The Guys That I Lie: Fat Trucer

"Hey. I'm heading into town tomorrow night. Should pass your apartment around eight o'clock. You horny?"

That last part of the statement made me hard each time Harvey asked. The 63-year-old married "paw paw" is a trucker who doesn't get the attention he deserves at home with Elaine, his wife of 41 years, and so he'd end up in my lap, literally.

"I just wanted my cock rubbed from time to time," he told me when I asked why he was stepping out. "She wasn't with it, so here I am."

Sex escaped their marriage and ultimately triggered his curiosity. This led to our periodic trysts after a meeting in a coffee shop not too far from where I live in Suffolk, Virginia, as he needed to maintain discretion as he shared a home in Virginia Beach (40 miles away).

"Elaine would be devastated if she knew what I was doing," he said of our meeting. "It's been over two years since she's even rubbed me, and barely kisses me now."

The five foot eleven, 320 lb. Caucasian bear had been trucking since before he was married, and so times like what we were about to experience were important. He wanted "petting time" after days, sometimes weeks at a time on the interstate. Before me he claimed he jacked off a couple truckers in his cab as the three of them had been drinking, and wanted more except the guys got their nut and left him hanging.

"I really want to get fucked," he told me during our first meet.

"Hell, to be honest, I'd never thought I'd be with a black guy."

He knew he had his work cut out for him as he saw pictures, and admitted that I was bigger than he thought.

"I mean, Harvey I workout, I do like to eat, but I'm manageable," I told him as I took to heart what he said.

"No son, I mean, that cock of yours is something out of a fucking comic book," he said in his New Jersey twang.

Harvey's animated disposition made me like him even more, and he loved my body, all six foot five, 300 lbs. of this black and hairy frame as he claimed he never dreamed of being with a bear my size.

We sat and talked for a couple hours at that coffee shop as I could tell I was some sort of release for Harvey, for we discussed life as him being a father, grandfather, breadwinner and so many other titles. He was the alpha matriarch of his clan, but he showed he wanted to lay down his sword at times, and receive affection as he gave his partner. I listened to him as he wore a pair of reading glasses at the edge of his nose, as I loved his accent, loved his blue eyes as they locked on mine when he spoke. I loved his emphasis on family as he cherished it the most despite his premise with me. I loved that he was a man's man, someone that you could take fishing or watching sports with, then fuck senseless behind closed doors.

"I can be your best friend," he told me.

Surely was a budding cock slut star, but he was truly one of the guys that had an itch that needed scratching.

"Can we go to your place," he asked, and after that initial meet he followed me to my place to get down and dirty as we started off with him riding my face with that sweet ass, then riding my dick as I was nine inches deep in his pussy. Harvey's bear daddy hole was so good it made us both climax simultaneously as he stroked himself off while bouncing.

"So how do you grade black dick," I asked him after.

"Grade A," he said as our chemistry in bed was undeniable.

Another two years passed since the coffee shop and he was texting me on a Friday again.

"Can we have dinner somewhere near your place," he asked.

There was a small Mexican restaurant just up the street from my apartment, with an adjoined parking lot where he could park his rig in its entirety. I met him there, pulling up to the driver's side before he exited his purple Freightliner in a blue cowboy hat, sleeveless t-shirt, jeans and cowboy boots while having the biggest smile on his face. Harvey could light up a room whenever he showed his perfect teeth, and when he hopped in my pickup he kissed me smelling like an expensive fragrance.

"Someone's happy," I said to him as he fastened his seatbelt.

"The happiest bottom in Virginia right now and why? Because I haven't touched that cock in almost three weeks and I'm feening for it," he told me.

We pulled into the lot of the restaurant as it was empty, the two of us being the only patrons. We received the best treatment, and even better food while just enjoying each other. He joked about staying away from any beans.

"Can't be tooting while you're rooting," he said to me.

I loved his sense of humor as Harvey truly felt he could be himself around me, and this moment was special for I wasn't seeing anyone else, just making time to hang out and fuck such a gorgeous man. We had a couple of drinks and became a little inebriated, so we decided to check into the motel that was a block away, vice risk driving to my place.

"For $70, this place ain't bad at all," he said once we entered the room.

I was behind him, closing the front door one moment, then pulling off his hat the next, before wrapping my arms around his hairy belly. I untucked his shirt to place my hands on his hairy chest, then lightly squeezed his nipples while he undid his belt.

"Feel that hard dick," he said as my waist poked against his back.

His pants dropped and he turned around so we could kiss while he tried to pull down my shorts.

"Papa missed you," he said.

"Well then show me," I responded before he took off his shirt and kneeled in front of me.

I hadn't jacked off since the night after he left, for the last time we played, I bent him over my balcony. Harvey had a thick and welcoming ass, a deep slit that could barely handle my girth the first couple of minutes.

"Get back in that slot so I can yell jackpot," I said to him while stroking his hair as he remained on his knees.

He was an even better cocksucker for he paid special attention to my balls, and where to suck on the shaft as he knew my "cum points." He'd moan while clamping my shaft with those lips, sucking good enough for me to fall in love with him for the time.

"Papa needs to be fucked," he expressed between slurps. "And I mean fucked good and deep, deep to where I can feel it in my guts. You up to the task?"

We didn't waste another minute once I helped him off the ground. We kissed frantically as I placed my hands on his sweet cheeks, darting my tongue in his mouth to remind him of my dominance. He moaned as we swapped sit and hit air, his breath tangling with mine in a moment of passion. His facial hair pressed againt my smooth face in a moment where we couldn't stop tasting each other, either one of us not willing go let loose from making out.

"How you want it," I asked

He wanted it on his back as he assumed the position, and I would scan around rhe room for any liquid to use as lubricant, finding some fruit smelling lotion. Usually I would rim him good first, but we were too far gone. He'd thrust his legs in the air at the edge of a queen mattresses, and I rubbed lotion on his hole, then stroked my dick with the liquid before I arched down and pressed my phallus in his tunnel.

"Awfffff," he yelped as I stretched his "hymen."

I watched him squirm as he tried to adjust to the girth. I pushed in until my balls rested against his ass, and my cock was completely submerged.

"That ass needs a good thrashing," I told him.

I knew the pain he experienced, but I wouldn't be denied, and he wanted me deep as he went without for too long.

"I love that wet hole," I said to him after a minute or two of slow grinding. "Love the way you give me that ass."

I was grinding my hips side to side as I let the dick "massage" his walls. His deep breaths and him showing his teeth turned me on more, and so I wiggled his hips harder to get him off. I'd pull out, then pushed back in as his hole made the typical squishy sounds, the air releasing from the pressure I imposed as I played within.

"I own this pussy," I told him while plowing him.

Harvey pledged to never let anyone else penetrate him and he was good to his word, allowing me to enjoy the firm pull his twat would give each time I retreated.

"Keenan, give it to me, baby," he begged.

I looked down as began I jamming him hard, as this beautiful man's body jiggled from the impact. I gave merciless thrusts with his little cock swaying, releasing streaks of precum all over his belly. I had to cover his mouth as Harvey became extremely loud while enjoying me plunging in and out, causing his ass to nut all over the base.

"Out there on the road, I bet you fantasize of other big, black dick," I said to him.

His high pitched bawling coupled with the constant jizz on the base of my dick proved how much he loved me fucking him, and I couldn't do it hard or fast enough as the orgasms were repeated. I'd pull out and order him to turn over, only for him to sit up and suck his own ejaculate off the base prior to round two.

"Clean me good," I directed.

He would before he turned around to spread his cheeks and show off his gash, a puckering, bruised entrance that had "lips" from the beating it took. I slid back inside as I didn't need lubricant, and commenced pounding him more as he howled in the cushion of the couch. I loved the echo of my body slamming into his, his ass cheeks clapping literally as I gave every inch with such velocity.

"I can feel your balls, baby," he told me as the pair slapped his ass from the force I gave.

He could only take another five minutes of pounding when he pulled away, and rolled around to sit once more at the edge of the bed to suck me off.

"You don't want more," I asked.

"No baby. I wanna suck that cock," he said as he mentioned I "wore it out."

Harvey squeezed my balls with his left hand, and stroked the base of my prick with his right while sucking the sensitive head, and he'd get exactly what he was looking for, making me wail in a shrill tone as I elicited so much sperm onto his tongue. I watched Harvey jar the cum out of me as he sucked me like a baby at the end, and once I was empty, I pulled away from him as he still wanted more.

"That was crazy," he said.

We both needed it as I became an animal fucking this magnificent man. He rested for a bit in my arms before we decided we needed to leave, as his wife was expecting him by the morning.

"I may reach out to you before I leave out of town Sunday," he told me.

I nodded and we kissed, as that was the only other time we'd consider meeting since that was the time his wife and family would assume he left town. We put on our clothes, then left the room, with me heading to my truck and him heading to the rig as we both smelled like man sex. He'd text me later that evening to say the wife was asleep, and thank me for yet another hot time in bed.