He spotted the guy the second he pulled into the lot. Tall, broad, leaning against his rig with a cigarette, jeans stretched tight over thick thighs and an obvious bulge. The place was quiet, just after midnight, the kind of rest stop where men knew why they stopped. No small talk needed.
The driver crushed the cigarette under his boot and nodded toward the dark row of showers. They walked in together without a word. The moment the door shut, the driver shoved him against the tile wall and grabbed his crotch hard.
“Fuck yeah, you’re already hard,” the driver growled, squeezing the length through denim. “Get it out.”
He unbuckled fast, cock springing free, thick and already leaking. The driver dropped to his knees right there on the dirty floor and swallowed him to the root in one go. Hot, wet throat opened around him, no hesitation, just pure hungry sucking. Spit ran down his balls while the driver worked his own jeans open and started stroking a fat, veined dick.
“Gonna feed you mine next,” the driver muttered around the shaft, voice muffled and filthy. He pulled off just long enough to spit on the head, then took it deeper, nose pressed to pubes, throat working like he wanted to choke on it.
He fucked the driver’s face in short, rough thrusts, hands gripping short hair, hips snapping. The wet sounds echoed off the tiles. When he felt his balls tighten he yanked the driver up, spun him around, and yanked those jeans down to mid-thigh. The driver’s ass was firm, lightly furred, hole already slick with something—lube or spit, didn’t matter.
He lined up and shoved in raw. The driver grunted, pushed back, taking every inch in one long slide. Tight heat clamped down, milking him. No rubber, no questions, just skin on skin and the slap of balls against ass.
He fucked hard, one hand gripping the driver’s hip, the other reaching around to jerk the thick cock in time with his thrusts.
“Harder,” the driver snarled. “Fuck that load into me.”
He pounded faster, the wet squelch of raw fucking loud in the small room. Sweat dripped down his back. Every thrust bottomed out, grinding against the driver’s prostate until the man’s cock jerked and shot thick ropes across the wall. The clench of orgasm dragged him over too. He buried himself deep and unloaded, pulse after pulse of hot cum flooding the driver’s hole.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, cum leaking out around his softening cock. When he pulled free, the driver turned, dropped again, and licked the mess off his shaft, cleaning every drop with slow, filthy swipes of tongue.
“Same time tomorrow?” the driver asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
He just grinned and tucked himself away. The night was young, and the lot was full of rigs. Plenty more loads to give and take before dawn.
