Fucked at the truck stop

My cock got hard when I looked in his eyes and saw his hunger for me.
Jim pulled his undershirt off and I was hit by the odor released by this.
It was like him – striking, musky, undeniably erotic. His chest was hair,
his pecs crowned with big dark nipples. His stomach was flat and hard.
His whole torso was tanned golden brown – I imagined him driving long
sunny days with his shirt off, or fishing shirtless on his days off.
Below his tan-line he was just as sexy. From his bush of dark pubic hair
grew his penis – long, hard, veiny, the big foreskin pulled back from the
flared red head.

I resisted leaning forward and devouring it again as I had before he’d
brought me here. I resisted because I knew getting fucked by him was
going to be even better than giving him a blowjob.

“You look good enough to eat,” the trucker said, “I like the way you look
up at me.”
“You look fucking awesome!” I said. “I need you to fuck me.”
“Yeah?” Jim said. “You need me to pile-drive my big cock into your
little gay boy butt?”
“Yes,” I said, “please!”
“Beg me,” he said with a grin.

I turned over on my back and spread my legs wide for him.

“Come on, man!” I pleaded. “I NEED you inside me! I need you to ram me,
stud! Come on, please, PLEASE, pound me, pork me, take me, FUCK ME!”
“Now THAT’S what I like to hear!” he said and climbed up on top of the
bed. My whole body tingled and vibrated with excitement as the naked
trucker crawled between my legs.

I fished a condom out of the pocket of my shorts and tore it open
quickly. The trucker said nothing as I unrolled the latex sheath over his
formidable meat and squeezed some lubricant on it from a travel-sized tube
in my other pocket.

We were ready.
“You set, gay boy?” Jim asked me.
“Yes, sir!” I said, and he got in between them and rested my feet on his
shoulders.

I knew this man wasn’t going to be big on romantic foreplay, so I just
prepared myself for a direct assault. The trucker took his cock in his
hand and aimed it until it was pressed against my asshole. I took a deep
breath and willed my whole body to relax and receive him.

It worked a little, but when he thrust himself into me it still hurt.
But the pain was accompanied by pleasure that was sharp and bright in its
intensity.

“Oh fuck yeah…” the man inside me said, closing his eyes as my asshole
gripped his dick and held it with ecstasy. Jim fucked me hard then,
shoving himself into me savagely. It was painful and wonderful at the
same time. “Aw…” he growled. “Nothin’ like a little gay boy ass,”
“That’s right, man,” I encouraged him. “Fuck me like you want to fuck
your girlfriend! Long and hard and deep, go on, I can take it!”
“Feels so fuckin’ good!” he said.

“Yeah, stud,” I answered, “’cause you’re so fucking hot!” His thrusts
got longer and faster, and I had to anchor myself against the wall behind
my head with my hands or he’d have thrown me all over the bed with the
passion of his fucking.

My cock was erect and dripping from the incredible ordeal it was
enduring. It was amazing to feel this way, to be reamed and pummeled by a
real man, a trucker stud like Jim!

“I’m gonna come soon, gay boy,” he said breathlessly.
“Me too,” I moaned.

I thought about how he’d looked earlier, leaning against the wall of the
bathroom, his big fat cock clearly visible through his jeans. I thought
about sucking that dick, feeling his manhood and power inside me. I
thought about him carrying me, how he’d slung me over his shoulder and
carried me like I weighed no more than a kid.

But most of all I thought about that exact moment, the sensation of this
man making rough love to me, screwing me, fucking me like I’d never been
fucked before.

And I came.

My load of spunk shot out of my cock in milky ropes that landed on my
chest and abdomen. My orgasm hit me then, blooming inside me like an
explosive flower of ecstasy. I felt my asshole contract, tightly
clenching around the trucker’s thrusting dick.

“Oh fuck YEAH!” he said, and I imagined the pleasure of the contraction
sending him over the edge as my butt held him in its grasp of bliss. “I’m
coming, gay boy!” he groaned above me.

“Do it, man!” I urged him, “Give me everything you’ve got!” The
trucker’s next groan was wordless, an animal cry of passion, and with a
final thrust I knew he was shooting his load deep inside me. I took it
all, gratefully, wanting all he had, wanting to give him as much pleasure
as I could.

Jim’s hands gripped my upper arms, his fingers digging in. In that
moment I didn’t care about pain. All I could think of was pleasing him,
making him feel better than he ever had.

And I thought, just maybe, that I had.

The trucker collapsed on top of me, the last waves of his orgasm washing
over him and through him.

We laid that way for a while, so long I thought he might’ve fallen
asleep. But then the trucker grunted and raised himself up, pulling his
cock out of my butt, which felt suddenly empty without it. With my eyes
closed I heard him snap the condom off. Then there was the sensation of
something rough and dry on my chest, and I realized that he was wiping my
spunk off of me.

When he was done he turned off the light in the sleeping compartment and
got back in bed with me. With his strong arms the trucker pulled me
close, my back to his chest. He wrapped those arms around me and held me
tightly. There was no need for words.

I snuggled against him and rested my head on my pillow. Only then did I
suddenly remember how tired I was, and I fell asleep almost immediately,
the reassuring feeling of Jim’s big soft cock against my butt cheeks.
The next morning I woke up early.

The trucker was still asleep, snoring quietly with a smile of contentment
on his face. I got up slowly and carefully so as not to wake him. I
moved my pillow into the space I had occupied, and he held it tightly as
if it were me.

I quietly made my way back to the truck’s cab, and let myself out of the
passenger door, locking it behind me.

Walking back to my car, I took a deep breath of fresh morning air and was
ready for the new day. A few moments later I drove out of the truck
stop and headed back toward the freeway entrance, where the open highway
was waiting for me.