True encounter
Drivin' His U-Haul Home
By Chadd Lusst
Who knew that renting a U-Haul truck would lead to me being able to suck and get fucked by a big-bellied, bearded bear of a man? I sure didn't, even though, when I met Hank, the manager of the local U-Haul company, I admit I found him friendly and, frankly, quite sexy. With his wide, white-toothed smile and big burly chest, he was a formidable vision. Black curls, sprinkled with grey, spilled over the neck of his company shirt
enticing me with the probability of a very hairy chest (always my fetish). I paid for the day's rental and looked around the small office. There was an open doorway into another larger room and I could see a large mirror leaning against the wall. I assumed it was awaiting hanging. Once the paperwork was finished, I signed and we walked to the truck. As he helped me load the hand trucks I would need, I noted his arms were thick, muscled and very hairy. I felt the familiar lust building as we worked together loading the padding and equipment. I decided to make a play, figuring he was probably straight as a board. But, I had naught to lose. "Damn if you are not one strong dude," I said as he easily lifted one of the hand trucks into the back of the truck. "No wonder your arms are so muscular " He smiled widely, flexed a muscle in a quick pose and continued loading. "You work out, I bet," I pushed a little further. He turned to me, patted his rather ample belly with both hands, and answered
"I work out at the dinner table too much is all." He laughed aloud, but it was my perfect opening. "A dinner table doesn't give you that big, hairy chest!" The look on his face told me he was pondering something. "Well, I guess that comes from my old man," he said, "he was a big man all over, too." He hesitated and our eyes met. "Hung like a horse he was, too" he added as he turned and closed the back door of the truck. He grinned at me and winked. Then, we walked back to his office in silence. I paid the $50 deposit; he made some notes on the paperwork, folded it and handed it to me. "Trucks due back tomorrow around this time. We'll settle then." All the way home, I thought about what he had said and he look in his eyes when he said it. "Hung like a horse..." I felt he had been trying me as much as I was him at that time. I hoped I was right. The next day, I rushed to finish the packing of the U-Haul. In fact, I finished early enough with the stuff I had to move across town that I was able to take the truck back two hours early. As I drove into the lot, I saw a family pulling out in one of the larger U-Haul trucks. Hank was alone. He was wearing the company shirt, but it was unbuttoned two buttons down. There was so much thick hair on his upper chest I could actually see no flesh. "Hey, buddy, you're back early. Everything all right?" I swallowed hard and decided to throw all caution to the wind. "Oh yes sir, all is fine. I just..." He turned after rifling through some papers and found his copy of my order. "Did ya fill'er up?" I told him I had and nervously volunteered more. "I just was wondering all night about something." He looked at me and that big smile moved across his bearded face. "Let me guess," he spoke softly and stared into my face, almost studying it. "You wondered if I'm hung as good as my old man." Could it be this easy? Could I be that obvious? Though he was 100 percent correct, I found myself blushing and stammering about like a gay school kid. "Well...ER...no...ah.. Yeah... how'd you know?" "I can read a guy purdy good when he is eyeing my chest and talking about my muscles and all like you was yesterday," he grinned. "Oh... and by the way... yes." His hand moved a heavy mound of flesh from left to right in his jeans
He smiled and winked, and I felt a shudder as he looked at me knowingly. With that he walked to the door and locked it and turned the sign to CLOSED. "Wanna see?" I wanted to and I did. I found that the large mirror was strategically placed across from a single bed where he said he often rested "on slow days like today." He came to me, wrapped those hairy arms around me and pulled me to him. His body was hard and burly. His mouth found mine and I gave over to him as he kissed me. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth and my cock grew rigid almost instantly. His hands moved down my back and he cupped my ass and pulled tight so that I felt his already hard cock against my groin. I sucked on his spiraling tongue. When the lengthy kiss ended, I pushed back, caught my breath and ran my hand into his shirt. I buried my fingers in the black curls and heard a moan from my own throat. "Ya like that hairy chest, dontcha kid." It was not a question, just a stated fact. "Oh Gawd, yes...I..." He kissed me deep again and, while doing so, he pulled his shirt from his pants and I heard fabric tear as he ripped it open so my hand could explore further. Explore I did. My hands roamed through hair that could actually be combed. My fingers tweaked large brown nipples until they formed solid, suckable peaks. Eager to get my hands and lips on the manhood I could feel, I kissed my way down his thick neck and into the hairy mass on his chest. As I unbuckled his belt, I gnawed at the erect nipples and heard his grunts of approval. "Yeah, baby..." he groaned, "...suck them nips...feels fuckin' good..." He reached between us and helped with the button of his pants and then the zipper. My hands eagerly reached inside the open crotch and, for the first time, I felt the thick, warm, erect cock. His body tensed as I dipped beneath the shaft and cupped his massive hairy balls. The smell of musk cologne met me as I let my tongue trail down the amazing treasure trail. Dipping my tongue into his deep navel, I continued my journey down to the object of my eager anticipation. I slid down and sat on the bed and marveled at the length and thickness of the man-log strutting up before me. He was probably nine inches and cut. The huge lemon-sized head shone like a glass light bulb in the dim light of the room. Pre-cum glistened in the piss slit. "Man, you weren't kidding..." I stammered, amazed at what I saw. His low laugh signaled me to continue. I laced my fingers around the bat-sized shaft and licked away the drop of pre-cum. Leaning forward, I eagerly pulled the glassy head into my mouth. I had to move my head from side to side to get it in, then my tongue circled it wantonly. Inch by inch, I slid my lips down the shaft until I gagged a little. Easing back, I let one hand gently grasp his low hanging balls. Hank began to pump his hips slowly, forcing the cock deeper with each thrust
"Damn... you can take...the whole fuckin'...oh yeahhhhhh." I reached around his thighs and grabbed his hairy ass cheeks and pulled him to me. I held my breath until I felt his balls push against my chin. He had moved to one side of the bed and was watching us in the huge mirror, and was getting more excited by the second. My throat was full of pulsing prick and I wanted to taste his jism. "I gotta fuck ya." Keep in mind, I had been fucked only a few times and never with a cock of this thickness. I admittedly was concerned about being able to take it at all. Reluctantly, I pulled the pulsing cock from my mouth, licked his balls and up the shaft several times before he pushed me back on the bed. "I...I don' think I can...." As I got out of my clothes, he closed the room door and locked it. He kicked out of his boots and pants and threw the torn shirt aside. He stood before me like a naked hairy slightly overweight Greek God. I wanted to suck him off. He had other ideas first. He stood before the mirror and took a tube of KY Jelly off a shelf and slathered some on his engorged cock. "I'll be gentle..." I lay back on the bed naked except for socks. He slid onto the bed and took position between my spread legs. I was nervous, but being able to run my hands over his muscled arms and chest made me eager to please him as he was pleasing me. I looked into his eyes as he lifted my legs over his shoulders, then pushed the thick, well-greased cockhead against my asshole. "Relax..." He grinned down at me and I thought that was easy for him to say, "...I'm what is called a gentle giant." I laughed nervously and flinched as I felt just the jelly-covered head enter my body. He was gentle...and patient, easing in slowly and allowing me time to relax between thrusts. The pleasure pain was intense, bringing tears to my eyes. I bit my lip and squinted up at him. "You're one tight little pussy," he growled and smiled down at me. "Well, stud," I looked admiringly at him trying to hide the pain, "I would gladly suck that load from ya if you'd rather." But, he just swooped down and French-kissed me hard. I entwined my arms around his wide shoulders and hugged him close. That big furry chest carpet pressed down against me and his beard covered my lower face. Lost in his passionate, wet kiss, I relaxed and felt his rotund shaft ease deeper. He held still and let my body get used to the massive invasion of prick. Then, his tongue still exploring mine, his strong hips began the dance of lust, erasing the pain and enveloping me in mind-blowing ecstasy with each thrust. He began to ride me like a bull in heat. His muffled grunts signaled a powerful explosion, and I ran my hands over his hairy back and sides as he plunged deep and released his creamy spunk. His arms encircled me and I felt his hands cup my ass cheeks. He pulled me upwards against his grinding thighs and plunged all the way. I could feel it each time he grunted out a hot spurt and I shuddered as my own cock exploded. His balls slapped against my eager ass. I turned and caught the reflection of our entwined, writhing bodies in the mirror. Hank was driving his elongated U-Haul piston into me and I was enjoying everything about him. His hairy body was wet with sweat as he finished and slowly pulled his spent shaft from my well-fucked ass. He looked over at the mirror, catching me watching. "Now ya know what that mirror is for, huh?" I had to admit it was fantastic watching our bodies and enjoying the action. Hank got up from the bed, went into a side bathroom for a few minutes. He returned and retrieved a new shirt from a closet. I made my way to the bathroom and cleaned up. When I came back into the room, he was dressed. Hs shirt was left open and, still naked, I went to him and rubbed that massive chest. I wanted to spend the day with him, even if it was just running my fingers through all the hair on his body. Once again, however, he pulled me close and his mouth found mine. Then, it was over. He returned to being Hank, the U-Haul Rental manager. I returned to being a customer. A very satisfied customer.
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