A Trucker's Toy Ch. 02

Chapter 2

1 week to the day after my starring role in a 4-man blow bang... there was really no other way to describe it, my phone rang. I was heading home from the store in the middle of the afternoon. Rain had been falling but was now gone as the sun broke through the clouds and the skies lightened. I was feeling pretty good. I had been spending quite a bit of time thinking about what happened to me the week before. I was even dreaming about the whole experience.

I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Jim. I had saved him by his name since no one accessed my phone but me. I had been looking forward to, and also apprehensively, a call from one of the men who'd used my mouth. It was no surprise that it was Jim, since he was the one who'd turned me. The others merely capitalized on his success.

I answered on the 3rd ring.

"Hey Cocksucker," He said with no preamble and before I had even said Hello.

"Yes sir," I answered, not having been told to call him that, but feeling like it was right nonetheless.

"Truck stop on I-40 east side of Raleigh. I'll text you the address. Be there in 30 minutes," he directed not bothering to ask if I was even close.

"Yes sir," I repeated and he hung up.

A moment later, my phone vibrated with a text from Jim. It displayed an address and what looked like a screenshot of my face covered in multiple loads of cum. I entered the address into my maps app and turned my car to start moving towards him.

I arrived on time but didn't know where to go from there. I waited patiently in the parking lot before another text came telling me where he was parked. I got out and walked around the back of the building to a lot full of tractor trailers. On the way I passed people coming and going from the gas station and food court inside. Families and individuals just minding their own business. If they noted my passing at all, they surely wouldn't have guessed whey I was there. Truckers came and went from their rigs to the truck stop for food, showers, toilets, and fuel payments. I scanned the lot and found the truck Jim had directed me too.

He sat in the cab and when I saw him he motioned me towards him. His Peterbuilt hat perched on his head and his big arm gesturing out of the window.

I crossed the lot until I was standing at the driver's door.

"Get in," he ordered. I noted he had trimmed his beard since the previous week. Why would I notice that detail?

I climbed into the truck on the passenger side but he had already moved into the sleeper compartment in the back. I crossed the seat and turned towards the small cabin. There was a single neatly made bunk with storage on each side. A small refrigerator and microwave were under the storage shelves on one side and a small TV was on the right. His clothes were folded neatly and his shoes were lined up under the bunk.

Jim was undressing while I took in the space.

"Strip," he said casually.

Without question, I undressed until I was naked and stooping under the low ceiling. As Jim sat on the bunk facing me, I went to my knees which I felt was the right thing to do.

"You did good getting here on time," he praised. "Make sure that continues or..." He trailed off whirling his hand in a gesture but leaving the consequences unspoken. I knew them anyway. My blow bang video would be pasted all over the internet and sent to anyone they chose... including people who knew me.

I sat on my knees in the back of the cab behind the driver's seat between Jim's strong legs. The smell of soap filled my nose. He had just showered. I liked that. He smirked at me and said,

"I couldn't wait to get back through here to get some more of that mouth of yours."

I was strangely proud.

Without further discussion, he leaned back on his bunk and I leaned forward to suck his fat, and still mostly soft but stirring, dick. As I began to close my lips over his fat, meaty head, he pulled his dick back directing me to his balls. I changed direction dipping down and began to I suck and lap at his fat nuts while he stroked his own cock. I sucked one ping-pong ball sized nut into my mouth and tounged it before switching to the other.

"There you go cocksucker. Suck those balls," He half-whispered to me with his eyes still closed.

"We picked the right one. Fuck we are gonna use you up," he warned out seemingly to himself.

Minutes passed with me servicing his balls, intensely focused on earning the moans and groans I was eliciting. I was eagerly awaiting the inevitable command to move up to his pole.

Without warning, he pulled his knees back exposing his freshly showered asshole. Clearly my degradation was to be furthered. He did not direct or command, but simply kept his head back and and his eyes closed. My mouth was strangely watering at the sight of his puckered hairless hole, pulsing but closed as he lazily stroked his dick. He pulled his big ball sack up and I stuck out my tongue, testing the taste and sensation of my first asshole.

As my tongue made contact, he released his balls and the huge sack landed on my nose, one nut falling to the left and the other to the right of my bridge. It was an exhilarating feeling and I could feel his sack rising and falling slightly in time with his stroking. My tongue darted in and out as I began to figure this new thing out. I stabbed at his hole with my tongue for a few moments before flattening it out against his asshole and lapping in long strokes. That hit the right spot as I heard above me,

"Fuuuuuuck... that's it cocksucker" groaned Jim.

I lapped and tongued, pushing deeper into his hole as he stroked above me. His strokes picked up speed and his balls rose and fell quicker while I worked his hole.

"Oh fuck yeah... get that tongue in there," he breathed heavily.

I pushed my tongue in as far as I could and started using it like a tiny cock sawing it in and out of his asshole. I could feel his muscles tightening on my tongue in an attempt to keep it in place. His pulsing asshole clenching my tongue. This was exciting. His stroking picked up speed as did his verbal intonations.

"Yeah, right there. Keep doing that. Don't stop," he directed reaching down to palm the back of my head and holding me in position to keep working. My hands came up and pressed against the underside of his thighs helping to hold them up but giving me more contact with his muscled body.

I kept it up with a pounding heart feeling his balls rising and falling, rising and falling, rising and falling until they rose but didn't fall again and tightened up against his body.

In a quick movement that caught me off guard with my face buried in his asshole, Jim dropped his feet to the floor. My hands fell away and went back to bracing me in my subservient position. He swiftly moved the hand that was holding my head sliding it up to the top and gripping my hair. He dick hand was stroking fast and the one in my hair tightened and pulled my head back slightly as he guided his fat dick into my mouth, and stroked once before bellowing.

"Oh FUCK! Eat this load Cocksucker!" He roared.

His groans were punctuated with rope after rope of hot semen that shot in, pasted my tongue, the roof of my mouth, and the back of my throat.

"Oh GAWD yes! Oh fuck! Oh yeah!" He panted as his closed fist pounded my closed lips on every stroke.

My mouth filled with his semen, flooding it. My cheeks puffed out and my tongue swirled the hot sticky fluid around. It tasted wonderful. My eyes looked up at his face.

He gradually slowed until he released the grip on his cock and sat still, panting, head hung down, cock lodged in my mouth. He relaxed the grip on my hair and slowly popped his cock head out. The deflating pole wet with spit and cum hung down over his sinking balls.

"Swallow cocksucker" he directed.

I did. The salty, savory flavor of his sperm went down easily. His semi-erected dick hung in the space between us and, without being told, I lapped at the underside of the head to gather the remaining cum that had begun to form a drop out of his piss hole.

"Good boy," he crooned.

It made me happy.

2.

After gathering himself for a few minutes, Jim slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before moving past me still on my knees in the back of his truck. He moved himself around to the driver's seat and down to the running board with agility despite his large frame. He stepped down to the ground before raising his voice to me.

"Wait here, I'm gonna grab another quick shower" he said then firmly closing the driver's door.

I was alone with my thoughts.

I had gone from a regular guy getting some head from other regular guys every once in a while when the mood struck me to being at the beck and call of 3 big men.... well 4 really. At a moment's notice I was expected to drop what I was doing and report to one or more of them to be used as a cum dump. Now I had graduated to ass-eater. I could have left. I should have left. Instead I waited obediently for Jim to return. I could still taste his cum, and did I willingly catch the last drop off the tip of his dick before swallowing it? I hadn't even been told to do that.

I was becoming... no, I had become the extreme opposite of where I had started. Instead of using a guy's mouth to get off, I had become the mouth for multiple men to get off while being called names and with no regard for what I wanted. It was exhilarating.

As I waited for Jim to return from the shower, I stood up as much as I could and turned, sat on his bunk, and looked around the cab.

The neat and organized space showed that he liked an orderly truck. Taped to the wall of the cab near the TV were several photos. One showed Jim, smiling, with his arms wrapped around the waist of a smiling woman of about 35. They faced the camera and the wind blew their hair around. It looked like the Grand Canyon behind them. Another photo showed the same woman, the same smile, in a kitchen and showing the camera a pan full of cookies that she had just taken out of the oven. Still another showed the same woman, lying in a big bed with her hair down. She gazed at the camera propped up on her side with a sultry look on her face. The sheet covering her stopped above her pubic bone and her large tits hung slightly at an angle. Her hard nipples were clearly visible. Her left arm laid against her left thigh accentuating the curving space between her thigh and upper torso. She was very beautiful.

There were no other photos. The woman, his wife maybe, would stay a mystery to me. I wondered if she was still around or if she knew Jim had a wild side that he liked to wake up sometimes and use it to dominate people.... men.... like me.

The driver's door opened and I quickly dropped back down to my knees in a submissive position that was becoming more and more comfortable.

3.

Jim climbed back up, stepped around me, and sat back down on his bed. The now stronger smell of soap filled the space as he pulled his t-shirt off again revealing the broad, slightly hairy chest and thick arms.

He placed his hands behind him, leaning on them, and looked down at me.

"Take my shorts off Cocksucker," he ordered.

I reached up and hooked my fingers in the waistband and tugged. Jim raised his ass up off the bunk to allow me to pull the shorts down and away once again exposing his thick cock and low-hanging balls.

Jim spoke, "That was good before. You're going to be doing a lot of that"

I expected that would be the case.

"In fact," he smiled deviously, "Let get you some more practice. Joe won't want it, but Mike is going to get your tongue so far up his ass, you're going to taste his tonsils!"

Laughing at his own joke, Jim spun around and leaned over his bunk in a modified doggy position. He reached back and cupped the back of my head and pulled me into his ass cheeks. My face met the split between them and I pushed forward on my own, tongue out, seeking his hole. My hands came up on their own and spread his cheeks further until I had clear access to press my tongue into him. The warmth of his ass crack and the moistness of the recent shower were textures and sensations I hadn't felt previously. It was so clean.

My cheeks began to wet with my own spit as I lapped, tongued, stabbed, and swirled my tongue in and around his puckered hole.

"There you go! Get in there slut!"

Encouraged, I continued tonguing him, roused by his moans and his hand that continued pushing and rubbing my head up and down his ass crack.

"Awwww yeah. Awwww yeah," he crooned. His voice was slightly muffled as his face rested on his bunk.

My tongue-lashing continued. I had no way of measuring how long but as fatigue started to set in my tongue, Jim seemed to sense this and released my head completely. I backed off slightly, not knowing if he was done, and wanting to be able to dive back in if he commanded it.

"Mmmmmmm. Get used to doing that," Jim said as he pushed himself off the bunk, turned, and sat back down on it.

His hard cock was again inches from my face. I took it in. Standing straight out, his 8 inches bobbed slightly in time with his heart beat. The veins wrapping around it would soon be running along my tongue. The glistening of pre-cum was visible in the eye and I involuntarily licked my lips.

"You like that don't you? We didn't even have to try very hard and now your a cock hound!" He laughed. "Fuck this is too good to be true!"

As he tittered, I wrapped my lips around his head. My tongue swirled around it as far as I could reach. My hand came up to grip him. I could barely connect my thumb and forefinger around his girth. I began to stroke in time with my now bobbing mouth. On each stroke, I twisted my hand around his meat in a coordinated rhythm of sucking and stroking.

He seemed to like this. His next words stunned me and I looked up at him with his dick in my mouth.

"We're gonna start using that ass too," he warned menacingly with a sly smile. "You didn't think we were gonna cum down your throat, make you eat our assholes, and that was it, did you?" More laughter.

I did think that. It never occurred to me that I would be fucked. How far I had come in such a short time.

"We are going to use your holes... holes... whenever we fucking want to." Then, "and I bet pretty soon you'll be begging for it. Mmmmm yeah... just like that."

I continued moving my mouth, tongue, and hand on him. Now, my focus was not only on sucking his huge dick, but thinking about how this monster was going to fit in my soon-to-not-be-virgin-anymore asshole. Saying no never crossed my mind. I knew they would just take it anyway. Why fight it?

After several more minutes of working his meat (there was little to reference time with my head buried between his legs and his cock stretching my jaw), Jim slapped my hand away and gripped the sides of my head. He pushed and held me down his shaft... maybe half of it... until gagging and sputtering, he released me to pop his dick out and cough. I caught my breath briefly before he plunged in again, holding me until I started gagging and sputtering. He released me to pop his dick out and cough again. This cycle repeated with him coaching and berating me at the same time.

"Open your throat more slut!" He warned.

"Now catch your breath," he said holding my head back and leaning down closer to my sputtering face.

"Deep breath cocksucker."

"I want your mouth against my stomach."

"That's it.. Oh yeah... That's it," he praised.

Soon I could feel the hair around the base of his dick brushing my nose. He held me in place for a few seconds before releasing me altogether. I sat back, eyes watering and chest heaving from the effort. I looked up at him expectantly.

"Not bad slut. Not good, but not bad. You'll get there. We'll make sure of it," Jim said.

He reached over to a remote sitting on a shelf next to the bunk and pointed it at the small TV. The screen lit up and showed a curvy brunette with big, swaying tits on her back. One man with a dick the size of Jim's was holding her legs back and was pumping her stretched cunt. Two others flanked her head. She hand both of their cocks in her hands and was alternately stroking one and sucking the other. Several more men lined up around the bed waiting their turn. Her tits showed the remnants of at least one load of cum, maybe more, and her bucking hips, moans, stroking hands, and sucking mouth indicated she wasn't going to tire anytime soon.

Jim set the remote down and leaned back on his hands. Glancing away from the TV briefly and looking down at me, now fully recovered, he said,

"Suck me slow until I cum."

Without thinking, I immediately replied "Yes sir."

I went back down on his thick cock. I rested my hands on his strong thighs and slowly bobbed my mouth on him. I twisted my head and swirled my tongue listening to sounds from Jim to chart my course along his shaft. A moan? Keep doing that. A sigh? Concentrate there. Silence? Move on to something else.

Behind me, the brunette had taken a couple more loads, at least one in her mouth, and my mind drifted back to the first time I met Jim and his friends. A blow bang... that's what they had given me. I had started as an unwilling participant. No longer. I glanced up occasionally at Jim's face which was turned towards the TV. I was just a porn accessory at this point.

Time passed. My mouth was getting tired but I was no less enthusiastic about the head I was giving this big man. The brunette wailed from a pounding and was silenced by a cock in her mouth. Jim's breathing hitched a little. I reached up and began to stroke him in time with my sucking lips.

This seemed to spur him along.

"Oh fuck yeah right there," he sighed once again raising a hand to the top of my head.

I kept the same steady pace and he let me go on without grabbing, pulling, or coaching. I looked up and his face was contorted with pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open slightly. His breath became a moan.

"Oh fuck... keep that... oh yeah.... ughhhhhh!"

I reading myself to stroke his cum into my mouth. Jim had other plans once again gripping my hair and pulling my head back.

"Keep that mouth open slut!" He stroked his dick and within seconds laid the head on my tongue.

"Ughhhh!" he exhaled as his cum shot out into my eager mouth. I kept my tongue pressed flat against the underside of his cock head and the cum shot out in several bursts before becoming a drool. I cupped my tongue to keep it in place as his hand slowed and his grip once again released.

He looked down at me. I must have been a sight. My hair was ruffled, my eyes were moist from the tears generated by the brutal face-fucking I had received earlier. My jaw was hanging down and sore. My tongue was rolled to contain a load of sperm that had just been deposited there.

"Swallow," and I did without hesitation savoring the bittersweet, acrid taste. As it slid down my throat, my mouth opened again and my tongue shot out in anticipation.

Jim, dick in hand, tapped his cock on my outstretched tongue, then my nose, then my forehead. He rested his long cock on my face with his balls against my chin. He pumped his hips making his balls bounce off my chin repeatedly before offering his pole to my mouth again. I leaned forward and he used his pricktip to rub the last cum drop across my lips.

"Keep that there until it dries. I want you marked for the rest of the day."

I shivered internally at the thought.

Jim reached into a small box under one of the shelves. He pulled out a metal butt plug the size of a large egg. He tossed it to me and I caught it feeling it's weight and the cold of the metal. The flared base had a fake blue jewel in it. I had seen plenty of these poking out of women's assholes in porn.

"Start wearing that everyday for an hour starting out. After a few days, make it two hours a day," he instructed.

"Next time one of us calls, make sure you put it in before you arrive. You'll thank us for it later."

4.

Jim was done with me for now. He ordered me to leave his truck not bothering to care if I was naked or not. He pulled his shorts on and his t-shirt back over his head.

"Get out Cocksucker. We'll be in touch," he said without looking at me.

I scrambled over the seat and back down the running board and then the ground. I closed the door of the cab with my clothes bundled into my arms, not caring if anyone saw. I looked around the lot. Most of the truck cabs were empty, but a couple held their drivers who sneered at me in a disgusted way. Another was in the driver's seat with his head back and his eyes closed. He wore a slight smile and I was almost sure I saw a head bobbing up and down in his lap.

I dressed quickly, pocketed the steel butt plug which bulged weirdly in my pocket and made my way back to my car without looking back at Jim's truck. As I drove away from the Truck Stop, I glanced down expectantly at my phone. When would Joe or Mike or Andy call me or would Jim use me again first? What would they make me do? Did I care?

I headed home as the sun set behind me. My sore jaw was a persistent reminder of my humiliation, although I wondered if humiliation was the right word since I was enjoying it. The flaky dried cum on my lips a demonstration that I was obedient to Jim and the others since I hadn't wiped it off. The fading taste of semen was still in my mouth. I imagined making this drive again in the future. Would it be hard to sit? I thought it might be, and a smile touched the corners of my mouth.