Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2008 18:21:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: JB Truck Service 6

JB Truck Service 6

By Gruntraq - Comments welcome gruntraq@yahoo.com

A few days after I had my lunch time fuck with Chet, the trucker from
Toledo I was well into my day of running back and forth from the parts
counter, jerking my meat, and trying to scam the next dirty raunchy
sex-capade at work. I had gone over to James and Ted's place a couple of
times after work for some hot three-way play, but something about the
sneaky and sporadic sex in and around the shop was just a much bigger
turn-on. My 18-year old body was responding to all this sexual energy by
wanting more. It was all I thought about morning noon and night.

About mid-afternoon James handed me a part number on a piece of paper for a
big O-ring seal. "Go fetch this and take to it Jonny in the oil bay - he
needs it now". Jonny was a grease monkey, a rough older guy that looked in
his late 40's or early 50's.  He looked haggard and rough like he had done
a lot of drugs and drinking in his time, someone who could still kick your
ass despite his age. Jonny didn't talk much and when he wasn't in the
basement pit changing oil under the trucks, he was out behind the shop
chain smoking.

He had some long faded tats that you could see creeping up his neck from
his blue overalls of spider webs and whatnot - that stuff from the
`70s. His face was pockmarked and rough and he always had a couple days of
dark stubble with a big overgrown untrimmed mustache that screamed Charles
Manson.  James had told me he did time some time at San Quentin back in the
day and pretty much kept to himself. "Just leave him alone, he does not
play well with others", I had been told.

So I found the seal and went out to the shop to take it down to him. We had
a large basement pit area under the oil bay. There was a narrow steel
stairway in the back corner of the shop down to the pit where Jonny
worked. There was only a small opening in the roof under the area where the
truck's engine was, a work area where the oil was drained and sent into
storage barrels off to the side. The basement space was pretty good sized
however as there were rows and aisles of steel racks upon which various
filters, gaskets and other relevant parts were stored. It was a dark dank
place that smelled of used oil and had been off my daily cleaning rounds -
forever shrouded in mystery.

As stepped down the steep stairs and made my was through the dark labyrinth
of steel shelving of the pit to where Jonny was, careful not to bump my
head on the low hanging steel beams that supported the concrete floor
overhead. When I got to Jonny, I handed him the plastic package that
contained the O-ring saying, "James said you needed this". He looked at me
and the part with a disinterested sneer, grabbing it from me with his black
grubby hands. Tossing it to the steel table to his side grabbed a can of
Copenhagen from his pocket and cracked it open. The sour and pungent odor
of the chewing tobacco filled the air as he pinched a healthy wad and
placed it in his mouth.

Handing it toward me he said, "You chew?". I just nodded negative, "No -
thanks though". He just sneered at me again and gave me a look like some
worthless little pussy boy as he adjusted the tobacco in his lower lip with
his tongue. As I started to turn and leave he said, "I heard you're a
cocksucker". A jilt of threat and embarrassment fell across me for a split
second. "Boy this gets around the shop", I thought to myself. Before I
responded he grabbed his dick through his blue overalls and squeezed
it. "You want to suck mine rookie? Or are you too good to suck and old
fucker like me?" I was on the spot and just stood there in a brief
freeze. "Come on, we can dot it right down here real quick. Wont take too
long".

I looked down at his greasy hands grappling at his package and felt mine
grow a tinge. "Sure", I responded.  He smiled and said, "Come on, over
here." He passed by my and motioned for me to follow him down a narrow
aisle between two steel racks into a dark recess of the storage basement
where nobody could see or hear us. "This is good, if anyone comes down here
we can hear them coming ", he said with an evil grin. "This is my little
private place". He then grabbed a roll of paper towels from the shelf next
to him where there were a few porn magazines and a jar of Vaseline, and
used it to wipe the black oil and dirt from his hands.

Tossing the blackened paper towel into a small waste basket he said, "The
other guys like to jack off upstairs in the restroom, but I hang out down
here. Nobody every fucks with me down here." He spit some Copenhagen on the
floor and rubbed his cock some more and readjusted his check in his mouth
again. "Your little buddy Ted likes to come down here and fool around a lot
too. Let's see who is the best cocksucker rookie."

Pulling down the zipper than ran from his neck to his crotch, he slowly
exposed the thick grey and black tuft of hair that covered his heavily
tattooed chest. Skulls, demons, chains, barbed wire and webs covered almost
every square inch of his torso. As he unzipped all the way down, he slipped
the overalls off his broad shoulders and let them fall to the floor around
his knees.

Dressed commando, his semi-hard sweaty cock sprung out of captivity and
swung low and heavy like a tree branch in the wind. His arms covered from
wrist to chest with tats reached down, his hands grasped his meat and
jacked it a couple of times as it inflated with pressurized blood. I knelt
to the floor and assumed the position in front of this rough old fucker and
began to mouth his growing meat.

His cock was about 6-7" in size and covered with spindly dark and grey
hairs. Having handled it a lot with greasy hands, he tasted of sweat, piss
and motor oil as I began to run my tongue around his mushroom tip and lunge
onto his shaft. "That's it rookie, suck my cock. Suck my cock!" he grunted
as his rough blackened hands clasped my skull and guided himself deeper
into my mouth.

As I worked him, I tasted the sweet sticky ooze of pre-cum in my
mouth. Turning me on and increasing my desire I started sucking him faster
and more aggressively. "Oh, yeah rookie...come on and suck that cock!" he
grunted as he started pumping my face with his hips. He then grabbed a
bottle of poppers from the shelf and inhaled as I worked his stinky
meat. "Ooohh, yeah rookie you are a good cocksucker!", he moaned. He then
offered me a quick hit of the magic bottle and I got back to sucking his
ex-con cock.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled his cock from my mouth and started
jacking it off. Taking another hit of poppers, he grabbed my jaw with one
hand and jacked his cock with the other, aiming it at my gaping mouth. "Oh,
yeah rookie I'm gonna cum on your face!", he grunted with a sneer. "Here I
come!". In an instant he began shooting his hot boiling cream into my mouth
and across my face.

Four pumps of sweet warm rope later I took his sloppy wet dick into my
mouth and sucked the last drops of seed from his piss slit. He then pulled
out again and wiped my face with the tip of his meat, slowly herding the
stray jizz from my face and chin back into my mouth. "Yeah, come on rookie
you gonna lick up all Jonny's load and swallow it up."

As his cock shrunk to a wet sticky rubbery member I continued to suck him
dry and lick up the last bits of his juice he put in my mouth. "Good job
rookie. You can come down here and see me whenver you want." I stood up and
wiped my mouth with my forearm and mustered, "That's cool". He put his
sloppy dick back into his blue overalls and zipped them up. Putting a
cigarette in his mouth he said, "Next time I'd like to fuck that tight
little ass of yours rookie. You up for that?" I just smiled and said, "Sure
- anytime."

He let out a sneering laugh and said, "Good! Well you better get back
upstairs before they think you're off sucking cock somewhere rookie. I
gotta go have a smoke". I made my way back out of the dark back recesses of
the basement with my mouth tasting like dick and headed for the employee
restroom. I had to blow a load off so fucking bad!.

To be continued.