From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Big Red The Trucker (gay)
Date: 3 Feb 1996 05:03:25 GMT

			 Big Red The Trucker

	When I first plugged into the joys of trucker meat a year ago,
I began hearing about Big Red. And since it was Nashville Eddy who
showed this college kid what a driver of freight could throw at a
hungry gobbler of dick, it was also he who first mentioned the name of
this trucking legend. As the months passed and I heard other drivers
mention the name of Big Red, he seemed more myth than reality. But I
was to discover later just how real he was.

	Nashville Eddy, and I met at a rest stop on I-85 near
Montgomery, Alabama. It was two in the Morning. I was halfway drunk
from too much beer and headed home from a wild weekend in Birmingham.

	I was pissing out a six-pack of Bud at the urinal when this
lanky, blond guy took his place beside me, yanking and tugging deep
into his jeans. He pulled out a mass of glistening genitalia and
continued to pull at them while pissing a stiff stream of gelden
water, until his pecker was standing at an ass-busting attention.
"Whew!" he grinned, winking at me. "Riding my rig all night makes me
just a little bit horny. You'd better let me get that fucker down
before it explodes."

	That's all it took to get us into the back of his huge truck.
There was a mattress laid out, along with a big cooler of iced Bud, a
stack of porno magazines, and all kinds of rubber toys. We stripped,
and Eddy had barely stepped out of his jeans before I was burying my
head between his thighs. His dick was a perfect sucking cock: long,
slender, and curved slightly upwards. It slid easily into my mouth and
down past my tonsils. Quickly, I had it throbbing for blast-off.
Within minutes, he was shooting his load into my stomach. Even while I
was drinking it, he whimpered, "Stay on that fucker. That's only the
beginning, man."

	Through that wild night, I milked his sex teat nonstop.
swallowing what got together almost every weekend after that, haunting
the rest areas along the interstate. Eddy began lining me up with some
of his trucking buddies. Soon, I was going from one truck to another
all night long. They would be lined up, one behind the other in the
parking lot of the rest stops. They were glad to see a real live cock
gobbler whose ass was eager for a good time.

	I liked these guys. I had been used to college boys who really
didn't have too much imagination or experience compared to these rig-
rolling studs. The orgies we had were fantastic. I loved getting gang-
banged by a dozen hot, sexed-up bulls. Eddy would hold my legs wide
open while I lay back on my back. Then he would encourage first one
trucker and then another to come up and plug up my butt-hole. After my
partner would finish, Eddy would use a towel to dry my crack up.
"Okay, who's next?" he would say.

	Afterwards, the guys would line up, and I would go from one to
another one sucking them dry. Several guys would get in line for a
second or third time. They loved the way I ate their cock.

	There was one particular trucker, Roy, a big, black dude with
a cock like a crowbar that Eddy liked to see fuck me. "I want him to
really open your ass up for Big Red. You think Roy's hung? You ain't
seen nothing until you see what a hung, fucking bull Big Red is."

	One night Eddy called me up on the phone. Big Red had just
driven into the rest stop. He wanted to meet me. Trembling with
excitement, I promised Eddy I would be there in thirty minutes. I put
on my briefest and tightest white shorts and a sleeveless blue tee
shirt. My blond hair glowed and my golden tan looked luscious.

	Eddy was waiting for me outside his truck. Smiling, he led me
to another rig. This one was parked in a corner of the empty parking
lot. Since it was dark, I could just make out a figure leaning
against the rear of the vehicle, smoking a cigarette.

	As I got nearer, I could see him better. Christ, he was a big
motherfucker. In the dusky twilight, I finally saw him close-up. His
square face was that of a thug, a poet, a truck driver. A thick
moustache did not hide the finely chiseled lips. Thinning black hair
was slicked back into a small pony tail, and his blue flannel shirt
was open halfway down his chest. He was hairy and sweaty.

	He looked me over with an expert eye in just a quick glance.
"How ya doin', good buddy?" he said softly. Jerking his head to his
truck, he added, "Come on. Let's have some fun." The back of his truck
had been prepared for an encounter. Like most horny truckers, Big Red
had a mattress laid out, a red light hanging down, a cooler of beer,
and all kinds of sex toys.

	"Take my clothes off," he said softly. He stood at well over
six feet. I had to look up at him. His eyes were slits of green. I was
nervous and fumbled with the buttons of his moist shirt. Clearly, Big
Red found time to work out. His pectorals were huge, like swollen
pillows of bronze. His nipples jutted out like pencil erasers, and his
stomach was curved deep and sharply chiseled with muscles.

	Eddy took his friend's shirt and neatly folded it. Next, I
unbuckled my sex partner's belt buckle, pulled down the zipper, and
tugged his pants down. Eddy helped me pull off the cowboy boots and
then the jeans.

	Big Red stood naked - except for a bulging, sweat-drenched
jockstrap. With his hands on his hips, he waited for me to finish
undressing him. I pulled down the strap. Out swung a cock that might
have been a hand curled up in a fist. The foreskin was tied by a
leather thong, and the glossy, olive toned cock curved out from a
thick bush of black hair.

	I started to grab for it, but Big Red backed away. "Be
patient, kid," he smiled. "you'll have all the cock you want. But
first, I gotta get it ready for you."

	All around us were boxes of vegetables. Big Red picked up a
long, green squash, and punched a small hole in the end. Eddy held the
vegetable still while his friend lowered his hips over it. Astonished,
I watched him push the tip of his tied cock into the opening.

	Eddy chuckled at my surprised look. "He's just getting ready
like he always does before a lot of heavy fuckin'." Big Red was
digging away at the hole in the squash with his fucker. I saw it bend
double and strain as he finally worked an inch into the squash, then
another. Soon, he was fucking hard. Each time he plunged in and out,
his ass would open and I saw a beautiful pink butt-hole. Finally, he
plugged it up to the hilt. His huge balls touched the floor, and he
pulled himself out. Now, lying on his back, he beckoned me to join
him. His dick looked even more like a blown-up balloon sticking
straight up. "That ain't hard yet. Just half full. Enough to get us
going. Untie my foreskin." He said he hadn't washed his cock off in a
month. The only time he untied the cord around his foreskin was when
he took a piss. He hadn't pissed all day. "I'm, really hurting, man,"
he whispered, "but I wanted you to have it."

	After I untied the thong, Eddy helped me slip the foreskin
down until the head popped out. It was huge - an apple-sized tip ripe
with unwashed juices and matter. The cock-slit was so taut from
backed-up liquids that it was like a hungry mouth - wide and gaping.

	"Start eating me," he whispered. "Don't be gentle now, pretend
it's a chunk of steak. Don't worry about your teeth. It's a tough
fucker." I bit into it, and it was a succulent wad of meat. My tongue
dipped deep into the slit and suddenly out poured what tasted like a
gallon of piss. I drank it all. Big Red was writhing and gasping, his
stomach muscles pumping in and out. "Oh, Jesus H. Christ! That feels
good!"

	This man had a sex muscle I had never seen before. With both
my fists clamped around the center of it, there were still many inches
left exposed. I stretched my mouth muscles to their widest and began
gobbling my way to heaven. He pushed his hips up gently, forcing more
dick into my mouth until it hit my tonsils.

	"You having trouble?" he asked kindly. I nodded. Eddy came up
from behind and raised my legs up in the air. Big Red put his hands on
either side of my throat. Somehow, that relaxed my muscles and I could
feel the enormous tube of male meat inching its way downward. Soon, my
face was buried in his forest of pubic hair.

	Now, my throat went wild, it began milking the swollen teat in
steady motions. Red loved it. Sweat was dripping from his body. Eddy
was naked, too, and he clamped metal pincers on his friend's big
titties. A long chain connected them. My chin was cushioned by Red's
swollen sac. I was squeezing and kneading his big balls like they were
made of rubber. "Pull my chain," he whimpered.

	I reached up and yanked at the chain which stretched his
nipples out nearly an inch or more. Now I knew why they were so big
and thick. As I was sucking and pulling on the tit chain, Eddy began
his dick up my ass. I began eating Red's cock even more roughly -
chewing on it, scratching it squeezing his balls as hard as I could.
Red was going wild. He was twisting and groaning and whimpering. "Man,
it's coming up. I'm gonna bust out a load. Wanna see it?"

	Without waiting for an answer, he began pulling his swollen
pecker from out of my throat and mouth, By now, the tip had become a
huge wad of swollen, red meat. He used his fists to begin whacking at
it. Eddie and I watched, fascinated at this sight. Rarely have I seen
a prick pounded as roughly as Red was whacking his. "Shit!" he yelped.
"Here it blows!"

	He held his peter like a runaway hose. It lobbed out thick
streams of dick milk into the air. Even before it stopped pumping ,
Eddy had pulled and raised my legs over my head. "Okay, Red." He
grinned. "Bust his cherry."

	Eddy spread my buns so my hole opened up. Big Red got on his
knees and leaned over me. I felt the tip of his still dripping cock
begin to work in. Eddy spread my cheeks even wider and pushed gobs of
Vaseline jelly around the edges.

	Big Red's arms were braced on either side of me. I reached up
and grabbed his tit chain and began pulling on it as he inched in his
bull dick. "Pull the fucking chain," he whispered. "Don't be gentle.
Pull my fucking tits off. I want to plug up your ass and fuck your
brains out."

	I felt my hips spreading wider from the huge wad of meat
moving in. Then, he began fucking me in steady, violent strokes. But I
loved it and urged him to do it deeper. Eddy pushed Big Red's ass so
he could penetrate deeper.

	An hour later, he was busting out of his second big load. and
I could feel his cream dripping out from my stretched, bruised
asshole. But I wanted more. Big Red's ass-busting fuck had only
tantalized me. He very eagerly fucked me again, even more violently,
and when he finished, Eddy took over. While Eddy was working over my
ass, I had my face buried in Big Red's groin. By now I had gotten the
knack of how to eat his swollen wonder and this time, I managed to
deep throat without any need of assistance from anyone.

	While taking a beer break, I began beating Big Red's cock. He
lay back, smiling, as I worked my fists over his cock. Eddy meanwhile,
was twisting his buddy's loose sac around and around until it
resembled a pink balloon. We were rewarded for our efforts by watching
a fountain of cum blow upwards and settle down on the tops of our beer
cans.

	Toward dawn, Big Red had us tie his hands up to a pulley on
the roof of the van. With another rope, we tied his feet wide apart so
that he hung in mid-air, spread-eagled. He wanted us to bust open his
ass. I found the biggest dildo I could from a box, and Eddy greased it
up with Vaseline jelly. Together, we began working the end into Big
Red's magnificent smooth butt. He moaned and cried and gibbered as his
asshole stretched wider and wider from the arm-sized dildo. But he
really loved every minute of it. We knew that when he suddenly shout
out a load that splattered our faces.

	Afterwards, Eddy and I had great fun applying ointment and
soothing lotions all over the nicks and bites on Big Red's big
sweating torso: from the tender nipples to the teeth marks on his
prick and balls to the tender spots around his butt-hole.

	I was so sexually satisfied that night that it wasn't until
two nights later that I finally felt horny again. To my surprise, when
I met Eddy in the parking lot at the rest area, he took me to a very
familiar freight truck. Leaning against it was a huge, powerful
figure. The square face with the green eyes lit up. "Hey, you ready
for some fun?"

	We see each other about every month now. He doesn't say much,
but Eddy tells me I'm the only one in Big Red's life. He's telling the
truth. Big Red always keeps that leather thong tied around his
foreskin.

	He only removes it when he takes a piss. I know nobody else
has had their mouth on that cock. All I've got to do to find out is to
untie that thong, roll down the foreskin, and look at that cock head.
It looks just like a prick tip that hasn't been washed in a month. And
that's the way I want it.