Truck Driver Sex With 36 Wheeler On The Road 4

I lifted my hand up to my mouth for a second, and I broke our kiss only long enough to lick my finger, which I then reached around and let it feel for his little pink hole. I began to finger his wonderful aperture, and it was trembling and opening for me.

"You have such a beautiful ass," I told him. "I've been in love with your ass since the first time I saw it, when that hooker was tonguing it."

He didn't say anything. He just pushed himself further back against my finger, so that it was going into the hot tight tunnel between his cheeks.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "Oh, yeah. It feels so good, Kendall. It feels nice."

"I bet my dick would feel even better," I suggested.

"I think maybe it would," he admitted.

"Would you like me to fuck you?"

"Please, Kendall. I'm begging you to fuck me. Fuck me, please."

"Since you ask so nice, how can I say 'no?' I've been wanting to fuck this sweet ass for such a long time. I never thought it would ever happen."

"Fuck me, Kendall. Please fuck me."

I climbed over him and gently eased my rod into his anxious opening. I wanted to go slow, but he wanted it so bad, he kept moving back into it. "Unnnnhhhhh. Unnnnnnhhhh. Unnnnnhhh," he groaned, and I knew it was hurting him. But I knew that the more it hurt him, the more he wanted it, and he just wanted me to open him up so he would be used to it and like it and I could fuck him like I could fuck a drunken whore.

"Unnnnhhhhhh. Unnnhhhhhh," he moaned, still pressing back on it and squeezing down on it.

"It's almost all in," I told him. "The worst is over."

"Yeah," he said. "It feels better. It feels good. I feel your dick inside me, Kendall. It feels good. Fuck me, Kendall. Fuck me."

And now I knew that I had free access to his beautiful stretched asshole and my cock began to seesaw in and out between the firm cheeks I was lying upon.

"Oh, Frank. Baby. What a sweet ass you have. What a sweet fuck."

"I love you," he said.

"I love you," I said.

"My cock is gonna spit on your bunk," he told me.

"Go ahead. Let it," I told him.

And I felt him coming. I felt it in the musculature of his asswalls as they pressed around my dick, as he shot out onto the bunk, and I couldn't hold back a second longer. My own cum shot out into my good buddy's sweet body, and I have never known such heaven. We lay in that same position all night. We just fell asleep connected as we were. I had never had that kind of a connection with Ethel or with any other woman.

We drove together and fucked together for years and years. We each were leading double lives. As happily married husbands and fathers, and as roadway lovers. Frank and Margaret ended up having three kids, and I felt just like an uncle to them. Floyd and Fergus ended up both going to college. Then Floyd went to med school and became an orthopedic surgeon, and Fergus went to law school and got a big job with a big firm in New York. Now, every time when I drive from Nebraska to New York, I have to meet Fergus for lunch before driving home.

Frank's kids mostly worked in the community. Their boy, Kendall---(right-they named him after me,) he owned the local Toyota dealership franchise, and was doing real well. And the two girls, Angie, and Alice both became psychologists and worked for the state.

And then I was sixty-five and the company was going to make me retire. I didn't want to. I wanted to keep driving. But they didn't want an old guy on the road. Insurance rates and all that stuff. So they threw me a party and gave me my gold watch. Everybody was having a great celebration at the party, but not Frank. He was off in a corner, huddled in a chair, looking very morose. I went over to him.

"Frank, old buddy."

"What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do on the road without you?" he was almost crying.

"It won't be the same," I told him. "But you'll have another driver in my truck."

"But not you. But not you."

It was true. After all these years we were being separated against our wills.

The next few years were real hard, with Frank on the road a lot of the time, and me stuck in the house with Ethel all the time. We just couldn't get together to do our thing that often. Just every once in a while. I'd plan a hunting or fishing trip for a couple of days, and off we would go. And it was wonderful. Frank and me, together. Fucking as we had always fucked. My wonderful Frank. My beautiful buddy. He was still beautiful. A little older, a little leaner. Maybe his cheeks weren't as firm. Maybe my dick wasn't always so stiff, but it was enough. We were happy.

Eventually Frank got his gold watch also. I attended the party. We would be fellow retirees. Now we could take hunting and fishing trips whenever we wanted. Our time was our own.

As we both got older, the sex fever started to die, but we were just happy being together and holding each other. Cuddling.

We both know that we are nearing the end of our days, and that there will come a time when one of us will have to leave the other, probably me first. I hope me first. I am the oldest. It should be me first. I don't want to face a life without my buddy.

But, oh those wonderful days, chasing each other down the highways of life. Nebraska to New York. Nebraska to New York. Nebraska to New York. Him in his eighteen-wheeler. Me in my eighteen-wheeler. Together, I guess we had 36 wheels. 36 wheels and a lifetime of love.

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written by kicky1000