I’d already had the best night of tricking I’d had in a long time but it was still early. I needed to be in Knoxville about ten in the morning and it was only a couple hours easy drive north so I figured I’d keep at it a bit and see what else might be going on. The Valley View was empty now. Mine was the only vehicle that wasn’t a rig and they were all were all dark so I headed for the next pullover in case that other trucker had stopped there to wait for me.

Like I said before, that next pullover wasn’t a good pickle park. Cops came through from time to time and even though the parking spaces down the right side were all angled into the curb for car parking, it was posted “Trucks over ten wheels only”. I pulled in anyway. Lots of rigs and an F-250 crew cab duelie pulling a Uhaul but no activity that I could see. After a bit I got out for a walk and slowly strolled down the row of spaces. The rigs were all dark until about halfway down. There he was! The driver I’d seen back at the Valley View! He was still shirtless, had his inside lights on and looked to be doing paperwork. I wandered across the drive, around his cab and stopped below his window. I lit a smoke and the fire caught his eye. He looked down, scowling, then seemed to recognize me and his face lit up. Down came his window and he spoke. Between the traffic on the highway and the noise of his diesel I couldn’t make it out so I cupped my hand to my ear. He winked, popped open his door and I noticed his paperwork was a skin mag and he wasn’t shirtless, he was naked. I climbed right up and hung on the hand bar.

“I was gonna ask you what was up tonight but it looks like about eight inches.” Indeed, it was the biggest d*** I’d seen so far that night.

He laughed, “Yeah, about that much. Needs suckin’.”

“Thought it might.” I peered around him toward the sleeper. “Got room in there for company?” He slipped into the back and waved me in. I closed the door and wound the window up.

He extended a hand, “I’m Hard Up Mike.” His eyes twinkled in the darkness.

“Glad to meet you, Mike, I’m Hungry Lee but you can call me cocksucker.” His handshake was firm and warm and he wasn’t naked after all. He was wearing well worn cowboy boots. “Hmm . . . Isn’t it kinda tough to get dressed in a hurry when you still got your boots on?”

“Got that figured out.” He picked up a pair of knee length, baggy shorts, slipped them on over his boots and then pulled on a black Tshirt. “By the time any cop can get to my door I’m dressed.” We both laughed. “How about you come back here and get me naked again?”

I stepped into the back. He reached out front, locked the doors and stepped back in to close and zip the curtain. It was pitch black in there now. I heard a click and soft red light barely lit the space. From where I was hunkered down, he looked tall. Six-two at least and lean. Even with the baggy shirt and shorts I could see this one had no trucker tummy. I reached up and stroked his belly through the soft fabric and could feel his abs ripple as he flexed them.

Grinning, he lifted up his shirt to let me look. I stroked his lean flanks. Those muscles were hard too. “You don’t have a trucker’s build at all, more like a gym guy.”

He nodded, “Yeah, I do a twenty minute run most days, pull my mattress onto the floor and use that space to do my crunches and push ups.” He peeled back out of the shirt and showed off his tight bod and cut muscles. “I like to keep in shape. S** is better that way.”

“Speaking of s**, how about I get a look behind your fly?”

“Help me out of my boots first.” He lifted a foot and I slid the boot off, then the other foot. Even his feet seemed muscled and I couldn’t resist caressing my cheek with his instep. “I ain’t in no hurry so feel free to take it easy and enjoy.” Clearly he got off on ‘gifting’ his body to admiring cocksuckers. It was a gift I intended to enjoy thoroughly. He put a foot on my shoulder, “Kiss it.”

Starting at the instep, I slowly made love all the way to his heel, then back up to the ball of his foot which got a slow lick across. The skin was soft and smooth, slightly moist and smelled of leather punctuated with a bit of sweat. I kissed each toe in turn then started sucking the big one. Each toe got a b*******. He muttered his approval before giving me the other foot to love. I slid my hands up his iron thigh. My left discovered his a** was hard too, my right found a patch of curlies, a warm sack of balls and a slowly stiffening prick.

“How about you take that look behind my fly?” He planted both feet on the floor so I tugged the shorts down. Once the waistband cleared his hips, they dropped down to puddle around his ankles. His balls hung limply behind a thick arc of meat that twitched it’s way to horizontal as I gently stroked it with a cheek and showered it with tender kisses. I groaned a bit of my own appreciation for what I’d found.

“You swallow?” I could only nod as I rolled my closed eyes up and down his shaft. He reached down, cupped my jaw with a massive paw and squeezed gently. My mouth popped open and his other hand grasped his c*** leaving a good three inches still showing and guided it into my eager maw. The tip seemed to peer shyly from the thick hood. He whispered, “Yeah, you gonna got some d*** tonight, buddy. Gonna make me a happy man.” He pushed his c*** in until his fist was firmly against my lips and mashing my nose. My nostrils lost his musky scent. I felt him twitch it and he stroked twice before taking his hand off it and backing away.

His rod was standing at full attention now, veins popping out and his foreskin peeling back under the pressure to show a shining purple head. The long shaft was stiff now and my eyes traced the veins back to a thick bush of amber hair shot through with silver. Up it went, thinning out enough to expose his six pack then farther up to spread thickly across his muscled chest. His n****** stood out pinkly through the golden fur. I slid my hands up his carpet, covered them and gently stroked circles. “Mmm . . . ” They stood out now, firm and pointy.

I slid my hands gently across his chest, gave his hairy pits a tickle then slid them back down his sides to his hips then around to caress his rigid c***. “Oh, yeah.” I kissed it, licked it, squeezed and petted it. The urethra was prominent only near the balls, the shaft perfectly round but for a bit of flatness on the top. He was ungroomed and while this normally wouldn’t be a turn on, he wore it well. “God loves a hairy man.”

He chuckled, “And a hairy man loves a dutiful cocksucker.” His smile faded, “You really don’t mind me calling you a cocksucker?”

My answer was to put his meat in my mouth and gobble until that purple warrior was knocking at the door to my throat. His smile came back, “I thought not, cocksucker.”

Pulling his d*** back out of my mouth, I looked up at him as I cupped his hairy low hangers. “As long as you keep feeding me this fine beef, you can call my anything you like.” I sank half the shaft back into my mouth and teased him with the promise of going deeper before pulling back and lifting it up so I could examine his gems. They were swollen, heavy looking and had plenty of heft in my palm. Pushing his rod out of the way, I buried my face underneath, wallowing in musk and sticky sweat.

“Yeah, worship me, buddy. Show me how much you love havin’ your face between my thighs.”

I fondled, licked and then sucked my way all around his heavy eggs, slobbering all over them. I knew the coolness would draw them up which would help at c** pumping time. I moved back up to his meatsicle and this time managed to pop the head down my throat but I ran out of lube before getting much farther. I backed off and just as I spit some goo into my hand to spread around it, I heard him hawk up a loogie. His aim was pretty good. It splattered just behind the head and started to roll off to one side. I caught it with my tongue and spread it over as much skin as I could before going for the gold.

I grunted just before popping the head in my throat again and pushed. Hard. Down it went, stretching tightly in my inside my neck. Thicker than it looked, I knew I’d be sore tomorrow but that didn’t matter. What mattered was showing this guy how much fun his pork was going to have and listening to the noises he was going to make.

Down I went again, a long, slow gulp until his p**** were mashed into my face. One of his hands covered the back of my skull, the other was on top and ten strong fingers tangled in my hair. He groaned and started thrusting to match my strokes. “Take it, man! Take that long, thick s****** all the way down your throat.” He ground his hips hard and found another inch. “C’mon, cocksucker! Daddy needs to bust a nut in your skull!”

He was slammin’ my face now and I wasn’t letting go of his granite a** cheeks until he was done. And that time was coming. His grip on my head tightened, “Yeah! Yeah, b****! Take it all! Here it comes!”

From the tip of my tongue all the way down my throat I felt the pulse of his piss tube, the flex of his stiffness and deep in my sore throat comforting slime gushed over and over again. I struggled to swallow so it wouldn’t back up. Not easy when the meat is that thick but it all went down and every time I squeezed my throat, he shook. At last he fell onto the bed, his baby maker escaping from my face in a slimy mess. He rolled onto his back, sweaty, chest heaving, his thick tool twitching and oozing a pearl of s*****. I licked it off, glad to get to taste it, then stood and stripped off my clothes.

His breathing slowed, the smile on his face attesting to how much fun that had been. His sperm factory was drawn up into a wrinkly double sphere under his f*** trunk. When he opened his eyes, his smile changed to puzzlement. “When did you take off your clothes?”

“Just now.” He looked even more puzzled. “You said you weren’t in a hurry, I figured you meant for the second load,” and winked down at him. I turned and mooned him. “Put ‘er there, pal!”

He laughed, “Probably take a little while but . . . hell yeah! Been gettin’ plenty of head. A piece of a** sounds like a fine idea.”

“They say a good hunter always eats what he shoots.” It was a risky thing to say. Truckers tend to be straight guys just looking for relief.

He frowned, “Oh yeah?” He got off the bed. “On your back and stick that a** up in the air where I can get to it!”

Each to his own, but for me, one of the most e***** sensations there is is the scrub of a guy’s stubble sandpapering my a** crack while his wet tongue does a waltz with my f*** hole. Mike did not disappoint.

“Damn, that’s some sweet tastin’ boi p****!” and back down again he went. My cheeks would burn for days but so what? How often do you get a macho trucker burying his face between your cheeks? And this one was a master! He used his fingers to peel the rosebud back until my r***** was virtually inside out and then fought his tongue in as deep as he could get it. I trembled and shook with excitement.

I squirmed around on the bed with my elbows behind my knees as he slurped and sucked a** crack until the spit ran down my back. “Gonna need some more lube.” He grabbed my d*** in his meaty paw and started stroking and sucking. Folded up on my back with this hairy manimal tearing me up was more than I could stand especially with the taste of his c** backing up my throat. It took only a few minutes to blow my load in his mouth.

After I’d calmed down a bit he sat up, spat my c** into his hand and used it to grease up his pole. He must really like munching b*** crack ’cause it was flying high and mighty again. He crawled forward a bit, grabbed an ankle and using the other hand to aim said, “Come to poppa, big boy” and started pushing his handsome f*** stick into my slimy mancunt. Expecting it to hurt like hell – it was thick and for me it had been a while – but surprise! My hole opened up like a hungry flower and let him slide it right in. Half a dozen strokes later he had his fist pressed into my a** crack and started grinding away slowly at my guts. We both moaned. He from the heat and me from feeling my innards stretched more than they had been in a long, long time.

As the last inch disappeared into my struggling c*** warmer, he took his hand off his d*** and grabbed the other ankle. In went the last two inches. I squeezed tight, he grinned and started long, slow f*** strokes. “Mmm . . . hot f****** a** . . .”

“Christ, that thing is huge!” It filled me side to side and hit bottom every time he pushed. “But it’s a damned good fit, studly!”

“Yeah, it is. Most b****** can’t take it all, won’t even s*** it and most guys on the road can’t take it either. But YOU, damn, you can take it all in both ends!”

The slime was making for a s*** f*** but soon dried up. The friction as it tugged on my tender rectal tissue was wonderful until it got too dry and started to burn. He sensed it too. “Hang on.”

Mike pulled his massive salami out of my a** and reached back to a drawer under his TV. He came up with a tube of ky. Must have shoved half the tube up my a** before he started squeezing it out. After throwing it back in the drawer he dug around and found a small can of butter flavored Crisco. Pulling off the lid, he shoved his c*** right into it then pulled it out, the head obscured by a thick coat of bright yellow. “Check this out.”

Aiming at my f*** hole with one hand holding up an ankle, he started pushing again. This time his meat slid right in. The sensation was awesome! Slimy on the inside from the ky, his groin and my cheeks kept sticking together from the gooey lard. The slurping and slapping sounds of his much faster stroking combined with his gutteral cries to make me feel fucked like I’d never been fucked before.

“F*****’ HOT f*****’ asscunt!” He picked up more speed and grinned down at me. “Yeah, you f*****’ take it, b****. Every f*****’ inch!” He pounded away at my shitter, as if trying to beat me up from the inside out. “OHFUUUUUCK!” He suddenly froze on the outstroke with half it still up my a** then shoved mightily back in. I felt the twitch and throb of his massive p**** in my a****** and watched him with his eyes shut tight, head thrown back, sweaty, hairy chest heaving and body shaking with the power of his o*****.

Mike’s body slowly melted into mine, our hairy chests mixing sweat, hot steamy breaths filling the sleeper. His d*** continued to twitch in my a****** and every now and again he’d slide it around for a bit of afterfuck. C** started seeping out around his slippery shaft and running down my back. He’d have a wet spot to sleep on for sure.

Finally his s****** slipped free of my happy, slimy gut and he got off me. Standing next to the bed hanging onto the top rack he looked so s***. His body glistened with sweat in the red light, his c***, still swollen to most of it’s max size hung in a long arc out in front of his still tight sac. I felt so relaxed and, well, fulfilled somehow until I noticed his little travel clock. “Damn! It’s almost six!”

Mike snapped his head around. “S***! I’m supposed to be in Huntsville in an hour and a half.”

We started grabbing for clothes and pulling them on as fast as we could. “I wanna see you again, Mike.”

“Ditto, buddy.” Having gotten mostly dressed, he went up front and started the diesel then reached for his phone. He dialed my number as I gave it to him. I answered, “I can feel your little wrigglies swimming around in my belly.”

He grinned, “And may you get many more.”

I sat in my old Caddy watching his lights shrink down the freeway and enjoying a smoke before heading out. If Mike had been my only trick of the night it would have been a successful evening and I was sure I’d hear from him again.