It's seven P.M. and I'm walking in the front door of the Chevron Truck Stop. I see a door with the word 'MEN' on it and go directly in. I'm standing at the urinal making room for another beer and I'm pondering. I'm unsure how I feel about women, about men, about everything. I glance up to see a big hairy man approaching the urinal next to mine. I couldn't believe the amount of hair that was pouring out of the neck of his shirt. His big hairy arm bumped mine and I felt something, something that I can't describe. I looked over at his bearded face. He was not an ugly man, in fact he was rather good looking. I looked lower and saw his big round belly and tried to imagine how it looked underneath his shirt, drenched with fur. Lower. I saw his dong. It was big just like the rest of him. It didn't look awful. In fact it was kind of cute; long, dark, thick, with a big pinkish head spitting out its waste. I looked down at mine, over at his, at mine, at his. They were almost identical. Flapping, shaking, wiggling, a short squat, and the banana disappeared into the gorilla's fly. He walked over to the sink and I followed. I watched him wash his big meaty hands as I did the same. He splashed his face, neck, and arms. He used three or four paper napkins to dry, and then tossed them into the waste basket under the sink. He walked out of the bathroom, through the little gift shop, and then out the back doors that lead to the huge parking lot. He walked past the fuel pumps toward a long row of parked 18-wheelers. He arrived at his large blue colored truck having no idea that I was following him.

Standing only two trucks away from him I watched while he climbed into the cab and began fumbling through a stack of papers. He fumbled for a few minutes, making notes every now and then, before finally putting the papers away. He lifted a small bottle wrapped in a brown paper sack up to his mouth and took a couple swigs. I counted how many times the bottle went to his mouth, twelve. I watched. He squirmed. Anticipation. Suddenly his pudgy fingers were unbuttoning his shirt. Off it came and he threw it onto the empty passenger seat. He ran his fat little fingers through the thickly matted hairs on his chest. He massaged his beard for a second, then crawled into the sleeper. He seemed to barely fit through the small square hole separating the cab from the sleeper. He pulled a Velcro strap releasing two leather flaps that fell into place and filled the square hole. The lights inside the truck went out leaving only the light from his little television to fill the truck.

I moved closer. Suddenly one of the flaps opened and his fat hairy arm (the one that brushed against me at the urinals) came through the hole and he tossed his pants onto the passenger seat. I knew that now he was either nude or wearing only his underwear. I waited impatiently for a few minutes then climbed onto the steps on the side of the cab. I put my face to the glass but was unable to see anything through the flaps. I knocked on the window. No response. I knocked again a little harder. I felt the whole truck wobble. His face appeared between the flaps and he asked, "Yeah? What do you want?"

"Is Jack here?" I asked softly. I knew he wouldn't be able to hear me through the glass and he would have to roll the window down; which is exactly what he did.

Stretching his big hairy torso though the cab of the truck he barely reached the window and rolled it down and asked again, "Yeah? What?"

Looking at his hairy chest instead of at his face I asked again, "Is Jack here?"

"No," he abruptly answered.

"Oh," I said. "Shit. I must have the wrong truck," I mumbled.

There was a few seconds of awkward silence, then he reached to roll the window back up. But before he could I asked nervously, "You feel like—uh, um—messing around a little?"

A shocked look appeared on his face as if this was the last thing he thought he might hear in this situation. The look was quickly replaced by a look of thought. "Sure," he answered. "Why not. Climb in."

He reached over and unlocked the door. I opened it and floated up into the cab. Closed the door behind me and locked it.

"Take off your shoes and things, and come on back." He motioned into the sleeper.

Crawling through the flaps I couldn't believe my eyes. He was lying on his back on the bed in only his underwear with his both hands under his head on the pillow. He was covered with hair: his arms, his chest, his big but firm round stomach, his thighs, his legs and even his pudgy little toes. His snow white underwear was bulging. And so was mine.

"Pull down the zipper," he said pointing at the flaps.

I did.

"What exactly is it that you want?" he asked. "This?" he said grabbing his crotch.

I didn't say anything. Instead I just reached over and started pulling his underwear down. He lifted up his ass to help me. Down to his ankles and then he pulled his feet out one at a time. I looked at his dick. It was still almost completely soft and just lying there on his big testicles. It looked cute, very cute.

"Why don't you take yours off too?" he said.

I did.

"You like hair don't you?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Good. Cause I've got plenty of it," he said rubbing his hands over his chest and belly.

I put my hand on his dick and he moaned. He was still soft. I leaned over him and put his meat into my mouth. I pulled it out to look at it. It was bigger than it was just a second ago. Back into my mouth. I could feel it getting bigger. I pulled it out again to look at it again. Bigger but still flaccid. Back into my mouth. Growing. I could feel it filling up the space in my mouth. I pulled it out again. No longer bendable at all, it was almost fully hard. Back into my mouth, this time hitting the back of my throat. I pulled it out again. Fully hard, thick, long, not cute like before when it was soft, but wildly erotic. Hot. Physically too; I could actually feel warmth from it. I looked up and saw that he was watching me.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Good. It's all yours." He smiled.

I crawled over and made myself comfortable between his big beefy legs, my face in his crotch. His dick was standing straight up, all by itself. It had a slight downward curve to it and seemed to be pointing right at me. In my mouth it went. Bobbing, I went down on it till it hit the back of my throat then slowly back up till just the head was in my mouth. Slow and steady. My hands were exploring his hairy body. I rubbed his hairy legs, his big hairy belly and chest. He reached down and pulled his rod from my mouth. He pulled; hinting me upward, on top of him. Suddenly my body was on top of this large hairy man and I was loving it. My eyes looking into his, he opened his mouth and brought his head closer to mine. His big warm tongue slid between my lips and entered my mouth. His arms were around me, rubbing my back. My hands on the sides of his head. We kissed, passionately.

He was on top of me. I practically disappeared underneath his large hairy body. His dick beside mine, rubbing on my stomach. His mouth on my neck, on my chest. His tongue in my naval. He lifted my meat up and looked at it.

"So you have a 'donkey dick' too," he said and it disappeared into his mouth.

His mouth was warm on my dick; warm, moist, and just the perfect amount of suction. My dick felt like it was going to just burst. His mouth slid down, slowly. I felt my dick hit the back of his throat and stop, then down some more. I felt my dick going down his throat. It was tight on my head. It was great. His bearded chin was on my balls. He slid his mouth slowly back up to the head. He came up off of it, looked up at me and said, "Wow. Now that's a nice cock." He slid back down onto it, down all the way, into his throat. All the way back up, over and over, over and over.

"Whoa," I urged. "I don't want to cum this soon."

He lifted his head and my dick slid out of his mouth and slapped against my stomach.

"Good," he said as his mouth started making its way up over my stomach. "Let's take our sweet time." His mouth on my nipple, "I've got all night."

His big manly body was on top of me. His tongue in my mouth. I was on top of him. Kissing. I'd never kissed with this much passion before. Him on top, having his tongue in my mouth felt absolutely fantastic. Me on top, I turned putting my face in his crotch, his face in my crotch. I filled my mouth with his meat and at the same time felt mine going down his throat. Bobbing. Rubbing. I felt his warm tongue licking my balls. Caressing. Licking. Sucking. It was heaven.

There was no such thing as time. If there was, it stopped.

On my back with him between my legs, I watched him eat. I felt him eat. I caressed his nearly bald shaved head and hairy shoulders. I looked down and watched my dick sliding in and out of that bearded mouth. He looked up at me and our eyes locked for a moment while he bobbed. His handsome soft brown tender eyes watching me watch him. He moved upward placing his meat on mine. His dick was touching mine. I could feel the heat from his through mine. He could barely hold both of our dicks with one hand. I reached down and added my right hand to the mix. There was just something exciting about his hand and my hand together, filled with our large throbbing dicks, side by side. Suddenly his dick was gone and I felt it slip between my legs. I felt it searching.

"No," I said firmly. "I don't want to do that."

"Alright," he said scooting back down a little. He put my dick in his mouth again but only for a second and this time when he came up off of it, it was very wet. He scooted up higher on me, practically sitting on my stomach. He spit in his hand then quickly put it behind his back. He grabbed my dick then lifted himself way up high. I felt myself poking at his backside. Suddenly the head of my dick felt warm and I felt it prying its way into him as he lowered himself onto it. At first it slide easily, because of the spit. Then not so easily, as if there was no spit. He lifted himself upward a bit then back down. This time it slid in further than the time before. Warm. Again it stopped sliding easily. Again he lifted himself up, then back down again. And again this time it went in further. Warmer. Deeper. Soon he was completely sitting on my dick. It was completely inside him and it felt wonderful. I reached up to rub his chest and watched my fingers disappear into his chest hair. My hands slid down over his big hairy belly and I grabbed his meat with both my hands. It was rock hard and warm. He lifted his body up a few inches, then back down, over and over. I felt my dick sliding in and out of him.

He leaned forward and put his tongue in my mouth, my dick still inside of him. His bearded mouth on my neck, kissing and licking. He began to rock slowly, causing me to slide slowly in and out. If this moment never ended it would have been perfectly fine with me. He lifted himself up and off of me. Lay down on the bed beside me.

"Get on top of me," he said, rolling over onto his stomach.

I climbed aboard. I got between his legs and I put my meat into his crack. I felt him pushing against me as I started pushing it into him. He moaned with pleasure as I slid it little by little, deeper and deeper into his ass. It felt better and better with each inch that went in. I had never felt such ecstasy before. I had never fucked a man before. I started humping a little faster. I could feel the heat from his body through my dick. It was so warm, almost hot. I was pushing so hard into him with each stroke, like I wanted my dick to go deeper into him than was even possible. With my left leg I pushed his left leg outward then I put my left hand under his knee and lifted his leg up as high as I could. In this position it seemed like my dick went even further inside him. I started ramming and pounding. Pulling it out, completely out, and shoving it back in, all the way in as deep as I could push it. It was like I couldn't get it in him far enough. He was moaning and groaning so loud I almost didn't hear him say "Whoa. Whoa, stop. You gotta take it a little easier man. That fucking dick of yours is pretty big you know."

"I'm sorry." I said slowing down.

"It's okay," he said. "There. Yeah. Like that. Yeah. That feels perfect."

He was right. It did feel perfect. I fucked. He groaned. I fucked. He moaned. I was licking and biting the back of his neck, fucking, grunting. I kissed his ears and the side of his face. Fucking. Panting. He turned and we managed to kiss while my dick was deep inside of him. Fucking. Fucking. Fucking. Loving.

"Don't you cum yet," he pleaded. "Come up here," he said.

I pulled my dick slowly out of him. Took a quick look at it and was pleased to see that it was clean as a whistle. I lay down beside him. We looked into each other’s eyes and our tongues touched. It was like his mouth was magical. Everything he did with it felt awesome. He kissed my face, my chin, licked my neck. I did the same to him. He climbed up and straddled my chest. His beautiful dick was right there, in my face. He grabbed it with his fat fingers and rubbed it on my lips. I licked. He put it in my mouth. I sucked. He rubbed it on my forehead. His big balls were draping over my mouth and chin. I licked. He rubbed his dick on my eyes, my cheeks. He rubbed it all over my face and I loved it. He slid himself down and laid right on top of me; dick to dick, big hairy belly on my small smooth stomach, big hairy chest and my smooth chest. Face to face, tongue to tongue, we kissed. Passionately. Even more passionately than before, if that is even possible. He sat himself up, straddling my belly, and spit in his left hand. He reached around behind himself and once again I felt him grab my dick and point it into his crack. And like before he worked it slowly, bit by bit, until he was seated firmly on me. He squeezed himself somehow and his ass tightened around my dick. He lifted himself up until only the head of my dick was still in him. He looked into my eyes. He took hold of my hands.

He opened his mouth and he said, "Fuck me baby."

I began to pump upward towards the heavens. He was so tight and warm around my dick. I pumped. He let go of my hands and grabbed his own dick with his right hand and his left hand went up to the ceiling of the cab. I pumped.

"Tell me when you start getting close." he moaned.

I pumped. He stroked. Moaning. Pumping. Groaning.

I looked up at the big hairy animal, "I'm getting close," I grunted.

"Me, too. Oohhh"

"Real close."

"Oooohhhh." his thick white juice came squirting out of his dick, landing on my chest and shoulders, on my stomach. Just when I thought he was drained, it spit some more.

At that very second I began moaning louder. I felt 'me' exploding inside of him as I rammed myself deeper into him. Each pump was like another explosion. Until the exploding stopped. I was spent.

He reached to the side of the bed, still sitting on me, and grabbed a towel. He lifted himself up until my dick fell out of him.

"Wow," he said. "Damn." Collapsing on the bed beside me, "That was the best." He handed me the towel.

"You can say that again," I said.

He repeated it and we both laughed.

"Whataya say we go hit the showers," he suggested. "Then, if you want, we can grab a six pack and have a couple beers."

"That sounds great," I said.

We got dressed and he grabbed his shower bag and two clean towels. He turned off the T.V.

As we walked toward the fuel pumps I noticed someone from my school standing near the cashier booth. He looked my way then quickly turned his head. I wondered if he recognized me. I decided that he probably didn't as we walked through the doors and into the gift shop.

"Excuse me ma'am, where are the showers?" my big hairy gorilla asked the lady behind the counter. Just then it occurred to me that

I didn't even know his name, nor he mine.

"Upstairs and to the right," she said pointing over her shoulder.

Climbing the stairs, "By the way, my name is Ron. What's yours?" I asked.

"John," he answered. "John Long."

"Long, and thick," I laughed. He laughed.

"I'm from Indiana," he said. "Where are you from?"

"I live right here in Phoenix," I answered.

"Really?" as he opened a door that had "TRUCK DRIVERS ONLY" on it. "So what brought you here tonight?"

"I was on my way home and stopped to take a leak and grab a beer," I lied, "and that’s when I saw you, in the bathroom."

"Oh yeah," he interrupted, "we peed next to each other didn't we?"

"Yup, that was me."

"Well," he said, taking off his clothes. "I'm sure glad you stopped to take a piss."

He headed into the shower room and I went to take a piss.

As I entered the shower I saw him looking at my dick. "What are you looking at?" I laughed.

"I'm just watching that big ol' thing slap against your legs when you walk," he laughed.

Lathering up, the soap slipped from my hand, splat, onto the tile floor. I turned and looked at him. He smiled under those big puppy dog eyes of his.

"I'll get that," he said bending over.

****

"That'll be eight dollars, forty-five cents," said the cashier putting the beer into a sack.

On the way back to John's truck I noticed the guy from school was still standing by the fuel pumps. Again he glanced my way, then turned and continued talking to his friend.

We sat in the cab of his truck with the doors open, enjoying the cool night air, and listening to the radio.

"You know what?" he asked.

"I give. What?"

"You are great in the sack," he continued. "I can honestly say I've never had a better time."

Blushing, I replied, "Ditto."

"No," he continued. "I'm serious. I have never been fucked like that before. It was amazing."

The Beatles' "Sexy Sadie" chimed through the trucks door speakers.

"If you want," he said, "you can spend the night with me. There's plenty of room in the bed. How ‘bout it?"

"That sounds great, I’d love to."

We undressed down to our underwear and sat in the cab of John's truck. We talked. Cracked open a couple more beers. Talked. Enjoyed the fresh air. Talked. Listened to music. I couldn't stop looking at his body. All of him. His bearded face. Hairy arms. Fingers. Hairy chest. Big firm round hairy belly. Lips. Legs. I just couldn't stop taking it all in. And I kept noticing he kept looking at me too. That made me feel less awkward about my staring him up and down. We cracked open the last two beers. Talking. Music. Laughing. Looking. Finally yawning.

"You ready to hit the sack," he asked crushing his last beer can.

"Yep, sure am." Crushing my can.

We crawled through the square hole into the sleeper. Peeling off our underwear, he said, "you can have the back of the bed."

We pulled the covers up over our naked bodies and laid there facing each other, nose to nose, our noses actually touching. Looking into each other’s eyes, we started kissing. It wasn't that wild passionate kissing like earlier, but it was still nice and hot, very nice and hot. We almost began round two but we didn't. We lay there nose to nose looking at each other, kissing, laughing. Under the covers, my body was snug up against his hairy body, our dicks hard and poking at each other’s bellies. Smiling. Giggling. Cuddling. Warm. Hair. Hard dicks became soft. Eyes drooping. I slept. He slept. We slept. Together.

****

I awoke in the morning from the sun shining in my eyes. It was coming through a small crack in the curtains on the side wall of the sleeper. I looked to my left and saw John sleeping like a baby. I just watched him for a minute. He looked kind of angelic laying there. I thought of the perfect way to wake him. Trying not to wake him I slipped under the covers. Way under. I picked up his beautiful, completely soft dick and put it in my mouth. Being as still as possible I just laid there with his dick in my mouth and sucked it. Not moving my head, but sucking like a baby would suck on a bottles nipple. After a minute it began to grow. And grow. I pulled it out of my mouth and asked, "Are you awake?"

There was no reply, just a muffled giggle.

"Nope," he smirked, "I'm still asleep."

"Okay." I continued sucking.

"Come up here you big stud you," he said pulling at me. "I'm hungry. You feel like having breakfast with me?"

"I was just having breakfast till you pulled my away," I smiled and watched him stretching his big meaty arms.

"That’s not breakfast," turning towards me onto his side. "That’s dessert. I’m talking about real food in the restaurant."

"Sure, let's go," I answered.

****

The waitress sat two plates on the table, each with two eggs, over medium, bacon, sausage, hash browns and white toast. A large O.J. for him and a large milk for me. As we ate, we talked about the things that we couldn't wait to do to each other. We laughed. We ate. We talked. John paid the bill. He insisted. I left a two dollar tip. We went to the bathroom and stood beside each other at the urinals, once again. Then walked back to his truck.

We climbed into the sleeper and made love, like two wild monkeys, for well over an hour. It was just as good as the first time. Better even. No. That's not possible. Anyway, I gave him my phone number and he promised to call me the next time he traveled through Phoenix. We shared a long, wet, goodbye kiss. I went to my car which was parked on the other side of the building. I got in and I went home. I never heard from John or saw him again.

The next day was the day that I realized that my life would never be the same, ever again. Little did I know that within 24 hours my entire life would change. And that I would soon be saying goodbye to the ‘old me’ and that I would eventually not even remember what the ‘old me’ was like.

I quickly discovered the advantages that come with having a larger than average penis. This is where ‘my story' begins. My search for love, told one sex story at a time. My search for Mr. Right. Who will have these particular features. A larger than average body build, specifically in the belly area. He will most likely be dark complexed. He will probably be hairy. And he will definitely have a beautiful face, with more than likely a sexy button nose.

In other words, he will look exactly like Mr. Wallace. The man in my next story. Which is titled, believe it or not, Mr. Wallace. Oh my God, that was a day I will never forget. Till then, take care and thanks for reading.

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I have written four 'True Erotic Short Stories' (currently working on my fifth). 'Truck Stop' was my first writing, and is the shortest of the four. My stories are publish on the Smashwords website, as a series called 'Adventures of a Well Hung Chubby Chaser'. You can find them at https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/4091

Here is a brief description of my stories:

1) Truck Stop: about the first time I fucked a guy. He was a big hairy chub.
2) Mr. Wallace: about my very first blow job. He was my chubby hairy English teacher.
3) Curry Park: about the best deep throat blow job I ever got. Outdoors in a public park.
4) Tunnel of Love: about my first time with an UNCUT dick. This fat bear really 'docked' my world.