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Group: They Took My Ass and My Keys (1/6)
47 votesAuthor: teddybear62 Published: 7/26/2006 story views: 9207
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They Took My Ass and My Keys
A fictional story by
Theo
Kevin was unusually restless this evening. Delivering RV’s from state to state wasn’t an easy task and could at times be boring. Knowing that restlessness could quickly turn to boredom, he knew it was time to pull over and get something to eat and sleep for the night. Within one half of an hour, he spotted a truck stop. Thinking of a hot meal, he pulled the thirty five-foot diesel pusher in between two big rigs.
Walking into the restaurant, and seeing all the big-bellied truckers, Kevin knew what his restlessness was. Ordering his food to go, he began to feel stirring a little farther down than his stomach. Looking at all the big bellies covered by tight stretched tee shirts was making him hungry for more than the greasy fried chicken he had ordered. Disappointed that he was too nervous to make any moves, he trudged back to the R.V. and resigned himself to bad food, a quick jerk off, and some restless sleep.
Sitting at the table with just his shorts on, and the light from his small laptop, Kevin hadn’t noticed that the original truck on the passenger side was gone and another one was pulling in. He did however, notice when a big behemoth of a man jumped down from the cab. With an audible sigh, Kevin could only stare at the huge trucker standing by his rig. He must have been at least 6'6" and real close to the 350-pound mark. The lights from the parking lot allowed him to see a pair of dark, deep-set eyes, peering out from a face almost entirely covered by a thick, bushy, black, beard.
Catching one of his dark eyes, the trucker nodded and said hello to Kevin. Still, in awe of this massive man, he was only able to manage a quick nod back.
"Shit! I can smell that chicken all the way over here. Man. I’m fuckin’ hungry. C’MON MUD," the big man yelled at some unseen entity. Just as he roared his command, another equally, if not large man loomed around the side of the rig.
Not knowing where the nerve came from, Kevin spoke.
"You’re more than welcome to some of my chicken. There’s plenty."
"I don’t think you got enough to satisfy us two big fuckers," he said, patting his stomach, then reaching over and patting his partners, equally good-sized belly.
Kevin just smiled and watched as the two giants lumbered away.
Not more than ten minutes had passed when Kevin heard a loud rapping on the side of the R.V. Engrossed in the DVD he was watching. He nearly flew out of his seat. Looking out the window, he could see the two big guys standing there.
"Hey buddy," the driver said, grinning and holding up a bag. Kevin could see through his bushy ‘stache that he was missing a front tooth.
"Mind if we join ya? Be nice to sit on a comfy seat and eat." Kevin was about to answer, when the big man named Mud, held up another large bag.
Speaking for the first time, he said, "Yeah, we got some beer here too. Figured you could use one or two."
"Sure," Kevin watched as the two guys entered, heads lowered so not to knock themselves out on anything. The driver walked over to the table, set his food down and stuck out a huge hand.
A fictional story by
Theo
Kevin was unusually restless this evening. Delivering RV’s from state to state wasn’t an easy task and could at times be boring. Knowing that restlessness could quickly turn to boredom, he knew it was time to pull over and get something to eat and sleep for the night. Within one half of an hour, he spotted a truck stop. Thinking of a hot meal, he pulled the thirty five-foot diesel pusher in between two big rigs.
Walking into the restaurant, and seeing all the big-bellied truckers, Kevin knew what his restlessness was. Ordering his food to go, he began to feel stirring a little farther down than his stomach. Looking at all the big bellies covered by tight stretched tee shirts was making him hungry for more than the greasy fried chicken he had ordered. Disappointed that he was too nervous to make any moves, he trudged back to the R.V. and resigned himself to bad food, a quick jerk off, and some restless sleep.
Sitting at the table with just his shorts on, and the light from his small laptop, Kevin hadn’t noticed that the original truck on the passenger side was gone and another one was pulling in. He did however, notice when a big behemoth of a man jumped down from the cab. With an audible sigh, Kevin could only stare at the huge trucker standing by his rig. He must have been at least 6'6" and real close to the 350-pound mark. The lights from the parking lot allowed him to see a pair of dark, deep-set eyes, peering out from a face almost entirely covered by a thick, bushy, black, beard.
Catching one of his dark eyes, the trucker nodded and said hello to Kevin. Still, in awe of this massive man, he was only able to manage a quick nod back.
"Shit! I can smell that chicken all the way over here. Man. I’m fuckin’ hungry. C’MON MUD," the big man yelled at some unseen entity. Just as he roared his command, another equally, if not large man loomed around the side of the rig.
Not knowing where the nerve came from, Kevin spoke.
"You’re more than welcome to some of my chicken. There’s plenty."
"I don’t think you got enough to satisfy us two big fuckers," he said, patting his stomach, then reaching over and patting his partners, equally good-sized belly.
Kevin just smiled and watched as the two giants lumbered away.
Not more than ten minutes had passed when Kevin heard a loud rapping on the side of the R.V. Engrossed in the DVD he was watching. He nearly flew out of his seat. Looking out the window, he could see the two big guys standing there.
"Hey buddy," the driver said, grinning and holding up a bag. Kevin could see through his bushy ‘stache that he was missing a front tooth.
"Mind if we join ya? Be nice to sit on a comfy seat and eat." Kevin was about to answer, when the big man named Mud, held up another large bag.
Speaking for the first time, he said, "Yeah, we got some beer here too. Figured you could use one or two."
"Sure," Kevin watched as the two guys entered, heads lowered so not to knock themselves out on anything. The driver walked over to the table, set his food down and stuck out a huge hand.
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| Lustfultwink | Posted: 2006/7/28 15:10 Updated: 2006/7/28 15:10 |
Unzipped   Joined: 2005/8/19 From: Queen City Posts: 115 |
 Hot story!Loved the story. Although I would have never tried to leave. Is that bad?
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| iheartmadonna | Posted: 2006/7/26 15:38 Updated: 2006/7/26 15:38 |
Unzipped  Joined: 2006/6/27 From: yonkers, ny Posts: 94 |
yum! let's see some more!
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