A gay story: Freaky Trucker 01: Top’s 1st Time
(Wayne gets tangled up with Jose, while getting loaded)
I had just completed a delivery in Ybor City, Florida when my dispatcher unexpectedly called with exciting news. “I’ve got a load for you headed back to Amarillo,” she announced. “It’s 15,000 pounds of ink cartridges. Can you handle it?”
I chuckled at the weight, knowing it was a piece of cake for my sturdy truck. “Count me in,” I replied. “What’s the pay on this one?”
“Two thousand, five hundred truck pay,” she informed me. “I really need this favor, Wayne. You’ve been such a reliable driver.”
I couldn’t say no to her, not only because of her past loyalty to me but also because I was itching to get back to my home state of Texas. “Consider it done. I’ve been missing my ladies down there,” I admitted with a smirk.
“Well, I’ve been keeping you in mind for a good load like this,” she replied, unaware of my current lack of sexual fulfillment. “But just so you know, the place you’re picking up from is quite small. They’re waiting for you specifically so they can load your truck and close up for the weekend.”
I had three hours left on my work clock, and according to my GPS, it was only a 17-minute drive to the pickup location. I navigated through the Tampa streets and arrived just in time to see the loading dock door wide open, and an eager customer waving me in. I expertly backed into the designated spot, secured my truck, and made my way inside.
“Hey there, glad you could make it,” greeted a friendly man named Jose. “I’m Jose, and I just want to say you’re doing us a huge favor by being here.”
Jose, with his Cuban or Puerto Rican descent, stood at around five feet nine inches, with a bald head and a thick, black mustache. He appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties, emanating a pleasant scent and exuding a strong Latin accent. He greeted me with a warm smile and showed me photos of the pallets that were to be loaded onto my trailer.
I couldn’t help but notice how comfortable and at ease he seemed, and I couldn’t deny the pleasant aroma that surrounded him as we worked together to load my trailer with the ink cartridges. It was a refreshing change from the chaos and hustle of the road, and I found myself enjoying the simple yet satisfying task.
“We want to have you out of here within the hour,” he told me, handing me the bill of lading to sign as he stood inside the warehouse.
He had a beautiful smile, but me being the horn dog I am, happened to look down at his uniform pants as he walked away, my eyes growing big as I saw the biggest cock print. “Got damn,” I thought to myself, as this little man was sincerely packing. I caught a whiff of his cologne again after I signed the bill, then looked up to see his shirt slightly open, exposing chest hairs. This man was hot.
“So gimme 30 minutes, an hour tops, and we should be all done,” he told me, climbing his forklift.
Usually, I’d sit in my truck and maybe catch a nap, or gnaw on a sandwich, but I decided I would stand there and watch this beautiful man do his work. He donned these safety glasses and this vest, then commenced to pull his forklift to two other younger, Latino looking dudes, before exiting and supervising.
“Hey Wayne, you can come to the breakroom while we load you. We have snacks, drinks, television. Kick your feet up, if you like,” he said.
He led me into the room that was decked out with a couple of leather couchers, and vending machines galore, having me sit and wait, while he did the same nearby. 30 minutes later I looked up to see him looking at me. I winked and smiled, and he smiled back, not missing an opportunity to let him know he piqued my interest. Another 30 minutes would pass and one of the loaders would come to the breakroom to let us know they were finished, and needed me to inspect the load.
“Once you pull off, I’m done for the weekend,” he said, as I looked at everything from the rear.
“Any plans,” I asked.
“Not really. May go out to St. Pete tonight, have a few drinks, grab a bite. Nothing too fancy.”
“Alone?”
He gave me a look when I asked that, almost as if I’d went too deep with the questions, then he answered.
“Yeah. I’m unfortunately single,” he said to me.
This was my chance. The other two dudes left, as now, it was just me and Jose.
“I always liked trucking into Tampa, but never really got the opportunity to check out the city. 30 years of trucking, and at least twice a year I come here, but never get out of the truck and explore,” I told him.
“You should. Its a beautiful city. Hell, you in a rush to get out of town,” he asked.
“I don’t deliver this load until Tuesday, so no,” I responded.
I wanted to see what was behind that dick print more than anything, and would get my wish as I didn’t leave the parking lot immediately after getting loaded. I instead pulled the truck from the door, he pulled the dock door down and locked up the building afterward.
“I’ve got another load you could take with you,” he said to me, as I walked back inside.
“Been a long time since I’d done this.”
My ass was twitching and mouth watering for I knew what was about to happen. We started kissing in the breakroom, then he suggested we go into my cab so we wouldn’t get caught. We entered my tractor, and I pulled my privacy visor across the windshield, the both of us getting undressed on the spot. I ended up sitting on the bunk, with him facing me, his left leg on the edge, and that fat, ‘Cuban cigar’ of a cock on the tip of my lips, right before I opened my mouth and he began ramming my throat.
“You can really suck some dick, man. I bet you like those tits sucked, too, don’t you,” he asked.
I moaned as he started caressing my tits, sucking both nipples and at one time pressing my big tits together. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, then I laid back, and allowed him to take over as he was on top of me, his chiseled body covering my beefy frame as he was first kissing my neck, then making his tongue to my perky nipples, lapping away at them and making me moist in the process.
“Joseeeeee,” I whined, enjoying how he worked my chest. “Jose this feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
“See how you feel when I’m eating that fat ass of yours, papa,” he said.
I laid back to kick my short, stubby legs in the air, and spread my fat cheeks as he impatiently put his tongue in my ass. I felt his mustache rubbing against the upper edge of my hole, and his tongue darting inside. A jolt passed thru me right away, for it been months since anyone tasted me.
“Mmmmm, I love eating you truckers out,” he said. “And here you are, about to leave my grasp. You ain’t going nowhere until I finish with you.”
That hurricane tongue of his swirled at my insides, getting me all wet and even more horny as he worked me. It danced inside as it was rubbing on everything, and making me want that hard shaft deep.
“You want some Cuban cock don’t you,” he asked.
“Hell yes. I want it. I need it,” I told him.
It been too long since I been fucked, and I couldn’t stop puckering, anticipating the penetration of his beautiful meat. He was packing maybe a curved eight inches in length, with slight girth, as I knew that thing would hit all sorts of spots. The head on it was pointy, interesting looking, but I was curious on how it would feel.