Truck Driver Sex With 36 Wheeler On The Road 3

"You okay, buddy?" I asked him.

And then he just totally broke down. He started crying and sobbing.

"I could have had a wreck. I could have killed people. I could have been killed myself."

"Ssshhh. Sssshhh. It's okay," I told him. "These things happen."

I put my arms around him and held him against me. His head was pressed against my chest and he was still sobbing.

"Sssshhh. Sssshhh. It's okay. Nothing happened." And I realized I was stroking his back and caressing him. And I guess it was at that point that I admitted to myself what I had probably subconsciously already known. I was in love with Frank Bell. I loved this slim pretty man with the delicate face and the pretty, round, firm, bouncy butt cheeks.

"Come on. We'll go get some dinner," I told him. "You'll feel better after you get some hot soup into your stomach."

"Okay," he said. "And Kendall..."

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Just thanks," he said. "Just thanks for being here for me. I appreciate it."

"We're buddies, right?" I asked.

"Yes," he said, and that settled the question. We walked down to the diner at the end of the lot and had some dinner. As we were walking back to the trucks, the hookers were getting thick around us, getting ready for business in the night.

"Can I treat you to a hooker?" I asked him.

"No," he said. "Not tonight. I'm not in the mood."

"You want to sack out? It's early."

"No. I don't want to go to sleep yet. I don't want to be alone. I want to stay with you for a while, if that's okay."

"Sure," I said, and we climbed into my cab and sat side by side on the front seat.

"Do you want to play some cribbage?" I asked him.

"No. I don't want to play cribbage, but I don't want to go to my own truck and be alone right now, if you don't mind."

"Hell. I don't mind," I said. "But listen. It's not so comfortable sitting in these seats. We've been sitting in these seats all day. I'd like to lie down a little and relax. Why don't you come up into the bunk with me, and we can just relax?"

"Sounds like a good idea," he told me. We both took off our shoes and climbed into the tight bunk. I put my magazines under the pillow. It was very cramped, and keeping our arms along our sides was not a good option, so I told him to raise up a little, and I put an arm under his shoulders, and kind of held him.

And then a couple of seconds later, we had shifted and we were facing each other, and his arm was around my back too, and I looked into his eyes with those long lashes, and before I knew what I was doing I was doing a crazy thing. I was kissing him. I had him totally gathered in my arms and I was kissing him. And he was kissing me back. Passionately. He opened his mouth so that my tongue could explore, and then he licked my tongue with his own. Now his eyes were shut. He was just kissing. Totally concentrated on kissing. Our bodies were pressed together. Our hard pricks were pressed together. I surrendered to emotions I had never felt before. A love and a longing I had never before known, and here I was a married man nearing forty.

I didn't know what to say in this awkward situation, so I just kept kissing him, and I was so conscious of his body rubbing against mine. As we were kissing, I felt his hand close around the prick which was still inside my pants.

"You're hard," he observed.

I reached down and felt him. "So are you," I said.

"Yeah," he answered, and then each of our mouths devoured the other's again. I had taken my hand off his dick to press his face into mine, but he was still holding mine through my pants and stroking it as best he could.

"Can I treat you to a hooker?" he teased me.

"Maybe," I said. "Sure looks like I need one."

"No. You need a blowjob. Not a hooker."

"I guess you're right there," I admitted, knowing where this was leading and smiling a little. "What did you have in mind?" I was going to tease it out of him.

"I thought maybe I could suck your cock for you. Would you like that?"

"Only if you'd like to suck my cock," I told him.

"I fell in love with that cock the first minute I saw it hard," he told me. "That was even before I fell in love with you."

"You're in love with me?"

"Yes."

"The feeling's mutual, buddy. I thought I was gonna go to my grave with this secret."

And then we were kissing again.

"Why don't we get a little more comfortable?" I suggested.

"Why don't we?" he affirmed

It was hard to strip off our clothes with the two of us pressed together in that tight space, but finally I gathered them all in my hand and reached my arm through the curtain, to drop them on the front seat.

"You're so beautiful," I told him.

"So are you," he said. I didn't think I was, but I was glad he thought so.

"I love your long curly eyelashes. They're so fucking sexy," and then I kissed each of his eyelids. His hand had gone back to stroking my cock, which was no longer enclosed in fabric. It felt real good.

And then he started kissing and licking down my chest, moving with difficulty in the narrow bunk. He licked each of my nipples, (I guess that he did that to Margaret and that it turned her on.) Then he tongued down the center of my chest and belly, and poised himself to take my dick into his mouth. But first he looked up into my eyes."

"This is my first time. I'm not gonna be as good as those hookers you've been hiring. I hope I don't disappoint you."

"I won't be disappointed," I assured him. "I love you. That you want to do this for me means a lot."

I wasn't expecting a professional blowjob anyhow, and I didn't care if it wasn't the greatest in the world. I only wanted for him to enjoy himself. He said he loved my dick, and I wanted to be able to give him pleasure with it. He started licking it a little. His first taste of dick. Trying to decide if he liked it or not, I guess. When he got it wet enough, and was used to feeling the smoothness of my knob against his tongue, he opened wider and took it in.

"Oh. I love your big dick," he crooned. "I love having your big dick in my mouth. I want you to spurt your juices into my mouth, okay?" And then he started really seriously sucking on it, and you could tell he loved it. "I want you to spurt your juices into my mouth, okay?" he asked again.

"Sounds good to me," I said, because he was driving me up the wall. He was a fast learner, and he really took to it. He was just as good as any of the hookers I had had. Better. I loved him. That made it better. And then I felt my balls drawing up into my body, getting ready to expel their manufacture. SSSSHHHHEEESSSSHHHH," I screamed as my hot cum gushed out into my buddy's warm mouth. He licked it. He savored it. He swallowed it. The hookers hadn't swallowed it. They had spit it into a tissue hidden in their hands. Frank had swallowed my spunk.

"How was it? he asked me, hoping I would praise him.

"Buddy, you gotta know that that was the most magnificent blowjob I think I've ever had. I guess I should help you out," I offered, a little nervously. I didn't know if I would really take to sucking cock.

"No. It's okay. I shot off when you shot into my mouth. It was so damn exciting to me I just exploded." He climbed back up to lie alongside me, and we started to kiss again. Maybe I was getting my first little taste of mancum from his tongue and his saliva as we kissed, and the cum was my very own.

I think we lay there just making kiss-love for about two hours, and then I started getting horny again. My cock was lengthening out. He reached down and felt it appreciatively. He squeezed it a little. Meanwhile my arm had drifted lazily around his butt, and now I had my palm directly on those bouncy firm buttcheeks which I was so in love with, and I was patting them, and squeezing them, and he was responding by pushing his ass back against my hand.

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