TRUCKIN'
You may think its easy in a big rig but it gets alful lonesome, somedays are just dead out there on the CB-radio, but the coffee's good if you know where to go.
I'm just a simple trcker bear, my height is 7'2, brown all over, the only other thing you need to know is i'm a gay tucker.
I truck anything and everything, i've been to every state, twice! Maybe three times! The only company you get is on the CB, but some days most truckers are off or not on, my call name is papa bear and I have a friend who like me, he's on all times, alldays, his name is shire, just shire, says he's a horse that explanes the name I like to meet him, but like always when I get free time another job comes up.
I've been trucking for the past 20 + years, I know every road, every turn and every stop for "good" coffee.
It was at one of these stops I found old Joe, he's a gray hound, gray and shy as a mouse, when I found him he was in poor shape all skin and bones.
"GET OUT YOU MUTT!" was what I herd from the kitchen, I looked as I ate my 24 pound stake, he came running and hid under my table, the cook looked but instead of findinf the mutt he found me, I looked at him and he looked at me and walked away.
I sat back down and the mutt hopped on the chair next to me and whimpered, I just pet him and said "boy I like you how'd you like a bit of my stake?" I cut some up and he sniffed it and ate it, I luaghed and ordered a cup o'coffee and old Joe rested his head on my lap and went to sleep.
Ever since that day we've been pals, he sleeps in the back of my rig and watches when I sleep, he's not a good graurd dog but he'll out run you, before I catch you.
It was late at night and the CB was dead even old shire wasn't on, I then saw the lights of a rig but on it's side, it was at windy vally where if your not careful you'll end up turned over like a turtle.
I pulled over, the was like mine, it was painted, this one had horses on it, mine was blue with a night sky with the stars, I looked in and there was the driver on the other side knocked out, must have been a gust of powerful wind as his driving days where older then mine, at least 30 years+.
I pulled him out and checked him over, he was a nice horse all brown and yellow with a few patches of white here and there, he growned as I pulled him out and I carried him to my rig, he was mighty light for a horse.
I put him in the back of my rig next to Joe who sniffed him and then went back to bed, I knew there was a stop near here, as I drove I looked at him, he was 6'1 just a few inches shorter then me, his clothes where leather and jeans, he was cute but I didn't know if he was that type.
I got to the truck stop, the lights where on and I pulled in, getting him out and taking him to Dave who was a cook but he was a doctor too, he was a bear like me but black, he had a look over the lad "he seems ok, just a bump on the head" "whew that's okay, I'll go get his rig".
I left the shop with the tow truck and went after his rig, when I got there the sand had covered it up, if it wheren't for the lights being on I'd never seen it. I hooked up and pulled it out in a few seconds, then the night got stormy it was a sand storm.
I got in just as it hit us, the horse guy was still out cold, but when Dave put on a cup he was soon woke up and looked, I looked at him and said "welcome back", "where, what?", "You had a crash and I brought you here" he got up and looked, he then took the coffee that Dave had made, he soon went to sleep, Dave that is not me, well with the sand storm raging outside may as well get some sleep, not me though, I wanted to get to know the horse I'd saved.
We talked for what an entity, he was thankful and looked out at the storm, he sighed "matter horse? why the long face?" I chuckled into my mug, he looked and said "going to miss my next place, been 10 years since I've missed one", I looked and put my hand on his shoulder "you'll get their or my names not PAPA BEAR".
I noticed his ears picked up when I said that, "papa bear?" "Yeah, it's my CB name" he hugged me I didn't know what to do, so I just hugged him back, "well I knew you where friendly but" he stopped "oh sorry only, well, I'm shire".
The air seemed to die as the storm raged on, he looked and I looked and he was the first to break the silance "sure is nice to meet you papa bear", "same here shire but please call me bear", he nodded and we talked some more, he said the name came from the UK, when he got lost a nice shire horse helpped him out, ever since that day his call sign was shire.
We talked as the storm raged on outside covering everything in sand, shire then went looking for something to eat, "nothing here but sand, Dave's gone to bed", "oh, but there must be something to eat?" "Nope, except what's in the vender" he looked and put some money in and got some pie, he brought over two, he then put one of the plates in front of me and smiled, "here a gift for saving my life", he smiled and I just ate it smiling too, I made a friend now.
The strom raged on, would it ever end? I asked myself as I watched it cover the cafe in sand, poor shire was tried and like Dave he'd gone to sleep on one of the tables, I just sat by the front and watched the storm, the coke a cloa clock on wall read 2:30 in the morning.
Shire woke up and looked, the strom was still going but it had worn itself out like a bull at a rodeo it was still going but only a little, he looked and saw I was up drinking some coffee, it was from the machine cheap nasty stuff, "bear, yawn your still up?" "Yeah someones gota look out for others in the storm" "your so thoughtful!" He got up and walked over to me, "you better rest" I looked and then deiced to get some sleep even if it was 10 minutes or more.
I slept like a, well a bear, I didn't even hear the road sign come though the window, I was a deep sleeper not a lot wakes me up, except a nice cup of coffee, I could smell it, the beans all bown and ground up, then I smelled the hot steamy water hit the coffee making that great smell that is coffee.
I woke up and Dave was there, the storm was over and he fixed me and shire breakfast, shire had gone out to clean the sand off of hid rig, we ate and then shire meet Joe who had been sleeping in the back of my rig the whole time missing the show, shire petted Joe then Joe went back to my rig to sleep more.
We talked over breakfast and a few cars came in they where covered in sand, they sat drank coffee and then left, me and shire stayed, we talked as the cars and rigs came and went.
It was mid afternoon and the place was dead only a few others in the cafe, I looked on as I ate my lunch, shire then got up and went to the out house, I looked and left my breakfast and went to the out house too.
The smell was the first thing to hit your nose even though Dave mops and cleans the smell of farts and piss is still their but i've smelled worse.
As I got in I undid my zipper and looked, shire wasn't in here maybe gone to another out house or in the bushes, this out house stinks, i'm use to it but others would risk going in the bushes then in here.
I sighed and hummed a Whille Nelson song I knew off by heart, then in one of the out holes I herd humming like mine only more a whistle then humming.
I finshed up and knocked on the out hole door, "entre but only if your name is bear", I pushed the door open and the dim light light the area, "your a fine whistler, I wonder if those lips can do anything else?" I moved in closing the door and locking it.
He stood up all 6'1 of him and all 7'2 of me, we looked, his pants down my up but bulging, he then wrapped his arms around me and I did the same but to his lower back pulling him closer, "these lips can also kiss" he kissed me, his tongue and mine locked in action it was great, we kissed more our tongue's exploring each others mouth's until he stopped pulling back and making me fell great.
"You know my lips do other things too like sorting out hard ons", he loosened my top button on my jeans my bear cock came out all 9 inches of it hard and long.
He eyed it I was long but not thick, he then licked the tip his tongue felt great on my tip, he then went down easing his mouth onto my cock, he then started to lick and suck away.
I moaned at his touch of mouth, so soft, some I'd beeen with were rough and hard, his was soft and gentle, I pushed his head onto my cock more he loved it, with planing he eased my pants down more and felt the back of my leg moving up while still sucking, he then placed a finger in my ass I moaned he was felling how tight I was, I was lose but he would pull me apart like a tree and axe.
I couldn't hold on much longer, I held his head as he pushed his finger in again and I came, my bear load fillling his mouth as it leaked out at the sides, he then got off my cock and licked it and said some very nice words, "that was nice now for the final part my cock meet your ass's lips".
I turned around and he licked my ass, his hot tongue licking my insides, I moaned everytime he pushed that long tongue into me.
He stopped and then got up and said "please can you do me? Only i've only ever been giving", I looked and said "okay son, I'll do you".
Shire turned around and lifted his tail and speard his ass cheeks, I got down and gave a lick, I'd never licked another males ass all I did was do them or get sucked off, I pushed my tongue into his hole it was tight and he cleanched every time I pushed inwards.
I licked from his hole up to his back then on his neck, he moaned, his cock leaking pre and mine dripping pre, I then placed my cock to his ass lips and said "you ready for my cock?" of which he just moaned heavly.
I poked my tip into his hole and he moaned, I moaned manly at the tightness, I then thrust fast and he moaned at my 9 inch cock in him, he moaned and tried not to cleanch bur couldn't help but tighten up.
We moaned and I leaned over and started to feel his cock, how warm and soft it was, as I touched it, it would twich and leak pre it was cute but his ass was tight and he was going to cum and so was I.
I leaned upwords and kept thrusting in his tight ass rubbing my cock, then I growled loudly and shoot my load into him, the shoot made him moan and cum as well, my warm seed filling his tight ass.
I pulled out as he held onto me for about and hour and we cuddled, he then got up, hugged me and kissed me, "thanks bear, but i've got to dilver some things".
He walked to his rig carefully and got in, his big horn and I walked to my rig and over the CB said "good luck shire, I know your keep to that time", he just said "will do bear".
I got into my rig and set off too, I never saw shire again after that day, so I just keep thinking about him and his warmness.
I retyred trucking 30 years later, it was getting old and so ws I, but in the home i'd choosen had a friend in it, when I got there I meet shire again, and until my death we did nothing but talk and kiss as we loved each other.
The End
Enjoy it, done for all the truckers out there.