“What a cluster fuck,” I say to the tow truck driver.He acts like he didn’t hear me, though in the moonlight I can see the corner of his lip curl up when I say it. He bends over and continues hooking my goddamn broke-down car to his tow truck. I hate this. Couple hundred miles from home, late at night in the middle of nowhere and my car decides it’s time to have a fit. And it’s probably something small and inexpensive that I could have taken care of on my own, if I was home.
Shit.
The only bright spot in this cool fall busted down night is the tow truck guy. Quite a bit shorter than me, long dirty dishwater blonde hair, skin sunburnt the color of autumn leaves. Classic redneck tow truck guy. He’s dressed in loose bib overalls under which is a skin-tight red thermal underwear shirt that flaunts his massive pecs and the slopes of his shoulder muscles. But it’s his fuckin’ arms that’s got my attention. Long and strong and veiny, his biceps bulge from years of labor and there’s not an ounce of fat on the guy.
I’m trying not to openly drool, but Jesus, this guy’s got me hard.
“At least it’s not raining,” he says in a slow drawling baritone. Nice smile when he smiles. My cock throbs and I’m feeling a bit non-verbal, like a blushing fucking schoolgirl.
“Yeah,” I mumble, shifting my weight, standing like a klutz at the side of the road while this guy works. He turns and looks at me. In the moonlight I see his green eyes and his full lips and all I can think of is leaning toward him and kissing him. He has one of those bottom lips that beg to be sucked on and kissed down. He has a small soulpatch beneath it, too. One that’s long enough to chew on and lick up.
And that’s when I notice that I’ve been staring and he’s been staring back.
“Well, did you?” he drawls.
What a horny dick I can be sometimes. “I’m sorry,” I say, tossing in my best silly puppy dog smile for good measure. “What did you say?”
He looks down, wiping his hands on the hips of his overalls. The fabric there pulls taut and I can see that he’s carrying around one mean package down there. I lick my lips before I can stop myself.
“Did you put it in neutral?” he says again.
“Oh,” I say. “The car?”
He laughs out loud, but it’s friendly, so I laugh, too.
“Of course, the car,” I say. “Yeah, I put it in neutral.”
“Great,” he says. He steps out from the chains and walks over to me and we stand side-by-side, like men do, looking at my car jacked up to his tow truck. He adjusts his body so that it’s real close to me. In fact, I can feel the heat of his arm on mine. He smells like nutmeg or some other spicey thing. My head is swimming with lust for this hick.
“Yeah,” he says, turning his head to me. “It’s a cluster fuck, all right.”
He walks forward to my car, but as he walks past me, his arm brushes my arm, chest and belly and – I swear I’m not making this shit up – his hand lightly brushes up against my cock. My whole body quakes and my knees want to buckle. Did he do that on purpose?
He bends over to look through my car window. His ass is a ready reach away from me and he seems to linger there, looking through the window, his ass slightly rocking back and forth in front of me.
“Yeah, it looks pretty good,” he drawls out, looking through the window, his ass moving back and forth.
And, oh, what an ass. Round and ample and I didn’t notice the red & black bandana hanging from the back pocket till now. He rubs one ass cheek with one hand and turns his head to me.
“Want to ride with me?” He has one eye kinda squinted closed. Renegade.
“In the cab?” I say.
“Yeah, man,” he says, standing up straight, chuckling. His green eyes shine in the moonlight. “I mean, would you like to?” He’s walking – hell, fuck no, he’s sauntering – straight toward me, starin’ in my eyes. “You wanna ride me? Up there? In my cab?”
He reaches down and cups his crotch in his veiny hand.
This is the happiest cluster fuck I’ve had in a long, long time.
He is an inch from my face. Or rather from my chest, since he’s considerably smaller than me. He’s smiling and I can smell spearmint gum on his breath and his spicy cologne. And then I feel the thick hot softness of his lips on mine and my eyes close automatically so as to focus on the wonderful warm sensation of his kiss. He groans as my tongue moves between his lips. His arms move around my waist and mine touch his hard, muscled shoulders and his broad, tapered back.
“I’m into big guys,” he says when he pulls back for breath. “Especially ones with a hairy chest and a broken down car. Strong, manly and helpless.” His fingers move over my chest and slip in between two shirt buttons to feel the heavy fur there. He smiles that killer smile again and I lean in for another deep kiss.
“Well,” I say between kisses, “I guess, that pretty much describes me, at this moment.”
He looks back and forth down the road. There’s no one out here but us two horny fucks. He fingers the button snaps on my shirt a moment, before he simply pulls my shirt open with both hands. The buttons unsnap and my hairy chest and belly come out into the night. The autumn air is cool, but not cold. Just cool enough to get instant rockhard nips. He leans in and his large pink tongue goes flat against one. A jolt of electricity runs from my nipple to my crotch and back again. He licks my hard hairy nipple like a fuckin’ dog and I groan loud enough to startle a flock of geese in a nearby slough.
His hand cups my crotch and finds my hard cock thumping through my jeans and he squeezes it and keeps squeezing it and I think I’m going to pass out. “Like that, bear?” he says. I kiss him deep and he laughs and I spend a moment getting felt up while I chew on his soulpatch.
He steps back and gestures. “Nice cock,” he says.
“Thanks,” I say.
“Big hairy bear,” he says in a whispery, far-off voice. “I think it’s time you get in,” he says and walks toward his truck cab.
I walk to the passenger door and open it. It’s one of those massive tow trucks that you have to practically climb into, with a huge cavernous interior. I climb up and the tow truck guy feels my ass as I do. “Drop your pants when you get up there,” he drawls all sexy and low.
I sit on the cab seat and unbuckle my jeans. Lift my hips and slip them down to my ankles. I’m not wearing underwear. My cock is full hard and leaking greasy precum and I’m ready for whatever this guy has in mind. I look down and out the door and the tow truck guy has unbuckled his overalls and taken his shirt off. His chest and abs shine white in the moonlight, all the places where he isn’t suntanned and my cock jumps to see his naked torso. He is massive and strong and there are whisps of light blonde curls between his pecs and running down from his knotted navel toward his crotch.
“Condoms and lube in the glove compartment,” the guy says. He moves his hands over the overall buttons at his hips and his overalls drop to the ground. He has on a tight red speedo and it’s obvious that his cock is quite ample and his balls are filling out the pouch quite nicely. He tosses his clothes to the floor of the cab.
I reach into the glove compartment and pull out a condom and a packet of lube. I slip my foreskin back and roll the condom down on my hard and ready cock and the lube goes into the pocket of my open and useless shirt. Tow truck guy climbs up into the cab and for an awkward moment, his face is over the dashboard, next to the window, his ass is right in my face, as he tries to move his legs between mine, like he’s going to sit on my lap for a good fuckin’. He laughs at the awkwardness and says, “Tight fit, but we’ll make it work.”
I reach up and pull at the speedos. Peel them down to his knees. His thighs are massive and muscled taut and his ass is as smooth and beautiful as I could have ever imagined and I pull his hard cheeks apart to see that beautiful pink pucker. My tongue knows what to do.
“Aww, fuck, bear,” Tow truck guy groans. His arms go out on the dashboard and he’s shivering with his legs between mine and his ass getting reamed out by my expert tongue. My cock is throbbing with precum lubing the inside of the condom.
This guy’s ass is great. I can’t stop licking and slobbering his ass pucker and he’s groaning and growling and yelling out, “Bear! Aw, yeah, Bear!”
I stop for breath and he turns his face over his shoulder. I can only see his eyes pleading with me over his mountainous back and shoulder muscles. “Fuck me, now,” he says. It’s almost a slow whimper. “You gotta fuck me now.”
The lube is waiting in my pocket. I rip it open and realize his ass is already soaked from my spit and tongue, so I dribble the lube on my latex-sheathed cock and grease it lightly with my fingers.
“Bear, I’m ready,” he says. His pucker opens and shuts like a pink hungry mouth. I grab hold of his hard horny hips and slowly guide him down. I grip my cock with my other hand and guide that wet and ready rod toward him. When the tip hits his asshole, it slides forward a bit before hitting his tight ring.
“Relax, baby,” I coo. He’s breathing hard and high groaning, trying to concentrate on the pain and the wanting and I feel his knotted asshole loosen and my dick pushes in a bit more, so tight and hot and slick inside there.
“Aw, baby, yeah,” I say. “Yes, big bear man,” he coos.
My dick moves deeper and deeper into his redneck ass. He breathes hard and focuses and allows me deeper and deeper. Soon, he is sitting full down in my lap, impaled on my hard beating cock. He lifts his head and shoulders, his back is against my face. I reach around and one hand splays against his solid, rippling abs and caresses the hair trailing down there. My other hand finds his cock.
His cock is massive. I mean, fuck, probably twice the girth and a third again the length of mine. It feels hot and skinned up and pulsing in my hand. I move my hand on his shaft and his ass tightens on my cock.
This is cluster fuck heaven, buddy.
He puts both hands on the dashboard and uses it and his muscular thights to slowly lift his body an inch or two off my lap. My cock feels every inch he pulls up. When the head of my cock is at his assring, he slowly slides back down.
Fuck. One pump and the windows are all fogged up and my balls are barkin’ and ready to explode and I think for a fleeting second about love and sex and chance encounters on dark lonely roads. I kiss the valley between his back muscles where his spine runs up and he arches back slightly and wiggles his ass on my lap.
I lay my head flat against his back as he rises and falls on my cock. He rises and falls, rises and falls, all in a slow steady rhythm that makes my belly churn and the persperation come down my forehead and I can smell the musky, spicey smell of two manly bodies making hot steamy sex in the confined space of a tow truck cab.
“Aw, man,” I say, low and growly. “So tight.”
There is a change in the tightness of his ass and my cock is moving smooth and readily up and back in his ass and he turns into this wild man now furiously pistoning up and down on my lap. The muscles in his thighs and his hamstrings flex and relax and his ass bobs up and down on my hard rod and he throws back his head and screams with the pleasure and joy of it.
“Oh, bear, fuck me hard!” he yells. He puts one hand on the ceiling. There is a bead of sweat rolling down his back. I take its saltiness in my mouth. My cock is throbbing like it’s gonna bust in two and I’m feeling it ready to go.
“I’m gonna cum in you, baby,” I say.
“Yes!” he yells, fuckin’ with my cock, twistin’ and throbbin’ and pistoning his ass up and down on my swollen cock. “Fill me up, bear!”
And my balls rumble and explode and my cock is Old Faithful and my cum beats and beats into the sheath and fills his pounding ass and I yell out, “Aww, yeah!” and he yells, too, “Fuck, yeah, aww!”
When I’m spent and my cock stops throbbing, he pulls off and twists his body so he can collapse onto the seat next to me with his legs draped over one of my legs. His cock is so hard and full and pushed up beating against his rippling abs. I peel the condom off me and my cock is beginning to soften and it’s covered in my cum.
The tow truck guy, seeing the state of my cock, leans forward and grabs my cock in his hand. Pulling up, his hand moves up my cock, scooping up the cum. He puts his hand to his mouth and licks with his large, pink tongue. I groan and smile.
“Do you need me to take care of that for you?” I ask, nodding to his throbbing cock. I reach for it, but he grabs my hand, lifting it to his face..
“Yeah,” he drawls, grinning. Green eyes straight into mine. “When we get to my house, I have a few things I’d like you to take care of.”
He puts my fingers in his mouth and gently sucks them. I sigh and lean my head back, feeling the warm wet of his mouth. He laughs softly and lets my hand go.
“Let’s go to my place,” he says and moves to untangle his legs from mine. His speedos are tangled with my jeans and my shirt is damp with sweat and cum and the smell of his spicey cologne. We try to untangle and only seem to tangle further.
“Damn,” I say, laughing.
“Cluster fuck,” he says, bending toward me. Our lips meet. The salty taste of my cum on his soft full redneck lips.
Best cluster fuck I’ve had in a while.
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