Construction Stud Foreman, 8 cowboycliff1@yahoo.com
MMMM, rimming, hairy, anal, oral, first timers
As Jake was slutting himself out on Chip's huge cock, Bryan and Clyde were just leaving Bryan's house, heading for the country and a week of sweaty work. The two men were long time buddies and they felt they knew each other pretty well, but this coming week would open a whole new chapter in their friendship.
Clyde's farm was an hour outside of the city, in the rolling hills and quiet river valley. Clyde often invited the big rugged assistant foreman for weekends of hunting and fishing. And Bryan rarely declined. He often wished for a place of his own in the country, away from the traffic and crime.
It wasn't long after the two got on the road, that Clyde started thinking about a place to stop and take a piss break. He didn't want to say anything to Bryan, because he knew he would be ribbed for his small bladder. It was a common joke among the crew that Clyde had to visit the port-a-potty often during the day. Some of the crew said it wasn't just to piss, it was to jack off a load too.
As the miles rolled by, Bryan noticed his best friend squirmming in his seat. He knew right away what was going on and grinned to himself about this situation, but he decided to take it easy on Clyde, this one time.
"Hey man, let's stop up here at the truck stop and get something to drink. I didn't realize how hot it was this afternoon." As Bryan said this, he grinned at his friend, knowing Clyde would figure him out pretty fast.
"Thanks, Bryan. I'll get you a Big Gulp of Dr. Pepper after I take a break." The two men shared a laugh as Clyde turned into the parking lot of the truck stop. It was almost a maze of parked and crawling big rigs. But Clyde found a spot fairly close to building and then literally ran into the store. Bryan laughed again.
The truck stop was a beehive of activity. Trucks were refueling, checking their tires, some were in the shop area for maintenance, and others were parked in the big lot for their rest period. Bryan was a people watcher by nature and so he was quite content to lean back in his seat and take in the scene. Most of the truckers were men, wearing jeans and boots. Some looked like they could be cowboys ready to saddle up a horse, not guide a big rig down a lonely interstate.
As he kept watching the men walk by, one face seemed very familiar. The man left the main building, walked past Clyde's pickup truck, heading into the truck parking lot. Bryan wasn't shy and would often meet new people by asking if they knew each other. So he jumped out of the truck and followed the man. As he caught up with him, a name came to him and he called it out. The man spun around, acknowledging that it was he. It was Allen, a guy that worked with the construction crew for several months and then got a job with a trucking firm.
It took a couple of seconds for Allen to recognize Bryan, but then the two men acted like long lost brothers, greeting each other with a bear hug.
"Damn, looks like truckin' is agreeing with you, Allen. Not eating too many donuts on the road, are ya?"
"That's right, Bryan. I try to stay at truck stops and motels that offer gyms. And I'm doing some other things that keep me in shape."
"What else but hard work and eating right could keep a man in shape?" Bryan looked at his friend kind of sideways. He figured the man had something up his sleeve.
"Well, come over to my truck and I'll explain it to you."
So the two men walked over to the shiny red Peterbuilt truck, talking about old times and different people that they both knew.
They stopped in front of the massive rig, but Allen was hesitating. "Bryan, you got to play this cool, ok? I know you have a temper sometimes. It's not all that it seems on the first glance. But I'm having the best time of my life and if you can't accept it, don't ruin it for me. Okay?"
Bryan really looked at his friend funny now, but he shrugged his broad shoulders and was willing to play along.
Allen opened the door and climbed into the cab, motioning for Bryan to follow him into the sleeper area of the cab. He did and got a shock. There were two naked men on the mattress. Both were tanned, well muscled, and very well hung. One was blond and mostly hairless, the other, a brunet with a thick pelt of hair covering most of his body. Their faces looked young, maybe college age, but the bodies said manly mature MEN.
"That one with the hair is Jared. And that one is Jack."
Bryan wasn't sure what was going on here, but he remembered his promise.
The noise and the motion of the truck as the two men climbed into the cab caused both to wake up. "Allen, you wore us out already. You horny again? Well, hello! Who's your hunky friend? You bring us a reward for draining your balls?"
"This is Bryan, a friend of mine. Treat him right!"
Both Jared and Jack started to crawl to either side of a very nervous Bryan. When they started to feel of his thighs and arms, he jumped and moved as though to leave.
"Come on Bryan, relax and see what happens."
Bryan didn't have much choice at the moment. The brothers were all over the hunky man, opening his shirt, unbuckling his belt and unlacing his boots. It wasn't long before Bryan was completely naked and backed into a corner. The brothers knew exactly how and where to touch the big man. They pinched his nipples, played with the chest hair, and stroked his cock and balls. But when the first mouth latched onto his cock, that's when most of Bryan's resistance melted away and he spread his legs and relaxed into the most incredible blow job he had ever gotten.
"Oh shit! Suck that cock!" The other boy was licking his balls as his brother sucked his cock.
Bryan was in for another pleasant shock. All of a sudden the boys started to lift the big man's legs and then a mouth and tongue licked his asshole. Bryan groaned and rocked his head against the wall of the sleeper cab.
Meanwhile, Clyde had rushed into the main building of the truck stop, through the gift shop, and into the back where the bathrooms and showers were. This was an area mainly for the long haul truckers, not many car drivers were even allowed here. But Clyde had visited this bathroom before on his trips home and he didn't give it a second thought. The only thing on his mind was an urgent need to pee.
But as he entered the bathroom, it seemed as though every trucker in the state was waiting to piss. There were guys lined up along the walls, guys sharing the urinals, and every stall door closed. Just as Clyde was starting to think about trying the women's bath- room, a stall door opened, allowing a burly trucker to exit. Clyde rushed to that door, but another trucker had his hand on the latch. He was obviously first in line.
"Hey man, I'm about to stain my jeans. Can you let me go first?"
"Well, I guess this once, but you're going to owe me." The man's voice was a rich bass that rumbled as it spilled out the words.
Clyde didn't give a second thought. He rushed inside and immediately started to piss into the toilet.
"You did need to go pretty bad, didn't you?", that rumbling voice asked as the man joined Clyde in the stall. The next sound was that of the door being latched.
Clyde was still pissing and didn't turn around, but he was sure wondering what the hell was going on. Then he felt a hand grip his shoulder.
"Yep, I do believe we are going to settle your debt to me right now!" The trucker's big paw started to rub Clyde's shoulder and then his arm, feeling his bicep. "Nice guns! Let's see about your chest."
Clyde had had about enough. One guy feeling another one's biceps was just good natured fun, but when the big man pressed himself against Clyde's back and ass and reached around and felt of his pecs, that was too far.
"Hey man! Get off of me. I appreciate you letting me piss ahead of you and all, but I'm not into this buddy- buddy thing. I don't even know who you are. I've got to go, so let me out of this stall."
Clyde made a move to spin around, but the big trucker held him tight. "Let me introduce myself, stud. My name is Tom and I like the feel of your body."
Clyde's arms were pinned against his sides, so it didn't take much for Tom to unsnap the whole front of the cowboy's western shirt. And then for the first time, Clyde felt a man's hands rubbing his hairy chest and pinching his nipples.
"Nice, very nice! You either work out at the gym or have a hard labor job. Damn, ripped abs too."
One part of Clyde's mind swelled with pride at the man's praise, but mostly he just wanted to be let lose. His shirt was wide open and his jeans too. This man touching him was not welcome at all. And then Tom the trucker reached down between Clyde's legs and felt of his cock and balls. He felt the man groan in his chest.
"Damn nice package, stud. Hot hairy body all muscled up and big ole cowboy cock and low hanging balls. I can hardly wait to see that thing standing tall and throbbing with need. The need to shoot some cream in another stud's mouth or asshole. Now you got to understand something, man. I might like to play around a bit, but I'm a total top, you get what I'm saying?"
Clyde had no earthly idea what the trucker was talking about. He had never been felt up by a man, never more than glanced at a guy's dick in the showers, and had never heard of a 'top'. So Clyde shook his head, 'no'.
"No, you don't know what I'm talking about? Well, I'll try to explain it a bit. I'm talking about two or more guys stripping down and having some fun, man to man style. There's some desire here for the kind of sex a man can't get with a woman. There some comparison going on too. Seeing who has the biggest dick, the lowest hanging balls, and best of all how much cum you produce. Cause this is sex at its rawest and most aggressive. This isn't petting and stealing a kiss now and then in the movie theater and hoping for a chance to fuck later on. This is man to man fucking and sucking, multiple cum shots all over your face, chest, and probably some dripping out of your asshole. And speaking of spunk dripping down a man's hairy thighs, that turns me on more than anthing. I like to fuck that cum in that asshole and then lick it out. Lip smacking good man! Damn! Getting me turned on, stud."
He proved it to Clyde by humping against his ass. The mass of genitals was throbbing and aching. If the crotch had been more threadbare than it was, there would have been two cocks sticking out of jeans in that one stall.
The entire time Tom was whispering in Clyde's ear about the hot sex two men could have, the big horny trucker was fondling and stroking Clyde's cock, trying to turn the construction cowboy on with his words and actions.
"What part would you like to try with me, stud? You can get your cock sucked through the hole in the stall or suck mine. I will definitely fuck your ass and then lick my cum out of it. If you want to try fucking a man's ass, I can find a bottom stud for you to try out. That's right, a top fucks his cock into the bottom's ass, but he also likes to suck cock, balls, lick asshole, chew nipples and kiss man to man. Hell, I can tell you don't know which to do first, so I'll just suck your cock."
Tom turned Clyde around and sat him on the toilet seat. Then the big hunky trucker leaned over and started to lap at Clyde's limp cock. Clyde didn't know what to think. His mind was a blurr. But his cock knew what to do. It stiffened right up and started throbbing. And Tom got his wish to see that cowboy cock hard and dripping. The trucker opened wide and started to give the construction cowboy a hard driving man to man blow job. With his lips, teeth, tongue, and even his throat, Tom started to turn Clyde onto the joys of letting a man suck his dick. And finally the expert techniques worked. Clyde grabbed the trucker's head and started to fuck that hot mouth. It wasn't long after that his balls drew up into firing position. Tom knew what was about to happen, so he moved the big cock head from his throat to the entrance to his mouth. He was determined to catch the load and feed it back to Clyde.
"Oh shit!! Suck my cock, you cocksuckin' trucker!", Clyde gasped. As the words spilled from his shocked mouth, his cock exploded with a river of cum. Tom was expecting alot of cum, but even he was surprised by the volume. Clyde had been working alot of hours lately and hadn't jacked off for a while. It was all to Tom's benefit.
When Clyde finally finished cumming, Tom pulled off his dick and leaned in and kissed the exhausted stud, full on the mouth. Clyde tried to pull away, but the trucker grabbed the back of his head and forced him to accept his first man to man kiss and first load of cum. It was his own cum and the taste wasn't foreign to him, but getting it on another man's tongue, that made him gag. But Tom kept on tonguing him and finally got some response from the cowboy. The kiss left Clyde gasping for breath.
Tom didn't let the big stud cool down too much, though. The trucker stood up and shoved his cock in Clyde's face, demanding that he be serviced. When Clyde turned away, Tom knew exactly what to do, he slapped his big cock on his face. The cock was big and thick and made an audible slapping sound. Laughs were heard from the other men in the bathroom. They all knew that a man was bitch slapping another dude in the face.
Clyde didn't want to suck the cock, but he didn't like the laughter either. He figured that the other men wouldn't know if he did suck that cock. He just wanted to leave the stall as soon as possible and get out to the farm. So Clyde pushed Tom's hips back, looked the big trucker in the face, and then opened his mouth. Tom knew the cowboy was his at that moment. So he started to feed his dick little by little into Clyde's mouth, feeling the tentative licks by the inexperienced tongue and the brushes of teeth on his swollen dick.
He groaned deep in his chest as the familiar feelings started on his dick. Tom had gone almost a day without cumming, so his balls were quite full. And the fact that he had a first timer working his dick, that made Clyde's first blowjob kinda short.
"Stroke those manballs, cowboy. Play with 'em and warm up that cum. Yeah, you're getting the hang of cocksucking, stud. When I cum, keep it in your mouth and share it with me. This time you kiss me like I kissed you. Oh fuck! Here it cummmmmsssss.......take it, you sonofabitch!"
That's when Clyde tasted sperm from another man's cock for his very first time. Tom's balls fuckin' unloaded too. It was a big load from a man that always shot a big load. It was way more than Clyde could handle on his first time and it started to run down his chin onto his hairy chest.
Finally, Tom's balls were empty. He withdrew his cock and pulled Clyde to his feet. Clyde knew what he had to do. He pulled the trucker against him and stuck his cum coated tongue in his mouth. This kiss was different from the first. It had some passion in it and went far longer that was necessary to exchange the cum load. This time it was Tom doing the gasping for air.
"Damn, cowboy stud!! You learn real quick. I'd like to fuck around with you all night, but I got to get on the road. I got a schedule to keep."
With that Tom kissed Clyde one more time, pulled up his pants and exited the stall. Clyde stayed where he was to gather his thoughts and straighten himself up. When he thought he could face the men in the bathroom, he left the stall and headed back out front. No one laughed or even grinned at him. It was as if nothing had happened, even though everybody knew what had taken place in that stall. How could you not know? The place smelled like a lockerroom and moaning and groaning was coming from the other stalls.
The only thing on his mind was to get to the farm. So Clyde headed back to the truck, only to find that Bryan wasn't there. That was kind of wierd. Where was his best buddy? That scene in the bathroom hadn't taken that long, had it? Then it hit Clyde. What if Bryan had been in that bathroom when Tom had forced him to his knees? What if Bryan knew what had happened?
Would his friend understand that he had been raped in that stall? Well, rape was kind of harsh word. Could one man rape another one? And if it was rape, why did Clyde have such a mind blowing cum? He had let another man suck his dick, kiss him, and then had sucked that other man's dick. What the fuck was wrong with him? It must be the stress. He definitely knew he wasn't attracted to guys.
Just at that moment, Tom came strutting out the door and spotted Clyde. The cowboy groaned as the big trucker walked over to him. Tom leaned in the window and gave Clyde a big grin. Then he reached in and groped his crotch.
"Tastey cock you got there, stud. Don't be too hard on yourself. It was just two men pleasuring each other. Happens all the time with lonely truckers like myself. Well, I got to pick up a load of steel next state over and then get back here to haul some feed. Hope to see you again sometime."
Tom walked away toward the truck parking lot. Cyde found that his eyes followed the trucker in the rearview mirror. Seeing that tight ass encased in those jeans made his balls tingle a bit. That caused the cowboy some grief and he got redfaced.
Damn, where the fuck was Bryan......
"Oh fuck!! Suck that cock and balls!! Lick my ass!!" Bryan was moaning and groaning. Jack and Jared were giving the assistant foreman lots of pleasure with their tongues and fingers. Bryan had never felt so high on sex. His cock had never felt so hard. He knew guys could suck better than women, but he never knew that his nipples were that sensitive. Or that a guy could give another so much pleasure with his tongue in his asshole. Bryan's legs had been in the air for 20 minutes while the brothers sucked and rimmed him. He finally got them to let him stretch out.
That put his cock on display even more. It was a fine example of a virile man's dick. Heavily veined, big fat ridge around his cock head and a deep purple color. Jack was sucking that big headed cock and Allen was licking Jared's ass, getting it sloppy wet. Allen knew what this young stud wanted. He wanted Bryan's big cock up his tight hole. Jack lifted his drooling face from the cock and then guided his horny brother into a sitting position, facing the construction stud. Bryan was staring at the scene as though he were separated from it, like it was a dream. He watched helpless as the young blond stud lowered himself onto his cock.
He groaned as the tight asshole flowered open around his throbbing head. The young blond god was hung like a bull himself and it was throbbing and drooling precum too. Jared placed Bryan's hand on his cock as he started to fuck himself on that big hairy dick. Bryan acted as though his hand was burned. He had never touched a cock other than his own. It was hot and thick and sticking straight up in the air. His hand was immediately wet with precum.
Bryan groaned again. Jared had nestled down as far as he could on the big dick. What wrenched the groan from Bryan's throat was the tightening of his ass muscles around his cock. It was the tightest, snuggest place Bryan had ever put his dick. Jared groaned too and started to shoot cum all over Bryan's chest and face. That tight ass gripped him even more, but when Jack fucked his finger inside of Bryan's asshole and nudged his prostate, that is what released his cum. Volley after volley of cum squirted into Jared's ass. It filled up the hot young stud and then leaked out onto Bryan's balls.
Jack's cock was about to shoot too, so he stood up and aimed the fire at Bryan's face. Then Allen joined in on the cum fest. Shooting loads of rich, creamy man cum all over Bryan's face and hairy chest. Three loads of cum, dripping and running into his eyes, his mouth and all over his chest. It was Bryan's first taste of cum. Though it didn't really register with his fucked up brain. Hell, it had been his first experience fucking a man! Lots of firsts for the big guy.
Finally, Jared lifted off Bryan's spent cock and dove down to lick his dick clean. Jack and Allen were licking and kissing his face and chest, cleaning away every drop of good tasting cum. Bryan was fucked up and fucked out. Jack and Jared leaned in and kissed Bryan in a deep man to man kiss. They pushed more cum into his mouth and smiled to each other as he swallowed it all. The brothers were old hands at getting straight men to enjoy hot sex.
Finally, Bryan came to his senses and started to get dressed. He became almost frantic when he remembered Clyde waiting for him. How in the hell would he explain where he'd been for the last hour? And not just where, but what he had been doing during that hour. Clyde would never talk to him again if he knew that he had fucked a guy up the ass and enjoyed it. Or jacked a guy's dick or kissed a guy.
Allen thought Bryan was in a rush to leave because he was embarrassed by the gay sex scene. He wanted to explain it, calm Bryan's fears, but he never got the chance. As soon as his boots were on and jeans buckled, Bryan ran from the truck. He was trying to put his shirt on as he hurried to Clyde. He got several looks from guys that could smell the sex and see some streaks of cum on his shoulders. But Bryan didn't notice any of this. It wasn't until he caught site of Clyde's truck sitting where it was first parked, that the big stud finished dressing and calmly, or at least he tried to appear that way, went to the passenger door and sat back inside.
Clyde jumped a bit at Bryan's appearance and his flushed face. He reddened a bit too when he realized he was checking the crotch of his buddy's bulging jeans. Both men sported bulges in their faded wranglers at this moment.
They looked at each other strangely for a few moments. Each man changed in just that short hour since they parked here. Aware of it in themselves, but not yet in each other.
Clyde started the truck and headed back to the interstate and his farm. Bryan started to speak a couple of times with excuses, but his mouth and throat were sticky with sperm and nothing but grunts came out.
Finally, he told Clyde about meeting up his old friend Allen and seeing the inside of the truck. Clyde said that it was alright. The bathroom was really busy and he had to wait awhile. And that he had almost pissed in his pants until a good samaritan had allowed him to break line.
Then Clyde told a joke about the indian that drank so much iced tea that he drown in his own tee pee. That broke the tension and the men were buddies again, on their way to the farm.
to be continued......