Avery loves getting on his knees for alpha male truckers, but this “session” of truck stop mayhem goes in a direction he never saw coming! That’s because the legendary Lionel Telluride insists he would never endure a twink on top… yet that’s exacty what he craves!
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Avery had never been to the Ramwide Truck Stop on Interstate 82. It was a rarely used highway in his experience, so there was little reason for anyone to go to the truck stop there. Avery was not a truck driver, so there was no point at all in him going to a truck stop that was rarely used.
But he felt like doing something new, and he was in a weird, funky mood. He wouldn’t have even minded if there was no one else there. He could just hang out in the woods, smoke the joint in his pocket, then go home. That’s what he would have done in high school. He and his friends met in the woods to smoke a joint after school, but Avery went even when he knew none of his friends would be there. He could do that again here and now. Most days being alone at a truck stop would have been disappointing, but today, he was okay with that.
It was sunshiney today, but it had been raining a lot recently, so he thought maybe that was why he had been in a weird, dark mood. Maybe it was better for there to be no one here.
No one is precisely who he saw. The parking lot was empty except for an old sedan that looked like it might well have been abandoned here for decades, it had literal cobwebs in it. Avery was suddenly struck by a paralyzing feeling of loneliness. There were no people around for maybe a mile or more. He might as well have been lost in the wilderness.
He had been feeling lonely lately, and he’d been considering making changes in his life. Maybe I need to find a girlfriend. He was disappointed in his life lately, and he didn’t know how to get out of the funky rut he found himself in.
He went to the showerhouse. The Ramwide Truck Stop was well-known as a spot where a trucker could get a vending machine sandwich, a nut in a man’s mouth and a shower, not necessarily in that order. Avery could only really help with one of those things. He did enjoy the male physique and the male body, and he enjoyed the things men did with their bodies, but he did have a taste for something besides dropping to his knees and jerking off truckers yet again. Sometimes he did take one up the ass, and he managed to give a lot of truckers rimjobs — which he loved — but most of them were only into head. That was fine with Avery. Fine enough anyway. He greatly adored the male physique, and he didn’t mind, indeed kind of enjoyed, the taste of a masculine man’s dick and jizz.
That was why he came to Ramwide Truck Stops most weekends: because that was where horny, desperate men went.
The showerhouse was a big empty space with a changing area and some showerheads. No one was there. There were not even any puddles — no one had showered here in a long time, the linoleum was bone-dry. It didn’t have that humid stale-steam smell that the more-used showerhouses did at other truck stops. A sock in a corner had green mold growing on it.
No one was around, Avery thought. He wasn’t too disappointed. It was a beautiful day, and he could always go to one of the better truck stops before he went home. He stayed for now though. He enjoyed the liminal nature of the empty truck stop and showerhouse. It looked like a scene from a post-apocalyptic movie.
The sound of a truck engine rumbling filled the air. Avery was so used to hearing that that he didn’t quite register it at first — he just let the sound wash over him while he stared at the empty showerhouse.
Then he realized what it meant: somebody was here.
The engine turned off. Avery crept outside cautiously. With only one trucker here, he felt unsafe. Most Ramwide Truck Stops were clogged with people. The people were unsavory, but still, Avery felt sure no one would hurt him in a normal truck stop — they might rip the stereo out of his car when he wasn’t looking or even take the wallet out of his pants while he showered or messed around, but they wouldn’t hurt him.
Here, at this Ramwide Truck Stop, there were no witnesses for miles around. No one could protect Avery here.
The man who stepped out of the truck was handsome and well-formed. He was a short but muscular man with a thick scruffy beard, a dense mop of unkempt hair that extended to his neck, and a powerful barrel-shaped chest. He wore camo pants and a plain wifebeater, beneath which his muscles rippled as he climbed out of the cab of his truck.
The truck stop was silent. The man stood there near his truck, and he loudly sniffed like he was testing the air.
“Piggie! I smells a piggie!” he called out. He glanced at Avery’s car, parked in the front lot, and at the abandoned sedan collecting dust in the back. “Where you at, piggie?”
Avery remained unsure about what he should do, but there was nowhere to hide in the showerhouse, which was clearly the first place the trucker was going to check, so Avery just stepped outside. He blushed as the trucker approached him with a crude sneer.
“Hey, I’m Avery-“
The man rushed forward as though he was going to tackle Avery. Instead he just bent Avery’s head back, stuck his nose in Avery’s mouth and inhaled. Avery could feel the air in his mouth escaping up the trucker’s nostrils, and the man’s bristly beard scratched against Avery’s face.
“You smell like piggie,” the man said.
“Uh… Okay. My name is Avery-“
The man was quiet. He pondered Avery for a long time. “Fine,” he said, as though there was some chance he would have decided that Avery’s name was not fine. He scowled at Avery. “You one of them truck stop booty boys?”
“Uh… yeah,” Avery said. “You want to blow a nut?”
“Yes, I do. Lemme make sure you deserve it,” he said. “Get on your knees and sniff my crotch.”
Avery blushed. He looked around to make sure no one was coming. Then he dove his face into the trucker’s crotch. He felt his thick, soft cock through the fabric of his camo pants. He inhaled loudly. The only scent he got was unclean fabric, with a faint afternote of piss. But the scent was strong and dizzying, and Avery enjoyed it. He gasped and smiled, then licked the fabric of his pants.
“Now sniff my ass,” he said. When Avery hesitated, the trucker sniffled. “Gotta make sure we’s compatible.”
Avery crawled around to the man’s backside. He had a juicy, plump ass that Avery wanted to taste. He didn’t hesitate before ramming his head between those cheeks the best he could without dropping the trucker’s pants. His ass was toned and firm, and it felt perfectly hairy. It smelled a little like rump and a lot like sweaty musk. It made Avery hard in his pants.
“Stay on your knees,” the man said. “My name is Lionel.”
“Nice to meetcha, Lionel,” Avery said.
“I don’t mess with truck stop booty boys,” he said. “Never.”
Avery nodded as though he believed it. Most of the truckers in America told him that right before they let him handle their cock, so he didn’t actually believe it. But he smiled like he was glad Lionel made an exception for him.
He licked his teeth and stayed silent for a long time. Avery blushed and looked down at his feet.
“If you want me to ram you, we’re gonna do it my way,” he said. “Crawl after me.” He walked swiftly away, towards the back of the showerhouse. Avery crawled after him as fast as he could, like a clumsy puppy. The trucker grunted his approval. “That means you don’t get to touch me. I’ll drain my dick down your throat, maybe ram you in the ass. You beg me for it the whole time. If you stop beggin’, I will not stop wreckin’ you. Once we get in there, it ain’t gonna stop til I is satisfied, and I am never satisfied.”
“Okay.”
“I’m not gonna ram you nice either. Don’t bother tellin’ me how to do it in a way that you like, cuz I won’t do it. As far as I’m concerned, if we both enjoy it, then there ain’t no point. I is here to take pleasure from you. Any pleasure you feel is sumpin’ I ain’t yet grab. But I will, and it will hurt, you little bitch. I will take pleasure outta you til God hates you.”
Avery was unsure about the theological validity of that promise, but he had no interest in arguing about it. He just nodded his understanding as he scurried on all fours along the muddy ground. They went behind the showerhouse, not into it.
“I’m gonna ram you in the ass til my dick comes out ya mouth, and even then I’ll keep goin’. I’m gonna make you my gutter bitch. That okay with you?” He barked, following behind Avery crawling forward, and he spat on the ground. “No, don’t tell me. If you don’t like it, just crawl away. I won’t come after you.”
Avery stayed right where he was. Lionel had stopped in the woods. There was a creek nearby, and it appeared that the creek frequently overflowed its banks. They were in a wide, smooth, flat area where the ground was saturated and muddy. Behind Avery and Lionel was the truck stop, and ahead was the highway, but in between was this creek and a small patch of woodland.
“I want you to know that I got a swastika tattooed on my chest,” Lionel said. He sniffed. “That don’t mean nothin’, ‘cept that I needed a little protection in prison. Don’t ask me no questions about it.” Lionel stripped off his shirt, and his powerful, hairy chest made Avery’s heart skip a beat. There was also a brilliant crimson swastika that stretched over his entire chest. That made Avery a little afraid, but he had known more than one white American who had prison tats he didn’t really believe in, so Avery was willing to look the other way. Besides that, he had to admit Lionel’s entire redneck-in-the-muck look was appealing, and it made Avery’s dick hard. It was so exciting to jack off with men, like this, dangerous men who could hurt him badly if they wanted to.
“Okay,” Avery said. He took off his own clothes. He tried to keep his shirt from getting too muddy — he laid it to rest on a clean-ish log. But his body was already covered in mud.
Avery was about to drop to his knees and start stroking, but Lionel stopped him with a firm, callused grip on his shoulders. He growled.
“You promise you won’t try to ram me, right?” He muttered through gritted teeth. He very lightly slapped Avery on the cheek. “I don’t do that! Don’t even try!” He scowled and spat a foul-smelling wad of saliva onto Avery’s face. “Right? I’m not touchin’ ya dick under any circumstances. You don’t get to put anything up my ass. ‘Cept maybe ya tongue. But only if you don’t like it.”
“Right. That’s right. That’s correct. Yes. Uh-huh. Certainly. Absolutely. Sure. Yes. Right. Yes. Absolutely. Uh-huh,” Avery said. Once he started babbling, he couldn’t stop until Lionel literally squeezed Avery’s lips together with one hand.
“Good.” Lionel spat on the ground. He unzipped his camo pants and took his dick out through the fly. It was huge, thick and almost a foot long, maybe even longer. It was veiny and pale as marble. Lionel’s skin was all pale, in between the tattoos, shockingly pale, like it made sense to think he might be freshly released from prison. He obviously didn’t go outside shirtless often, like he was now.
Avery was on the ground on his knees. Lionel’s bare, uncut cock swayed in front of him. There were already a few spatters of mud on it.
Before he could start stroking, however, Lionel sunk to the ground as well. He laid on his belly, lifted his head up and swallowed Avery’s dick so fast Avery didn’t realize what was happening until it had already begun.
“Uh… Okay. Well… I see. Okay…” Avery gasped. A shiver of pleasure ran up Avery’s spine, as his cock hurried to full erection. He was so surprised he could only babble some more. “I didn’t, uh, I didn’t think you were into this…” His hands fluttered above Lionel’s head.
Lionel just noisily continued, ignoring Avery’s words. He deep-throated Avery’s half-hard cock until his nostrils wedged in Avery’s meaty crotch and pubic hair. Once Avery was fully hard, Lionel struggled to get his whole cockshaft in his mouth, but he kept on trying even as he choked and sputtered on it.
His unkempt beard scratched against Avery’s thighs. Avery was such a thin, delicate man that Lionel’s bushy beard was wider than Avery’s entire body. Every time Lionel gagged, his massive muscles all flexed at once.
Since Avery wasn’t very tall and he was still on his knees, Lionel had to get real low to line his mouth up with Avery’s cock. Lionel’s hairy chest and belly were down in the mud, while Avery lowered himself as much as possible, until he just sat on the ground. He sank into the mud as Lionel jerked him off, lips encircling his shaft.
“Oh, god, uh… Lionel…”
Lionel’s hands grasped Avery’s fingers and dragged his hands to the back of his head. Avery’s fingers gripped his greasy hair and held him in place. That gave Avery the leverage to force his dick all the way down Lionel’s gullet. He felt unsure about using Lionel’s head for leverage to throat him down like this, but Lionel had put him in this position, and Avery couldn’t bring himself to stop even if he wanted to. This had only been going on for a minute or so, and already it felt so good Avery was on the verge of blowing his nut.
But then Lionel slapped Avery’s asscheeks. A growl escaped from around the cock in his throat, and he slammed his head as far down as he could on Avery’s cockshaft. He gagged.
It was clear he wanted Avery to throat him down, so Avery took a deep breath and did the best he could. The tiny muscles of his delicate chest writhed as he used every part of his body to hold onto Lionel’s head and ram his dick all the way down his throat. His balls slapped against the dense nest of coarse hairs on Lionel’s chin.
Once he got started, he became more and more excited by it. Avery realized that this was the kind of change he needed — he’d been considering a move, but why move somewhere else where you’ll just jerk off guys at the same kind of truck stops? Given the nature of truckers, it might be the very same guys, demanding blowjobs since their wives don’t put out anymore and they’re too lazy and stinky rutting bastards to have an affair with a girl.
Lionel gagged and choked up profuse spit. His face was red and his eyes teared up as his body cried out for oxygen. He flopped around in the muck, splashing up mud until his hairy body was covered in filth.
To an outside observer, it would have looked like the tiny, delicate-bodied twink, Avery, managed to hold down the powerfully-built bear Lionel, whose muscled back and hairy shoulders writhed as he allowed his throat to be drilled mercilessly. In reality, of course, Avery was too weak to force anything on Lionel.
Avery pulled out only when he felt his orgasm approaching, and he didn’t want to finish this soon. He took a deep breath and jammed his erection over Lionel’s face. Lionel gasped for air, and Avery moaned.
Lionel gasped for air. “You stupid weirdo! You’re gonna have to hold me down and make me squeal like a piggie. Oink, oink, motherfucker.” He opened his mouth again and tried to lick Avery’s dick some more. He looked so hungry and mean that Avery was momentarily afraid he’d bite his cock off, so Avery angled his dick away. Lionel continued to crawl around in the dirt like he was trying to get at it.
“You want me to ram you? In the ass?”
“I want you to make me squeal like a piggie!” he said and rubbed his face between Avery’s asscheeks. “Make me nasty. Make me deserve all this mud and muck. Make me so dirty not even my mama could ever look me in the eye again.”
“Uh…”
But then Lionel bent over. He put his face deep in the mud — right in, so deep that he couldn’t breathe — and stuck his ass in the air. He had big broad, plump cheeks that were covered in fine black hairs. If his ass weren’t also dripping with clumps of mud, Avery might have wanted to lick his crack and his asshole.
Instead he approached Lionel on foot, his boner sticking out from his unkempt crotch. He had to stand on his toes to get his dick into Lionel’s ass, which was so wide Avery’s entire face could have fit between those cheeks. He paused with his dick waiting there in Lionel’s sweaty, moist and muddy asscrack.
“Are you sure you want this?” Avery asked. His heart pounded. He still wasn’t sure he was reading this situation correctly.
Lionel howled. Avery didn’t even realize he howled the word yes until it was complete, and Lionel backed his ass up. His asshole twinkled as its rim rubbed against Avery’s dick, sending a wave of pleasure through his body. Lionel shuddered too.
Taking a deep breath, Avery pushed his cock into Lionel’s ass. As soon as the tip entered him, Lionel sharply gasped and threw his head back. He pulled his face out of the mud, which dripped off him in great gobs that plopped back into the mud-pit beneath him.
When Avery didn’t detect resistance, he kept on shoving his dick in deeper and deeper. The mud acted as a lubricant and Avery moaned at the intense sensations rolling through his veins. Avery had never rammed a swastika-clad muscle-heavy redneck’s hairy ass like this.
Though Lionel didn’t try to stop him, Avery did feel some internal resistance. Lionel’s body was tight like a glove. Was he intact? Avery thought probably not, but it did feel tight as a corset Avery threw his head back and moaned, spasms of ecstasy enrobing his body.
He had rarely felt like such a real man. Avery normally serviced big alpha males like Lionel. He occasionally got a handjob, or more often a reacharound, and that was about as much as he could ever expect. True, every once in awhile he’d get to mess around, hump on a bigger man until he made Avery stop. The closest he’d ever come was sticking his dick in the ass of some muscle-bound football player until he scampered away. That had lasted maybe thirty seconds.
Avery grabbed ahold of Lionel’s thick mane, which had been greasy even before he doused his head in mud. Now his skin was so slick it was hard to keep a tight grasp on. Avery held on and rammed back and forth, even as his hands slipped all over Lionel’s slick body.
“Gonna make you squeal like a piggie!” Avery said with a laugh. His voice felt deeper than it had ever been. As he cackled, he rammed his dick all the way in, making Lionel’s ass clench and his spine straighten.
“Soo-eee!” Lionel screamed over and over. Avery tightened his hold on Lionel’s head, while the bigger man rutted and writhed in the mud pit.
Lionel roared in anger, arousal, pain and overwhelming bliss. Pain erupted in his scalp while pleasure exploded in his crotch. Lionel jacked himself off furiously, and his asshole twinkled and clenched as he shot his load onto the ground beneath him.
“Ah hell yeah! Fuck!”
Cum sprayed into the mud beneath him. Lionel’s whole body turned red, and his muscles went hard all at once — so Avery felt like he was gripping a muddy statue — then soft, then hard again before he turned into a limp pile of redneck flesh that collapsed into the muck.
Avery was on top of him, laying on his back. He kissed the sweaty filth of Lionel’s reddish, hairy back. He licked it up, savoring the salt of his sweat and the grimy, earthy flavor of mud. Lionel moaned.
Grinding his hips, Avery moved his cock in a circular motion inside Lionel, who contorted in sync with Avery’s motions. He made sure to ram every inch of Lionel’s insides, and he moaned as well, his open mouth moaning directly into the meat of Lionel’s shoulders.
“Fill me up, bitch!” Lionel said. He spat onto the ground like he hated Avery and was imagining spitting on Avery. His face was ruddy and tense, sensations visibly roiling his body from head to toe, as exquisite bliss wracked both men’s bodies.
Avery was already overwhelmed by the power of his orgasm. His eyes rolled back as he slammed his dick all the way in again. He could feel Lionel’s pulsating prostate beneath the tip of his dick, and Lionel puffed up his chest. He bit his lip and Avery moaned again, even nibbling on Lionel’s flesh.
Finally he was done. Cum sprayed into Lionel’s ass. He shot a thick, dense load, with a texture like the mud that coated both men’s bodies. Avery’s wad filled Lionel’s body with his creamy seed, so much of it seeping into him that it dripped out his ass and into the mud beneath.
Avery stayed there for as long as it took. Every few seconds he made a rough oinking sound, and Lionel did likewise, with a reedy, exhausted tenor to his baritone voice, as a few final jizzwads spurted from both men’s manhoods. Avery waited until every last drop of cum had escaped from his dick.
Then he pulled away, and his cock slipped out of Lionel’s ass. He took a deep breath. He felt like a conquering champion, and he even pumped his biceps though he knew they looked like pale matchsticks.
His powerful feelings only lasted a second. Then he was overwhelmed by exhaustion, and a little fear. His knees buckled and he nearly collapsed.
“You stay here,” Lionel said. “I don’t wanna let some dude watch me shower.” He stood in front of Avery, his bare dick swinging between his legs. He grabbed up all his muddy clothes and walked away. “You stay here in the mud and you keep on making oinking noises like the little cum-piggie you is.”
Avery was still too dazed by his orgasm and his uncertainty around this situation to respond. He just nodded. He let out a tired, half-hearted oink.
“And if you even think about putting your dick inside me, I will come back here and rip your head off, you bastard,” Lionel said as he walked away. “I don’t do that. Nobody can make me do that!”
Avery stayed there in the dirt for a long time, feeling mud and assjuice drip off him. “Okay,” he said in response to Lionel, who was long gone, no doubt already in the shower. By the time Avery was able to take a deep breath and rise to his feet, he could hear Lionel’s truck engine start up again.
When he walked on uneasy legs around the corner, he saw Lionel’s truck drive away. Avery waved, but Lionel ignored him.
“Well,” Avery said out loud but aimed at no one in particular. “This is my new favorite truck stop. I’ll be back here again.”