BREAD TRUCK A short story by Lee Mariner Copyright 3-19-2013
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At the time of this incident, I was twenty-two years old and have known that I was gay ever since I was fourteen. An older cousin, whom I love very much, introduced me too the pleasures of male sex.
This story is about an incidental meeting with a bread truck driver
I was employed as a career counselor by a large employment agency. It was my day off and, I was doing my usual chores of cleaning my apartment and doing laundry. I lived alone except for an occasional overnight or weekend guest. Sometimes when I finished early and I was horny, which was most of the time, I would park myself on a stool in one of the gay bars. Being well-built and fairly good looking, it didn't take long before I would score. That is the usual way but on rare occasions, I went home alone.
I am a confirmed nudist and when home, the first thing I did was remove my clothing. Being naked was a sort of freedom and, I did everything naked that most people did clothed. Cleaning, cooking, doing laundry was done naked. I loved the feeling of my low hung balls and five inch flaccid cock swaying gently while I worked. On occasion, my cock would harden as thoughts of a particularly hot, young stud would come to mind and there was only one thing to do, jerk off. That happened often.
I had a small package that needed to be posted and I intended to take it too a large mail box that was located in a local industrial park. After I finished my chores, I slipped on a pair of shorts and since it was a warm day, I didn't need a shirt.
The industrial park was less than a mile from where I lived and I had driven through it hundreds of time. There was a rail line with several spurs that delivered and picked up rail cars from the various business. Being held up at one of the crossing was not unusual except for one day.
The street was four lanes wide. I was sitting in the inside lane waiting for the crossing gates to be lifted. My shorts sort of divided my crotch with my balls on one side and my cock on the other. I was sitting with my left arm out the window and my right hand resting in my crotch. My flaccid cock was protruding from under my shorts and I was absentmindedly moving my fingers up and down it growing length.
I didn't notice the vehicle that had pulled up in the outside lane alongside of me until I heard the sound of a car horn. A truck like the ones that UPS uses was alongside. The driver had pulled his door back and he was sort of standing/sitting and facing in my direction. He was groping his crotch with one hand and stroking an elongated bulge extending down the left leg of his trousers. I didn't think twice about the next step. I unsnapped my shorts and pulled the zipper down. Leaning against the seat back, I lifted my ass and pulled my shorts down over my knees so I could spread my legs and give him a better look.
My rigid cock snapped free and slapped up against my hard flat stomach. Feelings of excitement rushed over me as I grasped my cock and waved it gently before leaning down to see what was happening in the bread truck.
The driver had unzipped his trousers and I almost gasped at the magnificent piece of meat that was pointing at me. It was at least eight inches in length, uncut and very thick. He stroked it a few times before putting it back inside of his trousers.
'God,' I thought, 'this is a hell of a place for this to happen.'
My cock was as rigid as granite and I could feel the cum boiling in my scrotum. It would only be seconds before I ejaculated. The unknown stud next to me was still massaging his cock and the thought, 'so close yet so far' flashed though my mind.
Inhaling deeply, I extracted a much used hand two from underneath my seat and covered my throbbing erection. Finishing it off was the only way I could take advantage of seeing what most of us dream of?a fantastic cock. But, just as I started stroking my cock, the railroad bars raised. I glanced to my right and the driver was waving for me to follow.
I followed and after several turns he drove between two large warehouses. The weeds growing in the concrete grooves of the streets and the railroad ties indicated we were in a lesser used part of the park.
Parking behind the truck, I waited for a moment until he waved for me to join him. Usually I was leery about this type of rendezvous but, the location was isolated and I hadn't seen anyone. It seemed to be safe enough.
The door of the van was half open and I heard a well modulated baritone voice say, "come in the other side."
Walking around the front of the truck, the door was open.
The interior of the truck was semi-dark but, as horny as I was, I hesitated until he spoke again. "Come on in."
Stepping up and into the truck, I looked toward the rear. The bread truck driver was standing a few feet away with his legs spread and his hands on his hips?completely naked, his sei-flaccid cock hanging down over very impressive testicles. He appeared to be in his twenties. His hair was dark, chestnut brown and his eyes, from what I could tell, were brown. His muscular shoulders were broad and his waist was small. A muscular chest with twin nipples surrounded by dark areoles' rose and fell evenly as he breathed. A thick streak of dark brown hair flowed downward from his naval, between twin row of abdominal muscles and merged with a thick, broad mass of silky brown hair the surrounded the thick base of his magnificent cock. He was the living example of manhood the epitome of male or female dreams.
"Jesus," I whispered softly almost reverently. "I've met a lot of good looking men but you sure as hell put them to shame."
"I guess so but, what about you? Are you gonna strip?"
My fly was still open and unsnapping the clasp on my shorts, they fell around my ankles. I heard the intake of his breath and there was a twinkle in his eyes as he slowly scanned my body. I kicked my shorts off as he moved closer. His arms encircled my chest and he pulled the both of us together. I felt his thick cock and mine pressing together and as I moved my hands over his thickly muscled back, he whispered in my ear, "I wish we had somewhere we could go."
"My apartment is not that far," I replied.
"That would be great but, I'm still on the clock."
While we nibbled on each other's ears and kissed gently, our hips were slowly pumping, sliding steel hard cocks up and down over our hard stomachs. I was damn close to ejaculating and I said, "if we keep this up, it won't be a minute before I shot one hell of a load.
"Me too," he replied.
Grasping each other tighter our hips automatically increased the tempo. The friction and our combined oozing seminal fluid increased the passionate feelings that boiled to the surface with the ferocity of an exploding volcano. We both groaned and tighted our muscles as the thick fluids gushed forth between us. He dropped his hands down to my buttocks and squeezing tightly he pulled our groins together as if seemingly sealing off the escape of our semen.
For several minutes we stood together almost as one until our cocks started to soften. His lips held mine in one long lingering kiss, our tongues seeming not wanting to disengage from the dance of passion.
Still holding each other at the waist we leaned back slightly. His eyes gleamed and before I spoke, he said, "that was fantastic and, I don't know your name."
"Milt for Milton," I replied.
"Well, Milt for Milton, I am Henry and, I damn sure I want to get to know you better. I've had sex with a lot of guys and it was always great but, I've never, with any of them, did what we just did. If being in bed with you is any better than that, I can't wait."
"I'm not bragging Henry but, I've never had anyone complain."
"I don't doubt that," he said, handing me a towel that he had extracted from a low cabinet.
After we cleaned the thick, sticky semen from our stomachs and chests. Henry tossed the towels out the door into a small culvert that was between the concrete roadway and the railroad tracks. Turning towards me, he wrapped his arms around me and I wrapped mine around him. Holding each other tightly, our semi-flaccid cocks pressed tightly, we kissed long and passionately.
I felt the passion building and from the way his cock was enflating, I knew he was as well and we disengaged.
It only took me a second to pull on my shorts, it took Henry just a little longer. As he tightened his belt, he said, "when can I see you again?"
"Name it," I replied. "I live alone."
"That's great," he said, smiling as he straighted up and looked into my eyes. "Do you think we could make a weekend together?"
It only took a few minutes before we exchanged telephone numbers and set the coming weekend for another rendezvous.
That weekend is another story.
FINI