The Truck Fuck

Jeremy bumped as his half-truck handled the road pots. The Toyota Tacoma was not bad actually, and it took the punishment quite well, except that all those bumps had given Jeremy a semi-erection. His thoughts drifted to sex, but sadly he had had a dry run for the past couple of weeks. He had broken up with Linda, over a trifle really, but it was coming anyway.

“You have to shave it off,” Linda had demanded.

“Honey,” Jeremy knotted his eyebrows. “What’s wrong with it?”

“First, it scratches when you go down on me,” she complained.

“But that should give you extra pleasure, babe, knowing how sensitive you are down there.”

Linda had glared at him and continued: “Second, the name. I don’t like its name.”

Jeremy couldn’t help but laugh, which had made Linda angrier. “A goatee? You mean you don’t like this because it’s called a goatee? For fuck’s sake, Linda.”

And they broke up because of Jeremy’s refusal to shave off his goatee. Actually, it made him look hot, he thought. He’d been with both females and males and not one of them ever complained about his goatee. It gave his face a masculine look to go with his tall, toned, 28-year-old body. Especially since he topped. It accentuated his square jaw and outlined his full lips.

Jeremy parked in the middle of the dirt road and climbed down from the Tacoma pick-up truck. He walked over to the side and looked down the ridge. There it was. His call had been to check for a trapped deer in bushes. He saw that the poor deer’s antlers had caught on the bushes and it was trying to free itself in vain. It looked as if it was a new-born, small, with thin long legs that kicked dirt, but its strength appeared to be waning.

He got back into the Tacoma and called HQ.

“Yeah, I got it, Steve. But I need some help to get it free. It looks like a baby deer, a fawn. Its antlers are caught in some tough bush.”

“Ok, dude,” Steve said back. “I’ll be there in 15.”

“Bring some extra rope. Looks like we’re gonna need more than what I have.”

“Sure, bro,” Steve signed off.

Steve had had his eyes on Jeremy for some time. They were both rangers, both supposedly straight. Steve had wanted to make a move on sexy Jeremy. He loved Jeremy’s tall, lanky body, in gray shirt, khaki pants (with a bulge), and black boots: the rangers uniform. But on Jeremy, it looked very sexy. He loved the short-cut black hair and the rolled up sleeves, exposing Jeremy’s pronounced biceps. Jeremy exuded masculinity sex. Steve heaved, aching, and loaded some rope into his pick-up.

Jeremy waited for Steve, leaning back on the Tacoma. It looked like it was going to be a tough job getting the kicking baby deer free. But both he and Steve were two young and strong healthy rangers.

Steve arrived and the two young men set to freeing the deer. It took them less than 15 minutes to do so. They stood on the dirt road watching the baby deer scamper away on its stick legs, tired but apparently happy. Jeremy looked at Steve and smiled.

Jeremy liked Steve. Not in a sexual way, but more like a buddy. Steve was wearing the same ranger uniform, and he looked quite fit. Jeremy took a deep breath and leaned back against the Tacoma, coming down from the excitement of setting the fawn free. Steve glanced down Jeremy’s lanky body, his eyes lingering on the bulge. He looked around. There was no one to be seen for miles. Would he dare? He so wanted to grab that bulge, to pull the zipper down, to reach in.

Jeremy noticed. He smiled at Steve, not realizing that Steve’s look was more sensual than just friendly.

Without saying a word, Steve approached, and stood a foot away from Jeremy, gazing into his eyes. He reached and pressed his hand on the bulge inside the khaki pants. Jeremy inhaled, not expecting such a move. Steve was grabbing his dick. He saw his buddy in a different light as Steve moved his hand over the crotch, fondling. Jeremy started to erect.

Slowly, Steve undid Jeremy’s black leather belt, unzipped the pants, and reached in for the erecting cock, fisting it. Jeremy automatically spread his legs, planting his feet solidly on the ground, his gray shirt pulled apart, showing his trail and bush. Steve pulled out the erected cock and breathed heavily, his palm pressing around the thick 8-inch cock out of the white briefs. He stroked the throbbing cock, his eyes moving from the gleaming head to Jeremy’s handsome face. Jeremy kept his eyes down watching his friend jacking him off. A minute, and Jeremy shot his load. Squirts exploded up and over, arching, splashing, covering Steve’s hand with cum. Steve panted as the huge ropes of cum shot out of the cock that he had been aching to see, to touch, to stroke.

“Fucking hot,” Steve exhaled as Jeremy’s cock dribbled the last of his load.

“What the fuck, Steve?” Jeremy said, still arching his back, his dick still hard inside his friend’s grip. “You gay, bro?”

Steve smirked. “I gave you a hand job, Jer. What do you think?”

With a jerk, Jeremy straightened and planted a deep kiss on Steve’s mouth. Steve kept his hand on the hard, slimed cock, and moaned into Jeremy’s lips. Jeremy unbuckled Steve’s pants, pulling them along with the underwear, turned Steve around pushing him against his Tacoma, spreading his legs, and pushed his cum-covered cock up Steve’s hole.

“Fuck,” Steve grunted loud as his hole was invaded. Jeremy buried and started to fuck grabbing Steve’s hips. He pounded with vengeance. He needed this fuck so bad. His thrusts were forceful and his cock plowed Steve’ ass mercilessly. Steve held onto the truck as Jeremy fucked him. When Jeremy exploded, Steve almost passed out. The hard thick cock swelled inside his fuck tunnel and the squirts hit his insides with force.

Jeremy and Steve are boyfriends now.