Poz Trucker

[Toon]

(thanks to versmich for helping spark the idea for this story)

 

1987

The Summer after I graduated high school I worked as a dishwasher in a huge truck stop. It was a combination of restaurant, gas station, gift shop, showers, arcade and motel. It was located in a Kansas town that was bisected by a few major highways. I only got the job there because of my friend Lisa. She was my age and had been a waitress there since she was 16. I knew I was gay but never admitted it to anyone even though most of my friends had figured it out...maybe even before I did. Most of them were girls who liked to smoke, party and have sex. Sluts, basically. I liked how mouthy and tough they were, and of course I loved hearing about the guys they'd fucked. Lisa had a thing for truckers. She'd been through so many of them by the time I got hired. We both worked the 10 PM - 6 AM shift and often took our smoke breaks together. On our back through the dining area afterwards, she'd make remarks about which of the men she'd been with. 

"He's Jim. Huge dick but cums too fast".

"That guy is married with a kid, but we fuck every now and then".

"Ed is the one I'm most in love with right now. He eats pussy so good".

I guess I was developing a thing for truckers too. I liked their beards, beer bellies, caps and cowboy boots. They never seemed too clean either. I didn't get to see much of them because I was stuck back behind the kitchen, scraping the disgusting plates into a garbage can and feeding them into this giant machine that burned my fingers often. i also had cuts and bruises from this work. I hated it. I wanted to be out there among the men. The restaurant didn't hire waiters, but there were busboy jobs that came up now and then. With Lisa's help, I landed one of the vacated spots. It was great. I got to be among all these fascinating men and also chat with Lisa more often. I did well and the time went by a lot faster than it did back in the steamy hell I was used to. 

After a few weeks, I got used to some of the regulars and would make friendly chatter with a few of them as I cleared their tables. Every now and then I'd see a particularly attractive trucker and ask Lisa about him. She either didn't know them or had negative comments about their dicks, personalities or abilities in bed. I remember the night I first saw Warren. He was like something right out of a porn fantasy.  Big, beefy, dark hair and a somewhat evil smile. He had a big gut, but that didn't matter to me. I needed to know more...especially since he kept making eye contact with me. 

"Oh. Warren. He's a fag", she said casually. "At least what's what some of the other guys say. He has a twin brother that usually comes here with him, but I guess he's alone tonight. I think he lives in Wichita".

I stared at him one last time and added a smile.

It was almost 5:30 AM and we hit a lull. But Warren lingered, ordering coffee refills and pieces of pie. I wanted to think he was staying because of me. Lisa knew what was going on in my mind and pulled me aside. 

"Look -- I'm not judging you or nothing, but let's be honest for a second".

"What about?"

"I know you're gay, Mike. I've known for years".

"How?"

"Because you've never once looked at my tits and you just have something about you. I'm fine with it, but I know you want to flirt with Warren. Don't. He's got that deadly gay cancer..or so I've been told".

"You mean AIDS?"

"Yeah. I should have told you that before you touched any of his dirty plates".

I knew enough about things to know you didn't catch the disease that way. I also knew you couldn't catch anything by flirting. 

"Thanks, Lisa, but I'm not going to do anything with him. He might not even like me".

"Oh he likes you alright. I can tell these things".

6 AM. Lisa and I usually walked out together, but my relief hadn't shown up yet and the manager asked me to stay until he got here.

"Please? You'll get overtime and only one guy is here".

"No problem".

"Go see if we wants more pie. He's ordered four pieces already. Jesus -- nobody's showing up on time this morning". It was true. The morning shift was only now starting to trickle in.

I approached Warren's table, fixated on his sexy stare.

Ya working a double-shift or something?"

"No. The guy who is supposed to relieve me isn't here, so I'm staying until he gets here".

"You mean him?" he asked pointing behind me.

Travis had finally shown up. Of course he always had to go straight to the bathroom to get high before he clocked in.

"Yeah. He'll be here in about ten minutes. You want more coffee or more pie?"

"Jesus, no! I'm so wired on sugar and caffeine right now. I got a room upstairs, but I'm too hyper now to sleep. When the other guy finally comes back, meet me in the arcade and I'll kick your ass at pool or pinball". 

"Sure".

He hefted his giant body up off the chair, payed his bill and gave me one last look before heading down the hall to where all the games were.  Travis appeared at my side. "Sorry you had to stay. Larry already tore me a new one. Go home, buddy".

I took off my apron and went directly to the arcade. There was Warren, lumbering over a pinball game and cussing. That game was pretty tricky, but I was an expert at it. Warren finished the game and turned to look at me.

"Goddamn, boy! Look how skinny you are! Don't you get free food here?"

"Yeah, but bussing tables kills your appetite".

"Makes sense. Hey, I loaded a mess of quarters in already. Ready to play?"

So we played and it was pretty obvious that I'd mastered the machine and was beating him pretty badly. Maybe he was just trying to distract me, but he kept asking questions during my turn. 

"How old are you? What's your name?"

"I turned 18 in March. Name is 'Mike'".

"You live here in town?"

"Yep. My whole life".

I was still kicking ass at the game, so he kept asking questions.

"Got a girlfriend?" I shook my head. "Why not?"

"Just don't".

I was going to break my high score. He tried a different tact and stood closer to me. I could feel his crotch touch the side of my stomach and his hot breath on top of my head. That worked. I lost the ball down the middle and stepped aside to let him have his turn. 

"I'm Warren, by the way. I'm staying here in the motel tonight. Gotta take a load of steel fence up to Topeka tomorrow". He reached into his shirt pocket and handed me a pack of cigarettes. "Light a couple for us. I'm not letting you win this without a fight".

I turned away and lit both smokes. I put one in my mouth and tried handing the other to Warren. "Not just yet. Hold it for me, OK?"

He was getting the hang of it now. I looked around at the other games. "Centipede" was next to us and I hated it. Too fast and too nerve-wracking. 

"Hey, Mike. I'm on a roll here. Can you take a look down and see if I'm holding the flipper buttons right? I want to be as good as you are".

I looked down. His fucking naked cut cock was hanging out of his fly. 

"Well? How's it look?"

"Perfect, Warren. Very nice form".

He stepped away from the machine and the game was over. I'd won. He stood inches from me with his exposed dick twitching. He moved closer and kissed me hard on the mouth. 

"Touch it, Mike".

I did without even thinking. It was fat and getting harder. I wanted to keep doing it, but I knew there was a security camera in the corner.

"You got a room here. We're on video right now and should probably leave".

"You bet. Let's go".

I followed him back past the shower room and the completely dead gift shop. We climbed some carpeted stairs and there was his room. He unlocked it and ushered me in. All the lights were on as was the TV. 

"Have a seat".

I sat down on the edge of one of the beds.

"Hey Brad! You on the toilet or something? Get out here!"

Warren turned to me. "My brother and I travel together. He's cool".

In walked a man who looked just like his brother. Same dark beard, same build and same beer belly. He was just wearing underwear. He was so large and so covered with hair (front and back).

"What you got here, Warren?"

"I brought us a virgin for the night. Keep him company. I gotta get let go of about a gallon of coffee".

Wow. I was in this now. 

"You really a virgin?"

"Yeah. I guess".

"We'll help you with that. Got condoms with you?"

"Uh. No."

"Good. I mean, good for us, but not so much for you".

He took off his underwear and sprawled back in the other bed. His dick was identical to his brother's...and getting super hard right before my eyes. 

"Take off your clothes, kid. Lay back and relax a little".

I did as told. As I adjusted to the comfort of being off my feet after 9 hours, I thought about the mattress beneath me. How many truckers had fucked on this thing?? I started to sit up on my elbows, but Brad had climbed on top of me. "You like sucking dick?"

"I-I don't know. Never done it before".

"You're going to love it!". He straddled my chest and aimed his meat right at my face. He was so heavy. He moved farther up until the big purple head was on my lips. I licked it and kissed it. He slowly got closer and I had about a third of it in my mouth. I did indeed love it. But when he tried getting it down my throat, my gag reflex protested. 

"Shh. Shh. I'll go slower. Pretend you're yawning". As soon as I did that he shoved it straight into my windpipe. No air.

"Good boy. In a few hours, you'll be an expert. Thanks for letting me pop your throat cherry. I'm going to pump now".

He thrust his hips into my face and I reached my hands around and grabbed his hairy ass. 

"That's it. That's it".

He kept pumping back and forth and then stopped. I felt a thick liquid go past my tonsils. Semen was going down my throat. It was warm and I liked it. He let a few more drops out onto my tongue and then rolled over.

It wasn't real. None of this was actually happening. Was it? Two hours again I was carrying trays of dirty plates and cups in a restaurant. Warren was standing off to the side, watching everything. He was jerking himself into a frenzy. "I get the other end, Mike". He was panting like a dog.

And then he was on top of me. Aroused and breathless, he got right to work. He tried getting his own giant dick into my ass, but it just wouldn't fit...even after he added a bunch of spit to my hole. 

"Brad. Get back to his mouth and see if you can get him aroused. It's like trying to bust through concrete down here".

The bother was straddling my face again. He wasn't at a full hard-on yet, but close. "Maybe if he licks my ass a little...."

"Go for it. I'm gettin' nowhere here".

And then Brad position his giant furry ass right on my face. I was supposed to kiss it? lick it? I did both. He used his hands to spread his fat cheeks apart and planted that anus right on my lips. OK. I got it now. I stuck my tongue straight up and wiggled it around. I liked it. I really liked it. Brad was moaning and sighing.

"It's working, dude. His dick is completely hard now. Time to do this. Get off him so I can look at him."

And then Warren and I were looking in each others' eyes. He pushed and pushed and then he was inside of me. It was the same kind of sudden pain I got from that dish-washing machine. I'd survived that. I could survive this. He moved in slowly. It still hurt and I had tears in my eyes.

"Its OK, baby. This will be over soon. Push out a little. Yeah. Like that. A few more inches and we're there. The worst of it is over. Now hold on. You're getting FUCKED!"

And I was. Warren was like a machine. He was thrusting in and out so mechanically. And he was picking up speed.

""Oh shit! I'm cumming!"

And he left his load in my aching ass. 

Brad said,"I get it next!"

"Chill. Give him a chance to recover. He just gave me his virginity...and probably needs a few minutes to himself".

I got up and went to the bathroom. It felt like I needed to shit so bad. I did a little. The toilet bowl was red with blood. I cleaned myself up as best I could.

"You OK?". Warren asked as he lied back on the bed and put his arms behind his head. His armpit bush was so thick and dark. I just walked over to his side, knelt down and licked the pit.

"I think he's just fine, Brad".

Over the next few hours, they both fucked me again and Warren let me have a thick load down my throat. Twice.  We all woke up around noon in a big pile on one bed.

Warren got dressed and so did I. "I'm going to walk him out. Get dressed and get ready to go...we gotta be on the road pretty soon". 

We left the building. "You need to know something, Mike. You need to know..."

"I already know".

"Brad told you about the virus we have?"

"I know. It's OK. It's not like I had to go to your room. I made a choice".

He kissed me right there in broad daylight. I drove home in pure numbness. 

I never saw Lisa again. She eloped with some trucker she'd had her eye on. I only saw the brothers once more before I quit the job and headed off to college. 

I'd remember them forever. Forever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[OhNoDontPozMe]

I'm doing a cross country trip soon. I'd love to run into a trucker that loads me up

[pozpopperpig]

Love to be a slut for those Trucker Brothers!

[hrbigbelly]

That would be like a dream come true. Getting fucked hard and deep by twins. I would really love it myself. What a great story I am going to have to start hanging around at truck stops.

 

 

[RotzBBengel]

Love all your stories, but this is the best by far!!! Caters to almost all my kinks...

A young innocent boy brutaly deflowered by hairy, dirty, sweaty POZtruckers...HOLY FUCK...