This story follows on from my Channel crossing tale. I ride a BMW 1200 sports tourer motorbike and have an adventurous element in my persona that likes to explore, so last autumn I set off to Europe from England. I left Calais behind me and headed on the AutoRoute towards Ostend and Brugge. I had left Calais in the late afternoon and the clouds were gathering. It would be just my luck if the heavens opened and I got soaked before getting to my first stopover in Brussels.
I quickly clocked up 60kms and the rain began to fall, lightly at first but then it became heavier and I could feel my bike leathers begin to feel damp where the water was finding its way through the seams. Another 30kms and I was feeling wet & miserable so decided to pull off at the next truck stop services just before the Ostend-Brugge interchange to get a coffee and dry out.
When I pulled in to the truck stop there were a lot of continental articulated lorries parked up, presumably for the night. I picked up my travel bag from the bike & went to the Café and got myself a coffee. Inside the Café was the usual mix of travellers, families, sales reps and truck drivers. I downed my coffee and went to the gent’s loos to change my tee shirt and dry off a little. When entering there were few people about and I went to the end sink and stripped off to my waist, had a wash and started to towel off.
A well-built muscled black guy came in to the washroom and took a place 2 sinks up from me. He took off his jacket and pulled his top off and began to wash. I took him to be a truck driver. He was about 6ft tall and as he took his tee shirt off he revealed a toned athletic body. He turned to me and began saying something in French. I picked up part of it which translated mentioned the rain and the motorbike. I replied in broken French and he understood that I was English and immediately began speaking my own language. I thanked him saying that my French was limited to which he laughed.
We carried on washing and I would take glances at his very sexy body. He had a muscled chest and an amazing bubble butt too. His trackie bottoms left little to the imagination and you could see the definition of a nice package. I took him to be in his 30’s and he had that natural physical beauty that some black guys have, a fine cut jaw, flashing eyes and bright white teeth, full lips, wide shoulders tapering down to a slim waist. He glimpsed my way now and again, smiling whilst continuing to wash himself. I changed into a dry tee shirt and began collecting my things together. It was still raining so I decided to stop for a meal at the Truck Stop café.
I chose a hot meal from the self-service and found an unoccupied table. Shortly after sitting down my black trucker friend came across with his supper tray and asked if he could join me. I beckoned him to sit down and we ate and exchanged names, he was called Ben, short for Bernarde and more chit chat followed. Where was I from? Where was I going? As we finished our meal Ben said he had some brandy in his lorry cab and did I care to join him for a night cap. He was parked up for the night and it was clear that the rain wasn’t going to ease, so I accepted his offer and followed him out to his truck.
As Ben climbed into the cab his trackie bottoms slid down over his beautiful butt clearly revealing that he wore no underwear. There was a treasure trail of dark hair disappearing into the cleft of those bubble buttocks. I followed him into what was a spacious cab and the curtains were closed and his night heater was working well. Ben suggested I make myself comfortable and take my jacket off. He hinted that my wet bike leathers would dry better if I took them off and he could hang them over the heater to dry. If you have ever tried to remove damp bike leathers they have a tendency to cling to you like a limpet, so Ben assisted in pulling my trousers off and as he did so he found that this biker likes to ride his bike commando. The sight off Ben climbing into his cab had already got me aroused and he moved his hand up to my groin and gave my cock a tight squeeze. With another tug the leathers were off and I sat there in just a tee shirt. Bens hand went under the tee shirt tweaking my nipples and with one swift move he had it removed over my head and his mouth went down onto my nipple. He then made a wet tongue trail down my chest over my abdomen and his mouth engorged around my by now rock hard cock.
Bens hand pushed my body back across the sleeper bunk and he spread my legs apart so his tongue could tease the inside of my thighs. His mouth went back and forth from my cock to my nipples and then to my armpits eventually travelling across to my mouth with a prolonged dip kiss. Those full black lips covering my mouth and Ben’s tongue probing deeply. This guy was getting me off big time.
This sexual investigation with his mouth and tongue continued and became more passionate and urgent. Ben then backed off, sitting up and spun me over so I was face down on the bunk. He then lay across me and began nibbling and biting my ear, neck and shoulders. I melted under his attentions and he travelled down my back, nibbling and sucking, tongue trailing until he reached my ass. He lifted my hips and pulled my cock back underneath me so he could suck it and he put both my balls in to his mouth swirling his tongue around. The roughness of his tongue on my balls and cock head was sending me into raptures. He then removed his tongue and pulled my buttocks wide apart and his tongue moved down the crevice until he found my hole. His tongue darted in and out of my ring, crossing back and forth, probing, licking, and invading. It was becoming clear what this guy wanted and he intended to get it. My buttocks were pulled wide apart and his face went ever deeper between them, Ben’s tongue penetrating even further. This continued for several minutes until he came up for air letting out a loud gasp and saying something in French.
Ben began fingering my hole, first one finger, then two, pumping in and out stretching me. He reached for a small bag on a shelf in the cab and produced some lube and began applying it to my now open hole. I turned my head around to see that Ben had removed his top and trackies and the sight of that hot body, broad shoulders, muscled torso and narrow waist had me in awe. His sexual attractiveness was overwhelming. He smiled at me licking his lips and I could see him working his cock with his left hand. He was every bit of 8 inches, on the thick side, trimmed with big heavy balls.
Ben lubed his cock, positioned it at my hole and worked it up and down and in a circular movement, loosening my hole for one last time. He began to push into me and I could feel myself being stretched wide. He paused for a moment and then proceeded to break through my resisting entrance. With another push he had entered me and I shuddered as my hole was invaded by this guys thick meaty cock. Ben then grabbed my hips and drove down into my bowel. I could feel myself being filled by his hot throbbing cock. I wanted to squeeze him back out but Ben maintained the pressure and began a slow thrusting movement, each time moving deeper within me until I could feel the bristles of his trimmed pubes rubbing against my ass.
This guy had taken what he wanted and he was now going to fuck me. He was sensitive at first, sliding back and forth in slow sensual movements, but he began picking up the pace, thrusting in to me more urgently and with more power. I could feel the truck cab rocking as he pistoned in and out of my manhole. He laid down on top of me humping in and out holding my hips down. Every so often he would almost withdraw to the point that he was all but outside of me, only to plunge deeper back into me, setting my bowels on fire with his urgent animalistic thrusts. As he humped my ass he bit at my neck and earlobes, wrapping his arms around me and pumping deep and hard. I could feel Ben’s meaty cock fill me completely with each onslaught. He was sweating heavily and I could feel the wetness of his perspiration dripping on to my back. Ben picked up speed and the heat and intensity of this guys thick cock creating friction in my insides had my own cock leaking. I felt Ben lift off away from my back and thrust into my manhole violently feeling him even more deeply. It was then I felt a different heat, something coating my insides in pulses. Ben made further thrusts, each one prolonged, and then a pause before another deep invasion. He eventually collapsed on top of me breathing heavily, working his softening cock in and out of me until he slipped out, rolling on to his side beside me. A warm trickle oozed from my wrecked hole.
Ben lay there panting, regaining his breath. I felt a sexual sensation throughout my body. A physical exhaustion without being tired. A dull throbbing ache in my bowel. As I lay there Ben moved behind me, pulled my buttocks apart, and began tonguing my battered hole. Long slow strokes in and around my hole and down the inside of my legs. He then reached underneath me and took my leaking cock in his mouth and sucked and bobbed his head up and down swirling that talented tongue that he had. I was so close to shooting due to the fucking that I had just experienced that it only took a few minutes for me to explode my load into Ben’s mouth and he took all that I gave him. We both lay there satisfied and nodded off. Ben woke me a few hours later. He suggested a shower at the truckers showers before he had to move out with his truck. Who could say no to an invitation like that……..and what happened in the showers is another story! |
