Rest Stop Chaser

I wake up with a jolt of my head.

Didn’t mean to nod off. Thankfully, I pulled my pickup over at the interstate rest stop an hour or so ago, otherwise I’d be nothing but an ugly, greasy stain on the side of the road somewhere right about now.

I sit up on the picnic table bench, where I nodded off, and look around. Night has fallen and the cool grassy rest stop has become isolated pools of high white light. There are hilly grassy areas, bushes for the dogs to pee on, busy blocky brick restrooms and a row or two of cars all lined up. A few people are roaming around, stretching their limbs, making straight-lines for the bathrooms, drinking coffee.

From where I’m sitting, I can best see the opposite side of the rest stop, where the semi’s are lined up. There are only three or four of ‘em. All with their engines idling. Next to a black semi flatbed with a load of what looks like culvert pipes, a trucker leans against his rig chattin’ with another trucker. He’s tall and roundish and has a tight blonde goatee and he’s pretty animated talking to the other guy. He’s wearing a sleeveless shirt and his upper arms are massive and for a moment I’m reminded of that blue collar comic that I drool over periodically.

Somethin’ about truckers. Some mystique, I guess. The lone wolf, travelin’ the lonesome road all hot and bothered. Horny hitchikers, truckstop showers, fuck cabs ready for action. Hot masculine guys just lookin’ for a place to stop and stretch and get their nut off.

Gets me hard just thinkin’ about ‘em.

The blue collar trucker shouts his goodbye to the other trucker so loud even I can hear it from across the lot. He climbs into this cab (ah, that ass looks sweet and flabby and very fuckable) and the truck revs a few times, gears grind and he’s gone. After a moment or two, the other trucker tosses the remainder of his coffee on the asphalt, climbs up and pulls away, as well.

I stand up and stretch. My limbs are still stiff from all the drivin’ but at least I’m not so damn sleepy. When I stretch I feel my shirt ride up, lettin’ the bottom of my big hairy belly slip out into the night light. I scratch the fur there with upward flicks of my fingertips. Feels good. I slip my hand up under my shirt and rub the hair on my wide soft belly. Feel my cock startin’ to do its own stretchin’ down in my pants. Reach up and pinch a nipple, just for the hell of it.

The sound of a rapidly downshifting rig breaks through the night and I see a huge red and chrome semi pulling in. The load is for a big brand name home builder’s supply store, but it’s obvious the guy owns his own rig, ‘cause the cab is decked out with some sick chrome tailpipes and shit. The semi pulls into a parking space slowly and the engine cuts and it’s suddenly pretty quiet. The cab opens and what happens next makes my dick jump.

The trucker is one of those wirey, little guys. You know what I’m sayin’? All muscle and popeye forearms and chest out for days, but short and, well, wirey. He has sandy hair that flops forward straight and full and he can’t be more than thirty, though he looks a bit older due to all the drivin’ he must do. When he gets to the ground, ‘cause it’s quite a drop from his cab, he struts – sorry, but there’s no other word for it – he fuckin’ struts to the front of his semi and stops. He grabs his crotch and pulls it up like he’s hoisting the proverbial petard, spits, then continues on to the restrooms.

My cock starts first, then the rest of me follows my cock. When I get to the restrooms, the guy is just finishin’ peeing in the urinal and he’s shakin’ something meaty out and stuffin’ it back into his very tight jeans. He moves away from the urinal before I can step up to the urinal next to him and he moves past me to wash his hands. I glance over to him as I pull my cock out, which ain’t easy considering its condition about now, and he glances over, but quickly looks away.

Damn. Misjudged this one.

Some guy and his kid comes into the bathroom and the sandy-haired trucker leaves and I focus on the piss at hand. Try to stuff the monster back into my pants and wash my hands. I can’t help but let out a big sigh. The memory of that fuckin’ sandy-haired wirey trucker will be a good one to jack off to later tonight when I make it back to the motel.

Outside, the night is quieting down. Fewer people, fewer cars. I stroll around the corner of the building and smell a cigarette burning.

“You are real hot, you know that?”

The voice is followed by a smokey exhale and the voice is connected to the sandy-haired trucker who’s leaning against the blocky building. He has a serious expression on his face and he’s lookin’ away from me at his rig and for a moment I think maybe I heard him wrong.

“What was that, mister?” I say, kinda gruff so I can back up if I need to.

“Mister,” he repeats kind of dreamily and flicks his cigarette. He takes another drag and looks directly into my eyes. In the dark I can’t tell what color they are, but they burn a hole all the way down to my groin.

“Do you know how hot you are?” he says. He grabs his crotch again and hoists it up like he’s gonna rip the fucker off and my heart is beating like a whole tribe of horny indigenous drummers and all I can get out is, “Uh. Thanks.”

He looks out into the night again, pushes off the building, stands legs wide apart with cigarette in his mouth and hands on his hips. “So,” he says, his forehead wrinkling and his eyes squinting at me. “So, you wanna do somethin’ about it?”

Pinch me. Or rather don’t. ‘Cause if this is a dream, I just want to keep on dreaming.

I lean close in. I can smell his sweat and cigarette breath. “I don’t know. Why don’t you yank on that fuckin’ dick of yours again, so I know you really mean it.” I smile and obviously he likes my sense of humor, because he smiles, too.

So we’re walkin’ over to his rig. I swear the top of the guy’s head only comes to my solar plexus. I could probably bounce him on my cock like a fuckin’ muscle doll, he’s so small. But somehow, tonight, this is a real turn-on, this chubby-chaser wirey blonde muscle man walking ahead of me. He opens the passenger door, climbs up like a little blonde monkey, pushes the passenger seat forward and steps back. I grab the bar to hoist myself up to the cab and as I’m movin’ up, I feel his hard calloused hands rub my ass. He groans and mutters, “So fuckin’ hot.”

Nothin’ like bein’ big and appreciated.

I move into the back of the cab, which is roomier than it looks from the outside and there’s a nice blanketed place to stretch out on. He climbs in after me and kneels down just behind the cocked up passenger seat. The guy is clean-shaven and he takes a last hit off his cigarette and I watch his lips as they drag the smoke in and they look real smooth and soft and kissable. He tosses the butt out the door and closes it behind him. He pulls his shirt up off over his head. He has a magnificent chest, all slabby muscle and two tiny brown nipples standing at full attention. He rubs his fingertips across a nipple.

“Take off your shirt,” he says. Always the first words of the chaser. Nothin’ a fuckin’ horny chaser likes better than to get his hands and tongue on my big hairy belly and my flabby tits.

“What do I get if I do?” I ask.

The guy grins. He likes this game. He holds his hand out for me to shake. “My name’s Go. What’s yours?”

“Go?” I say. I take his hand and shake it. It’s meaty and hard and it’s nice to just shake a man’s hand like this with all the meaning I want it to mean. I watch the muscles in his forearm bundle up while I pump it. “What the hell kind of name is Go?”

He lets go of my hand and runs it through his hair. “Take off your shirt,” he says.

So I’m sittin’ here, kinda leanin’ against the wall of the cab and he’s kneeling near my legs watchin’ me. I unbutton the buttons slowly. One at a time. I could have just pulled it up and over, but this guy is too hot to move too fast. When the buttons are all undone, I let the shirt fall slightly open around my belly. He’s starin’ right at it and swear to christ, he’s swallowin’ because he’s salivating so hard over the sight of my round, hairy belly.

“You take my shirt off,” I say.

The trucker groans, grinning. He adjusts the boner in his pants and moves closer to me. His hands both move in and sweep my shirt back off my shoulders. His touch is light against my skin and my nipples are instantly rock hard and he begins to bend his mouth toward them, but stops.

“Go is short for Gomer,” he says. “My mom loved Jim Nabors.”

There is a moment’s silence before I laugh. Laughing makes my belly jiggle up and down and the guy instantly loses his smile and gets a very horny expression on his face.

“Fuck,” he says. “Do you know how hot you are?”

“I have an idea,” I say, “but it never hurts to hear it.”

His lips go to my nipple and I feel his tongue there and I smell the cigarette off him which smells like the night and the long drive and his tongue on my nipple is like ice and fire at the same time. I want to close my eyes and really feel it, but I’m fascinated by the ridges of muscles along his back and the feeling of his sandy hair beneath my hand.

“Go,” I say dreamily. “Fuck, Go. You are one beautiful sonofabitch yourself.”

He has moved on from the nipple and now his tongue is flat against the skin, moving across the hair on my chest on both sides and his nose nuzzles into my armpit until I finally lift my arm and he groans and attacks my armpit like a cat lapping at milk.

My hand is roaming down his muscled back, feeling the tendons snaking under his skin while he’s licking my armpit and grunting wildly. Finally my fingers reach the waistband of his jeans and slip beneath them. He’s not wearing underwear and my fingers slip down toward the crack in his ass. His ass is rock solid. I rub the top of his crack with my index finger and feel my cock pounding against my pants as this guy worships my chubby body up close and personal.

Finally, Go leans back and catches his breath. He shifts back so he’s leaning against the other side of the cab and I open my legs a bit and he puts one of his legs between mine. He starts pulling off my boots. “They may not smell like roses,” I warn him. “I’ve been drivin’ all day.”

He smiles and pulls the boot off. So I start pulling at his shoe laces and pulling his boots off. When I’m shoeless, I bend my foot forward and my toes start kneading his crotch. His head goes back against the cab wall and he catches his breath. My toes feel a pretty hefty package down there and his abs are ripply and clean and there are two excellent muscles running across his hips and down to his cock and I want nothing more than to have every inch of this man.

He tries to reciprocate with his toes, but he’s too caught up in how good it feels that I’m kneeding his hefty cock and balls with my toes that he can’t do it real good.

“What is it you want here, Go?” I ask. I’m kind of rubbing my cock through my pants right now because this is so nice and I’m so horny for this wirey trucker.

“I want to watch you,” “Go says. He breathes deeply in through his nose and leans up and his eyes, his green eyes I see in the overhead light, stare directly into mine. “I want to see you jack off until you cum.”

I rub the pad of my foot up the length of what feels like his heavy long cock and he inhales sharply. I unbuckle my belt, and his eyes go straight there. But I stop once it’s unbuckled.

“And what do I get out of it?” I ask, grinning.

He grins back. Unbuckles his belt. I unbutton the buttons on my jeans and he unzips the zipper on his. We both pause, waitin’ for it, our hands just over our open flies. “You first,” he says.

I reach in and pull out my cock and balls, but keep my pants on. My cock is as hard as it’s ever gonna get and it’s twitchin’ and twitchin’ and I pull the skin back a bit and watch him squirm. I can see he wants to jump over and put my cock in some part of him, any part of him, but he stops himself. I think he’s likin’ the slow move as much as I am. I let go my cock and let it rest heavy and hard against my bull balls which are full and rumblin’ and ready.

“Now you,” I say. Go reaches in and pulls out a beautiful cock that’s a nice size, thin and long and kinda bent a bit to the left. I have a thing for slightly bent cocks. They really feel good inside you and they are nice to watch jacked off. Scattered across his wrinkly ballsac is thin blonde hair. He grabs some lube from somewhere above him and dabs some into his hand. His hand slowly moves up and down his cock, making it shiny and slick with lube. His biceps and chest flex with each stroke and it really turns me on.

“Toss me some of that shit,” I say. He hands me the lube and I put a few drops on my palm and slick up my cock. Nothing like the smooth sleek sensation of lube on your cock and your hand workin’ it. I sigh heavily, feelin’ my hand slowly moving up and down my rod and the skin riding up and back over my cockhead.

“Jesus,” Go says, “Jesus, you’re so hot.” His eyes are glued to my cock and my belly and the pad of my foot is pressing against his ballsac as he slowly moves his hand up and down his shaft.

“Ungh,” I grunt. It’s feelin’ real good and I don’t know, maybe it’s the slow going with Go here, but I feel that kinda tingly twisty feelin’ you get all the way at the root of your ass that feels like when you cum it’s gonna be one of those really good ones that make your toes curl.

I look into Go’s eyes. His blonde hair is falling into his eyes and sweat’s starting to form on his brow. There is a concentrated look on his face as he’s pullin’ on his cock and he looks over at my cock like it’s made of sugar and he licks his lips. I want to kiss him so bad, but I’m playin’ the slow watching game with him. My hand is moving up and down my cock shaft and I’m feeling the hot tight sensations of the way I know how to do it to myself. And he’s gettin’ off on watchin’ me jack off and it makes my balls rumble with the happy being wanted feeling of it.

“I wanna see you shoot,” Go says. “I wanna see that fat cock of yours shoot and then I’m going to lick it all up.” He’s wankin’ on his cock real hard now and I’m feelin’ his balls lifting against his body and gettin’ ready to release.

“Oh yeah?” I say, breathless. I’m gonna shoot soon too, I feel the warm of my cum rising in below and the twisted good feeling as well. “Well, what do I get out of it?” I ask.

His hand is slappin’ up and down his rod now and the muscles in his arms and in his chest are bulging and the blood is rushing to his skin and the veins in his neck are standing out. “Ah, fuck,” he says. “What do you get?” he says. He licks his lips and it makes me lick his and I swear to christ I’m gonna kiss him before the night is through because there’s nothing like to men jaw to jaw open mouth kissing, tongue to tongue and god I’m gonna cum soon. Can you feel it?

Go’s hand and mine are moving in sync, we’re jacking off in sync with each other now. Our backs are pressed against the sides of his cab and we’re two men starin’ into each other’s eyes and jackin’ off and the trailer’s a rockin’ so don’t come fuckin’ knocking.

“Ungh,” I say, breathin’ hard, my belly shaking with the ferocity of my jackin’ off. “What do I get?”

“You get the rest of the night,” Go says. His breath catches. “The rest of the night. If you want it.”

“I want it!” I say. Ah, shit, here it comes. “I want it,” I holler.

And there’s no holding back. My cum is shooting up in an arc like I haven’t seen it do since I was twenty and some of it lobs down on his pant leg and some is drooling down my hairy hand.

And Go’s cock erupts with cum and his bent cock slings some of that jizz over and it lands on my cheek just above my beard line and Go groans so loud it shakes the cab and he whacks and whacks that fuckin’ cock of his like every goddamn drop is gonna get slung out across the cab.

I feel dizzy. There’s nothin’ in the cab but heavy breathin’. Both of us holdin’ our cocks with our cum-covered paws and starin’ at each other’s bodies like we’ve found precious metal.

Maybe we have.

I reach up with one finger and wipe Go’s cum off my cheek. Stick the finger in my mouth. Salty and cool. “Tasty,” I say.

Go’s wipin’ the cum off his cock and chest with a towel. When he’s done, he leans forward and gets on his hands and knees in front of me. “And now, I get to lick all the cum off your dick,” he says.

He moves his face toward my cock, which throbs, oozing the last trails of cum. One lick on my cockhead with the tip of his tongue. It feels so good. His muscled arms are on each side of me and his muscle dimpled shoulders and he leans his head up. “You are so fuckin’ hot,” he smiles.

I reach forward and kiss his manly mouth. Deep tongue to deep tongue.

“So fuckin’ hot,” he whispers.

“You keep sayin’ that,” I laugh. “You keep sayin’ that... all night long.”

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Glenn Williams (aka, Mutantbearman) is a freelance writer who has published erotica, erotic poetry & queer journalism for decades. He is also a business and technical writer as well as a theatre director and actor. He has written blogs, screenplays, fiction, journalism, poetry, and non-fiction. He lives with his sexy boyfriend and Nala the cat in Portland, Oregon.