Deep Voice, Brown Fur

“I got an eight-inch cock!” the raspy voice said on the CB radio.
“Yeah, they’re all big on the CB, driver,” I replied.
“Why don’t you come and suck it?”
“Cause you won’t tell me where you’re at.”
And so went our CB talk until the driver finally chickened out and left me hanging as the silence on channel 23 dragged on. It’s amazing how so many of these guys talk big until you call their bluff. I went back to channel 19 and made myself known.
Soon I was talking to a driver on channel 25 and he asked if I was close to the truck stop. “Sure,” I said. “Where can I meet you?”
“Meet me in the game room,” he said with a deep voice that made my dick hard. “I’ll be wearing a cap, I’ve got a beard and I’m a bit heavyset.”
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll be wearing a black ball cap, I’ve got jeans on and a black t-shirt.” Not long after, we connected after sizing each other up in the game room. I thought he was going to be of the 300-lb variety when he said heavyset, but he turned out to be less heavy than he made himself out to be. I admit that his voice attracted me, or I might have had second thoughts from his “heavyset” comment. His brown beard was thick, and visions of cum drops on it made me lightheaded. My dick was already leaking precum as I felt his deep voice rape my eardrums with its bass. We abandoned our respective 25-cent electronic brainwashings and left the game room to walk over to his truck. The walk took us across a crowded lot full of big rigs; truckers and the overwhelming smell of old oil and diesel. We got to his truck, where we climbed in to get naked after he put up the privacy curtains.
The stocky driver was covered in brown fur to match his beard, and his nice uncut dick was dripping precum when I put it in my mouth. We eased on into a hot 69 and he sucked on my dick like a pro licking up every thick drop of precum that coated my dickhead and foreskin.
“I want this fat fucker up my ass,” he said. “You Mexicans have the hottest dicks.”
I laughed at the comment and I could swear I heard the Mexican National Anthem somewhere in the back of my mind. “Go ahead on,” I told him. “Just go easy, it gets fatter when it gets more excited.”
He handed me a rubber, I skinned back my dick and painfully rolled the latex on. He coated my latex-sheathed dick with some cold, slimy stuff. I was a bit close to shooting my load after putting the rubber on, but the cold gel quickly calmed me down.
It took him a while to squat down onto my dick, but when I was all the way in, he rode me like a hungry pro. I jacked off his uncut pecker and fondled his furry nuts, occasionally reaching back with both hands and spreading his asscheeks apart. I could feel my balls riding up in anticipation, and then the all-too-familiar tingle started at the base of my dick and deep inside my guts. “I’m gonna shoot, driver..” I told him.
“Fuck me, man!” was all he could mutter as I started to fill that rubber with a hefty load of Mexican cum. He leaned back so his ass could swallow as much of my dick as it could and I could feel my dick tapping his prostate. The waves of pleasure swept over me as I felt the cum from his pecker hit my chest and chin. He came in gallons, too. He collapsed on me for a bit after we shot our loads, and the brown fur on his chest soaked up the cum from my chest. My dick slipped out of him. We cleaned up, traded numbers, email addresses and I was back on my way. I’ve had a couple of calls from him after that, and the sex just keeps getting better and better.