Freaky Trucker 13 Back To Cali

"Welcome home, honey."

Those were the words that rolled off Shelly's lips when I walked into the terminal office. They sounded sweet as she knew where my heart lay, and I just so happened to have a dozen roses to answer her demeanor, and cause the "faucets to drain" from her senses.

"Wayne, how could you," she asked as I presented her with the flowers.

We could've been considered a couple the way she hugged and kissed me on the cheek, but that was far from the case, as it was simply a matter of a dispatcher and trucker relationship that lasted over the years with vials of trust and dignity. When I broke down in Connecticut, she kept a tab on me. When I was running ragged and wanted to see my kids, she pulled strings with brokers to get me to their living room. When she was in a bind and a driver called out on a load, or broke down in the damndest places, she knew to text me and I'd cancel the issue and solve the freight expeditiously. Seeing this burly, blond grandma with mascara running down her cheeks made my heart melt as it was a reflection of her kind soul, and how she takes care of us hard working drivers.

"You're on my Christmas list again," she belted before the rest of the dispatchers blurted in laughter.

I'd been home a couple days when I walked inside to see what freight was available, and of course bestow upon her my gift.

"Well Fred now has a little competition," she joked of her loving husband," Wherever you want to go honey, you got first dibs."

We hugged again and I waved to all the dispatchers before I walked down the hall to the trucker lounge, intent on checking messages on my phone while getting some free coffee and contemplating my next destination. 30 minutes passed when she'd come to the lounge where me and a couple of other drivers were sitting, tinkering with our phones.

"I've got a load coming out of Lopez, heading to a distributor just outside of Bakersfield. Then I can definitely get you something out of Bakersfield, but you may be doing round trips," she offered.

I wasn't the biggest fan of California, but the pay was always good there, and so I asked her to let me ponder for a few minutes. She walked away smiling, and I eyed the television as an old Price Is Right episode was playing. I grabbed a small packet of trail mix from the nearby snack table, then opened the packet while focusing on Drew Carey before it dawned on me: Rip might've still been living in Bakersfield.

I daydreamed about the muscular, studly Rip, a beastly lover in his mid 30s, who was my first black cock. He was a complete gentleman on the surface, but in bed he showed no mercy in jamming me with that thick muscle as he gave me top tier orgasms to boot. Suddenly "Let's do Bakersfield," I told her as I jumped up and walked quickly down the hall.

"Great. Honey, the only thing is, the load I have going there is a hot one, like hot as in there's a trailer at the door fully loaded at 35,000 lbs., ready for delivery by this Sunday afternoon," she said.

She gave me the paperwork and we hugged, then I waved goodbye to everyone else before I darted outside to my pickup. I went home to shower, pack clean clothes and toiletries, as well as stock up on food items and rest before the trip, waking up a few hours later to message Rip, and see if he was still on the other end.

"Hey man. I just got off my second gig. How have you been," he asked as he called me on the phone.

I was giddy to hear his voice again as it was dwarfed by some high rhythm music in the background.

"I strip part time now," he told me.

"You what," I asked as my mouth was gaped open.

He laughed as he knew I didn't see that coming, and I was even slightly agitated for I didn't necessarily like others seeing "the goods" more frequently than myself. He had to make ends meet and did what he did out of necessity per his explanation, and my attitude changed.

"These thirsty bitches out here pay me to shake my dick around, show a little ass," he added in the next breath.

"Mmmm, is that all they're paying for," I asked.

"I'm not a fan of pussy, unless it's attached to a fat, white guy," he'd respond.

Deep down I knew Rip wasn't down for women, and he quickly changed the tone of the conversation when he would instead expand on how he was trying to meet financial goals for early retirement.

"I'd pay to ride that cock right now," I told him.

"You ain't gotta pay. Get your ass out here so I serve you right," he told me as he had me trembling.

" I'm on my way to Bakersfield," I told him. "I'm gonna be fully loaded, and heading your way tonight. I've gotta deliver in your town Sunday."

"Good, but you ain't been loaded yet," he joked.

He claimed he was in the middle of a drought out there and needed a little playtime.

"You're what the doctor always orders," he said to me.

I explained the itinerary, and told him it would take a couple days coming across I-40 from Oklahoma.

"It'll be worth the wait, man. I loved the way you bounce that booty on me. You can really ride dick," he said to me.

He couldn't say anything wrong as I was rubbing my tits, and pressing my knees together, needing to get dressed and grab my load instead, but so enamored with this man. He turned me out in a way no other guy could, and so I had to end the conversation, and hop in the bathroom for a cold shower, before getting dressed and trucking on.

Just over an hour later, I was hooked up and on I-40, blasting country western tunes while rolling on a nearly empty road as I was heading towards Texas. I felt refreshed, energized, and before I knew it I was in Albuquerque, taking a break at a stop to relieve myself, and get a bite. I'd text Rip to see where his head was.

"Big boy, you had me hyped when you mentioned you were on your way," he told me. "Ain't been rolling in the hay for a minute now."

I became leery of that statement right then as he was a stripper, but above all, Rip was a charmer, with a body women and men could both appreciate, with a fat cock to savor.

"So you probably fucked yesterday," I joked.

"Jack ass, I didn't," he laughed. "And to be completely honest with you, between working, and the heavy load of classes, I ain't been looking. I'm busy."

I believed him as he sounded serious, and I heard the determination in his voice as he didn't talk as much about sex, but more so money moves.

"So I'm telling you now, brace yourself, Daddy Wayne," he said to me. "I plan to turn you every which a way but loose."

That sent trembles down my spine as I knew I was in for a good wrecking. I needed it, for it had been a few months since I had someone rifle in my guts even remotely close to how he did it.

We hung up the phone and I drove on, for I still had some time on the clock and really wanted to push through to Arizona. I'd make it to Flagstaff, park in a safe spot, then fully extended my windshield curtains to bare all for the next few hours while watching television. I'd eat a small meal, then rested a bit before the clock would reset, and I'd hit it again, making it to the destination just a tad earlier than my early afternoon appointment.

"Oh, I can taste that cock," I messaged to Rip once I made it into town.

At the warehouse, they'd take their time getting me to a door, and so I went back and forth with him as he shared a surprise.

He had a pierced cock.

"It's a Prince Albert, a frenum type," he said, as he explained the piercing just under his cock, past the tip.

I was in shock yet again as I couldn't figure for the life of me how and why he'd alter such a glorious tool.

"I got fucked with one some time back, and lemme tell you, it felt wonderful," he said as he took me further into astonishment.

I wasn't clear on why this man, who claimed to be a top, for one, decided he wanted to get fucked, and two, would withstand pain to do such a thing. He scoffed at my insinuations, as he claimed there was zero pain, and that the only other guy he fucked while having it, he had to get a restraining order on.

"It can't be that wild," I told him.

"Trust me. It is," he told me as my mind raced to his style of swivel.

I was trying to wrap my head around this as this somewhat turned me off. I wasn't a fan of excessive tattoos and piercings, at any part of the body, and yet my boy toy was doing the latter. I listened to him talk while in mild disgust, but then I thought about the kind of guy Rip really is, and he was more than just a sexual being.

"So you changed your mind," he wondered.

"No. I wanna see you," I told him, knowing I needed a good fuck.

We hung up so I could focus on the load, and minutes later, I'd feel the forklift leave my truck with the final pallet, and I'd have my paperwork signed before departing the lot, and getting my trailer cleaned. I rolled around a bit to find a truck stop and shower, settling on a smaller one just a few miles down the road from his place, where I could freshen up. I paid my fee to park for up to 48 hours, and I was giving one last thought to getting with Rip, contemplating all the breaking news he'd given me. I wondered if he was doing hard dope, if he was robbing banks, just overthinking shit as now I was getting cold feet. I got out of my head and called him to grab me.

"I'm 10 minutes away," he'd say as I became nervous.

He grabbed me in a brand new, cherry red Ram pickup, smiling ear to ear as he sported a goatee and shaved head, looking super sexier than before. I hopped in the passenger side as his cab reeked of a light peppermint scent, and he was wearing his trademark cologne as we kissed and hugged, and he would drive us off to his place.

"Wayne, really, if you're not down for this, we don't have to do it," he said. "We can just eat, chill, or you can even just kick back at the place."

This gentlemanly side of him actually melted the ice between us, as now I wanted him to fuck me with that piece of metal.

"When we do it, you gotta be gentle," I told him.

"Dude, I won't hurt you," he said as we turned into his driveway.

"I've missed you, I wouldn't want to do anything to shade you away. I wanna see you bust again."

Hearing that from him drove me insane, for I was eager for that "combustion" he'd impose. Rip knew exactly how to place that sweet cock, and now, as we sat in the driveway and he massaged my tits and stuck his tongue in my mouth, I was enticed to try the PA.

We went inside and got comfortable, first coming out of our clothes, then laying, spooning naked on the large couch, all while laying under a thick blanket. We'd watch television while chatting on things, trying to get caught up in each other's lives.

"So you really did it," I asked.

At that moment, he rubbed his cock against my lower back, and I felt the piercing.

"What you think," he asked.

"Holy shit, its real," I yelled as this man really had a piece of metal lingering in his phallus.

He laughed at my reaction, then started nibbling on my right ear as the mood set in.

"We gotta make up for lost time," he told me.

I wouldn't stop him for I'd been longing for this type of touch.

"You need to see how real it is," he told me as his tongue folded under my ear lobe, then lingered near my neck. "I'll show you."

I rolled on my back to be fully under him, and we remained under the huge blanket as he reached down and began sucking my tits.

"I missed these puppies," he said as he kissed and drooled all over my hams, licking and gently biting on each nipple while my legs were at his sides.

We'd French kiss and turned up the heat as he erected his muscular frame between my knees. He began to fill that cold void I'd had for so long, and nothing except could stop this train that was rolling.

"Want me to eat that pussy," he asked.

He knew the answer as I kicked the blanket off of us to thrust my legs in the air, spreading them wide for action before his tongue landed directly to the rim of my hole like a helicopter.

"Ewww Rip," I whimpered while he let it beat my walls like a fan blade, his tongue causing me to squirm and moan, with him having his way through the feast.

Rip went deep enough to where I forgot about his alteration, for I was too busy grabbing my tits, and pressing them together as he slutted me out at this moment.

"You almost told me no, huh," he whispered.

He dug that tongue at my exact g-spot to make my body jerk, and cause my first orgasm as I wailed to the heavens.

"So you don't want me to fuck you?"

"Yes God, please fuck me," I begged before he used his pointer finger to toggle at my walls.

He then press down on my prostate to make me scream and cling to the furniture, for he knew I loved that sensation and that only readied me for more. He talked dirty to me while he ffingered me for a bit, and used his free hand to jerk my cock as I started hardening. I let go of the furniture when he released my spot, and simply licked on my tits as this delight was something I'd needed for a while.

"You must be in heat," he said.

"I'm always in heat for you," I told him as I was closer to getting fucked.

"Tight ass," he said to me.

"That's what happens when you work hard, and play less," I told him as he wiggled that middle finger in me again to make me shiver.

I begged for the dick at that point as he was knocking at my sphincter. I was on the verge of shooting a nice load of cum, but he stopped, for he, too, wanted his cock deep inside me.

He had a bottle of lube sitting on the coffee table and grabbed it, then he stood over me as he was ready to plow me missionary. I could recall an instant of hearing the Matlock show theme music, the television watching us as he rubbed my hole, and his cock. I looked up at him and started smiling, and he returned the gesture as he crawled back on the couch and put my ankles in his hands while positioning his cock.

"You ready for it," he asked.

He rubbed the tip against my twitchy hole, and I'd even feel the piercing as it tickled, and caused me to snicker lightly.

"That's what it's about right there. You want it," he asked.

I shook my head.

"Oh fuck," I whimpered.

I hadn't felt a dick so thick, so hard as Rip's from what I could remember. He kept brushing that tip against my rosebud and had me gripping my chest, then he pushed it inside slowly, ensuring he emphasized the feeling of the frenum as it pelted my walls.

"Oh man. Oh man, what's happening," I said as my ass seemed to curve to his cock.

I couldn't catch my breath, as his thick shaft pulsated against my prostate, and that tiny metal hit an area to where he caused my toes to curl like never before. My eyes were big as I had to hold on to the couch to keep from bouncing forward.

"Ewwwwwwww," he wailed while pushing that projectile inside of me.

My hole naturally squeezed his big, black prick, and I screamed once he got it completely inside of me as the first wave of orgasms hit.

"Left.....right....up.....down," he said as he rotated his hips to make that cock massage my entire hole.

"Make it stretch babe," I told him as I loved the feeling of that metal piece.

He was rocking back and forth, making my big body jiggle with each thrust and causing the most intimate sensations. I was falling in love with Rip all over again while he fucked me and caused so much joy, my tits slapping my chin and part of my face from the hard thrusts.

"You still wanna tell me no," he asked.

Rip owned me, and added another tool to his repertoire when he had the PA. The metal piece seemed to land in the perfect spots, or perhaps my hole was so happy for the new type of penetration, it danced around that fat cock. Either way, I was at Rip's disposal and wasn't trying to end it anytime soon, for his cock helped my cunt flood with my inner cum.

"Turn that ass around!"

I did what was told after we might've fucked for 10 minutes in that position before he redirected.

"Wanna pound it from behind," he said as I got on all fours, then raised my fat, white ass in the air for that big, black cock.

He pushed it inside and I felt my pussy lips part, with the frenum lightly brush against my prostate for a more intense feeling. This was heaven, so much that I buried my head as he rode me like a horse and inflicted so much rapture. I couldn't stop cumming on that dick as I was stretched and overly stimulated, my cunt wrecked and burping, yet continuously surrendering to the girth of that pole, and flickering to the new item added to it. He fucked me faster and harder and I could only brace myself for the funnel of fused power that multiplied the sensation, having me screaming and whining like a bitch in heat as I couldn't get enough.

"You wanted to tell me no, huh," he kept saying as I felt and heard my ass cheeks slapping against his hips, the sounds of sex never more invigorating.

He kept at it, pounding and plundering my smitten hole as he sped things up more.

"You ready for it," he asked me.

I whimpered yes, and he'd grunt and whimper before he stopped pumping to release his sweet semen deep into my loins. I felt every drop squirt inside me like a gas pump in a frenzy, his cock shooting that rapid, hot liquid against my walls and causing my hole to collapse. I'd fall forward once he pulled that cock out of me, and of course rubbed my hole to feel it all puffy, and soft as cotton. He'd get up, and cover me in the blanket.

"Just tucking in the baby," he joked as he made me giggle. "That wasn't so bad was it?"

"Oh my goodness, you kidding me," I asked.

It might've been better than the last time he and I met, which meant it was some of the best sex I ever experienced. That frenum surely was a deadly weapon as it reached spots I didn't know existed.

"Still feel the same about the PA," he asked.

I simply kissed and thank him, for introducing me to something that was the same, but different.