Trucker Pickup

As I made my way into the crowded truck stop restaurant I looked around for
a vacant seat and saw only one, at the counter, where a row of burly
drivers were chowing down. I sat, looked at the menu, ordered, and just
stared ahead, conscious of the glances of the guys seated next to me. OK,
there was a reason: I am both younger (much younger) and smaller than those
guys. I tried to be invisible as I ate, but that’s not really
possible. When I picked up my bill I got out my wallet to take out the
money and quickly discovered I did not have enough.

“Oh, shit,” I gasped.

The guy to my right, pictured here, said “You got a problem with the bill
there? Here, gimme that thing.” And he grabbed it from my hand. “I’ll take
care of it, bud. Say, where are you going?” Well, from there we started
talking and so we left the restaurant together.

“Which rig is yours?” I asked and he pointed to the biggest one way down
the line.

“You wanna see it?” he asked.

I wasn’t born yesterday, but I thought what the fuck and I said yes. When
we got there I wowed about the size of the cab and stuff. Well, longer
story shorter, he offered to let me see inside. And needless to say, once I
climbed in he managed to put a hand on my shoulder, then on my thigh, and
on it went from there.

In the bunk behind the seat he opened his jeans and I touched his dick and
then I kissed it and well, you know, I began to suck it. I had sucked dick
before but never a man who’s more than 20 years older than me. It was
really exciting, because he seemed kinda dangerous, even though he had been
only really nice to me. But after awhile he pulled out, opened my jeans and
pulled them down and off. He eased me back and then covered me, rubbing his
beard on my neck and face and then deep kissing me. It was then that I
totally melted. He kissed me some more and then nibbled at my nipples and
worked down to my crotch. He sucked my dick a bit and then my balls. Then
he lifted my legs and ran his tongue over my ass crack. He found my pucker
and licked vigorously, even sticking his tongue inside. My asshole was
exploding with all sorts of wonderful sensations.

Then the next thing I knew he was lubing his cock and pressing against my
asshole. He thrust it through my tight ring and I nearly passed out from
the pain. He pulled out and then calmed me down and told me how to press
down inside as if I were taking a shit and then he entered again. This time
I was able to relax and also push down and his dick began to slide in
me. There was this big pressure in my ass and it sort of ached, but I was
glad anyway that he was in me. Soon he was fucking me smoothly, all the way
to the hilt and grinding his crotch against my ass. It was wonderful; I
didn’t want it ever to stop. Then he started fucking me much faster in
gentle short strokes. It was only then that I discovered how much my ass
could enjoy having a cock in it. I was swiveling my hips and it was great
for both of us. Then he pulled out and told me to turn over. I got up on
all fours and he entered me again. Now he started fucking me deep again and
hard, as well as fast. He gradually increased speed and thrust, so that
soon he was slamming my ass with his crotch. He was grunting and groaning
and it was like having a wild man on me. He was sweating too and his body,
close on top of me, was sliding on mine. In all this I came to understand
why women hope for a real man. I’m moaning with pussy satisfaction. This
guy was so dominating me that I just wanted him to take me totally, do
whatever he wanted. His breath grew shorter and he started to tremble. It
was then that I came, shooting my spunk on the bed. Then with a low growl
he slammed me really hard and he began to cum. I could feel my ass getting
slimier with his spunk. It was a great feeling knowing that his fertile
jism was deep inside me.

When he pulled out I was going wild with appreciation for what had just
happened and I put my face right on his crotch. Even though it smelled of
ass I licked his cock clean and then he licked the cum left in my cock. We
dressed and I got ready to hop out. “You take care, now,” he said. “Oh, by
the way, fella, you are over 18, aren’t you?”

“Sure,” I answered, as I opened the door. “Yeah, two weeks from now,” I
muttered to myself.

When I jumped down from his cab it was nearly dark. As I walked along the
file of trucks back toward my motorbike, the lights of one of the big rigs
flashed over and over. I paused and the trucker leaned out the window and
said, “Hey, you looking for something?”

I said, “Maybe.”

“Wanna see the inside of my cab?” he asked.

“Sure, ” I replied as he opened the passenger door and I climbed up. It was
the guy who had been sitting on my other side in the restaurant.