Roger's "first Trucer"

"So you're around here just spreading that ass like it's fertilizer. Need to get you up in this truck for a couple hours," Denard told me.

I found the young buck online as I was in the mood for cock one Sunday night after a day long rainfall. It stopped in time for sunset as the urge to suck and fuck hit me out of nowhere like a hammer.

"You ever sucked trucker dick," he asked me as he'd just parked at a truck stop not too far from me.

The young, black stud had just arrived in town and claimed he was "out of hours," a term used by drivers when their allotted driving time during the week elapsed. He contacted me on Bigger City as my profile appealed to him, so he asked some questions and offered me the chance to "blow his candle."

"Its only right since its my birthday," he said to me, as the 31-year-old was in town to deliver the next morning.

"I want to do more than blow a candle," I told him.

"So you want to put the fire out? We can certainly arrange that," he responded. "I ain't had no good pussy in a minute, and you can climb in the rig so you can get the dick down you need. Is that fair?"

His words made my ass twitch and I would put down the phone and head to the shower. I'd never been with a trucker, and Denard, who posted himself as six foot three, 220 lbs. with a nine inch dick was my perfect guy. Granted he could've been false advertising, and perhaps a robbery artist, or worse, but I didn't get that feeling in our short exchange, rather I received a guy from somewhere else working on his birthday who was just as horny as me.

After I freshened up, I put on some gym clothes and flip flops, then hopped in my pickup truck to take the 10 minute ride to the truck stop, then parked in the vehicle lot directly in front of where all the colorful rigs were stowed. My phone would ring once I climbed out of my pickup as it was him calling.

"See the purple Peterbilt, hooked to the flatbed trailer? With all the pretty lights? That's me. Come on over and climb in on the driver's side," he said to me.

I turned my head and would see the most glamorous looking rig, with its perfect paint job and the shiny wheels to match. I placed the phone in my pocket quickly and looked around while walking 50 feet in that direction, trying to move casually as if I owned the vehicle. I managed to get to the rig and pull on the handle to make the door open, then looked at what I was working with in regards to climbing inside.

"Pull on the handle, then jockey yourself to the first step, then the second step as you come in," he said as I was greeted by a black curtain covering the inner driver's side.

I got nervous as I didn't want to fall.

"Just step up, pull back the curtain to come in, then pull it where you found it so we can remain discreet."

I did what he said and stepped inside, seeing what looked like a small, very comfortable house as he had a small lounge chair, appliances such as a small stove, television hanging over his bunk, and of course, him being naked in the cushy looking bunk, dab smack middle of the mattress, laid on his back with his right leg straight, and left leg bent. Denard, with his neatly trimmed goatee and perfect teeth, also had a body he took real good care of despite driving for a living. If there was a "chocolate man," it would be him as his skin tone under the light shined perfectly in making him appear quite delicious.

"Doing all that staring when you should be naked like me," he said in a southern drawl, before I looked deeper to see that monster prick of his resting quietly.

"What you waiting on? Come out them clothes and let me feed you."

He turned towards me as his legs were open, with his back leaned against the rear of the truck on a large, headboard like cushion. I sat on that mini lounge chair while he scooted closer to me, basically laying his crotch in front of me as I placed my right hand at the base of that drooping dick. What was amazing was he was already five or six inches when soft.

"I like what I see," I said to him as I examined it, smelled it, and was just in awe as his photos did no justice.

"Well if you like what you see, then you should go head and do what needs to be done," he said. "It's my birthday, right?"

I looked up at him, then licked the tip before taking my tongue under it, then down the side down to the base where I stopped at the middle of his balls. I loved the smell of Denard as he had a mix of soap and funk, the type of funk of someone who'd been sitting for hours without a shower.

"Eat it alllllll up Roger," he said to me as I couldn't get enough of his scent, and the texture of his skin.

I took some extra time to caress his big balls with my tongue before kissing them, and ultimately sucking them one by one as it made him squirm and moan.

"I love black cock," I said as I stopped, looking up at him again with a grin, then placing my lips on the tip to suck.

I closed my eyes as he became fully erect and slightly difficult to put my mouth on as he was "girthy," having two inches in width for me to try and gorge. Denard's groans made it worth the challenge as my mouth was fully extended, my jaw engaged as I would drop a lot of saliva in order to glide up and down. I'd eventually get him down my throat, but it was a struggle as that thick, massive head of his made me gag a couple times.

"If its a bit too much for you, then maybe this ain't it," he said.

"Absolutely not. I want this cock, baby," i begged and pleaded, for I wouldn't stop trying as I wanted to please this hard working man.

"Baby, you really do wanna see how it feels inside," he asked as he rubbed my shoulders. "You really wanna take it up that fat pussy of yours, huh?"

He said those words while rubbing my hair, and suddenly I struggled no more, for my lips seemed to clamp perfect and I would no longer gag on that cock. I'd told him I wanted to do more than "blow out his candle," and now my body was prepared for what he had in front of me.

"Rolled all these miles and ain't had a stitch of a pussy either? On my birthday on top of it all? You better not back down from this dick! You take every fucking inch of it up that tight, little daddy chute of yours," he said to me as he'd become demanding, and I was surrendering to his request.

It turned me on knowing I could be his servant, and so I stopped blowing him in order to give him what he deserved. He got off the bed and I climbed on to get on my knees and prop my ass upward, facing the front of the truck. I laid my head down with mixed emotions of being happy and scared at the same time of that big cock. It was throbbing when I took my lips off of it, and for sure at this moment while my puckering hole was ready to feel its wrath.

"I ain't fucked in months. Been running the road so hard," he said as he opened a bottle of lubricant, and squeezed the contents.

He used his big hand to rub my cunt with some of the liquid, then I heard him stroke his cock before he'd brush the tip against my quivering hole.

"Relax daddy, I ain't poked in yet," he said as he had me moaning.

The guys before Denard didn't pack the same stiffness, or length, so this would add to the challenge of trying to "absorb" this handsome trucker. He continued to rub my rosebud, then without warning pressed in a little as his cock head made my hole twitch.

"Tight pull you got," he said to me. "Now let me in."

I felt his hands spread my ass, and his pole push inside of me, feeling at first as if he was tearing me as he advancee. I winced loudly as he penetrated my hole, then began to scream, almost wanting to tap out as I felt my walls being pried apart to accommodate his jet black stick.

"Fuck, I can feel the head," I said as it was pulsating at one point against my prostate, triggering an orgasm even when there was pain involved.

He'd manage to get it all the way in, and I tried to move forward from it until he gripped my cheeks. "

"Nah, you ain't goin' nowhere. Stay still," he ordered, and I begged of him not to move as it felt like my ass was on fire.

"Gotta open that ass for you, daddy," he whispered, and he would move his hips sideways after a couple minutes as he worked the lubricant in addition to cause some orgasms.

That stick knocked around inside me as he was all the way deep, and triggered some goosebumps as he tapped against the walls of my hole. He pulled out of me slowly, but not completely as he would push back inside, wiggling his hips when he was inside fully to massage the area past my sphincter.

"Daddy needs this," he said.

"Oh fuck baby, I do," I cried out as my ass adjusted to his wonderful prick.

He was right, for I was a guy who needed a big cock, but was just surprised with the one in front of me at the moment.

"Feel them long, deep strokes? Damn you've got some good ass," he said as he kept his shaft going back and forth in my tunnel in slow motion.

I was used to it and now I was "losing it" for every inch now felt incredible, with each time of him pulling out felt like robbery.

"You're delivering that cock, baby," I said to him as my soliloquy, as he was the trucker unloading his cock at my "dock."

I admired his patience as it paid off to where he could fuck me with ease, as his third and fourth interval strokes made me wet, having me clench and cream each time. I'd pretty much drowned out the sound of the idle engine as I couldn't hide my joy vocally, for this man was milking not only my anus, but my soul.

"Say you love trucker dick," he directed as he smacked my ass. "Say it, bitch."

I repeated what he said and he made me quiver as he started a barrage of taps, driving his slender hips into mine. He made my ass rumble as a natural reaction, as he drove the head of his cock to hit the right spot and cause me to ride his cock.

"That's right Roger, bounce that ass," he said as I couldn't stop moving, my body in an intense orgasmic state.

He hung tough while I bounced my big hips back and forth, going crazy as I couldn't seem to control myself. I was whimpering like a bitch in heat as this hard cock couldn't do no wrong, just being stationary for me to bang myself and cause all sorts of delight. I was surprised I could move like that, and Denard tried his best to contain me but I was a dick riding beast.

"Can't enough baby," I cried out. "Happy fucking birthday!"

He tried to throw his hips into me, but i was in control, still bouncing my hips and purposely using my hole to squeeze a nut out of him as he whimpered and I felt the strips of cum slapping inside my cunt, his milk filling me up.

"That's right baby, breed daddy," I told him, before he pulled out and sat on the chair, still whimpering and looking exhausted.

I climbed off the bed and would feel some of his cum leak out of me, and even hear it hit the floor as he left a copious amount.

"I enjoyed that a lot," I told him as my ass was saturated, swollen and sore. "Happy birthday."

"Happy birthday indeed. Now get the fuck out," he told me after.

I rushed to get dressed, blew him a kiss, then walked back to my pickup with casually as I came.