FRICTION FICTION: Heavy Loads

[monshanjik]

HEAVY LOADS
By Rob Rosen
(Freshmen.Aug.2007.)

I pulled into the rest stop a little past six. I’d already driven nearly
eight hours, leaving behind the smog-infused dusk of L.A. and soon to
arrive at the dawn of a foggy San Francisco day. I still had a half an
hour to go and the two mocha javas I’d nursed along the way were eager
to make their exit from my tired body. I hopped out of my jalopy and
hightailed it around a massive semi, the only other vehicle in the lot.
Their were two urinals and one crapper. I headed for the first of the
former, whipped out my dick and moaned with delight as a steady stream
of piss filled the latrine.

Just then the door to the stall opened, and out walked the guy I figured
was the driver of the 18 wheeler. I jumped a little and my grogginess
disappeared in an instant. After all, we were alone out in the middle of
nowhere and with no one to hear about it if I were about to be mugged or
worse.

From my quick appraisal, I realized I had a good three inches and thirty
pounds on the guy. I knew truckers came in all shapes and sizes, sexes
even, but I’d never seen one who was so unassuming. I glanced at him as
he washed his hands. Truth was, he was kind of cute. Handsome even. He
was about 40, with long muttonchops, an aqualine nose, full lips with
broad chest and narrowish waist, thick legs covered by tight denim and
black boots. Five foot eight, maybe 160 pounds sopping wet. Like I said,
not your standard trucker type.

“Howdy,” he said, perhaps sensing my attention.

“Oh, um, hi,” I replied, adding, “Good morning.”

“Almost, give or take a few minutes.” He turned and smiled at me,
crinkling his blue eyes. “Gonna be a nice one, too.”

“Hope so,” I said, now finished with my leak. I shoved my prick back in
my jeans and zipped up.

He frowned. “Don’t gotta do that so fast, pal.” he said.

“What, zip up?” A knot twisted in my stomach, spread out in a crazy
swirl and traveled right up to my pulsing cock. I’d never been
propositioned in a men’s room along a highway before. Other men’s rooms,
yes, but those were in gay bars. Somehow this was different. Scarier,
Sexier.

“Yep,” he responded, the smile returning to his handsome face. “Keep it
open.”

I found it hard to breathe, even to think clearly. Acting on impulse —
not to mention the need for a good wank — I did as he asked. I turned to
face him and lowered my zipper again, which sounded pretty loud in the
silent room.

“Briefs,” he commented, squinting at my opened fly. “Let’s see 'em.” My
hands trembled slightly as I undid the button and dropped my jeans to
the floor. It was obvious that my cock was now straining against my
tightie-whities, which made his smile widen.

He undid his own pants and let them fall. No underwear, just a blunt,
sausage-thick dick poking up at me, with two heavy balls hanging low.
His cock was short and squat just like he was, but hardly as unassuming.
Not wanting to be unneighborly or anything I unleashed my own cock right
about then.

He moved closer, and I did the same. Suddenly we heard two car doors
slam outside. We quickly pulled our pants up, smiled nervously at each
other, and casually strolled outside, just as an older couple headed our
way.

I walked to my car, the breath slowly returning to my lungs, and he
sidled over to his truck. I hate missed opportunities, and this was a
big one, but I figured that it simply wasn't meant to be. Oh, well, I
thought. I have bigger things in store for me in the city by the Bay —
my future, for one thing.
He turned as he reached his vehicle. "Name's Sam," he shouted.

"Max." I yelled back.

"Maybe next time, Max," he grinned.

"Next time, Sam." I nodded, giving him a sort-of salute.

I got in my car and turned the key. The engine chugged, rasped, coughed
once or twice, and promptly died. My stomach sank. I got out and popped
the hood. A slow wisp of steam issued forth, followed by a gray cloud.

"So close," I muttered, "and yet so far."

I slammed the hood back down and jumped a foot back when I saw that Sam
was standing behind my car, looking concerned. "Engine?" he asked.

"Yep," I replied.

"Can you fix it?" He moved toward me and I looked into those sparkling
eyes.

"Nope. Um, can you?" I prayed for a positive reply.

"Nah. Can drive 'em all right but can't fix 'em worth a damn." I almost
began to cry, when to my delight he added, "But I can take you to
someone who can."

I echoed his smile with my own.

"Really? You wouldn't mind? I mean, don't you have someplace to be?"

"Yep, but not for a few hours or so; got a pick-up north of the city. My
mechanic friend works downtown. I could drop you and your car off."

"My car?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he bade me to follow him. I did, and then be
opened the huge metal door to the rear of his semi. It was empty inside,
easily big enough for my car, which we pushed in once he lowered the
ramp.

I’d never been in a semi before, let alone with a stranger, albeit one
whose dick was already lodged in my memory bank. Still, I felt safe with
the guy; safe and super horny. He slid the rear door back down, and
that's when I noticed the sign: CAUTION! HEAVY LOADS. I giggled at the
sight of it. Sam laughed when he realized what I was thinking.

"That's for the truck." he said. "Oh, and me, too. If you're lucky."

We climbed up into the cab.

"Two rules of the road," he announced with a straight face. I listened
intently. "One — we drive with our pants off until we get to where we're
going."

I laughed. "And two?" I couldn't wait to hear what was next.

"Two — you only make out with me at red lights." Pause. "And at rest
stops." The grin returned as he leaned over and softly, gently placed
his full lips on mine. I responded with a warm, wet tongue, which I
swirled in and around his mouth, swapping some heavy spit before coming
back up for air.

"Rules to live by," I declared, kicking my sneakers off and sliding out
of my jeans and underwear. "And if we get pulled over by a cop?"

"We take turns blowing the guy," he replied, yanking his pants down to
his boots. "Unless he's ugly. Then we just fuck him."

"Speaking of blowing," I said, "is there a rule against doing the
driver?"

"No way, Max," he answered as the truck roared to life. He pulled out of
the lot and onto the road, his thick cock bouncing and swaying from side
to side. "Just watch out for those heavy loads, like the sign back there
says."

"Deal," I said hungrily as I knelt on the cab's wide, leather seat and
positioned my mouth just above his rigid prick. He rested his hairy
forearm on my back as he worked the gearshift. I put my palm against his
fat pole, slapping it, watching it sway. The thick, mushroom head
glistened as my lips made contact, flesh on flesh.

I bent in closer, took a whiff of his crotch, which smelled like sweat
and soap, and then licked the salty jizz of his cock's head. The guy was
a leaker, a sure sign of good things to come. I could feel the road
beneath us, the powerful engine up front and the blood coursing through
the massively thick prick in my fist. I eased my lips around the wide,
helmeted head before taking as much of his cock in my mouth as I could.

"Yeah, Max," he groaned. I worked farther down, easing up and then down
again, until I managed a rhythm akin to the truck's pistons. Gagging
only intermittently, I managed to take the length and breadth of his rod
to the back of my throat almost to his hefty balls, which I pulled and
twirled in my hand. All the while, Sam pumped his prick inside my mouth,
his meaty ass raising up from the seat every few seconds.

All that bouncing gave me an idea. I released his balls and slid a
wetted finger up to his hairy, puckered asshole. Sam seemed to like that
and lifted his rump up a bit to offer me easier access. He was tighter
than a drum, but I teased and pushed and eventually worked my index
finger in, still sucking his impossibly fat cock as I pushed my finger
deeper inside his warm, muscled asshole.

Sam's moaning competed with the engine's roar. And even though I could
feel his prostate hardening with each push and shove, this, it seemed,
was not how he wanted to get off.

"Not yet. Take it out. Take it out Max, please," he begged in a raspy
voice as I edged him ever closer with my probing finger and wet mouth.

I stared up into his blue eyes and obliged, sliding my finger out of his
ass and my mouth off his billy club.

"Can two play at this game?" he asked with a leer.

"So long as the two are me and you, Sam," I replied, raising the bottom
of his shirt up to rub his hairy, muscular belly.

The truck was going a smooth 60 down a slight grade as he said, "Turn
around, face out the window."

I did as I was told, remaining on all fours but with my bare ass now
pointed his way.

"Oh yeah, now that’s a nice ass; a real nice ass," he said, slapping me
on each cheek and pulling my balls back between my thighs, all the while
maintaining his speed and steering us off the interstate. His free hand,
when it wasn’t shifting gears, was caressing and spreading my hairy ass
crack. I spit into my hand and reached between my legs to wet my asshole
for him. "Mmm," he groaned as he slid a finger in, slowly, eagerly, all
the way in and almost all the way back out.

I gasped and stroked my cock as he pushed in, then pulled out, working
my hole over and over. One finger became two, two became three, faster,
harder, as the San Francisco skyline appeared through the passenger's
window. Huge glass-and-steel structures hovered in the distance as a
warm rush crept through my ass and almost out my prick.

"You close, Max?" he asked.

"Mm-hmm," I moaned.

"Not yet," be said. "Wait. Almost there. Ten more minutes. OK? It’ll be
worth it, I promise.

Well, he hadn’t led me wrong so far. “OK,” I managed to say as he eased
his three digits out of my ass. I sat back down on the seat, still
raging hard, still ragingly horny.

I reached over and stroked his cock back to its thick hardness and did
the same with my own as we drove through the city past endless
Victorians and up, up, up gradual inclines until we reached what I
assumed was our destination.

It was nearly seven as we parked in the narrow lot at the top of Twin
Peaks. We were alone there and had the view to ourselves, a view that
overlooked the entire city, all laid out before us like a splendid
architectural buffet.

I looked back over to Sam, smiled, and leaned in for a long, hot kiss.
Then I jumped up on the seat again, climbed over to his side and
straddled his face-to-face, his hard cock pressing tight up against my
ass.

"You read my mind, Max," he whispered into my ear before taking the lobe
between his teeth.

"Great minds think alike," I replied sucking and nibbling on his neck
while his muttonchops tickled my cheek.

Our mouths once again found each other's. His hands roamed across my
back and he quickly lifted my shirt off. I returned the favor, revealing
a thick, matted chest and rigid eraser-tipped nipples. I pressed my body
tight against his, deepened the kiss, rubbed my hard cock against his
hairy, taut belly.

"Ready?" he asked looking me deep in the eyes.

"For anything." And I meant it.

"Then turn around. Enjoy the view."

I knew what he was getting at and rose up to change my position,
perching my asshole just above that thick cock of his as I leaned
forward and stared down at the beautiful scenery below.

Sam reached under his seat and retrieved a rubber, which he slid onto
his fat tool. Then he spit in his hand, lubed up his cock, as well as my
hungry asshole, and grabbed my waist to lower me back down.

I felt that wide head press up against my small hole as I sucked in my
breath and pushed down, felling it spread me open, making its way
slowly, gently, inside. I watched through the windshield as the morning
fog began its slow roll over the hills, and my hole unclenched and
allowed the shaft to enter, inch by inch, until my ass was slapping at
his meaty, hairy nutsac.

The familiar rush spread through my ass. I exhaled then raised and
lowered my ass onto his cock, riding it for all it was worth. He reached
around my side and grabbed my turgid seven inches, stroking me with his
palm, slow and steady. In turn, I put my fingers between my legs so 1
could pull and tickle his balls as 1 lifted my ass up off his cock and
then slid back down, establishing a rhythm with him. His rock-solid
prick sent wave after wave of sweet shocks through my body while my
prostate was being pummeled.

"Close, Max," he rasped quickening the stroke on my cock.

"Me, too, Sam," I moaned, panting as I ground my ass one final time down
hard on his prick.

Our groans filled the cab as he bucked his cock uncontrollably up into
my ass. And then I shot everywhere — long, steady streams of thick,
salty come sprayed onto his steering wheel, the dashboard, my thighs,
his thighs.

He glanced around and laughed as my come dripped and dribbled down the
cab's interior.

He gave a low whistle and murmured: "Caution. Heavy loads."

"Judging from all that moaning going on behind me, "I’d say that makes
two of us," I said, raising my ass off his cock and popping it out.
"What a great way to start the day — not to mention the rest of my
life."

"How so?" he asked, unrolling the come-filled rubber and tossing it into
a small waste bin at his side.

I jumped over to the passenger seat and leaned forward pointing to the
Castro district below. "See that purple building with the white trim?" I
asked with a spreading grin. "That's my new house — well, apartment
anyway. It’s where I was heading when my car decided to up and quit on
me."

He peered over the sticky wheel. Then he let out a mighty laugh. I
rubbed his hairy, hard thigh until he calmed down.

"What was all that about?"

He turned to me and smiled, those wonderful crinkles reappearing around
his stunning blue eyes, and said "See that green house with the yellow
trim, five houses over from yours?"

"Yeah?" I replied, letting my fingers stray between his legs.

"That's my apartment, Max. We're neighbors. Just as soon as we get this
car of yours into my friend's garage and get you home."

Home. It sounded so wonderful coming from his sweet beautiful lips.

"Welcome home," he said, leaning over to give me a soulful loss.

"Welcome home, indeed," I replied. Sliding my finger inside him, I
reached my other hand over to stroke his thickening cock.

He winked, then straddled my lap.

"Caution," he said with another eager kiss. "Heavy loads a-comin'."

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