Date: Wed, 22 Oct 2008 18:30:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: JB Truck Service

JB Truck Service 10

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Shutting the door and walking up behind, Chet wrapped his arms around me
and pressed his package against my ass. I felt his rough whiskers brush the
back of my neck and his warm breath on my ears as his palms slowly roved
around my stomach and below. He kissed the back of my neck and squeezed me
in a tight hug. He whispered in my ear, "Thanks for coming buddy. It's good
to see you again." I melted in his arms and the pain in my ass turned to a
hungry itch.

I turned around and we hugged each other briefly before looking each other
in the eye and giggling. He planted his tongue in my mouth and we kissed
passionately for what seemed like minutes as our cocks swelled in our
pants, begging to be let loose. "Man it is so good to see you. You have
been on my mind all week", he said again as we embraced.  He smiled and
said, "I'm horny, more than that I'm hungry. Let's eat. We can down later".

We sat and ate our food while the Sopranos played on the motel room
TV. Chet told me that his divorce was finalized earlier this week and that
he was free as a bird now. "Don't ever marry a woman just because you got
her pregnant," he kidded in a warning tone. I pondered and said, "I don't
think I will ever get to that point." He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, well I
still didn't know who I was when I was your age and got caught in the
trap. You are luckier than you think as you seem quite comfortable with
your sexuality".

"So do you have kids then?" I asked sheepishly. He nodded yes, "I have a
daughter about  17 years old." Pausing a little embarrassed like he said,
"She is just a year younger than you I guess. I was only 17 myself when I
got Tina pregnant." Chet got silent and I didn't know what to say. He
finally continued, " I`ve been on the road driving a truck most of the last
16 years or so and barely know either of them. They barely know me. I only
made it home every couple of weeks for a few days here and there. She's
been seeing another guy for over a year now and they're going to Vegas to
get married next month. I wont be missed."

He then smiled and said, "But I didn't mean to spoil the mood." He then
grabbed a couple of beers he had in the sink with ice and handed me
one. After we finished our food I asked Chet if I could take a shower. I
still felt dirty and messy from getting butt-fucked raw by the to ex-cons
earlier that evening and wanted to be clean for him. "Sure no problem", he
said. "You want to take one together?" he asked. That sounded good to me
and within minutes we were peeling off our clothes and stepping into the
small bathroom shower together.

The warm water felt good on me and standing in close quarters with Chet in
the buff made me feel good and warm. He might have been nearly twice my age
but he didn't seem older at all, he treated my like an equal. He lathered
me up and down with soap and scrubbed my back. Our cocks got nice and hard
as they rubbed up against one another and we engaged a bit of mutual
jacking all the while giggling and having some fun. Chet finally soaped up
his hand and slid it between my ass cheeks to clean up my love hole and I
flinched as it was still pretty sore.

The soap made it burn a little when his rough hand probed my swollen
pucker, but I welcomed his grooming moves. "Oooh, you are a little swollen
down there, you weren't kidding were ya? Well let's get my ass nice and
clean. You can just fuck me tonight and give yours a break". The shower was
a bit too small for much play so once we got done mutually cleaning
ourselves we stepped out and got dried off. Skipping the whole getting
dressed thing, we just went straight to the bed.

Before we got to heavy into crawling and slithering all over each other,
the cowboy trucker reached into his duffel bag and grabbed a big bottle of
lube and set it on the night stand. As I laid on my back he straddled over
me on his hands and knees and began kissing and licking me all
over. Humping and gyrating his hard cock back and forth against mine, he
ran his hands through my hair and kissed my neck and  sucked my nips. "Man
you are just something special buddy", he whispered.

He knelt up for a moment and poured some of the lube across my cock and
stomach, rubbing my front down nice and slick. He then laid back down over
me and continued grinding our slippery wet cocks back and forth while we
kissed. We continued this supercharged foreplay of mock fucking and rubbing
until I thought I was going to cum. He knelt back up again and lubed my
cock up some more, jacking his rough hand up and down on my throbbing rod.

He then slid forward straddling my cock and sat his ass slowly down. He
reached behind and gripped my rod, guiding it to his nest as he pushed down
on me. The pressure of his tight asshole bent my cock almost painfully for
a second until it just popped in. Once the pressure released the warm wet
sensation of his velvety asshole engulfed my wick. That first sink is
always the best. He shut his eyes and dropped his hairy square jaw in
pleasure as he sat all the way down onto my shaft.

He bounced up and down on my cock grunting and panting as I rolled my eyes
back into my head. The cowboy stud took to getting it in the ass with a
hunger that belied his studly demeanor. He soon broke stride and laid down
on me face to face and we kissed some more as he slid his chute back and
forth on my cock. He then wrapped his arms around me and we rolled together
over on his back, with me now on top of him. Leaning back he looked me in
the eyes and flickered his tongue out at me wickedly, "Come on, give it to
me good buddy".

As I began slamming his ass as hard and fast as I could he wrapped his legs
around my ass and squeezed me into him. He extended his hands out and
clasped my skull and pulled me to his face and we kissed and tongued as I
fucked his tight cowboy trucker hole. His legs were gripping me so tight it
made it hard to fuck. My bucking movements were OUR bucking movements. The
bed was now squeaking and slapping as I banged his ass. I thought the
neighbors were sure to hear us.

"Uh, Uhh, Oh yeah. Fuck me buddy!" he moaned as my 150lb body gave him all
I had. The neighbors would surely hear that. His body shuddered slightly
and I felt a warm wet sensation splash across my stomach. "Oh yeah, you get
me off bud!" he grunted as his cock continued shooting warm jizz between
us. As his load was running out he pulled me down to him and we kissed some
more as I got to my own climax. He held my skull in a lock just inches from
his face and we stared into each other's eyes as I let my seed loose in his
chute. I finished pumping him full of my warm man juice we kissed some more
and breathed hard.

When I was finished I fell on  top of him and we laid there together for a
while. I eventually rolled over to his side and we laid together kissing
and cuddling for a short time as our wet juices began to become cold
puddles between us.  Hours later we hadn't gotten very far. It had long
since been dark outside and we had sucked each other's cocks and shared our
juices some more. His 8" tool was thick and hairy, making a great tasty log
for the sucking.  For a studly cowboy trucker, he was as enthusiastic at
sucking my 18" year old boy meat just as much.

After a few more beers we were both getting groggy and the TV news had
gotten over. "You staying here with me tonight?" he asked.  I nodded
yes. We laid there looking at each other and cuddling. Out of all the sex I
had been having in the past month at and around work, getting together with
this guy was something else all together. It was more like, well...making
love. For a big gruff guy well older than I, he treated my as an equal and
with respect, with love and passion.

We slept in a bit in the morning rubbing against each other and cuddling as
we transitioned from a dead sleep to being awake. It felt so natural. I
didn't have to be at work as it was Saturday and neither one of us were in
a hurry to get up. Finally as the light pierced our bliss we awoke and
found ourselves looking at each other again as if we both wanted and
understood.

Running his hands through my hair he said, "Man I could get used to waking
up every morning with you buddy". Feeling the same rising heat I squeezed
him and said, "Me too". He then laid back on his pillow and looked at the
ceiling and pondered. I got worried for a minute that he had regretted what
he said. He finally began talking. "So, what if you could? What is your
situation right now? What are you doing as far as your job, school or
whatever? What is the story with your parents?" I had a feeling where this
was headed and answered, "I graduated High School last May and I'm
scheduled to start going to community college here pretty soon. I am just
working at the parts store to have some spending money, my Dad got me the
job there." I went on to explain the lay of the land relative to my life or
the next few minutes.

The cowboy trucker finally took a deep breath and said, "This might sound
wacky and wild, but why don't you come on the road with me in the truck for
a week or two. You don't have to start college for another month. We could
spend all day with each other, you could sleep with me in the truck and see
the country. I get all over the place from one end of the country to the
other. It would be like a road trip vacation before you have to start
school. I can pay for all your food or whatever, even talk to your boss at
work if I have to".

I laid there silent and listened as he laid out his offer. I wanted to go
but it was not my boss at work I was worried about. It was how I would
explain to my parents I was going to run off on the road with some stranger
in a truck out of the blue. How would that look or be explained. They would
pick it apart in a minute. I finally spoke, "I would love to come with you
man, but I don't know about my parents. I mean I'm 18 and all, but they
aren't gonna like it if I go tell them I am quitting my job to go riding
with you on the road. It would lead to a lot of curiosity and questions I
would have to answer".

Chet let out a sigh and sat up. With a bit of an edge he said, "Well that
is up to you I guess little buddy. If you want to go, let me know because I
need to be on the road by noon. But you need to know there will come a
point in your life where you need to stand on your own, make your own
choices and be yourself without fear of what others - even your parents
will say or think. It's part of being a man. I wish I would have done that
when I was your age, before I threw 17 years of my life away living a lie
for other people." He then got up and went into the bathroom and started
taking a piss.

I just sat there in a fury of emotional disconnect. I was falling for this
guy hard, and had been falling for him since I met him a couple weeks
ago. Now he gives me this ultimatum, a forced choice, a crossroads. To
choose him, I would have to face some music at home and stand on my own two
feet. On the other hand I feared if I didn't, I might not see him again. I
knew in the back of my mind such a choice would come in m life, but not so
fast and not so unplanned.

He came back and sat next to me and said, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to
lecture you and lay all that on you buddy. You are not me and your choices
aren't the same as mine were." I mustered the courage to ask, "You really
want me to come with you in the truck? What would be like?". He answered,
"I drive about 12 hours a day on average. I have to stop every so many
hours and rest by law, mostly at truck stops and rest areas. We would spend
all day every day together in the cab. It's pretty big, but we would be in
tight quarters. You got to like being on the road because there aint
nothing else but that. "

He went on, "Look buddy, I like you a lot and having you with me in the
truck would really be a lot of fun for both of us. We could have all the
sex we want and you can see a different part America every day. Maybe you
would like it, maybe you would'nt. I've spent my life on the road and I
couldn't have it any other way." He paused and tried to gauge my
reactions. "Look if you don't like it we will be back here in as soon as a
week. If you do like it, you can spend as long as you want with me out
there. I own my own truck, don't answer to anyone. What ever you want to do
either way, we are still friends".

I pondered for a moment as I looked over this 6' tall cowboy trucker
sitting naked in front of me with his flaccid 8" cock laying on the white
motel sheets between his legs. Worrying about the story I would have to
tell at home later,  I got the guts up to say it, "I want to be with you
Chet, I want to go!"

To be continued in new series "Riding With Chet"