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— Originally published in Honcho
magazine - February, 1992 —
Grabbing
a bite at the rest stop...
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I pulled up
to Jerry's Truck Stop around nine-thirty in the morning. It was rather
quiet, only two cars and one semi in the parking lot. It had been over
two years since I'd been there. I hoped they still had the showers in
the back. Having camped out the night before, I needed a good scrubbing.
I walked into the small diner, which looked exactly the same as I
remembered. The waitress, Judy, brought me a menu.
"Do you still have the showers here?" I asked.
"Oh, sure, honey. If you hurry, you can finish before the lunch rush
starts. You know how busy these places can get," she said. "You want
coffee?"
"Please. And if you'd bring me a cinnamon roll with butter, that should
just about do it."
When she left, I noticed the man in the next booth. He was about thirty,
with shoulder length sandy-blond hair covered by a baseball cap. Light
brown eyes and a nice smile. Your typical hunky trucker. A bit rough
around the edges. He kept watching me as he drank his coffee. I nodded
and said "Hi." He gruffly nodded back and went on eating his breakfast.
Judy returned with my coffee and roll and asked if I needed to rent a
towel or anything for my shower.
"No, thanks," I replied. "I've got everything I need in my car."
The man in the next booth asked for his check, paid it and walked out
the back door. I was kind of relieved. All that butch macho-stuff made
me nervous.
I finished up, paid the bill, then pulled my car around as Judy had
suggested. I got my travel bag out of the trunk and was starting toward
the shower building when out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the
truck still sitting there. Maybe he was sleeping or something, I
thought. As I entered the hallway to the showers, I could hear the sound
of water running. Great! Just what I needed. Having to take a shower
with some hard-assed macho trucker!
I entered the locker room and decided that I'd shave first, in hopes
that the trucker would be finished with his shower when I was ready to
take mine. Not that I was feeling shy. On the contrary, I was horny as
hell! I was afraid I'd spring a rod in the shower and maybe risk getting
the shit beat out of me by Mr. Macho Man.
The trucker had his back to me as I walked to the sinks. As I passed by
I snuck a quick look. He had a muscular back and legs. Well-shaped ass.
Nice and firm. His body looked more like that of an athlete than a
long-haul trucker.
As I stood watching him, he dropped his soap and bent over to pick it
up. The muscles in his legs tightened as his pretty pink asshole seemed
to stare at me.
Was this a subtle attempt to lure me into the showers? Or wishful
thinking on my part? I chose the safer option, and decided to shave my
face.
Staring into the mirror, I confronted a day's growth of beard. The
stubble looked pretty good. It drew attention to my dark eyes. My
reflection was rather handsome, I thought. Short black hair and sharp
features. "You're on vacation," I said to myself, "why not let it grow a
little longer." So with that I put my shaving utensils back in my kit
and proceeded to undress.
As I stripped, I checked myself out in the mirror. I was quite proud of
my body. At six-one, I had a slender build with great definition. Not
overly muscular, just right. I ran my hands caressingly over my chest
and stomach. The sensation of skin on skin felt good, almost too
good. Then, I suddenly remembered where I was — and with whom!
It may have already been too late; the trucker's eyes met mine in the
mirror. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders in a feeble attempt at
passing it off. I couldn't tell if it had worked as we shuffled past
each other, changing places. Both of us seemed to hide behind our
towels.
I turned the water on and allowed the strong, hot jets to envelope me.
After a day of driving, and sleeping in the wilderness, this felt great!
I was enjoying the warm bullets of spray pounding my muscular body,
relaxing my tight, sore muscles, when I suddenly felt the trucker's eyes
staring at me. I turned to see him leaning up against the wall. He had
his shirt on, but unbuttoned; he wasn't wearing anything else! I
followed the line of his opened shirt down his torso. He had a nicely
developed chest, with just a hint of hair between his pecs.
My eyes kept moving downward to where his left hand held his semi-hard
cock. God! It was a thick eight or nine inches long. How big would that
thing be when it was completely stiff?
His head was tilted in a cocky, self-assured manner, almost as if to
say, "Come and get it. You know you want it!" The attitude both
scared and intrigued me. Then, he shifted slightly and moved his hand so
I could see his entire fat shaft, and his egg-sized balls in their plump
sack.
All the while, his gaze never left my body. His eyes were mesmerizing,
drawing me closer to him. Still, I resisted.
Finally, he turned directly toward me. He jabbed his thumb into the base
of his cock and pulled the swollen head down between his legs, showing
off its impressive size. As if I wasn't already aware of those beautiful
nine inches!
When I still didn't move, he began to twist his right nipple with his
left hand. Slowly. Sensuously.
I could feel my own dick starting to grow as I watched this titillating
scene. When he let go of his cock, it sprang up and pointed straight at
me. I couldn't hold back any longer. I slowly walked over and knelt in
front of him. As I placed my lips around the crown of his cock, he took
my head in his hands.
I lapped at his mushroomed knob, moistened his entire cock with my
saliva as I sucked him in and out of my mouth. His breathing became
heavier and faster with each long stroke.
"Yeah, suck that cock!" he said. "Take the whole damn thing!"
I responded by spearing his cock all the way down my throat. He was
harder, thicker, maybe ten inches long.
"That's right. Suck it hard!" he said in a deep voice. "Umm... Yeah.
That feels good. Real good. Oh, yeah! Flip that tongue around
it!"
I swirled around on his tender dick-head, and he moaned. Then, he put
his hands under my arms and pulled me up to him. His lips met mine, his
tongue pushed its way into my mouth. I was trapped in a breathtaking
kiss. My cock slid between his legs, under his fat balls, nestling in
the crack of his ass, his own stiff rod captured between our stomachs.
I stripped off his shirt and pulled him into the shower with me. I
turned on all the jets and pointed them at us. Then I took my soap and
lathered up my cock as I once again kissed him, driving my tongue into
his mouth this time. The harder I lashed, the hotter he became.
"Put that cock of yours up my ass!" he whispered in my ear. "I want you
inside me!" Then, he turned around and spread his legs.
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