Pig in Palm Springs - 4. Chapter 4

The next hour or so was pretty uneventful, with not much traffic until I was just a few exits away from mine.

As the cars around me started slowing down and I matched their pace I noticed an eighteen-wheeler next to me. It stayed on my passenger side more or less but I paid no attention to it until I joined all of the cars ahead of me in a complete stop.

I slide the gearshift into park so I could stretch out as much as the confines of my wrangler would let me. I turn the air conditioning off and felt the car instantly warming. As I reached my arm forward towards the window control, a heady smell crawls into my nostrils. I hadn’t noticed it much while driving but, fuck, I am really smelling great after my deodorant-free workout. The 3 loads of stranger's cum, my sweat building in my hairy armpits, my ripe jock still damp under my shorts lightly splattered with piss, and the musk from the guy I just gave a tongue bath to in that dank bathroom combined and is making my penis stir.

“Raunchy,” I say to myself with a laugh.

I grab a cigarette, another vacation-only treat, and open all the windows. As I exhale a thick cloud of smoke I notice the driver's window of the eighteen-wheeler is lined up with my passenger side. I look up towards the window and notice the driver facing in my direction. It’s hard to make out any features of whoever looking at me with the sun glaring off the window and the shadows inside but I can tell he has a cowboy hat on. I look ahead, not thinking much of it when I hear a deep voice calling out over my blaring music.

“Hey, you!” I turn and it’s the driver, leaning out of his open window waving at me, “You left too soon!”

“Huh?” I ask, puzzled, turning the music down.

“You left too soon!” I look at him quizzically for a moment then realize his truck looks vaguely familiar and he must have seen me leaving the rest stop.

“Damn cashier took too long and you burst out of the can so fast you almost damn near knocked me over!”

“Sorry, had to get back on the road” I yell back with a laugh, knowing it was only a half-truth.

“I think you should make some time,” he says back suggestively and with authority.

The stern tone in his voice beckoned me to obey so I figured I should at least get a good look at my stalker. I unbuckle my seat belt and lean over the console to look up at him. He’s probably in his late forties or early fifties, with tan skin and silver, untrimmed hair peaking out on the sides of his head under his big suede stetson. His aviator-style sunglasses are pushed up on his forehead revealing the softly creasing, weathered skin around his bright blue eyes. All in all, I think his clean-shaven face is pretty handsome. The hat, the deep voice with a southern drawl, his big rig, and the fact that he has followed me is definitely piquing my interest.

“I don’t know…” I hear my mouth say, betraying my now solid cock.

“Come on…”

After a moment of an impromptu staring contest, he opens his door. It flings open and my jaw drops. He’s wearing a denim shirt, half unbuttoned with the sleeves cut off showing off his round, tan shoulders and bulging biceps. He has tight, worn-out jeans on and well-worn construction boots, but what really causes awe is the giant uncut cock arched towards his puffy chest. His hand has a strong grip on the base of his monster as he waves it back and forth.

I take a deep breath and lick my lips. I’m a sucker (literally and figuratively) for uncut dick. I blame my two years living in London.

“Well?” his hand starts sliding up and down the thick shiny shaft.

“I…”

I have absolutely no idea how to respond, I can only watch his hand go up and down. It's like I'm hypnotized, or should I say dickmatized, as his pink glistening head peeks out from his thick foreskin with each downward stroke.

“Maybe this will convince you,” he says as his hand grips the wide base again and a spirt of piss sprays out towards his chest.

I can hear the familiar, arousing sound of piss-splattering skin even from where I'm sitting. The trucker cowboy starts waving his cock around while spurts of piss dance around and land all over his shirt, jeans, steering wheel, and seat.

“Oh fuck,” I hear myself groan.

My desire and horniness betray any sensibility I had. I hear him chuckle at the desire spreading across my fixated gaze and open mouth. He turns his hips and pushes the right one up to angle his wet crotch toward my car and is practically hanging his pelvis out of the doorway as he humps forward. A jet of piss arcs across the distance between our two vehicles and lands on my door and just inside the open window, splashing the leather seat.

My eyes followed as the yellow, glistening liquid traveled, and watched as it crossed into my space. I'm staring at it in awe then finally look up at him. There is a wicked, knowing smile spread across his face under the reflective lenses now covering his eyes. His eyebrows bounce suggestively as he awaits my reaction until there is a loud honk from behind us, startling us both.

“Follow me!” he yells before reaching out to swing the door closed.

The traffic is slowly starting to inch forward. I chuck my cigarette butt and shift back into drive to make my way behind his rig.

I’m clutching the steering wheel to prevent myself from whipping out my rigid, dripping dick and blasting a load all over the dashboard. Traffic is moving quickly finally and as we get closer to my exit, I start to feel a bit anxious.

How far am I willing to go out of my way for this? I mean I did have an entire weekend of freedom to be as much of a slut as I wanted. I could just take my exit and there would be no real risk of ever seeing him again since he is ahead of me.

Seems like fate is making the decisions for me today as he pulls off the same exit that I needed to to get to my home away from home for the next few days. My nerves are building with every passing foot of passing pavement that I follow him as we pull off toward a mostly deserted weigh station. I watch him pull off and slowly roll to a stop and decide to pull up next to him on the right to shield my car from possible traffic with his truck. I take a deep breath while turning the engine off.

"This is the kind of shit you wanted to happen!" I say to myself in the review mirror as an encouraging reminder.

My heart is beating rapidly as I open my door and jump out to walk the few feet between me and my next conquest while slipping my keys into my back pocket. I watch my trembling hand reach up to the door handle and find it is already unlatched, welcoming me to climb in. I instantly feel the heat inside when I close the door behind me and it reeks of sweaty man, cum, and piss.

My favorite.

“Hello?” I call out, seeing both the passenger and driver captain's style seats empty.

There is nothing but his jeans, a pair of tattered, yellow-stained briefs, and some food wrappers strewn about the floor.

A curtain behind the seats slides open and there he is, leaning against the back wall of the sleeping area sitting on the small bed. I had read plenty of erotic stories about guys fucking in their big rigs at rest stops but never actually understood how these truckers had space to do all the things I read about.

That thought quickly left my mind as I take in the sight before me. He is naked except for his hat, unbuttoned, piss-splattered sleeveless shirt, and loose, dingy workboots. His thick legs are spread and bent at the knee with his giant cock hanging over his long, smooth, large balls.

He is slimmer and taller than I thought he’d be, but still quite fit. His tan fades midway down his rounded chest that is lightly sprinkled with fine hairs that get darker and denser around the silver dollar-sized pink nipples his fingers are tweaking. His taught stomach is pale, as are his thighs and legs, a stark contrast to the deep tan on his arms and face. He’s mostly smooth but has a thick wiry dark bush peppered with grays that trail up to his belly button and spreads sparsely down his strong legs. His long pubes swirl around the base of his cock but they're cut off abruptly above his low-hanging, heavy, smooth, sweaty nut sack. This is the kinda guy and situation that porn is made of.

“Come on boy, take care of Daddy,” he says with a wicked smile.

“I don’t have a lot of time,” I say hesitantly as I slowly maneuver between the chairs with my eyes fixated on his expanding meat.

He grabs my arm and pulls me into a headlock, burying my face in his damp, ripe pit. His stink is strong in the best way. Unwashed man pit, sweat, and even some piss.

“Fuck” I sigh breathing him in, unable to move from his hold.

“Don’t worry, Daddy’ll be sweet to ya. Got to make time on my delivery, so you better get to work.“

He loosens his grip and pushes me down toward the half-covered glistening pink tip. I lap up the dribble of precum from it and get my first taste of his salty skin. I am nervous this guy might be too raunchy for me as I take another tentative lick across his head, but luckily for me, it's just the right amount of salty and sweaty without any cheesy stink or residue. I slide my tongue under his foreskin and swirl it around slowly sucking more of his monster into my mouth.

“You like Daddy’s cock, boy?”

“Yes sir” I moan around the cock that's about to choke me.

“Yeah, I knew you would. Seeing you walk out with cum dripping from those pretty lips made Daddy so hard. But seeing your t-shirt and big wet spot in your shorts made Daddy drip.”

“I’m glad you noticed, sir,” I say slipping off his monster cock and smiling up at him before diving face-first into his sweaty, smooth nutsack.

My tongue gets to work and laps all the perspiration and piss off of them. His smell is driving me wild and with every lick and suck of his wet sack I can tell the little show on the road earlier wasn’t the first time he let his piss fly today.

“Yeah, lick Daddy's big, sweaty ballbag baby.”

I can feel him flex his groin against my face and I feel a splash of hot wet liquid rain down on my head, neck, and back.

Fuck this is hot!

I suck both of the big full nuts into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them as much as I can.

“Now lick up Daddy’s cock with that talented, wet tongue and swallow as much as you want.”

“Yes, Daddy," I pant, letting his big balls fall out of my mouth.

To be honest, I have no idea whether he meant swallow his piss or his shaft but either way, my tongue is heading north, licking up inch after inch of his pissy shaft until I reach the head. I get my answer when his big hands start to press the back of my head down.

“Yeah boy, use Daddy’s big cock to open that throat.”

I keep working my way down, swallowing as much of his shaft as I can while inhaling the funky smells as I breathe through my nose. I pull off and replace my mouth with my hand to stroke his wet cock for a second to catch my breath and smile at him before trying again and taking him deeper. My throat flexes around his rigid shaft while he plays with my hair and gently guides me further down.

“Such a good piggy.”

I keep working, swallowing, sucking, licking, and doing my best not to gag.

At this angle plus his upward curve, I can only get so far down but I feel his fist pumping the base of his shaft to meet my drooling lips as his other hand holds my head in place. I reach for his slimy sack and start tugging on them, making him let out a deep groan.

I feel him squeeze his long, strong legs around my head and in an awkward motion, we roll over with his dick slipping further down my throat. With his thighs still tight against my face and his balls resting on my chin he thrusts his hips slowly forward, feeding me more of his cock.

"Oh yeah, that's a great mouth," he growls, "But I ain't got much time to get off today."

I feel him start to pull back and his thick shaft slips out of my mouth until it is hanging down between his legs, looking me in the eye from above as he stands to the best of his abilities in the cramped space. He reaches down to grab me and tosses me around as he steps down and I’m now lying on the bed with my head hanging off the edge.

I’m staring up at his taint and heavy nuts and think I know what's coming. He crouches lower and beads of sweat roll off his skin onto me till his nuts find their way back in my eager, open mouth. It's not the throat fucking I was expecting but I am not disappointed!

"Oh yeah, that's it, be Daddy's good pig and worship his cum makers."

His balls are jiggling in my slurping mouth letting me know he is stroking his monstrous prick above me while my eyes look at his hairy, winking hole. He grunts and I feel more splatters of hot wetness rain down on me. At first, I think he's coming but as it continues I realize he's letting go bursts of fresh piss, splashing my tank top, shorts, and the exposed, hairy parts of my torso. They grow in velocity and his hole winks with each spurt as he continues to splash my legs, crotch, and chest with his hot liquid gold.

He stands up slightly and drenches my face and fills my open mouth. I have a split second to swallow it down before he spreads my lips and slides his huge, wet member down my throat.

I knew it was going to happen!

I do my best to swallow him, working my throat muscles around his fat shlong with determination. I can barely breathe but I continue, swallowing his shaft as he mounts my face and pumps in and out while his sticky nuts slap my forehead. He’s groaning and moaning and grunting out "Fuck!" on repeat as his sweat is raining down on me. His huge balls bounce on my forehead with every thrust and the wet slapping sounds mix with the gurgling wet noises coming from my throat.

Fuck this is so hot my dick feels like it could tear through my wet shorts and straining jockstrap. I go to grab my crotch but he snatches my hand away.

“Sexy pig boy want Daddy’s load?”

I can only moan with his fat rod lodged deep inside me.

He pulls out spins around and straddles my chest, sliding his foreskin back and forth rapidly while directing his piss slit at my open, drooling mouth.

"Oh fuck yeah boy, here I come!" he growls so loudly it echoes through the steamy cab.

Spurt after spurt of hot, thick seed fills my mouth. Then he changes aim as his deep guttural groans continue and his unwaning orgasm produces another six volleys of gooey cum all over my face, coating my hair, forehead, cheeks, lips, tongue, and chin. Some even splashed up my nose off my mustache.

“Such a good boy,” he says looking down at me

I swallow the mouth full of his delicious, almost sweet spunk. I stick my tongue out and lick the last drop from his piss slit. He slaps my face with his softening giant firmly but not hard enough to hurt and I feel the sticky jizz splash in response.

“Alright, time to go pig.”

“Thank you, sir,” I reply so easily and naturally it kind of surprises me.

I spin myself around and stand up too quickly and I get lightheaded in the hot, ripe, sweaty, stuffy space.

"Woah there," he says grabbing my arm as I steady myself.

I take a deep breath and give him a smile on my dripping lips. I reach up to wipe my face and he slaps my hand again.

“Let that dry just as it is nasty boy, I know you love dripping in my baby batter.”

I can’t help but give him an even bigger smile as my cock jumps.

“Here,” he says slipping a crumpled piece of paper in my back pocket as he gently pushes me toward the door.

I open the door and feel the warm desert air on my face and it's almost cooling compared to the steamy cavern I'm emerging from. He gives my ass one final swat and then a firm squeeze with an approving moan.

“I’ll be driving back through on Saturday morning,” he says, leaning in the doorway and looking down at me with his cock swinging and glistening in the sun.

I give him a nod, turn, and start walking back to my car, somewhat delirious. I pause to wipe my eyes before sliding my sunglasses back on when I hear him call out to me.

“Hey, pig!”

I look back just in time to catch the tattered, damp pair of briefs he threw at me. I make a grand gesture of taking a big whiff and grabbing my crotch making him hoot and holler from his window. I shove the souvenir in my pocket and continue walking.

Deciding it's time to put the roof down, I unhook it, slide it back and take a seat behind the wheel. I can feel my face dripping in spit, sweat, piss, and a huge load of thick trucker cum.

I pull out my phone and the paper from my back pocket. I open the selfie camera, take a quick shot of my sloppy face from my cheeks down, all dripping and slimy, and send him the picture with “Thank you, Sir!” below it.

It is then that I notice the notifications piled on my phone; texts, emails, Grindr, Scruff, Recon, all a buzz. As tempted as I am to go through them all, I know I’m so close to my destination. I pull up the GPS.

"Only twenty minutes left!" I shout excitedly.

With my music turned up, my face dripping, and the windows and top down, I peel out onto the road, leaving Trucker Daddy’s rig in a cloud of dust behind me.