[Gruntraq] JB Truck Service Part 7

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An erotic story continued from JB Truck Service 6

A few days after I blew off Jonny in the basement my cell phone vibrated in my pocket at work. I didn’t recognize the number but picked up and answered anyway. “Hey it’s Chet, from the other day. Remember me?” It was the butch trucker that fucked my brains out in the van. “Yeah, I remember!”, I replied. “What’s up man?” I could hear the background noise of his rig rolling down the road. “Hey I'm coming through town later tonight and wanted to see if you wanted to get together again”. No need to think about it. I wanted to get with the redneck trucker again.

“Sure man”, I said excitedly. “Where and when?” He said he was going to be stopping at the “Flying J” truck-stop on the west side of town for fuel and to layover for a while. “I have to get off the road for a while and rest”, he said. “I can only drive so many hours. I wouldn’t mind buying you some dinner and hanging out with you in my truck for a while”. Sounded good to me, a fuck and a meal. I agreed and we worked out the details. The truck-stop was only about 2 miles from the shop and I would head over there after work.

I got out of the shop about six o’clock. James and Ted had invited me over to hang out and play, but I told them I had other plans. I was excited to see Chet again, and visualized his hairy body and remembered his strong smell. His mid ruff cowboy persona and scruffy appearance worked together in a way that so turned me on. I couldn't wait to see his butch mug contorting in pleasure as he pumped his load into me. I got to the Flying J a bit early and parked on the side of the restaurant to wait in my car. As I sat there I marveled at the steady stream of hot trucker meat that passed by in and out of the store and restaurant.

About 20 minutes later my phone vibrated and I picked up. “Hey”, Chet said. “I’m here, where are ya?” I told him where I was parked and he said he would be up to see me. A couple of minutes later he walked up from the back lot where all the trucks were parked, idling in the evening air. In the dusky sunset light I could see his six foot frame bouncing along in his cowboy walk. I got out of my car and we shook hands. He looked around quickly to see if anyone was in earshot and said, “You want to come to my truck first?” I nodded affirmative and we headed off into the dusk toward the sea of trucks.

We came up to his rig and he unlocked the doors with a key fob. Looking around again he said, “Get in on the passenger side”. We both stepped up and got into the cab and sat down. The engine was idling and the AC was on. It was warm night and it made it nice and cool inside. “It’s good to see you again. Thanks for coming out”. He said. “Thanks for calling, I was hoping you would”. I replied. He smiled and said, “Come on back I show you my home on wheels.”

We were able to step back into what was the lap of luxury. He had a full 96” sleeper unit with a bed, a small toilet/shower room, and a mini-kitchenette. I was impressed to say the least. He gave me the quick tour and then pointed the built-in TV hanging overhead. “Want to watch a porn movie?” he asked. I smiled at the cowboy stud and said yes. He hit play and to my surprise, a Raging Stallion flick with Dred Scott, Francois Sagat and some other dudes came on. Damn! This guy had good taste. We just stood there for a minute or two as the movie started through the opening credits and star vignets.

Setting the mood, we just sort of started playing with each other as we stood there and started kissing as our hands roved each other’s cocks over our pants. As our passion play took depth he reached over and pulled the cab curtain shut and started undoing my pants. To my surprise, he dug into my meat and started getting his hands all over it. As I struggled to kiss and keep up, he knelt to the floor and started mouthing my cock. I was not expecting him to take this direction, but it was welcome. He started licking and sucking my meat passionately and intensely so much that I fell back on the bed. He was into it and knew what he was doing.

He pulled my shoes off, then my pants the rest of the way off as he remained focused on my fuck stick, going back and forth from sucking on my balls to licking my shaft. I wasn't expecting this. He stood up and hastily pulled off his wife beater, throwing it too the floor. He then unbuttoned his 501’s and let his meat spring into the air. I leaned forward and took his sweaty ripe cock into my mouth and reciprocated as he moaned and thrust it at my face. He briefly pulled away and finished shucking his boots and got his pants off.

We snugged together on his small bed, kissing roughly in his mess of musky smelling blankets. I could smell his body odor in the linens as our arms wrapped around each other, our bodies rubbing back and forth in a clumsy heated way. Getting wet at the tips, he whispered in my ear and said, “Wanna fuck me this time?” I didn’t need an invitation from this butch stud. I was a good bottom man, but I can top too. I couldn't wait to fuck this cbutch trucker for all he was worth, make him squeal and grunt. “You got some lube?” I asked.

He reached in the corner of the bed mattress and pulled a tube of slick stuff out from under a pillow and handed it to me. Laying on his back, he pulled his legs up over his chest, showing me his hairy fuck hole. I squirted some lube on my hands and slicked up my cock. I squirted some more on my hands and finger fucked his stinky tight little pucker. Smelling his ripe body odor in air I probed his warm velvety hole for a minute or two, massaging him slick and soft. His head rocked back and his jaw dropped open. His square whiskery face looked so hot as he let out a quiet moan of pleasure. “Yeah, fuck my hole bud”.

I pushed in between his legs and began sliding my 7” meat into the man. Not getting much resistance, I slid in all the way and pulled back, slid in slowly again. He rolled his head around and shut his eyes some while moaning softly, “Ohh fuck, yeah. Come on, fuck me”. Bracing myself, I got to thrusting on him pretty good. It was so hot watching his beautiful face crooning and cooing as I slammed him. I never lasted long on top so I was savoring it. Arching his back, he wrapped his legs around my ass and pulled me in tighter. “Oh, fuck me! Yeah, harder”. His hole squeezed tight around my sliding dick, feeling warm and heavenly.

Looking into me with an expression of lust he reached up and pulled me to him face to face as I fucked him. He looked me in the eye and grunted in my face, his fast shallow breaths mixing with mine. We kissed wet and sloppy as I increased my rhythm, getting ready to cum. “Yeah, yeah, gonna blow!” I warned. He tightened his grip around my ass with his thick hairy calves, pulling me in tighter. Sinking into him like a bean bag chair I repeatedly squirted the butch trucker stud's fuck chute with my boy juice. I then fell on his chest and we laid there and kissed for a while as my dick shrunk and eventually slid from his sloppy shit hole.

After that I proceeded to suck his massive hairy cock till he fed me with his warm seed. We spent the next half hour laying together in the sleeper watching what was left of the Raging Stallion flick, passively cuddling and kissing. We were in a strange trance of comfortable silence together. Sharing a passion that was above just sucking and fucking, something that was quiet, tender and vulnerable.

We finally got dressed and went into the restaurant to have dinner. We talked a lot about ourselves and got a good friendship started. He was married as it turned out, but in the middle of getting a divorce. Being on the road all the time had taken its toll. Moreover he had taking a liking to sex with men in the past year or so on the road. He was 37, technically old enough to be my father but much younger than his age in looks. While there was a great divide, we found common ground.

We hit the truck and he took me down this time, hammering my hole with his massive meat once more. As we laid together naked in his idling bed he said, “I’ll be back next week. Can I call you?”, I kissed him and said, “You better”.

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hey my friend I wanted to tell you that Dred Scott was a Titian man not ragging stallion