The Big Man at the Truck Stop

"Hey there, what can I getcha?"

I looked up at the woman in the blue uniform and smiled. I had been on the road for 9 hours, and still had another 500 miles to go for this particular delivery.

"Coffee and scrambled eggs, thanks," I replied, handing her my menu.

Being a long haul trucker wasn't too bad. The hours were long and the work could be exhausting, but I got to drive across the country coast to coast and see all sorts of beautiful sights. Not even to mention all the interesting people you meet along the way!

About 10 minutes later she returned with my food and coffee, and I tucked in for some good food. Truck stop diners were a great place to fill your belly and it was always nice to get a hot shower and get some much needed rest. My hair was still a bit damp from the shower I had recently taken, but it was nice to be clean again.

As I was finishing up I happened to glance at the booth across the room. There was a man sitting there, also alone. I eyed him up from behind my cup of coffee. He was a big bear of a man, built like a Mack truck. He was bald with a beard, and was wearing a t-shirt, jeans, a belt with a big buckle, and black boots.

When I glanced back up I saw he was looking back at me, a curious grin on his face. I felt my face get hot a bit at being caught, but I returned the smile.

The waitress came back and I paid and tipped her well. Then I stood up and walked towards the door, shooting a quick look at the man as I passed him. I hoped he understood what I meant.

I walked across the lot to my truck and grabbed a small bag from the cab before walking around the back to check on my load in the trailer. The heavy door swung open and I climbed up to make sure everything was secure. Usually I didn't spend too much time doing this, but today I took my time, my ear listening carefully.

Just then I heard two sharp knocks on the back of the truck, and I looked up to find the man standing there, looking in. I smiled, walking over to grab his hand and help him up into the trailer. He pulled the door almost all the way closed behind him and walked over to me.

"Seems like you needed some help with something, eh?" His deep voice filled the trailer around me. I could feel my dick starting to get hard in my jeans, knowing exactly where we were headed.

"Maybe," I replied. "Depends on if you've got what I need."

He grinned, and I heard the unmistakeable sound of him unbuckling that big belt buckle. I could just make his body out in the dim light of the trailer. I took the invitation and dropped to my knees in front of him.

I grabbed at his crotch and felt that his dick was hard through his pants. I reached forwards and unbuttoned his jeans, and then zipped down his fly. I pulled his underwear down and forwards just enough to let his dick spring free. It hit my face a bit in the process, and I felt a jolt in my own dick at that.

I wrapped my hand around it. It was about average length, and nice and thick. Nothing too crazy, but I knew it would be fun to play with. I bent it upwards and gave the underside of his head a lick.

The man let out a soft grunt, clearly needing this badly. I felt his big hand rest gently on the back of my head. I gave him a couple more licks, before finally wrapping my lips around his fat head. The taste of his salty precum hit my tongue, and I felt my dick get rock hard. I slid his dick about an inch or so into my mouth, while I reached down with my other hand and unbuttoned my own pants, freeing my erection. As I bobbed my head, slowly pushing further with every stroke, I started stroking myself to the same rhythm.

Before long I had sunk my head all the way down to his base, and I buried my face in his thick bush. I breathed deeply through my nose, his heavy, masculine scent flooding my senses. I let out a moan at this, and he grunted again at the stimulation. I grabbed his hairy balls and began fondling them with my other hand, as I started really sucking him off in earnest.

Only a couple minutes had gone by when I felt his balls start to pull up towards his shaft. I picked up speed, knowing he was about to blow. With a large grunt he burst, his hot, salty cum pouring into the back of my throat. I made extra sure to swallow every single drop and clean him off extra well.

I stood up, but before I could say anything he grabbed me gently and pushed me up against the wall. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I pushed mine back into his. We made out roughly, the hunger of a truck stop fuck clear between us.

Suddenly he turned me around and faced me towards a pallet of crates that was about waist high. He pushed me against it and pressed his body up against my backside. I let out a little moan at this, and he let out a low chuckle into my ear.

"Think you can handle more?" His beard tickled my ear gently.

Instead of answering I just ground my hips back against his dick. He put one big hand on my back and bent me over the crates. He grabbed the sides of my pants and yanked down my jeans and boxers with one good tug, pulling them down to my knees. I felt his dick slide between my cheeks.

I heard him spit a couple times, and then felt a thick, rough finger pressing against my hole. He was rubbing his saliva around, lubricating me the best he could.

"Wait," I said, feeling him freeze at the word. "The bag over there."

I heard him walk away a few steps, leaving me bent over and exposed. There was something really hot about being left like that, and my dick throbbed a bit harder. I heard a few squirting sounds and smiled, knowing he had found my lube.

Then I felt him grab my ass with one hand, and felt his fat, squishy head press against my entrance. I pushed back towards him, relaxing as best I could. I felt his head slide in with a soft pop, and let out a low moan.

It took about a minute of slowly working his dick in little by little, but finally I felt his hairy body push against by backside as he bottomed out inside me. The thickness of his dick made me feel nice and full, and his thick hair rubbed my ass and lower back.

I felt him pull back slowly, until just his head was in me. I expected a slow push but instead he slammed into me. I let out a sharp moan, caught by surprise and a jolt of pleasure. Before I could react he had grabbed both my hips and started fucking me as hard as he could, his balls slapping mine with every thrust.

It took everything in me not to moan loudly in that moment. We had relative privacy in here, but I couldn't exactly start yelling in a busy truck stop parking lot. Instead I put my mouth in the crook of my elbow and let out muffled moans and grunts into it.

His dick was thick and plump, pushing so nicely against my prostate with every thrust. He growled a bit as he kept plowing me, and that pushed me even closer to the edge. I felt the all too familiar sensation start building in my core, and a few moments later I felt the bubble burst, my orgasm cresting over my brain and my dick blowing my load wildly as he continued to roughly fuck me. I moaned into my elbow, trying to be as quiet as possible but not having much control over my volume.

Suddenly he slammed into me as deep as he could and let out a big grunt, and I felt his dick pour his hot cum deep inside my ass. Shot after hot, thick shot poured out of him, filling me up. We both lay there panting for a minute, the air thick with sweat and sex. My mind was still swirling from my orgasm, and I was content to just lay there and luxuriate in it.

I felt his dick slide out of me, and I just laid there, bent over the crates as I heard him pull up his pants and buckle his belt back up. I was still breathing deeply, trying to catch my breath.

He reached over and placed a business card next to my face. "Call me next time you're in town," he said gently into my ear, before walking to the back of the trailer and hopping out.

I finally let myself slide to the floor of the trailer, sitting on the cold wood with my pants still around my knees and his cum leaking out of my ass onto the floor, where it mixed with my own cum.

Eventually I came to my senses and after cleaning myself and my trailer up, I got ready to hit the road again. I slid his card into the mirror flap above my head, and smiled as I pulled back onto the highway. I knew this truck stop was going to be a favourite of mine from now on.