Trucker Bear

I was driving down the highway, coming home from an out of town meeting. When I pass an 18 wheeler, I have a habit of craning my neck, to catch a peek of the man piloting that big rig down the road. Sometimes, it turns out to be a woman, or a scrawny looking kid. Other times, I’m rewarded by the sight of a beefy forearm gripping the wheel, or a strong jawline of a ruggedly handsome man.

On this day, I was rewarded with both. It was about 45 degrees out, so most truckers had light jackets on, but this stud was wearing a short sleeved high-vis green tshirt. His powerful arms were covered in the thickest growth of brown fur. It was a literal forest, backlit by the sunset shining through the passenger window, almost an inch of pure manly adornment. My heart skipped a beat, and I slowed down to linger a moment, taking it in. He looked like a cowboy from an old western. Chiseled features, broad shoulders, etc. I figured that if his arms were that furry, his chest was probably a bearskin rug!

After lingering there for a moment, he glanced over, and gave me a look that seemed to say, “you gonna pass, or what?” So, I did. My cock was hard as a rock, as I watched his rig in my mirror, thinking of sitting naked in his lap facing him, his dick in my ass while my face lavished it’s self in his chest fur. Those hairy arms tickling my sides, as he firmly grips my ass, pulling me down on his hard trucker dick.

Then, up ahead, a rest stop sign. I began signaling early, flashing my taillights twice, beforehand. I was hoping against hope, that he’d somehow be my psychic fuck buddy. Then, his turn signal came on, and he exited as well.

Once inside the rest stop, I sat in my car, watching for him to get out of his truck. When he did, I waited for him to go inside. I was hoping he’d glance in the direction of my car, but he didn’t. After he walked in, I also headed that way.

I walked into the restroom, and to my delight he was standing at a urinal. He looked to be about 6’2”. I chose the one next to his. I glanced over carefully. There was a good six inches of fat cock hanging past the fly opening of his jeans. Even soft, he was very tasty looking. I sensed he might notice me gawking, so I looked down. He was wearing cowboy boots.

I tried to piss, but my cock was stiffening. I could smell him, and it was amazing! A mixture of leather, faded cologne, hard work, and just a bit of cock sweat. He finished first, and stepped to the sink. I knew another dream meeting was about to become nothing but a fantasy for me to jack off to, in the car.

As I zipped up, and began to turn, a huge hand grabbed my shirt collar. It pulled me backwards, forcibly. Then, his thick, hairy forearm locked around my neck, tightly! “Are you looking for something, boy?” He squeezed tighter, and even if I wanted to, I couldn’t speak. I began to see floating specks of light, as he was cutting the blood flow to my brain off. “You shouldn’t toy with me, little man, because I’ll wreck you” Then he chuckled. About this time, he was literally holding me up. I was beginning to pass out. Then, he released me. I fell back into him, and my hand grasped his forearm, to hold myself up.

“Follow me, little man.”

To be continued...