As always, do not read this story unless it is legal for you to do so in your locale, you are of age, and you desire to read graphic descriptions of sex between males.
The Deflowering Of Bryant Series, Part 3
THE BIG RIG
When I pulled over at the rest stop, I was tired from my long drive, but that was not my major problem. I was also horny as a satyr and lonely as a lighthouse keeper. At twenty-two, I was in the process of moving, complete with rented trailer of worldly goods, to a large city, for the very purpose of meeting more guys and maybe actually having a life, which I had been largely deprived of in the backward small town I grew up in. Unless you count having your first sexual experience to be getting raped by four backs from your high school football team, and I don't, but that is another story. (Recounted elsewhere in "The Deflowering of Bryant") So after swinging into the truck and trailer section between two huge rigs, I arrived at the men's room already tense and apprehensive, fatigued and frustrated, especially sexually. But also unusually open to something exciting and maybe even dangerous actually happening in my life.
There it was on the wall of the bathroom, above the urinal, "Let me suck your cock." It gave the day's date and a time beginning just a few minutes away, 8 P.M. "At the vending machines out back. Face truck lot & rub your cock."
I had seen such notices a hundred times in public johns. Sometimes they had set my thoughts to racing. What kind of guy answers things like this? More importantly, what kind of guy posts them? Not to mention the diseases one could get from such an encounter, what if it were an entrapment by Vice? What if it were a lure for a gay bashing or kidnap?
But I was tired of driving and needed a break. I was not in a hurry. Most of all, I was curious. Therefore, I was hooked. It would only take a few minutes to find out, I reasoned. If I didn't like the guy, I could always back out. I wouldn't actually be doing anything to get busted for. Etc.
With excitement and apprehension I returned to my car and moved several condoms, lubed and unlubed, from the glove compartment (Why do they call it that? I keep everything but gloves in mine) to my shorts pocket. Then I nervously attempted to saunter as nonchalantly as possible over toward the snack machine hut near the trucks. I'm sure I was quite a sight in my baggy shorts, tee-shirt, and light moccasins slouching with attempted simultaneous suggestiveness and coolness across the lot. It was one minute to eight.
I casually studied the snack offerings as if interested. Perhaps I should buy a drink. Then I would have something legitimate to do while I waited. I noted a picnic table just outside where I could sit, sip, and rub, facing the row of parked trucks.
My reflection in the plastic machine cover caught my eye, and I looked myself over appraisingly. Would I pick myself up? I wondered.
My hair and face are OK, I admitted. Straight dark hair, longer on top, tapered up the sides, just dangling down provocatively over my right eye sometimes. Tanned, oval face, with jaw bolder than I usually feel, solid and sensible nose, sensuous and poetic brown eyes. Wide and sensitive mouth with narrow lips and good teeth. Sturdy and trustworthy chin.
From there down, I looked like a collection of poles in a sack. Not that I am spindly or anything, that is just the unfortunate effect of the baggy fashion on slender men. At 5'11" I am really quite well built, with long, lean flanks and a nice set of newly- filled-out shoulders. My legs are particularly enticing; I was, after all, the punter on the aforementioned high school football team. But you'd never know it in these clothes, I thought.
I focused on the crotch of my shorts. I was not wearing underwear, rarely do, so my friend Sneaky Pete, as I call him, was free to roam. He was just hanging there, though, as if asleep. I could just make out the rounded shape of his head as it hung an inch or so beneath the stride of my shorts, pulling them out into just a slight bulge. Shit! I thought. What if he is too scared to cooperate! How embarrassing if I go to rubbing and nothing arises, so to speak!
But then I began to settle down and think more positively. Out there among those big hairy truckers there is one young, hung, and handsome guy just waiting and hoping to meet someone just like me. As I imagined some possibilities, Sneaky Pete awoke and began to take an interest in my thoughts. I put a hand into my pocket, gave him a little appreciative caress, and pulled out some change for the machine. Now my thin cotton shorts were standing out from my body very obviously as Pete's growing head pushed outward against the cloth. Oh, well, I was planning all along to make a display of myself. I bought my cola, turned boldly toward the watching audience of truckers with Pete pressing hard for attention, and lasciviously popped my can. Leaning against the column of the outbuilding, I began to take a sip. Momentarily, in my own good time, I would give Pete a rub and then, que sera sera.
Then I realized I was already not alone. While I had been facing the machines and then turning the opposite direction, another guy had stolen quietly up a few feet away. Not my target audience, he's out in a truck. A competitor? Most likely an innocent bystander. I would have to wait until he made his purchase and moved away. I couldn't tell whether he had noticed the party tent setting up under my pants, but he didn't stare or anything. He looked at every damn product before deciding on a plain Coke, just as I had done. Then he moved over to the other side of the building and popped his top as well, looking out toward the parking lot. I sipped my soda as I casually glanced over to check him out.
He was sipping, too, and looking the other way. I'm not sure by what evidence I knew, but he seemed very nervous. He seemed my age or a bit younger, maybe 5' 10", medium short light brown hair and short trimmed beard.
He slouched against the opposite column in a costume very similar to my own except for socks and athletic shoes. His shirt was sleeveless, revealing some kind of tattoo circling his bronzed, muscled bicep.
Could he be my guy? What an exciting possibility. We continued to sip, staring into the lot. Pete continued his "code yellow" level of alertness, maintaining the bulge in my pants. The newcomer tried to be very cool, but I noticed him furtively looking my way whenever I turned the other direction. It looked like it might be a stand-off. Then the other guy finished his drink, tossed the can in the trash, and looked hesitantly toward me. I thought for a second he was about to speak, then he moved over to the table I had spotted earlier a few yards away. He sat on the edge of the table and propped the foot farther from me onto the bench. Now I could see out of the corner of my eye an attractive looking lump in his shorts, too.
This is getting me nowhere, I decided. Either he's part of this or he's not. I tossed down the last of my soda, chunked the can at the trash bin, turned back toward the truck lot, and gave Sneaky Pete a couple of good strong strokes, somewhere between serious scratching and playing with it. Out of the corner of my eye, to my great surprise and pleasure, I saw my neighbor do the same thing, just at the same time that I did; more shyly and tentatively, but unmistakably-- he rubbed his cock!
We now turned and looked at one another openly. I realized that he was a good- looking guy, and the crotch of his shorts was now making a tent just as mine was. I smiled. He smiled back. Nice smile!
Just then I heard the slam of a truck door out on the lot. Several rigs away down the line, a burly figure was climbing down out of his rig. He turned and began to walk toward us. He was middle-aged, complete with spread. He wore sagging jeans and boots and a baseball cap with some kind of insignia on it. I realized I had to act decisively.
"Let's get out of here," I said to the young guy. "Someplace we can talk, just us." He understood my meaning and was of like mind.
"I have a rig out there," he said. "The green one to the right. Come with me."
There it was, parked right next to me and fortunately in the opposite direction from our approaching intended. We walked briskly to the cab while the other trucker, disappointed in losing his catch, stopped in the middle of the driveway and turned back to his rig to wait for another bite.
My new trucker friend climbed aboard from the driver's side, and I opened the passenger door to climb up, too. Immediately, I was greeted by the sight of a large chocolate lab's doggy face leaning out to greet me with a huge wet tongue.
"He's OK, don't worry," said his owner unnecessarily.
"He loves everybody. Just push him over and come on in." I pushed and climbed up, closing the door behind me. I was hoping his owner would turn out to be as friendly, and as oral.
Inside, the cab was not all that roomy, but it was an enclosed world, surrounded on three sides by glass, but up above the world of the parking lot below. The windows were tinted, but the cab next to us was unoccupied anyway. The tall amber bulbs of the parking lot provided light for us to see one another well enough. Only through the front windshield could we be seen at all from outside, and then only very dimly and from tits up. It was time for us to talk.
"I can't believe I did that," was the young trucker's stale opening statement. But it got us started.
He was really a year older than me, but very new to trucking, and a first-timer at the rest stop pick-up scene. Doug was still really nervous and hesitant. He must have smoked four cigarettes in the fifteen minutes or so we talked, just sitting there. I was attracted to him right away, not only in a physical way, but to his openness and vulnerability.
"I haven't been doing all that well with girls," he confided. "I just wanted to find out. You know. If I'm queer or not." Since he was speaking of himself, I let the slur pass.
So here I was with a gay or maybe bi-curious guy on my hands, in the privacy of his big truck cab, obviously frustrated, inexperienced and hesitant. What do you say in such a situation?
"Drop your pants," is what I said.
"Huh?" from Doug.
"Just drop 'em. Show me what you've got, and we'll see what I can do with it."
Doug hesitated just a couple of seconds, uncertain." "What about you?"
OK, he was starting to be a little whiny.
"Hell, I'll drop mine, too, I'll show you mine first." In less than five seconds my shoes, shorts, and shirt lay in a heap on the floorboard of the cab, and I sat stark naked opposite him, separated only by a large brown dog. Doug looked around the dog and studied my body seriously, as if he'd never seen one before. Then his smile returned.
"Go to bed, Fred," he said, and as Fred scrambled into the back of the cab, Doug slowly and deliberately began to slide his shorts and briefs down to his ankles. Stepping out of them, he pushed off his shoes as well, and the red knit shirt came up over his head. We faced one another, now both nude except for his white socks, and smiled shyly across the cab.
Like me, Doug looked much better naked than in clothes--and I know how unusual that is. His torso was not large, but strong, well muscled. He had cute brown tits, with just light scattering of brown hairs around them, but not extending all across his chest or down his stomach. Just below the "innie" navel indenting his flat gut, a little wisp of hair led downward toward his brown pubic patch, which was roughly heart- shaped. From it extended a tall erection, and it was a real beaut. His dick was smooth and fair skinned like the rest of him, straight and regular and substantial, an easy seven and a half incher. The head of it was long and impressive, with a very pronounced ridge separating it from the shaft. It was cut, as is mine.
Doug still stared at my body, rapt. I looked down. My smooth brown chest rounded attractively around full muscles. My flat stomach displayed just the slight ripple effect of relaxed ab muscles. Sneaky Pete, however, was at full attention and stretched to his majestic, meaty nine inches. He is darker than Doug's, longer but just about as thick. He rose from his bed of soft, dark hair, under which my big heavy balls were suspended. Both Doug and my own bod turned me on! I leaned over toward Doug and clamped my mouth around his right tit, licking, sucking, and then slightly biting at it. It also arose in my mouth into a firm little bump. Doug's breathing increased in velocity. Then suddenly I leaned further down, right into his lap. My tongue touched the slit of his cock and tasted a drop of his honey-dew. I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock into it, circling it with my wet tongue. Doug sort of gasped with pleasure at the unfamiliar sensation. Down I went, slobbering all over his hard cock to get him good and wet; then I went to sucking with all my might, plunging up and down rhythmically. I heard moaning above my head. I was in heaven just as much as Doug was. This was one great tasting piece of meat!
But before long, Doug panted, "I can't--I--I'm about to come!" and I backed off to let him spew. Manually, I finished him off, unloading what seemed like a full cup of hot creamy semen onto his stomach, my fist, and the seat of the truck.
Doug was breathing heavily, and he just sat there, head back and eyes closed, for several seconds. Then he looked at me and just said, "Thanks. That was great." He reached over to the dashboard and picked up a Burger King napkin with which he began to swab the cum off of his stomach and chest and deflating organ
"There's more," I answered. "But what do you think, could we swap seats with Fred?" The back of the cab had, as I always suspected, a cot in it, now occupied by Fred.
"Let's go," responded Doug, and he swung around between the seats, pausing to pull Fred into the driver's seat, his smooth, white, rounded butt gleaming under the amber lights for a few seconds. I couldn't resist giving it a caress. When I heard him settling in in the back, I slid off the seat and followed him.
The driver's rest area was small and dim, meant as a rack for one guy. We were both slender, though, and I had in mind for us to be stacked one atop the other soon, anyway. I snuggled in beside Doug. He was on his right side facing me, and that put me on my left side, conveniently since I am right handed.
My left arm was folded under my head. My right just naturally went down to lie on Doug's bare hip, caressing it softly. We gazed into one another's eyes for a moment, not speaking. Then I leaned over to give Doug a kiss directly on the mouth. He received it, at first hesitantly, but then his lips opened and he began to kiss me back. My hand descended to Doug's crotch and began to massage his pubes and caress his balls. His contented dick responded eagerly to the touch, and began to reassert its presence firmly. I grasped it gently in my hand and began to pull on it. "Why don't you fuck me." I whispered between kisses.
There was a pause. "You'll have to coach me. I've never done it before. But I don't know--I don't have a rubber."
I smiled. "I do."
I leaned back into the front of the cab and retrieved my shorts, getting my butt sniffed and smooched by Fred in the process. I pulled out a lubed condom, tore it open, and handed it to Doug. He was up on his knees now at the "foot" of our bunk, his revived erection waving. I lay on my back, pulled up my knees with my arms, spread 'em, and presented my southside to Doug's attack. My nice, big balls had tightened up some now in their dark scrotum. Sneaky Pete soared proudly past my navel.
"It's just like with a girl, except lower and tighter. And since I'm not greased up, I'd appreciate it if you'd hit the bull's eye the first try, so the lubes will be right where we need'em."
My arms tightened around my knees, and my feet rose on either side of Doug's shoulders. Doug eyed his target zone with some interest. The dark circle of my asshole, hairless and puckering, invited him. He unrolled the condom onto his hard cock and gave it a couple of short strokes, pumping it to maximum erection. Then he leaned forward on his left arm, and with his right he guided his missile directly at my asshole while his clenched hips lowered toward me.
I felt the cool, gooey lubricant hit the outer circle of my hole. Then came the pressure of the cock head pushing its way in under the weight of Doug's hips. I relaxed, and in he slid, distributing the lubrication into my fuck tube. There was a quick pang of sharp pain as the sphincter stretched suddenly. But there was also the satisfaction of feeling his large sausage engulf and fill me. I moaned with acceptance of him, spread my feet a little wider, and he settled his hips down atop my ass, his belly across my crotch pressing onto my own erection.
At first, Doug just lay there, wiggling only slightly as his dick settled deeper and deeper into my gut. Then, his chest to my chest and his bearded face resting against my smooth cheek, he began to pump me. It was an inexperienced, amateurish young fuck we had then, but I was not complaining. It was not as if I had all that much lately to compare it to! Most of his weight was on his knees, which were bent, his feet sticking up into the air at the far end of the cab, and his elbows, which allowed him to raise his head and look into my face once or twice while he fucked. My eyes were mostly closed, my lips parted, my face reflecting the excitement and pleasure that emanated from my asshole. I enjoyed feeling the remainder of Doug's weight on my crotch and stomach, though. I felt pleasantly and voluntarily overpowered without being violated, if you know what I mean. I liked offering myself to Doug for his pleasure in that way.
Doug fucked me for a good while, almost to the point of soreness, because after all he had just come a few minutes earlier. At last, though, he cried out with pleasure, and his thrusts became faster, and less regular as he came again in the rubber within my asshole. His eyes were closed, and he panted with the exertion. I could see drops of sweat sliding down his arms and chest. Finally, with a last deep plunge into my boy- pussy, he sighed and rested, first propped up on his arms, then lying atop me, prostrate and heavy with exhaustion.
I let him lie there for a few minutes, just soaking up the weight and strength of his sexy and masculine embrace. Then he rolled back onto his side, his dick sliding out of my ass. I let my feet descend to the cot, and turned to face him.
"Didn't that hurt you?" were his first words.
"Some," I confessed, "But it's a good pain. The positive outweighs the negative. I enjoy it a lot."
"Wow. So did I. It was the best fuck I've ever had, the most satisfying and the least-intimidating. I was able to just plain enjoy fucking without worrying about how I was doing!"
"And by the way, you did great." I smiled at his innocence, even greater than mine.
We lay there, entwined in one another's arms, for several minutes. Then Doug said, "I've been very selfish. I've come twice, and you haven't gotten off at all. Now I should suck you."
"Only if you want to do it. If it's too much for now, you could just give me a hand job, I understand."
"No, I want to do it. I feel comfortable with you. I know I can do it." I rolled more onto my back, and Doug slid down toward my mid-section. He leaned on one elbow and spent several minutes just staring at my cock, handling it and admiring it. It turned Sneaky Pete on to be so much the center of attention, and he really got the swell- head.
"I don't know how I got the idea that cocks were dirty and ugly, potty training, I guess. I mean, I've always enjoyed my own cock," Doug smiled mischievously, "Since it started getting hard for me, anyway. But I never really looked at another guy's. Especially a hard one, and so big, too. God, yours is beautiful. You're beautiful."
At the moment, it wasn't as cornball as it now sounds. I was pleased and touched. Doug lay his head on my abdomen with his nose just touching the head of Sneaky Pete, who rewarded him by drooling into his nostril. Then Doug's tongue came out and began to lick Pete gingerly. He tongued all the way down my shaft and back up again, licking my cock on all sides, and concentrating on the head with its drooling slit. Then he opened his mouth wide and took the head into it, closing gently and carefully around it. Having accomplished this incredible first-time feat, he then began to slide my sausage deeper into his gullet, then out, then a little deeper. Before long, he had reached the gagging point, but he had discovered plenty of room to give me a good oral massage.
Now Doug knelt between my knees facing me, and began to give me a brisk fuck with his face. I was in a delirium of pleasure. It wasn't long before I announced that it was time to back off--I was coming. He pulled off somewhat reluctantly, too slowly to escape the first spurt of jizz completely. It spattered onto his cheek and clung to the short beard there. More spurts followed, landing onto my lower abdomen, drooling down my cock into my pubes. Doug wrapped his fist around my dick and milked it gently until the flow subsided.
"I wish I could taste it," he said, scooping up a little glob with his finger.
"I'm very sure I'm clean, no STD's." I said. My past was too close to celibate for much chance of an infection, but I had gotten myself checked before my move anyway.
Doug touched the glob on his finger to his tongue. "Not bad, really," he allowed, surprised. He reached up front for more napkins and began to dry me attentively. After he got me all cleaned up, Doug swung around beside me again. We propped against the side of the cabin and talked for awhile. This was cigarette break time for Doug, and I almost wished I smoked, too. There were long periods of silence, but a feeling of comfort and closeness between us. Then suddenly, "Would you like to fuck me now?"
Again, I was not sure if he really wanted it or just felt compelled to be fair. "Let's give it a try," I answered. "If you want to back out, just say so." But I resolved to get his ass so hot he would be begging for it, and that is exactly what happened. I moved to crouch in the narrow area between the front cab seats, and asked Doug to plant his butt just at the edge of the center of the bunk, and lean back on his elbows. I lifted his feet up to rest against the two front cab seats over my head. Then I went to work again on his cock, but soon drifted down to his balls and gave them a good sucking, gently taking each one into my mouth. Next I began to move down to that magically pleasurable area, the perineum between the scrotum and the asshole. Doug groaned with joy, and his cock soared above my face with excitement despite its recent depletions. I concentrated there until I figured Doug could hardly stand any more, then I moved down one more inch and wrapped my mouth around his asshole.
"Oh, Man!" Doug sucked in his breath with rapture. "I never would have dreamed...."
By the time I got my tongue inside, he was just a puddle of totally relaxed sphincter, ready for anything. Sneaky Pete was ready, too, excited by the smells and sensations of hot, tight young ass. I slipped a rubber onto him and, without further ceremony, popped his head into Doug's ready asshole. He flinched just a little, but still moaned with pleasure. I began to toggle in and out, each time moving deeper inside.
"Go on, fuck me deep. I like it," Doug encouraged me. He continued to tell me quite graphically how much he needed my hot cock rammed deep inside him, how he wanted me to fuck, fuck, fuck with all my might. I did as instructed. Doug's eyes rolled back in his head and their lids closed; his jaw sagged and he breathed deeply through it. I fucked with vigor. After a few minutes, I asked him to turn around and kneel on the edge of the cot. Now I was standing behind him, pumping him like a dog. I held his shoulders and leaned down above his strong back, then I embraced him around the waist and drew him to me as I hunched away even more quickly and forcefully.
For a moment, I wondered if he could possibly hold out long enough for me, in all mercy, to get off, but then I suddenly felt the cream begin to rise in my crotch. I filled the condom on a series of slower, deep thrusts into Doug's soft, tight ass. Now I was the one groaning as my cum flowed forth.
I leaned back just a bit, still stooping in the low cab, my arms now resting on the backs of the seats as I stood between them. I happened to glance right, out the driver's window. Right next to us, a middle-aged man was staring at my naked backside with amazement. Apparently the inside of our cab was more visible in the street lights than I had thought. Of course he couldn't see exactly who I was in there fucking, but his expression revealed that he had a good idea what was going on. I smiled and waved. He shook his head disapprovingly, climbed down from the cab, and stalked toward the rest room. I chuckled and looked back at Doug, who was oblivious to all this, just coming out of his fuck-stupor. He rotated around, sat, and felt his asshole gingerly. "Man, that was something!" were his first words. I noticed that the cot had more cum on it, and it was not mine; he had come again while I was hunching him. Quite an accomplishment. I was pleased.
Doug and I were sexually exhausted by this time, but we were also too tired to drive any further that night. We decided to shack up at a motel at the next exit and get some rest. I dressed and climbed down to move my car while Doug got himself together and started the rig. The Super 8 a few miles away had a vacancy, and we checked in, walking Fred and taking a long, hot shower together before settling into one of the double beds. We cuddled and talked in front of the flashing blue TV tube for a couple of hours before drifting off to sleep.
The next thing I knew, Doug was up and moving around.
The room was still dark. "It's five o'clock," he said when he saw I was awake. "I've got to make tracks. But before I go, could we maybe have one more suck?" My, but he was a horny devil once he got started.
I agreed, of course, and when he lay down beside me, I reversed into 69 position. This way we could both get off and still get on our way. I felt Doug's eager mouth close around my morning hard-on. He was every bit as eager to suck me again as he was to have me suck him! His dick was still soft, just lying across his thigh. I licked it, then engulfed it with my mouth as it began to revive, and the suck-fest was underway. We came within a short time of one another. This time, there was no backing off. We both took it straight down the throat and swallowed the full load, each leaving the other's cock wet but clean. Then we got up, embraced, and began to get dressed. The end of the story is that Doug gave me his address before he left. When I got my new apartment, I sent him mine, wondering if I would ever hear from him or not, thinking probably not. But within a week, I got a call: Doug was trucking a load into my new city in a few days and wondered if he could put up with me overnight before rolling out again. Yes, he could!
We get together regularly now whenever he comes near my home. Now we spend practically all night fucking and sucking affectionately whenever we can. He has his life, and I have mine, but we are as hot for one another as on that first session in his truck cab several years ago.