Trucker Daddy
Disclaimer-This fantasy involves two consenting adults (18+) and it completely fictitious. It contains themes of a male-on-male cross generational sexual encounter, verbal humiliation and domination. If you are not comfortable with these elements, please read no further. Otherwise enjoy the tale.
I could feel his thick finger entering me. His warm alcoholic breath tickled my ear. I'd never been so scared and excited in all my life.
"This is what you need you faggot," the man sneered as he pushed his thick index finger up to the hilt.
I yelped in surprise. How had it come to this! I thought in disbelief! What had started as a feeble attempt to flirt with a trucker had turned into me...about to lose my virginity...in the back of an 18 wheeler in the parking lot of a service station-deep down I knew that's what I wanted all along.
I didn't have time to dwell; the man's scatchy face was suddenly pressing hard against mine. I'd never felt the thick stubble of a man, my own smooth face making me feel self-consciously like less of a man, though technically I was one.
He continued to jab his finger into me as his tongue wrestled mine, my groin responding to his pure savage dominance. Is this how a real man gets what he wants? I thought... By taking it? The thought aroused me; it didn't go unnoticed.
"I see the fag likes it," the man taunted crudely.
"I wonder how much you'll like it when you feel my fat cock spreading your bitch pussy for the first time cunt," he said with a hint of excitement in his deep, growling voice.
He grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and pushed me down onto the mattress in the back of his cab, my face buried in his sheets. I inhaled his masculine scent as he added another finger to his anal assault, my ass now sticking up in the air as he held me down. I was scared shitless.
Jab, jab, jab, his fingers went in, hurting somewhat-yes, but my cock also hardening with each unrelenting angry thrust. I'd never been fingered before. The whole scene seemed unreal to me.
Only minutes earlier I'd followed the stud into the restroom of the gas station. We'd made eye contact in the snack isle. I just wanted to talk to him, so I followed him. I found him at the urinal, standing back far enough for everyone to see his huge cock as he pissed. He seemed completely unconcerned-or was this for my benefit? That's what I'd hoped.
His body was lean built muscle. Anyone could look at him and tell he was a working man, probably 20 years my senior, in excellent shape. He jeans showed his muscular ass, while his light brown hair lay concealed by a well-worn baseball cap, his tanned face rugged and stubbly and incredibly sexy. My attention was drawn to his huge cock suddenly. It made my mouth water, but a sudden fear overtook me: What if he knows what I'm up to and beats the shit out of me, I thought, my heart suddenly beating faster.
He took notice of my staring and looked over. I averted my eyes quickly, snapping out of my distracted state. The awkward silence forced me to speak: "Uhhh..." I stumbled at first..."Do you think you could buy me a pack of cigarettes...," I said, reaching into my pocket to retrieve a $10 dollar bill. This had been my brilliant plan to initiate a conversation. It came out sounding rehearsed. My heart pounded as I waited for his response.
He looked back down at his cock (so did I), and he took his time shaking it out. Then he tucked it back into his jeans (no drawers).
"You're not 18 yet?" he finally answered casually, in a thick Southern drawl, returning his gaze to mine with a hint of a smile.
"I turned 18 last week," I said somewhat defensively, "...but you have to be 19 here in Alabama," I said hunching my shoulders and looking dejected.
"Oh, I see." he said, chuckling...waiting a moment to talk... "If a man can go to war, should be able to smoke," he said flatly. I nodded in agreement.
"Tell you what son...I got an extra couple of packs in my rig...I'll give you a pack, if you'll do me a favor..."
he said easily and walked over to me.
"What kind of favor?" I asked looking up at him, somewhat suspiciously.
He smiled at me...sensing the innuendo of my question. "Nothing too bad," he said jokingly. "I'm just sore from driving all day and unloading cargo and I just need someone to put some icy hot on my back.
Think you could do that form me champ?" he said, suddenly in a fatherly manner, his wedding ring suddenly drawing my attention. He's probably got a kid my age, I thought to myself.
"Oh...yeah...uh...sure," I said, convinced nothing was going to happen now. His laid back manner totally put me at ease.
He nodded his head toward the door and I followed him to his rig. He put his hand on my shoulder in a friendly way and I felt a tingle. I thought for sure nothing sexual was going to happen, but I was happy just to help him out and maybe rub his back.
He opened the passenger door and I followed him in. I'd never been in a rig before. Once in, he directed me to the back area. To my surprise, there was a bed, a tiny fridge and some places for storing clothes, plus a little stove. I never realized it was so big back there. We could both stand easily in the back.
He towered over me by about a foot, very similar in height and build to my own father. He wasted no time in talking off his shirt, exposing his tanned and tattooed chest, muscled from years of manual labor.
I could smell his deodorant mixed with his natural scent. It was very intoxicating. He grabbed the icy hot, and handed it to me without delay.
"Just all over, especially the top and bottom of my back," he said. I applied it all over his upper back and and then his lower back, the smell of the stuff quickly filling the small cab.
"Would you mind rubbing it in, just for a bit," he said. I did the best I could, with him standing. He encouraged me with growls and groans.
"Yeah, right there son, press there...a little harder...oh yeah, yeah..." he expressed. I was getting majorly turned on. The front of my athletic shorts started to tent out, but I didn't worry, since his back was to me. I figured I could hide my arousal quickly if necessary.
I massaged him for a while, my cock throbbing as I traced his back, his groans adding to my arousal. I had to stand a bit away from him so he won't experience my arousal for himself.
To my surprise he suddenly turned! I snapped out of my daze and noticed him looking down at my cock tenting my shorts!! "Looks like we are both enjoying this, huh boy? He said. He closed the curtain between the back cab and the front.
"I didn't realize I had a full-fledged faggot on my hands..." he said, his tone suddenly louder and aggressive, frightening me.
"...but I expected as much when you followed me into the john," he continued.
"I know how to handle boys like you," he said, yanking my shorts down suddenly. I stood dazed and speechless, my boner now uncovered, standing straight out but starting to deflate.
"Don't pretend this isn't why you came up here son. Now answer me honest: have you been with a man before?"
I just shook my head no, but feeling very scared and nervous. His use of the word "faggot" made me think he was going to bash me or something, especially the aggressive and derogatory way he was saying it. His whole fatherly manner had peeled away; I was getting that sinking feeling-I'd gotten into the back of a stranger's rig and now anything could happen. What an idiot I am, I thought.
"Do as I say and you'll be fine," he said, apparently noticing the fear on my face.
"There is nothing wrong with being a faggot..." he continued "...so long as you fulfill your God given purpose: to please men. Do you understand me?"
I nodded my head in understanding, my heart still beating fast, my cock raging hard again. My boner didn't seem to mind being degraded.
He pulled my t-shirt over my head and there I stood, completely naked in front of him. He examined me, especially my ass, squeezing my globes firmly and parting my cheeks; I could feel the air touching my hole.
"This will do," he said more to himself then me. He got some kind of liquid out of a drawer by his bedside and applied it to his middle finger. And that's when he put his hand on my back, bent me over slightly and with one swift motion pushed his finger up to the hilt. I gasped loudly.
"This is not going to be much fun for you...I'm afraid...at least not at first; faggot pussy always resists. But a man knows it's got to be done...if you're to fulfill your purpose. After tonight you'll want nothing else."
He was right.
He continued to finger fuck me and then he positioned me on the bed, took off the rest of his clothes and got next to my face. I could see his low-hanging, hairy balls swaying slowly back and forth while his cock became fully erect. Incredibly it was even longer and thicker than I would have imagined. My asshole seemed to tremble in response.
"Suck It," he barked. Without another word he stuffed his huge meat into my mouth; I gagged instantly but he held me onto his cock. My gagging seemed to please him, but he did let me catch some air.
With a handful of my hair, he guiding me back and forth along his pole and with his other hand he continued to jab his meaty fingers into my hole; it was already feeling sore and now my mouth was getting sore too.
Servicing a man was certainly not as easy as it looked, I conceded, but ironically I felt liberated at being so utterly and completely dominated, the reigns of control passed to another. I didn't have to worry about what to do; the Daddy trucker, like a real father, would tell me or show me how to please him.
Inside the rig the temperature was rising; the warm, humid night outside was not helping matters. But the smell in the cab was like an aphrodisiac: I could smell man sweat, icy hot, and deodorant, just like a locker room. The Daddy trucker's nuts were smacking hard against my chin, making a dull slapping sound. I could smell the sperm in them.
And the next moment and I was sucking on them, licking them, worshiping them. I knew my only goal was to have his seed inside of me, in one hole or another. I was more turned on now than I had ever been and I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be here with this stud.
After his cock was sufficiently sucked and lubed, he flipped me around and my legs were on his muscular shoulders. He turned on a little light above me. I had a feeling he wanted to see my face as he fucked me. He was taking my virginity after all, and even for someone as experienced as he undoubtedly was, it was still something that only happened once in a faggot's life, and I couldn't wait. I wanted him in me so bad! His face was serious, even more rugged and sexy then I imagined as he looked down at me. I could feel his cock being positioned at my entrance, my hole puckering as his dick head rubbed against it. His eyes met mine. It was at that moment that I saw the similarities between this man and my own father. In fact, it was surprised that I hadn't noticed it from the beginning. I didn't have time to dwell on it...
"Push out when I push in boy, or else it will hurt more.." he said flatly ...and then...he shoved in, his cockhead pushing passed my hole, impaling me halfway on him.
The pain took my breath away. His hand flew over my mouth to muffle my yell and he pushed the rest of the way in.
I was shaking, tears formed...my hands were on his muscular chest, scratching at him to back off. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above me. "Cry if you need to, but be still or it will hurt more," he said.
From the tone of his voice, I knew he wasn't taking it out.
His eyes and voice held no compassion. In fact, I thought I imagined a smirk on his face, one that taunted: You Deserve This Faggot! I felt like I was just HIS fuck hole now. But after what seemed like forever he said: "Relax and soon it will be better."
He'd just left his cock in place without moving it so I could get used to him in there. Then he lowered himself and kissed me gently, pushing his tongue in, then licking the tears off my face. He was instantly forgiven.
As my breathing slowed he began moving in and out. Each thrust hurt less than the one before. We were both sweating profusely. I was getting turned on by watching him above me, he chest flexing with each thrust, his chest glistening with sweat, the smell of him, the intense animal stare as his fucking picked up, the similarities of him and my Dad turning me on even more. My ass was now feeling numb, but then something started feeling good and it went with the rhythm of the trucker's thrusts. Once he'd released my wrists, I reached up to feel his ass flexing as he pummeled me.
Soon his fucking speed increased, my legs wobbling like jelly on his shoulders. My body was his completely, all resistance gone. This mature, virile, masculine and aggressive man was doing what men like him do, fucking and I was fulfilling my purpose-pleasing him. He kissed me periodically as his shaft darted in and out of me. I liked tasting him and feeling his tongue against mine.
The rig was rocking back and forth as his fucking continued and he started being more vocal.
"This is what you want, isn't it boy..." he said..."feeling a daddy cock up your cunt?"
"Yes Sir, Daddy" I said back eagerly.
"You want your daddy to fuck you, don't you boy?...like this...like all little faggot boys...yeah I know how you boys think, I've been with enough of you...you just want Daddy to love you...and the only thing that'll prove it is his big cock, splitting you, isn't it son?" he said and fucked me even harder...
"Yes Sir..." was all I could say. He seemed to know my every thought and dark fantasy.
"Well I might not be your real Daddy, baby, but I can give you all the cock you can handle and more..."he said breathing hard and picking up his pace ...
"taking a man up your cunt...is just what you need..." his sweat was dripping all over me...
"Maybe I ought to take you home and tell your Daddy what a good little bitch you are so he can give you exactly what you deserve...every single night! If he knew what you were I'm sure he'd be taking your faggot cunt for himself!"
He bellowed the last statement loudly and pulled out and lifted up, bringing me up with him. He was holding my legs against his chest with one arm crossed over them dragging my body upward, while jerking off with his other hand between my legs. I looked up to see his throbbing cock over my face and then it happened: an eruption, the likes of which I had never seen! The first jets of his man spunk shooting well over my head but then some spurts landing squarely on my face, lips, hair, forehead and chest, as his huge hairy balls swaying wildly back and forth as he ejaculated. Surprisingly none landed in my eyes, but it was directly on my lips and I didn't know what do to. He howled in ecstasy and he continue stroking himself.
Then he lowered me back down, releasing my legs after his climax had ended, and sat, exhausted, breathing hard between my legs, looking at my cum drenched chest & face. I still hadn't moved, feeling it all over me, my own cock, still rock hard.
The trucker leaned up and began jerking me off, scooping some of his cum up and using it as lube. With his other hand, he scooped up a little more and pushed his finger into my mouth.
"That's what a man tastes like boy," he said breathily. "You better get used to it," he said. "You're going to be tasting it a lot."
I didn't really like the taste (or texture) at first, but after that day I learned to savor it. It was quite literally the elixir of man.
His continued feeding me his load while jerking me off. It only took seconds for me to cum a gusher. He aimed it at my chest and I yelled out (to my surprise) and shot the biggest load of my entire life. Gush after gush exploded out of my cock all over my chest, even hitting my face.
The trucker rubbed it all over my chest, mixing it with his and putting his finger in my mouth again and then slapping my face firmly.
"Now get over here and clean off this cock," he ordered, laying back, stretching out his legs out and leaning back with his arms behind his head. I got up groggily, got between his open legs and put his spent shaft in my mouth and did my best to clean him off. He growled in approval.
"You're learning quickly; I knew you would," he said, then leaned over and kissed me, grabbing me by the back of my head and drawing me close. I'd become accustomed to his scruffy man face and probing tongue. I knew I was going to miss it.
"Now get dressed boy and get goin'..." he said "...before someone worries about you," he said looking at his watch.
"But be back here next week on Thursday-same time. You are just starting to fulfill your potential," he said in a no-nonsense tone. "Don't be surprised if I bring some other men with me who need your service too. "
"Yes Sir," I said nodding, feeling a little intimidated but knowing that nothing would keep me away. He watched as I got dressed and left the rig.
He never did give me those cigarettes, but after that day my mouth was seldom unoccupied. Neither was my ass.
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