Date: Tue, 13 Jul 2010 13:07:15 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman <email@example.com> Subject: Blue RidfeTrucking 3 Blue Ridge Trucking 3 By Bald Hairy Man e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org or email@example.com This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that I have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have included no gestures toward common sense either. These are all new stories. Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments Scooter took my cock like a pro this time. His ass lips opened wide and swallowed my cock like a starving man in need of food. Howard was supportive and helpful. He shifted Scooter's position to ease the entry. By now I realized Scooter wanted a daddy, and Howard and I were just what he wanted. To say Scooter came from a poor background understated the case. His family's poverty came from a combination of stupidity, shitty attitude and meanness. His folks interest in their kids ended at conception. Scooter avoided all of the family curses, but he had a miserable childhood. To feel pleasure and to give pleasure were new experiences for Scooter. Soon Howard and I traded places and I held Scooter as Howard eased his thick member into his needy hole. It was a tight fit, but Scooter stayed hard and oozing throughout. A little later, Scooter mounted me as Howard did him doggy-style. Everything worked like a charm. For the next hour and a half, there wasn't more than a few seconds when his tender ass linings weren't in contact with a cock. I had to get back to work, but Howard had the day off. It was a beautiful day. The accident was at the beginning of an extended period of bad weather. That typically increased our business. Driving in heavy rain is exhausting. Sleeping in a real bed can be good. Our boss liked for deliveries to be on time, but he hated accidents. All his drivers knew that. We installed a big TV screen that constantly showed local radar. This was a big hit with our divers. When there was flash flooding, we posted the information. Sheriff White made sure his dispatcher kept us up to date on accidents and problems. Some drivers would call to get this info, but most would stop in, eat and get up to date. New customers were potentially a problem, since there were some overly aggressive regulars who couldn't take a hint when someone wasn't interested in play time. Just because we were gay friendly didn't mean we were anti-straight. We were strictly anti-hooker. This included males and females. They went to other truck stops. Most of our staff and customers were masculine, ordinary men. There were no pretty male models and few effeminate men. Big Denny tended to look after the new men. Partly, this was because he liked to try out new meat, and partly it was because he had first rate gaydar, and could tell if there was a potential problem. He had a nose for troublemakers and was big enough to forestall problems. Big Denny also had a warm spot for straight men who were into cock. Denny was so big and manly, no one, outside of the fraternity, would suspect he was gay. I saw him talking with a tall, rough looking new guy. The guy came in for dinner and saw the radar. A big storm was no more than fifteen minutes away. He wanted a place to lie down. I put him in Room 24, the dorm. "Do you want a shower too?" I asked. "Too many fags in those places," he said. I pretended I hadn't noticed the comment and told him how to get to cabin 24. He went off. At 10:30 he reappeared and looked at the radar. I gave him an update on the traffic and storm. There were two accidents and flash flooding closed the highway until the early morning. He struck up a conversation with Big Denny and a man named Buster. Buster was part of Big Denny's harem. Buster was an ugly, small, hairball with a great sense of humor. He looked a bit like Gabby Hayes after a bad night. The new trucker's name was Hal. They all got into a deep conversion about the storm and possible shortcuts. Buster was a local and knew all the roads. Big Denny thought some of them might work, but then Hal told them he had an oversized truck. There was no way he could make some of the turns on the smaller roads. Hal wore old jeans and a flannel shirt. The wear marks on the jeans gave clear indication of what he was packing. Buster made a few admiring glances, but nothing overt. They talked for a half hour and I noticed Hal took a few quick looks at Big Denny's basket. Denny's jeans were on the tight side too and showed his equipment to advantage. Denny got up and announced he was taking a shower and getting some shut eye. Apparently Hal changed his mind and he got a towel. Buster left shortly there after. I was busy at the desk as truckers were calling it quits and deciding to sleep rather than fight the storms. Denny had a cabin and he called me and said Hal would bunk with him, so there was a free bed in 24. It was a busy night and Hal must have left the next morning and I didn't see him leave. I didn't think anything about Hal until he reappeared a week later. I noticed he was in his SUV, not a truck. He made a cell phone call from the lobby and then got a room. Big Denny appeared a half hour later. Hal was in the restaurant and Denny came to the desk first. "I've got a pal here and might need your help if you're into it," he said. He pointed out Hal. "He's still got his training wheels on, but I could use a good bottom to get him inspired. Are you free?" "I'm not sure that guy's my type," I replied. "He's like a coconut. Hard on the outside, but sweet and tasty on the inside," Denny said. "You got to taste him?" "I sure did. He was a slow starter, but well equipped, and all the equipment is in working order. I wasn't too sure he was into it, but when I popped he took the entire load, very drop. He was like a little kid who tasted Kool-Aid for the first time," Denny said, "He'd have taken more if there had been anything left in my balls. I told him I was basically a top and he took my phone number. He's back and he knows what I want." "But does he want me?" "He's curious and wants to try more," Denny replied. "You're an enthusiastic bottom. I think he'd like you. Did I mention he's well hung?" I smiled. "You did." "Do you remember that conversation we had about cocks that the ring your chimes? We I think he's your man. Hal is uncut, long, thin, but has a huge mushroom shaped knob. His balls are big and productive, I think he'd be self lubricating." Hal came out of the restaurant, saw Big Denny and went to the showers. Ten minutes later Buster showed up and the two of us went to the showers and joined them. I knew Buster, but had no experience with him sexually. While he was short, hairy and ugly, I hadn't realized he was hung. I hate to sound like a gay man, but hung seemed to change my interest in Buster. Apparently Buster had not joined Hal and Deeny in their previous explorations, but Buster was hot to trot and not shy. I later found out Denny planned this. Buster got excited easily and we were to serve as the spark plugs for turning Hal on. That was the plan and it worked like a charm. Buster possessed a cucumber shaped member, as it grew, Hal's organ responded. Big Denny had complete control over his cock and it responded to Hal's enlarging cock. The worked out well. Hal was uneasy, but was more comfortable when he wasn't the first to get erect. Big Denny whispered something in his ear, then he came over to us. "We have a room, would you like to join us?" he asked. Of course we did. Hal didn't know it was a set up. As it turned out I was set up too. Buster wanted to play with me, and had his heart set on a visit to my ass. Denny could be manipulative, but he had good sense. He knew who would click with whom, and also understood how far a man might go. Hal was uneasy, but had years of pent up desires. Once he got past the fear of being thought of as being gay, he was enthusiastic. Hal thought he was a straight man who liked cock. He didn't realize it wasn't necessary to be effeminate to be gay. You don't get more macho than Big Denny. Denny was every inch a man, but he had a woman's way of getting to know a man. I'm one of those guys who can know a man for several years and not know his last name. Denny got the lowdown. Hal was a Baptist bachelor. Since he had no interest in sex with women, and was afraid to have sex with a man, he was frustrated and unhappy. He hoped by being aggressively anti-guy no one would find out the awful truth. That isn't good thing, but I can understand it, and feel sorry for a man who has that problem. Some men are raised in situations where being gay is an impossibility. They are overly conventional and perhaps not imaginative. They don't realize there is an alternative to getting married and having kids. Some believe everything their preacher or priest tells them. If you are the rebellious type, you can escape from it, but if you are a straight arrow you can get trapped. Hal was a straight arrow, but Denny managed change that. Big Denny was completely unashamed and comfortable with man sex. To him it was simple case of men using what God gave us. "You know it could have been out of reach!" he often exclaimed. Big Denny never rushed things. He took his time and let nature take it's course. "It takes more than a day or two the chance the attitudes of a life time," he would say. Denny was affectionate, sort of like having a big stuff animal in bed with you. He was stuffed with sperm, pre cum, and enough sex drive for ten men. Hal learned fast. He was starved for affection and had a life devoid of pleasure, sexual or otherwise. Well endowed, Hal was attracted to Denny's monster. Denny told me he almost shot off when he touched it the first time and shot off a massive load when Denny sucked it. He tried to pull away when he ejaculated, but Denny held him firm and drained his balls to the last drop. Denny expected Hal to take a breather after that, but he soon discovered he hadn't sucked Hal dry. "Hal came closer to wearing me out than any other man I've played with," Hal confessed. "He must have a hollow leg filled with cum." Hal felt mind blowing pleasure for the first time in his life. Denny was effusive in his praise for Hal's stamina, and sexual athleticism. Hal may have been anti-gay, but he liked being told he was a stud and a stallion. That, combined with explosive, pleasure filled, mind bending orgasms, did the trick. Hal had a come to Jesus moment, although it was a much kinder Jesus than the one he had been worshiping. Before their sexual romp of a week earlier were over, Hal took a mouthful of Denny's home brew and swallowed it with obvious enjoyment. He had come that far. They exchanged cell phome numbers and Hal called Denny every night. Hal was confused and Denny straightened him out. Today we were with him in his room, all naked and willing. We had a round Robin suck-fest. Buster sucked Hal as I sucked Denny. A little later I sixty-nined with Hal. I got really close to deep throating him when he popped. I got a mouthful. Unexpectedly, Hal didn't lose his interest in my cock as he ejaculated. Even more unexpectedly, Hal retained his erection. When we broke apart, Denny had a tube of lube. Denny planned to fuck me, but Hal felt the urge too. Denny lubricated Hal's cock. Hal took his time at first; he was afraid he might hurt me. He was uncut, with a long shaft of average thickness, but with a huge knob. I'm not positive, but I think cock heads that are protected by skin are more sensitive than cut knobs. My ass peeled back the skin and Hal's organ had its first contact with an ass. The knob was a challenge, but well worth the effort. He eased his organ into the hilt. Hal was still. "Pump him!" Big Denny ordered. Hal made a few tentative movements. "Get your back into it! Take long strokes!" Denny was a cheerleader and guide. After one slow stroke and two firm thrusts, Hal was in and had a Jesus moment. He was in heaven. His eyes glazed over and he went on automatic pilot. I knew this was his first time and no one had given him lessons; he instinctively knew what to do. It was beautiful. I am a genuinely versatile man, but I discovered that while I am a good fucker, I am a great fuckee. I make a guy feel welcome. I'm not passive and wiggle and squeeze to get the cock into the best places. It turns out, these are also the best places for the top too. It's a win-win situation. Hal didn't last long. He gave my rectum a sperm bath and pulled out. We took a break, but I saw Hal again didn't lose his erection. Hal gave Buster's hole a try next. Buster was tighter so it took more work. Buster was prone to whimper and moan, but Hal knew it was good when Buster shot off like a Roman candle. Cum splattered us as well as the ceiling. Hal struck me as an ugly man when I first met him. He looked positively blissful now, almost angelic as he watched Buster cum. He had done a good deed. Hal was on the bed, exhausted, but his cock stood up straight. I figured, why waste an erection, so I straddled him and sat on it. It was just as good as before. Big Denny looked on in approval. He flopped his cock on Hal's face and asked, "Thirsty?" Hal was also a multitasker. He had no problem sucking Denny enthusiastically as he twitched his cock while I bounce on it. Hal pulled away so Buster could feed him his organ. Buster was still drooling some from his orgasm. Cum and ball juices coated his cock, balls and bush. It was a banquet for Hal; he gobbled it up. I thought all this would have been a full day in Hal's sexual education, but Big Denny had other thoughts. Denny was 100% a top and he liked a virgin ass. If I were Denny's size, I would hold off and have someone else do the honors. A few stretching exercises with a normal size cock would make it easier. I talked to Deny about this once. He said he had considerable luck popping virgin asses. "Some guys like a challenge," he explained. "They either love it, or would never admit they didn't. Lust and a real man's cock can overcome obstacles." Big Denny had his eyes on Hal's hole. Hal had been going at it like gangbusters with Buster and me. Big Denny was on the side, watching. Hal got worried he had neglected Denny. We chatted for a while and Buster let drop the fact that Denny liked to top. Buster reminisced abut the first time Big Denny fucked him. "Did it hurt?" Hal asked. "Well, hurts a relative term," Buster replied. "It was quite a trip, but the destination was well worth it. For me sucking is good, but when I get rammed, I go to the moon." "My first experience getting fucked was piss poor. I wasn't ready or expecting it and there wasn't much lube," I said. "I sure like it now." "I like opening up a fresh ass," Denny said. "I like to introduce a guy to his ass as a sex organ." Big Denny was persuasive. He had a way of making it seem as if lying back and letting a horse hung recent acquaintance shove his cock into your ass was the most reasonable thing in the world. He only got half way in on the first effort, but he flipped Hal and did him doggy style and all was well. From the rear it was a perfect fit. I think Big Denny hit Hal's prostate in a way that first winded him, them turned off any ability to do anything other than respond to the huge organ in his ass. It was total surrender to the thrusting cock. It was wild for a while, but Big Denny pulled out to let Hal get his bearings. Denny let him rest a few minutes, so Hal mounted me doggy style. He was rock hard and it was good. I spread my legs and made sure Hal's hole was open too. I could read Big Denny's mind and soon he refilled Hal's hole. It was all hard cocks and warm, juicy asses. Hal popped first, but Big Denny was close behind. I was still hard after they pulled out so I took Buster. That was an unexpected pleasure. Buster wasn't what you would call a beauty, but he was a gifted bottom. With one of Hal's earlier loads in his cum chute, he was way open. Hal's sperm must have acted like little ball bearings making every thrust easy. Given that Buster was no virgin, he was tight and his ass was a combination massage parlor and stream room. Any tendency we had toward inhibition vanished and we were all more than comfortable. I am sure Hal never dreamed he would stark naked be in a room with three other naked men. Big Denny's cum drooled from his ass. Denny shoots a big load. Hal could see his own seed glistenign in my ass as I pounded Buster. I pulled out of Buster and he climbed on the bed with Hal. Denny and Buster were pals. Buster spread Hal's legs and licked the man seed oozing from Hal's ass. I don't think Hal knew anyone would do that, Big Denny had the first cock to pop his cherry. Buster had the first tongue in his hole. After all the sex and activity, things began to wind down. Hal left a happy man, at peace with himself and the world. I went back to work.