Truck driver like no other

Having absorbed some late afternoon sun, I headed back to my room, towel on my shoulder. The dim light shining through the pulled curtain caught my eye as I walked past room 207. Not that I was looking but it was getting dark and, at least on this side of the motel, it was darker than pool side. This caused the light to stand out more. I walked past, glancing in between the curtains. I took another two steps – that’s how long it took for my brain to register what I’ve just seen – before I stopped. Did I see what I thought I saw? Without turning around, I took two steps back and, looking into the room, I focused. I almost dropped my towel.

Laying in profile, I saw a naked man – maybe 32-33 years old, on the phone, stroking his thick, curved shaft. He had black hair, perfect nose and strong cheek bones, thick, full, black beard and just enough chest and belly hair to reflect the light coming from, what I suspect, was his TV. His entire body looked quite muscular. I stood, slightly bent over, wondering 1) if this was really happening and 2) why haven’t I thought about this ‘curtain peeking’ prior!?!

He was walking on the phone while he stroked. I figured it was a sex phone line, but it could have been his girlfriend/wife. At any rate, his mouth moved in conversation while his hand’s motion never changed. I stood there, amazed and turned on, by what I was seeing for a couple minutes before he disconnected from whomever he was talking to and immediately turn towards the window, looking right at me. I still don’t know what caused this – maybe it was my white towel catching the light from inside? Normally, a person in my position would, at the very least, straighten up and move my face from the window. But, like a spot-lit animal, I froze. Swinging his legs off the side of the bed, he jumped up and ran towards the door, grabbing a towel that was laying next to him. Slow to react (as always) I started to sprint to my room when his door opened.

“Hey!” I heard behind me. I didn’t stop. “Hey!” This time it was accompanied with footsteps. My stomach sank as I turned around, ready to get a fist to my lip. The light on the corner of the roof illuminated me, but he was still on the dark side so I couldn’t see him well, but I could tell it was the guy from the motel room but wearing a towel.

“Hey. What are you doing?” he asked, slowing as he got within arm’s length of me.

“Just going back to my room” I stuttered. I was alone in a state five states away from my own. I had no friends or family locally. I didn’t know where the police station was, not hospital.

“Were you looking in my window?” he barked.

“I- I just walked by… the light caught my eye and I glanced…” I tried to make it sound nonchalant and innocent but wasn’t doing a very good job at it. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I noticed his head go up and down slightly, then he quietly asked, “Did you like what you saw?”

I stood there, towel in my hand, in sandals and swim trunks only, my heart beating so hard I knew he could see it reverberate in my chest. My mind raced trying to think of what to say. Do I deny it and get away? Do I admit it and get punched? Do I say nothing and get stabbed (my mind goes to dark places quicker than most people’s I think)? I took a couple steps back as he advanced. Fortunately, he advanced enough for the corner light to brighten his body. And it was a very good thing!

“I could use some company” he said, his voice seeming to change from annoyed to alluring. “I’m Clint. You are?”

“Danny” I said quietly.

“Well, Danny. I’ve been on the road for a couple of days….” I followed his pointing figure to a tractor trailer parked in the parking lot“…and I could use some… relief?”

I stood there, nothing moving but my beating heart and, now, growing dick. Being twenty two, I was always horny: at work, in the grocery store, at church, in my sleep… so long as my lung were working, I was horny. I attributed the supply of blood being redirected from my brain to my cock as my inability to think quickly on my feet.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked, initially wondering why, but quickly realizing my cock was doing the talking now.

“Nothing major” he said, taking another step towards me, now fully in the light. I could see a defined chest, nice arms and little belly – all covered in hair to varying degrees. His beard, that looked full through the window now looked a lot trimmer. Which was good for me as I was never into lumberjack beards. “You’re pretty cute” he said with a smirk. I wasn’t sure if that was honesty or a ploy, but my cock didn’t care.

“Sure. OK” I said confidently, hiding my concern.

“Good deal man. Good deal” he replied, smiling. “Come with me.” He turned and as he stepped away, I noticed some hair in the small of his muscular back. The few guys I’ve been with have been relatively smooth – twinks you could say. And even though I’ve always wanted to be with a ‘real man’, at school, the prospects have been limited.

I stepped into his motel room – it was pleasantly cool. The TV was on to some local news channel and the bathroom light was on. He stepped around me and closed the curtain the rest of the way. I could smell him and, to my surprise, he smelled great. I was expecting a sweaty, dirty crotch smell from a truck driver. Then again, I’ve not seen many drivers as young as him.

“Don’t need another peeping tom” he said with a smile. “So, what’s a young cutie like yourself doing here?” he asked as he sat on the bed, patting next to him for me to have a seat. I sat next to him, as he asked.

“Just a road trip. Going to the beach. In Florida” I replied.

“Summer break I guess?” he asked as he reached around and rubbed my shoulder. I moaned with delight. Being touched by another man always felt good.

“Something like that”

“That feel ok?” he asked.

“Mmm hmm….” I managed.

“How about this” he said, turning me slightly and massaging both shoulders. “How’s that, Danny” he asked.

“Amazing.”

I then felt something warm and scratchy on my neck. It startled me before I realized it was his bearded mouth kissing my neck. Electricity spasmed through my body. I shuddered.

“You don’t like to be kissed?” he asked.

“I’ve never been kissed by a bearded man before” I admitted.

“Oh, then you’re missing out” he said. Grabbing my head, he turned me around and latched his mouth onto mine. His moustache, thought short, tickled my nose. It sounds unappealing but, in reality, it was smoking hot. His tongue slowly parting my mouth, gently exploring my insides. With a mind of its own, my tongue returned the favor, causing him to groan. Without disconnecting, I turned my body to his, dropping my towel and grabbing a hand full of his hair. It was cottony soft yet thick. Seems it took a bearded man to release my more animalistic side.

I pulled his head back forcefully while almost leaping on to him. He fell back on the bed, my taller body having leverage. I felt his hairy chest and belly on my soft, smooth torso and my mouth continued to explore his. His arms wrapped around me – they felt strong enough to break me. My already hard dick felt like it grew past its normal 7½ inches – almost as if he busted my ‘cock cherry’.

As he was stronger than me, he rolled me over where he was on top of my, leaving his towel unraveled on the bed next to us. I felt his thick piece of manhood press against my thigh – I’m sure he felt mine, too. He pulled away, unexpectedly, standing at the foot of the bed. I watched him, naked and lit from behind by the TV. My eyes focused on his firm and hairy body. He wasn’t what they call a bear, but compared to me, he was hairy. I watched his thick member bounce, as his hairy nuts swung slightly underneath it.

“You’re a good kisser – much more assertive than I expected” he said, wiping his mouth with his hand.

“Is that a good thing?” I asked.

“Wasn’t what I expected, so yeah” he said with a smile. He then dropped to his knees and, grabbing my ankles, pushed my legs up, folding me in half. I wondered how he was going to suck me in that position, as I dropped my head back and prepared. Then I felt something I’ve never felt before. My body convulsed and my toes curled. I inhaled so much my lungs burnt. Something hot and very wet was pushing into my hole, running around its rim. My unexpectedness was replaced a few seconds later when that hot, wet thing penetrated into my hole. I couldn’t breathe. Whatever was happening was causing my heart race faster (if that was possible) and my skin to tingle. I raised my head, looked past my mushroom headed dick as it gushed clear liquid, to see the very top of his hair beneath my sack.

For the next minutes (that seemed like hours) he ate me out for the first time. Not knowing what to expect, or what the feeling was, I wasn’t prepared, and I blasted one of the biggest nuts I’ve ever had on my chest. By the second shot, he noticed what was happened and looked up at the right time to see my third blast hit me in the face. He watched, wide eyed, as the next two blast hit my face, then chin, then chest.

“My my, Danny. I wasn’t expecting that!” he said. “Either that soon or that much volume! That always happen when someone eats your hole?”

“I’ve never had anyone do that before” I replied between breaths.

“Never!? That’s a shame. You have a superlative ass – very eatable” he hissed as he crawled up and sitting on my thighs. I felt his hairy nuts, which seemed bigger now than before, come to rest between my thighs. His arched cock looming larger than life, it’s head covered in his own shiny liquid.

“I was hoping to get some of this action” he said, grabbing my cock and stroking it much like he was doing to his earlier. His look of disappointment turned to satisfaction when he noticed my partially soft cock woke back up, instantly hard after only two strokes.

“Ah to be young!” he said. “Danny, you ever topped a guy?”

“A couple of time” I replied.

He reached down and scooped up some of my substantial natural lube from my stomach, rubbing it on the head of my dick, sending pulses of energy through my body. He rose to his knees, ‘walked’ himself towards my face, his balls grazing my cock. Once past it, he sat back on my pubic bone, his balls scrunching on my on untrimmed pubes. He leaned forward, reached back and grabbed my wet dick. He rose up and back up until my dick head felt his hairy hole. Looking me in the eyes, he smiled and sat down slowly.

I felt his body resist penetration before he forced my head into him. He stopped as his hole squeezed my dick like an anaconda. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and buried me into him. He stopped, removed his hand, smiled, and finished inserting me into him. He looked down at me, and smiled that big, bearded smile as he rose up. I could feel the temperature change of the cold air versus his hot insides hit the skin on my dick. He pushed back swallowing me up again. He ground himself around me, I felt his tight insides. “You gonna’ fuck me, or what?” he asked.

With a natural instinct of a twenty two year old top, I started pounding into him, slowly at first, then fast and hard. I watched as his pecs shook with each slam, then I noticed his dick. It was flopping all over the place, slinging its liquid all over the room. Initially he groaned with a smile. But something in me wanted to make him hurt. I went from domesticated animal to wild, unbridled beast. With everything I hard I forced myself into him. My skin burnt as my blood pressure rose. My breathing increased and sweat poured from my forehead, even in the cool airconditioned room. The look on his face when from smiling to surprised – almost afraid. I clinched and gritted my teeth. I howled as his tight hole loosened up to the, heretofore unknown, force. I felt my cum from earlier starting to run off the side of my body and I knew, somehow, that this isn’t what I wanted. I grabbed him, pull him towards me, and rolled over, putting me on top of him. The act wasn’t graceful, but it was effective.

Having pulled him to me, my boy glue peeled from us as I pulled away from him, using my height and leverage to my advantage. This position seemed to be his favorite as his feet, now placed on each of my shoulders, curled his toes. His eyes rolled back into his skull as he turned his head to the side. He gripped my hips with such force I had bruises on them for days after. I dripped a combination of cum and sweat from my chin and nose on him. He cried and tried to squirm up the bed and away from me, but the more he moved the more I followed him. He made some noises I’ve never heard before. I slowed to catch my breath and noticed his balls, formerly low, were now pulled up into his body – two large hairy bumps on each side of his thick dick. I may not be too experience, but I knew what that meant.

A few more hard thrusts and in no time, he was screaming and his chute squeezing my pole as it pulverized his insides, then blasting his own seed on his hairy belly. It was good timing as I emptied my second round of cream deep into his convulsing hole. Having already came once, I become supersensitive and had to stop, but he continued, his squeezing hole actually pushing my hard cock out of him body, pulling some of my load with it. I whelped like a scalded dog as I fell off to his left, pulling my still pulsing member along with me. What sperm I didn’t leave in him I smeared over his right thigh.

I laid next to him, sweaty and cum covered, my dick still bouncing, but less and less each time. My eyes locked onto the ceiling, wondering how this mundane pool day ended up with some of the best sex I’ve ever had. I heard laughing next to me.

“Fuck man! That was fucking AWESOME!” he said. “Seeing you for the first time” he said between breaths, “I totally didn’t expect you to be like…a fucking animal!”

We both busted out laughing.

“I guess I should go; I have to get up early in the morning” I said.

“ok. You’ll have to let yourself out. I don’t think I can stand up.”

I stood up, on weak legs, pulled up my short, grabbed my sandals and towel. “Well, thanks man. That was intense.”

“Daniel. I don’t think I’ll ever forget you my man!” he said.

“Same here” I replied. I walked out the door and headed to my room. I was exhausted but in a good way. From that day forward, I knew I was a man. I knew what I liked, what I wanted and what I was capable of. All of the men I’ve been with since then have Clint to thank. Thank you, Clint, wherever you are.