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“FUCK,” the muscled, bearded trucker grunted, gripping the headboard of the motel bed with his tatted arms as his cock erupted in my mouth. Greedily, I devoured his warm load while looking up into his grateful eyes.
I first spotted him while checking into the motel. He had just pulled his rig into the side lot reserved for tractor-trailers. Strutting across the parking lot, he looked hot as fuck in his worn jeans and sleeveless flannel shirt, a Peterbilt trucker’s cap upon his head.
But the real fun began later when I spotted him at the vending machine by the stairs. Crumpled dollar in hand, he was wrestling with a weighty decision between Coke, Sprite, or Dr. Pepper.
“Sorry,” he apologized as I waited patiently beside him. “I can never decide what I want to drink.”
“I don’t have that issue,” I replied brazenly, my eyes locked on his bulging crotch. “I know exactly what I want to drink.”
“You dirty slut,” he laughed. “You want some cum?”
“Fuck yes,” I nodded, licking my lips.
Two minutes later, having abandoned his vending machine conundrum, his naked, hairy body was atop his motel bed. Deftly, I climbed between his muscular legs and took his eight-incher down my throat. His girthy cock was immense, my jaw straining to accommodate that big dick.
“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled, his hands caressing the back of my head as I took him balls deep, his hairy balls mashed against my chin. “I love giving a load to a motel fuckboy like you.”
“Do you want to fuck me?” I surfaced with saliva on my chin, fumbling to slide down my shorts.
“Nah,” he declined. “It’s been a long day on the road. I’d rather just relax and let you do all the work.”
“I can ride you,” I persisted. “You don’t need to do a thing. I’ll have you shooting that load up my ass in no time.”
“Tempting as that may be,” he chuckled, “I’m more in the mood tonight for a good dick suck.”
“Fine by me,” I winked, slapping his big tool against my face before taking him to the balls again.
Expertly, I sucked him, the heady aroma of his curly pubes filling my nostrils and driving me wild. His precum was copious, and fucking delicious—a tantalizing appetizer to the meal to come.
“Fuck, you can suck a dick,” he marveled. “I’d still be married if my ex-wife could’ve sucked me half as good as this.”
“Thank you, sir,” I replied quickly, returning to my work. Emboldened by his praise, I increased my pace, my head bobbing up and down on that big cock. His toes curled as I deep throated him with each downbeat.
Locking my lips around his big dick, I sucked him ravenously, sliding up and down his thick shaft over and over. Fondling his hairy balls with one hand, I teased his nips with the other, pinching them and rolling them between my thumb and index finger.
“You found my cum button,” he moaned. “You’ll have me shooting in no time if you keep that up.”
He wasn’t kidding. His balls began to tighten as his cock swelled in my mouth. Gripping the back of my head, he forced himself past my tonsils as I struggled to breathe.
“FUCK,” he grunted, gripping the headboard of the motel bed with his tatted arms as his cock erupted in my mouth. “Yeah, take this fucking nut.”
Rope after rope of his creamy cum spewed down my throat, his big cock throbbing with each orgasmic ejection. Greedily, I devoured his warm load while looking up into his grateful eyes.
“Fuck, I needed that,” he exhaled slowly as I released his spent cock. Reaching for his wallet on the bed table, he pulled out some cash. “Twenty sound good?” he offered.
“No—I’m not—I mean, I don’t—”
“Shit. Must be my lucky night,” he cut me off, stuffing the worn twenty back into his wallet. Reaching for the TV remote, he thanked me for the blow job and pointed to the door. My work was done.
“Where the hell have you been all this time?” my girlfriend complained as I walked into our motel room empty handed. “And where the fuck is my Coke?”
“Shit. Sorry, babe,” I apologized while doing an about face. “I forgot about your Coke. I’ll be right back with it.”
To my delight, the trucker was back at the vending machine by the stairs when I approached. Feeding a crumpled dollar into the machine, he looked surprised to see me again as a Dr. Pepper tumbled down the shoot.
“I’m thinking I could go another round,” he smiled wickedly, adjusting his package. “You want to ride it this time? Take my nut up your ass?”
Thirty minutes later, I stumbled back into my motel room, weak on my legs, the trucker’s warm load swimming in my abused bowels. Once again, I had forgotten my girlfriend’s Coke.
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“You want this pillow under your ass?” my hot fuck bud Jake offered, standing naked in my bedroom, his muscular, tatted body on full display. “I know how you like that angle.”
“Yeah,” I replied, emerging from the bathroom, my eager hole prepped and ready for his big dick. “I love how deep you get when my ass is raised.”
“Then let’s get this cock inside you,” he smiled as I reclined on the bed, pushing the pillow under my ass. He pulled my knees apart with his meaty hands as his thick, eight-incher found my eager hole.
“FUCK,” I gasped as he impaled me, electric waves coursing through my body.
“Christ, I love being inside you,” Jake exhaled, his hairy balls mashed against my hole. “I love it when my wife is out of town.”
Lucky for me, Jake’s wife Olive was often away for work—more and more lately. We had been fuck buds for over a year. I’d like to pretend that I seduced him with my charms, but that’s not how it started between us.
Jake simply showed up at my door across the hall, beer on his breath, late one night when Olive was gone. He fucked three loads into me that night. Jake later explained that he has a high sex drive, and would rather give his dick to me than having to troll bars or Tinder for pussy when his wife wasn’t around, which was fine with me.
There was only one problem. I had fallen in love with Jake, which completely negated the only rule between fuck buds—you don’t fall in love. But I had fallen hard, and the deteriorating relationship between Jake and Olive didn’t help things.
They fought like cats and dogs when she was home. Jake was also certain that Olive was screwing around on him while traveling for work, having found a number of incriminating texts on her phone. Why he continued to stay married to the bitch was a complete mystery. The apparent power of pussy was lost on me.
“You want me to jack you?” Jake asked, pulling me back to the present, his hand on my cock as he continued to plow my hole. “We can cum together.”
“Nah,” I refused. “I want you to kiss me.”
Leaning forward, his weight upon me, Jake’s lips met mine. Open mouthed, our tongues dancing, I could feel Jake’s cock growing even more rigid inside me. Kissing was a somewhat new thing between us, one more reason I had fallen for him.
“Christ, I love kissing when my cock is buried deep inside you,” Jake exclaimed as he pulled his lips from mine.
In a half-plank above me, Jake glanced down at his big dick gliding in and out of my hole. Picking up his pace, I knew he was entering the homestretch.
“You feeling close?” I asked, gripping his forearms as he pounded me harder and harder.
“Yeah—get ready for it,” Jake warned. Almost instantly, I could feel his cock swelling and throbbing inside me. “FUCK—SHIT,” he growled as his balls emptied in my depths, flooding my guts with his warm load.
“That was amazing,” I exhaled as he pulled out and collapsed on top of me, his load gushing onto the pillow under my ass.
“I’m starved,” Jake announced, kissing my neck. “You wanna order a pizza before round two?”
“Sorry—I can’t tonight,” I apologized. “I need to shower. It’s my friend Trevor’s birthday. A bunch of us are meeting at Dos Burros for dinner in an hour.”
“Fine—that’s cool,” Jake replied, dejected. He pushed off me and rolled over next to me on the bed. “No big deal.”
“Well—um—I was actually going to ask if you wanted to come,” I offered. “You could meet my friends. I know they’d love you.”
“I don’t—I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” Jake refused, propping himself up on one elbow to look at me.
“Why not?” I prompted, now feeling like the dejected one.
“Dinner with your friends—that feels like a date,” he scoffed. “What? You gonna introduce me as the married guy you’re fucking?”
“No. Jesus, of course not,” I countered. “That’s none of their business. We don’t have to tell them you’re married. You’re just—my friend.”
“I’m beginning to think you want me to be more than your friend,” Jake accused. “I can’t be your boyfriend. That’s not what this is. I’m married, for Christ’s sake.”
“Yeah, and your marriage is shit,” I spat. Fuck. I regretted saying it as soon as it left my mouth.
“This is shit,” Jake barked, jumping up and pulling on his clothes hurriedly. Thirty seconds later, he slammed the door as he left me—probably never to return.
The room was spinning. I felt like my world had just collapsed. What the fuck had I just done?
I didn’t have time to wallow in doubt and pity. I needed to get to Trevor’s birthday dinner. Summoning my inner-strength, I hobbled to the shower. Washing Jake’s cum from my used hole, I tried to suppress the realization that he would likely never fuck me again.
Feeling marginally better after my shower, I quickly towel dried and dressed. Mustering courage, I opened my front door—and found Jake standing in the hall waiting for me. He was freshly showered and looked incredible in a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt that hugged every muscular curve of his body.
“Jake,” I gasped. “What are you—?”
Without a word, Jake pulled me into his arms and kissed me. “I’m sorry about earlier,” he whispered in my ear. “My feelings for you have been scaring the shit out of me, but I’m done being scared. I’d like to meet your friends tonight, and then maybe we can talk about what happens next for us.”
We never made it to Trevor’s dinner at Dos Burros, instead spending the night talking and fucking. Maybe a lot more fucking than talking, if I’m being honest.
My buddy Trevor forgave me for missing his birthday dinner over beers a week later, when I introduced him to my new, soon-to-be-divorced boyfriend—Jake.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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