Hank the trucker smiled at me, like he always did. As I entered the truck cab I realized his pants were already long gone, waiting for me while playing with himself to keep hard. The cab smelled like sweat and cigarettes, and my body was already reacting with its usual excitement. I hadn’t seen him in months.

The trucker waved at me, and as the door closed he had already spanned the gap between us, standing in the cabin and leaving his cock for me at face-height. No need for further words or requests. It quickly ended up in my mouth. The taste of his musk and sweat faded as I lapped at the shaft and swirled the head with my tongue, wondering if anyone besides me had the pleasure of his cock. Inch by inch, I worked myself further in, bending over in the passenger seat to get as much of it as I could. Thank god the windows were tinted.

“That’s it, what a good boy...” Hank growled, his hips arcing forward to fit a few more inches of his cock down my throat. As I moaned in compliance, I felt one of his hands free itself from my scalp, sticking his grimy fingers in my mouth, coating them with my spit and his precum. The taste of cigarettes lingered, and I hated how much I loved it.

Hank chuckled, moving to my ass and gently shoving past my pants and underwear, a single wet finger pressing against my hole. My body tensed, making Hank fuck my mouth harder, his pushing, making me press myself against his digit. He growled again, making clockwise circles as he dug his way inside.

“You want this pussy fingered, boy?” He grunted, my eyes moving past his bush to match his, trying with everything I could to open up and let him inside. My body was screaming, and more than anything, I wanted to touch myself. I needed him inside of me, even if it was only his fingers. The look I gave him was enough, and I could feel Hank’s gritty, thick fingers exploring me while his cock continued its barrage down my throat.

Wet, gurgled moans escaped my throat, or at least tried, while he went to the second knuckle, expertly twitching his hand to hit every spot. I felt myself moving into him more, taking in even more before another finger joined in. My sucking became more frantic, snot shooting out of my nostrils as I desperately tried to keep breathing, but accidentally taking in more of his manly musk, my nose buried into his bush and grinding against the skin behind it.

“That’s it… good boy. Just like that. I’m gonna claim this throat! FUCK-”

My mouth reached the base of his cock, my throat totally full as I tried to keep myself sane, Hank placing his free hand behind my head to keep me there. His dick pulsed and tensed, and with a roar he unloaded in me, making me swallow his seed, his fingers going in me as far as they could go, like some animal being held captive. My cock, with the little pressure provided from my shorts, shot ropes the moment after he did, making me buckle in place and fall limp in his grasp.

Hank laughed, pulling out his spent cock from my throat, letting me catch my breath. After a few moments, he provided me an old cum towel, letting me clean up my mess as I collapsed in the passenger seat, body still tingling from what had just happened.

“Good job, boy.” Hank said with a sigh, sitting on the driver’s seat like he always did. “I’ll text ya next time I come through town.”