Bad Connection

So I admit it. I'm spoiled. It's rather hard not to be, once you make certain accomplishments. In my case, I'm the head design software engineer (or in English, chief programmer) for an extremely successful software company. The company's ownership is the kind that believes in rewarding success lavishly, and ever since the last few products I had control over not only got rave reviews, but fewer than average bug complaints -- I was treated almost like royalty.

Of course, I had to learn that trying to refuse bonuses doesn't work. The employer takes it as a slap in the face, and your fellow employees see it as being "holier than thou."

From my perspective, I already had everything that really mattered -- a bigger salary than I could possibly spend, and a job where I could not only wear t-shirts and ratty jeans to the office, but where I could keep my beard! Even though the computer industry in a lot of ways is more tolerant of face fur than a number of other businesses, "Creeping IBM-itis" has made a number of computer oriented companies go the Blue Suit Clone route. It was a relief to find a position at a company where over half the board of directors was bearded -- a couple of them extravagantly so.

I eventually took the perspective that these bonuses and perks were "toys." I refused to take them seriously. The prime seats at sporting events and concerts I gave to friends -- unless it was, rarely something I actually wanted to see myself. When I was offered a company car, along with several other people in my personnel bracket, I chose the hottest sports car on the list -- an Acura NSX -- when all my colleagues were getting respectable BMW's. Almost more than the car itself, the cellular phone installed in it became a favorite toy of mine.

I woke up early one Saturday morning, ran through my daily workout, and decided as I looked out the window that it would be a perfect day for a drive. The rain the night before had washed most of the crud out of the air, and the new day was breaking bright and clear over LA -- an unusual enough occurence that it should be taken advantage of.

I showered, dressed and had a quick breakfast, then threw a few things in a bag. I pulled the T-roof panels out of the car and took off. I headed out east on I-10, figuring I would catch I-15 up into the mountains toward Wrightwood, which should be a beautiful drive on such a bright, sunny day.

It was even warmer than I had thought it would be; I hadn't been on the freeway long when I decided that the light cotton shirt I was wearing was too much. I pulled off onto the shoulder, stripped off the shirt and resumed my trip with the wind teasing the fur on my chest and shoulders as well as my curly black beard and hair. I popped open a soda from the cooler, fired up a cigar, and settled back to enjoy the drive.

Of course, one of my favorite parts of a pleasure drive is watching for hot lookin' men in the other vehicles, with truckers being a particular favorite of mine.

One truck caught my eye even before I saw what the driver looked like, because in addition to the expected CB antenna, I could see a cellular phone antenna mounted on one of the supports for the driver's side mirrors. I shifted over a lane so that there was an empty lane between his truck and my car, and slowly pulled up so I could get a good look, since the glimpse I got of him in the mirror -- and the hairy arm resting on the edge of the open window -- was promising.

As I slowly edged up, I noticed that the door of the cab bore the words "Jed Adams Independent Trucking" in fancy script. As I pulled up even, I saw a big, bushy dark beard, mirror shades -- and a big grin on his face as he looked back at me!

I slowed back down and drifted to where he couldn't easily see what I was doing in my car, donned my headset and called up directory assistance. It was a long shot, but it paid off when I actually got a number for a cellular phone registered to "Jed Adams Trucking."

I dialed all of the number except for the last digit, which I punched in just as I pulled back up even with his cab. I heard it start ringing, and I saw the trucker lean a bit to one side, then hold something up to his face.

"Jed here." His voice was deep and sexy with just a trace of some variety of southern accent.

"You don't see many truckers with cellular phones."

"Who is this?"

"Red sports car, off to your left."

He laughed, then said "Well, I'll be damned. What's on your mind?"

"Nothing in particular; just in kind of a crazy mood, and I've just never talked to a trucker on a cellular phone on the freeway before. How about you?"

I looked up at him as he said, "Gettin' my hands on that furry body of yours!"

I gave myself a good grope as I replied, "Just what I wanted to hear!"

"I've got to stop for diesel at the truckstop comin' up just before I-15; would y'all be interested in havin' a little chat face to face?"

"Sure would!" His comment about diesel prompted a quick check of my gas gauge, which told me I needed gas myself. "I need fuel too, so I'll just follow you in."

"Get your gas, then park -- I'll find you."

"Will do."

I hung up, then maneuvered my car in behind his truck and followed him off towards the truck stop. He headed for the diesel pumps, and I got my gas, then pulled into a relatively deserted part of the car lot. I tossed my stuff out of the passenger seat into the back, then unlocked the passenger door and sat back to wait.

It wasn't long before the door opened and my furry friend dropped into the passenger seat. He seemed to be somewhere around 6 feet tall, and in pretty good shape. Although it looked like the fur on his chest was thicker than mine, his back was pretty much smooth, while I had a uniform carpet front and back.

His beard was a dark brown, just starting to get streaks of grey at the temples and chin, about two inches long at the chin and neatly trimmed.

He grinned at me and asked, "Whatever gave you the idea to call me, and how did you get the number?"

"I got the number from information, and I called... well, partly because I'd never seen a truck with a cellular phone before."

"... and?"

I grinned back. "And because I liked what I saw in the cab."

"When I saw you the first time -- all that fur, black beard, that big stogie, and that fat bulge in your shorts -- I was hoping you'd try and make contact somehow -- I just never expected the phone! I'm glad you did, though."

"So am I." I started ruffling my fingers through his chestfur right over his breastbone, and after a moment, he did the same. After a moment, our hands drifted to nipples, and that led to a slow, gentle, LONG kiss.

As our hands moved down from chests to crotches, our kissing got more energetic and urgent, until he finally broke away.

"Let's go back to my truck and get in the sleeper; it's a lot more comfortable and private."

"Sounds like a plan to me!"

He helped me replace the roof panels, and I grabbed a small beltpouch from the trunk before we left the car. "Party favors," I said, and he grinned.

I followed him back to his truck, and he had me climb into the cab while he checked out the truck. I quickly crawled back into the sleeper, and undressed, throwing my clothes out onto the passenger seat.

The sleeper was surprisingly roomy, with what seemed to be a real mattress instead of a thin foam pad. I'd just finished sorting through my "party favors" when the driver's door opened.

I heard him chuckle at the sight of my clothes in the passenger seat, and then he climbed up into the sleeper and started stripping. As soon as he'd finished, he snapped a flap closed over the opening into the cab.

"There... that way, neither one of us will have our bare ass hanging out for the world to see!"

"Speaking of which..." I grabbed his furry ass in both hands and rolled him over on top of me as we resumed kissing. We both got rock hard, and when we finally came up for air, he got a nasty twinkle in his eye, slid down my body and sucked my cock down to the base in one smooth swallow.

He maneuvered himself so he was facing my feet to get a better angle on my dick; given the opportunity, I didn't pass up the chance to plug my tongue up his furry butthole. That made him groan and push his ass back into my face as he sucked harder on my dick.

The way his butt was opening up to my tongue, I knew what he was really after, so I grabbed the appropriate items from my kit and pulled him back around.

He grinned as I started lubing my dick and his asshole, and even wider when I handed him the bottle of poppers.

"That's the real thing -- I've got a friend that makes 'em."

He took a long hit. "Damn, these are the real thing... and they're doing just what they always do to me!"

"What's that?"

"Make me horny to get fucked!"

He positioned himself astride me and slowly sank down onto my cock, snorting poppers the whole time.

"Oh, yeah! Been a LONG time since I got a big dick up my ass!"

He started slowly riding my dick up and down. I reached up and took hold of his meaty nipples as he started to stroke his dick in time with his dick-riding.

After a bit, though, it became clear that the ceiling of the sleeper was too low for him to sit astride without cramping his neck, so he lay back and braced his feet on the ceiling as I got on top and slipped back into him. I started off slowly, but as his hands ran up and down through the fur on my back, I started picking up speed until we were making the whole cab rock back and forth.

He tried to jerk off, but I pinned his arms above his head with one hand. That not only kept him from coming too soon, but it filled the air of the sleeper with the smell of his hot, sweaty armpits.

"Yeah, Trucker -- you're gonna bust yer nut without even touching yourself with my big fat dick pounding up yer ass, huh?"

"Fuck me harder!"

"You're gonna splatter that chest fur with a big load of hot Bear Juice, ain't ya?"

"Fuck me HARDER!"

"Just remember, you ASKED for it!"

I let go of his wrists so I could grab onto his shoulders with both hands. I curled his body up a bit tighter to raise his ass and give me a little better angle, then really started pounding it to him -- not just fast strokes, but letting him feel my crotch slamming against his ass instead of pulling back for the next thrust.

A little more adjusting, and I was able to get my teeth and tongue on his nipples, which set off a new round of moaning and groaning. After chewing his tits for a while, I licked my way up his neck and shoved my tongue into his mouth.

As I'd noticed when we first started, kissing seemed to get Jed hot, fast. We hadn't been tongue-wrestling long when he started moaning about being close. I braced his arms above his head again to keep his hands off his dick, and picked up my tempo.

"Yeah, you sleazy fucker -- make that dick spit all over your belly fur! Show me how much you like my dick pounding up your horny butthole with a big load of hot cream splatterin' all over you! Let's see if you can hit yourself in the face, huh?"

"Oh yeah... Yeah... YEAH... YEAH -- AAAIIIIGGHH!!!! FUCK! YEAH!"

True to my urging, the first big gob of his cum landed right on his chin, the next one landed in between his nipples, and the rest landed in his belly fur. His twitching asshole took me to the edge, and I pulled out of his hole, moved up his bucking body and unloaded my wad all over his beard.

One gob hit him high on the cheek; another one matted down the left side of his moustache, while a third joined his cum on his chin. I milked the last of it out onto my hand, then smeared it into one of the few dry spots left in his beard.

I lay down on top of him, and he wrestled me over so that he was on top. In the ensuing kissing and snuggling, our combined cum was thoroughly smeared over both our chests and beards.

Jed checked his watch, and said, "Awww, shit. I hate to fuck 'n run, but it's getting late, and I've got to get moving."

"Yeah, me too -- and besides, we're in danger here."

Jed looked shocked. "What do you mean?"

I grinned. "If we don't separate soon, we might wind up glued together!"

"I can think of worse fates!"

I got dressed and sat in the passenger seat while Jed did the same, and when he slipped down into his seat I handed him one of my cards.

"That's got my home and my car phone numbers on it, for anytime you're around and ready for a re-match."

"Thanks! You can bet I'll use it. But this wasn't really necessary."

"Why not?"

He reached over and groped my crotch as he said, "You've already GOT my number!"

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written by rick.wagner