South to North, then back down

I was starting to get hungry so I pulled off at the next exit to get something to eat. I found a truck stop that had a neat little diner attached so I pulled in the parking lot (mine becoming the only car in the lot), got out, headed in and was seated quickly by a nice older lady. She brought me a water and I ordered a salad and dry toast. As she stepped away with my order, I noticed several truck drivers at the corner of the diner bar. I’ve been driving since 2AM, which means I left before I could get in my morning jerk so I’d been driving horny all day. Hoping against hope, I scanned the truck drivers – they were what you expected: guys in their fifties, bearded and overweight. Which is fine for some, but not my cup of tea. I turned to my phone and found a motel that was close and decided, after eating, I would stay the night and maybe take a dip in the pool to relax.

The waitress delivered my salad and I must admit, it looked pretty good considering this was a truck stop diner. I drizzled my salad dressing and took a bit. It was horrible! They must have covered the old, wilted lettuce with the fresh stuff to try to trick me or something. I called the waitress over, sent it back and ordered the soup. She was very nice and apologetic as she took the plate of salmonella back to the back.

All this seemed to draw the attention of the truck drivers, as I looked up and saw them watching me. As I watched them, I noticed a face I hadn’t seen prior. A younger guy, probably late twenties or early thirties, black hair, black beard and dark eyes. Our eyes locked, both of us seemingly in shock as all the other truck drivers turned their attention back to their plates but he….he just kept looking at me. I felt like this was going to turn in to a scene reminiscent of the one from the movie Deliverance. But my gaze was broken with the waitress delivered my soup, which looked and tasted quite good!

About half way through my soup, the truckers walked past me, with the younger guy trailing far behind the others. I heard someone say “You’re not from around here, are ya’?”

I looked up to see the younger guy standing there above me, looking slightly intimidating. I swallowed hard, wondering how this was going to turn out.

“What was your first guess?” I asked, somewhat rudely.

“Well, we don’t see many of them here” he said pointing to my BMW. “And you ordered the salad. Never. Order. The salad!” he said with a grin. “I’m Donny” he said sticking his hand out.

“Matthew” I replied, instinctively. “Matt. You can call me Matt.” I shook his hand, wondering how many times that hand has been around his cock.

“Yeah, the guys here don’t know how to make a good salad. Now, if you would have went another ten miles that way” he said pointing “Ben’s Café? They make a killer summer salad with strawberries, pine nuts, avocado….the whole shebang!”

“Thanks. Wish I knew that before. But the soup is good at least” I replied, taking another spoonful in my mouth.

“Where ya’ headed?” he asked.

“Maine”

“Oh that’s a drive from here!” he said. While he was talking I quickly studied his body. He was shorter than me – probably around five foot nine, seemed rather fit for a truck driver – I’d guess about one hundred sixty pound or so with a flat stomach and hairy arms, which made me wonder about what he looked like shirtless. Being a smooth guy I’ve always been in to hairier men. But it was his tight jeans and bulge that caught my attention most.

“Yeah. I might stay the night close by. You know any good places with a pool?” I asked.

He cocked his head and looked up at the ceiling, thinking hard.

“How close does it need to be?” he asked.

“Doesn’t matter” I said.

“The only place I can think of…..” he trailed off.

“I found this place” I interrupted picking up my phone. “Clariton Inn?”

“Yeah yeah. That’s a nice place; didn’t know they had a pool, though. You swim?”

This was getting oddly personal, but my pleading dick seemed to enjoy it. I twisted in my seat trying to eliminate the pain from it crowding the crotch of my pants.

“In college. Now just to unwind and relax. I’ve been driving for a while” as I took another spoonful of soup.

“You know, there’s a Holiday Inn Elite that I’ve stayed when I drove more that that has a hot tub, pool and sauna” he told me.

“Sounds good. I might check it out” I said, not taking my eyes off of him. “You don’t drive anymore?”

“I do, but it’s all local now mostly. Sometimes I go more than a day where I need a lay over” he replied.

Silence fell around us as I took in another spoon full of soup.

“So yeah. If you want to try that place and the hot tub…might be good for your stiffy” he said.

“I’m sorry?” I asked

“Your back. Your stiff back. From driving” he replied nervously.

I laughed to myself, wondering if that was an honest mistake or more purposeful.

“Yeah, I might just do that. Where was it again?”

“Well, if you want I’m heading that way. You could follow me. GPS tends to take you to the wrong entrance – it’s a real pain in the ass” Donny said. “I’m in no hurry. Finish your dinner. I’m in no hurry.”

“No, I’m good” I replied, finishing all the soup I could. I tossed out a twenty on the table to cover the bill and an ample tip. “Lead the way!”

I pulled out behind Donny’s truck. Ironically, it wasn’t a full size semi, but a box truck. Still pretty big though, I thought to myself, admitting I am somewhat of a size queen. We drove for what seemed like a longer time than necessary. As we turned off the highway, I wondered where exactly we were going until I saw his turn signal. I followed him in and parked. He rolled down his window.

“See. I told ya’ was a pain in the ass getting in here. It’s a wonder they do any business” he said with a smile. His dark beard seemed to shine in the setting sunshine.

“Thanks man. I appreciate it.”

“Always good to have a local show a newbie around” he replied.

“Oh, you’re a local?” I asked popping the trunk.

“Yeah. About five miles from here” he said.

“Well,” I started, “If you’re free tonight come on by. I’d love to buy you a drink for the advice. Place looks nice.”

“Oh nice. Yeah. Sure. What time is good?” he asked.

I checked the time on my phone. “Say eight o’clock?”

“See you then. In the lobby?”

“Yes sir!” I replied, dropping my trunk.

“See you then” he said as he pulled away. I watched him glance back at me in his side mirror. I headed in to check in.

Eight o’clock rolled around and I had a drink as I sat in the lobby. Eight ten came and nothing. I assumed it was a blow off and headed back towards the elevator to go to my room.

“Matt!” I heard over my shoulder. I turned around and spotted Danny walking towards me.

“Sorry I’m late. There was an accident. Am I too late for that drink?” he asked.

I pointed to the lounge. “I’ll follow you.” I stepped in behind him, checking out his shockingly firm ass in his tight jeans. His hairy forearms swayed as he walked, causing me to wonder how hairy the firm ass was behind those tight jeans.

At the lounge, we downed a few drinks each, as they were surprisingly cheap. Well, cheap when compared to where I’m from.

“You make it to the sauna yet?” he asked me.

I chuckled trying to swallow a mouth full of alcohol. “Damn. You know, I totally forgot about it!” I honestly admitted. I looked at my phone; almost 10:30PM.

“Probably too late now” he said. “Usually they close those things around nine – ten at the latest” he said.

“The alcohol won’t keep the pain away too long” I told him.

“Well, I have an idea” he said.

“Do tell.”

He looked at me strangely, then became fidgety. “My wife tells me I give a good rub down. I could, if you’re in to it….”

I smiled.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing” I replied regaining some composure lost from the last few drinks. “You were saying?”

“Well…if you’re ok with a stranger’s hands, I could give you a rub down.”

My dick was already growing.

“Let’s go!” I said jumping up, he fell in line behind him. I wonder if he was checking out my ass as I was his earlier. If he was, I made sure I tightened my cheeks. Just in case.

I opened the door and we stepped in.

“Wow. This room is nicer than the ones I’ve stayed in. Did the remodel?”

“No idea” I replied.

“Oh yeah. You wouldn’t know, would ya’?” he said. “So. I guess…” he looked around. “The bed is probably the best option?”

“Do you have any oil or anything?” I asked, becoming ‘less buzzed’ with each passing minute.

“I’ve found, skin on skin contact is the best the way I do it.”

“Man after my own heart” I replied with a smirk.

I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my shirt. I look good enough naked not to worry about being shirtless in at the beach, running, biking or where ever. I turned to the bed.

“You know” he started. “The bed is awful low.” He looked around. “Maybe start off in the chair?”

“For my back?”

“Well, we ‘ll start there” he said.

I complied and plopped in down in the chair. He started his routine. I moaned. He was good!

“Soup” I said.

“What?”

“You’re like the soup. I didn’t expect it to be as good so good” I told him.

“I’m glad I’m as good as the soup” he replied.

“I didn’t say ‘as good as’ the soup” I told him. He squeezed my neck tighter, in a playful way.

“Someone’s strong!” I told him, stroking his ego.

“Yeah, I’ve been told I’d good. At a lot of things” he replied, never letting up as he worked his way down my shoulders.

“Mmm. That’s nice.”

He moved his hands slowly down to my collar bone. I groaned in delight. His hands moved down on to my chest. I leaned my head back and looked up at him. He was sexy in this position of authority. I watched his eyes follow his hands down further.

“This feels nice, Don” I told him.

“I can tell you like it” he whispered.

“How?”

“You’re hard.” I smiled.

“You’re right” I said as I grabbed his hands and moved then down to my flat stomach as I ran my hands up his hairy forearms.

“You have nice arms” I told him.

“I’ve never liked them” he said, as he kneaded my stomach.

“My god why?!? They’re firm, they’re hairy….” I felt my dick stirring even more.

“I wish I was smooth like you” he blurted out.

“I wish I was hairy like you” I replied, engulfed in his soft, hairy forearms. “Just seems so much more manly, having hair.” I admitted.

“I guess we always seem to want what we don’t have” he told me.

‘Then you must want this” I responded, grabbing my cock. He walked around to the front of me and knelt down.

“You read my mind, Mr. BMW” he said.

I leaned up, grabbed his chin by his beard, and pulled him to my lips, kissing him. He was hesitant at first, but soon fell in step with me. His beard was softer than I expected, but it still scratched my face, which I like. Not having enough facial hair to grow a beard, I was always envious of guys with thick, full beards.

He stood up and pulled off his shirt. My. God. His stomach and chest was covered in black hair, but it wasn’t thick like his beard. It was thin, so thin you could see his skin through it, much unlike his beard.

I reached up and ran my hand up from his stomach to his chest, parting the soft black hair like a boat in the calm ocean. I ran my hand up the front of his neck back in to his beard. I was fascinated with its thickness. I reached up with my other hand, gabbing two hand fulls of beard, feeling each strand of hair for a good twenty to thirty seconds. He stood motionless, the only body part moving was his crotch and it plumped periodically.

I removed my hands, smoothing out his now messed up beard, and instantly grabbed his erect nipples. He closed his eyes and groaned as I increased my pressure, eventually pulling them down until the snapped out of my finger tips. I leaned my face in to his chest, burying my face against his skin, rolling my face around in his chest hair. I reached around and grabbed his back. It was firm and smooth. I ran my hands down his back until I met his jeans, then down them to his firm ass. Was it hairy, smooth, in between? I had to know.

I hooked my fingers under his waistline of his jeans, and pulled them to the front, unbuttoning them, they fell to the floor. His boxer briefs seemed to be pointing directly at me, but first things first.

Iran my hands down his hairy legs, then moved back up to his ass, the hair never lessened like it does on some guys. I pushed my fingers up underneath the legs of his underwear and up to that ass. Finally. And yes, it was hairy. Just like I hoped. Hairy and firm. Way firmer than the ass of any truck driver had the right to be.

As I pulled him towards me, the front of his wet boxers pressed against my chest, his hard dick head pressing in to my skin. I sighed enjoying the feeling for a while, but I knew it was time to move to the next stage of the night.

In a flash, I had him naked, his large dark cock looking directly at me. His veiny shaft, thick and above average length, jutted out from a dense bush of black hair. There was so much hair I couldn’t see his balls at first.

I grabbed his trucker cock hard, pointing Bit Don, as I named his cock in my mind, at my lips and looked up at him  through a matt of black hair. Eyes locking, I slowly eased his cock in to my mouth. I licked his head, feeling it continue to swell as it leaked the beginning of his ball juice. It tasted salty. Manly and salty.

I made sure my mouth was locked tightly around his dick and slid it in to my mouth. I watched his eyes close and, by the time I had my face buried in his bush, his eyes were closed enjoying the special treatment I was giving him. I slid off with a slurp, licked my lips, and started sucking like I’ve never sucked before.

In minutes, he was moaning and emptying himself in to my mouth. Warm liquid shot in to my mouth with each squeeze of his internal muscles. He bucked and thrusted like an animal but I never let go of his cock – I’m a pro like that. I swallowed every last drop.

As he tried catching his breath, he pulled away from me, his dick already going soft. He knelt down.

“Give my your load!” he demanded, rubbing his hands through his chest hair.

I stood up, pulled out my cock and jacked a load onto his chest while I held the last few shots of his load in my mouth. My white liquid creamed his black chest hair, soaking it to his skin. I swallowed his last load as my last load landing on his chest. He rubbed my cream through his chest like it was hair gel.

I plopped back down in the chair, my dick still in my hand. He stood up, his dick still partially hard, with one last drop of cum stringing from its head.

“I need a shower” he said, turning and walking to the shower. I watched him firm hairy but walk in to the shower. His ass caused my cock to stop shrinking and start growing again. As the shower started, I jerked off another load on to my own smooth stomach, thinking about the fantasy of his hairy hole sitting on my face.

As the last bit of cum spilled from my cock the second time tonight, the water stopped. I looked around for a towel or something to clean myself off with, but found nothing but tissues. I grabbed a handful and removed my second load from my stomach as he stepped out from the shower.

“Took some scrubbing to get your cum off of me” he said. “I guess I should go.’

I watched him get dressed as I stood there naked.

“Well, have a safe trip” he said opening the door as I pulled up my jeans.

He turned.

“Man, I had a good time. I wish there was more time. I’d love to try to take that cock” he said.

“I’ll be back this way in a couple weeks. If you want give me your number….” He walked over to the desk and wrote something on the pad of paper. He walked back to the door.

“I’ll be here. Text me, stud” he said with a smile, his wet chest hair visible through the top of his stretched out shirt. He smiled.

“Just don’t shave that beard” I told him.

“I won’t”

“Promise?”

“You gonna text me?”

I walked over, grabbed the pad and phone, typed up a message and his send. His phone vibrated.

“Promise” I said.

“See you in a couple weeks?” he asked.

“Absolutley.” I said.

The door closed behind him. I was anxious to get back here in a couple weeks. Then I’d have to show him my other skills