SAND AND GRAVEL
The best stories are the true ones. Take my long, years long really, affair with a certain truck driver in my area. He ran aggregates up and down the road in a great big tractor trailer. Met him early one morning in a dying shopping mall's parking lot. Man, I was pumped when he took that big rig of his and literally drove circles around my parked SUV. It didn't take long and I was on my knees in his cab on the filthy floor, swallowing his dick. It was the perfect size, filling my mouth and throat and coating them with a sweet load. I let his prick go limp in me while I milked out every drop, and went into work that morning with the sweet taste of jizz on my tongue. Before I left, I gave him my cell phone number.
He may have thought up to then that he was straight, or a top. He said he never took phone numbers but sure enough, the dude started called me a few days later, and when he did I'd crawl into his cab at whatever street-side, donut shop, pull off or parking lot he was at. I'd start by sucking the leather pouch that was his nut sack and get it nice and wet. Then I'd work the shaft with my mouth only. I think he liked my minty fresh delivery, as I'd sometimes use strong breath mints beforehand to give him a cooling menthol receptacle for his hot dick. He never once saw my cock or asked me to take it out.
In subsequent sessions I introduced my finger to his butt hole, and when I wanted him to come off I'd work a couple fingers in and out. I could tell he was tight. What a grip. He never failed to deliver for me. Each time, I'd work out a good load.
We nursed that one-way relationship for months and the kid delivered to me regularly. But eventually his business changed and mine did too. Fortunately, we both ended up working in the same area once again. Sometimes he'd have a sleeper cab and he'd get a chance to really relax while I did my thing. Then he disappeared for a while. When I heard from him next, he was laid up. He had been in a motorcycle accident, and could I come over to his place? I did, and I got to know his pet parrot and heard about his son, now a state cop, and a bit about the divorce that in effect was making all this fun possible.
It was nice having a bedroom streaked with the afternoon sun, and a bed to work in. We stripped off our briefs and I got to lick and explore his moderately hairy, salty bare chest and his legs and ass. But it was taking a lot of sucking and the guy seemed like he could last forever, so I crawled up enough to get my tongue in his ear (we hadn't kissed), while I fingered his virgin asshole. I had brought lube and condoms and laid them out on the side of the bed but, when push came to shove, I just grabbed the lube and really started working the hole. No push-back or protests from my mustache wearing friend. I think he realized he was built for it and was about to get fucked for the first time. Now my cock is nothing to sneeze at. It was a lot bigger than his. Even so, the combination of lube and the persistent pressure I applied with my dick head got me in, and I kept adding inches as he grunted with satisfaction. I got in a few minutes of hearty fucking before I shot him full with my big load. Then finally, he was ready to get good and sucked and feed me.
From that point on in his recovery it was rinse and repeat. In terms of exercise and limbering him up I did as much for him as the physical therapist. But eventually he had to return to work and our schedules diverged. We kept in touch for some time but the easy meets were over.
I've been lucky and I could go on and relate other fun finds. I have had it every which way, and I ain't done yet. More of my truth will be revealed.