No Rest for the Weary

I’d never been in a sleeper cab before and I was taken aback by how much room it afforded. He slipped off his pants and boxers and lay back on the bed’s pillows, the weight of his large stomach spreading to his sides. He opened his legs and stroked his cock with his fingers. He wasn’t particularly long, but his girth was really impressive, as were his huge hairy balls. I knelt beside the bed and took his dick in my hand, slowly rubbing the head. I squeezed out some precum and rubbed my finger in circles around the tip of his head, a string of it forming between my fingertip and his slit as I lifted my finger off his cock. I lowered my head and took him into my mouth. He must have been on the road all day – his cock and balls smelled and tasted of sweat – but it didn’t bother me; I was swept up by the wonderful feeling of having a dick in my mouth again.

He put his hands on the either side of my head, his chunky fingers gripping tightly as he moved my head up and down.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he grunted. “Suck my fucking cock you slut!” His movements became quicker and more forceful as his cock slid in and out. He seemed to like rough blowjobs, so I pretended to gag on his cock.

“Mmmmm, fuck yeah, gag on my dick you fucking whore!” he said as my fake gags grew louder and more frequent The sound of it egged him on, making him ram my head up and down even faster and harder, drool spilling out of the corners of my mouth.