Jackknife, Chapter 1: A Taste of Himself

This is a work of fiction. Enjoy the fantasy, but do not confuse it with reality. This story contains descriptions of sex between consenting adult males. If such offends you or is illegal for you to read, please leave now.

Written and edited by CubDex

Jackknife, Chapter 1: A Taste of Himself

The 18 wheeler hit a large pothole as it thrummed down the road.

"Shit" said Mason, trying to wipe some now spilled coffee off of the dash.

Mason had been driving down i5 for 9 hours now, and was reaching his breaking point for the day. A few more miles down, finally, a truck stop. He started to slow the massive vehicle as he turned into the truck zone. As soon as he found a suitable spot, Mason quickly shut off the engine and jumped out, locking it up behind him. Speedily heading towards the toilets, he'd been holding his bladder for the last 50 miles.

He rushed into the public bathroom and quickly looked around. Thankfully no one seemed to be there, giving him a little comfort. As he walked up to the urinal he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. The stream hit the side of the urinal echoing around the white painted bricks and old stainless steel stall walls and doorways. Mason sighed in relief as he finally released the piss he had been holding in for what seemed like an eternity. A minute or so goes by as it finally ends, he gives his member a few good shakes, zips up, and heads to the dingy sinks to wash his hands.

Mason was happy being a truck driver. No attachments, no one to worry about, and every day was a new adventure with some (sometimes) amazing views.

In his previous life he was married to a woman named Sherry, but that felt like ages ago now. It wasn't a particularly happy marriage, not quite an arranged gig, but also not something that came naturally. It was what was expected of him, by his mother, father, and church.

Married life started off easily enough. The two got along well, both enjoyed cooking, watching rom-coms, and other attributes of domestic life. On their wedding night Mason tried his best to "consummate" their marriage, but in truth he was fumbling around unsure what to do. They tried multiple times after but it was clear that it wasn't quite working. He knew it broke her heart, that she wanted children, to be a mother. But he couldn't do it. It was his lifelong shame.

Years later, into their late 20s, they finally decided to separate. In her heart Sherry knew that Mason was gay. She still loved him for who he was, his ability to make her laugh, to make her feel at home, but this coupling would never work.

It was a quiet divorce. No one in either of their families knew it had happened until it was over and the two had gone their separate ways. The chaos it would have caused would have been catastrophic, or maybe it was catastrophic, Mason wasn't sure. As soon as they sold the house he left, looking for the next thing to keep him going. A few gas stations and "help wanted" flyers later he was driving his own semi across the country.

The road excited Mason. It was new opportunity after new opportunity. Meeting new people, finding new places. He enjoyed it. But something was still missing from his life as he entered his 30s.

Mason was clearly not like the other boys. He did the things expected of him: football, fishing, outdoorsy stuff in a smallish town of Montana, but he never seemed to enjoy it in the same way the other boys did. Where they were busy running a field goal he was too busy checking out the other linebackers. He did what he was told, listening to the pastor at church and getting good grades. Eventually he started to feel these special tingles when he saw other boys in the locker room or at the pool. Soon enough he realized what this meant, and confessed it to his pastor. The pastor urged him to suppress this, that it was the devils work, and that he was being tested and if he should fail he will burn in Hell for eternity. "Shut out these thoughts, as they are sinful." Along with the normal "don't touch yourself, and only ever have sex until after you're married and ONLY for making children."

He didn't know any better and believed the pastor. Shutting out the thoughts of strong naked men caressing him, denying his morning wood of what it wanted. For a long time he lived in fear.

During the end of his marriage with Sherry he started to question the things he had been taught at church. Mason started buy books about other religions and the religious trauma people have endured. The first few books shocked him. Basic foundational blocks of his education and upbringing were being fractured. He slowly began to realize that God did not create Earth two thousand years ago, that wars were not testaments of faith, and that the Church was not the place he thought it was.

So it begged the question: if all of these things he had learned under the fear of God was wrong, what about himself? Slowly but surely he started to tear down the false walls of religion that had been built to keep his thoughts and actions contained. Mason began to discover who he was.

With the divorce final, and him heading out on his own, Mason continued to learn. He listened to audio books on cultures, sciences, art forms, and even queer history. With the long hours in the truck he had lots of time to listen.

Mason unlocked the truck and jumped back into the cab. It was a hot one today out at the edge of southern Oregon. The August setting sun was beating down on the cab slowly heating it up. Mason wiped his brow and turned the engine back on to get some AC. He sighed as the cool air blasted out of the vents.

Mason got up and headed into the back of the cab towards his little "den." It wasn't much, but for him it was home. He had a nice comfy bed, a small TV, and a laptop to watch whatever was on Netflix when he had good service. The bed sat at the back of the den, a mess with sheets and blankets. He looked around at the space and picked up some dirty briefs and shirts to throw into his old clothes hamper. He was days away from a place where he could wash them, but he should have enough clothes to get him through till the next big city.

He stretched and groaned as he started to close off the windows with the privacy barriers in the front windshield and side windows. Not that there were too many people out here, he still wanted to be safe and set up the makeshift security alarm by tying his seat belt around the drivers side door handle and through the steering wheel. At least if someone tried to break in he would know before they got too far.

As he went into the back of the cab he glanced at himself in a small mirror. He had aged well, still looking young. His larger frame looked good on him. He hadn't weighed himself in a while but if he had to guess he'd say he was somewhere in the 220-240 range. He stood at a solid 5' 10", with good proportioned arms and legs. He had a cute belly framed by large shoulders. His time as a linebacker in high school kept him wanting to hold onto some of the muscle so he brought some free wights with him on this journey as a trucker whenever he wasn't nearby a Planet Fitness. He didn't work out enough to be a body builder by any means, but enough to have some solid arms and tree trunk-like legs. His rounded face seemed to look better with a beard so he decided to keep it once he separated as Sherry would have never allowed it while they were together.

His simple t-shirt hung to his torso well, showing off his belly and well worked arms. As he glanced down he noticed his bulge was more prevalent today. He smiled as he gave it a good squeeze. Whenever he used a truck stop bathroom like that he always left with a tingling sensation in his balls which usually faded but today it seemed to linger.

Mason wasn't someone who jacked off a lot, even as a teenager. Maybe it was because he grew up in shame of his true self or that it was something that the church tried to instill as a sin. He had done it every now and again, but never while watching porn or looking through a dirty magazine. He was still working up the courage to watch something like that without feeling like it was wrong. Jerking off typically provided momentary of pleasure in the back of his truck. He would silently jerk his cock with purpose, preferring to head straight for the finish line so that he could get on with his day, shooting a small load out that would drip down to his heavy balls, and wiping it up with an old shirt. It was more of a chore than anything. If he didn't take care of it, it would just bug him until he did.

Mason sighed, slowly stroking his bulge in the mirror.

"Well, let's get this over with"

He stripped his shirt and pulled his gym shorts over his growing bulge. The tight boxer briefs let off an aroma of musk as he freed them from their prison. Secretly he'd always kind of liked the smell. He walked over to the bed as he was stroking his shaft through the thin material of his boxer briefs.

Grunting as he landed on the bed, he lifted his butt off of the mattress and slipped the briefs off of him. His thick cock slapped his belly as he set his legs back down on the bed. He closed his eyes as he started to slowly jerk his cock up and down, pulling the skin of his cut cock over it's head slightly, then back down. He had never measured it, but if he were to guess he'd say he's about 5.5" long when hard, and decently thick compared to the few other cocks he's seen. He moaned softly as he brushed his thumb over the sensitive cock head.

His other hand slowly rubbed down his chest and down to his belly. Slowly reaching to the base of his cock and feeling his balls as they slowly jumped up and down from jerking his cock was receiving. A few minutes of this go by as Mason slowly squeezed and pulled on his cock, slowly but surely getting closer to busting out a load.

He wasn't sure why he thought to do it, but his left index finger started to rub just underneath his balls. A moan escaped his lips. It felt fantastic. He kept rubbing that spot, slowly working his way lower and lower until he was just above his asshole.

"Oh fuck" moaned Mason.

He felt a roiling starting in his balls. They started to draw tight against his body. He was groaning and moaning, starting to pant faster and faster as he picked up the pace on his cock. His left hand still rubbing the area between his pulsing hole and balls, he lifted his leg up a little providing him better access.

Just as his finger brushed his hole, he tensed up.

"Oh god" he panted, and stifled a moan.

His whole body seized as his cock erupted a hot load of cum. Unlike normal this load's first shot landed a little higher on his tummy. A second, third, and forth shot pulsed out of his cock head and dribbled over his hand and down the thick shaft. His eyes were screwed shut as he convulsed with each pulse of the orgasm. He moaned and sighed as the waves of pleasure subsided, leaving him in a now fading afterglow.

His cock softened and flopped forward as he let it go, cum starting to drip down his balls and onto his sheets.

"Gahh" Mason sat up looking for something to clean up with.

He realized that he miscalculated the remaining clothes he had before he needed to get load washed.

If he used his last shirt he wouldn't have anything to wear tomorrow, and to make it worse he was on his last pair of underwear.

"God... of course" he sighed.

Looking around, with cum still on his hand he absentmindedly rubbed his goatee, spreading some of the fresh load onto his face.

"Oh well that's just great" he whispered to himself.

Perhaps if he hadn't driven all day he wouldn't have been so tired, at least that's what he chalked it up to. Then the smell hit his nose.

It was sweet, almost nutty. The smell kind of reminded him of bleach in a weird way. He looked down at the cum on his hand, and brought it up to his nose. He inhaled a long breath of the fresh load he had pumped out. His dick twitched. It smelled good.

Almost instinctively he licked his lower lip, getting some of his nectar along with it. He shuddered, and closed his eyes, now savoring the taste of cum on his tongue. It was nothing short of amazing.

Slowly, he licked the rest off of his goatee as he could. He moaned softly. He needed more. Mason started to lick up his thumb and hand cleaning up the cum off of it. Sucking each finger it landed on being sure to get it all off. He was in heaven. He quickly wiped up the rest on his chin and shoved his fingers in his mouth, moaning even more.

He reached down to get the rest off of his cock, expecting it to be soft by now, but it was rock solid, harder then it had been when he first started jerking off today. Surprised he smiled and got the rest of the cum off of his now very thick cock with his left hand and started to jerk it with his right.

Mason savored the taste as he feverishly jerked his cock again, groaning with pleasure. He had never jerked off twice in a row before like this, completely surprised by this. But his cum tasted so good, how had he never tried it before?

He rolled the cum along his tongue, ensuring that he could taste every last drop while he worked his thick cock over. It was strange, even his cock felt more sensitive, each stroke feeling better and better. He savored the time, slowing down his tempo, then speeding it back up, all the while letting little groans out of his mouth.

A similar sensation started to rise from his balls, however this time it almost felt warmer, or like there was more pressure. Mason was laying on his back with his finger in his mouth as he sucked the last of his cum off of it. He started to tense again as he felt his balls tighten. His face twisted into that of pleasure, and his toes curled. His left arm slammed into the bed besides him as he arched his back a little lifting his pelvis a little higher into the air.

"Oh fuck!!" He shouted, as he started to cum again. Wave after wave of pleasure enveloped him as he convulsed on his bed.

He grunted loudly as the first shot landed on his chin, taking him by complete surprise, and further fueling this orgasm. The second hitting his chest, accompanied by another loud groan, shuddering each pulse of pleasure as his cock shot out a thick stream of cum. The third, fourth, fifth, and sixth, shots spurted out in thick globs, the last few dribbling out and around his balls.

"Oh my god" he moaned as his orgasm subsided. The afterglow seemingly lasting longer than the norm. He licked the cum off of his chin and smiled, it still tasted just as good as the first time.

He laid there for what seemed like hours basking in the aftershock of stress relieved waves of pleasure. He had never felt something like this before. His cock deflated, and he sighed in relief, smiling he got up looking for something to clean himself up properly. Mason found some paper towels to wipe himself down, but left his jerking hand to lick up the remaining cum first. He smiled again as he swallowed.

"Wow" he thought. He had never felt like this before, like something changed inside of him. A switched was flicked, and something was finally awake. Completely exhausted, he shut off any remaining light and collapsed onto his bed, starting to drift off with the smell of fresh cum filling the cabin.

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