Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2003 17:42:54 EST
From: SCASS3254@aol.com
Subject: On The Road With Trucker Jack

				On The Road With Trucker Jack
				By scass3254@aol.com

	Carl Swenson's fingers dwarfed the cutting knife as he methodically
cut onions for supper. His calloused hands moved along the chopping board
with an alacrity that was unusual for a big-boned man standing over six
feet tall. He stood there in his overalls without a shirt revealing broad
shoulders that knew hard work. His farmer's tan revealed the line where his
shirtsleeve began and his massive forearms and hands were brown from the
sun's rays.

	 Born of Swedish stock, he was fair-skinned and had crystal clear
sky blue eyes that darkened when he was angry which wasn't often. His once
blond hair was now streaked with gray. He was still muscular but age had
started to put the weight around his middle. He had a fondness for ice-cold
beer on occasion that he enjoyed after working out in the fields tilling
the soil in the hot sun. Not that he was a drinker. He knew that drinking
and staying out late at night would be economic suicide as he was barely
eking out a living. The drought had killed his crops and the banks weren't
enthusiastic about lending money to a struggling farmer. Occasionally he
went into town to blow off steam but he hadn't been there in months. Carl
didn't have anybody in his life and at fifty-five he didn't know if he
would ever find someone.

	He placed the onions into a hot frying pan and heard them sizzle as
they danced in the hot butter. It was a special sound and watching the
onions as they began to caramelize was making him hungry.  With a wooden
spatula he stirred them carefully then lowered the heat. As they cooked, he
set the table for dinner. He always set the table for himself, a carryover
from when his mother was alive. He pushed back the hair from his handsome
face and looked at Buck and Moe, his two golden retrievers who lay by the
stove watching him work. He had rescued them from the pound and they had
responded with love and affection.

	"Soon boys," he cooed to them in a masculine voice. "Dinner will be
ready and it's something that you both love. He smiled and his teeth were
even. His was a strong face with a broad chin and chiseled features and the
crowfeet around his eyes added to his ruggedness.


	Trucker Jack was sweating profusely. His denim shirt was soaked
through as he trudged up the hot, dusty road to the house that he had
spotted on the hill. Mopping his forehead with his handkerchief, he ran his
hand through his beard that was now slick with sweat. Walking was hard work
in his scuffed Red Wings and his feet ached. His pickup truck, towing his
stockcar had overheated and now stood on the side of the road with a broken
fan belt. He was stuck and hopefully whoever lived in the house on the hill
would be able to help him.

	As he approached the house he was glad that it was still light
out. The thought of having to sleep in the car was something that he hadn't
planned on doing.

	 He walked up a dirt road past a field of freshly plowed fields and
watched a hawk in flight looking for its supper. Jack hadn't eaten all day
and was not only hungry but exhausted and needed a shower. How Jack longed
for an ice-cold beer. He could taste it as the heat of the afternoon had
sapped whatever energy he had left. As he approached the house, the fence
that surrounded the property was freshly painted. Flowerboxes framed the
entrance of the house as he walked up the driveway. A large oak tree shaded
a side of the house.  The front lawn was freshly mowed and the sweet smell
of grass filled Jack's nostrils.

	Carl saw the dogs suddenly stir from where they were laying; their
heads snapping back and they were on their feet, their ears cocked. He
watched their bodies, now stiff and alert listening to sounds that Carl
couldn't hear. When they both scrambled towards the front of the house
barking, Carl knew that something or someone was out there.

	The sound of dogs barking startled Jack as he stood on the porch.
Starched lace curtains fluttered in the open window. Jack hoped that the
dogs were friendly and not guard-dogs thinking that he was trying to break
into the house. Their barking sounded ferocious and Jack thought it best
that he make a hasty retreat.

	Carl watched at the dogs ran to the front of the house and he
followed to see what was causing them to bark. He hadn't heard a car drive
up but trusted the dog's sense of hearing.

	He opened the door and saw a large man walking away as the dogs ran
to Jack.

	"They won't bother you," Carl said. "They're friendly." They began
to jump on Jack and lick him. "Moe, Buck," Carl shouted. "Leave the man
alone." The dogs did as they were told.

	Jack turned and walked towards the house. "Sorry to bother you,"
Jack said, "but my truck broke down and I saw your house."

	"Shit," Carl muttered and ran back into the house leaving Jack
standing there petting the two large dogs who were licking and sniffing
him. In a moment Carl returned. "I'm sorry but I had something on the stove
and I didn't want it to burn. Come on in. Forgive my manners but it's not
very often that I get company. I'm Carl Swenson and you already met Buck
and Moe."

	"I'm Jack Armstrong."

	"Jack, you look hot and tired."

	"I'm beat. Just finished a race at the Bradsville racetrack and the
fan belt went as I was driving home."

	"Would you like to share dinner with me? I have plenty." Carl knew
that he was pushing it but wanted this man to stay.

	"I don't want to trouble you. I just wanted to know if there's a
garage close by that can replace a busted fan belt."

	"There's one down the road but Zeke Carter is closed for a death in
the family. I might be able to help."

	"Much appreciated."

	They walked into the neatly furnished house and then into the
kitchen where the smell of onions had Jack salivating.

	"That smells awfully good," Jack said looking around the brightly
painted room. Jack looked at the big man stirring onions and didn't think
that he had decorated the house. It was feminine with frills and chintz.

	"Just onions but I have a big steak that's enough for all of us
ready for grilling." He pointed to the dogs. "The boys can't wait."

	"Are you sure, it's no trouble?"

	Carl smiled, his blue eyes sparkling in friendliness.  "I don't get
much company so I'd appreciate if you stayed. There's a pond right out back
if you want to cool down. It's spring fed and always cool. After working
all day, I just finished taking a dip and somehow it revived me.  It'll
take the heat and the tired out of you. There's soap and shampoo in a can
which you can't miss."

	Jack looked at Carl and smiled. Maybe a busted fan belt was
serendipitous. He looked at this handsome man and wondered if he was
gay. "I'd love to take a dip. I'm sweating like a hog and my feet are
killing me."

	Carl went into a closet and brought out a large towel. "Right out
back around twenty-five feet from here. I'll make the salad while you're
taking your swim."

	Jack walked out towards the pond with the dogs close behind. He
stood at the water's edge and reached down and felt the cold water. Jack
slowly took off his denim shirt and placed it down on the grass. Jack had a
broad back and as he reached down to unlaced his boots, his jockey shorts
creped up over his beltline. He took off his boots along with his socks.

	Carl watched the man with the cherubic face and dark green eyes
that were alert like an eagle. He tried not to be obvious but somehow he
didn't care. Carl wanted to reach out and touch the big man with the round
belly as he undressed. Carl felt his dick harden and pressing against his
overalls.

	Jack unbuttoned his belt and dropped his pants and stood there in
his jockey shorts. The sight of Jack standing there made Carl so hot that
he squeezed his nipples until they were hard and sensitive.

	Jack's rounded buns pressed against his briefs, and the outline had
Carl standing at the window playing with his hardened erection. Rivulets of
sweat ran down Jack's back as he put his fingers into the waistband and
like a stripper slowly slipped them off sensing that Carl was watching.

	Carl stared at Jack's beautiful ass and his thick, muscular legs
and knew that he wanted this man more then anything. Jack turned and faced
the house and Carl gasped when he saw Jack's fleshy chest with large round
nipples, his smooth belly and his thick piece of meat. Carl was leaking pre
cum and reached into his overalls and felt the thick, sticky liquid and
tasted it. It was syrupy.

	Jack entered the water and let out a cry, a whoosh sound as the
cold water shocked his body. He began to swim with the dogs barking at the
water's edge. Jack swam from one end of the pond to the other and then
soaped himself and shampooed getting the heat and dirt from the day
off. When he was clean, he came out of the water and stood there, water
running down his beefy chest, his skin glistening in the fading sun as he
toweled his body. He paid particular attention his genital area rubbing the
soft cotton against his crotch. Carl watched and thought he was going to
cum he was that excited.

	Jack walked back to the house with his shirt off and Carl noticed
the strong muscular arms and thick body. This was a man who was use to
work. He wondered what he did for a living. Jack entered the house.

	"You were right. The water did pick me up."

	The smell of basil filled the room and Jack saw the salad with
fresh garden lettuce, tomatoes and onions on a sideboard.

	"Do you always eat this way?" Jack said with a smile in his voice.

	"I work this farm by my lonesome and eating well keeps up the
energy."

	"No wife?" Jack threw it out waiting for Carl to respond.

	"No wife. Never been married. Never had the time. My mom and I
lived here until she died a few years ago." "Are you married?" He asked
Jack.

	"Not with a woman. Had a few men lovers but they didn't last
long. I'm a long distance hauler and away from home for long stretches of
the time. Just didn't work out." Jack looked to see Carl's reaction and how
he would react.

	The smile on his face told Jack what he wanted to know.

	 "I was hoping that you might be gay," Carl said. "When you were
out there swimming in the pond, I wanted to reach out and touch you. I get
lonely and seeing you naked filled me with lust and desire that I haven't
known in a long time. I'm gay but haven't been with a man since I went to a
state fair and that was over five years ago."

	Jack felt his heart go out to Carl who stood there with a wooden
spoon in his hand. Jack walked over to Carl wrapped him in his arms and
kissed him softly on the lips. It was done with tenderness as his tongue
traced the outside of Carl's mouth. Carl moaned and he grabbed Jack and
held him tightly, his head against Jack's shoulder. Jack ran his hand
through Carl's hair and they stood there in a heated kitchen with two dogs
watching as they embraced.

	"I think the your onions are burnt to a crisp," Jack said with a
laugh in his voice.

	Carl quickly shut off the stove and came back to Jack and now
kissed him. It was tentative at first, unsure, someone that was
inexperienced but eager and Jack responded by placing his tongue gently
into Carl's mouth.  Jack tasted the sweetness of basil as their tongues
touched. Now their kisses were more sensual and passionate. Jack slipped
off one of the straps holding Carl's overalls and gently ran his hand over
Carl's smooth, fleshy chest. Jack took Carl's nipple into his mouth and
began to suck, his tongue and mouth making love to Carl's nipples.

	"Oh, sweet mother," Carl moaned as Jack sucked like a calf at his
mother's utter on one of Carl's nipples while his thumb and forefinger
massaged the other nipple until it was rigid in his fingertips. "I dreamed
it would be like this," Carl kissed Jack's head.

	"What do you say we go into the bedroom," Jack advised and Carl
smiled and Jack kissed him.

	They walked up the stairs to the old beamed house and entered a
large room with a fireplace. There was a canopied bed and Jack assumed that
this was Carl's mother's room that Carl had moved into after she had
died. Carl turned on a lamp and admired Jack. Jack reached out and took
Carl's hand and led him to the bed. They both undressed and Jack looked at
Carl's hard-on. It was stiff and large with a blue vein running down the
length of it. He was circumcised with a big, beautiful mushroom head that
Jack wanted in his mouth.

	"I don't want to disappoint you," Carl said.

	Jack placed his mouth over Carl's lips and began to kiss him
tasting him. He felt Carl's chest and nipples as his hand moved down to
Carl's soft mound. Jack's fingers lingered there feeling the soft, silky
hair and then gently touched Carl's throbbing cock. Jack's hands moved
around the bulbous head and then down the shaft and back to the
head. Quickly he got between Carl's legs that were big and strong and he
kissed the inside of Carl's thighs. Carefully, he licked Carl's balls,
Jack's tongue moving in small circles as Carl moaned with pleasure. Slowly,
Jack made his way toward the bottom of the shaft of Carl's cock. It was
thick and Jack licked it moving up the shaft slowly until his tongue tasted
the pre cum that was running down Carl's cock like juice from ripe
fruit. Carl quivered and Jack knew that Carl would explode if he didn't
slow down. This was one randy man who needed and wanted someone in his arms
and Jack aimed to please.

	"Please don't make me cum," Carl pleaded. "It's been so long and I
want it to last."

	"And it will." Jack entwined his fingers with Carl and they held
each other, the warmth of their bodies as they hugged and kissed each
other.

	"Thank you Jack," Carl said.

	"For what?"

	"For being patient, kind and gentle with me for understanding my
needs. I live in a world of solitude, just the dogs and me and I try to
think what it would be like to have someone share my life. I often think of
selling the farm and moving to a place where I might." He kissed Jack with
a smoldering kiss and grabbed Jack's organ. "I would move somewhere where
being gay wasn't a sin. I just want to be happy and today you have made me
very happy."

	Jack's tongue moved down Carl's body, his fingers touching the tips
of Carl's nipples like a butterfly's wings. He touched other parts of
Carl's body, that sent shock waves of excitement through him. When he
placed his tongue on Carl's cock, Carl's cock twitched
involuntarily. Jack's tongue licked the velvet head and slowly moved his
mouth around the head licking at the ridge before moving down the shaft. He
did it with slowness as Carl thrashed his ass on the bed. Carl had big
watermelon buns and Jack grabbed and squeezed them making Carl cry out in
joy. Jack spread Carl's legs apart and lifted them and began to lick at the
underside of his balls and perineum.

	"Oh sweet mother," Carl cried out as Jack's tongue licked fast and
furiously and his fingers moved toward Carl's ass. His fingers lingered at
Carl's hole and Jack debated if Carl could handle it.

	"I'm going to ease my finger into your ass. If it hurts or you
don't want me to do it, I won't. But I know that you will love the
feeling."

	"Yes, I'm all yours, Carl cried out as Jack wet his fingers and
gently pushed on Carl's asshole as he slowly sucked on his dick. He heard
Carl moan and then relax as the finger slipped past his sphincter. "Does it
hurt? Jack asked with concern.

	"No, it feels good. I feel full."

	Jack finger moved slowly snaking its way into Carl's ass. Jack
sucked on the head of Carl's cock as he finger moved deeper within the
recesses of Carl's ass. Jack began to move his finger within Carl and he
cried out now with pleasure as Jack finger-fucked him, massaging his
prostate as he sucked on his cock. Jack loved sucking and considered
himself an expert and knew that Carl was getting ready to unload and Jack
wanted to taste his load knowing that this was going to be a big one.

	"You're going to make me cum," Carl cried out as Jack sucked away
his mouth open to take what he knew would be an explosion.

	Jack's finger thrust deep into Carl's ass and he knew Carl was
ready when his sphincter clamped down on his finger and he began to moan
and then cry out as juice began to fill Jack's mouth. It was like lava
running down a mountain as the hot semen spurted out hitting the back of
Jack's throat. Jack tasted the ambrosia as it filled his mouth then
swallowed it. Carl called out Jack's name as he emptied his load into
Jack's mouth. Some of it ran down the side of Jack's mouth that he licked
with his fingers like a kid eating melted ice cream running down a sugar
cone.  When Carl finally went limp, Jack kissed the head of Carl's cock and
lay down next to him.

	Carl kissed Jack and began to make love to his nipples as he moved
down to Jack's belly and felt his smooth chest as he ran his hand back and
forth across Jack's belly. He placed his face in the mound of Jack's pubic
hair and nuzzled his face in the soft hairs smelling soap. Jack was not big
but his dick was thick and Carl wanted it inside of him.

	"Would you fuck me?" He said it almost apologetically. "I never had
a man inside of me and know that your finger in me felt wonderful." He
began to suck Jack's cock that was now stiff and hard.

	"Are you sure?"

	Carl licked Jack's balls. "I'm sure.

	"Do you have protection?"

	"Yes." Carl reached into a night table and pulled out a rubber and
lubricant. "I used the lubricant to jerk off with."

	Jack rubbed the lubricant inside Carl's ass that had been opened by
the fingering. Carl was hot and moved on Jack's fingers and Jack rubbed his
cock against the crevice of Carl's ass. His cheeks were large and firm and
Jack kissed them and Carl moaned. Jack put on the rubber and then made sure
the air was out and lubricated it and lay next to Carl.

	"If I hurt you let me know. It will hurt when I penetrate you."

	Carl was anxious and Jack pushed the head of his cock against
Carl's ass and heard Carl grunt. Carl spread his cheeks apart with fingers
so they widened and Jack felt his dick slide in. He felt Carl's heavy
breathing and Jack didn't move letting Carl get use to his dick inside of
him. When Carl rocked back and forth, Jack inched his way in slowly
stopping to let Carl get use to his cock that was now straining like a dog
at a leash. Carl began to move his ass slowly and Jack was surprised but
loved the feeling as they began to move as one.

	"Oh, Jack, it feels good with you inside me."

	Jack started slowly like a train coming out of the station and
began to move faster and Carl cried out as Jack was fucking him, now moving
faster and faster. Jack watched as his dick entered and came out of Carl's
buns and Carl was waiting for Jack's thrusts lifting his hips and ass to
take all of Jack. Sweat poured from both of them as Jack kissed Carl's neck
as Carl moaned with pleasure as Jack was taking him. They moved together as
if they belonged as one and Carl began to whimper as Jack's thrusts filled
him.

	"Oh, oh," he whimpered then began to shout as Jack's dick rubbed
against his prostate. "I'm going to cum again." He unloaded and Jack felt
the spasms as Carl continued to move his ass and squeeze the juice from his
cock. Jack was crazy with lust and pumped until he felt himself being
released and he cried out, "I'm coming and unloaded a stream of semen into
Carl's waiting ass. Jack kept pumping until he was exhausted and pulled
out.

	"Thank you again, Jack for loving me."

	They kissed and then showered together and went down and Carl made
the most delicious steak that Jack had ever eaten.

	"Look, Carl, I live about an hour from here and if you like we can
get together sometime. I know that I would like that. We could spend the
weekend together and get to know each other."

	"Do you mean it? I would like that a lot. Thank you Jack."

	"For what?"

	"For making me feel wanted."

	"You are. Can I stay the night?"

	"Only if we can make love again."

"Jack smiled. "I think that that can be arranged."