Trucker - Conclusion
by Mark James

About an hour down the highway I started wondering what it would be like to fuck his ass. Just the sight of his long, lean muscular body naked would give me a hard on. He had such a cute muscular ass and I would love to rim him and then slowly slide my dick in his ass as he moaned and asked for me to ‘fuck his ass.” I had to reach down and adjust my package because my imaginings had caused me to get an erection. Now I had a long bulge in my pants.

I wasn’t paying attention and the rig swerved. I had to pull it back hard to get it back under control. Brett woke up.

“What’s going on, John? What happened?” he asked, alarmed.

“I just lost my concentration and the rig swerved. It’s OK. Sorry I woke you up."

My hard-on hadn’t gone away, so I had to reach down and adjust my cock again.

He looked at my crotch and smiled. “Yeah, I see why you lost your concentration,” and then smiled that goddamn smile of his at me again.

I melted inside.

He leaned over and slid his hand between my legs and stroked the bulge in my pants.

“You want me to do something about that? We wouldn’t want you to loose your concentration again.”

“Fuck, yeah.”

He unbuttoned my shirt, undid my pants and freed my cock. After a little fancy butt-shuffling I worked my jeans down to mid thigh and my cock was ready for servicing.

He leaned over, laid his head on my stomach and stroked my cock with his hand while he licked the pre-cum off the head with the tip of his tongue. That was really erotic. After awhile he lowered his head and sucked up and down on the head of my cock.

“Oh Jesus Christ, Brett.”

“You like that?”

“Fucking, yes, man.”

He went down and enveloped the whole length of my shaft in his mouth and started a slow up and down deep throat action.

He took my balls in his hand and fondled them. I wiggled on the seat. My dick and my balls felt really good. I could feel the juices flowing up from my balls through my cock. I bucked my hips as much as I could, considering the position I was in.

“Oh Shit.”

Brett let go of my cock, turned his head and started kissing my stomach.

“Why did you stop? I was about to come.”

“You will,” he said as he worked his lips up to my chest and sucked on my nipples.

He worked his way back down my stomach and continued his deep throat action on my cock. He did this routine three more times. I was gasping, twitching and wiggling.

“Brett, please finish it or I'm going to have a wreck – or be one.”

So next time I got close he just kept on sucking on my cock until finally I yelled, “Fuck” and let loose my load. He let my cum slide out of his mouth and over my cock and then went down on me and captured it all again. He sucked on me until my cock withered down to nothing and then sat up in his seat.

“Jesus, man thanks," I gasped, concentrating on the road once more – or trying to.

Brett had undone his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles. He was jacking on his cock.

“Fuck guy, don’t waste that! Wait a few minutes!”

I pulled off at the next exit and found a wide spot on the side of the road. I was on his cock in an instant. We were too exposed for finesse. I fondled his balls as I went up and down on his cock.

He bucked his hips up and down and met me halfway with each stroke. I felt his legs muscles tense and his ball sac shrink up. I increased the pressure of my lips on his shaft and sucked more rapidly. The next time I deep-throated his cock my throat was filled with cum. He pushed down on the back oh my head and rammed his cock down my throat as far as he could get it as he continued to come.

He stayed harder longer than I had but I kept sucking his cock until finally I felt it soften before I sat up, started up, drove off and found my way back to the interstate.

He had pulled up his jeans and refastened them. He smiled at me and I smiled back.

Traffic got fierce and I had to concentrate on driving. Brett dozed again.

Around six in the evening, I pulled into a truck stop for the night. I got settled in the right place, got the air-conditioning and power hooked up for the unit and the living quarters module, and we got out and stretched.

“I’ve got to go to the office and open my account," I told him. "We can clean up and go to dinner. You know where the shower is, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

When I got back, he was just drying off.

God, damn, he was beautiful. I could feel my cock getting hard. I stripped and went to the shower. When I came out he was sitting on the edge of the bed, still naked. I was still drying off but I could feel my dick growing as I looked at him.

“I thought you would be dressed so we could go to dinner.”

“Your cock doesn’t look like it wants to go to dinner.” he observed.

I sat down next to him.

“My cock doesn’t determine what I do. Well, not much anyway. I know you felt that you owed me something for the ride, but you don’t have to keep having sex with me. I’m not going to leave you beside the road.”

“Do you like to cuddle?”

“I’ve never done much of that. But I would love to cuddle with you. Is that what you want to do?

He laid his head against my shoulder and said, “Yeah, I’d like that. Can I finish drying you off?" He laughed and said, “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. We can worry about getting you off later.”

I stood up and he dried me off. It didn’t matter that I was already almost dry. When he was finished with his highly sensual towel massage and I had done the same for him, both of us had extremely hard erections and were leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.

“Fuck, Brett, I though cuddling was supposed to be non-sexual. Look at us; we're both about to shoot our loads just from touch.”

“Yeah, wasn’t that fun?” he said and smiled at me.

I couldn’t resist. I leaned toward him and he met me half way and we were in a torrid French kiss. He wrapped his arms around me, then jumped up and wrapped his legs around me as we passionately kissed. We fell backward on the bed. He ended up straddling me with my erect poking in the crack of his ass. Again I couldn’t resist, I bucked my hips up and down and my cock slid up and down the crack of his ass. We never broke the kiss until we came up for air five minutes later. He reached back and stroked my cock.

“Oh shit, if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.”

“You want to fuck me, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but I get the feeling you don’t want to.”

“We’ll see,” he said as the turned around, assumed a 69 position, took my cock in his mouth and sucked on it. I pulled his cock in my mouth and he moved his hips back and forth fucking me in the mouth as he sucked my dick.

I had my chance to caress his body and took it, letting my hands roam over his body and I loved the feel of his silky male skin and the play of his muscles working as he brought us both to orgasm. You would think we could last a little longer but we had excited each other so much that we were primed to blow our loads and we did without much effort on anybody’s part.

After we both finished coming, Brett, reversed position, lay beside me with his head on my chest and caressed me.

I caressed his back and ass and said, “Weren’t we supposed to cuddle first and have sex later.”

‘Yeah, I know, nobody’s perfect.”

We did cuddle then. We explored each other’s body with our hands and lips.

After a while, we both said, almost simultaneously, “I’ve gotta pee.” That set us off laughing for a few minutes before we went back to the shower to clean up. Then we went to dinner.

I had grown to really like this young man. We were already doing things in sync right down to having to pee at the same time. I already knew that we were going to be seeing a lot more of each other – even after we reached Houston!