On The Road With Trucker Jack
By scass3254@aol.com
Carl Swenson's fingers dwarfed the cutting knife as he methodically cut onions for supper. His calloused hands moved along the chopping board with an alacrity that was unusual for a big-boned man standing over six feet tall. He stood there in his overalls without a shirt revealing broad shoulders that knew hard work. His farmer's tan revealed the line where his shirtsleeve began and his massive forearms and hands were brown from the sun's rays.
Born of Swedish stock, he was fair-skinned and had crystal clear sky blue eyes that darkened when he was angry which wasn't often. His once blond hair was now streaked with gray. He was still muscular but age had started to put the weight around his middle. He had a fondness for ice-cold beer on occasion that he enjoyed after working out in the fields tilling the soil in the hot sun. Not that he was a drinker. He knew that drinking and staying out late at night would be economic suicide as he was barely eking out a living. The drought had killed his crops and the banks weren't enthusiastic about lending money to a struggling farmer. Occasionally he went into town to blow off steam but he hadn't been there in months. Carl didn't have anybody in his life and at fifty-five he didn't know if he would ever find someone.
He placed the onions into a hot frying pan and heard them sizzle as they danced in the hot butter. It was a special sound and watching the onions as they began to caramelize was making him hungry. With a wooden spatula he stirred them carefully then lowered the heat. As they cooked, he set the table for dinner. He always set the table for himself, a carryover from when his mother was alive. He pushed back the hair from his handsome face and looked at Buck and Moe, his two golden retrievers who lay by the stove watching him work. He had rescued them from the pound and they had responded with love and affection.
"Soon boys," he cooed to them in a masculine voice. "Dinner will be ready and it's something that you both love. He smiled and his teeth were even. His was a strong face with a broad chin and chiseled features and the crowfeet around his eyes added to his ruggedness.
Trucker Jack was sweating profusely. His denim shirt was soaked through as he trudged up the hot, dusty road to the house that he had spotted on the hill. Mopping his forehead with his handkerchief, he ran his hand through his beard that was now slick with sweat. Walking was hard work in his scuffed Red Wings and his feet ached. His pickup truck, towing his stockcar had overheated and now stood on the side of the road with a broken fan belt. He was stuck and hopefully whoever lived in the house on the hill would be able to help him.
As he approached the house he was glad that it was still light out. The thought of having to sleep in the car was something that he hadn't planned on doing.
He walked up a dirt road past a field of freshly plowed fields and watched a hawk in flight looking for its supper. Jack hadn't eaten all day and was not only hungry but exhausted and needed a shower. How Jack longed for an ice-cold beer. He could taste it as the heat of the afternoon had sapped whatever energy he had left. As he approached the house, the fence that surrounded the property was freshly painted. Flowerboxes framed the entrance of the house as he walked up the driveway. A large oak tree shaded a side of the house. The front lawn was freshly mowed and the sweet smell of grass filled Jack's nostrils.
Carl saw the dogs suddenly stir from where they were laying; their heads snapping back and they were on their feet, their ears cocked. He watched their bodies, now stiff and alert listening to sounds that Carl couldn't hear. When they both scrambled towards the front of the house barking, Carl knew that something or someone was out there.
The sound of dogs barking startled Jack as he stood on the porch. Starched lace curtains fluttered in the open window. Jack hoped that the dogs were friendly and not guard-dogs thinking that he was trying to break into the house. Their barking sounded ferocious and Jack thought it best that he make a hasty retreat.
Carl watched at the dogs ran to the front of the house and he followed to see what was causing them to bark. He hadn't heard a car drive up but trusted the dog's sense of hearing.
He opened the door and saw a large man walking away as the dogs ran to Jack.
"They won't bother you," Carl said. "They're friendly." They began to jump on Jack and lick him. "Moe, Buck," Carl shouted. "Leave the man alone." The dogs did as they were told.
Jack turned and walked towards the house. "Sorry to bother you," Jack said, "but my truck broke down and I saw your house."
"Shit," Carl muttered and ran back into the house leaving Jack standing there petting the two large dogs who were licking and sniffing him. In a moment Carl returned. "I'm sorry but I had something on the stove and I didn't want it to burn. Come on in. Forgive my manners but it's not very often that I get company. I'm Carl Swenson and you already met Buck and Moe."
"I'm Jack Armstrong."
"Jack, you look hot and tired."
"I'm beat. Just finished a race at the Bradsville racetrack and the fan belt went as I was driving home."
"Would you like to share dinner with me? I have plenty." Carl knew that he was pushing it but wanted this man to stay.
"I don't want to trouble you. I just wanted to know if there's a garage close by that can replace a busted fan belt."
"There's one down the road but Zeke Carter is closed for a death in the family. I might be able to help."
"Much appreciated."
They walked into the neatly furnished house and then into the kitchen where the smell of onions had Jack salivating.
"That smells awfully good," Jack said looking around the brightly painted room. Jack looked at the big man stirring onions and didn't think that he had decorated the house. It was feminine with frills and chintz.
"Just onions but I have a big steak that's enough for all of us ready for grilling." He pointed to the dogs. "The boys can't wait."
"Are you sure, it's no trouble?"
Carl smiled, his blue eyes sparkling in friendliness. "I don't get much company so I'd appreciate if you stayed. There's a pond right out back if you want to cool down. It's spring fed and always cool. After working all day, I just finished taking a dip and somehow it revived me. It'll take the heat and the tired out of you. There's soap and shampoo in a can which you can't miss."
Jack looked at Carl and smiled. Maybe a busted fan belt was serendipitous. He looked at this handsome man and wondered if he was gay. "I'd love to take a dip. I'm sweating like a hog and my feet are killing me."
Carl went into a closet and brought out a large towel. "Right out back around twenty-five feet from here. I'll make the salad while you're taking your swim."
Jack walked out towards the pond with the dogs close behind. He stood at the water's edge and reached down and felt the cold water. Jack slowly took off his denim shirt and placed it down on the grass. Jack had a broad back and as he reached down to unlaced his boots, his jockey shorts creped up over his beltline. He took off his boots along with his socks.
Carl watched the man with the cherubic face and dark green eyes that were alert like an eagle. He tried not to be obvious but somehow he didn't care. Carl wanted to reach out and touch the big man with the round belly as he undressed. Carl felt his dick harden and pressing against his overalls.
Jack unbuttoned his belt and dropped his pants and stood there in his jockey shorts. The sight of Jack standing there made Carl so hot that he squeezed his nipples until they were hard and sensitive.
Jack's rounded buns pressed against his briefs, and the outline had Carl standing at the window playing with his hardened erection. Rivulets of sweat ran down Jack's back as he put his fingers into the waistband and like a stripper slowly slipped them off sensing that Carl was watching.
Carl stared at Jack's beautiful ass and his thick, muscular legs and knew that he wanted this man more then anything. Jack turned and faced the house and Carl gasped when he saw Jack's fleshy chest with large round nipples, his smooth belly and his thick piece of meat. Carl was leaking pre cum and reached into his overalls and felt the thick, sticky liquid and tasted it. It was syrupy.
Jack entered the water and let out a cry, a whoosh sound as the cold water shocked his body. He began to swim with the dogs barking at the water's edge. Jack swam from one end of the pond to the other and then soaped himself and shampooed getting the heat and dirt from the day off. When he was clean, he came out of the water and stood there, water running down his beefy chest, his skin glistening in the fading sun as he toweled his body. He paid particular attention his genital area rubbing the soft cotton against his crotch. Carl watched and thought he was going to cum he was that excited.
Jack walked back to the house with his shirt off and Carl noticed the strong muscular arms and thick body. This was a man who was use to work. He wondered what he did for a living. Jack entered the house.
"You were right. The water did pick me up."
The smell of basil filled the room and Jack saw the salad with fresh garden lettuce, tomatoes and onions on a sideboard.
"Do you always eat this way?" Jack said with a smile in his voice.
"I work this farm by my lonesome and eating well keeps up the energy."
"No wife?" Jack threw it out waiting for Carl to respond.
"No wife. Never been married. Never had the time. My mom and I lived here until she died a few years ago." "Are you married?" He asked Jack.
"Not with a woman. Had a few men lovers but they didn't last long. I'm a long distance hauler and away from home for long stretches of the time. Just didn't work out." Jack looked to see Carl's reaction and how he would react.
The smile on his face told Jack what he wanted to know.
"I was hoping that you might be gay," Carl said. "When you were out there swimming in the pond, I wanted to reach out and touch you. I get lonely and seeing you naked filled me with lust and desire that I haven't known in a long time. I'm gay but haven't been with a man since I went to a state fair and that was over five years ago."
Jack felt his heart go out to Carl who stood there with a wooden spoon in his hand. Jack walked over to Carl wrapped him in his arms and kissed him softly on the lips. It was done with tenderness as his tongue traced the outside of Carl's mouth. Carl moaned and he grabbed Jack and held him tightly, his head against Jack's shoulder. Jack ran his hand through Carl's hair and they stood there in a heated kitchen with two dogs watching as they embraced.
"I think the your onions are burnt to a crisp," Jack said with a laugh in his voice.
Carl quickly shut off the stove and came back to Jack and now kissed him. It was tentative at first, unsure, someone that was inexperienced but eager and Jack responded by placing his tongue gently into Carl's mouth. Jack tasted the sweetness of basil as their tongues touched. Now their kisses were more sensual and passionate. Jack slipped off one of the straps holding Carl's overalls and gently ran his hand over Carl's smooth, fleshy chest. Jack took Carl's nipple into his mouth and began to suck, his tongue and mouth making love to Carl's nipples.
"Oh, sweet mother," Carl moaned as Jack sucked like a calf at his mother's utter on one of Carl's nipples while his thumb and forefinger massaged the other nipple until it was rigid in his fingertips. "I dreamed it would be like this," Carl kissed Jack's head.
"What do you say we go into the bedroom," Jack advised and Carl smiled and Jack kissed him.
They walked up the stairs to the old beamed house and entered a large room with a fireplace. There was a canopied bed and Jack assumed that this was Carl's mother's room that Carl had moved into after she had died. Carl turned on a lamp and admired Jack. Jack reached out and took Carl's hand and led him to the bed. They both undressed and Jack looked at Carl's hard-on. It was stiff and large with a blue vein running down the length of it. He was circumcised with a big, beautiful mushroom head that Jack wanted in his mouth.
"I don't want to disappoint you," Carl said.
Jack placed his mouth over Carl's lips and began to kiss him tasting him. He felt Carl's chest and nipples as his hand moved down to Carl's soft mound. Jack's fingers lingered there feeling the soft, silky hair and then gently touched Carl's throbbing cock. Jack's hands moved around the bulbous head and then down the shaft and back to the head. Quickly he got between Carl's legs that were big and strong and he kissed the inside of Carl's thighs. Carefully, he licked Carl's balls, Jack's tongue moving in small circles as Carl moaned with pleasure. Slowly, Jack made his way toward the bottom of the shaft of Carl's cock. It was thick and Jack licked it moving up the shaft slowly until his tongue tasted the pre cum that was running down Carl's cock like juice from ripe fruit. Carl quivered and Jack knew that Carl would explode if he didn't slow down. This was one randy man who needed and wanted someone in his arms and Jack aimed to please.
"Please don't make me cum," Carl pleaded. "It's been so long and I want it to last."
"And it will." Jack entwined his fingers with Carl and they held each other, the warmth of their bodies as they hugged and kissed each other.
"Thank you Jack," Carl said.
"For what?"
"For being patient, kind and gentle with me for understanding my needs. I live in a world of solitude, just the dogs and me and I try to think what it would be like to have someone share my life. I often think of selling the farm and moving to a place where I might." He kissed Jack with a smoldering kiss and grabbed Jack's organ. "I would move somewhere where being gay wasn't a sin. I just want to be happy and today you have made me very happy."
Jack's tongue moved down Carl's body, his fingers touching the tips of Carl's nipples like a butterfly's wings. He touched other parts of Carl's body, that sent shock waves of excitement through him. When he placed his tongue on Carl's cock, Carl's cock twitched involuntarily. Jack's tongue licked the velvet head and slowly moved his mouth around the head licking at the ridge before moving down the shaft. He did it with slowness as Carl thrashed his ass on the bed. Carl had big watermelon buns and Jack grabbed and squeezed them making Carl cry out in joy. Jack spread Carl's legs apart and lifted them and began to lick at the underside of his balls and perineum.
"Oh sweet mother," Carl cried out as Jack's tongue licked fast and furiously and his fingers moved toward Carl's ass. His fingers lingered at Carl's hole and Jack debated if Carl could handle it.
"I'm going to ease my finger into your ass. If it hurts or you don't want me to do it, I won't. But I know that you will love the feeling."
"Yes, I'm all yours, Carl cried out as Jack wet his fingers and gently pushed on Carl's asshole as he slowly sucked on his dick. He heard Carl moan and then relax as the finger slipped past his sphincter. "Does it hurt? Jack asked with concern.
"No, it feels good. I feel full."
Jack finger moved slowly snaking its way into Carl's ass. Jack sucked on the head of Carl's cock as he finger moved deeper within the recesses of Carl's ass. Jack began to move his finger within Carl and he cried out now with pleasure as Jack finger-fucked him, massaging his prostate as he sucked on his cock. Jack loved sucking and considered himself an expert and knew that Carl was getting ready to unload and Jack wanted to taste his load knowing that this was going to be a big one.
"You're going to make me cum," Carl cried out as Jack sucked away his mouth open to take what he knew would be an explosion.
Jack's finger thrust deep into Carl's ass and he knew Carl was ready when his sphincter clamped down on his finger and he began to moan and then cry out as juice began to fill Jack's mouth. It was like lava running down a mountain as the hot semen spurted out hitting the back of Jack's throat. Jack tasted the ambrosia as it filled his mouth then swallowed it. Carl called out Jack's name as he emptied his load into Jack's mouth. Some of it ran down the side of Jack's mouth that he licked with his fingers like a kid eating melted ice cream running down a sugar cone. When Carl finally went limp, Jack kissed the head of Carl's cock and lay down next to him.
Carl kissed Jack and began to make love to his nipples as he moved down to Jack's belly and felt his smooth chest as he ran his hand back and forth across Jack's belly. He placed his face in the mound of Jack's pubic hair and nuzzled his face in the soft hairs smelling soap. Jack was not big but his dick was thick and Carl wanted it inside of him.
"Would you fuck me?" He said it almost apologetically. "I never had a man inside of me and know that your finger in me felt wonderful." He began to suck Jack's cock that was now stiff and hard.
"Are you sure?"
Carl licked Jack's balls. "I'm sure.
"Do you have protection?"
"Yes." Carl reached into a night table and pulled out a rubber and lubricant. "I used the lubricant to jerk off with."
Jack rubbed the lubricant inside Carl's ass that had been opened by the fingering. Carl was hot and moved on Jack's fingers and Jack rubbed his cock against the crevice of Carl's ass. His cheeks were large and firm and Jack kissed them and Carl moaned. Jack put on the rubber and then made sure the air was out and lubricated it and lay next to Carl.
"If I hurt you let me know. It will hurt when I penetrate you."
Carl was anxious and Jack pushed the head of his cock against Carl's ass and heard Carl grunt. Carl spread his cheeks apart with fingers so they widened and Jack felt his dick slide in. He felt Carl's heavy breathing and Jack didn't move letting Carl get use to his dick inside of him. When Carl rocked back and forth, Jack inched his way in slowly stopping to let Carl get use to his cock that was now straining like a dog at a leash. Carl began to move his ass slowly and Jack was surprised but loved the feeling as they began to move as one.
"Oh, Jack, it feels good with you inside me."
Jack started slowly like a train coming out of the station and began to move faster and Carl cried out as Jack was fucking him, now moving faster and faster. Jack watched as his dick entered and came out of Carl's buns and Carl was waiting for Jack's thrusts lifting his hips and ass to take all of Jack. Sweat poured from both of them as Jack kissed Carl's neck as Carl moaned with pleasure as Jack was taking him. They moved together as if they belonged as one and Carl began to whimper as Jack's thrusts filled him.
"Oh, oh," he whimpered then began to shout as Jack's dick rubbed against his prostate. "I'm going to cum again." He unloaded and Jack felt the spasms as Carl continued to move his ass and squeeze the juice from his cock. Jack was crazy with lust and pumped until he felt himself being released and he cried out, "I'm coming and unloaded a stream of semen into Carl's waiting ass. Jack kept pumping until he was exhausted and pulled out.
"Thank you again, Jack for loving me."
They kissed and then showered together and went down and Carl made the most delicious steak that Jack had ever eaten.
"Look, Carl, I live about an hour from here and if you like we can get together sometime. I know that I would like that. We could spend the weekend together and get to know each other."
"Do you mean it? I would like that a lot. Thank you Jack."
"For what?"
"For making me feel wanted."
"You are. Can I stay the night?"
"Only if we can make love again."
"Jack smiled. "I think that that can be arranged."