Date: Sun, 2 Oct 2005 13:20:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dick Cannon <dickcannontn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Redneck Trucks - Part 2

The following work of fiction contains descriptions of
sexual acts between men, which may be inappropriate or
offensive for some readers. If you find explicit
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by Dick Cannon (dickcannontn@yahoo.com)
Redneck Trucks - Part 2

He was lean. He was handsome and had only the slightest bit
of heft to him. Dark brown eyes that squinted at me in the
near-darkness. A familiar black goatee that spread over the
lower half of his young face when he grinned. And he wore a
smooth pelt of shiny black hair that drifted down across the
faintly muscled chest and the tight stomach. His jeans hung
snugly against the hips, displaying proudly the thick shaft
that grew up along the right pocket.

We were in his bedroom. The sun was about to set outside the
window, casting a dark yellow light across the sparse
furnishings. A dresser scattered with change and an empty
Jack Daniels bottle. His bed, where I lay with my shirt open
wide, was covered by a handmade quilt, soft from years of
his sleep.

We had met at this beer joint back in town. I was back in
Forest Hill. It had been a few months since I had been here
and now early summer had boiled into a scorcher. I rolled
into town in late afternoon. Planning to get an early start
the following day, I grabbed a motel room and headed over to
Zeke's to have a cold beer or four.

The parking lot was full of trucks, dusty from the days of
drought. I pulled in and parked next to a red Ford with the
windows down. The heat blasted me when I opened the door.
>From inside came a loud burst of laughter. Neon beer signs
hung in the barred windows.

Inside was only a slightly bit cooler. TVs flashed in the
corners of the room. There was a pool table or two, and
NASCAR posters lined the walls.

There were nine or ten guys in there, smoking or shooting
the bull across the tables and drinking Budweiser. I grabbed
a barstool and ordered my own.

Within a few minutes, the bartender and I had fallen into a
good banter about the weather, the heat, the Braves score
and how low the lake was. About that time, a lone man came
in and took the barstool next to me. He was about 24 and
wore a blue t-shirt. And about an hour and a half later, I'd
be watching him undress in his bedroom.

The three of us chatted for a while before the bartender
began to get busy with all of the other guys that poured in
around 5 o'clock. I'd had my fill of beer by the time the
two of us noticed how much we had drunk and smoked. We had
laughed a good bit and had a good rhythm of conversation. He
had introduced himself as "Coy," and my smartass got the
best of me, and I replied with, "I'm not so sure about
that."

His eyes flashed at mine, and he grinned at me.  "Fine
then," and he leaned in, "let's get out of here." We each
threw a $20 on the counter and threw our hands up to the
bartender.

"I gotta hit the little boy's room, but I'm in the black
Xterra out on the side," I said to him.

"Cool," he said. "I'll pull around."

When I came out, he was parked behind me in his black Toyota
Tacoma.

"It's just a little ways down on the highway and we'll turn
off on the left. Just follow me," he instructed.

"Good deal. I'll see you there," I said, and winked at his
grin.

We pulled up at a white farmhouse with a garage out back. He
got out of his truck and waited for me to get out of mine.
He slapped me on the back and cupped my neck with his left
hand.

"My dad ain't home and he's headed over to his buddy's to
get hammered," he said as we walked toward the back patio.
"We don't smoke in the house so you wanna have one real
quick?"

I reached for my cigarettes in the front pocket of my jeans,
and Coy asked, "You get high?"

I smiled back at him and nodded.

We passed the joint back and forth a few times under the
shade of the maple trees in the backyard. We sat in the deck
chairs and chatted some more. The more we smoked, the more
Coy stroked the hairs on my forearm. Soon, without any
warning, Coy cupped my package, and leaned into my face, so
close that his breath was on my lips.

"You like to kiss?" he said, looking straight into my eyes.

"Yeah," I grunted back into his face, and crushed my lips
into his, grinding his goatee into mine. I bit slightly his
lips and let the tip of my tongue just barely touch his. His
tongue was dry from the pot.

"You thirsty?" I asked him. And he led me into the house,
taking two beers from the fridge and quickly snapping off
the tops. I took a deep swig, swallowed and moved in for a
wet kiss.

This time his mouth was warm and damp, his lips deftly
fighting with mine and this tongue taking tiny swipes at my
lips. He ground his hips against me, letting me feel his
stiffening rod against mine.

"Let me show you my room," he said when he pulled away. He
led me through the kitchen and around to the stairs in the
hallway. His heavy boots made thick clunks against the
wooden steps, and echoed through the quiet house.

We entered a small bedroom, occupied by an antique dresser,
an iron-framed bed. He flipped a switch on a stereo and
filled the room with the classic rock station out of
Jackson. He came back to me and without hesitating, he moved
straight for my mouth, slowly teasing my lips with his
tongue before diving in further. The kiss grew more
aggressive as he bucked his hips against mine, and he
unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it from my pants. Coy moved his
lips across my cheek and nibbled at my earlobes, while he
ran his fingertips through the damp hair on my chest. He
found my nipples and pinched them as he kissed roughly down
my neck.

I gasped outloud when he bit slightly on my right nipple,
which caused my cock to pulse against his hand. I reached
down and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing a rich
farmers tan. A smattering of freckles spread across his
shoulders, but the skin sharply became tan at the point
where the tshirt sleeve stopped. Thick black hair spread
down his thick forearms to his hands that were rubbing my
dick through my pants.

"Lay Down Sally" came on the radio, and his weed gave him a
slight case of the giggles, breaking the seriously hot
moment we had going on. He grinned up at me and said, "Why
don't you lay down, Sally? I've been trying all night long
just to talk to you."

I laughed at him and climbed on the bed, propping myself up
against the iron headboard.

I nodded at his bulge and then at mine and smiled, "I don't
think talking is what you had in mind."

He kicked off his boots and pulled mine off before climbing
on top of me, and resumed grinding his cock against mine and
licking my nipples.

Eric Clapton was replaced on the radio by George Thorogood's
"Bad to the Bone."  He stripped me of my pants and pre-cum
soaked briefs, freeing my harder-than-rock cock. He grasped
the base with his thumb and forefingers, cupping the rest of
his under my nutsac. He took a long intense look at my
purple cockhead and spit on it before he sank his mouth
around it.

His cocksucking was expert, alternating slow strokes with
surprise moments of hard and deep sucking. Spit was wetting
my nuts, and starting to trickle down to my flexing asshole.

He pushed my legs back against my chest, exposing my fuzzy
pucker. He spit on it and dove in tongue-first. He ate my
asshole with a vengeance, licking, sucking and sliding in a
finger to pull the opening wider for his probing tongue.

I was hungry for cock, and I wanted his now. I pushed him
away from my ass, and got him to stand next to the bed. I
unfastened his jeans and carefully pulled them away from his
meaty cock, standing out against the denim. A dark spot had
spread across his grey briefs. I went for it, sucking as
much precum from the cotton as I could. He smelled of sweat
and crotch.

I pulled the waistband under his balls and over the thick
hairy thighs, and without waiting, Coy pushed his cock into
my mouth. It was thick and capped by a beautiful mushroom
head. When it slid across my tongue, it deposited a hefty
load of sweet pre-cum.

He grasped the back of my head and fed me his cock, sliding
slickly between my lips. I sucked on the head on each
downstroke, holding it there while I could swipe my tongue
around his drooling head. My hand went under his balls and
tapped at his backdoor. I could feel the tight sphincter
puckering against my fingertips.

I pulled him on to the bed and pulled his ass to my face. It
had been months since I had eaten an ass like his. Covered
in fine hair that grew thick and dark toward the middle. My
tongue touched the pink circle at the center of the hair and
he jerked like someone had stuck a cattle prod to him.

"Goddamn! I love getting my ass eaten! Get in there, Tim!
Fucking eat it!"

He spurred me on and urged me to stretch it open and force
my tongue deeper and deeper in to the hole. He crawled
further up my face, and lowered his hot ass on my mouth.
This boy loved an ass-eating. The ass that had been riding
around in a pick-up truck all day was now riding my face.
His balls rubbed against my goatee, and he jerked his cock
slowly and deliberately while he ground his ass against my
tongue. With his free hand, he tugged at my nipples.

He leaned forward, pressing his hairy stomach to mine and
licked his way from the base of my cock all the way to my
still wet asshole. He pulled my thighs behind his arms and
we locked ourselves in a sweaty butt-eating 69, mouths
clamped to each others' asses.

My ass was aching to be fucked, and Coy must have read my
mind. He untangled himself from me, his turgid cock smacking
up against his furry belly. He rummaged through the
nightstand drawer and produced a bottle of lube, a bottle of
poppers and a handful of neckties.

"I can't wait to get in your ass," he grinned as he climbed
up between my legs. He grabbed my right wrist and lashed it
to the headboard. He never lost contact with my eyes as he
tied the knot. He did the same with the left hand, securing
my hands above my head.

He unscrewed the cap from the brown bottle and sniffed
sharply with one nostril, and pinched my nose closed while I
did the same.

The warm feeling started to pulse through my cock and my
ass. Coy squirted some lube on his cock and then put a
squirt in my ass. With my legs pinned back, he sunk his cock
into me, driving straight for the prostate and pushing a
loud glop of precum out on to my stomach.

As Coy built speed and milked more precum out of my dick, I
closed my eyes to enjoy the ride. I grunted and moaned every
time he spiked the spot. I felt a drop Coy's salty sweat
land on my lips.

"You like getting fucked, don't you, boy?"

"Oh hell yeah," I grunted back before I realized the voice
was similar but wasn't Coy's. I opened my eyes to find Bill
standing in the doorway, stroking his dick.

"Hey Coy, does he have a tight ass?"

"He sure does, Dad. Tight and wet, and it feels so good."

"Is it as tight as yours?"

"Only one way for you to find out."

Coy pulled out of my ass and made the way for Bill, who slid
into my waiting ass and went just as deep as his son.

"Oh I think you're right, Coy. It's pretty fuckin' tight." I
looked up at Bill's face as he slowly stroked my asshole.
"Been waiting for your pretty ass to come back to town, Tim.
But I didn't think I'd see it in my son's bedroom."

"Got back as soon as I could. And when you said, `there's
more where that came from,' I didn't think you meant I'd be
getting it from your son."

Again, reading my mind, Coy straddled my face and lowered
his hairy hole on my face. Each time, Bill stroked across my
prostate I moaned into Coy's ass. I felt Bill's lube-slick
hand slide between us and start to jerk my cock. He'd only
made a few strokes before I started to grunt.

"Oh yeah Tim! That's it! Show us that hot load of cum!"

I was in agony with my hands tied behind my head. Bill's
hand was different than my own and while I would have known
exactly how to fire a shot of cum, he was merely keeping me
on the edge.

And then suddenly it began to feel perfect. I started to
blow thick chunky wads of cum between us, spraying Bill's
chest, Coy's thighs and my chest. Before I had even caught
my breath, Coy and his dad were on either side of me,
furiously jerking their cocks. Coy came first, shooting cum
across my lips and chin.

"Open up, Tim," Bill ordered as he moved into position,
pointing his cockhead directly at my mouth. Cum erupted from
the gaping tip, spilling out over his knuckles and giving me
a good mouthful. Bill held his hand out for me to lick up
the excess as Coy collapsed on the bed next to me.