Pig in Palm Springs

The next hour or so was pretty uneventful, not much traffic until I was just a few exits away from mine. As the cars around me started slowing down and I matched their pace I noticed an 18 wheeler next to me. It stayed on my passenger side more or less but I paid no attention to it until all cars came to a complete stop.

I slide the gear into park for a minute and stretch as much as I can in the confines of my wrangler. I turn the air off. Before putting the windows down I get a heady smell crawling into my nostrils. I hadn’t noticed it much while driving but fuck, I was really smelling great. Between the 3 loads of strangers cum, my own sweat building, the piss dried into the crotch of my shorts and the musk from the guy I just gave a practical tongue bath to in that dank bathroom.

“Raunchy” I say to myself with a laugh.

I grab a cigarette, another vacation only treat and open all the windows. As I exhale a thick cloud of smoke I notice the cab of the 18 wheeler is lined up with me. I look up towards the window and notice the driver staring at me. It’s hard to make out any other features from the glare of sun off the window and the shadows inside but I can tell he has a cowboy hat on. I look ahead, not thinking much of it when I hear a deep voice calling out.

“Hey you!” I turn and it’s the driver, leaning out of his open window waving at me. “You left too soon!”

“Huh?” I ask, puzzled, turning the music down.

“You left too soon!” I look at him quizzically for a moment then realize, He must have seen me leaving the rest stop.

“Damn cashier took too long and you burst out of the can so fast you almost damn near knocked me over.”

“Sorry” I laugh “Had to get back on the road.” I yell back, knowing it was only a half truth.

“I think you should make some time.” He says back sternly, not with malice, but with authority.

I unbuckle my seat belt and lean over the console to look up at him. He’s probably in his early 50s, tan skin, gray hair on the sides of his head capped with his big stetson. His skin was weathered around his bright blue eyes, with a clean shaven face. All in all he was pretty handsome… the hat, deep voice with a southern drawl and the fact that he was driving a big rig definitely peaked my interest

“I don’t know…” I hear my mouth say, betraying my solid cock.

“Come on…”

After a moment of an impromptu staring contest, he opens his door. It flings open and my jaw drops. He’s wearing a denim shirt, half unbuttoned with the sleeves cut off showing off his round shoulders and bulging biceps. He’s got jeans on and construction boots but what really causes awe is the giant uncut cock arched towards his chest. His hand has a strong grip of the base as he waves it at me.

I take a deep breath and lick my lips. I’m a sucker (literally and figuratively) for uncut dick. (I blame my 2 years living in London.)

“Well?” his hand starts sliding up and down.

“I…” I have absolutely no idea how to respond… I can only watch his hand go up and down.

“Maybe this will convince you…” he says as his hand grips the base and a spirt of piss sprays out towards his chest. He starts waving his cock around with spurts of piss dancing around, landing all over his shirt, jeans, steering wheel and seat.

“Oh fuck” I hear myself groan out.

My desire and horniness betrays any sensibility I had. I hear him chuckle. He angles towards me, his hips pushed forward practically hanging out of the doorway and as he humps forward, a splatter of piss lands on my door and just inside the open window.

I look down at it, then back up at him. He’s smiling widely.

“Follow me!” he yells before reaching out to swing the door closed.

It’s then that I realize traffic was slowly starting to inch forward. I chuck my cigarette and shift into drive making my way behind his rig. I’m clutching the steering wheel to prevent myself from whipping my rigid dripping dick out and blasting a load all over my car. Traffic is moving quickly and as we get closer to my exit, I start to feel a bit anxious… How far am I willing to go out of my way for this? I mean I did have an entire weekend of freedom to be as much of a slut as I wanted. I could just take it and he would be ahead of me with no way or real risk of ever seeing him again.

Seems like fate made the decision as he pulls off the exit I had to. I continue to follow, my nerves building as we pull down a deserted weigh station. I watch him pull off towards the far end and decide to pull up next to him, shielding my car with his truck. Turning the car off I take a deep breath and reach up towards the big rig.

I watch my shaking hand reach up to the door handle and find it already unlatched. I climb up and in. It’s warm and reeks of sweat, cum and piss. My favorite.

“Hello?” I call out, seeing both passenger and driver seats empty. Nothing but his jeans, a pair of tattered stained briefs and some food wrappers strewn about the floor,

A curtain I didn’t notice behind the seats slides open and there he is, leaning against the back wall of the cab sitting on the small bed. I had read stories but never actually understood how these truckers had space to do all the things I read about.

That thought quickly left my mind as I take in the sight before me, legs spread and bent, naked except for his hat, unbuttoned piss splattered shirt and boots. He’s slimmer and taller than I thought he’d be, his chest is round and his tan fades midway. His taught stomach is pale, as are his thighs and legs, a stark contrast to the deep tan on his arms and face. He’s mostly smooth but has a thick wiry bush peppered with grays. The long pubes swirl around the base of his cock and low hanging heavy nut sack. This is the stuff that porn is made of.

“Come on boy, take care of Daddy.” He’s got a giant smile.

“I don’t have a lot of time” I say hesitantly as I slowly maneuver towards him.

He grabs my arm and pulls me into a headlock, burying my face in his damp ripe pit. His stink is strong in the best way. Unwashed man pit, sweat and even some piss. “Fuck” I sigh breathing him in, unable to move from his hold.

“Don’t worry, Daddy’ll be sweet to ya. Got to make time on my delivery, so you better get to work.“

He loosens his grip and pushes me down towards the half covered pink slimy head. I lap up the dribble of precum from it and get a taste of his salty skin. I was nervous this guy might be too raunchy for me but luckily it's just enough without any cheesy stink. I slide my tongue under his foreskin and swirl it around slowly sucking more of his monster into my mouth.

“You like Daddy’s cock boy?”

“Yes sir” I moan around the cock slowly about to choke me.

“Yeah, I knew you would. Seeing you walk out with cum dripping from those pretty lips made Daddy so hard. But seeing your tshirt and big wet spot in your shorts made Daddy drip.”

“I’m glad you noticed sir.” I say slipping off his sweaty cock, smiling up at him before planting my face into his heavy slick nutsack. Lapping all the sweat and piss off them. His smell is driving me wild and with every lick and suck of his wet sack I can tell today wasn’t the first time he let his piss fly while wearing his jeans.

“Yeah, lick daddys sweaty nuts baby” I can feel him flex his groin and I feel a splash of hot wet liquid on my head, neck and back. Fuck this is hot. I suck both into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them as much as I can.

“Now lick up Daddy’s sweaty cock and swallow as much as you want.”

“Yes sir.” I pant, letting his big nuts fall out of my mouth

To be honest, I have no idea whether he meant his piss or his shaft but either way my tongue is heading north, licking up the sweat and piss until I reach the head. I get my answer when his big hands start to press the back of my head down.

“Yeah boy, use Daddy’s big cock.”

I keep working my way down, swallowing as much as I can. Inhaling the funky smells as I breathe through my nose. I pull off for a second, smile at him and try again, taking him deeper. My throat flexing around his rigid shaft while he plays with my hair.

“Such a good piggy” I keep working, swallowing, sucking, doing my best not to choke.

At this angle plus his upward curve I can only get so far but I feel his fist pumping the base of his shaft to meet my lips as his other hand holds my head in place. I reach for his slimy sack and start pulling on them, making him let out a deep groan.

I feel him wrap his long strong legs around my head and in an awkward motion we roll over. His cock slips out of my mouth and he stands. He grabs me and tosses me around so I’m laying on the bed, my head hanging off the side. I’m staring up at his taint and heavy nuts. He crouches lower and sweat drips on me till his nuts find their way back in my eager mouth. I feel him stroking and feel splatters of hot piss spray across my body. Splashing my legs, crotch, chest with his hot liquid gold.

He stands up slightly and splashes my face and open mouth. I have a split second to swallow with my mouth open before he slides his huge member down my throat. I do my best to take it down, working my throat muscles around his fat shlong. I can barely breath but I continue, swallowing his shaft as he mounts my face and pumps in and out. He’s groaning and moaning as his sweat is pouring down on me. His huge balls slapping my forehead. Fuck this is so hot. I go to grab my cock but he swats my hand away.

“Baby pig want Daddy’s load?”

I can only moan with his fat rod lodged down my throat.

He pulls out spins around and straddles my chest, sliding his foreskin back and forth aimed at my open mouth. Spurt after spurt fills my mouth, he changes aim as his deep guttural groans fill the cab and his unwaning orgasm produces another 9 volleys of cum all over my face.

“Such a good boy”

I swallow the mouth full of his seed, it's delicious and sweet. I stick my tongue out and lick the last drop from his piss slit. He slaps my face firmly but not hard enough to hurt.

“Alright, time to go pig.”

“Thank you sir.” I reply, it came so naturally. I spin myself around and stand up slowly feeling a bit lightheaded. I reach up to wipe my face and he slaps my hand again.

“Let that dry just as it is piggy.” I can’t help but give him a giant knowing smile.

“Here.” he slips a piece of crumpled up paper in my back pocket as he gently pushes me out of his truck “I’ll be driving back through on Saturday morning.” A final swat on my ass and he shuts the door behind me.

Somewhat delirious I start walking back to my car, wiping my eyes before sliding my sunglasses back on.

“Hey pig!” I turn back as he throws the tattered, damp pair of briefs at me.

I catch them and make a grand gesture of taking a big whiff and grabbing my crotch. I can hear him hooting. I shove them in my pocket and deciding it's time to put the roof down, I unhook it, slide it back and take a seat. I can feel my face dripping in saliva, sweat, piss and the huge load of trucker cum.

I pull out my phone and the paper from my back pocket. I open the selfie camera take a quick shot of my face from my cheeks down, dripping and slimy and send him the picture with “Thank you sir.” below it. It is then that I notice the notifications piled on my phone, texts, emails, grindr, scruff, recon… all a buzz. As tempted as I am to go through them all I know I’m so close to my destination. I pull up the GPS. 20 minutes left!

With my music turned up, windows and top down I peel out onto the road, leaving Trucker daddy’s rig in a cloud of dust behind me and cruise along to my home for the next few days.

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