Date: Thu, 08 Aug 2002 05:08:37 -0400
From: Mike Kliewer <bearly1dawg@hotmail.com>
Subject: Trucker's Load - Part 2

Trucker's Load - Part 2
By Michael Kliewer
bearly1dawg@hotmail.com

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Both the trucker and I stood frozen where we were.  How long had the cop
been standing there?  What was he going to do?  At that moment I was more
scared than I have ever been in my life.  I had been so careful all these
years, and now the first time I do something I get caught.  Didn't seem the
trucker was happy about it either.  "You guys look like you have been
breaking the law", the police officer said in a sarcastic manner.  "Seems to
me I should haul you both in, and let them prisoners have a chance at  your
asses".

He sidled up to me, and with his gloved hand, reached out and cupped my ass
cheek.  It was then that I recognized this cop. He was Zeke's brother Ken.
Ken was a big hulking guy.  He was the regional bodybuilding champ, and you
could tell. Ken usually had all his uniforms tailor made to fit his biceps,
and thighs.  I even think he had them taken in to show off his package.  Ken
looked a lot like his namesake Ken Caminetti, one of my favorite baseball
players.  Dark, close-cropped hair framed is chiseled features, which looked
even more striking with the mirrored sunglasses. His chest bulging, and his
biceps streaked with veins, he was a man to be reckoned with.

"Or," he started  "I could take advantage of this situation."  As he ran his
hands down my chest, he playfully, yet firmly pinched my nipples, sending a
shock that impulsed right into my cock.  He also let his other hand slide
down to my balls, and pulled hard on them.  I was scared and nervous, but
fucking turned on as shit.  The trucker stood in the corner watching the
proceedings, and was slowly stroking his cock back up.  Seeing this Ken
backhanded the man across the face.  "Who the fuck told you to you could
play with your cock!!" The trucker jumped back at Ken; ready to start a
fight "Fuck you asshole, what are you going to do about it" Ken backed the
trucker to the wall. Standing toe to toe, and nose to nose, he barked his
demands  "You motherfucker, are in no position to bargain", "Your ass is
mine - literally"

The trucker's body language changed in that instant.  He understood that if
he were to get out of this mess he would have to go along with whatever Ken
had in mind.  With a firm hand Ken guided the trucker to his knees.  The
trucker looked up into those mirrored glasses, searching for some life.  All
he saw was his own distorted image, and his look of resignation on his face.
  "Pull down my zipper with your teeth, faggot" He trucker bent forward,
moved the flap of material away and grabbed onto the zipper with his teeth.
He slowly worked the mechanism down to the end.  "Now haul out my cock and
suck it!"

I was standing to the side of Ken as though I had been forgotten, but only
momentarily.  "Hey, football jock, get down on the floor and help your buddy
with his cock" I did what I was told.  I lay down on my back, and got
underneath the burly trucker and started sucking on his hard rod.  It still
tasted of my ass, and his cum, and that knowledge made me work it even more.
I closed my eyes and let the situation unfold above me.  I could tell Ken
was undressing as I could here his shirt rustle, and him undoing his Sam
Brown.  The trucker above me was working Ken's cock real well, and from his
movements had a pretty good rhythm going.  Occasionally, splashes of spit
would rain down on my face as he slicked up the cops weapon.

The action halted only briefly as Ken took off his boots and his pants.  I
stared up from the floor at this magnificent man and almost came at the
sight.  Ken then told me to move myself around so that he could squat down
over my mouth so I could eat his ass.  God you cannot imagine how much I
have wanted that.  I have always been attracted to a hot man's ass, but when
it is build like a truck, it sends me over.  As I watched his massive as
cheeks spread as he lowered himself down, I took notice of the dark curly
hairs around his pink hole.  The scent of his ass was pure man musk, mixed
with his sweat.  The moment that crack came into view my tongue lapped it
up.  It was tangy, but not unpleasant, actually it was down right delicious.
  Nothing like man-butt in the morning.

I was lost in my own world, but felt someone's mouth on my cock.  I was not
sure but I could have sworn it was the cop.  His warm mouth felt wonderful
on my straining member.  Who ever it was sucked cock like a pro.  He licked
it, played with it, bit it, and deep throated the sucker.  Then I could feel
another body over my cock, and suddenly the sensation of a hot hole sliding
down my shaft.  The trucker had lowered his ass down on my cock and Ken and
he were kissing passionately.  I could tell by the moans, and the body
movements that both men were in hog heaven.  The trucker took my 8-inch cock
to the base.  My pubes tickling his ass hairs sent shivers up my spine.
This was my first manhole, and I loved it.  I had manhole at my mouth, and a
hot manhole sitting on my prick, what more could a young stud want.

The trucker started to ride my cock up and down. First tentatively, then
bottoming out on the base.  He grabbed onto Ken's massive tits and was
mauling them with every thrust.  "Yeah, man ride that boy cock, feel that
quarterback fill you hole" Ken was cheering him on. "Fuck yeah man, rip my
tits off, rip these slabs off my chest". I was feeling his excitement with
every thrust.  His ass moved in time to the trucker's rhythm across my
tongue.  Ken pushed out with his hole, and my tongue made contact with the
tender pink flesh inside. He tasted terrific.  The more the trucker bounced
on my cock, the more Ken bounced on my tongue.  I knew I could not hold off
much longer, the feel of that hot hairy trucker butt sliding on my rod, was
going to make me shoot.  Just when I could take no more, he was forcibly
removed from my cock.

Ken hauled the man up and told him that he was not going to let either one
of us cum until he was ready for us too.  My cock drooled in anticipation,
but was not going to be allowed to shoot yet.  I was ready for anything at
this point.  Ken pulled me off the floor and demanded that I sit on the sit
ledge.  He then lifted my legs so that I was precariously perched on the
sink, with my back up against the mirror on the wall.  Without preamble, he
thrust his thick cock into my hole.  The pain was excruciating.  His cock
must have been at least 6 or 7 inches around, and the head was huge.  Even
after being fucked by the trucker, and his cum dripping from my hole, it was
still uncharted territory for the most part.  I screamed in pain, and was
rewarded with a slap to the face.  "Shut the fuck up, whore!" Ken barked.
"You will fucking take my dick and love it" was all he said.

I lay back, trying to relax, but being in this position, and having the hot
cops nightstick riding my ass it was not easy.  The trucker was not going to
be left out, and as Ken hammered away at my sore hole, slid his cock up
inside of Ken.  The hulking cop seemed to back up to the trucker's rod and
take it all the way.  Not loosing his rhythm inside of me, the two men
started their own tandem fuck.  The scene I was experiencing was nothing
like my fantasies.  It had crossed borders of sensuality I had not even
considered.  The power play, the masculinity, the hot unadulterated sex was
blowing my mind.  My cock leaked precum over my stomach, as my ass responded
to every move Ken made.

All of a sudden the door to the bathroom is opened and as the shadowed
figure appeared around the wall, I am too lost in my lust to worry about it.
  "Hey big brother, figured I would find you here" It was Zeke.  If he had
said nothing, I still think I would have known who it was.  The smell of
grease, and perspiration mixed with his subtle musk was undeniable.  Ken did
not stop his lustful pursuits.  He kept slamming his meat into my hole,
while taking the truckers rod up his own.  Ken just smiled over at Zeke, and
said, "Damn right I would be, found me some hot meat playing in the john,
and just had to have me some".  Zeke laughed, but moved closer to the
action.  His first move was to clasp his hand around my head, and draw
himself down to kiss me passionately on the lips.  His tongue urgently
explored my mouth, and tangled with my own invasive muscle.

Zeke and I stayed lip locked for what seemed an eternity.  His passion, and
lust came through like wildfire.  He slowly withdrew, opened his eyes and
stared directly into mine. "Been waiting a long time to do that Joey" he
said.  "Can't believe how sweet you taste, just like I imagined" Imagined?
What had Zeke wanted me the whole time, and I was too stupid to notice?  All
I could reply was that he was making a dream come true.  As the action
continued, Zeke slowly peeled off his work clothes, and revealing for the
first time the body I had lusted over each night for the last couple of
years.  The chest was strong, the hair across it straight and fine, it laid
a nice layer across tight pectorals.  He peeled the suit down, and exposed a
monster of a cock.  I had imagined perhaps 9 or 10 inches, but it had to be
at least 11 and in this state of arousal, just as thick as Ken's. The only
difference between them was that Zeke's cock was uncut, with a nice flap of
skin lying over the head.
Pulling off his work boots, Zeke then moved back over to me, and started to
suck on my nipples.  As with Ken playing with them, a shot of electricity
went down to my cock.  I could not believe this scene.  Here I was college
quarterback, legs up in the air, being fucked by a muscle stud cop, and the
cop being fucked by a burly trucker.  Then top it off, my handsome toned
grease monkey was sucking on my nipples, and working his way down to my
cock.  Zeke paused ever so slightly to stare back into my eyes, before
swallowing my cock whole.  It took but a few deep-throating actions to have
me ready to get my gun.  I screamed in ecstasy as my load shot forcibly into
Zeke's waiting mouth.  The constriction of my ass muscles must have sent Ken
over the top, because not shortly thereafter he was thrusting to the hilt
and screaming he was coming.  Not to be out done the trucker picked up the
pace of his fuck and was slamming his cock into the muscle cop.  Moments
later he was slapping Ken's ass and telling him to feel his load deep
inside.

The trucker withdrew his cock and sat down on the toilet directly behind
him. Exhausted, he looked fucking hot laid out. His body hair was soaked
with sweat, his cock pink with exertion, and the smell of sex was all over
him.  He closed his eyes in a look of pure satisfaction.  Zeke helped me
down off the sink, and let me stretch and get some feeling back into my
legs.  He did not however let Ken off as easy.  "Get your faggot cop ass
over here" Zeke ordered.  Ken, exhausted, but still not done, complied.
"Suck your brother's cock" Ken quickly got down on his knees and was sucking
Zeke's huge cock. He couldn't get it all the way down his throat, but a good
portion of it did go down.  He was a dog gone mad for a bone. He slurped,
and licked his brother's cock.  Ken grabbed his brother's hairy ass, and
pushed his cock further into his throat, almost making him gag.  Apparently
this was not the first time they had played.

Zeke grabbed his muscle stud brother's head and started to fuck his mouth.
"Take your little brother's huge donkey dick" "Suck it cop, suck it good"
Ken just kept going to town on Zeke's rod. It was slick with spit, and
seemed to grow even more with each thrust into the cop's hot mouth.  Zeke
pulled his cock out of Ken's mouth with a plop, and then started smacking it
against his face. "Yeah, you like cock, don't you cop?" "Yeah you like
sucking grease monkey cock, like the smell of grease around my balls" Zeke
was really getting into humiliating his older brother, and it seemed Ken
loved it. The cop's cock started to rise during the name-calling, and he was
visibly more excited to be sucking his brother's dick.

"Stand up and bend over the sink boy" as all Zeke had to say, and Ken
complied.  "Now we are going to see just how loose that hot trucker made
your sloppy whore hole" He guided the head of his cock to the used sphincter
of his older brother's ass. He pushed, and suddenly it slid in without
hesitation.  Zeke controlled the pressure, and slowly let his massive cock
stretch his brother's ass lips. "Yeah Ken, you love this donkey dick sliding
into your ass"  "You big muscle cop, love taking my nightstick don't ya?"
"Yes Sir" was all Ken had to say.  Zeke bent over the cops rippled back, and
leaned his pelvis in. The action slid the entire length and girth of his
cock into the bowels of the cop. Ken moaned loudly as he welcomed the
mechanics cock into the second sphincter deep inside.  The action was slow
and deliberate, not hurried. Zeke was a master at this and knew to get the
maximum advantage; he would tease his brother's hole with his cock. He would
pull his cock all the way back, and then slowly, watching every inch descend
into his brother's hole.  The sight of the massive cock, stretching,
filling, and controlling the muscle cop, got my cock hard again.
Instinctively I moved in front of Ken and positioned my cock at his mouth.
He didn't question the action, and took my cock into his mouth.  Zeke looked
at me across his brother's body, and winked.  He was making a connection
with me, one that would continue.

Zeke's thrust became faster, and Ken was meeting each one. It was like
watching a slinky toy.  The back end moved in proportion to the thrusts, and
the front in opposite reaction.  We had the rhythm going so steady that I
could have lasted for hours.  As I looked back into the stall the trucker
was putting on his clothes, but was not missing any of the action.  He was
just buttoning up his shirt when we made eye contact.  He walked over,
kissed me deeply and said "Thanks". He then moved his way around Zeke and
Ken and walked out of the men's room.  I suddenly became aware again of the
smells in the room. The heat had intensified, and the sweat, and the smell
of sex was overwhelming.  The sound of Zeke slapping his brother's heavily
muscled ass reverberated within the small space. He was demanding in his
sex, and forced Ken to take the entire length of his cock.  I grabbed Ken's
head and forced my cock into his throat. I was about to cum again, and
wanted total control.

Seeing my taking control, must have done something to Zeke, because his
breathing started to get more rapid, his thrusts intense, and I knew he was
about to blow. As if he was reading my mind, we both held out as long as
possible, but wanted to cum together. We wanted to fill both holes of this
cop with our spunk at that same time.   I started to shake, and then
screamed as my juice seemed to come from my toes, and exploded into the
waiting mouth of the cop. Zeke too little time in coating his older brothers
whore hole with his cum that seemed to last forever.  Zeke stayed deep
inside his brother, and let the exertion of the fuck descend.  He slowly
withdrew and you could feel the sense of satisfaction and relief from both
hot men.

As the three of us lay on the restroom floor, trying to catch our breaths,
and regain some strength, I found out that Zeke and Ken had been fucking for
years.  Apparently, Zeke caught Ken blowing his coach one day in the gym and
school, and from that day on, forced him to submit.  Ken admitted he had
always wanted to have Zeke's cock, but didn't think he would go for it.
Zeke said that Ken and he had been swapping men for some years, and most of
the time Ken would call him on the cell whenever he was coming out to the
rest area.  Apparently this place is a great spot, and they almost always
catch someone.   I laughed and told them that this was my first time, but
that it had really been a windfall.  The men looked at each other and
laughed.  Zeke leaned over and kissed me deep.  "Boy don't you know we both
have been waiting years for you to show up?"  I was stunned. How did they
know? Ken explained that he patrolled this area and had spotted me sometime
ago, scooping the place out.  He figured sooner or later I would stop in.
Zeke said he knew I was a cocksucker from the way I kept staring at him, and
he just wanted to wait until I was ready.  The fact that all three of us met
today was all coincidence, but one that we enjoyed. I told Zeke that anytime
he and Ken wanted this jock ass it was theirs.  They looked at each other,
kissed, and then grabbed me down on the floor with them.

The three of us regularly get together and have a great time.  Zeke and I
are pretty steady fuck buds, and who knows where that may lead. Every once
in awhile Ken will call and tell us to come down to the rest area for a
session, and undoubtedly he has someone in custody.  I have seen that
trucker only a couple of times since, but whenever he is in town we meet out
at the rest area.   It's our place.