Roadside Mayhem Part 1

“Here, take a swig of this and calm down! You’re safe fer now, anyway. What the fuck are you doin’ in the lot at this hour by yerself?”

I took a deep mouthful of the burning liquid, and passed it back to the man. He brought it to his lips, and throwing his head back chugged most of the whiskey down his throat. Some of the amber liquid spilled on his chin, and dripped into his rusty chest hair to mix with his sweat. The video droned on, the moans and curses from the actors a surreal background to my own personal drama. His eyes flashed to the screen, and then back to me. He started to rub his swollen, red nipples.

“I was jus’ watchin’ a little action flick, hope your not offended. I have straight videos if you would prefer. I like to watch both kinds, I guess I’m what you call a switch-hitter, huh?”

I thanked him for saving my ass, and told him I didn’t mind watching the video, I was just happy to be safe. Point of fact, the video was taking my mind off the recent danger, and the Jack Daniels was having a mellowing effect on me. I took another sip, then the trucker polished off the bottle. He told me his name was Red. I sat quietly in the seat as he climbed back into the bunk, and I tried not to turn around and look despite the throaty moans that soon came from the large dude in the tousle of blankets on the mattress.

“Hey, pal, why not come back here where it’s comfortable? I won’t bite unless you want me to!”

I turned to look at him. he was totally nude, his large warm body filling the bunk from side to side. He was ruggedly handsome, with a rough cowboy kind of look, unshaven and a little craggy. His ruddy skin was tanned like leather on his face, arms and torso, but startlingly white from the waist down where his pants had blocked the sun. He had ample body hair everywhere I could see, in a warm reddish-brown. That explained his nickname, Red. His stomach was large, but not flabby, just a generous amount of pure all-American beef. He sported a goatee on his chin that was in need of a trim. I guessed he’d been making truck runs for a while, and grooming must be difficult on the road. His eyes were a little glazed from the whiskey, it gave him a sleepy, sexy faraway look. He broke out in a big grin as I crawled back into his arms. We immediately kissed intensely, and his tongue went far into my throat. We explored each others mouths. I lay across his expansive chest and he put his arms tightly around my waist. I slid away from his rocky face and lowered my tongue into the bristle of fur on his chest. I smelled the Jack Daniels he had spilled there. I groomed him with my tongue, licking his chest clean of sweat and booze. He was salty, sweet and delicious. Red began to undress me. He peeled my tee-shirt off my back, and fumbled with his thick, meaty fingers at my belt buckle. I reached down and opened it for him, and unzipped my fly. he reached into the waistband of my boxers and found my hard-on. I may not be huge, but my dick is a nice comfortable size. He seemed to like it, his face lit up and he beamed a big mischievous smile at me. He slid my pants and boxer shorts off my legs and I lay naked in his beefsteak arms. His growing dick lay next to mine as we hugged.

“Man, I don’t know what I goddam did to deserve this, but I’m fuckin’ glad you showed up when you did!” I was about to beat myself off again, and turn in for the night. You are so beautiful. You mind me callin’ ya beautiful? You fuckin’ are, man! You look like one of them statues in a museum, all chiseled and perfect and white.”

He ran his hands over my body. He started at my soft shoulders, running down my arms with his coarse hands. He caressed my chest, cupping each pectoral with a hand and rolling the tender nipples in his fat fingers. He continued down my smooth torso, stopping to stick a finger in my belly button. My skin was glowing azure and Red’s rusty body hair looked as dark as ink in the electric-blue light coming from the screen.. The huge blonde on the video had the twink face-down on a chaise lounge, and was pounding his ass with his big dick. I watched the actor’s butt rise and fall as his cock pumped into the kid’s open hole. Red and I watched the fuck scene for a few minutes as we fumbled about each other’s bodies. His dick seemed as big as a log when I first saw it, and it had not stopped growing since. It was now very sizeable, and very swollen. I was pulling on it, making it even longer and stiffer. Red was looking from me to the video, and back to me. I think he couldn’t decide which was more of a turn-on. He decided to have the video and me, too. Pulling himself up against the wall of the bunk, he muscled me into position between his widespread legs, my face lying on his powerfully built thigh. 

“You ready for me? I fuckin’ can’t hold it in much longer, I’m ready to blow my nuts any second! I want you to suck me off, I wanna go deep, baby, and I want you to swallow my load!”

I took his big penis in my mouth. Red thrust the fleshy shaft far into my throat. I choked, but did not push him away. His cock was throbbing against the roof of my mouth like a vibrator. The gagging stopped, and I pulled on his hips and forced his mighty cock past the bend in my throat. Red, still watching the video, held the back of my head and drove my face fully into his crotch, his entire dick inserted into my throat. I’m always turned on by dominant partners, and like giving up my sex to a forceful man. I held my own aching dick in my fist, and tugged at it furiously. I was laying face down with my head impaled on Red’s manly spear, my rump sticking up into the air before him. He rubbed and caressed my milky white ass cheeks, and gave me a few gentle spanks. My head rose and fell on that mighty cock until finally we shot our loads at the same time, always an exhilarating way to end a hot scene. My cum arced out across the blanket, hitting Red’s inner thigh and dripping in gobs to the sweaty blanket. Red struck me in the back of the throat with several bitter, salty wads of jizz. I swallowed hard, and his thick slippery cum rain heavily down my throat and into my belly. I choked again, and his softening cock fell out of my over abused mouth. The VCR whirred on as we hugged each other and kissed.

I had to get back to the SUV, I had to get to my cell phone and let everyone back home know I was okay, or sort of okay, and that I hadn’t been crushed in a car accident or something. I should have been back in New York hours ago. I got myself cleaned up with some wet wipes and dressed. Red wanted me to wait a little longer, then he offered to walk me back to the car, but I assumed the danger was past. I just wanted to get back on the road. Better to say thanks and goodbye here. One last deep kiss for the big red man., then I opened the truck door and stepped out into the open air. The night was crystal clear and the sky was brilliant with stars. I walked across the truck lot to the restroom building. I saw my car parked on the far side, where I had left it in the yellow zone hours ago.

The first thing I noticed was a pink strip of paper tucked under the windshield wiper. That fucking bastard DiSalvo had roughed me up, taken advantage of his power, ejaculated in my mouth and stolen my cigarettes. To add insult to injury, he had come through the lot again to gave me a ticket for illegally stopping in a no parking zone. What a fucking scum-ball! But I knew all I would remember about him months from now would be the sweet taste of his cock releasing a salvo of hot cream in my throat. I went around to the driver’s side and stopped in my tracks. My heart jumped into my throat. The rear wheel had been removed from the axle! The back of the car was up on a cinder block. I heard laughter from the entrance to the building. Then I noticed the Harleys, and the four bikers gathered there in the harsh fluorescent light. Propped against the side of the wall was my tire. They came down on me like a swarm of demons, circling and taunting me as I clung to the side of the car.

“Hey, pussy! What’s the matter? No one around to save your sorry ass this time? Maybe we can help you out!”
“Yeah, looks like you in some big trouble now, buddy!”
“What a freakin’ shame, some son-of-a-bitch stole your fuckin’ tire!”
“I got some tire for you, baby!”
That’s a sweet little caboose you got. Any room in there for me?”
“Me next! I don’t mind sloppy seconds!”
“Maybe if you’re real nice to us, we might help you find your tire!”
“Start begging, bitch!”

Four bikers, each a different type, but of equally depraved intent. The biggest of them was a black man with a hulking frame, sloping shoulders and a large waistline. His big arms looked like hams, and he had leather straps buckled tightly around his biceps. His dark skin, not brown but inky black, contrasted against his grubby white undershirt. I could see tight rings of kinky black hair abundantly scattered across his pecs. His broad nose flared as he shouted filthy comments at me, his face set in a dopey grin that made him look stupid. The second man was white, with mousy brown hair buzzed short around his ears. He had a thick, droopy ‘stache that covered his upper lip. He also wore a white undershirt and I could see the outline of tit rings on each of his nipples. I also noticed large spider web tattoos radiating from each elbow. He sported several silver rings in each ear. He was tall and slim, with long legs and a substantial bulge in his faded denim jeans. The third goon looked Puerto Rican. The stocky latin was shirtless, and the name CHICO was emblazoned across his toffee-colored belly in old English script letters. He was almost hairless except for little rings of black hair circling his nipples. His smooth arms and chest were big and meaty, almost out of proportion to his frame. He must do a lot of upper-body exercises. Finally, the fourth man appeared to be no more than five-five, a little man who more than made up for being height-challenged by massing out his muscles to bodybuilder proportions. His handsome round face was covered in short coarse stubble with long squared-off sideburns. He carried huge boulders of beefy muscle on each shoulder. His pectorals appeared to jump off his chest in flexing mounds of flesh. Totally ripped abs rolled across his shiny torso. He was the most attractive and, except for his stature, had the raw sexiness of a porn star.