FULL-SERVICE MEN: TOW TRUCK DRIVER
“BABE, what happened to your pickup?” my wife asked on the phone.
“I have no fucking idea. It just turned off while I was driving. When I tried to start it after pulling over, it just cranked,” I said, standing under the shade of a tree to protect myself from the hot midday sun.
“Have you called for service?”
“Yep, already did. Someone’s coming over to tow it to the service station.” I glanced in both directions of the long, empty road.
A tow truck appeared in the distance.
“Babe, the tow truck’s approaching. I have to go. I’ll call you later for an update.”
“If it’s already late, just stay at a motel and leave first thing tomorrow.”
“Oh, god. I hope it won’t take long to fix. But, yeah. I’ll let you know where I’m staying if I have to stop for the night.” I ended the call.
The flatbed truck with ‘Tony’s Towing’ on the side door parked in front of my stalled pickup.
A guy wearing an old baseball cap got out.
“Over here.” I waved him down.
He cocked his head and walked behind the tow truck with a masculine stride.
My heart beat faster.
I looked down at my phone, pretending to be busy texting while checking him out.
His tight, ribbed tank top, off-white from repeated washings, showed off his muscular arms. The rips and holes in his old jeans showed his white skin.
Fuck, he’s hot.
I need to be extra careful. I don’t want my wife to find out about my secret because I got bashed by a homophobe.
“Are you the one who called for a tow, Boss?” The guy around his late twenties asked.
Damn, he’s like one of those models on Sean Cody, especially with his pornstache.
One of the holes near the crotch of his jeans showed the hem of his white briefs.
My khaki chino shorts tightened.
“Yep, I’m Miguel.” I stepped closer to offer my hand, trying my best not to look down at his crotch.
“Tony.” He stopped and shook my hand.
“I’m sorry for being rude on the phone earlier. I was frustrated. I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere and still have a long way to go to get home.”
He stood a couple of inches shorter with a bruise around his right eye. “Don’t worry about it, Boss. What happened here?”
I explained it to him.
“If you want,”—he used a thumb to point over his shoulder—”I can check if a tow won’t be necessary.”
“Really?” I gleamed at the possibility of getting back on the road as soon as possible.
“Pop, the hood.” Tony started walking away.
I jogged past him and pulled the latch below the steering wheel.
The hood jerked with a metallic click.
I stood next to him with one hand up on the cover. “What do you think? Can you fix it?”
“Let me see.” Tony bent over to check the engine. His top rode up, and his beltless jeans lowered to show the upper part of his white briefs.
My heart pumped harder, sending heat through my entire body and more blood to my dick.
I bit my lower lip while staring.
“Boss, did you hear me?” His voice snapped me out of my trance.
“Hmm?” I looked at Tony. “Did you say something?”
“I did. Are you okay?”
“Sorry.” I straightened up. “I got distracted. What was it?”
“Could you try starting the engine? I want to see something?”
“Oh, yeah. Sure.” I went inside the pickup.
My hard dick pushed against the zipper of my shorts.
Shit! Did he see me checking out his ass?
I adjusted my erection before trying to start the engine.
The pickup shook from the cranking but didn’t come to life.
“Stop,” Tony said through the mechanical noise. “That’s enough, Boss.”
I got out and returned to my spot from earlier. “Have you figured it out yet?”
“Not yet. But I have my suspicions.” He moved closer toward me and bent over further to reach for something deeper inside.
I stepped aside to give him room but zoned in on his ass again.
His ass crack peeked through the waistband of his white briefs.
Fuck! I want to drop to my knees, pull his jeans and briefs down, and eat out the man’s sweet hole. While he was preoccupied, I shoved a hand inside my pocket to reposition my hard-on.
Tony stood back up and closed the hood.
“Is it fixed?”
He turned around and wiped his dirty hands on his jeans. “Which do you want first, good news or bad news?”
“Good news.” I kept my hand inside my pocket to not make my bulge noticeable.
“I narrowed it down to a bad fuel pump or alternator. My money is on the fuel pump. Bad news—”
“Let me guess. You can’t fix it.”
“Yeah, Boss. It has to be taken to a mechanic. You can only get the replacement part at the service station.”
“Fine.” I sighed. “So, what now?
“I’ll load your truck in the back, and we’ll get out of here.”
TONY climbed in the tow truck after securing my pickup with ratchets and straps.
His manly musk filled the interior. The smell of a working man. A real man.
Blood surged into my dick.
I shifted in the passenger seat to ease the uncomfortable tightness in my shorts.
Dirt stained the back of his tank top from laying on the ground when he hooked the winch under my pickup.
“Uh, Tony.” I pointed to my back. “Your shirt’s dirty.”
“It’s okay. I have spare shirts in the back seat.” He put his baseball cap on the center console and removed his tank top, revealing a rug of black hair on his chest and an appendectomy scar on the lower right of his flat midsection.
Tony’s arm flexed as he used the soiled shirt to wipe the sweat off him.
I wanted to lick every inch of his glistening upper body, especially his armpits.
To keep myself from staring, I took my phone out and composed a message to my wife. But through the corner of my eye, I continued looking at the shirtless tow truck driver.
After tossing the tank top in the back, he reached behind his seat. “Fuck!”
“What happened?”
“I forgot to bring my bag with the extra shirt. Do you mind if I drive shirtless, Boss?”
Can you get rid of those pants, too?
“No, man. I don’t mind.” I returned to looking at my phone.
Tony put his baseball cap back on, started the truck, and pulled out.
I sent the message to my wife. “How far is the service station?”
“About an hour or so.”
I nodded.
“Where were you headed before your pickup died?”
“On my way home to San Diego.”
“Whoa! What are you doing around these parts?”
“My old high school best friends and I had a reunion weekend at a cabin owned by one of them. It’s been decades since I last saw them, so I came even if it’s far away.”
“Ah.” He gently rubbed his eye with the bruise.
“What happened to your eye?”
“Oh, this?” He pointed to his eye. “A few days ago, I got into a fight with the husband of the woman I’ve been fucking.”
I nodded.
We dropped into an awkward silence lasting a few minutes.
“Can we pull over?” I looked at him. “I need to pee.”
“Sure, Boss.” Tony stopped on the side of the road.
I went under the shade of a tree and took my dick out.
The shirtless driver stayed behind, filling the inside of the tow truck with more of his masculine musk.
My dick came to life again.
“Come on. Stop that.” I closed my eyes and thought of other things.
Pee came out.
“Yeah.” I leaned my head back and savored the relief.
“I might as well take a leak,” Tony stood on my right.
My whole body jerked.
“Fuck! You scared me.”
He chuckled. “Sorry, Boss.”
I kept looking straight ahead. Oh, god. He’s going to pee next to me.
Tony unzipped.
My heart thumped in anticipation.
A stream of piss hit the ground.
While keeping my head still, I looked at his dick.
But his hand blocked my view.
Oh, come on.
Tony switched hands to scratch his thigh. The other hand held his long, soft shaft surrounded by a full bush of black.
My eyes widened at the impressive package. The woman he’s been fucking was lucky.
As my piss stream waned, I started to get aroused.
I forced the remaining drops out and shoved my dick inside. “I’ll be in the tow truck.”
“Alright, Boss. I’m almost done.”
I hurried back.
When Tony returned, we got back on the road.
I sat in silence, hoping Tony won’t mention anything about me checking out his dick.
“Want some of my coffee?” He took a small thermos from the cup holder and unscrewed the top. “I don’t have a glass, but you can use the lid.”
“I’m good. You go ahead.”
“Just let me know if you change your mind.” He took a sip without taking his eyes off the road.
“Thanks.”
“Motherfucker!” He put the thermos back on the holder.
Dark liquid slid down his torso.
“Shit. Are you okay?”
“I’m okay, Boss. It’s not as hot anymore.”
“Tissues?”
Tony pointed at the glove box. “In there.”
A straight porn magazine with a big-breasted model on the cover and a bottle of lube was with the small package of tissues.
I gave him more than a few pieces.
“The magazine is for when I’m horny while waiting for a call out,” he said while wiping himself.
“We’ve all been there, man.” I chuckled. “Sometimes we have to take matters into our own hands.”
He smiled. “In my case, I have no choice. Especially after my bitch’s husband caught us.”
A scene of the straight tow truck driver with his jeans and briefs bunched around his ankles, jerking his lubed cock while looking at the open magazine on the steering wheel played in my head.
My dick returned to full hardness.
“It’s been over a week since I last came inside a mouth or a pussy.”
“That sucks, man.”
“At least it’s not my longest dry spell. There was a time a few months ago when I didn’t have someone on my dick for four weeks.”
“What broke the streak?”
“My neighbor gave me a blowjob while I was drunk one night. That was the first time my dick has been in a dude’s mouth.”
Heat spread through my entire body.
Fuck!
“Have you let a guy suck your dick when a chick is not available, Boss?”
“Nope.” I lied.
“Really? You didn’t experiment in college?”
My straight roommate during our senior year in college made me service him in exchange for not telling Lori about my secret after he caught me sniffing his jockstrap.
But, of course, I’m not going to tell him about that.
“No, man. I regularly have sex with my girlfriend back then.”
“I wish there was someone taking care of my dick right now.” Tony squeezed his bulge. “How about you, Boss? Want to take care of my dick for me?”
The blood on my face drained.
“What?” I snapped my head toward him. “I’m not gay.”
“Bullshit. You’ve been checking me out since the moment we met.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
Tony scoffed. “You think I wouldn’t notice you looking at my crotch?”
“You’re seeing things, man.”
“Really? Was I seeing things when you checked out my dick while I was peeing? You got hard looking at it.”
“I…”
The tow truck driver grabbed my hand and placed it on his bulge.
“What are you doing?” I tried to snatch my hand back.
He squeezed and pressed it into his crotch.
My dick wanted to burst out of my shorts.
“Tony, I’m not gay.”
“Boss, I know you’re gay. No matter how much you deny it.”
I got my hand back.
“Are you sure you don’t want this?” He leaned back and opened his jeans, exposing the bulge on his white briefs.
“I’m sure.” My eyes remained on his package.
“If you don’t want it, why can’t you take your eyes off it?”
“I…” I alternated looking at his face and his dick. “Are you going to just sit there? Or are you going to do what you wanted this entire time?” Tony wiggled the brow on his bruised eye.
Oh, fuck it. There’s no point in denying it.
I reached over and grabbed his bulge.
“See. I knew you were a fag.” He continued driving.
The soft meat twitched in my hand.
I started stroking his bulge.
“You like feeling my dick, Boss?”
“Yeah. I’ve wanted to do this the whole time.”
“Why don’t you take it out for me?” He gave a mischievous smile.
I pulled the briefs’ elastic and hooked it under his balls.
His dick flopped to the side, above its nest of pubes. “Do whatever you want.”
“You have a big dick, man.” I wrapped my fingers around the soft shaft.
“Wait until it gets hard.” Tony shifted in his seat for easier access.
Slowly, I stroked him.
“Yeah, keep going. Make me hard.”
I closed my fingers tighter and focused close to the head.
“Is mine the first dick you’ve handled?”
“No.”
“Do you suck?”
“Yes.”
His dick twitched.
“How about you suck mine?”
“Fuck, yeah.” I got up on my knees on the seat and leaned over the central console.
“Look at you,” Tony smirked. “A moment ago, you wouldn’t admit you’re gay. But now, you’re so eager to get on my cock.”
Warmth flooded my cheeks.
I took a few inches of the soft meat in my mouth.
He drew a sharp inhale and placed a hand on my head while driving.
I sucked on the head, making sure to produce enough spit to make it slide smoother.
His shaft has doubled in size.
“Yeah. That’s it, Boss. Work for my nut.”
While holding his balls, I took more of him with each bob.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good. So warm and wet, like a pussy.” He pushed my head on his hard dick.
The straight man’s feedback made me want to please him more.
I sucked with gusto, like a whore getting a big tip afterward.
“Wait a sec.” Tony pulled me off him.
“Shit!” I sat up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand while looking around. “Is there a cop?”
“Relax. I just want to enjoy the blowjob without crashing into a tree.” He pulled over, pushed his jeans and briefs past his knees, and leaned back.
My body sagged in relief.
Tony put his hand behind my neck and pulled me back on his dick. “Get back to work.”
I got back on my knees and resumed his blowjob.
Salty precum burst inside of my mouth.
While holding onto his thighs, I sucked harder, making my cheeks sink.
He grabbed the handle above the door and leaned his head against the headrest. His other hand went behind my head. “That’s it, Boss. Show me how much you want my cock.”
I danced my tongue around the tip, flicking on the sensitive area under the head.
Tony hissed, “If a cop did show up, I bet you can get us out of trouble by sucking him, too. We’ll share your faggot mouth. Take turns using it. You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
The tent in my chino shorts pushed out even more.
“Yeah, I would.” I slid my lips on the side of his shaft.
“You’re such a cock slut.”
I put his dick back in my mouth.
The tow truck driver moaned.
At the same time, I twisted my head like a screw and jacked him off.
Tony grabbed my hair and pushed his hips up. “You suck better than a chick. Maybe I should whore you out to my bitch’s husband so he would leave us alone.”
I let him set the pace of my sucking.
“Your mouth feels like a fucking pussy.” His hips moved faster until he hit the back of my throat, making me gag.
I pulled away to recover.
Tony held the headrest with both hands, exposing his bushy armpits.
While stroking his dick with one hand, I used the fingers on the other to play with his nipple.
“Fuck! That feels good, Boss.”
I started playing with both his nipples.
He grabbed the headrest tighter. “Keep going.”
I took one of his nipples in my mouth.
The straight man hissed.
I alternated between sucking and flicking my tongue the erect nub of flesh.
The manly musk coming from his pits went into my nose.
I lifted his elbow higher and dove into his armpit.
“Jesus-fucking-Christ. No one has ever licked my pit before.”
While savoring his man smell, I continued licking his bushy armpit.
He gripped my hair and pushed me onto his armpit. “You like that? That’s a smell of a real man.”
“Yeah, I love it.”
“I never knew I would like someone licking my armpit. But that’s enough. Get back on my dick.” Tony held his dick by the base and pushed me back down.
I put his dick back in my mouth and resumed sucking.
He groaned in pleasure, pushing his hips into my mouth.
I adjusted my mouth to accommodate his size and let him take control.
The head entered my throat, making me gag.
I pulled away, coughing while jacking his hard meat.
A long rope of saliva stretched from the glistening head to my lips.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Take it all, Boss. I want to know how much of my cock you can take.”
Challenge accepted.
I dove right back and took more of him.
It made me gag again.
But this time, I didn’t pull away and kept going until Tony penetrated my throat.
“Yes, that throat is fucking tight. It feels so damn good.”
Eventually, my nose reached his sweaty pubes, and my bearded chin pressed onto his balls.
“Fuck! You are one talented cocksucker, you know that? My bitch can’t even take more than half of it.”
I continued deep-throating Tony.
“You like a straight man’s cock plugging your throat?”
“Mm-hm,” I answered with my mouth full.
“Where has your mouth been all this time, Boss?” Tony pulled me by the back of my neck and buried his cock deeper.
I grabbed his butt to pull him closer.
“Motherfucker!” He knocked his head against the tow truck’s window. “You should have called me to tow your truck a long time ago.”
I deep-throated him faster.
“Wait, wait.” Tony pulled me off his dick. “I don’t want to cum yet.”
I smirked while wiping my mouth.
“Damn, you’re one great cocksucker, Boss. Do you get fucked?”
“Have you fucked anyone in the ass before?”
“No. The bitches I’ve been with always shut me down whenever I tried it with them.”
Women. They don’t know how fucking lucky they are.
“Yeah, I get fucked.”
“Get in the back.” Tony grinned while taking his jeans and briefs off. “And bring the lube.”
I opened the compartment and grabbed the half-empty bottle.
Tony got out naked except for his old baseball cap.
“Are you crazy? What if someone sees you?”
He got inside the extended cab and closed the door. “There’s no one out here but us. Now, get back here. I want to fuck your pussy.”
My dick twitched at what he called my hole.
After making sure no vehicle approached from both directions, I got out of the passenger side and climbed in to join the straight tow truck driver.
Tony sat behind the driver’s seat, stroking his dick to keep it hard.
I removed my sweaty black polo shirt, chino shorts, and black boxer briefs. My erection bounced when I tossed my clothes in the front.
“What are you waiting for?”
I popped the top of the lube bottle and poured the clear liquid on his dick.
Tony spread it all over.
I put some on my fingers and reached behind to slick me up.
“Come over here and ride this dick.” He held his cock by the base.
Facing away from him, I straddled his open legs and lowered myself on him.
The tip kissed my anal ring and pushed its way in.
“Fuck, man. You’re so big.” I held on to the headrest in front of me for support.
“That’s it. Keep going. The head’s almost in.”
I sat further to receive the straight man’s meat until it entered me.
“Boss, you’re so tight. I fucking love it.”
While looking over my shoulder, I slowly started bouncing on his meat.
Tony leaned his head back and closed his eyes with a smile. “Hmm.”
“You like me riding you, man?”
“Damn! Your pussy feels so good. Much tighter than a woman’s.”
I leaned back on his chest and fucked myself on him, taking more and more of his fat dick.
His face contorted in pleasure while holding my ass to guide me.
“Your cock feels so good inside me, man. I need you to fuck me. Give it to me.” I wrapped my fingers around my erect shaft and jacked myself.
Tony moaned and thrust his hips up to meet my ass until he bottomed out.
“Yes, man. Fuck me. Fuck me like I’m one of your bitches.”
“Grrr.” He lifted me every time his hips pushed up, pulled out quickly, and let gravity bring me down on his cock.
The truck shook, and the windows fogged with the heat radiating from our sweaty bodies. Wet marks showed on his old baseball cap.
It smelled like a locker room after an intense game.
“You want to be one of my bitches?”
I bit my lips and nodded. “Oh, god, yes.”
He lifted me off his cock. “On your back.”
Without complaint, I lay on my back behind the passenger’s seat.
“I’ll show you how I fuck my bitches.” Tony grabbed one of my ankles and opened my legs wider as he guided his dick back inside my hole.
It slid in with no resistance.
I resumed jerking myself off. “Yes, Tony. Wreck my pussy.”
“You’re such a faggot, wanting your pussy to be fucked by a real man.” He pounded me into the door, making my neck bend.
“Put me in my place, man.”
“I bet you went to the cabin even if it was far away because you wanted to ogle at your high school best friends’ bulges.”
It was partly true. I did check out their bulges while we goofed around at the lake. They were almost naked with their wet swim trunks clinging to their bulges, leaving nothing to the imagination.
“Or do they already know you’re a fucking fag? They went to the cabin so they could take turns fucking this pussy with their big dicks. Am I right?”
I wish that were true. If they wanted me to, I would have serviced each one of them in a heartbeat.
“Shit! I’m going to cum.” I shot all over my chest and abs. Some landed on my lips and bearded chin.
“Did you cum reliving your high school best friends gangbanging you at the cabin?” Tony held both of my ankles as he saw his dick into me.
I swiped my cum and let him see how I ate my cum from my hand. “Mmm.”
The slapping of flesh filled the inside of the tow truck.
“I’m fucking close.” He tried to pull out.
“No, don’t.” I held onto his torso to stop him. “Cum inside. Knock me up.”
“Such a cock slut.” Tony pumped into me like a piston. “Fuck, I’m cumming!”
His load exploded in my bowels. With each thrust, more of his seed filled me until he emptied the contents of his balls.
He knocked his head on the window, panting.
“That was fucking intense,” I said, looking up at his satisfied face.
“I know. I’ve never cum like that before.”
“You’re welcome.” I grinned.
We fell silent except for our heavy breathing.
When we recovered, he pulled out and slumped on the back seat.
“Don’t tell anyone about this. No one can’t know.”
Tony chuckled, wiping his sweat using the tank top he picked from the floor. “It will be our little secret. But the next time you’re around here, you’ll give me a call. Deal?”
“Deal. Now get me to the service station. I need my pickup fixed so I can return to my wife.”
Miguel’s encounters will continue…
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