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Date: Fri, 01 Sep 2006 19:34:08 +0000
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Big Red
When I first plugged into the joys of trucker meat a year ago, I began hearing
about Big Red. And since it was Nashville Eddy who showed this college kid what
a driver of freight could throw at a hungry gobbler of dick, it was also he who
first mentioned the name of this trucking legend. As the months passed and I
heard other drivers mention the name of Big Red, he seemed more myth than
reality. But I was to discover later just how real he was.
Nashville Eddy, and I met at a rest stop on I-85 near Montgomery, Alabama. It
was two in the Morning. I was halfway drunk from too much beer and headed home
from a wild weekend in Birmingham.
I was pissing out a six-pack of Bud at the urinal when this lanky, blond guy
took his place beside me, yanking and tugging deep into his jeans. He pulled out
a mass of glistening genitalia and continued to pull at them while pissing a
stiff stream of golden water, until his pecker was standing at an ass-busting
attention. "Whew!" he grinned, winking at me. "Riding my rig all night makes me
just a little bit horny."
"You'd better let me get that fucker down before it explodes."
That's all it took to get us into the back of his huge truck. There was a
mattress laid out, along with a big cooler of iced Bud, a stack of porno
magazines, and all kinds of rubber toys. We stripped, and Eddy had barely
stepped out of his jeans before I was burying my head between his thighs. His
dick was a perfect sucking cock: long, slender, and curved slightly upwards. It
slid easily into my mouth and down past my tonsils. Quickly, I had it throbbing
for blast-off. Within minutes, he was shooting his load into my stomach. Even
while I was drinking it, he whimpered, "Stay on that fucker. That's only the
beginning, man."
Through that wild night, I milked his sex teat nonstop. swallowing what seemed
like a quart of fresh Nashville cream. When he would shoot off, he would press
his hands against my head, begging me to stay on it. When I wasn't sucking him,
I would be sliding an enormous dildo into his hungry asshole. "Shove it deeper,
man!" he moaned. "I can't feel nothing."
He seemed to really enjoy one rubber cock that was as thick as a loaf of salami.
I was amazed how his butt-hole could stretch to that length since he was so
thin. "Oh, man, now that's feeling good!"
Around dawn, he sank his prick up my ass. "You just gotta meet a friend of
mine." he laughed softly. "Big Red. He's one helluva dude!"
I begged Eddy to tell me more, and he did. Big Red was a half- Cherokee Indian.
He was a huge, powerful mutherfucker who passed along that area a few times a
year in his big rig. He didn't ball much. He was very particular about the guys
he did it with. They had to be blond, for one thing. He loved blonds. They had
to be young, have no inhibitions love to deep throat, and have an ass starving
for huge dick.
Eddy had been fucked by him a year before in the back of Big Red's truck.
Afterwards, Eddy had to go to his doctor for asshole repairs. But it had left
him stretched for bigger things.
"I've got to meet him." I said. I was blond, nineteen, and had trouble
finding men I could deep throat. My ass was famous in Alabama for being able
to handle anything short of a tree trunk. Eddy promised to line me up with
his elusive friend.
Nashville Eddy and I got together almost every weekend after that, haunting the
rest areas along the interstate. Eddy began lining me up with some of his
trucking buddies. Soon, I was going from one truck to another all night long.
They would be lined up, one behind the other in the parking lot of the rest
stops. They were glad to see a real live cock gobbler whose ass was eager for a
good time.
I liked these guys. I had been used to college boys who really didn't have too
much imagination or experience compared to these rig- rolling studs. The orgies
we had were fantastic. I loved getting gang- banged by a dozen hot, sexed-up ...
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