I picked him up on the highway outside the city, thumb out, duffel bag at his feet. He climbed into my truck cab and said, "Thanks, man. Need a ride bad." His name was Jake. Short brown hair, stubble, tight jeans that showed the bulge right away. I was already half hard from the long drive and the way he looked at me.
We didn't talk much at first. Then he shifted in his seat and his hand brushed my thigh. "You look like you could use some company," he said. I glanced over. "What kind of company?" He grinned dirty. "The kind where I suck your cock while you drive."
I pulled over at the next rest stop. We got out and walked behind the building where the trucks parked. Jake dropped to his knees on the gravel without asking. He unzipped me, pulled out my thick cock, and swallowed it straight down. No teasing. He sucked hard, lips stretched, spit running down my balls. I grabbed his hair and fucked his mouth. "That's it, take it all the way," I growled. He gagged but kept going, throat working around the head.
He stood up, wiped his mouth, and said, "Now fuck me." We moved to the side of my truck. He dropped his jeans, bent over the seat, and spread his ass. His hole was tight and pink. I spit on it, rubbed my cockhead against it, then pushed in raw. He groaned loud. "Fuck yes, stretch my ass." I sank balls deep in one thrust. His hole clenched around me hot and tight.
I fucked him hard right there. Each slam made the truck rock. Skin slapped skin. He pushed back, taking every inch. "Harder, pound that hole," he begged. I grabbed his hips and rammed him, cock sliding in and out, shiny with spit and precum. His own dick swung between his legs, leaking on the ground.
I pulled out, spun him around, and bent him over the hood. I shoved back in from behind, deeper this time. He reached down and jerked himself while I drilled him. "I'm gonna cum," he said. "Do it on my cock," I ordered. He shot thick ropes onto the dirt, ass squeezing me. That pushed me over. I buried deep and unloaded, pumping cum straight into his guts. It leaked out around my shaft as I kept thrusting through it.
We stayed like that a minute, breathing hard. Then he pulled off, turned, and sucked my messy cock clean. "Tastes good mixed with my ass," he said. I zipped up. "Get back in. We're not done."
An hour later we stopped at a cheap motel. The room had one bed.
Jake stripped fast. I pushed him onto his back, spread his legs, and ate his hole. My tongue worked deep, licking my own cum out of him. He moaned and stroked his cock. "Eat that loaded ass." I got him wet again, then flipped him onto all fours and fucked him doggy style. My cock slid in easy now, cum and spit making it sloppy. I slapped his ass red while I pounded. "Take that dick, you hungry fuck."
He came again on the sheets without touching himself. I kept going, using the fresh cum as lube, until I filled him a second time. We passed out like that, my cock still inside him.
Morning came. He woke me by riding my morning wood. He lowered his cum-slick hole onto me and bounced hard. "Fill me one more time before I go," he said. I thrust up to meet him, hands on his chest, pinching his nipples. He shot across my stomach. I grabbed his waist and pumped another load deep.
He got dressed, grabbed his bag, and kissed me rough. "Thanks for the ride." Then he was gone. I lay there with his cum and mine drying on my skin, already thinking about the next highway.
