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Tow Trucker (mm)
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Subject: Tow Trucker (M/M)
Date: Sat Jul 22 07:09:19 1995
NOTE: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between males.
If this type of material offends you, please do not read.
TOW TRUCKER
I must have fallen asleep, because I thought a steam locomotive
from the 1940's was passing me. I sat up and scooted my hat to the
back of my head. The brim had kept oncoming headlights out of my eyes.
It was the tow truck. It pulled off the road in front of me and backed
up. The back-up lights made me raise my arm so I wouldn't go blind. I
got out of the car and stretched my aching back. God only knew how
long I'd been sitting.
The driver jumped down from his cab and slammed the door. I
couldn't see him too well. Exhaust from the truck made it look like he
was stepping out of a fog. His silhouette suggested the he was
young--lean with broad shoulders and a boyish haircut. He had a slow,
easy way of walking, like he was in absolutely no hurry. He was
slightly bow-legged and wearing boots.
"What seems to be the trouble?"
Up close I could see that he was young--mid-twenties. But his
hair was not boyish. It was a tangled mess. He had a beard, light
brown and neatly trimmed; he stroked it, his pride and joy. The young
macho look. His teeth were a little too small, like somebody from the
backwoods who'd been undernourished as a child.
"Your guess is as good as mine. Better, I hope. One minute I
was going 65 or 70. Next minute I was going slower and slower. I
pumped the accelerator but it didn't do anything. Engine went dead.
That's all I can tell you."
He looked at me like it was all my fault. "Better let me take a
look at it."
He opened my door, scooted behind the steering wheel, and turned
the ignition key again and again. I could have told him it wouldn't do
any good. And then I noticed his crotch. The light under the dashboard
illuminated the sausage inside his faded jeans. It was a mouthful. And
his balls were the size of eggs, grade A extra large.
"Gotta look under the hood."
I had the feeling he'd caught me studying his cock, because of
the long look he gave me, sizing me up. I looked everywhere I could
except at him. I felt guilty as sin. And scared. He wasn't quite the
type to take kindly to queers.
Getting out of my car, he had a grin on his face like he knew
more that I wanted him to. A real wise-ass. I followed him to the
front of the car and stood back so I wouldn't crowd him. He grabbed a
flashlight from his hip pocket and raised the hood. That wasn't all
he'd raised by that point. I'd have given anything to get fucked by a
straight macho stud like him.
"Afraid we're gonna have to tow her in."
It was all right by me. That's what I'd expected.
"You in a hurry?" he asked.
"Not particularly. I was on my way to a boxing match. They're
probably into the third round."
"Boxing, huh?"
"Oh, yeah. Me and boxing go way back."
"Hmmm."
I wondered what his problem was. Didn't he think a guy who could
be interested in his
crotch could be interested in boxing too?
He climbed into the tow truck and backed it closer to my car. He
made a lot of noise hooking chains to my front end, more noise than
necessary, like he was showing off. Go ahead, I thought. Prove what a
man you are. He raised my front end with the hydraulic system. He
looked real proud of himself, leaning on the lever. Man over machine.
Big deal.
"Okay, buddy, we're ready to roll."
We got into his truck. First thing he did was he unbuttoned his
jeans, unzipped his fly, reached down and adjusted his cock. All I
could see was light brown hair.
"You don't mind if I do this, do you? I keep telling my wife not
to use hot water on these. They shrink. She does it everytime."
The bastard was teasing me. He knew my scene and he was rubbing
it in. Go ahead and rub, I thought. You're not my type.
"My wife's a real pisser," he said as he pulled onto the road.
"She doesn't do the things I ask her to do, and she does the things I
don't want her to do. Like in the bedroom. 'What's wrong withgiving
me a blow-job?' I ask. It's not for her, she says. Too unsanitary.
Bullshit. I keep my cock cleaner than my hands."
"Why you telling me?"
He looked at me like who's kidding who.
I was sorry I'd asked.
"Because you never know when some guy might be in the mood to go
down on you."
"You got me figured all wrong, pal."
"Do I?"
He whipped out his dick and reached for his balls so they would
lay over his jeans. I had to admit it, his cock was a beauty.
"Well?" he asked
"Well, what?"
"Do I have you figured right?"
"Forget it. If we had an accident, it's my car that would get
it."
"There's a rest stop a mile ahead."
"You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"I'm pretty sure you can't pass up a good cock like this one I
got here."
"That's what you think."
"Listen, motherfucker, I'm asking you to suck me off."
"Suck yourself off."
He swerved off the road and stopped along the shoulder. The guy
was out of his mind.
"This doesn't look like a rest stop to me," I said.
"It'll do."
"There's cars driving by."
"They're going too fast."
"Let's get to the service station. Okay?"
"You're too late for the boxing match. You said so, yourself"
"I was wrong."
"Suck me, you prick."
"Look here, you may be a lot younger than me, but I'm not too old
to take a slug at you if you keep up that kind of talk."
"Why won't you eat me? Look at this cock. Where you gonna find
another one that looks so good?"
"If you love it so much, why don't you just jack-off?"
"You're really getting mad, ain't you, mister?"
"Do you carry on like this with all your customers."
"This is something I always wanted to do, and you're the one I
want to do it with."
"Why me, if I might ask?"
"Because I can trust you."
"Don't be so sure."
"I got all night, mister. As long as it takes."
The kid wasn't fooling. He leaned back against his door and
slung one arm over the steering wheel. His balls were still hanging
out over his opened jeans. His dick was standing straightup. It would
have tickled his bellybutton if his shirt hadn't been in the way. I
looked straight ahead. I didn't want to get anymore turned on than I
already was. I despised him for exploiting my weakness.
"Hey, I'm sorry for calling you a prick."
"Why should you be sorry? That's what I am."
"No, you're not. That's what I'm making you feel like."
"You're making me feel like I wished I was in that boxing ring,
slugging the shit out of someone."
"Come on, buddy. Suck my dick. It'll make you feel better."
"I'm not into sucking."
"So what are you into?"
"I'd like a good stiff cock up my ass. That's what I'd like.
Something to take my mind off my problems."
"You want me to fuck you? Is that what you want?"
"I didn't say you."
"I wouldn't mind trying that."
"You have a wife you can fuck. Remember?"
"That's no challenge. I can fuck her anytime. I'm bored with
fucking my wife. She takes it for granted. She don't appreciate it no
more. She hates me for having a cock. She needs cock, so she needs
me. She wishes she could do without both. I hate her sometimes, my
wife. What's it like, fucking a guy?"
I gave him a sideways glance, like he had to be kidding, asking
me a question like that. "I wouldn't know, all I know, all I like is
getting fucked."
He snatched the hat off my head and threw it on the floor. He
could fuck me if he wanted to, I decided. I no longer cared how
obnoxious he was. He grabbed my ankles, raised my legs onto the seat,
and forced me to lie face down. "What the hell are you doing?" I
asked.
"Shut up! Take off your pants!"
I hated him because that's exactly what I wanted to do. He
hugged me and unfastened my trousers and pulled them down to my knees
with my underpants. He slapped my ass and said, "That don't look like
no pussy, but I'll bet I can fuck it twice as hard."
"Let me up, you sonofabitch."
"How am I supposed to do this? Just stick my cock up your
asshole?"
"Spit on it first. You think I can take that big thing of yours
dry?"
With my face against the seat, I heard him clear his throat,
spit, and rub it over his cock. Before I could relax my spincter, he'd
jammed his rod up my ass so far I could feel his balls tickling my
buns. No wonder his wife didn't appreciate him. He had all the
finesse of a football lineman at the twenty yard line. Holy shit, I
wanted to scream! I reached back and spread my buns with my hands.
Might as well open the hole as wide as possible. He started fucking
before I had a chance to relax.
"Oh, man, this feels good! I feel like I could fuck you for
days!"
Oh, God, I thought. Please make him slow down till I can get
used to it.
Every time he fucked me, he wiggled his cock around inside. When
he withdrew, he let it pop out of my ass, so he could poke around and
jam it back up my hole full force. I relaxed because I had no choice.
He wanted to fuck me hard--my feelings be damned.
Much to my surprise, he lay still on top of me for a moment. Our
faces touched. Intimacy amidst brutality. "You feel good, baby. Real
good."
A small consolation.
He started fucking me again. He fucked steadily. But with each
thrust he'd shove his dick up my ass till I had to grip the seat to
keep from scooting away. I forced myself to relax my asshole.
Eventually he plowed into me and it didn't hurt. It felt great. His
cock rammed me full-force and his balls bounced off my buns. My
asshole was dripping sweat. I was shoving my ass up to meet his every
thrust.
"Oh, shit! This is good!" he hollered.
It was good for me too. The pleasure was nonstop. I let one
foot drop to the floor so I could spread my buns wider. My partner
braced himself with one foot against the door, to gain more leverage.
"I'm coming," I shouted.
"Fuck you, you asshole!"
He fucked me harder. My cock scraped across the seat everytime
he rammed his dick inside me. I came all over the upholstery, and that
loosened up my asshole even more.
He grabbed my shoulders and rode me like a horse.
"I'm coming!" he yelled. "You motherfucker, I'm coming! I'm--oh,
yeah! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!"
I felt him pumping his load deep inside of me as I wiggled to
milk him for all he was worth. Finally he slipped out of me and leaned
against the door.
I sat up as fast as I could and pulled up my pants. I was afraid
of what he would do, afraid he would take his anger out on me. He was
staring at me hard and mean.
"Let's get to the service station," I said. "Okay?"
"Yeah."
He tucked his cock into his pants and zipped up. We drove to the
service station in silence.
He ran my car up on the rack, checked it out, and had it fixed in
no time. He handed me the keys and walked away, silently, into the
garage.
I got into my car and started to pull away, when he came running
out and waved for me to stop.
He walked up to my window, hesitated for a moment, then said "I
liked it."
"I'm glad. So did I."
"I get off at eleven. You wanna meet me?"
"Sure."
When I came back, he was just closing up. We sat in my car and
talked. Nothing else. For hours. I'm not sure where it got us or
where it will lead, it was only last night. But, I'm meeting him again
tonight, at eleven.
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