“DAMN, damn, and damn again!!!” I thundered in the cab of my 18 wheeler…
…as it broke down, coming to a complete stop on the deserted road I had been driving on that night.
And I had chosen to take that particular road because it was a shortcut to the super center that I had to make my next delivery to. Fucking best laid plans in-fucking-deed!!
Pounding the steering wheel in anger, I ranted, “Fucking headlights are on, fucking A/C is still running, so why the fuck won’t she roll???”
I turned off the ignition, waited 30 seconds or so, restarted it, pushed my big mustard colored booted foot against the gas pedal…
…AND…nothing!!
“DICK!!” I roared, again pounding the steering wheel.
I reached into my jeans pocket, brought out my cell phone, prepared to call Triple AAA…
…and lo and fucking behold it was dead, no bars of power.
“FUCK, this just isn’t my night!!” I railed. “And no damned dispatch radio either!! Everything is done via cell fucking phones these days!!”
I opened the door of the cab, and as I stepped out of it into the warm night air I prayed that someone would drive by…
…but being that hardly anyone ever used that particular road, I didn’t get my hopes up very high…
But then, it did suddenly seem that luck was on my side, because as soon as I slammed the cab door shut I saw a pair of headlights in the distance.
As the car that was approaching got closer I stepped out into the road and began waving my arms.
I thanked my lucky stars when the car slowed to a halt and a white dude in a business suit got out.
Stepping over to him I said, “Oh lord, am I glad you stopped, Mister, my name is Martin.”
The suit guy slammed his car door shut, stepped over to me as well and we shook hands…
…my black paw-sized hand dwarfing his white one.
“Hey Martin, I’m Charles,” the suit guy said to me as we shook hands. “Looks to me like you had a bit of bad luck here.”
I licked my lips as we stopped shaking hands and said, “You got that right man. My fucking rig broke down. Think you can maybe give me a jump, or, if not, could I use your cell phone to call Triple AAA?”
The suit guy grinned at me, licked his lips as well, but somehow he made it look a bit lecherous as he did so, and said, “HEH, I’ve heard all the lines before on this road, Martin, but that has to be the oldest and most overused.”
“O-overused lines?” I asked the guy, the scent of his cologne now wafting in the air. “No, I’m serious, my rig just stopped here on the road and I can’t get her to restart. I’m telling you the truth, Charl…”
But before I could complete saying the suit’s name, fast as lightning it seemed, he had grabbed me by my crotch, his hand squeezing my balls and baby maker real tight…
“HUUUUUUHHHHHNNNN…” I gasped at the sudden turn of events. “Ch-Charles, what, what are you doin’ man??? I just need a jump and…”
Again, before I could complete what I was about to say the fucking suit guy squeezed my family jewels real HARD, causing me to nearly jump out of my damned boots…
“HHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHHH…” I gasped that time.
“There you go Martin, you just got your jump,” Charles snickered at me…
…and I found he was using my crotch to move me over to his car.
“TH-that wasn’t funny Charles,” I squabbled.
“Maybe not Martin, but what is funny is you using the oldest excuse in the book to hook up on a lonely road during the night?” Charles laughed.
“HOOK, hook up???” I ranted at that point. “Is that what you think this is Mr. Suit guy??? My truck really did break down and…”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that after I’m done with you here,” Charles said sternly, holding tighter to my crotch. “You really think you’re the first trucker to stop along this road wanting to get fucked? Come on man, the infamous bar called “The Local” is a hop, skip and a jump from here. All guys in this vicinity come here for one reason and one reason only…”
“G-get fucked???” I reeled then. “I will have you know Charles that I am one hundred percent fucking straight…”
“So am I…” Charles laughed, and at that point we were standing in front of his car. “But you know that old saying, any port in a storm…”
And now, as he spoke to me he was kneading my cock and testicles through my jeans, and holy fucks, but it felt amazing all of a sudden…
“I-I don’t know anything about a bar called “The Local…” I said…
…but, before I could get another word out, Charles hooked his other hand around my big bull-sized neck, pulled my head slightly down…
…and clamped his mouth down on mine, slithering his tongue into my mouth…
And lo and fucking behold, to my disbelief I didn’t resist, I didn’t push him off me, instead I found myself responding to his kiss…
…and I would soon find myself responding to whatever else the fuck he wanted…
As we kissed more and more, sucking each other’s tongues, my fingers and thumbs found his necktie and I gently caressed it, tugged it, loving the feel of the silk material.
Charles moved his hands off my neck and crotch, ran them up and down my tee shirt covered chest, squeezed my nipples a few times through my shirt and if it was possible, he snaked his tongue further into my mouth, kissing me so deadly…so lively…
When we stopped kissing, Charles, seeming to be in charge it seemed, told me to purse my thick lips together and to stick them out as much as possible. I guessed that being a suit guy he was some sort of corporate executive, maybe even a VP in some big company. I did as he said and pursed my lips…
…and stuck them out as far as possible.
No woman had ever done to me then what this suit guy did next…
The suit literally sucked my thick lips, kissed them, sucked them some more, all the while rubbing the erection in his suit pants against the erection in my jeans…
When he’d had enough of working my lips, Charles told me to lower my jeans and my underpants to my ankles and to then splay myself over the front of his car…
…and needless to say, I did as the fucking suit said.
I got the feeling he was used to giving orders and being obeyed.
Once I was splayed over the front section of the suit’s car, my naked black ass looking up at the moon shining down over us, Charles hunkered over me, pried my ass cheeks apart…
…and began spitting in it over and over AND fucking over.
“RRRRRHHHHHHH…” I keened, the feeling of his warm saliva in my hole driving me batty.
Fuck that, it felt as if my asshole were literally sucking the suit’s saliva into my innards, at the same time lubing my stink hole for him…
“OOOOHHH look at that, look at that fucking man pussy,” Charles panted behind me in between spitting globs of saliva into my hole. “Gonna eat this ass of yours, Martin, gonna eat it like it’s a damned pussy, then I’m gonna fuck your rosebud, oh yeah, gonna put my cock up your ass Martin, my cock up your ass…”
Needless to say, being a straight dude, being that I had a wife, and a girlfriend that I sometimes cheated on the wife with, I was always the one doing the pussy eating, I was the one always doing the fucking, I had never had my asshole referred to as a man pussy…so I really wasn’t sure about all this…
…but then, when Charles lowered his head further down to my rectal opening and slid his tongue tip in there I suddenly had a whole different point of view…
“AWWWWWHHHHH, oh holy fucks, you crazy suit!!!” I blathered, clenched my fingers and thumbs into big fists and clenched my teeth…my cock erect and pounding away against the car I was lying on.
The sounds of slurping filled the air, as Charles proceeded to suck on my ass walls, sucking his saliva back out of my asshole it seemed.
“HUUUHHHHH, nice and musty tasting, so raw…” Charles panted. “How lucky could I have gotten tonight? Sucked a tied up sailor twink off back at “The Local” in the men’s room and now I get to eat and fuck a black man’s man pussy…”
Arching my head around a bit to be able to see the suit with his face pressed against my hole I breathlessly said, “JEEZ man, from the sound of it I gotta check out that “Local” place you keep goin’ the fuck on about…CHARLES…HUUUUHHHHH…oh God, you tonguing my damned hole is makin’ my cock really hard and I’m dribblin’ my pre cum on your car…HUHHHHH…”
After salivating like a leaky water faucet in my hole and eating it like it was the best tasting thing on earth, Charles quickly sat up, pulled down the zipper on his suit pants, extracted his erect cock and testicles from the fly opening of them…
…proceeded to mount me from behind…
…and began sliding his throbbing cock into me, inch by blessed inch.
“OOOOOOOOOO, fucking white guy fucking my black ass…” I seethed, grinding my fists against his car.
The feeling of him entering me a bit, pulling out, entering me some more, pulling out, was driving me nuts, teasing me he was…
I found myself thrusting my no longer pretty ass back, against his cock as he went deeper in me with each thrust…
A few times he slapped my well-muscled ass cheeks…
…sending shivers and chills through my very being…
“AWWWWWWHHH fuck yes, love fucking black ass…” Charles grunted.
As I thrust my ass back more and more I was, at the same time, rubbing my erect cock against the top of the man’s car.
I had a feeling how this was going to end for both of us.
And sure as all fuck I was right…
…because when Charles announced that he was about to cum, I babbled out the same thing.
And as the suit came in torrents in my hole I spewed my load under me and all over the top of his car, both of us grunting, swearing like marines, Charles slapping my ass, licking the back of my neck…
…both us out in men’s passion, our voices echoing down the deserted highway…
When we were both spent, the suit slowly slid his deflating cock from my hole; he breathlessly chuckled and said, “Once we’ve gathered ourselves I’ll check on your truck, Martin…”
Standing in front of his car, packing me pulling my pants and briefs back up and buckling up my belt, Martin packing his cock and testicles back into his suit pants and zipping up, I said to him, “Like I said, I gotta check out this place called “The Local.”
“HEH, you won’t regret it, just drive back the reverse way you were coming on this road, take the first exit and it’s a few miles straight from there, all by itself, you won’t be able to miss it,” Charles said.
“Gotcha…” I said…
…and before Martin climbed up into the driver’s seat of the cab of my 18 wheeler he ran two fingertips through my cum on his car…
…and slurped my cum off his fingers, a look of ecstasy on his face as he did so…
Then, a few scant moments later he was seated in my cab, he turned the key that was still in the ignition…
…and my truck came roaring to life…
“Well I’ll be…” I exclaimed, standing next to the vehicle.
Looking down at me and smiling, Charles said, “More than likely it was just overheated, just like we were,” turned off the ignition and then hopped down out of the cab.
“Well, I sure am glad you happened along, Martin…” I said to the suit a few moments later.
He handed me a business card from his wallet and said, “My email address is on there, Martin. Email me and let me know how you found “The Local” to be. Somewhere down the line lets meet there for some more fun…”
Pocketing the card, I replied, “Sounds like a plan to me, Charles…”
With that we kissed hard on the lips and then I watched Charles drive away.
Smiling from ear to ear I climbed into the cab of my truck, pulled the driver’s side door closed and turned the key in the ignition…
…and the truck wouldn’t start…
“FUCK!!!! FUCK!!!!” I roared. “What the hell is wrong with this rig??? Should have had Charles give me that jump even though the truck started when he tried it…”
Once again I climbed out of the cab…
…and a few minutes later I saw another pair of headlights approaching in the distance…
