I had to reread it all again. I’m leaking so bad, and the moment I read, “spray the sheets”, that was it for me, and I started cumming. Great story!
 
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I had to reread it all again. I’m leaking so bad, and the moment I read, “spray the sheets”, that was it for me, and I started cumming. Great story!
Hot, bud!!
Love hearing about you guys getting off to the story. There really is no bigger compliment!!
 
Hot story, really enjoyed it and could visualize every detail. Gave me a hard on and wanting a trucker for myself!!!
Thanks, bud! Hopefully my story can keep you going until you find one ;)
 
Part 5

Ben's heavy breathing beats the back of my neck until he slowly calms himself. His semi-hard cock slips from between my cheeks as he pulls away to stand up. I roll backwards into the spot he was in and it's hot and slightly damp with sweat as I lay on my back. I feel my ass and lower back cling to the sheet as Ben's cum makes contact with it. Ben reaches over and clicks on the light. I shield my eyes with my arm and peek out from beneath it. Ben is standing at the edge of the bed. Cum drips from his tip, a long thick rope that eventually drops from his cock onto the floor. I look him over in all his glory. His cock is softening but still glistens with the cum that he forced up against me. He lifts the small towel from the cabinet and begins wiping it over his cock, balls and pubes. As he finishes I look up towards his face. A large cheeky smile stretchs across it as he looks back at me. His stare is soft and warm. Then the towel is thrown onto my face."Hey!" I shout, startled. As I lift it off I feel the bed sheets that are covering me be pulled away. "Fucking hell, bud!" Ben is staring down towards my cock. I look down and see for the first time the extent of the mess I made. Long, wet, streaks soak the sheets in large patches. My cock lays flaccid against my thigh, it's length glistening with the cum that wasn't soaked up. I let out a small chuckle."Yeah, sorry about that." Ben pulls the sheets from the bed. "Don't be sorry!" He says, sounding almost impressed. "Just surprised you haven't passed out from losing that much fluid." I stand up and wipe myself down with the towel as Ben strips off the remaining sheets. He pats down the mattress which is slightly damp too. "Well, I can change the sheets but we might still be a little wet tonight." He laughs. I'm a little embarrassed as I stand behind him and watch him change the bed. I'm staring at his hairy ass as he bends over and taking in his naked form when the realisation of what just happened kicks in and my mind floods with questions. Was that just a one off? Will we do that again? More, even? I shake my head a little as if to scatter these thoughts. I told myself before not to worry about. Just go with the flow and see what happens. Its worked out pretty well so far.

I regain my composure as Ben flops back onto the newly made bed and slides under the sheets. He folds back the corner nearest to me. "You coming back in?" I smile and nod. I flick off the light again as I climb into bed. Ben folds the sheets over my naked body. His hand slides from my shoulder, down my arm, and onto my waist. He pulls me slightly as he shuffles closer. His furry stomach makes contact with mine and our legs and feet meet. His face is close to mine and I feel the faint heat of his breath. I reach out a hand and place it lightly on his chest, nestled amongst the soft hair. I run my hand up to his neck and feel the bristles of his beard. Placing my palm on his cheek I stroke his face lightly with my thumb. I feel his hand on my lower back press into me, pulling our bodies tightly together. I gingerly move my face towards his. Soft breath caresses my lips as I lean in. The bristles of his moustache brush my upper lip as our mouths meet in a short, tender kiss. My heart pounds and my stomach spins. I slide my hand from his cheek onto the back of his head and gently pull his face to mine again. A firm, more forceful kiss quickly followed by our warm, wet tongues exploring one another.

My cock stiffens again between us. I'm almost laying on top of Ben, passionately kissing and grinding my cock against him when he slowly pulls away. "Bud..." He whispers softly. I open my eyes and can only just make out the outline of his face in the dark. "Maybe we should relax a bit. We've got a really early start tomorrow." I'm disappointed, but he's right. This is also the first time that anything has happened and maybe we shouldn't rush it. "Yeah..." I whisper back and slide my body back onto the bed. "...we should get some sleep." I roll onto my side with my back to Ben. "I mean, we've already ruined one set of sheets tonight." He chuckles behind me as he turns in the bed and throws his arm over my waist to spoon me. "True." He says, his hard cock pressing into my ass. "Besides..." His hand quickly slides down my stomach and he grasps the base of my cock in a tight grip. "...we can ruin these ones tomorrow."

I'm abruptly woken by the incessant beeping of Ben's alarm. Laying on my side facing the cabinet, I squint at his phone and go to reach for it when Ben sits up on his elbow and reaches his other large arm over my head. He fumbles with his phone and turns it off before pausing to read any notifications. I stare up into his sweaty armpit, blonde hair made dark from the night's sweat. A strong, musky smell floods my senses and my cock twitches in response. He drops his phone on the cabinet and looks down at me. He looks exhausted, as his thick, muscular mass looms over me. "So tired." He mumbles through a large yawn. I reach my arms up and wrap my hands around the back of his neck. I gently pull him towards me and meet his lips with mine. We share a few gentle kisses before he pulls away. He places his hand on my cheek and I watch his eyes move gently back and forth as he looks me over. He meets my gaze again and the corners of his eyes crease slightly as a soft smile spreads across his face. He leans in for a long, firm kiss before pulling away slightly and sighs "We need to get going, bud."

Ben rolls over me to the edge of the bed and stands up. His morning wood pointing upwards in that slight arc. He begins pulling on his clothes as I watch him from the bed. I reluctantly get up and rub my tired eyes. "Showers?" I ask expectantly. "Nah, not this morning." Ben replies. I'm disappointed. Some fun in the shower could have really woken me up. "If we get to the depot early, we can drop this load off and be back on the road sooner. We can always shower tonight if you want." I look down to my cock, pointing straight out. "Sorry big guy, looks like you're going to have to wait.". I pull on some clothes, forcing my cock into my jeans and slump into the passenger seat. "How long?" I ask with a yawn. "To get there? Less than an hour." Ben says as he starts the engine.

As we're driving I think about the night before. The images and thoughts of what happened flood my mind and I absentmindedly rub the bulge in my jeans as I stare out the window. "Could you stop that, please?" I awaken from my daydream and look over at Ben."What?" I ask, confused. "That!" He quickly glances towards me, pointing at my crotch where my hand is wrapped around my bulge. I laugh. "Sorry, is it distracting you?" I ask, not moving my hand. "Yes!" He fires back and readjusts his own crotch. I look down and there's a noticeable mound in his jeans. "Let me just sort it out then." I say cheekily, reaching down and unzipping my jeans. "Don't you dare pull your dick out!" He snaps. My hand has already squeezed inside my jeans and found the opening at the front of my briefs. "But I'll be really quick." I say as innocently as possible. My cock is solid and I struggle to get it out. I undo the button of my jeans and pull them down slightly to allow my bulge to spring out. I slide my hand under the waistband. "Karl!" Ben shouts. He rarely uses my name, it's always "bud" or "buddy". He sounds stern but rather than putting me off, it's turning me on. "You can't do that while I'm driving!" He's scolding me but I can see that he can't keep his eyes off me either. I stretch my briefs down and let my cock spring out. Long, hard, and straight, it bobs with the motion of the truck. I grip it with both hands and slowly jerk it up and down. I let out a soft moan. "Karl, seriously?! Someone is going to see you!" He complains. I shoot him a quizzical look. "We're like five feet taller than any other car on the road!" I chuckle. "Except maybe other trucks..." I shrug. He almost smirks but I can tell he's trying to hide it. "Just put your cock away!" He says, rubbing his head. "Ugh, fine!" I mutter with mock anger. I squeeze my cock back into my briefs and zip up my jeans. "Thank you." Ben says matter-of-factly. "Don't thank me yet." I say, unbuckling my seat belt.

I move into the space between our seats, a little offset by the gearstick. "Bud, what are you doing? Get back in your seat and put your belt on!" He stammers while keeping his eyes on the road but glancing briefly at me. I get down on my knees at his side and run my hand across his thigh and onto his firm bulge. "Karl, I'm driving!" He says sternly. I ignore him and unzip his shorts, reaching inside. My hand immediately makes contact with hot skin."Going commando?" I ask, looking up at his face. "This is dangerous, bud!" He says glancing back at me. I grip his cock and pull it towards the opening in his shorts, watching it spring out. The head of his thick, cut cock glistens with precum. I sway with the motion of the truck but easily manage to keep my balance. I start to jerk his cock and hear him exhale softly above me. He's paying attention to the road but he lets out a loud "Fuck!" as I bend over his lap and close my lips around the tip of his cock. "Karl!" He shouts again. Then a moan of pleasure as I slide his cock further into mouth, my tounge working its way around its girth. "Aww fuck... Bud, stop..." He moans between heavy breaths. "We're literally around the corner from the depot, bud!" He says pleadingly but the throbbing of his cock in my mouth tells me to keep going. I feel the truck take a left turn and then begin to slow. "Aww fuck! Stay down!" He says sternly and places one of his large hands on the back of my head, forcing me down further onto his cock. The head of his cock fills the back of my throat and I struggle not to gag. I hear his window come down and he leans slightly out. He keeps my face pressed down into his lap. "Uh, hey man!" He shouts out and I hear a distant response. I continue to work my tounge around his cock as best as I can, forced tightly down onto it. There's a quick exchange and then the window rolls up again. Ben's hand on the back of my head lifts and I pull up, gasping. "Sorry, bud!" I gasp for breath as long drops of saliva and precum fall from my mouth. I grab the base of his soaking wet cock in my hand and hungrily wrap my mouth around it again. I work my mouth up and down, matching the same motion with my hand. My tounge running back and forth, feeling every thick vein of his throbbing cock. "Fuck..." He mumbles, almost panicked. I'm relentless. Sucking and jerking his thick cock as he struggles to maintain composure.

I feel the truck slow and come to a full stop again. "Fuck, buddy!" He moans, grasping my head again. "I'm going to fucking cum!" This makes me even more eager. I pick up my pace, coaxing a load from him. A loud, breathy moan escapes Ben as he grips my hair tightly. Hot, thick ropes of cum slam into the back of my throat and I struggle to swallow. I feel Ben's belly push against the side of my head as he doubles over, bracing himself on the wheel. I savour every drop that escapes his pulsating cock and feel it spill a little from my mouth. Ben straightens up and tugs on my hair, pulling my head from his lap. His cock slaps out of my mouth, shining wet and dripping. He pulls my head back to look up at him and I feel a warm trickle of cum run down from my lips into the hair on my chin. Ben quickly glances out of the windows before leaning over, pulling me by my hair towards him, to meet my cum covered lips with his. His tounge pushes into my mouth and I caress it with my own. He pulls away slightly and runs his tounge up from my chin to my lower lip, lapping up the cum that escaped. He lets go of my hair and looks me in my eyes, breathing heavily. He gently slaps the side of my face and grins. I smirk back at him. "We need to clean up! Fast!"
 
Part 5

Ben's heavy breathing beats the back of my neck until he slowly calms himself. His semi-hard cock slips from between my cheeks as he pulls away to stand up. I roll backwards into the spot he was in and it's hot and slightly damp with sweat as I lay on my back. I feel my ass and lower back cling to the sheet as Ben's cum makes contact with it. Ben reaches over and clicks on the light. I shield my eyes with my arm and peek out from beneath it. Ben is standing at the edge of the bed. Cum drips from his tip, a long thick rope that eventually drops from his cock onto the floor. I look him over in all his glory. His cock is softening but still glistens with the cum that he forced up against me. He lifts the small towel from the cabinet and begins wiping it over his cock, balls and pubes. As he finishes I look up towards his face. A large cheeky smile stretchs across it as he looks back at me. His stare is soft and warm. Then the towel is thrown onto my face."Hey!" I shout, startled. As I lift it off I feel the bed sheets that are covering me be pulled away. "Fucking hell, bud!" Ben is staring down towards my cock. I look down and see for the first time the extent of the mess I made. Long, wet, streaks soak the sheets in large patches. My cock lays flaccid against my thigh, it's length glistening with the cum that wasn't soaked up. I let out a small chuckle."Yeah, sorry about that." Ben pulls the sheets from the bed. "Don't be sorry!" He says, sounding almost impressed. "Just surprised you haven't passed out from losing that much fluid." I stand up and wipe myself down with the towel as Ben strips off the remaining sheets. He pats down the mattress which is slightly damp too. "Well, I can change the sheets but we might still be a little wet tonight." He laughs. I'm a little embarrassed as I stand behind him and watch him change the bed. I'm staring at his hairy ass as he bends over and taking in his naked form when the realisation of what just happened kicks in and my mind floods with questions. Was that just a one off? Will we do that again? More, even? I shake my head a little as if to scatter these thoughts. I told myself before not to worry about. Just go with the flow and see what happens. Its worked out pretty well so far.

I regain my composure as Ben flops back onto the newly made bed and slides under the sheets. He folds back the corner nearest to me. "You coming back in?" I smile and nod. I flick off the light again as I climb into bed. Ben folds the sheets over my naked body. His hand slides from my shoulder, down my arm, and onto my waist. He pulls me slightly as he shuffles closer. His furry stomach makes contact with mine and our legs and feet meet. His face is close to mine and I feel the faint heat of his breath. I reach out a hand and place it lightly on his chest, nestled amongst the soft hair. I run my hand up to his neck and feel the bristles of his beard. Placing my palm on his cheek I stroke his face lightly with my thumb. I feel his hand on my lower back press into me, pulling our bodies tightly together. I gingerly move my face towards his. Soft breath caresses my lips as I lean in. The bristles of his moustache brush my upper lip as our mouths meet in a short, tender kiss. My heart pounds and my stomach spins. I slide my hand from his cheek onto the back of his head and gently pull his face to mine again. A firm, more forceful kiss quickly followed by our warm, wet tongues exploring one another.

My cock stiffens again between us. I'm almost laying on top of Ben, passionately kissing and grinding my cock against him when he slowly pulls away. "Bud..." He whispers softly. I open my eyes and can only just make out the outline of his face in the dark. "Maybe we should relax a bit. We've got a really early start tomorrow." I'm disappointed, but he's right. This is also the first time that anything has happened and maybe we shouldn't rush it. "Yeah..." I whisper back and slide my body back onto the bed. "...we should get some sleep." I roll onto my side with my back to Ben. "I mean, we've already ruined one set of sheets tonight." He chuckles behind me as he turns in the bed and throws his arm over my waist to spoon me. "True." He says, his hard cock pressing into my ass. "Besides..." His hand quickly slides down my stomach and he grasps the base of my cock in a tight grip. "...we can ruin these ones tomorrow."

I'm abruptly woken by the incessant beeping of Ben's alarm. Laying on my side facing the cabinet, I squint at his phone and go to reach for it when Ben sits up on his elbow and reaches his other large arm over my head. He fumbles with his phone and turns it off before pausing to read any notifications. I stare up into his sweaty armpit, blonde hair made dark from the night's sweat. A strong, musky smell floods my senses and my cock twitches in response. He drops his phone on the cabinet and looks down at me. He looks exhausted, as his thick, muscular mass looms over me. "So tired." He mumbles through a large yawn. I reach my arms up and wrap my hands around the back of his neck. I gently pull him towards me and meet his lips with mine. We share a few gentle kisses before he pulls away. He places his hand on my cheek and I watch his eyes move gently back and forth as he looks me over. He meets my gaze again and the corners of his eyes crease slightly as a soft smile spreads across his face. He leans in for a long, firm kiss before pulling away slightly and sighs "We need to get going, bud."

Ben rolls over me to the edge of the bed and stands up. His morning wood pointing upwards in that slight arc. He begins pulling on his clothes as I watch him from the bed. I reluctantly get up and rub my tired eyes. "Showers?" I ask expectantly. "Nah, not this morning." Ben replies. I'm disappointed. Some fun in the shower could have really woken me up. "If we get to the depot early, we can drop this load off and be back on the road sooner. We can always shower tonight if you want." I look down to my cock, pointing straight out. "Sorry big guy, looks like you're going to have to wait.". I pull on some clothes, forcing my cock into my jeans and slump into the passenger seat. "How long?" I ask with a yawn. "To get there? Less than an hour." Ben says as he starts the engine.

As we're driving I think about the night before. The images and thoughts of what happened flood my mind and I absentmindedly rub the bulge in my jeans as I stare out the window. "Could you stop that, please?" I awaken from my daydream and look over at Ben."What?" I ask, confused. "That!" He quickly glances towards me, pointing at my crotch where my hand is wrapped around my bulge. I laugh. "Sorry, is it distracting you?" I ask, not moving my hand. "Yes!" He fires back and readjusts his own crotch. I look down and there's a noticeable mound in his jeans. "Let me just sort it out then." I say cheekily, reaching down and unzipping my jeans. "Don't you dare pull your dick out!" He snaps. My hand has already squeezed inside my jeans and found the opening at the front of my briefs. "But I'll be really quick." I say as innocently as possible. My cock is solid and I struggle to get it out. I undo the button of my jeans and pull them down slightly to allow my bulge to spring out. I slide my hand under the waistband. "Karl!" Ben shouts. He rarely uses my name, it's always "bud" or "buddy". He sounds stern but rather than putting me off, it's turning me on. "You can't do that while I'm driving!" He's scolding me but I can see that he can't keep his eyes off me either. I stretch my briefs down and let my cock spring out. Long, hard, and straight, it bobs with the motion of the truck. I grip it with both hands and slowly jerk it up and down. I let out a soft moan. "Karl, seriously?! Someone is going to see you!" He complains. I shoot him a quizzical look. "We're like five feet taller than any other car on the road!" I chuckle. "Except maybe other trucks..." I shrug. He almost smirks but I can tell he's trying to hide it. "Just put your cock away!" He says, rubbing his head. "Ugh, fine!" I mutter with mock anger. I squeeze my cock back into my briefs and zip up my jeans. "Thank you." Ben says matter-of-factly. "Don't thank me yet." I say, unbuckling my seat belt.

I move into the space between our seats, a little offset by the gearstick. "Bud, what are you doing? Get back in your seat and put your belt on!" He stammers while keeping his eyes on the road but glancing briefly at me. I get down on my knees at his side and run my hand across his thigh and onto his firm bulge. "Karl, I'm driving!" He says sternly. I ignore him and unzip his shorts, reaching inside. My hand immediately makes contact with hot skin."Going commando?" I ask, looking up at his face. "This is dangerous, bud!" He says glancing back at me. I grip his cock and pull it towards the opening in his shorts, watching it spring out. The head of his thick, cut cock glistens with precum. I sway with the motion of the truck but easily manage to keep my balance. I start to jerk his cock and hear him exhale softly above me. He's paying attention to the road but he lets out a loud "Fuck!" as I bend over his lap and close my lips around the tip of his cock. "Karl!" He shouts again. Then a moan of pleasure as I slide his cock further into mouth, my tounge working its way around its girth. "Aww fuck... Bud, stop..." He moans between heavy breaths. "We're literally around the corner from the depot, bud!" He says pleadingly but the throbbing of his cock in my mouth tells me to keep going. I feel the truck take a left turn and then begin to slow. "Aww fuck! Stay down!" He says sternly and places one of his large hands on the back of my head, forcing me down further onto his cock. The head of his cock fills the back of my throat and I struggle not to gag. I hear his window come down and he leans slightly out. He keeps my face pressed down into his lap. "Uh, hey man!" He shouts out and I hear a distant response. I continue to work my tounge around his cock as best as I can, forced tightly down onto it. There's a quick exchange and then the window rolls up again. Ben's hand on the back of my head lifts and I pull up, gasping. "Sorry, bud!" I gasp for breath as long drops of saliva and precum fall from my mouth. I grab the base of his soaking wet cock in my hand and hungrily wrap my mouth around it again. I work my mouth up and down, matching the same motion with my hand. My tounge running back and forth, feeling every thick vein of his throbbing cock. "Fuck..." He mumbles, almost panicked. I'm relentless. Sucking and jerking his thick cock as he struggles to maintain composure.

I feel the truck slow and come to a full stop again. "Fuck, buddy!" He moans, grasping my head again. "I'm going to fucking cum!" This makes me even more eager. I pick up my pace, coaxing a load from him. A loud, breathy moan escapes Ben as he grips my hair tightly. Hot, thick ropes of cum slam into the back of my throat and I struggle to swallow. I feel Ben's belly push against the side of my head as he doubles over, bracing himself on the wheel. I savour every drop that escapes his pulsating cock and feel it spill a little from my mouth. Ben straightens up and tugs on my hair, pulling my head from his lap. His cock slaps out of my mouth, shining wet and dripping. He pulls my head back to look up at him and I feel a warm trickle of cum run down from my lips into the hair on my chin. Ben quickly glances out of the windows before leaning over, pulling me by my hair towards him, to meet my cum covered lips with his. His tounge pushes into my mouth and I caress it with my own. He pulls away slightly and runs his tounge up from my chin to my lower lip, lapping up the cum that escaped. He lets go of my hair and looks me in my eyes, breathing heavily. He gently slaps the side of my face and grins. I smirk back at him. "We need to clean up! Fast!"
Oh my god ! This story has became addicting can't f***ing wait for the next part :heart_eyes:
 
Part 5

Ben's heavy breathing beats the back of my neck until he slowly calms himself. His semi-hard cock slips from between my cheeks as he pulls away to stand up. I roll backwards into the spot he was in and it's hot and slightly damp with sweat as I lay on my back. I feel my ass and lower back cling to the sheet as Ben's cum makes contact with it. Ben reaches over and clicks on the light. I shield my eyes with my arm and peek out from beneath it. Ben is standing at the edge of the bed. Cum drips from his tip, a long thick rope that eventually drops from his cock onto the floor. I look him over in all his glory. His cock is softening but still glistens with the cum that he forced up against me. He lifts the small towel from the cabinet and begins wiping it over his cock, balls and pubes. As he finishes I look up towards his face. A large cheeky smile stretchs across it as he looks back at me. His stare is soft and warm. Then the towel is thrown onto my face."Hey!" I shout, startled. As I lift it off I feel the bed sheets that are covering me be pulled away. "Fucking hell, bud!" Ben is staring down towards my cock. I look down and see for the first time the extent of the mess I made. Long, wet, streaks soak the sheets in large patches. My cock lays flaccid against my thigh, it's length glistening with the cum that wasn't soaked up. I let out a small chuckle."Yeah, sorry about that." Ben pulls the sheets from the bed. "Don't be sorry!" He says, sounding almost impressed. "Just surprised you haven't passed out from losing that much fluid." I stand up and wipe myself down with the towel as Ben strips off the remaining sheets. He pats down the mattress which is slightly damp too. "Well, I can change the sheets but we might still be a little wet tonight." He laughs. I'm a little embarrassed as I stand behind him and watch him change the bed. I'm staring at his hairy ass as he bends over and taking in his naked form when the realisation of what just happened kicks in and my mind floods with questions. Was that just a one off? Will we do that again? More, even? I shake my head a little as if to scatter these thoughts. I told myself before not to worry about. Just go with the flow and see what happens. Its worked out pretty well so far.

I regain my composure as Ben flops back onto the newly made bed and slides under the sheets. He folds back the corner nearest to me. "You coming back in?" I smile and nod. I flick off the light again as I climb into bed. Ben folds the sheets over my naked body. His hand slides from my shoulder, down my arm, and onto my waist. He pulls me slightly as he shuffles closer. His furry stomach makes contact with mine and our legs and feet meet. His face is close to mine and I feel the faint heat of his breath. I reach out a hand and place it lightly on his chest, nestled amongst the soft hair. I run my hand up to his neck and feel the bristles of his beard. Placing my palm on his cheek I stroke his face lightly with my thumb. I feel his hand on my lower back press into me, pulling our bodies tightly together. I gingerly move my face towards his. Soft breath caresses my lips as I lean in. The bristles of his moustache brush my upper lip as our mouths meet in a short, tender kiss. My heart pounds and my stomach spins. I slide my hand from his cheek onto the back of his head and gently pull his face to mine again. A firm, more forceful kiss quickly followed by our warm, wet tongues exploring one another.

My cock stiffens again between us. I'm almost laying on top of Ben, passionately kissing and grinding my cock against him when he slowly pulls away. "Bud..." He whispers softly. I open my eyes and can only just make out the outline of his face in the dark. "Maybe we should relax a bit. We've got a really early start tomorrow." I'm disappointed, but he's right. This is also the first time that anything has happened and maybe we shouldn't rush it. "Yeah..." I whisper back and slide my body back onto the bed. "...we should get some sleep." I roll onto my side with my back to Ben. "I mean, we've already ruined one set of sheets tonight." He chuckles behind me as he turns in the bed and throws his arm over my waist to spoon me. "True." He says, his hard cock pressing into my ass. "Besides..." His hand quickly slides down my stomach and he grasps the base of my cock in a tight grip. "...we can ruin these ones tomorrow."

I'm abruptly woken by the incessant beeping of Ben's alarm. Laying on my side facing the cabinet, I squint at his phone and go to reach for it when Ben sits up on his elbow and reaches his other large arm over my head. He fumbles with his phone and turns it off before pausing to read any notifications. I stare up into his sweaty armpit, blonde hair made dark from the night's sweat. A strong, musky smell floods my senses and my cock twitches in response. He drops his phone on the cabinet and looks down at me. He looks exhausted, as his thick, muscular mass looms over me. "So tired." He mumbles through a large yawn. I reach my arms up and wrap my hands around the back of his neck. I gently pull him towards me and meet his lips with mine. We share a few gentle kisses before he pulls away. He places his hand on my cheek and I watch his eyes move gently back and forth as he looks me over. He meets my gaze again and the corners of his eyes crease slightly as a soft smile spreads across his face. He leans in for a long, firm kiss before pulling away slightly and sighs "We need to get going, bud."

Ben rolls over me to the edge of the bed and stands up. His morning wood pointing upwards in that slight arc. He begins pulling on his clothes as I watch him from the bed. I reluctantly get up and rub my tired eyes. "Showers?" I ask expectantly. "Nah, not this morning." Ben replies. I'm disappointed. Some fun in the shower could have really woken me up. "If we get to the depot early, we can drop this load off and be back on the road sooner. We can always shower tonight if you want." I look down to my cock, pointing straight out. "Sorry big guy, looks like you're going to have to wait.". I pull on some clothes, forcing my cock into my jeans and slump into the passenger seat. "How long?" I ask with a yawn. "To get there? Less than an hour." Ben says as he starts the engine.

As we're driving I think about the night before. The images and thoughts of what happened flood my mind and I absentmindedly rub the bulge in my jeans as I stare out the window. "Could you stop that, please?" I awaken from my daydream and look over at Ben."What?" I ask, confused. "That!" He quickly glances towards me, pointing at my crotch where my hand is wrapped around my bulge. I laugh. "Sorry, is it distracting you?" I ask, not moving my hand. "Yes!" He fires back and readjusts his own crotch. I look down and there's a noticeable mound in his jeans. "Let me just sort it out then." I say cheekily, reaching down and unzipping my jeans. "Don't you dare pull your dick out!" He snaps. My hand has already squeezed inside my jeans and found the opening at the front of my briefs. "But I'll be really quick." I say as innocently as possible. My cock is solid and I struggle to get it out. I undo the button of my jeans and pull them down slightly to allow my bulge to spring out. I slide my hand under the waistband. "Karl!" Ben shouts. He rarely uses my name, it's always "bud" or "buddy". He sounds stern but rather than putting me off, it's turning me on. "You can't do that while I'm driving!" He's scolding me but I can see that he can't keep his eyes off me either. I stretch my briefs down and let my cock spring out. Long, hard, and straight, it bobs with the motion of the truck. I grip it with both hands and slowly jerk it up and down. I let out a soft moan. "Karl, seriously?! Someone is going to see you!" He complains. I shoot him a quizzical look. "We're like five feet taller than any other car on the road!" I chuckle. "Except maybe other trucks..." I shrug. He almost smirks but I can tell he's trying to hide it. "Just put your cock away!" He says, rubbing his head. "Ugh, fine!" I mutter with mock anger. I squeeze my cock back into my briefs and zip up my jeans. "Thank you." Ben says matter-of-factly. "Don't thank me yet." I say, unbuckling my seat belt.

I move into the space between our seats, a little offset by the gearstick. "Bud, what are you doing? Get back in your seat and put your belt on!" He stammers while keeping his eyes on the road but glancing briefly at me. I get down on my knees at his side and run my hand across his thigh and onto his firm bulge. "Karl, I'm driving!" He says sternly. I ignore him and unzip his shorts, reaching inside. My hand immediately makes contact with hot skin."Going commando?" I ask, looking up at his face. "This is dangerous, bud!" He says glancing back at me. I grip his cock and pull it towards the opening in his shorts, watching it spring out. The head of his thick, cut cock glistens with precum. I sway with the motion of the truck but easily manage to keep my balance. I start to jerk his cock and hear him exhale softly above me. He's paying attention to the road but he lets out a loud "Fuck!" as I bend over his lap and close my lips around the tip of his cock. "Karl!" He shouts again. Then a moan of pleasure as I slide his cock further into mouth, my tounge working its way around its girth. "Aww fuck... Bud, stop..." He moans between heavy breaths. "We're literally around the corner from the depot, bud!" He says pleadingly but the throbbing of his cock in my mouth tells me to keep going. I feel the truck take a left turn and then begin to slow. "Aww fuck! Stay down!" He says sternly and places one of his large hands on the back of my head, forcing me down further onto his cock. The head of his cock fills the back of my throat and I struggle not to gag. I hear his window come down and he leans slightly out. He keeps my face pressed down into his lap. "Uh, hey man!" He shouts out and I hear a distant response. I continue to work my tounge around his cock as best as I can, forced tightly down onto it. There's a quick exchange and then the window rolls up again. Ben's hand on the back of my head lifts and I pull up, gasping. "Sorry, bud!" I gasp for breath as long drops of saliva and precum fall from my mouth. I grab the base of his soaking wet cock in my hand and hungrily wrap my mouth around it again. I work my mouth up and down, matching the same motion with my hand. My tounge running back and forth, feeling every thick vein of his throbbing cock. "Fuck..." He mumbles, almost panicked. I'm relentless. Sucking and jerking his thick cock as he struggles to maintain composure.

I feel the truck slow and come to a full stop again. "Fuck, buddy!" He moans, grasping my head again. "I'm going to fucking cum!" This makes me even more eager. I pick up my pace, coaxing a load from him. A loud, breathy moan escapes Ben as he grips my hair tightly. Hot, thick ropes of cum slam into the back of my throat and I struggle to swallow. I feel Ben's belly push against the side of my head as he doubles over, bracing himself on the wheel. I savour every drop that escapes his pulsating cock and feel it spill a little from my mouth. Ben straightens up and tugs on my hair, pulling my head from his lap. His cock slaps out of my mouth, shining wet and dripping. He pulls my head back to look up at him and I feel a warm trickle of cum run down from my lips into the hair on my chin. Ben quickly glances out of the windows before leaning over, pulling me by my hair towards him, to meet my cum covered lips with his. His tounge pushes into my mouth and I caress it with my own. He pulls away slightly and runs his tounge up from my chin to my lower lip, lapping up the cum that escaped. He lets go of my hair and looks me in my eyes, breathing heavily. He gently slaps the side of my face and grins. I smirk back at him. "We need to clean up! Fast!"
This is the best erotic story I’ve ever read on this site. It reads like a real event (which makes it so much hotter) and not just some porn fantasy.
 
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Part 5

Ben's heavy breathing beats the back of my neck until he slowly calms himself. His semi-hard cock slips from between my cheeks as he pulls away to stand up. I roll backwards into the spot he was in and it's hot and slightly damp with sweat as I lay on my back. I feel my ass and lower back cling to the sheet as Ben's cum makes contact with it. Ben reaches over and clicks on the light. I shield my eyes with my arm and peek out from beneath it. Ben is standing at the edge of the bed. Cum drips from his tip, a long thick rope that eventually drops from his cock onto the floor. I look him over in all his glory. His cock is softening but still glistens with the cum that he forced up against me. He lifts the small towel from the cabinet and begins wiping it over his cock, balls and pubes. As he finishes I look up towards his face. A large cheeky smile stretchs across it as he looks back at me. His stare is soft and warm. Then the towel is thrown onto my face."Hey!" I shout, startled. As I lift it off I feel the bed sheets that are covering me be pulled away. "Fucking hell, bud!" Ben is staring down towards my cock. I look down and see for the first time the extent of the mess I made. Long, wet, streaks soak the sheets in large patches. My cock lays flaccid against my thigh, it's length glistening with the cum that wasn't soaked up. I let out a small chuckle."Yeah, sorry about that." Ben pulls the sheets from the bed. "Don't be sorry!" He says, sounding almost impressed. "Just surprised you haven't passed out from losing that much fluid." I stand up and wipe myself down with the towel as Ben strips off the remaining sheets. He pats down the mattress which is slightly damp too. "Well, I can change the sheets but we might still be a little wet tonight." He laughs. I'm a little embarrassed as I stand behind him and watch him change the bed. I'm staring at his hairy ass as he bends over and taking in his naked form when the realisation of what just happened kicks in and my mind floods with questions. Was that just a one off? Will we do that again? More, even? I shake my head a little as if to scatter these thoughts. I told myself before not to worry about. Just go with the flow and see what happens. Its worked out pretty well so far.

I regain my composure as Ben flops back onto the newly made bed and slides under the sheets. He folds back the corner nearest to me. "You coming back in?" I smile and nod. I flick off the light again as I climb into bed. Ben folds the sheets over my naked body. His hand slides from my shoulder, down my arm, and onto my waist. He pulls me slightly as he shuffles closer. His furry stomach makes contact with mine and our legs and feet meet. His face is close to mine and I feel the faint heat of his breath. I reach out a hand and place it lightly on his chest, nestled amongst the soft hair. I run my hand up to his neck and feel the bristles of his beard. Placing my palm on his cheek I stroke his face lightly with my thumb. I feel his hand on my lower back press into me, pulling our bodies tightly together. I gingerly move my face towards his. Soft breath caresses my lips as I lean in. The bristles of his moustache brush my upper lip as our mouths meet in a short, tender kiss. My heart pounds and my stomach spins. I slide my hand from his cheek onto the back of his head and gently pull his face to mine again. A firm, more forceful kiss quickly followed by our warm, wet tongues exploring one another.

My cock stiffens again between us. I'm almost laying on top of Ben, passionately kissing and grinding my cock against him when he slowly pulls away. "Bud..." He whispers softly. I open my eyes and can only just make out the outline of his face in the dark. "Maybe we should relax a bit. We've got a really early start tomorrow." I'm disappointed, but he's right. This is also the first time that anything has happened and maybe we shouldn't rush it. "Yeah..." I whisper back and slide my body back onto the bed. "...we should get some sleep." I roll onto my side with my back to Ben. "I mean, we've already ruined one set of sheets tonight." He chuckles behind me as he turns in the bed and throws his arm over my waist to spoon me. "True." He says, his hard cock pressing into my ass. "Besides..." His hand quickly slides down my stomach and he grasps the base of my cock in a tight grip. "...we can ruin these ones tomorrow."

I'm abruptly woken by the incessant beeping of Ben's alarm. Laying on my side facing the cabinet, I squint at his phone and go to reach for it when Ben sits up on his elbow and reaches his other large arm over my head. He fumbles with his phone and turns it off before pausing to read any notifications. I stare up into his sweaty armpit, blonde hair made dark from the night's sweat. A strong, musky smell floods my senses and my cock twitches in response. He drops his phone on the cabinet and looks down at me. He looks exhausted, as his thick, muscular mass looms over me. "So tired." He mumbles through a large yawn. I reach my arms up and wrap my hands around the back of his neck. I gently pull him towards me and meet his lips with mine. We share a few gentle kisses before he pulls away. He places his hand on my cheek and I watch his eyes move gently back and forth as he looks me over. He meets my gaze again and the corners of his eyes crease slightly as a soft smile spreads across his face. He leans in for a long, firm kiss before pulling away slightly and sighs "We need to get going, bud."

Ben rolls over me to the edge of the bed and stands up. His morning wood pointing upwards in that slight arc. He begins pulling on his clothes as I watch him from the bed. I reluctantly get up and rub my tired eyes. "Showers?" I ask expectantly. "Nah, not this morning." Ben replies. I'm disappointed. Some fun in the shower could have really woken me up. "If we get to the depot early, we can drop this load off and be back on the road sooner. We can always shower tonight if you want." I look down to my cock, pointing straight out. "Sorry big guy, looks like you're going to have to wait.". I pull on some clothes, forcing my cock into my jeans and slump into the passenger seat. "How long?" I ask with a yawn. "To get there? Less than an hour." Ben says as he starts the engine.

As we're driving I think about the night before. The images and thoughts of what happened flood my mind and I absentmindedly rub the bulge in my jeans as I stare out the window. "Could you stop that, please?" I awaken from my daydream and look over at Ben."What?" I ask, confused. "That!" He quickly glances towards me, pointing at my crotch where my hand is wrapped around my bulge. I laugh. "Sorry, is it distracting you?" I ask, not moving my hand. "Yes!" He fires back and readjusts his own crotch. I look down and there's a noticeable mound in his jeans. "Let me just sort it out then." I say cheekily, reaching down and unzipping my jeans. "Don't you dare pull your dick out!" He snaps. My hand has already squeezed inside my jeans and found the opening at the front of my briefs. "But I'll be really quick." I say as innocently as possible. My cock is solid and I struggle to get it out. I undo the button of my jeans and pull them down slightly to allow my bulge to spring out. I slide my hand under the waistband. "Karl!" Ben shouts. He rarely uses my name, it's always "bud" or "buddy". He sounds stern but rather than putting me off, it's turning me on. "You can't do that while I'm driving!" He's scolding me but I can see that he can't keep his eyes off me either. I stretch my briefs down and let my cock spring out. Long, hard, and straight, it bobs with the motion of the truck. I grip it with both hands and slowly jerk it up and down. I let out a soft moan. "Karl, seriously?! Someone is going to see you!" He complains. I shoot him a quizzical look. "We're like five feet taller than any other car on the road!" I chuckle. "Except maybe other trucks..." I shrug. He almost smirks but I can tell he's trying to hide it. "Just put your cock away!" He says, rubbing his head. "Ugh, fine!" I mutter with mock anger. I squeeze my cock back into my briefs and zip up my jeans. "Thank you." Ben says matter-of-factly. "Don't thank me yet." I say, unbuckling my seat belt.

I move into the space between our seats, a little offset by the gearstick. "Bud, what are you doing? Get back in your seat and put your belt on!" He stammers while keeping his eyes on the road but glancing briefly at me. I get down on my knees at his side and run my hand across his thigh and onto his firm bulge. "Karl, I'm driving!" He says sternly. I ignore him and unzip his shorts, reaching inside. My hand immediately makes contact with hot skin."Going commando?" I ask, looking up at his face. "This is dangerous, bud!" He says glancing back at me. I grip his cock and pull it towards the opening in his shorts, watching it spring out. The head of his thick, cut cock glistens with precum. I sway with the motion of the truck but easily manage to keep my balance. I start to jerk his cock and hear him exhale softly above me. He's paying attention to the road but he lets out a loud "Fuck!" as I bend over his lap and close my lips around the tip of his cock. "Karl!" He shouts again. Then a moan of pleasure as I slide his cock further into mouth, my tounge working its way around its girth. "Aww fuck... Bud, stop..." He moans between heavy breaths. "We're literally around the corner from the depot, bud!" He says pleadingly but the throbbing of his cock in my mouth tells me to keep going. I feel the truck take a left turn and then begin to slow. "Aww fuck! Stay down!" He says sternly and places one of his large hands on the back of my head, forcing me down further onto his cock. The head of his cock fills the back of my throat and I struggle not to gag. I hear his window come down and he leans slightly out. He keeps my face pressed down into his lap. "Uh, hey man!" He shouts out and I hear a distant response. I continue to work my tounge around his cock as best as I can, forced tightly down onto it. There's a quick exchange and then the window rolls up again. Ben's hand on the back of my head lifts and I pull up, gasping. "Sorry, bud!" I gasp for breath as long drops of saliva and precum fall from my mouth. I grab the base of his soaking wet cock in my hand and hungrily wrap my mouth around it again. I work my mouth up and down, matching the same motion with my hand. My tounge running back and forth, feeling every thick vein of his throbbing cock. "Fuck..." He mumbles, almost panicked. I'm relentless. Sucking and jerking his thick cock as he struggles to maintain composure.

I feel the truck slow and come to a full stop again. "Fuck, buddy!" He moans, grasping my head again. "I'm going to fucking cum!" This makes me even more eager. I pick up my pace, coaxing a load from him. A loud, breathy moan escapes Ben as he grips my hair tightly. Hot, thick ropes of cum slam into the back of my throat and I struggle to swallow. I feel Ben's belly push against the side of my head as he doubles over, bracing himself on the wheel. I savour every drop that escapes his pulsating cock and feel it spill a little from my mouth. Ben straightens up and tugs on my hair, pulling my head from his lap. His cock slaps out of my mouth, shining wet and dripping. He pulls my head back to look up at him and I feel a warm trickle of cum run down from my lips into the hair on my chin. Ben quickly glances out of the windows before leaning over, pulling me by my hair towards him, to meet my cum covered lips with his. His tounge pushes into my mouth and I caress it with my own. He pulls away slightly and runs his tounge up from my chin to my lower lip, lapping up the cum that escaped. He lets go of my hair and looks me in my eyes, breathing heavily. He gently slaps the side of my face and grins. I smirk back at him. "We need to clean up! Fast!"
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