I was in the men's room, taking a leak. From behind me came another man - his slow, deliberate steps echoed coldly as his boots struck the cement floor with each solid, well-paced step. It was a common urinal - one long trough where any number of men could line up and piss. The other man swaggered up to the urinal, standing uncomfortably close to where I stood. His arm bumped mine as he reached fpr his zipper - looking over at me, he said with a smirk, "Howdy, boy!"
I looked at him then, trying to be friendly. He was a tall, dark-haired middle-aged man. His dark eyes met mine, and he glared at me without smiling. He had a very macho look to him - dressed all in denim and wearing a brown leather cowboy hat. He continued to stare me down as we stood next to each other in the bathroom. I heard him unzip his jeans as we stood in silence looking at each other. I was drawn to his rough and tough good looks - the thick black mustache framing his evil mouth, the way his cigarette hung villainously out his stern lips. He wordlessly smoked as out of the corner of my eye I could see him reach into his fly. He was pulling out his penis, and I was dying to look. What kind of a _d_i_c_k_ would a man like this have hangin' between his legs. Looking down to finish my piss, I shook my prick dry, and took a quick glance to my side to just take a peek. Just one little look.
It was huge! This rugged cowboy had one hell of a big _c_o_c_k_! It looked to be nearly a foot long as it hung lewdly out his worn jeans, a strong stream of hot yellow piss shooting forcefully from his prick. He held his _c_o_c_k_ in his gloved hand, gripping it ruggedly, as if it were a work tool. My mouth gaped as I watched the big man piss, a slight gasp of air escaping from my mouth in awe of the forbiddenly nasty sight. Here, inches from me, was a hot-looking rugged stud, a macho cowboy with a god_d_a_m_n_ big _d_i_c_k_, taking a manly piss and smoking a cigarette with studly masculinity. I stared at his _c_o_c_k_ in blatant envy. It was big, thick, solid - the kind of _c_o_c_k_ every guy wished he had. As he finished his piss, I realized I had been staring at his _c_o_c_k_ the entire time. I blushed, and fully embarrassed, I hurridly stuffed my thickening penis back in my pants. The man was making me think wild, lewd thoughts about his big _d_i_c_k_ and his big, macho body, and I noticed myself getting hard. I gulped, nervously trying to hide my thoughts. The cowboy gave his long _c_o_c_k_ a hard shake I couldn't help but see, and his hips thrust forward as he finished his virile piss. Again, I was looking at his _d_i_c_k_, my hand on my zipper, comparing his male equipment to mine. He turned directly toward me, letting his _c_o_c_k_ hang lewdly out his denim jeans. Putting his hands on his hips, the handsome stud posed for me - a _c_o_c_k_y sneer slapped across his suntanned face. The tough cowboy's _c_o_c_k_ hung halfway to his knees, a threatening hunk of man. As if to taunt me forever, I heard the big brute chuckle deeply in his broad, hairy chest. He knew I was looking at his _c_o_c_k_, savoring the sight of his rugged physique and manly superiority. He laughed again, and I turned to bolt from the bathroom.
I took one step - then felt a hand on my arm. A brown leather workglove gripped my wrist, above which I could see the dark brown hairy arm of the cowboy. I froze, hearing the man zip his pants back up. His boot heels shuffled toward me, and within seconds, his body was pressed against mine. "I don't think you're ready to leave yet," he said confidently, his voice made more lustful through the cigarette clenched in his teeth. He brought his dirty face to mine from behind - his three-day beard scraping my face with macho dominance. "I think you wanna _f_u_c_k_ around with me for awhile. Am I right, _c_o_c_k_sucker? You wanna _f_u_c_k_ around with a dude like me?"
The unshaven cowboy brought his gloved hand to my crotch, slapping his leather hand firmly on my zipper. I felt the brute sliding the thick leather work glove over the lump in my jeans, sending a delicious tingle throughout my groin. As the rough man continued to rub the front of my pants, my _c_o_c_k_ began to swell, and within moments, my erect _c_o_c_k_ strained against the fabric of my jeans. He gave an evil hiss, and continued to fondle my prick, the lewd feel of his leather workglove sliding over my prick dominating my every thought. I leaned against his denim-clad body, the rough feel of the tough, scratchy fabric letting me know this guy was all man. Moaning submissively, I couldn't tell this man all I wanted him to do to me. Yet somehow, he knew. The tall workman's slow, rough rubbing told me he could really make me hot.
The raunchy middle-aged cowboy hissed, "You want me to stop?" His gloved hand gripped my hard-on masterfully, and my _c_o_c_k_ pulsed in return, evidence that no stranger had ever turned me on so fully in my life.
"No," I whispered meekly, "don't stop." I threw myself against his hard body, savoring the way the tough stranger felt. He was a dirty, nasty cowboy - cruel, sadistic, and horny-looking as hell, the roughest, most masculine man I'd ever run across. I pressed my back harder against the man's firm body, feeling his big, tight muscles bulge powerfully through the thick denim of his shirt and jean jacket. Relentlessly, the macho cowboy continued the lewd stroking of my flaming prick, the smooth, worn leather glove giving me the perfect amount of raw male friction. "Oh - god," I whispered, "that feels good." It was impossible to tell which was making me hornier - the hot cowboy's skilled masurbation or his _d_a_m_n_ed good looks - but I surrendered fully to the strapping stud, spreading my legs to give him full access to my burning crotch.
"_d_a_m_n_, you're good - so _f_u_c_k_ing good..."
The truckin' man chuckled deep in his chest. "Do me, kid," he hissed. "Do me like I'm doin' you."
I turned around to face the stranger's brawny body, and closed my eyes as I grabbed the man in the crotch of his jeans. His rock hard bulge jumped as I touched him down there, attempting to stroke his manhood thru his tight jeans. The macho cowboy growled low in his throat as I rubbed his hard-on Up and down his thick pole, I let my hand stroke his turgid pecker. I could feel his balls in the crotch of his jeans, and I carefully ran my fingers over the cowboy's hot scrotum. The handsome stranger's body reeked manhood, sweat dripping down his hairy chest and staining his heavy denim shirt. The heat steamed off his dark tanned skin where his shirt opened at the neck, and finally I could wait no longer. I reached up to his unbuttoned workshirt and slid my hand inside. I let my fingers stroke his hairy chest. The trucker had a powerful, muscular chest, covered with thick, wiry black chest hairs. It was the essence of masculinity. His big, lewd balls iin one hand, and his sweaty, hairy chest in the other.
"You like that chest, dontcha, son," he acknowledged.
"Y-yes," I stammered, cringing at the rough cowboy's openness. As I fondled the cowboy's _c_o_c_k_, I attempted to imitate his style of masturbation.
"You like it rough, huh," he said matter-of-factly, as his gloved hand reached around to manhandle my buttocks. I moaned hotly as the tough cowboy patted my tightened ass cheeks lewdly. "How about you and me grab a beer inside my truck." I looked up at the tall man's handsome weather-beaten face, and lost all sense of control. "I know you wanna, so just follow me."
He pulled away abruptly - my hand reached out for his chest, and I knew if I wanted more from the trucker, I'd have to go with him. I watched as he sauntered to the bathroom door - his jeans hugging his tight buttocks provocatively, his long, powerful legs strolling out the men's room with macho confidence. I stood alone in the bathroom - stunned - I knew I wanted more from the man, but was afraid to admit it even to myself. Then my _c_o_c_k_ jerked in my pants, remembering the way he strokerd it, and a chill went down my spine recalling the way his gloved hand patted my rump. My mind was made up. I followed him out the door.
Ahead of me, I saw the cowboy strut to his truck. He stopped, threw his cigarette to the ground, and crushed it with his cowboy boot. He spat at the ground, glanced back at me with a cruel sneer, then strutted out to his rig. I gulped, and walked across the pavement, following him.
He opened the cab door to his big semi, propping his boot up on the step, posing real macho. His cowboy hat dipped over his forehead, making him look dangerous and evil, and very, very hot! "Hop in, Butch," he growled.
I hesitated, fearful of what I was getting into. But one look at the big man, and I was under his power. His mean looking mustache, his hairy chest, his bodybuilder's physique, his denim-and-leather clothing, his macho black boots - this was one tough man, and I wanted to find out what he could do to me. I hopped up the step, and as I hoisted myself into his cab, I felt his gloved hand on my buttocks. He pushed my ass firmly as I groaned, and was instantly inside his cab.
The smell of cigarettes and leather made me shiver as I crawled over the driver's seat into the passenger side, and I had to move a stack of open porn magazines to the side to give me a place to sit. I gazed at the pictures of women getting _f_u_c_k_ed - by bikers, cowboys, marines - rough, tough men doing the nastiest things possible with their oversized _c_o_c_k_s. It occurred to me this wicked hunk could easily be one of the men in the _f_u_c_k_ magazines. The trucker climbed in, shut the door, and we were alone in his cab.
I watched the cowboy as he slowly went through the motions of lighting a cigarette. With suave, masculine smoothness, the man reached inside his denim jacket, into the chest pocket of his denim shirt, and pulled out a pack of smokes. He shook the pack commandingly while staring me in the eyes. His stern eyebrows made me shake as he kept up his intimidating stare, bringing the cigarettes to his lips, pulling one out with his mustached mouth. I licked my lips nervously as he took his sweet time, making me squirm. He put the cigarettes back into his shirt, then reached over across the cab and slowly reached for a lighter on the dashboard. My mouth filled with saliva as I watched him light his cigarette ruggedly, and I trembled as I heard him inhale forcefully. He laughed a virile chuckle as I gulped in submission - seeing him smoke was the hottest, nastiest sight I'd ever seen.
"You suck _c_o_c_k_?" he hissed as he smoked, savoring the smug, _c_o_c_k_y feeling of dominating another male.
"Uhh, uhhhhhh..." I hesitated, not sure how to answer. I'd never been with another man before, but with this stud, I was powerless to stop. I knew he'd make me suck his _c_o_c_k_ - I knew he'd make me bend over and give him my ass to _f_u_c_k_ - I knew he'd make me submit to the raunchiest male _s_e_x_ I could imagine.
"You ever suck your daddy's _d_i_c_k_?" he asked with a smirk. "Bet you always wanted to. Diddn't ya? Bet you had dreams about suckin' your dad off - takin' his big pecker in your mouth and suckin' him over and over again 'til he squirts down your god_d_a_m_n_ throat!" I gulped hard as the cowboy took a hard drag on his cigarette, then continued his wicked talk. "Yeah. You suckin' your dad - bet he'd put you between his legs & have you suck his _c_o_c_k_ in his den. Ever give your dad a blowjob in his den? Ever suck his big nasty _c_o_c_k_ off?"
"N-no, but I - I thought about it," I admitted, the idea of going down on my dad a pretty big turn on.
"You wanna suck me?"
"Oh - yesssss," I moaned, squirming in the seat. His attitude was getting to me....
"Yer daddy ever whip yer god_d_a_m_n_ ass, boy, " the trucker growled.
"Y-yes" I stammered, overwhelmed by the power.
"Well then we know what needs to be done here, don't we, son...."
"Not sure if I can, Sir," I whimpered.
"Yer a sniviling idiot, aren't ya, son...." the big hairy man said, relishing my discomfort. He just smoked, and glared at me thru his sunglasses - oh god....
"C'mere, son, and I'll spank ya!" He slapped his hand on his thigh, inviting me to lay over his lap. "C'mon!" he urged, slapping his muscular lap again. "Bend over my knee!"
I rose, and leaned over the gear shift, then on my knees, I laid over his lap. My crotch grazed the cowboy's legs intimately - and I knew he could feel my erection butting squarely into his thighs.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh," I mewled, the heat from his bulging groin mingling lewdly with my own, making my underwear moist, sweaty, and sticky. I rubbed hungrily over the big man's lap, savoring the burning tingle his hard legs gave my hardened _c_o_c_k_. Looking up, on the side of the door was his trucker's licence - a rugged, macho photo of the mustached trucker. In the picture he sneered cruelly, every inch the outlaw rebel of manhood he was. I saw his name was Jackson - Don Jackson. 46. 178 pounds. 6'3". Single.
SMACK!
"AAAHHHHRRRR!!!" I screamed, as the brute spanked me hard. His gloved hand spanked my buttocks with a crude, rough sting. _d_a_m_n_ - it burned, but it felt goooooooood!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! I took his punishment, writhing with ecstasy over his lap, bumping my _c_o_c_k_ into his muscular leg. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! I stared at his licence, groaning with his spanking, my excitement building with every athletic stroke. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! His picture was driving me mad with horniness - his pose so virile, his mustache so villanous, his chest hairs poking out the tight white t-shirt _s_e_x_ily. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! His arms crossed his chest,. his thick bulging biceps poking hotly out his short sleeves in a wild display of hot male brawn. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned in frustration, the savage cowboy spanking me to a frenzy.
"Git spanked, boy," he hissed, resuming the discipline. He chuckled lewdly as he spanked, making it plain he enjoyed giving spankings. "Giddyap!" he hissed, then - SPANK! He slapped my buttocks with deliberate thought, knowing just how to maximize the lustiness of a spanking. He began alternating ass cheeks - first spanking my left buttock, then my right buttock, then my left, then my right. I anticipated his raunchy spanks, clenching my ass cheeks and savoring the hot sting from his hand
The handsome trucker quickened the pace of his spanking, really laying a nasty wallop on my butt. The cab of the semi rocked with the power of the spanker - looking upward into his rugged face, he was absorbed in his discipline, his face sneering cruelly as cigarette smoke drifted into his squinted eyes. Sweat ran down his open chest in streams, attesting to his powerful spanking ability. I dry-humped the trucker's lap, bucking rudely against the hard rod that was the man's _c_o_c_k_ while he continued to spank me harshly.
"Mister, you're - " SPANK! "gonna - " SPANK! "make - " SPANK! "me - " SPANK! "cum -" I grunted between manly swats.
"Good!" he replied, giving me a hearty SPANK! "I wanna watch you cum in your pants over my knee - heh heh heh." SPANK! "Cum, boy!" SPANK! "Cum nice and hard!" SPANK! "Cream in your jeans!" SPANK! "You just think about your dad, spankin' the _s_h_i_t_ outta ya, his big _c_o_c_k_ poundin' in his jeans, under your squirtin' _d_i_c_k_!" SPANK! "Juice on my boner, boy - yeah - yeah - that's your dad's _d_i_c_k_ you're rubbin, boy!" SPANK!
"OH SIRRR" - that awful knot in my stomach - SPANK! "God Sir - I can't stop it, Sir!!!" SPANK! "Oh God, SIR, I can't help it, SIR...." - SPANK!!!! Then he rode me like a true cowboy _f_u_c_k_er, spankin me harder and harder....
"Yer gonna remember this fer a long time, boy!!!" - SPANK!
_s_h_i_t_! I was gonna cum over the stud spanker....
He reached under the seat, pulling out the biggest, most fearsome wooden paddle.
"OH God, Mr Jackson, please not that...."
"This, and then some, punk boy....heh heh heh" WHACK!!!!! The noise must have been immense....I could only imagine the other men at the truck stop, hearing his paddle....WHACK!!!
"This is punishment, boy - take it - YEAH!!!" WHACK!!! "What yer daddy should've done to you a LONG time ago...." WHACK!!!!!
I tried to count - not out loud, but in silence - god_d_a_m_n_, I was gonna squirt my juice all over this cowboy's hard, muscular thigh....WHACK!!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! The harder he paddled, the more intense my response....he just kept spanking me with that paddle, and I melted over his leg....
Then the brute dumped me - almost without gravity, I was back in his passenger seat.
"Pull down your pants for me, boy."
Quickly, I undid my jeans and pulled them down around my ankles. The blue-jean cowboy chuckled at the sight of my erection poking out the front of my white underwear. "You gonna let me _f_u_c_k_ ya?" he asked, eyeing me up and down with a brutal lust.
"Yes, sir," I told him, "_f_u_c_k_ me real hard, sir."
"You ever been _f_u_c_k_ed by a cowboy, son?"
"No, sir," I whispered.
My butt was numb, my mind confused....
"Now for the final act, son," he smirked.
"Yes, Sir," I whined, as I saw Mr. Jackson unzip his jeans....