Truck Driver Sex With 36 Wheeler On The Road 2

"Yeee Haaahhh," I screamed as my juice jetted into her mouth, which I held down on my cock so that she would have to swallow it, and she did swallow most of it, but there was so much cum, that some of it dripped through her lips and ran down her chin. There was gooey white cum all over. I reached for a tissue and handed it to her, and she daintily wiped her lips.

It was then that I noticed that Frank was almost transfixed. He had this fixed glassy stare, which was centered on my diminishing member, and the drops of cum on my belly.

"Hey, Frank? You okay, man?" I asked him

"Sure," he said. "How was it?"

"It was great," I told him. "The little lady really knows how to suck cock. Maybe you wanna change your mind and let me treat you to a blow job?" I asked.

"Not tonight," he told me. "Maybe sometime though."

"Okay," I said, "Sure. Anytime you want." I hitched up my pants, and I paid the girl and let her out of the truck. I moved back into the driver's seat. "Should we finish our game?" I asked him.

"No. I think I'll head over to my own truck," he said. "I'm a little tired." He was acting a little strange. His voice was a little shaky, and his hands were trembling a little, and he seemed to be perspiring a little. I sure hoped I hadn't shocked him so much that he wouldn't even want to talk to me anymore. He was turning away from me, and trying to open the passenger side door, and I saw what the problem was. He was trying to hide his hard-on. Watching the hooker giving me a blowjob had turned him on, and he didn't want me to know he was hard. I didn't say anything. I didn't want to let him know what I knew and embarrass him.

It was obvious to me that he wanted sex, and I wanted him to have it. So on the next trip, while we were playing cribbage, I looked out the window and saw another hooker. I rolled down the window and called her over.

"You want company?" She asked me.

"Maybe," I told her. "You give good head?"

"They tell me," she told me.

"How much?" I asked.

"Thirty dollars," she told me.

"Twenty," I said.

"Okay," she said.

I opened the door and pulled her up. I moved back into the bunk dragging her behind me. Frank was sitting glassy-eyed in the front seat, watching it all, a cribbage peg still in his left hand.

I pulled up my shirt and lowered my pants and let her do her thing, and she was just about as good as the other one had been. So good. So good. That warm hot mouth on my big thick dick.

"Oh, Frank," I said. "This little lady sure knows how to suck cock. She gives one hell of a blowjob. Suck it bitch. That's it. Take that big dick down your throat." She made a little gagging noise as I forced it back into her throat and thrust my hips up. "Oh, yeah, bitch. That's it. That's it. Suck this big dick. Suck it. Suck it."

"GGHHHAAAHHH," she choked, as my semen flooded down her esophagus.

"Man. That was so great," I said. "This little lady really knows how to suck dick, Frank. You gotta get your dick sucked. Let old Kendall treat you to a blowjob."

"No. That's okay," he said, putting up a hand, but I raised myself up a little and looked, and I saw what I saw. He had a hard-on. I was not going to let him refuse my friendly offer.

"Come on, buddy," I told him. "I can see that you need it."

"You can?" he asked, and his face got all red.

"Yes," I said, "So let's trade places. I'll get back on the seat, and you climb up into the bunk and let her suck your cock."

"Well, okay," he grudgingly acceded. "But don't ever tell Margaret," he told me.

"What are you, crazy?" I asked him. "Tell Margaret? Why would I ever do that? And don't you ever say anything to Ethel, you hear."

"Of course not," he said, and realizing that we were in the same position, he climbed into the bunk. He started to raise his shirt and lower his pants, but I told him, "Why don't you just get comfortable and take your pants all the way off."

He nodded, and pulled off his shoes before getting all into the bunk. And then he stripped off his pants and underpants. He had a nice piece of equipment himself. Now I could watch him get a blowjob.

"Do my friend," I told the girl.

"That's another twenty," she said.

"Of course," I told her.

She started to work on Frank's cock and balls, and even lick the insides of his thighs, and he was shuddering all over. He was so sensitive.

"Take his cock all the way down," I instructed her. "Deep, deep throat."

She did. "SHHHWWWW," Frank was moaning, or something like that.

"Raise your legs, Frank. Let her lick under your balls," I told him. He raised his legs.

"Lick his ass," I told her.

"Just the cheeks," she said.

"The hole," I said.

"No. Not for twenty dollars, I won't do that."

"I'll give you an extra ten? Is that okay?"

"I guess so," she said.

"Turn over on your belly Frank and let her lick your asshole. I know you never had anybody lick your asshole. You're gonna go out of your fucking mind."

He turned over and presented his firm round bubbles to the hooker. And also to me. Now I was transfixed. I think I was just sitting there staring glassy-eyed as she tongued the little hole between those beautiful bouncy cheeks. I had just come, and I swear I was getting another hard on.

I made her lick his ass for another five minutes, because I didn't want him to turn over, I loved looking at his ass so much, but then he did turn over, and he shot into her mouth, and I paid her a healthy fifty dollars for a job well done. I let her out of the cab.

Frank was putting on his pants and shoes, and was getting ready to go back to his own truck.

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked him.

"It was fantastic," he told me. "Thank you so much."

"My pleasure," I told him. "I like to see my good buddy having a good time. We'll do it again."

"Sure," he said. And then he got out and went back to his own truck. I climbed into my bunk and got undressed, but I didn't read my magazines. I closed my eyes and pictured Frank's beautiful round ass, as I jerked another load out of my balls.

Over the next several trips, we had assorted hookers give us head. Some were good. Some not so good. The luck of the draw. But I always made them lick Frank's little round pink asshole. I think I was in love with that asshole. I couldn't get enough of looking at it. And every time I pictured it in my mind, I would get a hard-on. Fuck. The truth is I was in love with Frank Bell's pretty ass. I wanted to fuck it. I would certainly have to keep that thought to myself.

Before you know it, a year had gone by, and Frank and Margaret had gotten some furniture for their house, and also Margaret was pregnant, so they were both real happy, as was Ethel. Ethel probably would have wanted more kids, if I hadn't put my foot down. Floyd and Fergus were quite enough, thank you.

We kept making our hauls, and time passed, and the baby was born, little Angie, and Ethel and I became god-parents. And it was great having Frank and Margaret down the street, but now what I looked forward to were the long hauls. Nebraska to New York. Nebraska to New York. Nebraska to New York. Frank and me driving the highways one behind the other, and then having dinner in a diner together, and then parking for the night in the truck stop, and sometimes playing cribbage, and sometimes we hired a hooker. We were so comfortable together now. I looked forward to the long drives now. I had a good buddy.

One night an awful thing happened, just before we were about to pull into a truck stop for the night. Some stupid car pulled right in front of Frank, and he had to jam on his brakes, and his trailer skidded clear horizontal across the road, and thank god there were no cars coming in the opposite direction because there would have been a complete pile-up. I eased my truck to a stop, behind Frank, and got out and held a lantern in the road to warn any cars behind me, while Frank was straightening out his trailer. Finally he got everything facing forward again, and we started down the road. Right after that we pulled into the truck stop and parked side by side. I got out of my cab, and jumped up onto his, opening the door on the passenger side.

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