The Trucker and the Well-Dressed Daddy

 Jackson—August, 2024

While I had a lot of fun in the previous post, I didn’t get off.  The next day was Saturday, and I woke up with a very large, demanding, erection.  I had liked the mix of men on Saturdays at the bookstore that had created a sexual playground of gloryholes and dark cubicles, with a medical exam table for public fucking.  I packed my lunch, as always, and drove east to see what trouble I could get into…

 

It's dark.  It takes long seconds for my eyes to adjust.  I stand right by the door and wait.  Soon enough I can see men milling about it the shadowy light from all the television screens scattered around the walls of the main room.  I sit, as usual, where I can see several—all showing a different type of porn.  My cock is let out.  It hardens up...and in moments I have a mouth on it.

The man sucking me is the man who almost always is the first to get his mouth on me here.  He is likely my age, with a head of grey hair, now cut so short I almost didn’t recognize him.  But I sure recognize his tongue.  He is an excellent cocksucker.  And obviously loves it.  He goes repeatedly from my shaft to my balls, remembering how much I love that.  This time, as he comes up for air, he surprises me with: “My ass is available, too.” 

I tell him I’ve literally just walked in and not thinking about fucking quite yet and to look for me a little later.  He goes off.  I see him lead a man into a cubicle—and soon hear the moans of the new man in his mouth.

I wander.

I get some head in the small lounge from a much older man as another patron jerks off to us.

I move on to the back room, the home of the medical exam table.  A man is sitting, jerking to trans porn here.  I unzip and feed him my cock.  We are soon joined by a third, who goes to his knees and sucks the guy sucking me.  My sucker is good.  And generous.  He takes me out of his mouth and tells the guy sucking him to try my dick.  The third man does.  Repeatedly.  Going back and forth between the two hard cocks.  The guy sitting there is not left alone for long.  A fourth man feeds him his dick—and a load.

The guy who started on the seated man, can’t get enough of cock. “Please give me your cum.”  I tell I’m just warming up, and excuse myself.

I wander.  I end up at the slurp ramp.  I watch a man being serviced there, his body flattened against the plywood wall, getting head from some anonymous man through the glory hole.  In moments, he groans and his body shakes.  I watch his ass clench and release as he fires his seed into the unknown man’s mouth.

He notices me, and rather sheepishly, puts his cock away.  He musters a smile and moves to the exit.  I take his place.  I like the idea of giving the cocksucker another dick so soon after his reward.  But I don’t stay long—the guy is terrible, all teeth.  I pull out, afraid of a nick on my glans.

I wander.  The guy who wanted my load back near the exam table is kneeling on a couch in the middle of the main room.  He is using the back as support for his chest and sucking a guy who stands behind the sofa.  I go stand next to the guy getting head.  He grins at me and pushes the willing sucker over onto me.  I let him suck me a bit, before pushing him back to the first man for another round.

A bear of man also kneels on the sofa, to suck whoever is not getting sucked at the moment.  I let him do me.  A tall Black man stands to my side and whips out his dick.  Now the three of us trade off on the two hungry mouths.  I love the rotation and find it hot to watch, even when it’s not my turn in someone’s mouth.

I wander back to where I started.  A hot trucker type finds me there.  He nods to me and kneels without really waiting for an invitation.  He is hungry and loves to takes every millimeter of my length into his throat.  He finally pulls off me.  “You’ve got to fuck my ass with this thing.”

Looking like he just stepped out of his big rig, I ask if he’s prepped for that.  He assures me he is, as we walk to the exam table.  “I want everyone to see me take this dick,” he murmurs as he undresses.  He is hairy in all the right places.  I show him how to raise the end of the table, to get his ass higher for my long legs.  He gets up and I go to the floor to lick his hairy crack. 

“Eat me out,” he moans.

When I finally come up to fuck, I notice we have an audience of one.  A guy around my age and build is stroking to our action.  I suggest he use the trucker’s mouth, but he stays where he is, relentlessly jerking.  I slide into the trucker’s ass.  He moans again, and tells me to fuck him.  Hard.

I start slowly, but build quite fast.  Soon, I am rocking the table with my thrusts.  I wonder if I am going to shoot.  Things feel really good.  But it’s the trucker who asks for a break.  And my number.  He’s hot enough I give it to him.  He takes off, late for work.

I go to my car and get lunch.  My phone, which I always leave on the front seat, goes off.  It’s the trucker.  He has sent me a message.  “I prefer to get fucked fully dressed as Synthia” he tells me.  Another ding on my phone and there he is in full regalia.  I answer rather neutrally.  I thought he was hot as fuck as his butch self; his cross-dressing persona does nothing for me…but whatever works for him.  I’m just not sure it will ever be my dick fucking around that pink thong.

I finish my lunch and go back inside, to the chair where I started.  The guy who stroked to us as I fucked the trucker finds me.  “You suck cock, right?” he asks.

I nod.

He unzips and asks that I finish him off.  He is so close to shooting it takes very little tongue work.  It’s a big load from his very average dick and small balls.

I sit there, enjoying the taste of his sweet cum.  And it makes my hungry for more.

A distinguished looking 50-something approaches me.  “May I?” he asks, indicating my wet cock.

I nod.  He goes to his knees and sucks.  He moans the entire time he works on my cock.  He looks up, all smiles.  “You must top, too, yes?”

I nod.

He gets up and takes me into the nearest cubicle, drawing the curtain shut.  In a moment he is out of his dress pants and white shirt.  (Why would anyone wear that to this place??)  Then his boxers come off.  He is naked but for dress socks.  He leans on the bench, presenting me a nicely shaped ass.  I go to my knees and rim him.  He moans—loader now with no cock in his mouth.  I hear the curtain rustle—certain that someone is now watching us.  I lick and spit and get his ass good and wet.

“Please fuck me hard.”  A beat.  “Sir.”

I stand up.  The ‘Sir’ makes me slap his wet ass crack with my very hard cock.  He gasps. 

“You want me inside your ass?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You like raw dick up there?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I stick my cock in him.  He moans but takes me much more easily than I thought he might.  I begin a slow fuck.

“Use me anyway you want to.” He groans out, quickly adding “Sir.”

I fuck him hard.  I am building to a nice climax after all the play today.

“I’m going to load your hole…”

“Yes, Sir.  Breed me,” he whimpers.  “It’s all I’m good for…”

Damn, he knows what to say.  His ass feels great, but his mind fuck is hotter yet.

“I…” I start to say—but I can’t continue, as I shoot my load deep into his ass.  Blast after blast.  I stay in place for a long time.  I slowly pull out.  “Clean me up,” I tell him.

He hesitates.  Then his tongue touches my spent cock.  He moans in surprise at the deliciousness at the mix of his ass jizz and my cum.  He can’t stop sucking my wilting dick…

*

I found him online afterwards, by accident.  In his profile he stated he has a very sub wife who loves to see him degraded…