Sleeper Love

 The chat lines are full of them: white boys hungry for Mandingo dick. What? Never heard it put so blunt before? Let’s just call it what it is, huh? Buddy the Big Black Burly Truck Driver doesn’t mind. He knows firsthand that driving cross-country throughout the lower forty-eight states all alone can leave a man dripping with pure testosterone awfully horny. He is blessed to be hung like a work mule. He knows what he’s got and he know how to fucking use it! He isn’t in the business to be anybody’s black man fantasy so much as he’s always looking to get his dick milked by some tight hole he can stretch well beyond oblivion. If it happens to be one in the same, so be it. He ain’t complaining. As long as he gets his middle leg well taken care of, so be it. Who gives a shit? He can’t be mad. Like them, he’s got preferences of his own too. But the black boys and the brown boys are harder to come by on the line. There are even fewer than that nearby whenever he needs one to grab ahold of their ankles. Fewer than that can sneak away without being missed, those fortunate enough to be mobile without baby momma drama. So he doesn’t player hate or discriminate.

It isn’t even insulting or uncommon when he hears a corny white boy say, “I’ve never been with a black man before.”

Bubby the Big Black Burly Truck Driver doesn’t care one bit. He knows that it is just part of the M.O., just like when he says he is big and black, it must be backed up by a dick worthy of its own freak show to be savored and remembered for years to come: blue black and uncut; beer-can thick and ruled long with a flared mushroom head bolted to the tip and big low-hanging balls that sag like an old pair of crumpled titties.

It is a part of the grand old dance. That is unless they admit to being a bona fide black-cum whore right out the gate. It isn’t like it matters either way. It isn’t like this is about preferences or want. It is purely about need, the need to get his load off! The white boys flood the line and know their way to the truck stop. They are hungry for dick—the bigger the better—down the throat and up the poop chute. They are turned on by the taboo of black skin. To be with a black man is exotic and new, sometimes daring and risky, given the awful stuff of violence and rape seen in the news.

“That would be hot,” a baited white boy beams, giving a detailed account of his deepest darkest desires. “I want you to slap the shit out of me if I can’t take it like a good pussy boy bitch!”

“Right across the face, sweetheart,” Bubby grins, groping himself, “just comes through with those panties on like you said.”

Bubby gives him the locale where he parks his eighteen-wheeler and specific instructions as to exactly where they are to meet.

The white boy shows up ten minutes early. Bubby knows he is right off the bat. Even without the description, Bubby sees that his eyes are on the prowl and his mouth a drooling mess anxious for the first black man to cross his path.

As the white boy peeks around the corner scoping out another black man who happens to be there, Bubby is right behind him, covering his sweet mouth and body with his large mitts and pressing his hard denim-encased dick alongside his back.

Bubby tells the boy to be quiet. He is just going to take him over to the side of his truck to look him over. The boy obliges nodding, clearly flushed with excitement and fear.

The white boy looks to be a freshman still in his dick-riding school, eager to start his career in the dick-riding rodeo. After some confirmation, Bubby discovers he has twenty years on the boy.

 

He is legal, but still. He’s just a babe next to Big Bubby.

Bubby was a full-grown man, thirty-nine years old, about to lead this fresh-faced skater punk to slaughter.

 

He was playing on the line. A man got needs. Oh well, the punk got to learn some time!

Bubby looks down at the pink lace sticking out of the top of his pants.

 

He’s definitely freaked. At least he isn’t a virgin.

Bubby gets a feel of where his head is at by dry-humping the boy against the side of his sleeper. He listens to everything, his breathing and his tone, casually whispering in his ear. He takes it a step further by reaching under his shirt and copping a tweak at his nipples.

 

This boy is hot and popping like a firecracker!

Bubby pulls off, tossing him like a rag doll to the side. He climbs up into his truck and undoes his pants. He wants to give the boy fair warning of what he is signing up for. The boy gulps and gasps and thanks the starry skies above for coming prelubed.

“Open up, bitch,” Bubby tells him, sitting on the edge of his sleeper bed.

The boy coyly opens his mouth and swallows eagerly, displaying his very talented skills. Up and down, in and out, Bubby is gripping the side of his face and pushing him down on his lap. The boy isn’t anywhere near gagging on his big dick, turning Bubby on tenfold.

“Oh, damn, a sweet pretty mouth!” Bubby groans, ready to shoot.

“Don’t shoot in my mouth, please!”

“You’re right. Flip that bitch-ass on over!”

Bubby positions him on all fours, facing the wall. His dick is glistening with spit, and he’s pulling down the thong just below the boy’s cheeks, teasing the elusive crack with his big pipe. He parts it open, eyeballing the juicy pink center, teasing it even further.

The white boy moans earnestly, warning him to go slow. He never had someone so big before. He has never done it with a trucker or in a truck before, so he doesn’t know how thick the walls are to muffle his screams. Bubby loves being the first on so many fronts, knowing that as the white boy’s first black man, every man hereafter would have to be compared to him in the unusual confines of his cramped sleeper.

Bubby guides his dick into the hole with these thoughts, feeling the slimy ass muscle spasm around him. Bubby grabs at the boy’s waist, pushing in and pulling out, probing his tender prostate at the same time.

The boy wails and moans as the thrusting becomes harder and longer, faster, and violent.

“Let me dig up in this bitch,” Bubby pants, slapping him hard on his sweat-slick ass.

His excitement grows painfully relentless. Bubby needs this, and the boy knows he is only meant to be used. He is gripping him from all over, holding him steadfast to the hilt as grows bigger inside of him.

“Oh, shit,” Bubby screams, with his balls nestled against his ass kicking out warm white milk into a warm white ass.