It was another one of my usual delivery runs; I was taking a load of construction supplies to a site a couple of states over. I love the solitude these trips offer me - the chance to just chill out with my thoughts and look outside the window at the trees, or mountains, or little bumblefuck towns out in the middle of nowhere, or whatever else there is along the way. This day was one of those "Indian Summer" days of autumn. The air was humid and sultry and the sun bright despite it being the end of September. I had the windows in the truck down to try to get some air, but the cabin was still warm and my chest had a faint sheen of sweat on it and my balls were hanging lower than ever in my jeans, boiling in the heat.
As my balls swelled and began to hang lower and lower, they began to rub up against the coarse denim fabric and the wiry hairs of my thighs. My cock followed suit, swelling and rubbing against my jeans, getting more stimulated by the heat and the sensations. In no time I was rock hard.
I felt my jeans straining trying to hold in my aching cock, and I couldn't ignore it any longer. I unzipped my fly and my fat nine-incher slapped up against my abs, spitting out a wad of pre that soaked through some of my beater. I couldn't hold in my horniness any longer. I had to blow a load.
I drove with one hand on the wheel, one hand slowly stroking my throbbing dick, looking for a place to pull over and jack off. As my luck would have it, there was not another exit for miles and miles. I drove for ten minutes, every minute my cock was aching with need, slick with precum spread by my slow yet frantic strokes. After twenty minutes my need to splooge was out of control. Even when I removed my hand, I could still feel the cum rising in my dick. It was as though my cock was jacking itself.
I must have not been paying attention and let my hand stroke too quickly, because I suddenly felt the familiar churning that meant that my schlong was about to explode with jizz. There was nothing I could do to stop it. I took one last look at the road, closed my eyes, wrapped my fist around my dick, and waited out my eruption.
"Shit! Ah, fuck!" I yelled involuntarily. With my eyes closed I could feel my cum spattering all over my chest, and I could hear it spraying and landing all over the cabin around me. I quickly opened my eyes and looked at the road - all safe. I looked down and observed my handiwork. I had jizzed up and down my torso, making my beater stick to the contours of my muscular chest and making it transparent enough to see through it down to my smooth chest hair. Some of it had landed on the headrest next to me, and I got it in my hair when I moved around. As the sharp, lusty aroma of my seed filled the cabin, I remarked to myself how pleased I was with this load.
I was still reeling from my massive cum when it began to get dark. Knowing I would have to get up early to make the delivery on time, I began to look for a place to crash for the night. After something like twenty minutes I reached a small roadside town and pulled my truck into the first motel I saw - a depressed little two-story thing with peeling blue siding called the Executive Motel. I chuckled a little bit but figured that it was decent enough for one night. I stepped out of my truck. When I moved I felt the crackle of dried cum on my beater and I decided that I would have to lose it before I checked in. Problem was, I hadn't any extra. I had been planning to just wear the same outfit the whole time. Not thinking anything of it, I peeled off the sticky top and headed to the office shirtless.
Inside the tiny room, the desk was manned by a boy - probably the owner's son - who couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen. I saw the boy's eyes linger on my hairy chest and then bug out when I realized that I smelled fiercely like man-spunk. The odor quickly filled the cramped space and got the juices roiling in both me and the boy across the counter. As I got the key to my room, I saw him reach under the counter and squeeze his bulge. Well, a healthy boy's gotta do what a healthy boy's gotta do.
With my cock freshly plump from the harsh smell of my own seed, I grabbed my bag of overnight stuff from the truck and hurried to my room. I yanked off my boots and pants and stood in front of the mirror and gazed at my hard and hairy body and hefty wood, still gleaming with the sweat of a heavy jack on a hot day. I gave my cock a few slow strokes and thought about how badly I wanted to cum. But, I decided to hold back and wait, and have a little fun first.
I started myself a shower. I stepped inside, letting the hot spray wash off the grime. Even deprived of attention, my cock stayed steel-hard. I realized that I wasn't going to go soft until I came, so I decided to make my cum as powerful as I could. I picked up the showerhead and held it between my legs, aiming the spray so it gave my bull balls a good massage. The feeling was so intense my dick began leaking a steady stream of precum. I moved the showerhead so the spray hit the underside of my cock. My knees buckled with the stimulation. I felt the inside of my shaft grow hot as cum started to ooze up its inside. I turned off the water and left the shower, trying to stretch out my cum a little while longer.
Returning to my bedroom, I took out an old pair of sweatpants from my bag and pulled them over my still-sopping frame. I laid down on the floor and began doing crunches. After a few, my dripping cock poked through a hole in the crotch, begging for attention. With each crunch I got closer until I could wrap my lips around the head. My crunches forgotten, I spread my legs further and managed to get a few inches of my nine into my mouth, driving me up the wall with the frustrating pleasure of my amateur self-sucking. I grabbed my cock and balls at the base with my right hand and began to slowly move my lips up and down. It was not enough. I needed to cum and I needed to use my hands.
I leapt up and stripped off the sweats. This needed to be done naked. I moved to a table at the far end of the room and ran my cock along the edge. The cool wood against my hard cock got me hotter than ever. Letting myself go to the demands of my cock, I wrapped both fists around my pulsing schlong and jerked like a madman. After moments I felt the familiar feeling of impending release and I surrendered my body.
"Fuck! Ah, uh! Fuck, yeah!" My knees buckled as ropes of cum spewed from my cock. The first cleared the table, while the next several spattered all over, completely covering the table. The last couple dribbled out of my cockhead onto my fingers as a fell back against the wall panting. What a cum that had been!
As I sat with my back to the wall recovering, I heard the familiar groans of man-cum outside my door. Curious, I went to the bathroom to pull on my jeans so I could have a look. When I opened the door the guy was gone, but his spunk was sprayed all over the mat and door.
Looks like my "friend" had decided to be a healthy boy all over my doorstep.