Freaky Trucker 14 Waynes Thanks

Wayne and I were laying in bed after I waxed that ass pretty good, just talking about any and everything.

"How do you rate how it feels to get fucked," I asked him.

He had his head on my chest while running his fingers through my chest hairs.

He chuckled before he gave me an answer.

"Let's just say, I'm not content just beating my cock."

"How so," I asked before rubbing the top of his shiny scalp.

Wayne came back to Bakersfield for more than just delivering freight, obviously. I thought back to what happened an hour earlier, the facial expressions he had as I was forcing my meat deep inside his dick receiver, or his "trench of tantric," you could call it. My frenum brushing against the inner ridges of his hole caused the better reaction of him, as he squirmed with each poke inside, and whimpered as he was clearly enjoying this new enhancement. I was relieved as Wayne was leery at first of getting penetrated by a Prince Albert; He praised me after, and kicked himself for not allowing guys to dick him down with a pearl barbell or bead ring.

"Well, not every got with a PA deserves to fuck anyone else," I told him as I, too was laughing.

"Kid, I just can't describe it," he said as the laughter increased. "It's like, the sensation. The feeling of a nice sized cock feeling you, while filling you. Rip, I can't explain it honey."

I watched the relief on his face, or a calm look of jubilance as he seemed to have a little pep in his step after our session.

"I come to Bakersfield and you fuck me like a machine, son," he added. "I'm so serious, you're a master of your craft and it's like when you're in there, you're literally screwing my soul."

That was deep, very refreshing to hear as I'm more to him than just some guy that's going to rail him. I truly aim to please by directing this dick, or even tongue, to the most sensual of places to cause an array of pleasure.

"You just hit it like Wack-A-Mole," he told me, as this was the most amusing analogy. "Just bap, bap.....bap....bap.....boooooooooooom."

I couldn't stop laughing, and looked down at him to see this twinkle in his eye as he smiled.

"You're like a big kid, you know that," he asked as he kept rubbing my chest. "You're one amazing lover."

I just loved the sound of running deep inside a guy, causing him to lose his breath from the delighted surprise of going deep. It was a bonus to pummel that prostate gland to get him all juicy, while the guy would cry out for sweet mercy not from being in pain, but having a pleasure overload.

"You fill me up so good," he told me as he started rubbing my tip.

Our chemistry empowered the good sex, as it was something I didn't have with other guys I fucked.

"Truthfully, I could see myself only playing with you," Wayne said.

He was lying like a rug. Wayne wasn't a good bottom by accident. It took being turned out once, becoming a glutton for dick as he sucked better than anyone else I knew. He gave me my compliments, but I was sure he'd find another "me" somewhere else, or perhaps a guy with a better stroke with a bigger dick.

"You're a trucker," I told him as I hinted he told fibs.

"And what's that supposed to mean, I can't be faithful to one top," he asked me.

"You don't believe that, no matter how you say it," I told him.

He poked me in the middle of my chest, and I reached over to kiss him as we laughed like children before we started frolicking, with his big, round body overtaking mine as he wound up on top.

"I'll make you mine," he told me as he stopped to look me in the eye. "I love you, Rip."

"Love," I asked as I couldn't repeat that statement.

"You've only seen me two times. You can't be that dicked down to utter those words?"

He blushed with embarrassment, then tried to save face as he landed his tongue onto my left pectoral.

"I meant what I said," he said before he weaved his head to provide long strokes of that tongue against my skin.

I bit down on my bottom lip and dug my nails into his shoulders, for his sensual touch made my blood boil, my toes curl and the hairs stand up on my body.

"I don't want you giving this dick to anyone else," he told me selfishly. "You taste so good to me."

He whispered his sweet words as he went from one side of my chest to the other, licking every detail of my muscles before collapsing his mouth on my nipple. Wayne's tongue moved slow and precisely as he incited certain reactions, and capitalized from the simplest wince or juke from me.

"You ain't goin' nowhere," he said as I squirmed a little, with him repeating the act.

He waved his head back and forth until I tried pushing him off of me, then using my right hand to try and push down on his scalp as a hint to suck this dick of mine.

"You want that cock wet again," he asked.

He took his cue to let that tongue swipe at every crevice of my six pack, with him having to reinforce his daddy strength by placing his hands on my waist so I wouldn't squirm too much.

"Stop fucking running from me," he whispered.

"Not running," I wailed as he continued to snake that tongue across my washboard stomach.

"You are fucking running, Daddy Wayne needs more cock," he said.

He turned the tables with pleasure, exploring my body once more, showing gratitude for me blasting his sphincter, or letting this dick smack his prostate in whatever rhythm to give him some colossal orgasms. I was literally his lollipop at this moment; not just the throbbing dick, but my entire midsection he found to be delectable.

"There goes that wad of precum," he said, taking a break from licking me to wiggle my hard dick in his right hand. "Holy shit, its spilling everywhere."

He put his lips to the tip as the liquid was whizzing all over, for he learned a little touch went a long way in excitement for me as I oozed so freely.

"Suck that dick fat boy," I said to him, and he'd go from licking the tip to heaving his head up and down while those lips massaged my phallus.

"With pleasure," he answered.

He held down my hands and our thumbs would tussle, my toes curling more as he salivated on the pole, giving the perfect pull. His moaning deepened while he sucked faster, then he'd stop abruptly for an inquiry.

"So let me ask you a question," he said.

"What's that," I asked as my dick was standing on its own.

"How do you rate how it feels when that fat, black dick is deep inside my ass," he said.

Right then, he stroked me harder and faster, and I couldn't spell an answer for him as it felt so good.

"Don't get quiet," he said.

"I'm not quiet, I just can't help it," I whimpered as he knew how to massage it.

"Tell me, honey. I wanna know how it feels," he said. "I can share with you, you fuck me so good, my nose runs."

"Oh fuck Wayne, how," I asked as I was getting close.

"When that dick touches my hole's lips, I just lose it. Feels like my body is on fire," he said as he kept a speedy, consistent motion. "The way that thing jams me, expands my walls and pounds away at my insides. The way you push it all the way in and it hurts so good, then you pull it out, and my pussy burps for more."

"Oh baby, don't stop, keep doing it," I begged him.

"Don't stop what? Jerking this cock," he asked.

"It's just like when you pump that cock deep, and keep punching my walls until I nut from the inside of my hole. And you don't stop, you just keep chopping away and turn me out even more. I'm not gonna stop until I make you cum the same way."

"You make me do all that," I told him as I was getting closer.

"How about when you fuck harder and faster, and I can't take another thrust and you shoot it all inside me," he asked, while using his other hand to rub my stiff balls.

"Oh Godddddddddddd," I'd scream as the sperm shot from my prick into the air, landing on my chest, stomach, his arm, and anywhere else within a six inch radius as he made me cum in buckets.

"That's right, get it alllllll out," he said as my man foam rose out of my cock.

I'd grab his wrist, letting him know I was empty and super sensitive, and he took his mouth to slurp some of it off the tip, then lick up the rest off all surfaces.

"Keep still," he said as I became ticklish, and he'd clean me up before teasing me with that tongue and having me jolt from the bed.

"I told you to keep still!"

He then laughed it off, and would get out of bed as he needed to pee, then came back to lay beside me as we made out and cuddled.

"I can truly be your guy, if you let me," he claimed.

The truth was, I didn't want one guy, especially a truck driver as sexually talented as him. He had experience, and wasn't slowing down for he claimed to be a lone wolf in the past. He could howl as much as he liked, and I just wanted an occasional visit from him to keep me pleasure, and not necessarily as thirsty as other tops.