I walked into the truck stop diner and was surprised to lay my eyes on an old truckin' buddy, Hank. I hadn't seen him for a couple of years. We both haul loads Coast to Coast, but rarely cross paths.
"So, how you doin' good buddy?" he asked.
"Not bad. Though I sure am looking forward to a night on a real bed. I haven't been getting much shuteye. I'm a big guy and it gets pretty cramped back in that cab."
"Yeah, I remember how 'big' you are all right," Hank said with a lewd smirk, winking at me.
I smiled, thinking back to that night some years back when Hank and I had doubled up on a sailor we picked up at the Navy yard in Long Beach, taking turns fucking the shit out of his tight, young ass.
"You're pretty 'big' yourself, if my memory serves me right," I said, recalling the sight of Hank's hard shaft busting that sailor's asshole wide open.
"So you still remember that time?" Hank said.
"How could I forget. It was a helluva scene."
"What would you say to a repeat of that scene? Only this time even wilder?"
"Sounds pretty interesting. Just what do you have in mind, Hank?"
"I know a kid in this town. Tom's his name. He's nineteen years old. A really cute young kid who just happens to love taking it up the butt any tim of day or night. And the bigger the better. Every time I pass through here I have him come over to the motel. And fuck the shit out of his tight your ass.
I felt a surge of excitement run through me as Hank told me this. It had been a while since I had a nice, young piece of ass.
"Man, I am telling you, Bill. This kid's got a real tight one and he loves getting it stuffed. He literally
begs
for it, and he can take it up there again and again and again. I've had some butt-fucking marathons with him you wouldn't believe."
"He's nineteen?" I asked, curious now.
"So, you're interested?" Hank said, smiling knowingly.
"Maybe. Tell me more."
"The kid's a real piece. Looks like one of those statues you see in a museum. Smooth and chiseled. A perfect bod. And he'll do whatever you want. He just loves having a stud put him though the paces."
Hank took a sip of his coffee and leaned toward me.
"Listen, Bill. He's coming over to my motel room in a couple of hours. Why don't you come by too. We'll have another really sizzling three-way scene like that time in Long Beach, what do you say? And he'll love having two guys there to bust his butt, rather than just one. I'm telling you, the kid's a freak. He's a slave to a big dick."
I thought about it for a moment, and smiled.
"I think I'll be coming by, Hank." I said.
"Good. We'll do him all night long. And into the morning. Believe me, he can take it too."
Excited now, I took a shower and headed over to Hank's room. It turns out we were staying in the same motel, adjacent to the truck stop. A little later, there was a knock at the door. It was Tom. He was everything Hank said he was. A real piece.
"Hank told me he had a 'big' surprise for me," the kid remarked, looking me over.
"And here he is," Hank said, waving towards me as though I were some prize stud bull. "So now why don't you get those clothes off. I know my buddy here is eager to lay his eyes on the butt he's gonna fuck tonight."
He stripped down to his jockey briefs. Like Hank said, the kid looked like a Roman statue. He had a smooth, perfect body. Then he turned around and slowly and seductively pulled his briefs down over his trim, tanned buns. He knew that, to us, his rear-quarters were the main attraction, and made sure to display them fir maximum effect. And when he turned around I saw he had a pretty good-sized cock on him too.
"Your turn," Tom said, as Hank and I tore off our clothes.
"Shit!" Tim gasped as I pulled off my briefs. "Hank wasn't kidding. You really
are
enormous. Jesus! I don't know if I'm gonna be able to take you. You look
dangerous
!"
Hank laughed. He was loving Tom's reaction.
"Oh, I think you will," Hank said. "I think you'll manage."
"I'll try. But you guys are going to have to make
sure
I'm well-greased. I want to
enjoy
those big dicks of yours."
"What'd I tell you, Bob?" Hank said, downing the last sip of his beer. "The kid's a regular slut. Right?"
"Oh Hank! Is that any way to talk about me? Just because I like taking a big dick up my butt. Does that make me a slut?"
"You're a
slut
!" Hank teased.
"Yeah!" Tom cooed provocatively. "And I'm
proud
of it too!"
"And you love showing it off. So why don't you bend over and spread 'em. Let Bill see what you've got hidden down there between those cheeks of yours."
He reached back to spread open his trim, muscular buns, revealing his crack, and the puckered asshole in its center.
"Nice, huh?" Hank said. "But that's the main course. We'll save it for a little later. First, Bill, I want you to check out what a horny little cocksucker the kid is."
"Uh huh! I'm dying to taste your pal's big dick," Tom said, sinking to his knees in front of me.
My cock was rock hard and fully erect at this point and Tom, his face just inches from it, couldn't stop staring.
"The way Hank was talking about your dick, I thought he mighta been exaggerating. But he sure as shit wasn't!"