HB-508 Trucker Bone

FOREWORD

Mike picked him up on Route 49, heading East.

They now lay crotch to face, in the classic sixty-nine position on a bed in a shabby motel room.

“Take it all, Mike. I want my cock stuffing your throat!” Bill barked, as his own mouth closed over Mike’s massive eleven-incher.

Mike groaned against Bill’s cock, and started to suck on it, with powerful motions, his tongue sweeping lavishly around and around Bill’s gorgeous prick. He grasped the raging phallus at the hairy base, and bobbed up and down on the thick man stick, each sucking motion burying more of Bill’s peter in his mouth.

He felt the man’s prick pressing against the entrance to his throat. He swallowed hard, reversing the gag process, and felt the raging cock head spreading the walls of his throat.

He was going to give Bill a ride for his money!

Bill sucked in Mike’s prick. Mike started to go wild on Bill’s fuck stick as he felt his cock buried deep in the warm, moist oral cavern of Bill’s mouth. Bill’s tongue pried into his piss slit, sucking up the come juices which poured from his come slit.

Mike started to hump Bill’s mouth, driving his cock deeper and deeper into Bill’s throat. He felt Bill’s rippling throat muscles grip his cock head and massage his throbbing head.

His balls churned up a heavy load of searing man juice.

Mike closed his eyes and slammed his face inward, capturing all of Bill’s ten inches deep in his throat. His throat closed in around the pulsing cock head, and he inhaled deeply of Bill’s manly fragrance.

Then he felt Bill’s cock swell in his mouth, and prepared to swallow his steaming jizz.

He moaned as he felt Mike’s prick swell in his mouth. His tongue moved faster around his raging shaft as he waited for the ultimate moment, the pinnacle of his pleasure.