[SPARE TIRE]
Cole was in the middle of a provincial highway when his car tire gave up on him. He went out trying to look for a tire shop, but immediately realized he was in the middle of the road sandwiched by thick clusters of trees.
It was getting dark and still there were not many cars who were passing by the area. None of those that actually passed stopped by to help him.
He was already resigning to calling his wife to fetch him, when a 10 wheeler truck with cargo stopped by him.
The driver peeped and asked, "what happened?"
"Flat tire!" Cole shouted back.
"You're in luck," he said, "I just got a bunch of spare parts from my friend. Let me see if there's something for you at the back."
Cole sighed in relief. At least he was still going to make it to his meeting.
The truck parked in front of him. The driver jumped out of the large vehicle.
Cole gasped when he saw the man was wearing only black boxers.
"I'm sorry. My aircon broke. It's a long ride so I decided to take out my clothes to feel cooler," the driver spoke.
Cole shook his head, "no worries. I understand. And besides. There's nothing you need to be worried about really. You're built man."
He laughed, "yeah. I do a lot of lifting in my shop." Then he checked Cole's car.
The trucker opened the back of the cargo. There were a lot of spare car parts inside. The man disappeared inside the clutter.
He emerged out of the cargo with a tire on each hand. "Let's see if this'll work."
The man brought the tires beside the car and inquired, "jack?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't bring mine today," Cole apologized.
The trucker smirked and tapped Cole's face, "wow. You are sure one dashing driver in distress."
Cole blushed.
The driver went back to his truck and came back with a jack. He did the tire installation.
Cole was weirded out with himself why he would steal glances at the hard muscles of the driver as he flexed through the tire replacement process.
"Well, that does it," the trucker dismissed as he finished.
"Thank you so much for this! How can I repay you?" Cole exclaimed.
The hunky driver walked to him and touched his hardening crotch, "well... I saw you checking me out while I was working your car. Want to work me up as well as a token of gratitude?"
"I-I am not gay," Cole retorted stuttering.
"Didn't say you were. You asked for repayment, I gave you my answer. It's been a long travel for me so far. I need release," the trucker explained seductively, "and it's not like you don't like it. Come on. Suck my cock."
Then the man held Cole's shoulders and pushed him to his knees
The driver skinned off his boxers in the middle of the road and released his big cock.
Without hesitation, Cole sucked on the large dick with gusto. The smell of oil, tires and sweat consumed him.
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