Trucker's Delight

From: Stephen A. Peters

Picture: Michael Kirwan

Published in: Honcho, 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.

There was that pink asshole again, staring at me. Only this time there was no question as to what it wanted. I placed the tip of my cock up against his tight hole. Slowly I pushed forward, till the head of my hard cock popped past his clenched butt-ring.

"Oh, slow ... slow!" he moaned as he placed his hands on my hips to guide mine. "It's been a long time since I've had one this size. Take it nice and s ... l ... o ... w!" By the time he'd finished the word "slow" I was completely in, right to the balls. I waited a few moments, then started pulling back out. His tight hole gripped my dick firmly.

I was in no hurry. I wanted to take my time fucking his firm, tight ass. In all the way, then back out to the tip. His asshole practically begged for morel As he became more accustomed to the size of my cock, I increased the tempo of my thrusts.

"You've got a great ass!" I said between gasps.

"Yeah. Hot ass gettin' fucked by a big dick."

He began to speed up the tempo, working his butt to meet each of my thrusts. He wanted to be fucked rough-and he was gonna make sure he got it!

"Oh, man that feels so fuckin' good. Fuck that tight ass!" he screamed as he bucked harder on my cock. "Shove that dick all the way in!"

He reached around, grabbed my ass and pulled me hard against him. I slammed my cock deeper and deeper, my balls slapping against his wet ass with each collision. I put my hands on his taut, muscular ass and spread 'em further apart, kneading his tight buns as I drove harder, faster.

The trucker moved back from the wall, bent down and grabbed his ankles, giving me a better shot at his hot hole. His tailbone slammed against my crotch with each thrust as we began to fuck each other wildly.

I forgot completely where we were. I slapped his right bun. The smack on his wet ass echoed loudly, as if I'd slapped him much harder than I had.

"That's right," he said, "fuck me 'til I can't sit down. Pound that cock up my ass!"

I slapped his ass again, and he moaned. I'd found what he liked, and I kept it up. Smacking his ass as my prick pistoned in and out of his tight hole.

The tempo of our fuck increased. Pretty soon I knew I couldn't hold back. The pressure was building in my nuts.

I grabbed the trucker's hips with both hands and pulled him back hard against my cock. He sensed I was close and grabbed his own drooling ten-incher, beating it in tempo with my thrusts. His ass was taking my whole cock with each shove.

"Oh, God! I'm gonna cum!" I groaned.

My nuts pulled up tight and I began to shoot up inside him. He let out a long moan as his own dick fired, blasting stream after stream onto the shower floor.

We finally quit shooting and I collapsed onto his back. After resting a few seconds, trying to regain our composure, I pulled my cock from his tight ass. We took turns washing each other's dicks, exploring each other's well-toned bodies, sudsing and soaping every inch.

After a while, we began making small talk. I learned his name was Sam and that he was driving a truck to save up enough money to open a bar. He was hauling a load down south when he stopped in here and noticed me.

He knelt down and started sucking my cock again, quickly getting it rock hard. Suddenly he looked up at me, and smiled.

"Why don't you ride along with me?" he asked. "I'm sure we could find a safe place to leave your car. The trip would be fun, to say nothing of the fringe benefits!"

I thought about it for a second. Seeing my indecision, Sam resumed his blow-job, trying to persuade me. His hot, slick tongue licked up and down my hard-on, stabbing in and out of my piss-hole. I could tell this was one cock-sucking trucker who wouldn't take no for an answer!