[FelchingPisser] "Come Rape Me, Daddy"

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Out of the blue I got an email from a man I first spoke with over two years ago. He used to travel with his truck driver boyfriend and look for hook-ups where ever they did a layover. We'd talked back then about a meet, but schedules had never worked out. He wrote me at the very end of May. He was driving truck by himself now. He'd be in the town just north of me for the night, and needed some relief. "Come rape me, Daddy," he wrote. "I need to be used. Be brutal with that big dick of yours. No mercy..."

The place is packed. It feels like every semi crisscrossing the state has parked here for the night. I am behind a truck stop--greasy food and grimy showers inside, a huge parking lot behind outside. His truck is easy to spot--it has very distinctive designs on the fenders of the cab. I park in the area for cars quite some distance away. I walk through the valley of the big rigs parked for the night. It's not quite dark yet. I feel very exposed making my way back to his cab. A trucker with a massive beard stares down on me from his seat high above. His eyes follow me. He knows just what I'm doing here, dressed in my camos and combat boots. I wonder if he wants some, too...

I am suddenly at the rig. The driver side door is ajar. Just as he told me it would be. I step up and swing into the driver's seat. I pull the blackout curtain the rest of the way shut. I've blacked out the last few rays of the setting sun and leaving us in gloom. I turn around. He has a weak lamped light burning over the bed. It makes more flickering shadows than real light.

And he's there. As he said. On all fours. Ass in the air. White fabric stretched over a full, round ass. His head is buried under his arms. Without a word, my hand connects a solid smack on his ass. It reverberates in the closeness of the cab. He grunts.

"I told you a jock." I am whispering. Making him strain to hear me.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I don't have one," he manages to gulp out before my hand comes down on his ass again. Hard.

He whimpers.

I kneel, still full dressed, and peel the underwear slowly off his ass. I bury my face in his hairy crack...just for a second. He tastes of soap from his shower. He moans now. Contented. I stand up and back hand his left ass cheek. I proceed to undo the buttons on the camos.

"Turn around, Faggot. You need to get my cock wet."

I am hard. And my cock head drooling.

He raises his head. I grab the bandanna out of my pocket and get it over his eyes before he can see me. He starts to make a slight vocal protest, but thinks better of it. He squirms around to suck my cock. I guide it in. It's a terrible angle for both of us--he's all teeth.

"Spit on it."

He does. Blindly. It lands on my cock head, looking a little like cum.

I pull him around. His legs are now on the floor, his chest pressed to the mattress. I pull his arms to the small of his back and hold them there. My cock is brushing his furry hole. He has to feel it waiting there. With no lube but my precum and his spit I press forward.

He howls. He stops himself as my left hand smacks his head.

"Yes, Sir. Fuck me, Sir."

And I do. I fuck him hard. Long strokes. I pull all the way out. And back in. He whimpers and whines a little less every time I re-enter.

I slowly accelerate the tempo. I am banging his ass hard. My hips sound terrific as they slam against his up turned fleshy cheeks.

"Get on all fours." He does just what I tell him.

I slip in easily now. His ass has lubed itself in protection from the invader.

"Where do you want my load?"

"Where ever you want to put it, Sir."

I grunt--well pleased.

"You are going to keep my load in your ass all night."

He makes no response. My hand connects on his meaty butt cheek again.

"You hear me?"

"Yes, Sir. All night, Sir."

"You want it?"

"Yes, Sir." I am actually close already. "Breed me now." I can feel the cum start to churn in my balls. "Cum in my ass!"

"FUCK." I slam forward, shooting the first spasm as deep as I can send it. His head goes into the wall. He grunts. I do too, with each successive blast from my cock. His ass is grasping me tightly.

"Thank you, Sir," he mumbles.

"Good boy..."

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There's an email waiting for me when I get home.

"Thank you SIR it was the best you made me cum twice"

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