A Musclegod Trucker Named Charlie Wade
by R Christopher Cooper
Chapter 1
The rig came to a halt a few car lengths ahead of my truck. I was wondering if my wish for a Good Samaritan trucker was about to come true. I saw the door of the rig open but nobody descended from the cab of the slick new rig. Then as if in slow motion a man with shoulders that looked four feet wide lowered himself, turned, and walked back toward my disabled truck. I couldn't take my eyes off his massively built muscular body. His hair was bleached blond by the sun. His skin was tanned and bronze, he obviously was an outdoors man and did I tell you he was unbelievably massive.
I got out and the heat hit me like a wall. Suddenly I felt a fire in my crotch ignite because of the man walking towards me. The closer he got the more intense that blaze became. He was wearing shorts and a tee shirt, hardly the type of clothing I expected a fellow trucker to wear. Hell if the mailman and UPS and FedEx wear shorts why couldn’t we? We all deliver stuff. There certainly was something I wanted to deliver to the guy coming toward me, and it wasn’t mail.
He had to be at least seven to ten years my junior but it was hard to tell. My brain told me that it should have taken fifty years or more to build a body like his. The closer he got the more muscular and taller he looked. I couldn’t help but notice that his shorts were bunched together under the belt at his narrow waist and the side seam had a split about six inches long yet the material clung to his thighs like a second skin. As he approached I kept estimating the size of his shirt 4x—5x—6x—7x but it was only a guess.
At the same time I couldn’t help wondering how the kid so young could afford to have a rig like that. I wondered what he thought of me driving the piece of crap. Damn he was built! Although I’ve kept my body hard and lean, at thirty I felt like I was fighting the battle of the bulge. I watched him look me over. His eyes seemed to drink me in for a moment or two before he looked up at the number on my rig.
“I’ll be dammed.” He touched the hot metal fender almost lovingly. “I drove this truck when I started. I thought she was long gone,” he extended his hand. “Charlie Wade,” he smiled. All of a sudden I was self conscious. I realized that I was shirtless in front of a muscle god named Charlie Wade.
“Russ Harris,” I said as my hand made contact. After that I was speechless for a few moments. I hoped he wouldn't notice the bulge growing in my groin.
“Oh, the rookie at RTS Trucking, I hadn’t had a chance to meet you. We can talk on the way back. Let’s get that trailer off the rig,” he winked. He towed the old disabled rig far enough away to hook up the trailer. Before we started back toward Denver he put a notice in the window for the Highway Patrol telling them what was wrong with the rig and that the rig would be towed in the morning by J R’s Towing Service based in Denver.
I watched his massive arms and chest bulge and flex as he pulled onto the highway. In an instant I knew he was an experience driver and in that same instant I was super hard again. He drove for fifteen minutes and pulled into a grocery store parking lot that advertised great food at reasonable prices. By then I had my shirt and vest on. He was so good looking I think every customer in the store was watching us. He picked up a loaf of bread from the bakery, a gallon of water and four rotisserie chickens.
“How many chickens do you want?” he asked.
“Just a half at most,” I smiled. He put another chicken in the cart. That was the first inkling that everything in the cart was for his supper. I ran and got some bottled water.
“Last stop, vegetables,” he said as he strutted to the fresh produce.
“They’re checking you out dude,” he said to me. “They never do this when I come in here alone.”
“Me,” I laughed. “They keep on looking at your… ring finger,” I taunted.
Actually they were looking at his physique. I liked being seen with him. He was so fit and so handsome that he turned heads. Nobody in the store would remember the guy with the muscleman. Using the doors of the store I began to reassess the width of his shoulders to more realistic levels. I paid for his groceries and mine, it was the least I could do.
“Thanks,” I said as we left the store. “I thought I was gonna be stranded out there all night.”
“They didn’t care about you,” he gibed. “They needed the trailer dropped off at the airport.”
Chapter 2
Making a Living
I had been driving on I-70 in Kansas, and I turned off the highway just to stretch my legs. I pressed the workout pretty hard the previous night trying to impress a muscle stud at that gym. He was oblivious to me and left with a woman that had to be the most obnoxious ex-cheerleader ever seen in that little town farming community. What a waste of a good man.
So anyway I pulled into this gas station and walked round for five minutes before I got back on the road. Just about when the next town was thirty miles in any direction I heard a crunching, grinding, shearing sound of metal on metal coming from under the rig. The truck was so old it could have been the driveshaft, transmission, or hell, maybe even the engine. It wasn’t my truck so I wasn’t responsible for the big maintenance. I made sure it had fuel and oil and fluids but that is where my responsibly ended.
I got the rig safely on the shoulder and put out the reflectors before I called the dispatcher. It was so damn hot I stripped off my shirt. Hell it was too hot even with just my vest on. She asked what happened and I explained. Now someone else was feeding the dispatcher intelligent questions. They asked me to go out and look under the truck.
Climbing down out of the cab again, I was damned if I knew what was wrong—I wasn’t a mechanic. It wasn’t until I saw the pool of oil under the rear of the rig that I even had a clue that I either had a rear axel problem or a transmission problem. Shit! I wasn’t going anywhere. I was hot, sweaty, and thirsty, and I could have kicked myself for not buying more water when I stopped to stretch my legs. There was a pause and some discussion in the office.
“What is your load again?” a male voice asked.
“Right now I’m deadheading back to Denver,” I replied.
“Ok,” he seemed relieved. “Just to confirm you don’t…do not have the reefer, right?”
“Affirmative, do not have the reefer,” I said. I don’t know why I was talking like that since I was using a cell phone—didn’t he understand English? The dispatcher knew I was the one making all the stops in the little towns along I-70 so why didn’t he ask her? She knew I had an empty truck. I guess that’s what happens when the boss gets involved before he has all the facts.
“Ok, man you are out on the middle of nowhere. We might have to send a truck from Denver to tow you in. We’ll get back to you,” he said. I knew I was going to be there for a while. I ran the engine to cool down and waited an hour before I called back. I wasn't surprised when she said she was just about to call me—what a crock. They just got a tow truck but it was gonna be three to five hours until they could get to me. In my head I was thinking that if they said five hours it probably meant eight hours if I was lucky. That would make it midnight which probably meant the tow truck wasn’t leaving Denver until six the next morning. I knew the company wouldn’t pay emergency night rates for an empty truck.
“So could I have the number for the tow service?” I asked. “No I don’t really need it but I just wanted to give them my cell phone number. Give them mile marker details and that stuff,” I said lightheartedly. “They did hire somebody…right?” I asked and then waited for a reply. Her answer was vague. “All I have in the truck are a couple granola bars and a half a bottle of water—and a bag of banana chips. If I can hitch a ride I might find a place to sleep and they can pick me up…”
“They said something about a truck available and 3 to 5 hours. I didn’t hear the whole thing. Now, I didn’t give this to you, are you ready?” she asked. She gave me the number for the towing service but didn’t repeat it.
I thought about sleeping in the truck. There was a small rack in the back but unless I had a gallon of disinfectant to put on it… it was nasty. I would rather sleep in the empty trailer. I was hoping a Good Samaritan of a trucker would stop he could drop me at the next place there was a truck stop or motel. I called the tow service.
I was right. The tow company wasn’t contracted to come until the next morning (regular hours). I cursed the boss at RTS as I burned their fuel to keep cool. I planned to find somewhere else to work now that I had six months experience under my belt. There was something else under my belt that I wanted to take care of also, however the truck was dirty and…nasty! I thought about that gallon of disinfectant. I pulled out my cock and had a nice fantasy before I dumped a huge load of cum.
Chapter 3
The Invitation
Behind the cab of Charlie’s shiny new rig was a small apartment. With the double bed tilted up like a Murphy-bed, there was enough room for one person to walk around. He had a toilet, shower, a small sink, and refrigerator.
I never saw anyone strip the meat off all four and a half chickens that fast. He washed the vegetables and we sat down to eat on tray tables. Charlie ate a meal a pro bodybuilder in training would eat. It was at that meal that I began to relax. Maybe it was because I was sitting next to him and not across from him being intimidated and turned on by his body.
We talked all the way back to Denver. He was into team sports like hockey and football, and I preferred the individual sports like tennis and snow skiing. The time flew by so quickly I couldn’t believe that we were at the air freight terminal dropping off the trailer. He swung up into the rig and the sight of his body once again took my breath away. Then he looked at me like he was stripping me naked.
“Come up to the house?” he asked.
“Oh man, I need a shower and I got stuff to do at home and it late… Your wife doesn’t want visitors at this time of night,” I said.
“Wife, I don’t have no wife, I put on the ring to keep the ladies at bay,” he chuckled as he tossed the ring into a tray filled with pens. “See no tan line on my ring finger,” he said.
He was my ride so what could I do? I had the next three days off so what the heck. Before I knew it we were on the other side of Golden Colorado and headed into the mountains. He drove through a sparsely populated area which soon turned to virgin forest. We were away from the lights of Denver and a million stars dotted the skies. He turned off on a dirt road that seemed to snake strait up to the top of the mountain.
“Believe or not you are only thirty minutes from work,” he said as we pulled up to a rustic cabin. “It’s like another world up here.”
“It is chilly up here,” I said. “What is the elevation?”
“About 8000 feet or so (2450m),” he answered. Looking south I could see the lights of civilization. Looking in any other direction there was only pitch dark night. I was surprised to see that he had electricity and heat.
“All the modern conveniences,” I commented. He opened a refrigerator and I heard the telltale signs of bottled beer clanking—chilled to perfection.
“What is your pleasure,” he smiled. The first thing that came to mind was some extreme muscle worship and a good fuck but I couldn’t say what I was thinking. He began naming the brands of imported and domestic beer he had on hand.
“A Coors is fine,” I said. He began another litany of Coors brands in the refrigerator. “Killian’s Red,” I said but anything he named would have been fine. We each downed a tall, ice cold bottle of beer. It quenched my thirst, but not my hunger. Only Charlie could quench my hunger! He brought out another round of beer.
Charlie was a wealth of knowledge but it wasn’t his brain power that intrigued me, I wanted to know more about the body under that baggy shirt. He tried to explain his hydroelectric power generator plant and his backup propane powered unit that almost never gets used and my eyes were drifting closed. I had been on the road at six that morning and it had been a long day.
“Did you just nod off?” he asked when I didn’t respond to his question.
“Long day and I can't hold my beer. I could crash right here in this recliner,” I said. “Tomorrow I’m off. I think I’ll sleep in,” I said unable to keep my eyes open. “You ready to take me home?” Not that I wanted to leave.
“Guest room is the first door on the left,” he said as he washed out the empties. It wasn’t an invite to his bed but maybe he would come and visit during the night. “Unless you would rather sleep there,” he added. I willed myself to stand but I felt totally drained. I couldn’t get the recliner to fold.
“How do I get out of this contraption,” I joked.
He chuckled as he bent and flipped a leaver and then he offered me his forearm. Clasping it gave me an instant hard-on. He pulled me up and I found myself six inches from his massive chest. Time seemed to stop and all my senses were on high alert. My tongue was jealous of my other senses—touch, smell, sight, and hearing. My tongue urged me to taste the big nipple just inches away. His voice rumbled in his chest and it took my ears a second to translate.
“First door on the left,” he said as he released me. “The bathroom is across the hall from your door.”
“Thank you again kind sir for rescuing me,” I said.
“Sir, I like that,” he muttered. I made my way down the hall. If nothing ever happened between us I had enough fantasy material to last a lifetime.
Chapter 4
The Gym
I opened my eyes in a strange room, in a strange bed. I knew I wasn’t at home because there was no traffic noise. I inhaled a huge gulp of fresh mountain air and had an instant recall of the previous day’s events. My eyes began to drift closed when the house shook like in a small earthquake. I had felt that once before when there was a landslide. I pulled my jeans onto my naked body and slipped my feet into my boots before I went to investigate.
The cabin was quiet and empty. The makings of protein shake remained on the counter and there was evidence of a large breakfast having been consumed. The cabin vibrated again. That was no earthquake but it did feel like a boulder hitting the ground. Settling after the landslide, I told myself. Out on the porch I inhaled deeply and this time I heard the thump as well as felt the vibration.
I walked toward a barn like structure and cautiously opened the door. I smiled when I saw the gym equipment. I heard the grunt, a pause, and then the weights hitting the floor. I knew he was power lifting and the small earthquakes were caused by the weight being dropped after the lift. Then for a long minute there was silence.
I heard the grunts Charlie made as he began to do reps. I made my way across the room filled with gym equipment to what I expected to be the free weight area. Off to one side was the power lifting equipment. The bar had five plates on each end for a total of a thousand pounds plus the bar. I certainly was impressed.
In the center of the room Charlie was laying on weight bench in some sort of contraption pressing a bar into the air. It looked like a huge lever with a platform that could be moved in front of the fulcrum or behind the fulcrum. Blocks of steel were on the platform and he was doing bench presses with what looked like thousands of pounds. There was so much weight the Olympic bar flexed with each lift.
I gawked at the size of his pumped pecs and arms. Once he finished that set he turned on the bench and began chest pullovers. When he stood he saw me and smiled.
“Finally up?” he asked.
“Finally? It is only seven in the morning!” I laughed.
“Do you like my gym?” he grinned.
“Yes. I expected animals and what did I find? Someone lifting like an ox!”
“Not yes—yes sir,” he smiled as he approached. His musk was intoxicating. “Would you like to try my little invention?”
“Yes but with less weight than a Mack truck on those platforms,” I jibed.
“Didn’t anybody ever teach you manners? It is yes sir not yeah or naw. Where I grew up we were taught to say sir to our elders.”
“Elders? You look like you’re twenty five at the most. Sir,” (I didn’t say ‘sir’ kindly). “I’m thirty so you should call me sir, sir.”
“I’m much older than I look,” he grinned. “I am your elder. Now would you like to try my machine?”
“No Sir, I haven’t warmed up properly.”
“How much do you press?” he asked.
“About two fifty for five reps.” I said. He looked up at me like I didn’t quite get his point—I didn’t say sir. “Sir,” I added. He smiled.
“You’ll build up to this machine but for right now you would have to use the other room,” he advised.
I certainly wasn’t as big as he was, but at 6’ and weighing 230 pounds I was no slouch. Most guys at the gym considered me a big guy but I guessed to him I looked small. Next to him I was small.
Charlie shook his head and his face said you have so much to learn. He lifted off his shirt and I stumbled back a couple feet. I forced myself to breathe again as I surveyed his naked torso. He closed the gap between us. He wiped some sweat off his body and stretched his shoulders back. Half of me wanted to behind him to see to see his back flexing and the other half was waiting to see if he would flex his arms or do a most muscular pose. The man was enormous. In all my years belonging to a gym I had never seen anything like his physique.
“You are sweating,” he said with a chuckle. “Getting warmed up?”
I looked up into his face. Although I knew he was a head taller than me, right then it looked like he had doubled his height. I tilted my head back to see his face. He looked down with a lusty grin. His eyes danced and his smile broadened. He extended his leg and began to move his foot like he was crushing out a cigarette. The muscles moved in slow motion and then they hardened to rock hard granite. The veins pulsed under his skin as he relaxed and flexed several times. I was mesmerized by the size and definition. He chuckled and bent to the side flexing his right arm inches from my face. His chuckle turned to a snicker and the snicker turned to a laugh as he started pumping his bicep. I was almost overwhelmed by his animalistic musk.
Suddenly it was sweltering in there and trickles of sweat were running down my sides and back. My face felt fire engine red. There was nothing but bicep in my line of sight. My long denied tongue lashed out and tasted the double biceps head as well as the gigantic triceps. My hands would have joined in the worship but my arms were limp at my sides, unable to move. This was all about sight, taste, smell, physical contact and to a lesser extent hearing. Maybe it was imagination but I thought I could hear the muscles crackle as they bulged.
“Like that?” his voice interrupted my ears. My eyes shot up to his face. He straitened and looked down at me. His hands pulled my head into his crotch. My nose pulled in the musky fragrance and my eyes fluttered closed. My face nuzzled into the hard shaft as if ordered to touch and feel by my immobilized hands. My arms finally moved and wrapped around his gargantuan legs. My hands caressed perfect glutes. My tongue dug in to taste.
“Uh huh.” I grunted as I moved toward his balls. My head was jerked away and my face was tilted up so our eyes could meet.
“Uh huh, what?”
“Uh huh, Sir?” I asked. He lifted me by my head which was still clamped in his powerful hands and I was off my knees. I didn’t even remember falling to my knees—maybe that is why he doubled in height.
“If I am going to mentor you then you have to remember the Sir… It is a sign of respect,” he said. He released my head with disgust dripping from his expression and body language. “Maybe I am wasting my time—I thought you were the one.” It looked like he was about to move away and I couldn’t handle the rejection.
“Please Sir may I…” My tongue refused to cooperate and speak another word. It wrapped around his nipple and lapped like a hungry kitten. There was a hiss when my teeth and lips joined in. His hand touched the back of my head and he let out a rumbling groan. He pulled my face into the deep cleft between his pecs and his colossal arms surrounded me. I was overwhelmed again by his pungent musk. I longed to nuzzle into his body and taste his salty sweat. My tongue realized what had happened and delved deeply into the crevasse between his humongous pecs. His arms clenched and relaxed several times while his pecs bounced in almost a synchronized dance to bask in the worship my tongue was providing.
“Yeah,” he groaned. “I know my body is overwhelming and intimidating. Every time I think you are a lost cause—you surprise me. I’ll bet you’d like me to flex and show off for you, wouldn’t you?” I looked up at him.
“Yes Sir—Please Sir,” my eyes met his. “Only…”
“ONLY WHAT?” he demanded. There was that look of disgust again. I pressed my hard cock against his thigh. “It looks like you are about to loose control of that cock of yours,” he snickered. “Not your fault—your hunky body just can’t cope with being this close to all this huge muscle.” His grin seemed even sexier when his tongue licked his lips.
“No sir,” I admitted. I moved my hands up his sinewy forearms, over his massive triceps, and hooked my hands over his traps. I tried to make him bend forward for a kiss but he was unmovable. I brought my hands around to his neck and the back of his head. He still refused to budge. “Please Sir…” I said. My eyes begged. He bent down towards my lips as I drew his willing face to mine. My balls ached as I placed my mouth on his. I melted into him as I felt my cock swell against his massive upper thigh.
We kissed and I instantly melted in his arms. It seemed like an eternity. He pulled free and began nuzzling down my neck, kissing and caressing with his tongue. I let out a whimper when his teeth nibbled at my ear.
“You don’t cum until I say you can, is that clear,” he whispered.
“Yes Sir but…” I began. He pulled back and gave me a stern look. At the same time he used his fingers like a shoehorn and eased my jeans off my ass. I teetered as he moved back to lower his shorts and remove his jock. I stepped out of my boots and struggled to get the Levi’s off my feet. My nine inches of hard and throbbing meat stood perpendicular to my abs as I straitened. He pulled me against his body and it was like hitting a brick wall.
I hadn’t gotten a good look at his cock but from where it landed on my body it felt like it was a foot long. His hands cupped my ass and easily lifted me into a face to face kiss. His hips rolled and thrust his hard meat against my body and my poor cock had no choice but to leak.
“I don’t know how much longer I can hold in my cum,” I groaned. “Sir… Please sir stop and let me calm… Uuuuuggghhhh I can’t hold it much longer…”
He didn’t respond for a few moments and then he groaned.
“You… can cum when… I…cum,” he held his breath and then he yelled. “Oh fuck!” and he began to cum.
My body jerked like a fish out of water as I blasted what felt like a quart of cum onto his physique. Suddenly my body was limp and even when my feet touched the floor my legs could not support me. I found us kneeling on the floor grasping and hugging as the orgasmic delight slowly subsided.
He stood and brought me with him like he was lifting no weight at all. He lifted me like a bride being carried over a threshold and brought me to the gym shower.
Chapter 5
The Seduction
There was no reason to get dressed. We crossed the open space between the barn and the house wearing only shoes.
“One of these days I’m gonna get around to building covered walkway that will double as a greenhouse. Getting to the house isn’t so easy in the middle of winter,” he chuckled. He grabbed an apron and began making lunch. “Would you wash that stuff in the sink?” he asked.
“Sure.” I said forgetting about the sir stuff. He let it slide.
I finished my assigned job about the same time he finished the dish he was making—Chicken salad with broccoli and cherry tomato’s tossed in a light homemade dressing. It was surprisingly good. After we ate he put the dishes in the soapy water and pulled something out of the freezer. I didn’t mind sitting there watching his naked butt and awesome back.
“I have a surprise for you,” he said as he worked. I walked up behind him to see and he blocked what he was doing with his body. I moved left and he moved left, I moved right and he moved right. Two can play at those kinds of games. I was ready to see what he had for me, and I slipped both my hand around his waist to find an awe-inspiring hard-on waiting for me. A porn star size prick tented the apron.
“Surprise, surprise, surprise,” I said ala Gomer Pyle. “For me?” I asked. He turned and faced me.
“You have to wait for the good stuff,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me.
You are the good stuff, I thought. I can wait—maybe.
He moved aside and showed me what he was working on. It was a diet version of and Ice Cream Sundae—frozen yogurt, shaved dark chocolate, with a nice plump red cherry on top. The cherry and cherry juice tasted super sweet.
What is with the cherry theme, I wondered. First cherry tomatoes and now a cherry on the sundae… The only other cherry in the room was mine…
“… and we’ll need to chop some firewood… Have you heard a word I said?” Charlie asked.
“Sir?” I said as I looked up. “I guess I haven’t. I was wondering…” When I looked into his eyes I decided not to ask when and if he was going to fuck me. “…if you were going into town today?”
He stood and turned my stool away from the eating counter. He stepped between my knees. Chest to chest once again, he rested his forearms on my shoulders. “Are you in a hurry to leave?” he asked with a dreamy eyed smile.
“I don’t want to… impose,” I said. “You were obviously telling me what your plans for the day were. I don’t mind helping you but I don’t want to be in the way either,” I said.
Damn, just standing there he was super seductive.
“We do have some chores and then I want to get in a workout training session with you…”
“Really?” I interrupted.
“Workout training session with you this afternoon and I need to go down to the power plant and fire up the backup generator. We need to split some firewood. I like a nice fire in the evening. And I did ask if you wanted to stay the whole weekend,” he said with a wry smile. I wondered if he didn’t just add that because I wasn’t listening.
“I would have heard that,” I laughed. “Thanks, yeah I’d like to stay. I mean yeah sir,” I teased.
I was like the ten year old city boy that thought farm work was fun. I followed Charlie around like a puppy dog. He pulled out a maul and wedge, put on safety glasses and showed me how to split logs into firewood. He took the ax and easily split the log into eight or ten pieces in a minute flat. I watched his powerful physique cleave the log in half and then split each half into usable pieces. He didn’t use the wedge at all. How hard could it be? He handed me the ax and I did bury the head of the ax in the log but it didn’t split all the way through. He laughed and used the wedge and a sledge hammer to free the ax head. Splitting half the section of log took me ten minutes.
“I think you gave me hard wood or wet wood,” I laughed.
“Watch and learn little man,” he smiled as he took the maul. In seconds the other half of my log was in a half dozen pieces. “That’s how it done. Ok now split that pile of logs. I’ll be inside,” he said looking really serious.
“Is that how it’s done?” I chuckled. “Here do this log…” I placed a log on the chopping block.
His look was fierce and I took off running toward a shed. He easily tackled me. He was laughing. He lifted me by the scruff of my neck and brought me to the shed. He pulled open the door and there sat a log splitting machine.
“This is what I use,” he smiled.
The shed was filled with racks of split firewood and he explained as he emptied a rack he would split logs to refill that rack so it could dry and cure because the wood burned cleaner and hotter.
Later that afternoon it was time for my training session and he decided we would focus on legs. He was a slave driver and a stickler for technique.
“I’m going to get some water. Got to keep hydrated,” I said as I walked toward the cooler.
“Ah, do I make your mouth dry?
“Yep,” I answered. “It’s all the panting I do watching your muscles.”
“You mean my two pumped oak trees? Every fiber is at my command,” he said as he flexed.
“Awesome!” I said as I reached into the cooler. WOW, SUPER! My inner voice was yelling.
“I wasn't even trying,” Charlie remarked as his body flowed into another pose.
I was panting as I gulped a bottle of water. He sat on a bench and began lifting his legs straight out. Damn they were pumped. His balls seemed to grow larger and then I realized that they were just being pushed up and lifted out of the way as he flexed. I licked my lips. That wasn’t the only thing that was growing.
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and allowed the long shaft to rise out of the shorts and expand onto his flexed abs. He lifted his butt and shoved his shorts and jock to his knees.
Yummm! I licked my lips. Now my mouth was watering. He began to flex his huge quads. His cock bounced and grew even longer. He sat on the bench again and flexed his calves. I ran my hands over his thighs from his knees to his hips. He extended his legs again and the muscles popped into hard definition. I stroked the rigid muscle on the inside of his thighs and approached his cock without asking permission. He stretched out his arms toward me doing a crunch-like movement and he grabbed my biceps preventing me from exploring his shaft and balls. I saw that as he held that pose his abs grew more defined and looked like bricks of steel.
My cock was instantly hard and leaking. My hands began to move over his body with uncontrollable lust. I touched his abs and my cock almost exploded inside my jock. He yanked down my shorts and jock. I kicked off my shoes and when I looked down we were both totally naked.
Then he grabbed my forearms with a kung fu grip. My eyes are filled with fear. “I... I thought... I thought you wanted to be worshipped.” I stammered.
“I'm just getting repositioned,” he grinned as he stood and placed my hands on his huge pecs. I expected him to release me but he moved my hands all around the slabs of hard flesh. He pulled me closer so that my elbows hit his abs. I knew he was fully in control. I didn’t understand what he was doing until my cock slipped between his mighty thighs. He flexed his legs and began to crush my tool. I knew I had to do something and quickly. My thumbs stroked his nips as fast as I could and his cock stiffened even more. My eyes brightened knowing I had found his weakness. I pinched, pulled, and rolled his nipples between my fingers before I returned to finger stroking both the hard nubs and he began to moan. I could feel his legs trembling. His feet shifted freeing my cock.
“AHHHHHHHHHH,” he said as he threw his head back.
I bent and my tongue lashed the tender nubs. By now my cock was so hard that it slapped against my abs when he released me. I grabbed his hips and began to thrust against his abs and cock. His whole body went rigid as if he was doing a whole body flex. He did a double biceps flex in an effort to distract me. I stopped thrusting to kiss, lick, and worship his massive arms.
Don’t cum, don't cum, don’t cum, I told myself.
“You want this bad don't you?” Charlie said as he pushed my hand onto his huge cock.
“YESSSSS! I hissed. “Yes Sir,” I submitted. “I want it—please.”
“You sure you can take what it gives you?” he taunted me.
“Promise to be gentle when you take my cherry?” I begged.
“I'll be gentle,” he said. If I had seen his smile I would have run.
“Please sir, I can’t wait much longer. Your body is driving me crazy.”
It seemed like he produced a tube of lube out of thin air. He squirted a big gob on my fingers.
“Now spread this all over my big fuckin cock.” He demanded.
“What? It is so huge…”
“You'll never see one bigger,” he said with pride.
“It feels so good! Will I need some on my cock too?” I asked.
He took his finger and wiped a bit off his dick and reached around and placed some lube around my ass ring. With a slight swirl he stuck his finger tip inside.
“Ohhhhh,” I groaned a bit surprised. “That wasn’t so bad,” I said to myself. I didn’t know I vocalized it.
“That was just my finger tip,” he chuckled. The next thing I knew my crack was dripping lube and he was lifting me against his body.
“What…where… what are you doing?” seconds later he was on his back on a wrestling mat. The next thing I knew I was sitting across his abs.
“Would you rather be bent over the table?” he laughed.
“I don't know sir, why would I do that? I've never… done this... I mean... gone this far before. I mean be naked and hard with lube… Does this mean I am a top?”
“It means you are going to spin like one,” he grinned lustfully. “Now get ready because here it comes,” he warned. He lifted me by my hips and I felt his fully erect prick on my tailbone. The head of his cock split my ass cheeks like a hot knife through butter. He bit on his lower lip. “Feels so good in the new neighborhood! Oh fuck yeah!” he groaned. “You're nice and tight.”
“Oh wait, stop, hold still for a minute,” I said as tears came to my eyes. He let his hands slip and he released my weight dropping me down. At the same time he thrust his monster cock up into my virgin ass. I gasped and thought I was gonna pass out. Deep inside of me his cock seemed to grow thicker.
“FUCKinSHIT,” he yelled as he began to rock his pelvis. I was bobbing up and down like a cork.
“No one has ever fucked me before,” I admitted. “No one has ever filled my ass with cock before.” Being so overwhelmed with pleasure I had no concept of time. He could have been fucking me for an hour or it could have been ten minutes.
“WHAT THE FUCK,” Charlie yelled when I reached back and fondled his balls. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
Ok I admit that I lost control and my fingers clamped down on his balls as my ass clenched tightly around his cock.
“I can't pull out—FUCK NO,” he wailed, but his balls already started to swell. He was still trying to pull out. “OH NOOOOOO!”
I groaned with pleasure as my cock began to cum. I spewed cum all over his torso. My ass seemed to clench his cock with each shot of my seed.
“OH FUCK! You're doing it! I see you growing—growing huge muscles spreading out on your frame as I pump cum more into you!” Seeing my muscles begin to grow made him thrust and continue to cum. I flexed my massive arms and my voice boomed with laughter. “You look like a giant towering above me,” he said as his orgasm began to fade.
“I still want to stay, but on one condition,” I said as I pinned his spent arms over his head.
“You think you can demand conditions?” he sat upright and we were nose to nose.
“It isn’t a bad condition… I mean it isn’t a demand or anything. I was going to say I’d be willing to stay if we can do this at least once… maybe twice a… a day?” I winced.
Charlie pulled back a few inches and looked at me with a big smile.
“I think that can be arranged,” he said as he rolled me to my back. “But only twice a day?” he grinned.
Chapter 6
The Search-An Epilog
After extensive search driver still missing
By Jay Jefferies
The Denver Evening Post
Posted: 07/06/2010 01:00:00 AM MDT
Updated: 08/09/2010 11:58:58 AM MDT
Friday afternoon July 2, 2010 the dispatcher at Regional Trucking Services here in Denver received a distress call from one of their drivers. After the driver crossed the eastern Colorado border there was a major mechanical failure. The company sent a truck to pick up their stranded driver and the tractor trailer but when help arrived the driver was nowhere to be found. The truck was returned to Denver but as of noon today the widespread search for the missing man is without a lead. It is not known if the driver attempted to hitchhike to the next town or if he wandered away to find shade or shelter from the ninety degree temperatures. Tomorrow the search will be expanded using horses and a helicopter. “After five days there isn’t much hope unless he found a source of water,” said a volunteer. Sheriff Parks can be contacted at (719) 346-8000
Update: 08/09/2010 11:58:58 AM MDT After an exhaustive month long search the Sheriff of Kit Carson County has announced that the search for the man reported missing on July 2, 2010 by Regional Trucking Services of Denver has been officially called off as of midnight last night. There were some unsubstantiated reports that someone fitting his description was seen buying water in Flagler Colorado several days before he disappeared. GPS tracking of the missing man’s cell phone only led the police back to the site of the breakdown. Sheriff Parks said that unfortunately his body may never be recovered. If you have any information pertaining to this mysterious disappearance please contact KitCarsonCounty’s Sheriff Parks. Office phone (719) 346-8000
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