TRUCKIN’ WITH A RAW RECRUIT
By William Cozad
After I got out of the Army I went to work for my uncle Ted who was a partner in a small trucking company. I'd been a mechanic and serviced the vehicles in the motor pool at Ft. Ord. With the training from my uncle Ted I got my commercial operator's license and became a trucker.
I liked driving a big rig along the ribbons of highway. The company contracted with chain stores to haul merchandise from their warehouses to their stores in California.
I liked country and western music, like most truckers I knew and I listened to shitkicker music while I tooled along. I talked to other truckers on the CB radio. They warned of Smokey, the highway patrol, who watched for speeding or pulled you over to check your log or the manifest of your cargo.
I liked the truck stops — their diners with generous portions of chow at reasonable prices. There were showers for truckers to clean up. There was space to park and shut down after you logged your 500 miles. I seldom hit the honky-tonks. I just snoozed in the sleeper of my truck then hit the road again.
One day I stopped at the truck stop outside of Sacramento. They had the best homemade hot apple cinnamon pie and strong java.
Leaving the diner, I spotted a young soldier playing a pinball machine near the entrance. I stopped and watched him. He was medium height and muscular, wearing a short sleeved khaki uniform shirt and pants. He had buzz cut brown hair and hazel eyes.
The "Game Over" light flashed on the machine. He looked over at me.
"How's it going?" I said.
"Never could beat these suckers."
"Me neither."
"Where you headed?" he asked.
"City of Angels."
"Could you give me a ride to Monterey?"
"Uh, we're not supposed to have riders because of the insurance. But there are exceptions. What the hell — I was stationed at Ft. Ord myself."
"No way. Gee, thanks! I gotta be back today or I'm A.W.O.L. Another trucker just dropped me off here."
"Come along, troopie."
He smiled and my heart thudded in my chest. He picked up his duffel bag and followed me to my red Peterbilt tractor and the silver trailer with the chain store logo on it.
He got into the cab and I stowed his duffle bag in the sleeper.
Driving along I-80, we chatted. His name was Larry Andrew's, which I'd noticed stencilled on his duffel bag. He was only 18 — from Eugene, Oregon. He'd been home on leave after basic training. He was assigned to be a cook in the mess hall at Ft. Ord. He was partying and lost his wallet. But he didn't want to borrow money from his dad who was laid off work. So he was hitchhiking back to the base.
He liked the music blaring from my stereo radio. I liked listening to him — he reminded me of when I was a dogface soldier myself.
The conversation lapsed. When I glanced over, he was slumped down in the seat and out cold. He looked so young and vulnerable — more like a boy scout than a soldier.
I harked back to my own Army days. I had a mad crush on my best soldier buddy, Mike. Larry painfully reminded me of him. Mike went to Nam and pieces of him came back in a body hag after he stepped on a land mine. He was real religious but fun. I'm sure he died a virgin. I had my share of men, mostly anonymous encounters in bathhouses and at some truck stop glory holes. The time just slipped away.
Suddenly, the soldier stirred in his seat and yawned. He rubbed his eyes.
"Sorry, I just went out like a light. I didn't get much sleep, partying with my old school buddies before I left Eugene."
"No problem. Short naps peps you up."
"I had this horny dream about my prom night. But it was realy nothing like that. I mean — I only dry-fucked my date at the prom. Later at the diner, when I reached up under Cathy's gown, she slapped my hand away and left in a huff. I think she was mad because I couldn't afford to take her to the Del Rey restaurant. I was probably the only guy who didn't get laid on our prom night. Hell — I'm probably the only virgin at Ft. Ord.!"
"I was a virgin when I was in the Army. But I learned to do other things," I said.
"Like what?"
"Oh you know — core an apple and fill it with cold cream and fuck it — rub my dick between two pieces of liver."
He laughed.
"And let queers blow me. How would you like a blowjob? I give good head."
"But you don’t look like no homo. What the fuck! I'll take what I can get. At the base, they say ‘the wind blows freely how much do you charge?’"
"Best things in life are free, you know." I reached over and groped him. His dick was hard as rock. Pulling off Highway 101 near San Jose, I stopped at the rest area and parked in an isolated spot.
Larry climbed back into the sleeping compartment with me and I closed the curtains.
He lay down on his back with his khaki uniform pants tented.
I don't remember a more beautiful sight — his dark eyes were like burning coals. He had pouty ruby lips. I could fed his eyes on me when I un-cinched his web kit. I unbuttoned his uniform shirt. I pulled up the snowy T-shirt. His silver dog tags dangled on his chest which was totally smooth with bee-stung pink nipples. He had a small innie belly button and a washboard stomach.
He lifted up when I unzipped his fly and slid down his uniform pants. His thighs were smooth and bulging. His snowy cotton briefs were tented.
Bending down, I nibbled on his cotton-encased cock. I licked his briefs until the outline of his cock was wet and visible. I tasted sweat, piss and cum.
He was gasping for breath. The sleeper was steamy and the air was thick with the musty scent of sex.
I hooked my shaky fingers into the waistband of his briefs and peeled them down.
"Whoa shit!" he shouted.
Splat! I was hit between the eyes with gobs of cock-snot and temporarily blinded.
"Oh man, I’m sorry! I couldn't help it. I was so fucking horny it just went off."
"Hey, no problem."
I wiped the sticky goo out of my eyes.
His eyes bulged when I licked the cum off my fingers and the drops off his sparse brown bush. His fat nuts were up tight against the base of his cock.
"God, your cum is like white syrup. Never tasted such sweet, thick fuck juice."
"There's plenty more where that came from. Suck it, man. Suck my big soldier cock!"
He wasn't just bragging because it was totally true. His beet-red crown was out of the hood. His cock was huge — considering his medium build. Leafy veins crisscrossed his shaft. His dick was nine by six — even bigger than my own hefty piece.
I clasped my hand around his hot, throbbing cock and stroked it. A gob of creamy goo clung to his piss hole and I lapped it up.
I circled my lips around his meaty cock. I swallowed it all the way down my throat until my nose was tickled by his spit-soaked cock hairs.
Coming up for air, I clutched his cock. I lapped his nuts in their chicken-skin sac. I managed to stuff both his balls into my mouth.
"Suck my nuts. Oh yeah, I love that."
I swished his balls around in my mouth — bathed them in saliva and spit them out. All the while I jacked his bone hard prick, tugging the foreskin overhang down over the bullet shaped crown.
"Eat my big soldier cock. I wanna cum again. I wanna cum in your month, man."
I took up the challenge. I gobbled up his virgin prick — I chewed on it like gristle. Spit leaked out of the corners of my mouth and wet his pubes and balls. But I continued to suck away. At the same time I hugged down on his spit-soaked balls.
He ran his fingers through my hair. Not only that — he pulled my hair. I relentlessly devoured his dick — I sucked up a storm. In no time, his massive prick was steely.
"Oh Jesus — I'm gonna blow! — Gonna cum in your mouth, man!"
He didn't just talk the hot talk — he walked the walk — when he grunted and his soldier prick went off like a volcano, spewing scalding GI sperm into my mouth and flooding it.
I did my damnedest to capture every drop of that dick honey but the overflow dripped out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin.
Hard as his cock was, it suddenly deflated and slithered out of my mouth, flaccid, with the crown covered by the folds of foreskin.
I licked my chops like mad, lapping up every delicious, sweet creamy drop that I could.
Just looking at the gorgeous young warrior god sprawled out I had the biggest, hardest boner I could remember. It threatened to gush if I didn't release it.
Unzipping the fly of my jeans I freed my drooling dick. The crown was angry-red.
The soldier got only a glimpse of the cock that had Andrews, L.O. stencilled in cum on it. He never had a chance to bail — not that I think he wanted to.
I manhandled the tough little monkey. I rolled him over onto his belly, exposing the most beautiful, smooth sculpted bubble butt I ever laid eyes on. It was a delicious sight that made my eyes bug and cum mixed with saliva drool out of the corner of my mouth.
The soldier glanced over his shoulder. His hazel eyes smoldered.
"You wanna fuck me, don't cha?"
"If ever I saw an ass made for fucking — it’s yours."
"Please don't hurt me," he whimpered.
"I'll give you pleasure you never dreamed of. Trust this road king — I’ll fuck you royally."
"I'm a soldier — but I'm scared."
I don't know how I kept from shooting any wad when I spread those twin mounds — it was a crack with sparse brown hair and a pouty pink pucker.
I managed to slide my jeans down and let my churning nuts dangle freely. My reddish-purple dickhead sniffed the air and my shaft throbbed wildly.
Diving into that ass crack was like diving into paradise. I was no ‘Jack the Rimmer’ in the past but one taste of that sweet soldier butt and I knew I could never get enough. I ate that ass like a madman. I slurped, slobbered and tongued away, with spit foaming out of my mouth. My face was coated with butt slime as I rimmed that cherry soldier like there was no tomorrow.
"Unbelievable! Christ — that feels so good. It's so nasty — licking my shitter — but it's fucking heaven!"
When I came up for air I poked my fuck-finger up the tightest hole it ever felt. His asshole gripped my finger like a vise.
"Fuck me, you stud mother-trucker. Make me your bitch. I’ll be your fucking punk. Let me fucking have it! I'm a soldier — I can take it — I can take anything."
He was delirious from the finger-fucking which pried open his pucker for the shaft of life. I'd been fucked myself by a total stranger beside a dumpster of smelly garbage in an alley one night when I was in terrible heat — so I knew the feeling.
"You got it, stud muffin — baby butch motherfucker — I love it when you beg for it!"
I'd plowed plenty of dirty roads before. I'd stirred lots of fudge. But I never had a better feeling than when I punched my hard and bloated trucker dick into that hot cherry soldier butt hole. Now I knew what they meant by flying to the moon — I was in orbit.
I threw the roughest fuck ever. Once his asshole ring was clamped around my cock and the moans were clearly those of pleasure, I plugged that cherry butt. He bucked back and I pistoned it in and out of his asshole. The truck was rockin' and no one dare come knockin'. My balls slapped wildly against his butt cheeks.
"Oh sweet Jesus. I don't believe it — you're gonna cum up my ass. Do it, fucker! Cream me!"
I did just that. Collapsing on top of the macho young soldier I blasted the biggest cum load I could remember up his butt hole. I was sweating, gasping and shivering when I dumped my load up his cherry hiney.
I clutched his shoulders until my dick softened and plopped out. I impishly wiped off my cock on his silky butt cheeks. We both got our clothes arranged.
I drove him back to the base. I couldn't think of anything to say. So I just scribbled down my phone number on a matchbook cover and tucked it into his pants pocket.
He shook any hand and thanked me for the ride.
I asked him to call me — but I never expected to ever see him again.
About a month later Larry called me. He had a weekend pass. I picked him up in my truck outside the main gate at Ft. Ord. I spent the weekend on the road, truckin' with the young soldier.
No comments:
Post a Comment