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CHOKIN' THE CHICKEN

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by Josef Omaha, Nebraska has to be one of the most boring cities in the entire world! I should know because sadly, I live here. It is so boring that there are laws against pornography. Consequently, there are no bookstores. Theatres or good magazines to be found. Most Nebraskans go to Iowa to pop an anonymous load. I certainly do because the queers here are dull. I am grateful to them though, because I have developed a real taste for trucker dick. Why trucker dick? Well first of all, they are masculine as hell and secondly, they are horny as hell. Like my Dad told me, "a stiff dick has no conscience." Last Thursday evening, I was at the casino (as usual) and I had gone outside to take a breather from the slots. At the side entrance, truckers park their big rigs and gamble, cop some z's and I imagined, pulled their puds. I was standing by the dog track fence watching the dogs run and I had a good view of trucks pulling in and their occupants getting out, pissing, stretching, doing their paperwork and looking for "lot lizards," the female whores who'll suck a dick for a 20 or a $20 rock. My dick was getting hard as I watched those guys amble by me towards the entrance to the casino. Cowboy boots. Low slung blue jeans. Dick-down-the-leg. A couple of the guys nodded towards me and said "howdy", but you could hardly call it an out-front cruise. I had never cruised a truck park before and I didn't know what to do, didn't know the etiquette. Hell, I figured a trucker is a man and men like to have their dicks sucked. Simple as that. However, I was at a loss at how to do the approach. As luck would have it, the dog track provided great cover. A wiry, slim guy about 5'10" came over to where I was standing and said, "How're they runnin'?" I said, "Hell if I know, I know nothing about dogs." He said, "Neither do I, but they sure are purdy." He reached into his pocket and pulled put a smoke and lit it and leaned against the fence pushing his crotch against the metal mesh. Naturally, my eyes went there. He said, "What did you say?" I said, "Nothing. I was wondering though, is it hard to drive a truck." He said, "Nah. But you're away from home a lot. Eating shit food and sleeping in the cab. It ain't all that bad though. I got it fixed up pretty nice: TV, microwave, VCR, the whole bit." I said, "TV!? You watch TV?" He said, "Not really. I just have it so I can watch tapes." I said, "Tapes? What kind?" "You know," he answered, "fuck tapes. That's how I go to sleep about every night. Can't stand the lot lizards. They're nasty!" I prompted, "Well. Jerking off is a lot more fun than having sex with someone nasty, that's for sure. I like jerking off and beat my meat everyday at least once!" I continued, "Once, when I was in the Soviet Union, I went to a public bathhouse and I watched guys get a nutt when other guys were beating them with birch branches. No one thought anything of it." "I don't know if I could get off is someone was watching me, especially another guy. But hell, sometimes I get so horny I could pop a load walking from my truck to the diner!" I quipped, "Well, 'Sometimes you feel like a nutt, sometimes you don't." and left it at that. We continued talking about the dogs and I swear it was as though I could see his dick getting hard. He kept pressing his crotch against the mesh of the cyclone fence and when he turned towards me, he smiled and said, "See what you did! You got me thinking. Now, I don't know whether to go and lose my money or take a breather in my cab." I said, "Well. Since I got you in distress, let me at least buy you a beer. Are you driving tonight?" "Hell no!" was his reply. "A beer sounds great." We went inside the casino and I got us a couple of cold ones. I guess he noticed my necklace and he said, eyeing me suspiciously, "Is that a dick around your neck?" I said, "No. it is a dick and balls. A complete set." He asked, "You gay?" I responded, "Nope. I'm queer and sometimes I'm happy and sometimes I'm not." He laughed and said, "You said it right out." I said, "I don't have anything to be ashamed of. I like being queer. I like the sex. I like everything about men. Everything." He shook his head, "You are something else! I never heard anyone come right out like that. Sure. I know some gay guys. There are a lot of gay truckers. They don't bother me none. I never did anything with another guy though. Sometimes, I wish that I had. Would sure make it easier out on the road. I just never had the opportunity." I said incredulously, "I can't believe that. You are so good-looking that I bet guys are coming on to you all the time. You just don't notice." He said, "Is that what you're doing? Is that why you got me this beer?" I said, "Nope. Guys are not chicks. If I want to do it with a guy, I usually just say "Let's get it on' or something like that." "You want to do something with me?" "Well, I won't lie to you. I would, but if you don't want to, it's no big deal. I like drinking beer too." He got quiet and I knew what he was thinking. He didn't want to say, "I'm curious," but he was. His next comment bore out my assumption. He commented, "Aren't you afraid of diseases? Of AIDS?" I said, "Aren't you?" he said, "Sure enough. That's part of the reason why I don't fuck lot lizards. You clean?" I said, "Do you really think that anyone would say, "No. I am a filthy pig! Sure. I'm clean. But it isn't necessary to worry about that. There's stuff that two men can do that's totally safe." He said, "Yeah, like what?" I said, "Well for starters, I bet I can give you a hand job that you'll never forget." He got quiet again and said, "You wanna see a movie?" I said, ":Let's go!" So we got two more beers and poured them into paper cups and went back to his truck. He said, "Pardon the mess. I w3asn't expecting company." I just grinned and asked, "What do you jerk off with. Do you leak or do you use grease or lotion?" He said, "All of the above! What do you want me to do?" I said, "Well take your pants off." We got into the back of his cab and he pulled off his boots and took off his pants. As he was going to take off his underwear I said, "Leave those on for a bit. I'll take tem off myself later." He just looked at me and shrugged, popped a tape in and lit a cigarette. Little did he know that is one of my main turn-ons: servicing a smoking man. His dick was swollen tumescent in anticipation and he pretended to watch the film as I manipulated his dick around in his white jockeys. He really must've had a raging hard-on while we were talking because the pouch of his shorts was spotted where he dripped precum. I put my full hand on his enclosed dick and reached down with the other and grabbed his nuts, moving them upwards even as I was pushing his hardening cock downwards. I wanted his so hard and cramped in those shorts that getting them off would be a relief. His dick was getting hard and I could tell that it was one of those that rises upwards when released. I kept stroking his hardening cock with my full palm and them with my fingertips. It seemed to me that he was uncut, but I couldn't / wouldn't be able to tell until I had him unleashed. With my thumb and forefinger, I got into the opening in his drawers and I felt for his cockhead, it was moist and spongy, Yup, he was uncut and I slid his foreskin over his cockhead so the juice would fill up in the breach. He said, "You sure do have sensitive fingers. That feels good. Hmmmmm." He was getting hot and so I decided to back off a bit to prolong and intensify his excitement. I pulled off his socks so that I could suck his toes. He had great feet: fleshy, but not fat, with short toe nails and little balls of white cotton all over. There was an imprint of the band of his socks above his ankle. "What are you doing!?" he exclaimed as I popped his big toe in my mouth and sucked on it. I sucked each of his toes on one foot in turn and by the time I got to his little toe, he had visibly relaxed and his dick was tenting his jockeys and where his head (still covered and hidden) was pushing against the fabric was a widening wet spot. "Mmmmmmm" he moaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. "No one has ever done THAT before!" I stuck my whole face against the sole of his foot and rubbed the stubble of my 5 o'clock shadow on the balls of his foot. I reached up and began to tap tap tap on his hard cock. "You ready to go further?" I asked. He said nothing but his deep blue eyes were lively. Holding on to the big toe of the other foot, I said, "lift your ass up a tad" and as he did, I grabbed the waist band of his shorts and slid his white cotton jockeys down. Released, his rod stood straight up. What a beauty! Seven inches long and "titty" pink changing to almost purple closer to his cock head. It was fat and thicker in the middle than at either end. It had bulging defined veins and because he still had his skin, his balls had a lot of play and room to bounce. He had trimmed his pubes, but they were soft and curly and light brown like his hair. I grabbed his bottle of "Astro-Glide" and squeezed a dollop of the cool jelly on the underside of his dick and let it melt down onto his balls sac. I massaged it in getting his orbs sloppy and gooey and then I slid my hand down over his dick making it into a tight tunnel. The friction uncovered his head and let the juices flow. As I brought my hand up, I covered his head again and in fact, the skin of my hand never touched his dick head. I let his foreskin give him the velvet touch. He started squirming as I slid my hand slowly up and down in long slow strokes. I let my hand slide down to the base of his dick and with my fingers, I jiggled his nuts. He closed his eyes and a lazy smile formed itself on his face. Grabbing his fat dick firmly with one hand, I out a gob of spit in the palm of the other and did a little "around the world" on his still-sheathed cockhead. I really wanted to suck and lick that uncut beauty but I didn't want to make him anxious and besides, it would be sweeter if he asked me himself. Well, the next hour was spent with my rubbing, stroking, massaging, kneading, pulling, tugging, jerking, light-finger titillating his swollen dick. At one point he shouted, "Make me CUM!" I retorted, "Too soon. Relax!" With a lust-filled exasperated voice he asked, "What about your dick? Let me see your dick." So, I opened the buttons on my jeans and pulled out my boner. He said, "My God! It's probably good that you don't fuck chicks with that!" And he reached out and grabbed a handful. I said, "Put a little lube in your hand." He started tentatively at first, but after I said, "Just pretend that it's your dick and do the stuff that makes you feel good." And that's what he did. I had to lie down next to him on my side because he was so intent (I believe that he was just trying to distract himself. Hell, it sure beat multiplication tables or fantasizing about Martha Stewart! ) on jerking me off. It is always like that. Sometimes, I hate to take my dick out, because the man that I thought was a top turns out to be a closet bottom! Anyway, he was really enjoying himself pulling on my pud and I was having a blast yanking on his. Sometimes when I am really enjoying myself, I get caught up in the moment and forget what I am supposed to be doing. It was the same this time, but actually, it worked out to my advantage. He had really gotten a good rhythm going with a fair amount of friction and I was really turned on so before I could say, "It's a good thing!", I shot my load. In fact, I shot my wad all over his sleeper and his side. He let go of my deflating cock and looked down at his and my grasping greasy hand. He suggested very politely, "Would you consider sucking me off? I mean, you already came and all, you may not want to." "Want to?!", I exclaimed and leaned over and sunk my head down over his dick and buried my face in his pubes. "Oh, shit!", he gasped. "This is what I really wanted? Suck me! Suck my fucking dick!" You can imagine that I was feeling like the cat that ate the bird. No pun intended. I slurped and slobbered and gobbled his dick bobbing my head up and down and around and around. His hips started thrusting upwards and at one point, he grabbed my head by my ears (like you would a loving cup), raised his ass off the mattress and started fucking my face like it was a cunt. He was really into it- concentrating and varying his speed and depth and wiggling his prong from side to side. I reached a Zen moment and made myself totally available to him. He took total charge now and I could hear him breathing and moaning and saying, "Fuck! Oh, fuck! I'm, fucking your face, drilling you out! Motherfucker!" Now, I lost my gag reflex years ago and when inspired, my throat muscles get the rhythm--- pulling up to the bumper, so to speak. Snot was shooting out both my nostrils and my really slick spit (You know, from down deep in my throat.) was oozing down his shaft. He, at one point, grabbed me by the shoulders and flipped me over onto my back. Then he held me down and fucked downwards, his balls slapping against my chin. "I'm gonna blow! Take it! Now! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Oh, shit fuck piss pussy fuckin' mouth cunt!" And he suddenly stopped and slammed his hips propelled pud down my throat covering my head completely with his lower body. His body shook and I could feel his cock pulse and them something thick and warm winding its way down my gullet. He spasmed and putting his hands on my shoulders, raised himself off my face. He left his dick in my mouth and I milked him till he stopped leaking. I was glad, because I got to taste his creamy thick jism. I hadn't even realized it, but I had also shot another wad and I could feel it cooling on my stomach (My dick points upwards too.). "Man! Oh fuckin' man! That was GOOD!" He made no movement to get a wet-wipe or anything (I really liked that.) and after about 15 minutes I could see a little thickening of his man-root again. He said, "You would want to do that again, would you?" Well, I did or saying it better, we did four more times. As a bonus, he drove me to my car in his truck. Yup. Next time he rolls in, we'll be reeling and rocking in his 18-wheeler or my name ain't Joe Blow.