A Truck Stop Trick
#49 of Writing Group Challenge
This is for a writing challenge in a Telegram group I joined (link here if you're interested: https://t.me/joinchat/TXMB1RU1ETeKOakg). At just over a thousand words, we would write a short story fitting a chosen theme. The new theme for this week is, "Just when all seemed lost."
The Ryan stories by the late great FA: ceeb inspired me to write a story. Months later, it's still hard to believe he's gone...may he rest in peace.
Two-thousand miles across dozens of states and provinces, but no opportunities showed up for a good time. Just went all seemed lost, I finally got laid.
The scrawny college fox currently bouncing on my bear cock didn't know my name. I didn't know him either, but we had a mutual need. Besides having some company, he needed to go somewhere in Alaska City, while I could transport him there easily in my big rig. He only needed to pay the 'transportation fee'-- otherwise known as a good fuck.
"Ahh, nngh, mmfh!" He moaned while nearly colliding his head with the roof of my sleeper cab, ears folded with a bloom of rushing blood. "Ooh, fuck me! Fuck, ngahh!"
"Grrrr, that's a good fuckin' slut!" I growled in ravenous delight, relishing my shaft being squeezed as it slid in and out of that velvet ring. "Grr, mfh, oh! Good boy...keep clenching!"
"Oooh! Ah, ah, ah," the fox chorused with each descent onto my dick, "Chriiiiiist, you're so thick! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Like a king, I lay my head back against my pillow, paws roaming between his ass and hips, occasionally punching his cream-colored nipples glistening with sweat under my crappy night light.
Being a cross-country trucker came with its ups and downs. Some days, I rolled in cash while on some nights, I starved. However, I wouldn't trade any of it for a stressful office job where I did nothing but type on a keyboard all day. Plus, I got older while the young impressionable men stayed the same age, hitchhiking from state to state with their own stories unfolding. Mostly, in search of a new opportunity somewhere other than where they came from. College dropouts trying to make it to California used to be quite common during the 80s and 90s.
Of course, not all of the hitchhikers happened to be cute twinks or dashing men rated a solid six on the Kinsey scale. You will be surprised how many women hitchhiked along dangerous roads. Well, I didn't mind helping a desperate lady get somewhere, often for free if they didn't have the gas money, I preferred my own gender to flirt with during these long rides.
"Ahhhhhhmmfff!!" The fox yelped like a wet bitch in heat. My calloused paw spanked his backside as punishment for being too loud, yet he still moaned and muttered with each hip thrust I made under that raised tail of his. "Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!"
I found the fox at a truck stop several counties southeast from the one we parked at. He literally advertised himself with a cardboard sign out on the parking lot. When I offered to give him a ride for a reasonable price, he agreed to give me a direct deposit. Otherwise known as a blowjob in the truck stop rest room stall, dirtied pants around my ankles and cock deep in the willing maw of a fox too talented to be an inexperienced virgin. Maybe he thought it would appeal to me, breaking him in? Whatever the truth was, that tongue and pair of lips guaranteed a ride halfway to Alaska City, while the rest of the payment went to me fucking a load inside him somewhere in British Columbia. Fortunate that he had his passport.
I continued pinching his cream-colored nipples in synchronized tandem with my cock spreading his ass open. It squeezed around my shaft in a wondrous vice. When the fox clenched tightly from my pinches to those nipples, I winced in pleasured delight and felt a bead of sweat trickle down my cheek. I even started panting like him.
"You like my big bear dick in ya, eh?" I gripped his elbows, then pulled him close for a sloppy, tongue-thrashed kiss. He shuddered against my chubby stomach, melting atop me. "Mmm, you taste sweet, slut..."
The fox drooled with a blank expression. He fell back into my lips, then straddled me as I continued slamming into that tight abyss under his tail. Our desperate kisses turned sensual and passionate, making out together at a leisurely pace, since we had a whole night to ourselves. However, I didn't mind reaching the top of the mountain very soon, so I suddenly changed our positions, with the fox's muzzle pushed into the pillow and his ass raised in the air, giving me full access to that slick entrance I kept reentering. My stomach pressed against his back, his tail slapping against my chest, I fucked the fox like a proper vulpine.
His cries were muffled by the pillow he chewed on. The only words I could catch were 'yes, daddy bear' and 'harder, harder'. How could I refuse?
The fox's ring drove me completely wild. His red and white fur tickled my torso with each slam against those feminine hips. Saliva dribbled down my chin. The warmth around my hard bear cock sent deep shots of electric ecstasy up and down my spine. Was this the ass of an angel? Or an incubus? I've had plenty of men to know the difference.
My hips continued smacking against that rump until I felt my balls convulse and tighten. Then, giving one more guttural thrust, burying my dick as deep inside as he let me, I growled out a mighty roar. It echoed inside the big rig's sleeper, almost drowning out the sounds of the fox cumming alongside the noise of squelching seed filling him up.
"Ahhhh," I exhaled minutes later, finally being able to catch my own breath. "That was great...How about you, kiddo?"
"Mmmhmmm," he muttered before poking his snout from the fabric. " I think you broke my second virginity."
"Thought you claimed you were a virgin?" I asked.
"I lied," he shrugged, "but you were so fucking good that I got my virginity back and you took it, hehe."
Chuckling with him, we lay there in my sleeper as a gust of cold wind blew against the outside of the truck. Together, we cuddled close and drifted off to sleep in a beautiful afterglow that would stay in my memories.