Totally Trucked: An M/m Opposites Attract Age Gap Romance Read online

  I buck into my palm, sending strings of hot white come spraying onto the dashboard.

  Sharp breaths escape me as my orgasm knocks me against the seat.

  I want to suck the cock so fucking bad.

  But I can’t.

  Not yet.

  Not until my route takes me back to Bear Springs next week.

  2

  Logan

  The next week

  I untie the apron and hang it in the backroom.

  My head spins with orders, angry customers, and a stream hamburgers and fries that never seems to end.

  All I want to do is climb into bed, bury myself in my pillow and snuggle with Tobias.

  If Forest weren’t my ride home today, I would’ve been long gone.

  Forest steps into the backroom with an exasperated look in his eyes. “Fuck, dude. I thought we’d be off by now.”

  “It’s fine.” I’m annoyed and grumpy, but I don’t want to upset my friend. I’ve dealt with endless nights before as a server, so this is nothing new. I’ll keep my annoyance to myself.

  Forest sees right through my ploy. After shedding his apron, he looks me in the eyes. “Look, I know this isn’t the best night, but I promise I’ll never drag you in if Becca calls off again.”

  A groan escapes me. “It’s fine, dude. I’m happy to cover for her.”

  “You look pissed.”

  Leave it to my best friend to see right through my lies. “Well, a little. But I’d rather lose a little sleep than for Becca to have an accident on her shift. She shouldn’t be working right now.”

  Forest nods and wipes his forehead. “She needs the money. It’s not her fault she’s ten months pregnant and the man fucking left.”

  “Fuckin’ bastard,” I groan, following Forest out the door. I wave goodbye to Betty, my sassy boss, and Mary Beth, the dishwasher who never ceases smiling while doing a thankless job.

  Mary Beth shoots me a wink, and I snort and let her know for the hundredth time I’m not available to date her nephew Max.

  He’s nineteen, shy, and apparently the only other gay in this town.

  It’s a running joke between us that she wants me to date her nephew, but I’m not interested.

  I have other men on my mind. Or at least other mouths.

  I have mouths that belong to other men on my mind.

  This, I don’t tell Mary Beth.

  We head to the parking lot. Cool March air whips my hair, and I close my eyes to savor it.

  I like the feeling after the heat of the diner.

  Forest leads me to the car and we slide into the canvas seats, and he starts the car to begin the journey home.

  “Hey.” He turns to me as we pull out of the diner and onto Sheridan Avenue, the busiest street in Bear Springs and also the fastest way home. “I’m sorry for dragging you there again. It’s not fair to make you work on your only night off.”

  “It’s okay.” It’s definitely not okay, but Forest is my friend and he’s the closest thing I have to a brother. I’d do anything for him.

  “I’ll make it up to you.”

  I snort. “It’s fine. I’m a little sweaty, but I can handle an extra shift every now and then.”

  “What if we pop in the new Spiderman movie?” Forest grins as he says this.

  I shoot him a death glare. “You better not be lying.”

  “Not lying. I’ll make butter popcorn and that hot cocoa you like. It’ll be a perfect way to relax after a shitty afternoon.”

  My heart warms instantly. “Oh my God, yes. But if you screw me over, I’m never covering for you again.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

  It’s like a weight has been lifted off my chest. Popcorn? Spiderman? Tom Holland, whose glorious uncut dick I’ve totally seen in the not-so-secret nudes that leaked online?

  The stress of the afternoon fades to the wings at once.

  Except suddenly, Forest jolts the car out of the road and pulls into a parking lot. I shoot him a puzzled glance. “I thought we were heading home.”

  “We are,” Forest explains with a guilty look. “But I’m about to piss my fucking pants, and if I don’t pull in here, I’m going to have an accident.”

  I flit my gaze out the window. My heart stops when I see it’s the truck stop.

  The Truck n’ Munch.

  It rises out of the darkness like a beacon. The parking lot is mostly empty. The only vehicle there is a massive rig parked in the far end of the lot.

  Thoughts of the mystery mouth immediately rush back into my mind.

  Oh Jesus.

  I turn to Forest with a glare. “Why didn’t you go at the restaurant? Betty has a wonderful bathroom.”

  “Because you looked like you wanted to kill me,” Forest shouts as he rushes out of the car and slams the door behind him. “I wanted to get you out of there before you lost it.”

  Forest shoots me an apologetic glance and darts through the doors.

  As annoyed as I am, I can’t fault the guy for needing to pee.

  Come to think of it, I’ve gotta pee too.

  I unstrap my seat belt and follow Forest in.

  Jax

  “Bastard,” I grumble, sliding my phone away. Reluctantly, I resign myself to the fact I’ll never catch a Pokémon again.

  It’s been forty-five minutes I’ve been sitting ass-down on the cracked seat of the last stall in the Truck n’ Munch bathroom, waiting for my mystery man.

  Last week, when Jonah informed me I was returning to Bear Springs, I pictured myself sucking off this dude a little quicker. Pop in, pop out. Just like last time.

  He came, he saw, he came again.

  What I certainly didn’t expect was a goddamn forty-five minute wait.

  With my expectations of a hot fast suck shattered, twenty minutes ago, I pulled out my phone in the hopes of catching some Pokémon to pass the time, but this only irritated me further.

  How can you spin the Pokestop that many times, and not even catch a fuckin’ Magikarp?

  Little orange bastard.

  “Catch ‘em all, my ass.” I pocket my phone. “I’m too old for this shit. I can’t even catch one.”

  I cross my arms and settle further into the seat. I decide to delete that addictive game the second I get back to my rig.

  As I comb through the series of choices that led to spending my Friday night waiting at a glory hole, the road I travelled today flashes before my eyes — a sister highway of I-35N, the fastest way to Bear Springs.

  It’s long and hard.

  Like the stranger’s perfect cock.

  This road unfurls in my mind until I’m about to fall the fuck asleep behind my imaginary wheel.

  The mystery man’s sure taking his sweet ass time.

  It’s like he doesn’t even realize I’m the one doing him a favor.

  I swallow his children, and he doesn’t even have to reciprocate.

  It’s a deal I’d certainly take, if I wasn’t so goddamn desperate to suck him off.

  “If he doesn’t swing by in the fifteen minutes, I’ll call it a night.”

  That’s when two people suddenly enter the bathroom and force me to eat my fucking words on the goddamn spot.

  I scoot off the toilet seat and press my ear to the stall door to listen. Yes, two people alright.

  One zips in and immediately breaks for the urinals.

  His belt buckle rustles, then the zipper. The pissing sound lets me know he’s started to pee.

  But the second person pauses as he enters the bathroom. He shuffles to the left, then back to where he started near the sinks.

  I sigh in defeat. Neither of these people are my much-pined for mystery man.

  I’m on the verge of yanking up my khakis and calling it a night when suddenly the indecisive person breaks past the urinals and heads straight into the stall next to me, locking the door and settling into the seat.

  My breath hitches. I turn towards the glory hole, squinting in anticipation.


  Is it the mystery man? If so, my wait has been worthwhile.

  Yet at the same time it could be anyone else.

  A passing trucker.

  A man with a case of explosive diarrhea who doesn’t want to unleash in front of his pissing friend.

  Even in a small town like Bear Springs, searching for one man out of hundreds is a fool’s game, and the odds are stacked against me.

  I sigh in defeat, turning away from the glory hole. If it was the mystery man, he would’ve alerted me to his presence by now. It’s not him. And I don’t exactly want to stay put in the stall while the stranger shits.

  This Friday night is “shitty” enough without a stranger using the bathroom next to me.

  I’m on the verge of throwing open the door and heading to wash my hands at the sinks when I hear it.

  It’s so fucking soft I almost miss it entirely.

  The three light taps, followed by a soft, inquisitive, “Lookin’ to suck?”

  It sends me to my goddamn knees.

  I tap three times on the stall and settle onto the floor. “Yeah,” I rasp, bringing my lips to the dark hole and wetting my tongue.

  Yeah, I fuckin’ want it. If you’re who I think you are, I’ve been craving you since November.

  How could you abandon me for such a long goddamn time?

  The man on the other side of the stall takes a sharp breath. His belt buckle rustles, and a rough swoosh lets me know he’s tugged his pants to his knees.

  He inches closer to the glory hole, and a wave of musk washes over me, heading straight to my veins.

  “Fuck,” I murmur, licking my lips like the greedy slut I am.

  He better not chicken out. Oh sweet Jesus no. He’s taking such a long goddamn time.

  Just when I think he’s going to chicken out and head back to his friend at the stalls he lets out a throaty huff and slides his cock through the hole.

  I register the thick shaft, the bead of pre-come dripping down the head, and the freckle on the tip.

  It’s the same. The exact same motherfucking cut cock of my dreams.

  “Oh God.” I can’t hold back a second longer.

  I rush towards the cock and attack it, letting out a greedy grunt as I swallow it whole.

  It glides down my throat, rubbing against the roof of my mouth, emitting drops of pre-come that I lap up like I’m fucking dying of thirst.

  I swallow the sweaty droplets from his cockhead in needy gulps, and the mystery man lets out a feral moan and bucks harder, desperately penetrating this greedy fucking slut hole that’s opened on the other side of the stall.

  I swish my tongue along the underbelly of his shaft, stimulating every goddamn inch of flesh, determined to suck him to the last motherfucking drop.

  But it’s not enough. He’s using me but it’s not satisfying me.

  I need more. So much fucking more.

  I want this mystery man screaming and crying as he fights the urge to sandblast my parched slut throat before relenting and busting his pungent nut so fucking violently it contaminates my goddamn lungs.

  I know what I have to do. Ball play. Last time, I didn’t play with the stranger’s balls. But that’s going to change today.

  With the perfect cock in my mouth, I tug his thick full balls through the hole, fondling and massaging them, coaxing the come from them.

  The stranger’s adorable moans radiate throughout the bathroom, causing my heart to race.

  On a whim, I pull the delicious cock from my mouth and replace it with his balls, popping the swollen balls into my mouth and sucking the rumpled sack.

  The ball sack loosens in my mouth, and I inhale the stranger’s musk that mingles with the salt of his skin, stimulating every fucking sensory organ in my body.

  I’m so fucking greedy.

  I wish I could rim him, but my tongue won’t stretch past his taint.

  This goddamn fucking glory hole. I want to rip it in two so I can taste the stranger’s ass.

  Suddenly, the cock spasms. It snaps me out of my daze.

  With a greedy grunt, I remove his balls from my mouth and slam the cock down my throat fucking hard, gagging as it thrusts against my tonsils and the back of my throat.

  Spit flies from my mouth, spilling down my chin and puddling on the floor.

  Pre-come oozes from the throbbing tip, triggering my gag reflex but I don’t fucking care.

  The cock thickens in my mouth, expanding and preparing its offering, releasing pre-come as I gag and suck and fucking beg for every goddamn drop until it’s no longer fucking if but when. His release is upon him. It’s up to me to take him over the edge.

  “Now.”

  The stranger moans at my harsh command.

  He lets out a feral cry and empties himself inside me.

  The perfect cock throbs as it shoots load after load into my parched slut throat, and I grunt greedily and let the come shoot, spraying in hot pungent spurts.

  When he finishes shooting I swirl the thick protein-rich spunk around my mouth, desperate to taste every fucking drop before his friend calls him back.

  This could be the last chance I have to swallow his perfect come, and I have to make the most of it, even if it kills me.

  “Fuck,” the man whispers, his voice soft and innocent as he finishes filling me with his seed. “Jesus Christ.”

  I snort at his adorable choice of words. He sounds so damn innocent and inexperienced.

  But for fuck’s sake, I’m not fuckin’ Jesus.

  Even though I’m wetter than a grown man swimming naked in the Red Sea.

  Suddenly, a voice fills the room. “Hey. Are you coming?” It’s the man from the urinals, the mystery guy’s friend.

  The stranger’s body tenses. “Yeah, yeah,” the stranger mumbles in response.

  In one quick motion, he removes his cock from the glory hole and says something unintelligible to me. Fabric rustles. Three quick taps later, he thanks me and leaves.

  The second he’s gone I fucking gasp and study the damage, glancing at my shirt and jeans.

  “Motherfucker,” I grunt, running my fingers over the still-hot streaks of spunk on my t-shirt. He fuckin’ used me all right.

  He came. He saw. He conquered my parched throat and marked me.

  Call it trucker’s intuition, but I’ll bet my left ass cheek this isn’t the last time I see this man or swallow his seed.

  3

  Jax

  May

  “Fine, you can go back to Bear Springs. But stop for a single goddamn duck and consider your ass fired.”

  I play back Jonah’s words as I step on the gas and follow the familiar sister highway of I-35N to Bear Springs.

  Jonah was chill as fuck letting me return to this verdant land, as long as I didn’t run into another duck parade.

  I’m guessing he passed out memos to the woodland anitadae populations in the area, because I haven’t seen so much as a quackling. Err, duckling.

  The point is I haven’t needed to stop for ducks, and I get to deliver this load of medical device parts to the manufacturing company up North on time.

  But Jonah has no idea why I really want to head back to Bear Springs.

  He’d probably blow his fuckin’ gasket if he did, or at least nip my plans in the balls.

  Sucking gorgeous randos you can’t get out of your mind for months off at truck stops isn’t the best reason to request a route change, but what Jonah doesn’t ask, Jax doesn’t tell.

  As long as a duck doesn’t “quack” up my plans, I’ll get this load delivered on the dot, and have plenty of personal time to suck cock.

  Just the thought of the mystery cock has me hard as a rock.

  “Fuck.” I palm my hardness through my jeans.

  My mind flashes to the last time I met the guy in the stalls.

  I can’t believe how much time has passed — Two whole months.

  Two long, hard, never-ending months of endless arousal that hasn’t gone away no matter how many times
I bust.

  Safe to say I’m obsessed.

  My only relief from my crushing obsession is the fact that I’d told the Big Rig Discord chat about my problems.

  The Big Rig is a group of LGBT+ truckers from across the USA.

  We share hookup spots, boyfriend developments, and all the latest HGTV home-reno gossip.

  I’d put their advice about various Grindr hotspots to use when I was single, but when I got a boyfriend, I stopped messaging my friends.

  But that changed after I met the mystery cock.

  Juicy Jasper, Lickin’ Lucas and Big Riggs are three of the men I’d confided in.

  Lucas is a 6’0” wild guy with a love of hot public sex.

  For a moviestar-handsome trucker who lives life in the “pass” lane, you wouldn’t expect him to know a lick about relationships, but when I confided in him about my waiter ex who cheated on me for months, I was shocked to discover his advice was bar none.

  Jasper clocks in at 6’1”.

  At twenty, he’s the youngest member of the group, and has a mop full of blond hair and glistening blue eyes that’d take my breath away, if he was my type.

  As the sassy one, he’s quick with a joke and isn’t afraid to punch back.

  Rumor has it he has a secret thing for Jonah, but he fuckin’ denies it at every turn.

  Riggs is the last member of the group.

  Riggs is 6’4” and tatted to the motherfucking hilt.

  He drives a rig with flames on the side.

  Though he’s a total badass and doesn’t let something so fuckin’ pathetic as a duck family slow him down, he has a sweet, sensitive side beneath his bad boy bullshit, though it takes a little diggin’ to find.

  Luckily, Riggs, Jasper and Lucas happen to message at this very moment, so I pull into a rest stop and whip open the Discord chat to respond.

  Juicy Jasper: Please tell us you have a new development in the case of the mystery cock. I know you’ve been back a couple times since the last meetup, but I need to know if you’ve run across your one true cock again

  Lickin’ Lucas: IKR. I’m havin’ a goddamn dry spell over here. I’m living vicariously through you, asshole. If you don’t have any developments in the case of the mystery dick, I’m going to lose my shit