Tree Trunk Trucker - 09172023

Every now and then you hit the proverbial jackpot when it comes to cruising truckers. It happened to me again last night when I hooked up with a trucker at my local Love's truck stop.


I don’t travel much anymore due to work, and the pandemic. So, when I get long weekends, I’ll reserve a room at my nearby truck stop, and hope for some good trucker cruising. Sometimes it’s a bust, but other times, like last night, I score some good and memorable trucker action.


As modern times would have it, we started talking to each other using a dating app.  He wasyounger than what I'm used to cruising, but his profile peaked my interest whenI read how he was "overnighting" in my area "before another longrun."  I immediately thought he had to be some sort of trucker, and Iwas right!  (He later told me he never used the word "trucker" in his profile because he gets too many "crazies" hitting him up.) 


We did the photo swap dance, traded stats, and long-story-short, I invited him to my room.  The Love's in my town is right next to a little motel, and as fate would have it, he was parked right next door in his big truck for the night.  We both laughed at how things worked out.  I told him that I used to pick up truckers on the CB this way, and he said he'd heard stories of guys cruising truckers on the radio, but had never had the luck of landing a date that way. (Again, my discomfort with his age.) 


When I opened the door to my room, I was shocked. He was a mountain of a man!  I thought I held my own at 5'8" 200 lbs., but this fucker was about 6'2" and every bit of 320 lbs of bulked up beef!  He had a buzz cut, a clean shaven face that made him look a little childish, save for the thick porn stache that stuck out from under his nose.  I stuttered my words as I stepped aside and asked him to come in. 

This was his build!

"Not what you expected, huh?" he asked quietly.


I chuckled, and said "Not exactly, no. But definitely much better than what I'd hoped for." We made small talk as he undressed, and I stretched out on the bed as I wore nothing but a smile.  I wasn’t happy about the fact he was practically hairless except for the buzzcut and mustache, but I was very intrigued by his physique.


He got naked in no time as he peeled off his T-shirt, sweats, and flip-flops. He joined me in the bed, and suddenly the big, comfortable bed felt too small for the both of us.


"Man, this is nice," he mumbled as he wriggled his way up between my legs, past my belly, and put his face in my chest to inhale deeply. "It’s nice to be able to stretch out, mmm…" He went straight for my cock and sucked on it passionately. The sensation of a masterful blowjob caught me off guard, and I gasped as I felt him wrap his mouth tightly around my boner. This guy could suck dick!


"Good boy," I encouraged him. "That feels fucking amazing," I hissed between my teeth.


I realized I had just called him ‘boy’ even though he was almost double my size. It didn’t faze him. I looked down to glance over the mountain of flesh that squeezed itself between my legs.  His arms were immense, his legs were tree trunks, and his back and chest were massive. I grabbed him by the ears and fucked his face as he moaned louder to let me know he loved it as much as I did.


Without any warning, he got up on his knees and pulled me up from my legs so that my ass was at his face level.  He lifted me so only my upper back was touching the bed. He spread my legs open, and I felt like a turkey wishbone at Thanksgiving dinner about to be split in two.  I felt his powerful tongue deep in my hole, and he moaned so powerfully, the vibrations reverberated all though my insides. It felt incredible! His deep baritone voice really carried through me and I could feel his humming vibrate my prostate. His tongue-rape of my asshole continued for a few minutes before he slowly lay me back on the bed so that he sat between my wide-open legs.


“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said in a low voice.


“Yeah,” was all I could whisper.


He penetrated me immediately, and my breathing stopped when I felt his balls slap against me. He was all the way in.


“Breathe,” he said. “I’ll give you a minute.” Once he noticed my breathing had calmed down, he started a steady rhythm. This guy could fuck, too.


I lost count of all the positions he put me in. There were times he was under me. There were times he was over me. We were beside each other one moment, and I clearly remember another moment when I couldn’t tell which way was up. The fucking lasted an eternity, and at some point, he had stabbed my prostate enough to where I’d shot my load without even touching myself. He said he had cum, too, but he saw I had enjoyed it too much, so he didn’t stop.


We cleaned up, I got rid of the condom, and then I gave him a nice, little rubdown with a washcloth soaked in hot water. He really enjoyed the rubdown, and it gave me a chance to take in his massive body. I think the only thing that we had in common was the width of our ankles. Otherwise, the guy was hardcore mass! I asked him how come he was so big, and he told me was really into power lifting before he became a trucker. Now that he had been on the road a couple of years, he didn’t weigh as much as he did, his definition had taken a hit, but he liked to stay bulked and pumped up. I told him it looked good on him.


We made small talk, and he got up to leave. Despite my invitation to stay the night, he said he had to roll out early, and wanted to get some good sleep before he headed out. I thanked him, and saw him out. This was a memorable meeting not only because he had the typical powerlifter physique, but because he was outside of my preferred “older and hairy” zone. I guess there IS much to be said about playing outside of your comfort zone and trying new things.