movie I’d seen once. The scene started with two guys were outside peeing, but because it was porn, one said to the other “Wanna beat off?” I felt my cock plump up and press against my jeans and I thought “Yes I do, random porn dude. I totally want to beat off.” The idea seemed a little silly, I admit. Who jerks off while driving? But automatic transmissions were the standard these days, and I did have a free hand. A half mile later, my car swerved as I wriggled my cock out of my pants. I drove another half mile, feeling naughty and erect. Thank God even cops didn’t bother with this deserted stretch of highway. Another half mile passed as I gently rubbed my hard cock. Technically there was the risk of getting caught, sure. But unless I was worried about the occasional hawk flying overhead, there was nobody for miles in any direction.
I decided I wanted to feel the air on my dick, so I opened the sunroof, and felt the sunshine warm my erection while the outside air buffeted it in fun ways. For the first time in hours, I was really enjoying myself. My balls felt cool and heavy, my cock was fully hard and I playfully thumped it on the steering wheel. A dollop of pre-cum stuck and stretched out, shining in the afternoon light. I was so turned on, I swiped it up with my finger and had a taste. I’m not a stranger to cum. It’s not my main thing, but I do get an itch for cock sometimes. As soon as I put my finger in my mouth, I got so turned on I thought I might just eat my own load. Again, it wasn’t something I did all the time, but occasionally I really like a mouthful of sperm. The thought made my cock pulse exquisitely. I was jerking off dry, mostly because I wasn’t too serious about getting off yet. As thoughts of eating my load started filtering into my horny brain, my cock started dutifully producing a steady stream of precum.
I’m not sure how many miles I passed like that, idly licking my cum from my fingers, but it was long enough that I totally missed the truck in the rearview mirror. I was in the right lane, a couple of miles under the speed limit, and something made me look up to see the shape of an approaching semi behind me. Figures. As soon as I find a way to enjoy myself on this long-ass trip, someone was coming along to fuck it up. I gave myself a frustrated stroke or two and pondered pulling off to the side of the road so I could finish in peace. Then a stubborn resistance arose in me. I was minding my own business, I still had at least a day and a half of driving and meetings ahead of me, and I fucking deserved this. I spit on my hand, grabbed my cock, and started jerking off in defiance. My hormone-soaked brain was enjoying the thought of my brazen activity, and it wasn’t very long before the truck caught up with me.
I kept my eyes on the road as the semi loomed in my peripheral vision. I was hard as stone, masturbating furiously, and goddamn did it feel good. I was so horned up, I was actually proud of myself for not putting my dick away. I was a sexy bastard and I liked getting off and fuck anyone who had a problem with it. I squeezed another shiny drop of pre-cum out of my dick and licked it off. The sharp sound of the semi’s horn startled me so much, I almost came. I looked over and saw the driver keeping pace with me and smiling under his Denver Broncos trucker cap. When he noticed me looking at him, his bearded face broke into a big, friendly smile. He nodded and winked and made one of those ‘don’t let me stop you’ gestures.
It was a moment of decision for me. I was wildly embarrassed to be caught, intensely aware of my half-naked status, and knew that he could clearly see what I was doing. The sunroof was open, for crying out loud. I was looking at his face, then back to the road, then back to him. My heart was pounding like a bass drum, pulsing in my cock. I’m not sure what came over me, but I smiled back, returned his nod, and kept right on going. He tooted his horn for me again, touched his cap as if to say ‘much appreciated,’ and accelerated off, leaving me to my erect penis. It was such a surreal experience, I sort of forgot to finish, and I watched him and his truck pull away, eventually disappearing around a rare turn in the road. I drove in silence, very embarrassed, but not so embarrassed that I wasn’t still horny. I told myself to find the next rest stop where there was sure to be a place I could take care of my seething erection properly.
Four miles later, I followed the signs to a side-of-the-road stop that promised a bathroom. It was just as abandoned at the rest of the highway, with one notable exception. The truck that had passed me was parked in the lot. There was no mistaking the blue cab and white trailer. There had been nobody else on the road. It had to be the same truck. I couldn’t see the friendly, bearded driver who had given me his approval, but I knew he had to be in the bathroom. There was no other place for him to be. I sat there and wondered if I dared go in. Eventually the need to pee won out. Sure, I’d been whacking off. Every guy whacks off. That driver had certainly blown off some knuckle children himself, and I hadn’t been doing anything wrong. (Okay, aside from being a minor road hazard.) I had to pee, and I had nothing to be ashamed of. I was going to march in there, drain the lizard, and march back out with every bit of dignity I deserved.
I got out of my car and walked with purpose towards the bathrooms. My dick wasn’t helping matters any, plumped up and rubbing on my underwear in exciting ways. But I didn’t care. I was a man on a mission. The bathroom had no lock, being one of those with a small row of urinals in front of two stalls. I pushed the door open and immediately saw him, casually peeing into the urinal closest to the door. Our eyes met, and in the silence I could hear the piss splashing into the drain. All the bravado and confidence I’d had walking in faded away. I felt myself blush – actually fucking blush – as he recognized me.
“Hey,” he said, breaking the tension. “Give me a second and I’ll be out of your way.”
“Uh . . . that’s okay.” I replied, wondering why. “I can wait.”
He was still smiling at me, and damn if it wasn’t a charming smile. His brown beard set off his green (grey?) eyes and I couldn’t help but look at his cock. It was thick, uncut, and even soft it filled his whole hand as he emptied his bladder. I watched the pee arch from the end, gazing at the foreskin and noting the veins along the side. It wasn’t until I licked my lips that I realized I’d been staring at his junk for a little longer than was entirely polite. I looked back up and caught his gaze again. He was still smiling, and at the eye contact his smile became that big, sexy grin from the road.
“Thank you,” he said. “I appreciate that.”
“Oh, I don’t mind waiting.” I said, flustered and embarrassed and not knowing what else to do.
“That’s not what I meant.” He said, shaking himself off. “You want a closer look?” He turned towards me without zipping himself back up. His cock was thick and about four soft inches long. His foreskin hung over the head, wrapping it snugly. He reached under and gave his balls a squeeze for my benefit. My heart was pounding. This had never, ever happened to me before. If I hadn’t needed to cum so bad, I would have skedaddled immediately. But I was still horny and feeling almost absurdly turned on. I realized that I really did want a closer look. I didn’t know what to say, so all that came out was “I have to pee.”
He nodded, stepping back a little to let me get to the urinals. As I passed him, he asked “You want some help?” With blood rushing to my dick, I surprised myself by nodding. I faced the urinal and I felt him come up behind me. He reached around my waist then wrapped his hand around my cock. His skin was warm, I could feel his breathing on the back of my neck, and my dick gave a throb as his fingers closed around it and pointed it at the drain. I don’t remember peeing, to be honest. I must have, because I told him “I’m finished,” and his strong hand shook me off. I stood there, head back, thoroughly enjoying the feel of him shaking my cock. After a second, I realized I was totally hard, and he wasn’t shaking me anymore so much as actually jerking me off. The realization made my dick throb again, and I groaned as my nuts made their needs known.
“Turn around.” He whispered, and I could hear the lust in his voice. My dick was now firmly in control and it needed release. I turned to face him with my cock pointing straight up. He was hard and stroking himself. He’d swollen to something over seven inches now. I watched his foreskin open and close over the slit in his cock and stared as it slid over his thick, shiny head, keeping it moist. I’d never seen an uncut cock this close, and I couldn’t help but watch the soft skin slide and move. Even when he was hard, the skin came over the ridge of his cockhead. Every now and then he’d give himself a good tug, pulling his foreskin out long and tight. He reached out and palmed my dick, and all I could feel was him. I don’t know where he got the lube, but the inside of his fist was hot and wet. The calluses on his hand rubbed me in new and exciting ways. He didn’t have perfect rhythm, but he ran his hand over my shaft with an enthusiasm that got me fired up and oozing. It seemed natural to reach out and start stroking him too. His foreskin was so warm, and it looked like a little mouth as I pulled it back and forth over his head. I squeezed him as I jerked him off, and was rewarded with a groan. My own cock jumped, and in the quiet of the bathroom I heard the splat of my precum hitting the floor. It was weird jerking a cock off that was pointing in the opposite direction. Also . . . that foreskin was fascinating. Distracting and fascinating and I paid a lot of attention to it. I slid it back and forth, I kept closed his whole cock up in it, like a coin purse. I gently squeezed his head inside his skin and let him fuck my fingers . . . I had never been so excited to hold flesh in my hand.
“Shit . . . wait . . .” he said, kind of suddenly. I came out of my foreskin trance to see that his dick was really hard. He was actively swelling in my hand while the head of his cock blossomed dark red and huge. It took me a second to realize he was about to cum, and I felt myself spasm from my asshole to my balls. His first blast shot across my waist, leaving a hot line of white on my skin. In my lust, I wanted to feel the heat of his cum on my dick and balls. I pointed his jumping cock at mine and kept stroking him, watching the spurting head work in and out of his foreskin. With a shudder and a gasp, he emptied himself all over my shaft. Even while he was cumming, he kept his hands moving on my cock. Bless him, he used his own cum to keep me lubed up too. His sperm was hot as it came out, fresh from his body and glistening. It squished through his fingers as he soaped up my whole length with his load and worked my cock like I just told him he won money. My eyes rolled back and I came like a summer storm. It was one of those orgasms that you feel coming deep in your taint just before it hits. A rocking shockwave of pleasure ran through my whole body. I could feel my semen gathering, I could feel the deep muscles inside me tensing up for that first blast. Tears came to my eyes, a soft cry came out of my throat and I jetted a wad of cum so thick, it made his crotch look like I’d attacked it with a caulking gun. I leaned my head back and just shook, trying to make my jelly legs stay upright. Somewhere below, my dick was still pulsing and jerking and my hips pumped helplessly as that trucker milked the soul out of my cock. After a long long time, I came back to myself. The two of us were leaning weakly against the walls. I was still gripping his wet cock, now deflating and slowly slipping back into his foreskin. Both of us were dripping with cum. I watched a thick blob of it slowly ooze off his balls and spatter on the linoleum. Fuck, there was a lot of cum on the floor.
He took a deep breath and that big grin came back to his face. He was sweating under his cap, and I could smell the scent of cum and musk. He took his cock back slowly and carefully, clearly a little sensitive after popping off. “Thank you,” he said. “That was really appreciated.”
“Likewise,” I told him, still a little stunned at what had just happened. I didn’t realize I hadn’t put my dick away yet until he walked past. He reached out and shook it like he was shaking my hand. I jumped a bit at the unexpected touch, and was kind of surprised to realize I probably had another load in me. “Safe trip,” he said, and walked out. I stood there for a bit and slowly realized I had to pee again. I stared at the cum drying on the floor in a daze while I relieved myself. Emptying my bladder felt SO good after all that, and I smiled at the cum pool on the way out. Walking back to the lot, there was no sign of the trucker or his rig. I got back in my car, still slightly in shock, but feeling absolutely amazing. I turned the radio on. The only station that broadcasted out this far was a classic rock robot that played ‘Freebird’ eight times a day, but I didn’t care. I turned that shit up, sang along, and pulled out to put some asphalt behind me.
Eventually I couldn’t stay on the road any longer. I didn’t mind logging miles after sunset, but sooner or later you just run out of steam. My body needed a hot shower and some sleep. The highway signs led me to a motel that was tucked around a bend. I pulled in to their small lot, startled to see the same rig from the rest stop parked a few spaces away. It made sense once I thought about it. I hadn’t seen any other motels along the road. Where else would he bed down for the night? I walked towards the office, still looking at the truck and almost bumped right into the driver as he came from around the other side. I saw him recognize me just as I recognized him. It was a weird, silent moment.
“Hey,” I finally said. “Small world, huh?”
“Uh, yeah.” He grinned, and I felt my cock stir when he did. “You, er, you staying here too?”
“I was gonna, yes.” Fuck. This was more awkward than asking someone to junior prom.
“Well,” he said, looking down and shuffling his feet nervously. “It’s a good place. Comfy. I’ve stayed here before.”
“Good. That’s good.” I was tanking the conversation. Hard. “Have a, um, have a good night. Nice to see you.”
He tipped his hat, like he had on the road. I nodded back and walked away feeling like a jerk. I’d almost gotten to the office when he called after me. “Hey! Uh, you know . . .”
“Yeah?” I asked, remembering the heat of his wet sperm on my skin.
“I mean, if you’re staying here and I’m staying here, and I’ve already got a room . . . you could, uh, I mean, we might as well share it.” He stammered.
“You want me to stay with you?” I blurted, feeling awkward and horny, hoping and fearing that he would say yes.
“If you like,” he said, with that sexy grin. “No pressure, but why spend money you don’t have to?”
What can I say? He had a point. The room was a motel room. They’re all the same. Cheap bed, cheap dresser, and chipped tile in the bathroom. There was only the one bed though, and I hoped that meant what I was thinking it did. I was heart-thuddingly hard and excited. The tension was palpable as we unpacked a little and maneuvered around the smallish room. He suggested a diner nearby, and we had dinner together. As we talked, things got a little easier. His name was Mike, he was from out West, running freight because it was good money for a single guy without many roots. I could see him relax as we ate, which made me relax, and every now and then, we’d catch ourselves looking into one another’s eyes. My cock would jump each time it happened, and I was excited about the prospect of spending the night with him.
We got back from the diner, and I closed the door behind me. He was already headed for the shower, which left me to myself for a few minutes. As the water started to run, I felt my hard dick through my pants. I was throbbing through the fabric, my heartbeat reflected in each pulse and swell. I gave myself to the count of thirty to have any second thoughts or get my own room. Thirty Mississippi passed, and my cock was still hard and I was still wanting the sex I could feel in the air between us. I stood there and thought about putting his dick in my mouth. I really wanted to taste it. I thought maybe he could have my ass too . . . and he wouldn’t have to be gentle. I wanted to get in that shower with him. He didn’t voice a single objection as I walked into the bathroom wearing only a towel. The shower was one of those standing showers, closed up in a tall plastic cube. The fogged panels didn’t let me see his body too clearly, but he was very naked in there and I could see him washing his penis casually.
“You want some help?” I asked, nervously.
He looked out at me, wiping water from his face and beard. With that charming smile, he said “I was hoping you’d ask.” He opened the plastic door, beckoning me inside. Water splashed all over the floor as I stared at his naked body. I dropped my towel and climbed in. I pressed myself into him and slid against his wet skin. Neither of us were terribly buff, we both had bellies from a sedentary life, and I loved the feeling of his soft stomach against mine, hot water sealing us together. I could feel the hard length of his cock against me as I humped him against the wall. His hips ground against my leg, his beard rubbed along my neck and he nibbled his way to my earlobe. We used up all the hot water in there, soaping and rinsing and sliding our cocks against one another. He really liked my nipples and he spent a long time kissing and biting them. I took my cue from him and was rough on his nips, pulling them and pressing them tightly between my fingers. At one point he gasped and shook when I had them both pulled and pinched real hard.
I toweled him off in front of the old TV. Slowly. I worked my way down from his head to his feet, ending with me on my knees in front of him. His hard cock was against my cheek and his balls hung heavy. I took them in both my hands and rolled them around in his velvety sack, making sure they were dry and clean. The felt cool and heavy, full of cum. His foreskin wrapped his head just a little over halfway. I couldn’t stop playing with it. I softly massaged those wonderful balls of his and pressed my mouth against his cock, licking and kissing. I could feel the loose skin move differently as I worked my way up his length. It moved freely, peeling away and showing me the red mushroom of his whole head. I sucked on it, a bit too hard, and he jerked a little. I figured he was probably extra sensitive, so I took a different approach. I slipped my tongue under his foreskin, sliding between it and his cockhead. I ran my tongue around and tasted the inside of his fleshy hood. A deep groan from my trucker told me it was the right thing to do, and I ran my tongue all around inside his snood. I pulled his foreskin forward and gently nibbled the pucker. I stuck my tongue under his cock head, warm and wet and fully wrapped, and wriggled it while his foreskin slid back into place.
He started to thrust into my mouth, and I felt the skin move under my lips as he pushed deep into my throat. He wasn’t huge, but it was seven inches of dick in my neck, and he was pressing his balls into my chin. Something about his uncut skin made it easy for him to bury himself into my mouth, pushing aside the soft tissue of my gag reflex and slipping down into the tight recesses of my esophagus. I heard him muttering things under his breath like “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I like that, oh fuck . . .” I’ll be honest, I could have knelt there and let him fuck my face for hours. Even with my knees getting raw on the carpet, I loved the feeling of his hands on the back of my head and my mouth being used. The only thing I was thinking about was his delicious penis and the way it felt sliding in and out of my face hole. I found this pace he really seemed to like, sort of an opposing thing with my mouth and my hands. When my head went down on his cock, I pulled his foreskin up and when I pulled back, I pushed it back down. I kept it wet and juicy, dimly aware of the frothy drool running off my chin. I tasted the salt of his precum, thick as syrup in my mouth.
“I’m gonna cum . . .” he said, a little helplessly. “I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.” Stars exploded behind my eyes and I moaned and didn’t let up one bit. Maybe twenty strokes later, I felt his cum shoot onto my tongue and splatter deep inside my mouth. He pumped his hips and held my head in his hands and fucked my lips with hard, deep strokes. His load filled my mouth once, twice, and almost a third time as I gulped and swallowed. After a few, wonderful, glorious moments, he pulled me off his shining, sticky cock and shuddered. “I’m a little sensitive now . . .” he smiled, breathing hard.
“Are we done?” I asked, my balls feeling full and heavy on the floor. I didn’t know if he’d still be into it after cumming like that, but I wanted to ask.
“Not on your life.” He replied, and hoisted me up. Before I could really react, he’d thrown me on the bed. He crawled up between my legs and licked the underside of my cock from balls to tip. He did it so fast I was still digesting what he was happening when he sucked my whole dick into his mouth in one, loud slurp. I was trying to decide what I liked best, his tongue pressing against my cock inside his mouth, or the scrub of his beard on my balls when he took me deep. I swear it was two hundred degrees in his mouth, and his tongue never stopped working. I could feel him swirling it around my head, slithering it along the underside, even sliding against my balls when he deep-throated me and got aggressive with it. They say guys give better head, and that’s kind of a stereotype. Some guys give better head, and Mike was one of them. I dimly wondered how many dicks he’d had to suck to get this good, wondered how many loads he’d eaten in this hotel, how many loads he’d fed to guys like me . . . The visual thought of his sexy, bearded grin overflowing with cum put me over the edge. I dimly wondered if I should warn him, but he groaned on my dick and I lost any semblance of control. I felt my balls literally twitch as I exploded in his mouth. All I could do was make guttural noises and hold on to the cheap comforter for dear life. I don’t know how much I actually came, because I never saw a drop of it. He sucked me until I had to back my trembling erection out of his mouth. I was so sensitive I could practically feel the bumps on his taste buds. I watched his throat work as he swallowed it all of it. I mean all of it. I didn’t even have residual semen left after he was done. My balls felt like beat-up prunes.
He collapsed next to me, snuggling his body against mine, not seeming to care how sweaty I’d gotten. I felt his hand begin to idly play with my nipples, and I gave him a tired, happy sigh. “You should taste them,” I said, pressing his head to my chest. “It’s your fault they’re all swollen and hard.” He didn’t need much encouragement. His beard scratched my chest in delicious ways as he sucked and chewed on my nipples. They were red and hard like little rocks after five minutes, and still he kept licking and kissing them. Back and forth he went, until I was shiny with his spit. I held his head to my right nip, feeding it to his hungry mouth. I buried my nose in his hair and smelled his scent.
“You want to fuck me?” I asked, breathing hot against his scalp. He groaned and bit my nipple hard, making me jump and gasp. “Will you fuck me?” I felt my tired cock getting a second wind. “Will you fuck me in my ass?” He was dry humping my leg, rubbing his plumping erection against me. I could feel that foreskin of his sliding along my thigh. He reluctantly let go of my tit and said “Yes, I’ll fuck you.” Hearing him say it made me tense and fluttery all at the same time. My cock jumped as his mouth clamped down on my nipple.
“Can I make you hard?” I asked, a little shocked at how bold I was being. He gave my nipple a parting suck, and got up. I was on my back watching him as he straddled my chest. He plopped his fleshy sausage right in the middle of my face, resting his balls on my chin. All he had to say was “Do it,” and I was licking his cock like I was starving for it. He’d left my hands free, so I could pull and push his foreskin with both of them. I was getting better at keeping just enough head exposed to keep him feeling good while not going too hard and making it hurt. He seemed to really like it when I sort of gathered up all the skin in my hand and wrapped my mouth in it, then sucked his head gently while running my tongue in circles right where his foreskin started. For a guy who had fed me an impressive load, he was getting hard really fast. I was beginning to wonder if I preferred uncut cocks, because his was just too much fun.
“Turn over,” he said at last. “Doggy up.” I obeyed, and was on all fours quickly. My ass was in the air, and my hole was exposed to the air. I felt dizzy and excited and slutty. I felt him hunker down behind me, and then his beard was scraping along the inside of my buttcheeks and his tongue was in my ass. Now, my ass isn’t the most sensitive, which has plusses and minuses. On one hand, even the best rimjobs don’t do that much for me. I didn’t want to tell Mike that, because it was obvious from the way he was working his tongue around my hole, into my ass, and licking the insides of my cheeks, that he really liked eating ass. Not to say it was bad, but I really fucking wanted his cock inside me. Because on the other hand, I can really take an ass pounding. I like feeling full of dick. I like the stinging ache over the next few days as my ass recovers. I was hoping Mike was getting me good and sloppy down there, because I wanted his uncut cock to beat my hole into submission. I’d wanted it since he came on me, and my wet opening quivered against his mouth. My ass wanted his cock to push it wide open and stretch me until I gaped like a Long Island tunnel.
“Fuuuuck me, Mike,” I whispered into the pillow as his tongue sank deep into me and swirled. “Fuck my ass with your uncut cock.”
“With my what?” He asked, stopping what he was doing. Leave it to me to kill the moment.
“I’m sorry.” I looked back at him. “I’ve never had one before. I didn’t mean to offend.” I wiggled my ass at him for emphasis. “I’m just excited. I want to know what it feels like inside me.”
“Well, hell, buddy,” he said, smiling that fucking charming-as-hell smile. “That’s sweet. Let me show you.” I groaned in reply as he rose up behind me. We wriggled against one another, trying to get that hole-with-dick lined up properly. It took a minute because he’d gotten me really slippery. But I took his cock and guided him to my entrance. I felt him push, I felt my ass resist for just a second, and then he popped into me. I gasped. I tensed up. I’m sorry, but I had to pull away from that first penetration. As much as I wanted it, it was still a pretty thick cock in my pretty tight hole. He had to work his head in and out a few times before he could push past my clenched ass ring and get some inches in. It didn’t take him long to get fucking though. Not after he got halfway in. That foreskin of his was magically delicious, giving him a double-sleeve of skin to fuck. I could feel it bunching and sliding through my ass as he turned me out. My prostate sang every time he thumped into it. We fucked like drunken lords. I was pushing back against him, matching his strokes and he was reaming into me like I was his junior prom date. I grunted and moaned and grit my teeth into the pillow as he used my willing hole for nothing but his pleasure. He fucked me really enthusiastically for a while, but neither of us was in the shape we used to be in. Eventually he slowed down a bit and leaned his body against mine, breathing hard. His skin was hot and sweaty. I slowly rotated my ass on his cock, loving the way he shifted my insides around. I wasn’t expecting to feel him reach around and start stroking me, and my dick jumped in his hand, smearing it with precum.
“I haven’t forgotten about you,” he said in my ear. “Turn over.” Again, I was not about to tell him no. I pulled off his delicious cock and obeyed my instructions. I held my legs back, open and exposed, so he could get back inside me ASAFP. My ass was already missing his girth, and I flexed it at him as anxiously as I could. He got between my legs and wasted no time filling me up in one, fast stroke. My eyes went wide and I gasped sharply as my colon was suddenly packed with penis. His cock fit my ass perfectly, just deep enough to get my eyes rolling back and just thick enough to make that hole ache. His foreskin kept things from getting too painful, providing a moist sheath for him to fuck without tearing up my insides. He fucked me so good, he made me decide that, yes, uncut cocks were my favorite. How, you ask? A particularly deep thrust that sent him up past my prostate, while he slowly gyrated his hips making his cock shove my intestines to and fro. I let out a long moan as he shifted things inside me, and my cock blurted precum with a thick, sticky noise. Somewhere in his fucking, he’d started jerking me off too. Well, more accurately, helping ME jerk off. We took turns stroking my flailing cock, and then he hit just the right rhythm of fucking and stroking. I grabbed his thighs and breathlessly told him not to stop. I could feel my balls drawing up and my dick inflating like a balloon. I was rocketing past the point of no return and was about to blow a load like they talk about in romance novels. I went popeyed. I convulsed on his penis a few times before I sent a geyser of cum splashing into my chest and face. My dick opened up and just coated me. His hand never stopped pumping me. I covered myself in the kind of load I hadn’t shot since I was a teenager. I could hear it rhythmically bursting from my cock, spattering on my sweaty skin as he fucked me through an orgasm that left me limp. Even in the dreamy, post-orgasm haze, I could feel him continuing to fuck me. He’d pressed his face into my cummy chest and was biting down. My hard, little teat hot in his mouth as he turned my butthole into jelly. I held his head tight to my chest and told him my ass was his to own and not to be gentle anymore. He was getting really close, fucking me fast with sweat pouring off his face. My ass was sore. My ass was absolutely worked and cored out, but I wasn’t going to quit. Not when he was so close and I could feel his shaft getting harder in my butt.
“I like it when you suck my tits,” I told him, as he ate the cum off my left nipple. It must have pressed his switch, because he bit down, groaned, and shoved his cock in me deep. He held me there for a few seconds, maybe a minute, and his dick got so hard it felt like a silk-wrapped iron bar inside me. My nipple was a jolt of hot pleasure/pain and my ass felt pushed up into my lungs. I couldn’t exactly feel him cumming, but I felt hot pressure inside my guts and my ass was suddenly very wet and drippy around his cock. He growled deep in his throat and fucked in and out of me in fast, hard strokes. My ass got pummeled into cum chowder as he filled me with his load, spurt by spurt, until he was satisfied. We lay there in a sweaty lump, glued together, him inside me. I love the feeling of a satisfied cock slowly deflating in my butt. My nipples were on fire and my asshole was going to make me pay for this over the next few days, but I just wanted to stay there and be filled with him and his juice all night. I clasped my arms around him, feeling his breathing start to slow down, and sighed in deep pleasure. “Thank you, Mike.” I said, hugging him. He moaned into my neck as a reply, as he gently flopped out of my ass. I didn’t know if he had any more in his tanks, three loads in one day was a lot for anyone, but I knew I’d let him fuck me again if he wanted to. I really wanted him to want to. It took him two hours of napping and eating left-overs before he could, but he gave me another load in my ass before we dropped off to an exhausted sleep.
The next morning, we exchanged numbers and shook hands and said our goodbyes. I’d have sucked him off again, I tried, but I’d emptied him out the night before and his cock wasn’t having it. He climbed back into his cab, fired up the engine, and pulled away as I waved. I watched him turn around the bend towards the highway and then he was gone. I left an hour or so later, after a shower and a fast meal at the diner. Just outside of the turnpike, I considered how many miles there were still ahead of me. If I did a little speeding, I stood a better than decent chance of catching up with Mike’s truck somewhere on the interstate. Maybe we could find another rest-stop.