From: rick.wagner@mansco.com (Rick Wagner)
Subject: Bad Connection (M/M)
Date: Thu, 26 Jun 1997 01:41:21 GMT
Organization: MANSCO

So I admit it. I'm spoiled. 
 
It's rather hard not to be, once you make certain 
accomplishments. In my case, I'm the head design software 
engineer (or in English, chief programmer) for an extremely 
successful software company. The company's ownership is the kind 
that believes in rewarding success lavishly, and ever since the 
last few products I had control over not only got rave reviews, 
but fewer than average bug complaints -- I was treated almost 
like royalty. 
 
Of course, I had to learn that trying to refuse bonuses doesn't 
work. The employer takes it as a slap in the face, and your 
fellow employees see it as being "holier than thou." 
 
From my perspective, I already had everything that really 
mattered -- a bigger salary than I could possibly spend, and a 
job where I could not only wear t-shirts and ratty jeans to the 
office, but where I could keep my beard! Even though the computer 
industry in a lot of ways is more tolerant of face fur than a 
number of other businesses, "Creeping IBM-itis" has made a number 
of computer oriented companies go the Blue Suit Clone route. It 
was a relief to find a position at a company where over half the 
board of directors was bearded -- a couple of them extravagantly 
so. 
 
I eventually took the perspective that these bonuses and perks 
were "toys." I refused to take them seriously. The prime seats at 
sporting events and concerts I gave to friends -- unless it was, 
rarely something I actually wanted to see myself. When I was 
offered a company car, along with several other people in my 
personnel bracket, I chose the hottest sports car on the list -- 
an Acura NSX -- when all my colleagues were getting respectable 
BMW's. Almost more than the car itself, the cellular phone 
installed in it became a favorite toy of mine. 
 
I woke up early one Saturday morning, ran through my daily 
workout, and decided as I looked out the window that it would be 
a perfect day for a drive. The rain the night before had washed 
most of the crud out of the air, and the new day was breaking 
bright and clear over LA -- an unusual enough occurence that it 
should be taken advantage of. 
 
I showered, dressed and had a quick breakfast, then threw a few 
things in a bag. I pulled the T-roof panels out of the car and 
took off. I headed out east on I-10, figuring I would catch I-15 
up into the mountains toward Wrightwood, which should be a 
beautiful drive on such a bright, sunny day. 
 
It was even warmer than I had thought it would be; I hadn't been 
on the freeway long when I decided that the light cotton shirt I 
was wearing was too much. I pulled off onto the shoulder, 
stripped off the shirt and resumed my trip with the wind teasing 
the fur on my chest and shoulders as well as my curly black beard 
and hair. I popped open a soda from the cooler, fired up a cigar, 
and settled back to enjoy the drive. 
 
Of course, one of my favorite parts of a pleasure drive is 
watching for hot lookin' men in the other vehicles, with truckers 
being a particular favorite of mine. 
 
One truck caught my eye even before I saw what the driver looked 
like, because in addition to the expected CB antenna, I could see 
a cellular phone antenna mounted on one of the supports for the 
driver's side mirrors. I shifted over a lane so that there was an 
empty lane between his truck and my car, and slowly pulled up so 
I could get a good look, since the glimpse I got of him in the 
mirror -- and the hairy arm resting on the edge of the open 
window -- was promising. 
 
As I slowly edged up, I noticed that the door of the cab bore the 
words "Jed Adams Independent Trucking" in fancy script. As I 
pulled up even, I saw a big, bushy dark beard, mirror shades -- 
and a big grin on his face as he looked back at me! 
 
I slowed back down and drifted to where he couldn't easily see 
what I was doing in my car, donned my headset and called up 
directory assistance. It was a long shot, but it paid off when I 
actually got a number for a cellular phone registered to "Jed 
Adams Trucking." 
 
I dialed all of the number except for the last digit, which I 
punched in just as I pulled back up even with his cab. I heard it 
start ringing, and I saw the trucker lean a bit to one side, then 
hold something up to his face. 
 
"Jed here." His voice was deep and sexy with just a trace of some 
variety of southern accent. 
 
"You don't see many truckers with cellular phones." 
 
"Who is this?" 
 
"Red sports car, off to your left." 
 
He laughed, then said "Well, I'll be damned. What's on your 
mind?" 
 
"Nothing in particular; just in kind of a crazy mood, and I've 
just never talked to a trucker on a cellular phone on the freeway 
before. How about you?" 
 
I looked up at him as he said, "Gettin' my hands on that furry 
body of yours!" 
 
I gave myself a good grope as I replied, "Just what I wanted to 
hear!" 
 
"I've got to stop for diesel at the truckstop comin' up just 
before I-15; would y'all be interested in havin' a little chat 
face to face?" 
 
"Sure would!" His comment about diesel prompted a quick check of 
my gas gauge, which told me I needed gas myself. "I need fuel 
too, so I'll just follow you in." 
 
"Get your gas, then park -- I'll find you." 
 
"Will do." 
 
I hung up, then maneuvered my car in behind his truck and 
followed him off towards the truck stop. He headed for the diesel 
pumps, and I got my gas, then pulled into a relatively deserted 
part of the car lot. I tossed my stuff out of the passenger seat 
into the back, then unlocked the passenger door and sat back to 
wait. 
 
It wasn't long before the door opened and my furry friend dropped 
into the passenger seat. He seemed to be somewhere around 6 feet 
tall, and in pretty good shape. Although it looked like the fur 
on his chest was thicker than mine, his back was pretty much 
smooth, while I had a uniform carpet front and back. 
 
His beard was a dark brown, just starting to get streaks of grey 
at the temples and chin, about two inches long at the chin and 
neatly trimmed. 
 
He grinned at me and asked, "Whatever gave you the idea to call 
me, and how did you get the number?" 
 
"I got the number from information, and I called... well, partly 
because I'd never seen a truck with a cellular phone before." 
 
"... and?" 
 
I grinned back. "And because I liked what I saw in the cab." 
 
"When I saw you the first time -- all that fur, black beard, that 
big stogie, and that fat bulge in your shorts -- I was hoping 
you'd try and make contact somehow -- I just never expected the 
phone! I'm glad you did, though." 
 
"So am I." I started ruffling my fingers through his chestfur 
right over his breastbone, and after a moment, he did the same. 
After a moment, our hands drifted to nipples, and that led to a 
slow, gentle, LONG kiss. 
 
As our hands moved down from chests to crotches, our kissing got 
more energetic and urgent, until he finally broke away. 
 
"Let's go back to my truck and get in the sleeper; it's a lot 
more comfortable and private." 
 
"Sounds like a plan to me!" 
 
He helped me replace the roof panels, and I grabbed a small 
beltpouch from the trunk before we left the car. "Party favors," 
I said, and he grinned. 
 
I followed him back to his truck, and he had me climb into the 
cab while he checked out the truck. I quickly crawled back into 
the sleeper, and undressed, throwing my clothes out onto the 
passenger seat. 
 
The sleeper was surprisingly roomy, with what seemed to be a real 
mattress instead of a thin foam pad. I'd just finished sorting 
through my "party favors" when the driver's door opened. 
 
I heard him chuckle at the sight of my clothes in the passenger 
seat, and then he climbed up into the sleeper and started 
stripping. As soon as he'd finished, he snapped a flap closed 
over the opening into the cab. 
 
"There... that way, neither one of us will have our bare ass 
hanging out for the world to see!" 
 
"Speaking of which..." I grabbed his furry ass in both hands and 
rolled him over on top of me as we resumed kissing. We both got 
rock hard, and when we finally came up for air, he got a nasty 
twinkle in his eye, slid down my body and sucked my cock down to 
the base in one smooth swallow. 
 
He maneuvered himself so he was facing my feet to get a better 
angle on my dick; given the opportunity, I didn't pass up the 
chance to plug my tongue up his furry butthole. That made him 
groan and push his ass back into my face as he sucked harder on 
my dick. 
 
The way his butt was opening up to my tongue, I knew what he was 
really after, so I grabbed the appropriate items from my kit and 
pulled him back around. 
 
He grinned as I started lubing my dick and his asshole, and even 
wider when I handed him the bottle of poppers. 
 
"That's the real thing -- I've got a friend that makes 'em." 
 
He took a long hit. "Damn, these are the real thing... and 
they're doing just what they always do to me!" 
 
"What's that?" 
 
"Make me horny to get fucked!" 
 
He positioned himself astride me and slowly sank down onto my 
cock, snorting poppers the whole time. 
 
"Oh, yeah! Been a LONG time since I got a big dick up my ass!" 
 
He started slowly riding my dick up and down. I reached up and 
took hold of his meaty nipples as he started to stroke his dick 
in time with his dick-riding. 
 
After a bit, though, it became clear that the ceiling of the 
sleeper was too low for him to sit astride without cramping his 
neck, so he lay back and braced his feet on the ceiling as I got 
on top and slipped back into him. I started off slowly, but as 
his hands ran up and down through the fur on my back, I started 
picking up speed until we were making the whole cab rock back and 
forth. 
 
He tried to jerk off, but I pinned his arms above his head with 
one hand. That not only kept him from coming too soon, but it 
filled the air of the sleeper with the smell of his hot, sweaty 
armpits. 
 
"Yeah, Trucker -- you're gonna bust yer nut without even touching 
yourself with my big fat dick pounding up yer ass, huh?" 
 
"Fuck me harder!" 
 
"You're gonna splatter that chest fur with a big load of hot Bear 
Juice, ain't ya?" 
 
"Fuck me HARDER!" 
 
"Just remember, you ASKED for it!" 
 
I let go of his wrists so I could grab onto his shoulders with 
both hands. I curled his body up a bit tighter to raise his ass 
and give me a little better angle, then really started pounding 
it to him -- not just fast strokes, but letting him feel my 
crotch slamming against his ass instead of pulling back for the 
next thrust. 
 
A little more adjusting, and I was able to get my teeth and 
tongue on his nipples, which set off a new round of moaning and 
groaning. After chewing his tits for a while, I licked my way up 
his neck and shoved my tongue into his mouth. 
 
As I'd noticed when we first started, kissing seemed to get Jed 
hot, *fast*. We hadn't been tongue-wrestling long when he started 
moaning about being close. I braced his arms above his head again 
to keep his hands off his dick, and picked up my tempo. 
 
"Yeah, you sleazy fucker -- make that dick spit all over your 
belly fur! Show me how much you like my dick pounding up your 
horny butthole with a big load of hot cream splatterin' all over 
you! Let's see if you can hit yourself in the face, huh?" 
 
"Oh yeah... Yeah... YEAH... *YEAH* -- AAAIIIIGGHH!!!! FUCK! 
YEAH!" 
 
True to my urging, the first big gob of his cum landed right on 
his chin, the next one landed in between his nipples, and the 
rest landed in his belly fur. His twitching asshole took me to 
the edge, and I pulled out of his hole, moved up his bucking body 
and unloaded my wad all over his beard. 
 
One gob hit him high on the cheek; another one matted down the 
left side of his moustache, while a third joined his cum on his 
chin. I milked the last of it out onto my hand, then smeared it 
into one of the few dry spots left in his beard. 
 
I lay down on top of him, and he wrestled me over so that he was 
on top. In the ensuing kissing and snuggling, our combined cum 
was thoroughly smeared over both our chests and beards. 
 
Jed checked his watch, and said, "Awww, shit. I hate to fuck 'n 
run, but it's getting late, and I've got to get moving." 
 
"Yeah, me too -- and besides, we're in danger here." 
 
Jed looked shocked. "What do you mean?" 
 
I grinned. "If we don't separate soon, we might wind up glued 
together!" 
 
"I can think of worse fates!" 
 
I got dressed and sat in the passenger seat while Jed did the 
same, and when he slipped down into his seat I handed him one of 
my cards. 
 
"That's got my home and my car phone numbers on it, for anytime 
you're around and ready for a re-match." 
 
"Thanks! You can bet I'll use it. But this wasn't really 
necessary." 
 
"Why not?" 
 
He reached over and groped my crotch as he said, "You've already 
GOT my number!" 
 
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