This happened to me about 15 years ago. Back then Boomtown, just west of Reno, NV, was still pretty much a truck stop. It consisted of a small casino, buffet dining room, a few hotel rooms, a gas station for cars and a larger one for trucks. There was a small paved lot for cars in the front and a very large gravel lot for trucks out back.
My ex (Randy) and our friend Beth had just spent a few days in Reno. We did some light gambling, enjoyed the cheap meals and took in a few shows. On our way out of town we decided to stop at Boomtown, which was the last casino before leaving Nevada on I-80. When we went in, we split up and said we'd meet in about an hour at the buffet. My ex and Beth went to find the blackjack tables. I headed for the quarter slots.
I wandered the few rows of slot machines to the row along the back wall. I stopped as I turned the corner. I turned just in time to witness this very ruggedly handsome man pull a cocktail waitress into his arms and kiss her deeply. His right hand quickly went to her ass and reached under her mini-skirt. She pulled out of his arms and gave him a slap in the face and walked away, straightening her skirt. He turned back to the slot machine, picked up his beer bottle and took a swig.
This man was just my type. He was in his mid to late 40s, tall and muscled from hard work, rather than from a gym. He had a big mustache and at least a week's growth of beard. He wore dusty, well-worn black cowboy boots and black t-shirt with a black leather vest over it. On his head he wore an old beat-up straw cowboy hat. He was wearing tight 501s that were far from new and black belt with a rodeo-style buckle that you could serve a sandwich off of. I quickly took a look at the crotch of his tight 501s and could see that he had a nice hard piece of meat down his left leg. His jeans were tight enough that I could see the outline of his helmet-headed cock. This is when I should have turned and walked the other way, but I didn't.
I walked over to a machine one down from him and put in a couple of quarters. I nodded and said, "Hey, how's it going." He responded with a grunt and something about fucking cock-teases in this place. I took a shot and said, "Yeah, I can see she really got you going." He replied with something about it having been 3-4 days since he last had any pussy and he was fucking hard up, so to speak. I said that I wished I could help him out with that.
He looked at me for a moment and kind of got a crooked grin on his face. I wasn't sure if this was a good thing or if I was about to get my lights punched out. He said, "Well, I usually like to fuck a nice pussy or I love to fuck a bitch in the ass too. That's hot. Right now I'd settle for a good blowjob. I really need to get my nut off and I haven't jerked myself off since I was 13 years old." I smiled and said, jokingly, that I couldn't help him with the pussy, but had never had any complaints about my mouth or my butt. He put some quarters in the machine he was playing, pulled the handle, and watched the outcome. He didn't come up with anything. He said under his breath, while still facing the machine, that if I wanted to give him some head to count to 60 after he left and head out to the truck parking. He'd be having a cigarette on the driver side of his red Peterbilt. With that he headed for the back entrance.
I had to control my breathing as I counted to 60. I couldn't believe this was happening. I finally got to 60 and slowly made my way out of the casino and across to the truck parking area. I finally found him parked towards the rear of the lot. Just as I walked up to him he dropped the last of his cigarette in the gravel and ground it out with the toe of his boot. He nodded and said the driver's door was open, and to climb on up. I did with him right behind me. He gave my ass a push as I started over the driver's seat.
He told me to get in the sleeper area and strip down to my shorts. I hesitated for just a second and he slapped my ass hard with his big strong hand which told me I needed to obey him, without his speaking a word. I climbed in back and took of my short-pants, t-shirt, shoes and socks and waited. He came in a moment later and just climbed onto the bed, put his head on some pillows and told me to un-do his belt buckle and unbutton his fly. I did. He then told me to take out his cock and balls. I did. He had some major low-hangers. His cock wasn't fully hard any more, but that huge head was still in the same shape I had notice a few minutes earlier, outlined in his Levis. I started to go down on him when he told me to first button as many of the buttons on his jeans as I could and re-buckle his belt buckle, leaving his cock and balls hanging out. He said that makes the best cock ring he's ever used. I did as I was told. Then he told me to start blowing him and make sure it was good. He also said he always came where he wanted and it was always inside, whether it be inside a mouth, a pussy or a butt. If I wasn't willing to take it where he wanted to dump it, to get the fuck out of his truck. I said that I never wasted a man's seed.
I was situated between the trucker's big, strong legs. I kissed his head and then took just his head into my mouth. Slowly, I worked my lips down his shaft. I took my time. This was my kind of man and I was in no hurry. Somehow, I managed to get his entire pecker inside my mouth. His head pushed it's way into my throat. My lips were pressed against his huge ball sac. I pulled up slowly and then started back down a little faster the second time around. I repeated this until I picked up a good pace. He seemed to approve. One of his hands rested on top of my head. His other hand reached down and found my left nipple and he squeezed it tight. I looked up. His eyes were closed and he had a nasty grin on his face. I could only imagine that he was thinking of some hot chick blowing him while he worked her tits. He started to raise his hips into my face and pushing down with his hand. Without any warning, I took three to four day's worth of cum into my mouth and down my throat. Fortunately I don't have much of a gag-reflex, and true to my word, didn't spill a drop.
When he was finished I started to pull my mouth off of his cock. He put his hand back on my head and told me to keep blowing him. He had more in there for me. I was more than happy to stay and suck another load out of this hot trucker. When he was hard again, he said that he wanted to have some ass. He pulled me up off of his hard cock. He pulled me up to him, and to my great surprise, started kissing me deeply. He worked my tits and then worked his hands down to my ass cheeks. I was still wearing my under shorts. I started to pull them down. He said not to. He didn't want to see my cock. He reached behind and ripped an opening in the seat of my shorts and said that would do just fine. He pulled me to his mouth again and at the same time grabbed my by the hips and made me sit on his cock. Once that huge head found my hole, he didn't wait. He bucked straight up and had all 10+ inches of that fat cock inside me in no time. He held it there for a moment and then started pushing it in and out. He fucked me like that for about five minutes before he made one final thrust and filled my ass with his load.
I thought for sure that he was through. I pulled myself off of him and started looking for my clothes. All he said was, "I'm not through with you yet, you faggot. I'm going to fuck you doggy-style now. Get up on the bed with your ass in the air." I did as I was told. He got up with his booted feet on the floor at the edge of the bed and, without any niceties, pulled my hips back and stuck his still-hard rod deep inside my guts. He said that he loved to fuck an ass with his jeans on. He especially liked how he "branded" his bitches with his name. His name was on his big rodeo-style belt buckle, which he had me re-buckle at the beginning of our session. I definitely felt it hitting my ass every time he thrust into me. He fucked me for another five minutes or so and shot another load deep inside me. Man, was I ever in heaven?!
That must have been it for him. Three loads in about 30 minutes. I was a little worn out too. He pulled out, told me to get dressed and leave. He did say thanks, though, and told me that I had one of the best mouths that had ever gone down on his pole, and that he'd had a lot of mouths in his day. He also said that he wouldn't mind fucking my ass again someday.
I never did see him again. This was before the internet and there was really no way to stay in touch. I do think about this trucker regularly... in a very good way.
Oh, by the way, even though he never told me his name, I know it was Jed. I know, because in the hotel that night I looked in the mirror and saw the outline of the letters DEJ embossed on my ass. Of course the "branding" from his belt buckle would be reversed....