I’d had no idea College boy and I had had an audience but at least it was an appreciative one. Locking the Caddy behind me I strolled around to the driver’s side of the Kenworth. The driver looked down, still grinning. “Looks like he had quite a mouthful, buddy.”
“If it hadn’t been as stiff as a brick it would have been a throatful. Got another smoke?” He tapped a Marlboro light out of the pack, lit it and passed it to me. “Thanks.” With a bellyful of seminal fluid and a lungful of tobacco smoke, I felt like some conversation. “What’s up, man? You just hangin’ out watchin’ the cocksuckers work?”
He laughed, “No. Pulled over to find me a cocksucker though.” He nodded towards the car in front of him. “He flashed his brake lights when I pulled in. Been sittin’ here almost 15 minutes and he hasn’t made a move yet.” He lit another smoke. “He’s sucked me off before in here, or some guy in a car just like that one has.”
“I wouldn’t want to get in anybody’s way, especially if he’s your regular. I could go sit in my car for a bit and see if you hook up.”
“Nah, been too long.” He looked down at me, “You wanna s*** some more c***?”
“Always wanna.”
“But are you ready?”
“Born ready.”
“You swallow?”
“Does the Pope wear a dress?”
He laughed, “Come on up.” He popped the door and headed for the back. By the time I got the door closed and myself in the sleeper, he was already naked. He laid back along the narrow bed, spread his legs and said, “Don’t wanna hurry you too much but I ain’t got a lot of time.” I nodded understanding.
He was kinda pudgy, a one pillow Santa build. That’s a guy who isn’t quite fat but only needs one pillow to fill out a Santa suit. Gray hair all over but not too much of it. His pig was like College boy junior. Same tapered shape, turned up curve and carved from stone but only about half the size. Shouldn’t be any trouble getting to the root of this problem.
“Take off your shirt.” I did and then jumped on his f*** stick like a starving man jumps on a buffet table. It all fit in a single stroke and when I pushed to find that proverbial extra inch, it tapped the back of my throat without going in. I went straight away into a long stroke, head twisting, tongue swirling full steam b******. One of his hands was clawing at my head, fingers twisting in my longish hair. His other gripped the shelf next to his sleeper to keep him from falling out. He squirmed, he moaned, he grunted and bucked. But no matter how much noise he made or how hard he pulled at my hair, I wasn’t coming off that c***.
This was fun! No messin’ around getting it hard, no smelly, no talk, just an intense full mouth c*** attack on a guy who really needed it. My mouth was providing plenty of lube, so I took a short break, just enough to give him a breather and let me get his balls good and soggy than went back at it again.
From the tip down I did a clockwise circuit around his meat with my tongue. Halfway down it stopped underneath and I spent the rest of my downstroke sawing it back and forth against his pisspipe. On the way up, I hit the halfway point and did a counter clockwise swirl up to the tip then reversed stroke and direction and repeated. Getting comfortably coordinated with the complex multiple motions, I gradually increased my speed. He started getting really loud now. “F***!” “GODDAMN!” His belly was heaving with breath, he wiggled and squirmed like he was almost, but not quite, trying to get away.
“S***! I can’t . . . FUUUUCK . . . can’t hold it . . . no more!” He had both hands clawing the back of my head now. “HERE IT CUUUUUMMSS!” Screaming, shouting filth, he twisted, kicked and rolled back and forth on the tiny bed but never let go of the skull he was f******. I had a good grip on his a** and pulled with my hands as hard as I pushed with my head. Like a juicy tommy gun, a rapid fire “bangbangbang” of sweetish slime blasted my throat. With nowhere to go, and determined not to lose any as I had with College boy, his warm, sticky goo soon backed up into my mouth. I pulled off it long enough to gulp, missed a shot that smacked me between the eyes and slammed my head back down for another tonsil hosing.
By the time the last ooze had disappeared down my gullet, it had been a three gulper. When he’d caught his breath he stared at me. “I’m glad I didn’t wait for that other cocksucker. F*****’ A that was hot!” He laid his head back down and caught a few more breaths. I used the time to clean up the odd dribble or two then wiped him dry with my face and hair.
He lit a smoke, offered me one then threw me the rest of the pack, “F***, keep it. S***, I’ve spent good money on whores that couldn’t give me p**** half as good as that b*******!” I felt deeply flattered and when he asked for my phone number, possibly the most sincere compliment a trucker can give a guy, I gave him the correct one. “Hey, what’s your name?”
I grinned as I climbed down, “You can call me Cocksucker, but ask for Lee on the phone.” I strolled back to my car laughing and enjoying his smoke.
Took him a few minutes to get ready for the road but soon his lights were shrinking down the on ramp and he was gone. I headed for the guardrail to piss down the bluff but a big pickup pulling a horse trailer pulled in and parked behind me, actually on the ramp. His lights were full on me and I wondered at the rudeness he showed by not turning them off. Then I noticed his dome light was on and he was messing with his satnav. Not willing to wait, I strolled down past the rig I’d parked behind and took my much needed leak. Putting things away, I turned in time to see Satnav Guy sliding past and then looked up and saw a naked leg slung across the rig’s wheel. Another naked leg was propped against the passenger headrest and the window was open. A hand reached up and waved at me from the driver’s side so I walked over, climbed up and saw a hairy, bearded guy hunkered down sideways in the driver’s seat wearing nothing but a ball cap and a smile.