Everyone cheered as they entered the locker room. Spirits were high as the team had just won the swim meet, with team captain Brad being the MVP this day. The energy levels remained heightened as everyone showered and got dressed. The win called for a celebration, and the boys were planning to have a big night out.
However, as the team boarded their shuttle, Brad head towards his car. This swim meet was out of town, roughly a three hour drive, and so they had to travel. Normally, Brad would have gone with his team in their university's shuttle bus, but today he decided to go separately.
He told the team and their coaches that he had a family event that night which he couldn't miss, so he would be bringing his own car. The truth was, there was no family thing. Brad was leaving early on his own to meet up with Sam (from chapter 1).
It had been two weeks since their hookup at the seedy motel. Brad asked Sam to hook up again just two days after, but the older man was not available to meet him. Not because he didn't want to, but because he was physically incapable of it.
Despite his old age and terrible physical condition, Sam fucked Brad like a madman. The sex was amazing, but at a cost. Sam pushed his body way beyond its limits and so he had to deal with the consequences. His back and knees were pretty fucked after their tryst, causing him a lot of pain. It was definitely worth it for Sam, but unfortunately, it meant he couldn't fuck Brad again until now.
Brad felt bad for Sam, but it also turned him on that he got fucked so hard by an old man that it left him bedridden. Although, now that Sam had recovered, he was more than eager to be able to meet up. He wasn't sex deprived the past two weeks by any means, and had been getting laid, but his experience with Sam was particularly hot and he really wanted to be used by him again, so he opted to ditch the team and celebrate their victory in a different way.
As the young athlete drove down the freeway with a boner in his shorts from the thought of being fucked by Sam again, he received a voice message from the man, explaining and apologizing. A good friend of his just had a heart attack and he was going to visit him in the hospital. This meant that he would not be able to meet Brad. The college hunk was really let down since he was looking forward to servicing Sam again, but he couldn't hold it against the man since he did have a good reason for why he had to cancel.
While he wasn't mad that Sam called for a rain check, the cancellation caused his libido and horniness to fly out the window, and so the fatigue from the swim meet crept in. Brad was now wishing he was on the bus with his friends instead of on this long drive alone, tired as fuck.
He knew that he would be tired after the meet, but his horniness would have given him the energy he needed for an excellent fuck with Sam. However, now that is wasn't happening and his lust had subsided, it was like he ran out of fuel. So, tired and disappointed, Brad checked his GPS for a rest stop and found a gas station with a diner coming up.
Upon arriving, Brad noticed the place was very run down and sketchy. He normally wouldn't stop at a place like this, but he was very tired and hungry, so it would have to do. After all, he bent over for dirty old men, why should he pass over a dirty old diner.
Brad sat at the counter and was approached by a pleasant looking waitress named Chrissy, as per her name tag.
"What can I get for you handsome?" She asked.
"I'm just looking for something light to get me by on my drive. Any suggestions?" Brad answered.
"Well, we serve a mean grilled cheese sandwich."
"Okay, sure. Let's go with that," he said with a smile.
The waitress couldn't help but blush. Brad had that effect on people.
"Coming right up! By the way, got any major food allergies?" Chrissy asked.
"Nope. All good," Brad replied.
"Alright. I'll be back when your sandwich is ready," she said, while tucking her hair behind her ear and giving Brad a shy smile, before walking back into the kitchen.
Chrissy was pretty hot, Brad thought. He imagined his teammates would be trying to hit on her if they were here with him. She wasn't his type though. First of all, she was a girl, and second, she was very conventionally attractive. Brad's interests, we know, skew very differently from that.
Brad tried scrolling through his social media feed while waiting for his order, but the signal was really bad, so his mobile data struggled to load anything. He looked around trying to find a magazine or newspaper to read, which is when he saw the man sitting at the other end of the counter.
The man was wearing a red, sleeveless flannel shirt that he had open, with a white tank top underneath, faded jeans, brown work boots and a cap. If Brad had to guess based on his outfit, he would say the man was a trucker, and he would be right. Of course, him being the only other person in the diner helped Brad come to that conclusion since there was an 18-wheeler semitruck parked outside.
He was tall, probably around 6'2 or 6'3 compared to Brad's 6'0. His body was also very big, though he wasn't sure if this was muscle or fat. He also had a huge gut that seemed to be hard, as opposed to soft and flabby. Despite the cap, Brad could tell he was bald. However, he did have a full beard that was salt and pepper. His face was ugly, and there was something about it that looked very mean, but Brad couldn't quite pinpoint what it was exactly.
Brad realized that he must have been staring at the man because he gave him a ghoulish smile and a wink. Brad immediately turned his gaze away from the man and just looked down at his phone, and saw the outline of his now hard dick through his jeans.
Just then, Chrissy came with his sandwich. He was so thankful for her timing because it saved him from the awkward situation with the man. He would definitely be leaving her a good tip.
Brad minded his own business as he ate his sandwich, never looking back at the trucker. Although, he could sort of see from his peripheral vision that the man had his eyes on him the entire time.
Did this mean that the trucker was gay too? Or at the very least, interested in him? For as many times as Brad had hooked up with dirty old men, it had always been through apps. He's never picked up, or been picked up, by a guy in person, let alone a big, scary looking trucker in a gas station diner away from civilization. Brad was nervous, but also really fucking horny for this man. However, he wasn't sure how to get things rolling.
He finished his food quickly and billed out. He paid, making sure to leave Chrissy a big tip. He was about to walk out the diner when he got an idea. He turned around and asked Chrissy where the restroom was.
"It's just out back, behind the diner," she said, and waved him goodbye.
As he moved to the exit, he made sure to try and get some quick eye contact with the trucker. He wasn't sure if the trucker caught his glance, but he was too shy to try anything else. He left the diner and head for the bathroom.
Brad was peeing in the urinal when he heard footsteps coming in. The trucker from the diner entered and positioned himself in the urinal right beside Brad despite there being a bunch of other ones that were free. He unzipped and started pissing.
The athlete noticed the trucker was staring at his dick, so he returned the look, checking out his member. It was long, probably nine inches, and really girthy. He also had a thick salt and pepper bush that matched his beard. He was so turned on by this man, but still couldn't find the courage to make a move, and went back to finishing his business.
When Brad was done, he zipped up and went to the sink to wash his hands. Just as he had finished, the trucker walked up, standing right behind him. He just stood there, staring at Brad in the mirror. The boy wasn't sure what to do or what to say. But before he could come up with something, the man grabbed his hair and tilted his head, exposing his neck, and then licked it from the bottom all the way to his jaw.
The sensation and the surprise made chills go down Brad's spine. He'd never hooked up with a stranger he met in person, nor had he done anything in a public space before. He was still extremely nervous, but it was giving him a thrill, which his dick responded to, instantly becoming rock hard.
The trucker then tilted Brad's head to face upwards so he had access to his mouth, which he attacked with his own, quickly pushing his tongue in and exploring. Brad was practically frozen, unable to do anything other than moan into the truckers mouth as his face was being devoured.
Brad was really enjoying the kiss, despite how sudden this all was. Then, the man grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him hard against the wall. He kissed Brad again, sliding his tongue back like he was claiming it as his territory.
The man was grinding into Brad's crotch roughly, their dicks rubbing against each other, fighting to escape their denim prisons. Brad squeezed the man's back, pulling him in as close as he good, trying to get the most out of him and this kiss, when suddenly they heard voices and footsteps.
Brad and the trucker managed to break off their kiss and pretend nothing was happening just in time, as two new men made their way into the bathroom to make use of the urinals. The young stud and the older stepped out of the bathroom, not wanting to attract any attention from the new arrivals.
"Come with me," the man said.
"To where?"
"To my truck. We can continue where we left off. "
"I dunno, man. I kinda got spooked by those guys almost catching us. I don't think I wanna do this right now," Brad explained.
The man grabbed his crotch with enough force to give Brad a little jump.
"Your dick says otherwise."
The trucker moved in closer, close enough that their lips were almost touching.
"Are you coming? I'm not gonna ask a third time," the trucker said, still holding his crotch.
Brad was panicking. Almost being caught in the bathroom really shook him, and the trucker was starting to scare him, but his lust was beginning to take over. His brain and heart were telling him to leave, but his dick kept him tethered to the trucker, in more ways than one.
"Okay," Brad mumbled.
The man grinned. "Follow me," and he him to his truck, still holding on to Brad's dick.
They got into the cab of the truck and the young stud took a seat. It was more spacious than he expected, but still was very cramp. He started preparing himself mentally for an uncomfortable ride, when the man pulled open the curtain at the back of the cab, revealing an even larger space inside, complete with a bed.
"Wow! I had no idea trucks had this much space in the cabs, let alone a bed," the boy blurted out.
"Well of course. How else am I supposed to fuck pieces of meat like you? Although I gotta say, I've never gotten a hold of anyone remotely as hot as you...uh...what's your name again?" The trucker said.
"We haven't exchanged names yet. It's," Brad started, but hesitated. He'd always given his name, his first name at least, but for some reason this man worried him. But his eyes lingered on the man's crotch, which was extremely bulging, and he blurted out his name. "Brad. I'm Brad. How about you?"
"Name's Chuck, but you'll be calling me Daddy tonight," the trucker answered in a dominant tone that made Brad gulp his saliva, then grabbed him and threw him down on to the bed, before jumping on top of him, effectively pinning the boy down.
The air left Brad's lungs under the sudden weight of Chuck. Before he could even get a proper breath in, his mouth was covered by Chuck's, smothering him with a wet kiss and his tongue snaking it's way in and around. Chuck grinded on Brad as his oral assault persisted.
Brad sort of squirmed under Chuck. The weight of the man, along with the grinding and the attack on his mouth made it so that Brad could barely catch his breath. For a second, he thought he might pass out from suffocation, but he tried to hold on as best he could.
Chuck seemed to be very experienced at dominating, because he could tell exactly when Brad had reached his limit, and gave him some reprieve by breaking the kiss. Once he saw the boy had caught his breath, he squeezed his cheeks, forcing his mouth open, then spat into it.
"You like that boy?" Chuck asked.
He didn't though. Brad was up for guys spitting in his mouth, in fact he enjoyed it, but Chuck's spit was nasty. The man had terrible oral hygiene. His teeth were dark yellow and covered with thick cigarette stains. His breath was really bad, and it was obvious he had not brushed his teeth recently. Then there was the actual saliva, which was thick, viscous and bubbly, and tasted like old food, beer and cigarettes.
Chuck didn't even give Brad a chance to answer though, as he quickly spat into his mouth again, and again, and again, despite Brad's face showing his disgust at what was happening. When his mouth was full of spit, Chuck stuck his index and middle fingers in and started fucking it. The finger fucking caused the pool of spit in his mouth to bubble up and spill out the sides, dropping down his cheeks and chin, only stopping when Brad gagged.
"What a fucking little slut," he told the boy before going back in for more of the hot youth's mouth with his own.
As gross as the spitting was, Brad reveled in the kiss. He was enjoying how assertive and dominant Chuck was in devouring his mouth. Whenever his tongue invaded, Brad's dick would start leaking precum, and he was precumming a lot right now. He started making love to the tongue in his mouth, rubbing and sliding his own against it, until he finally just started straight up sucking on it.
He could tell that Chuck was enjoying the attention he was giving to his tongue because he started grinding on his crotch again and even started growling a bit into his mouth. Brad then felt his big, rough hands begin to crawl up under his shirt. It traced along his tight abs, then slowly went up to squeeze his juicy pecs. Then suddenly, Chuck pinched his nipples, causing him to throw his head back and yelp, breaking their kiss.
Not a second later, Chuck was back to kissing him. Brad resumed making love to his tongue which was already back in his mouth, but it was more difficult this time. Chuck kept pinching and tweaking his nipples, which felt really good, but also hurt quite a bit. This continued rough attention to his nipples made Brad moan constantly as he made out with Chuck.
A few minutes later, Chuck broke the kiss, so Brad opened his eyes to see what was up. He saw Chuck's face just hovering, staring down at him, so Brad closed his eyes again and stuck his tongue out. He was like this for a few seconds, but nothing happened. So he looked up at Chuck again, who was still just looking down at him, this time with a very evil grin on his face.
"Wha...what are you doing?" Brad questioned him.
"What I am doing? What are YOU doing? You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue just now. What's that about?" The trucker replied.
"Oh. I thought you were gonna, you know...spit in my mouth."
"You thought I was gonna spit in you mouth, or you wanted me to spit in your mouth?" Chuck said slyly, knowing he had Brad wrapped around his finger.
"Fuck!" Brad thought to himself. Chuck was right. Even though he was utterly disgusted at the taste and feeling of Chuck's saliva, he had opened his mouth for the man. He wanted Chuck to spit in his mouth, he wanted it so badly.
Brad blushed, turning his face into almost the shade of a tomato. "Yes."
"Yes what? I don't know what you're talking about," said Chuck.
"Yes, I want it."
"Want what? You have to be more specific. I'm not a fucking psychic, boy."
"Your spit."
"I see. Well, it doesn't sound like you really want it. I saw how grossed out you were when I did it awhile ago. It's probably best that I don't do that again." Chuck teased.
"NO! Please Daddy, I want it. Please spit in my mouth," Brad pleaded. As he heard the words leave his mouth, and the tone with which he said it, shame overcame him. He couldn't believe he was begging for this trucker's vile spit.
"I knew you'd come around. Open wide, boy," Chuck commanded.
Brad did as told and opened his mouth, eagerly awaiting what he begged for. Chuck then spat into it and Brad swallowed it without hesitation. The second the spit slid down his throat, Brad already wanted more. It tasted as bad as before, but it no longer mattered to him. It actually turned him on even more that he was so hungry for something so nasty.
He felt so dirty and degraded for wanting it. But, as we know of Brad, these kinds of feelings are what fueled his lust and pleasure. The more depraved and disgusting he felt, the hornier he got.
Chuck continued to spit into Brad's mouth until he'd run dry. He looked down at the stud, his face red with the heat of the moment, tongue practically dangling out the side of his mouth, and spit splattered all over. It was the hottest thing Chuck had ever seen. So hot, that he was getting much closer to orgasm than he would like, so he decided to chill for a bit.
He sat against the wall and told Brad to stand up. The boy followed, still in awe that the cab was spacious enough for him to stand up straight.
"Get naked boy. Show me what's under those clothes," Chuck barked.
Brad eagerly complied, slowly lifting his shirt off, revealing his insanely sexy body, followed by his pants and underwear, which exposed his rock hard dick and perfectly muscular bubble butt.
He saw Chuck freeze and his eyes go wide with awe. This was a moment in his encounters that he reveled in. He loved revealing his body and seeing the utter bliss in the faces of the men, knowing they were gonna get to fuck the perfect specimen that was himself despite how grotesque they looked. Sure, they had seen his body in pictures, but it hits differently in person, when it's the real deal and actually happening.
Chuck was extremely dominant and had Brad wrapped around his finger since the moment he saw the trucker, but he was no different. Even though Brad was now his plaything, the young stud saw in his face the same "Holy shit! I can't believe I'm actually actually gonna get to fuck this boy" look that everyone else had when they finally saw him naked in person.
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However, as the team boarded their shuttle, Brad head towards his car. This swim meet was out of town, roughly a three hour drive, and so they had to travel. Normally, Brad would have gone with his team in their university's shuttle bus, but today he decided to go separately.
He told the team and their coaches that he had a family event that night which he couldn't miss, so he would be bringing his own car. The truth was, there was no family thing. Brad was leaving early on his own to meet up with Sam (from chapter 1).
It had been two weeks since their hookup at the seedy motel. Brad asked Sam to hook up again just two days after, but the older man was not available to meet him. Not because he didn't want to, but because he was physically incapable of it.
Despite his old age and terrible physical condition, Sam fucked Brad like a madman. The sex was amazing, but at a cost. Sam pushed his body way beyond its limits and so he had to deal with the consequences. His back and knees were pretty fucked after their tryst, causing him a lot of pain. It was definitely worth it for Sam, but unfortunately, it meant he couldn't fuck Brad again until now.
Brad felt bad for Sam, but it also turned him on that he got fucked so hard by an old man that it left him bedridden. Although, now that Sam had recovered, he was more than eager to be able to meet up. He wasn't sex deprived the past two weeks by any means, and had been getting laid, but his experience with Sam was particularly hot and he really wanted to be used by him again, so he opted to ditch the team and celebrate their victory in a different way.
As the young athlete drove down the freeway with a boner in his shorts from the thought of being fucked by Sam again, he received a voice message from the man, explaining and apologizing. A good friend of his just had a heart attack and he was going to visit him in the hospital. This meant that he would not be able to meet Brad. The college hunk was really let down since he was looking forward to servicing Sam again, but he couldn't hold it against the man since he did have a good reason for why he had to cancel.
While he wasn't mad that Sam called for a rain check, the cancellation caused his libido and horniness to fly out the window, and so the fatigue from the swim meet crept in. Brad was now wishing he was on the bus with his friends instead of on this long drive alone, tired as fuck.
He knew that he would be tired after the meet, but his horniness would have given him the energy he needed for an excellent fuck with Sam. However, now that is wasn't happening and his lust had subsided, it was like he ran out of fuel. So, tired and disappointed, Brad checked his GPS for a rest stop and found a gas station with a diner coming up.
Upon arriving, Brad noticed the place was very run down and sketchy. He normally wouldn't stop at a place like this, but he was very tired and hungry, so it would have to do. After all, he bent over for dirty old men, why should he pass over a dirty old diner.
Brad sat at the counter and was approached by a pleasant looking waitress named Chrissy, as per her name tag.
"What can I get for you handsome?" She asked.
"I'm just looking for something light to get me by on my drive. Any suggestions?" Brad answered.
"Well, we serve a mean grilled cheese sandwich."
"Okay, sure. Let's go with that," he said with a smile.
The waitress couldn't help but blush. Brad had that effect on people.
"Coming right up! By the way, got any major food allergies?" Chrissy asked.
"Nope. All good," Brad replied.
"Alright. I'll be back when your sandwich is ready," she said, while tucking her hair behind her ear and giving Brad a shy smile, before walking back into the kitchen.
Chrissy was pretty hot, Brad thought. He imagined his teammates would be trying to hit on her if they were here with him. She wasn't his type though. First of all, she was a girl, and second, she was very conventionally attractive. Brad's interests, we know, skew very differently from that.
Brad tried scrolling through his social media feed while waiting for his order, but the signal was really bad, so his mobile data struggled to load anything. He looked around trying to find a magazine or newspaper to read, which is when he saw the man sitting at the other end of the counter.
The man was wearing a red, sleeveless flannel shirt that he had open, with a white tank top underneath, faded jeans, brown work boots and a cap. If Brad had to guess based on his outfit, he would say the man was a trucker, and he would be right. Of course, him being the only other person in the diner helped Brad come to that conclusion since there was an 18-wheeler semitruck parked outside.
He was tall, probably around 6'2 or 6'3 compared to Brad's 6'0. His body was also very big, though he wasn't sure if this was muscle or fat. He also had a huge gut that seemed to be hard, as opposed to soft and flabby. Despite the cap, Brad could tell he was bald. However, he did have a full beard that was salt and pepper. His face was ugly, and there was something about it that looked very mean, but Brad couldn't quite pinpoint what it was exactly.
Brad realized that he must have been staring at the man because he gave him a ghoulish smile and a wink. Brad immediately turned his gaze away from the man and just looked down at his phone, and saw the outline of his now hard dick through his jeans.
Just then, Chrissy came with his sandwich. He was so thankful for her timing because it saved him from the awkward situation with the man. He would definitely be leaving her a good tip.
Brad minded his own business as he ate his sandwich, never looking back at the trucker. Although, he could sort of see from his peripheral vision that the man had his eyes on him the entire time.
Did this mean that the trucker was gay too? Or at the very least, interested in him? For as many times as Brad had hooked up with dirty old men, it had always been through apps. He's never picked up, or been picked up, by a guy in person, let alone a big, scary looking trucker in a gas station diner away from civilization. Brad was nervous, but also really fucking horny for this man. However, he wasn't sure how to get things rolling.
He finished his food quickly and billed out. He paid, making sure to leave Chrissy a big tip. He was about to walk out the diner when he got an idea. He turned around and asked Chrissy where the restroom was.
"It's just out back, behind the diner," she said, and waved him goodbye.
As he moved to the exit, he made sure to try and get some quick eye contact with the trucker. He wasn't sure if the trucker caught his glance, but he was too shy to try anything else. He left the diner and head for the bathroom.
Brad was peeing in the urinal when he heard footsteps coming in. The trucker from the diner entered and positioned himself in the urinal right beside Brad despite there being a bunch of other ones that were free. He unzipped and started pissing.
The athlete noticed the trucker was staring at his dick, so he returned the look, checking out his member. It was long, probably nine inches, and really girthy. He also had a thick salt and pepper bush that matched his beard. He was so turned on by this man, but still couldn't find the courage to make a move, and went back to finishing his business.
When Brad was done, he zipped up and went to the sink to wash his hands. Just as he had finished, the trucker walked up, standing right behind him. He just stood there, staring at Brad in the mirror. The boy wasn't sure what to do or what to say. But before he could come up with something, the man grabbed his hair and tilted his head, exposing his neck, and then licked it from the bottom all the way to his jaw.
The sensation and the surprise made chills go down Brad's spine. He'd never hooked up with a stranger he met in person, nor had he done anything in a public space before. He was still extremely nervous, but it was giving him a thrill, which his dick responded to, instantly becoming rock hard.
The trucker then tilted Brad's head to face upwards so he had access to his mouth, which he attacked with his own, quickly pushing his tongue in and exploring. Brad was practically frozen, unable to do anything other than moan into the truckers mouth as his face was being devoured.
Brad was really enjoying the kiss, despite how sudden this all was. Then, the man grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him hard against the wall. He kissed Brad again, sliding his tongue back like he was claiming it as his territory.
The man was grinding into Brad's crotch roughly, their dicks rubbing against each other, fighting to escape their denim prisons. Brad squeezed the man's back, pulling him in as close as he good, trying to get the most out of him and this kiss, when suddenly they heard voices and footsteps.
Brad and the trucker managed to break off their kiss and pretend nothing was happening just in time, as two new men made their way into the bathroom to make use of the urinals. The young stud and the older stepped out of the bathroom, not wanting to attract any attention from the new arrivals.
"Come with me," the man said.
"To where?"
"To my truck. We can continue where we left off. "
"I dunno, man. I kinda got spooked by those guys almost catching us. I don't think I wanna do this right now," Brad explained.
The man grabbed his crotch with enough force to give Brad a little jump.
"Your dick says otherwise."
The trucker moved in closer, close enough that their lips were almost touching.
"Are you coming? I'm not gonna ask a third time," the trucker said, still holding his crotch.
Brad was panicking. Almost being caught in the bathroom really shook him, and the trucker was starting to scare him, but his lust was beginning to take over. His brain and heart were telling him to leave, but his dick kept him tethered to the trucker, in more ways than one.
"Okay," Brad mumbled.
The man grinned. "Follow me," and he him to his truck, still holding on to Brad's dick.
They got into the cab of the truck and the young stud took a seat. It was more spacious than he expected, but still was very cramp. He started preparing himself mentally for an uncomfortable ride, when the man pulled open the curtain at the back of the cab, revealing an even larger space inside, complete with a bed.
"Wow! I had no idea trucks had this much space in the cabs, let alone a bed," the boy blurted out.
"Well of course. How else am I supposed to fuck pieces of meat like you? Although I gotta say, I've never gotten a hold of anyone remotely as hot as you...uh...what's your name again?" The trucker said.
"We haven't exchanged names yet. It's," Brad started, but hesitated. He'd always given his name, his first name at least, but for some reason this man worried him. But his eyes lingered on the man's crotch, which was extremely bulging, and he blurted out his name. "Brad. I'm Brad. How about you?"
"Name's Chuck, but you'll be calling me Daddy tonight," the trucker answered in a dominant tone that made Brad gulp his saliva, then grabbed him and threw him down on to the bed, before jumping on top of him, effectively pinning the boy down.
The air left Brad's lungs under the sudden weight of Chuck. Before he could even get a proper breath in, his mouth was covered by Chuck's, smothering him with a wet kiss and his tongue snaking it's way in and around. Chuck grinded on Brad as his oral assault persisted.
Brad sort of squirmed under Chuck. The weight of the man, along with the grinding and the attack on his mouth made it so that Brad could barely catch his breath. For a second, he thought he might pass out from suffocation, but he tried to hold on as best he could.
Chuck seemed to be very experienced at dominating, because he could tell exactly when Brad had reached his limit, and gave him some reprieve by breaking the kiss. Once he saw the boy had caught his breath, he squeezed his cheeks, forcing his mouth open, then spat into it.
"You like that boy?" Chuck asked.
He didn't though. Brad was up for guys spitting in his mouth, in fact he enjoyed it, but Chuck's spit was nasty. The man had terrible oral hygiene. His teeth were dark yellow and covered with thick cigarette stains. His breath was really bad, and it was obvious he had not brushed his teeth recently. Then there was the actual saliva, which was thick, viscous and bubbly, and tasted like old food, beer and cigarettes.
Chuck didn't even give Brad a chance to answer though, as he quickly spat into his mouth again, and again, and again, despite Brad's face showing his disgust at what was happening. When his mouth was full of spit, Chuck stuck his index and middle fingers in and started fucking it. The finger fucking caused the pool of spit in his mouth to bubble up and spill out the sides, dropping down his cheeks and chin, only stopping when Brad gagged.
"What a fucking little slut," he told the boy before going back in for more of the hot youth's mouth with his own.
As gross as the spitting was, Brad reveled in the kiss. He was enjoying how assertive and dominant Chuck was in devouring his mouth. Whenever his tongue invaded, Brad's dick would start leaking precum, and he was precumming a lot right now. He started making love to the tongue in his mouth, rubbing and sliding his own against it, until he finally just started straight up sucking on it.
He could tell that Chuck was enjoying the attention he was giving to his tongue because he started grinding on his crotch again and even started growling a bit into his mouth. Brad then felt his big, rough hands begin to crawl up under his shirt. It traced along his tight abs, then slowly went up to squeeze his juicy pecs. Then suddenly, Chuck pinched his nipples, causing him to throw his head back and yelp, breaking their kiss.
Not a second later, Chuck was back to kissing him. Brad resumed making love to his tongue which was already back in his mouth, but it was more difficult this time. Chuck kept pinching and tweaking his nipples, which felt really good, but also hurt quite a bit. This continued rough attention to his nipples made Brad moan constantly as he made out with Chuck.
A few minutes later, Chuck broke the kiss, so Brad opened his eyes to see what was up. He saw Chuck's face just hovering, staring down at him, so Brad closed his eyes again and stuck his tongue out. He was like this for a few seconds, but nothing happened. So he looked up at Chuck again, who was still just looking down at him, this time with a very evil grin on his face.
"Wha...what are you doing?" Brad questioned him.
"What I am doing? What are YOU doing? You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue just now. What's that about?" The trucker replied.
"Oh. I thought you were gonna, you know...spit in my mouth."
"You thought I was gonna spit in you mouth, or you wanted me to spit in your mouth?" Chuck said slyly, knowing he had Brad wrapped around his finger.
"Fuck!" Brad thought to himself. Chuck was right. Even though he was utterly disgusted at the taste and feeling of Chuck's saliva, he had opened his mouth for the man. He wanted Chuck to spit in his mouth, he wanted it so badly.
Brad blushed, turning his face into almost the shade of a tomato. "Yes."
"Yes what? I don't know what you're talking about," said Chuck.
"Yes, I want it."
"Want what? You have to be more specific. I'm not a fucking psychic, boy."
"Your spit."
"I see. Well, it doesn't sound like you really want it. I saw how grossed out you were when I did it awhile ago. It's probably best that I don't do that again." Chuck teased.
"NO! Please Daddy, I want it. Please spit in my mouth," Brad pleaded. As he heard the words leave his mouth, and the tone with which he said it, shame overcame him. He couldn't believe he was begging for this trucker's vile spit.
"I knew you'd come around. Open wide, boy," Chuck commanded.
Brad did as told and opened his mouth, eagerly awaiting what he begged for. Chuck then spat into it and Brad swallowed it without hesitation. The second the spit slid down his throat, Brad already wanted more. It tasted as bad as before, but it no longer mattered to him. It actually turned him on even more that he was so hungry for something so nasty.
He felt so dirty and degraded for wanting it. But, as we know of Brad, these kinds of feelings are what fueled his lust and pleasure. The more depraved and disgusting he felt, the hornier he got.
Chuck continued to spit into Brad's mouth until he'd run dry. He looked down at the stud, his face red with the heat of the moment, tongue practically dangling out the side of his mouth, and spit splattered all over. It was the hottest thing Chuck had ever seen. So hot, that he was getting much closer to orgasm than he would like, so he decided to chill for a bit.
He sat against the wall and told Brad to stand up. The boy followed, still in awe that the cab was spacious enough for him to stand up straight.
"Get naked boy. Show me what's under those clothes," Chuck barked.
Brad eagerly complied, slowly lifting his shirt off, revealing his insanely sexy body, followed by his pants and underwear, which exposed his rock hard dick and perfectly muscular bubble butt.
He saw Chuck freeze and his eyes go wide with awe. This was a moment in his encounters that he reveled in. He loved revealing his body and seeing the utter bliss in the faces of the men, knowing they were gonna get to fuck the perfect specimen that was himself despite how grotesque they looked. Sure, they had seen his body in pictures, but it hits differently in person, when it's the real deal and actually happening.
Chuck was extremely dominant and had Brad wrapped around his finger since the moment he saw the trucker, but he was no different. Even though Brad was now his plaything, the young stud saw in his face the same "Holy shit! I can't believe I'm actually actually gonna get to fuck this boy" look that everyone else had when they finally saw him naked in person.
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