Jessie didn’t bother putting his shirt on when he left his M..

Jessie didn’t bother putting his shirt on when he left his MMA gym, all he cared about was getting home and fucking his wife. He been so fucking horny. He knew however that he needed to stop and get gas before he could head home. Jessie was glad he was still wearing a tight jockstrap under his shorts, from the MMA practice, when he got out of his truck. His truck was all rigged up with big wheels that required him to jump in and out of the cab. He knows what people say about short guys that drove trucks like that but he really didn’t care. Yes, Jessie often thought, he was one of those short, tattooed, redneck guys. His shorts hung low on his lean waist showing off his smooth torso and the deep v cuts of his lower flat stomach that disappeared into his shorts. His tattoos and unshaven face made him look intimidating and tough. Jessie paid at the pump and lifted the hose and put it into the tank when he noticed a car pulling up to the pump behind him. The guy nodded his head toward Jessie. Jessie in return nodded and turned his attention back to the pump. He kept having the feeling he was being watched. Every time he turned he noticed the older man smiling at him while filling up his own car. “Nice trucks you have,” the man said. “Thanks,” Jessie grunted back. He wasn’t in the mood for a conversation. He suddenly felt underdressed in his shorts. “Good mileage,” the man moved closer to the truck. “It's decent. It gets the work done,” Jessie wishes the tank would fill quicker as the man moved closer to him. “It's a nice manly work truck,” the man leaned against the side of the truck. His eyes looked Jessie over. The man was taller than Jessie but Jessie was a lot more muscular. “You have a lot of beautiful tattoos. Very beautiful and detailed.” “Excuse me,” Jessie suddenly was aware that they were alone at the station. “You have a nice strong body. That body of yours definitely is more than just for show isn’t it,” the stranger laughed. Jessie found his cock stirring in his jockstrap as he turned red. He was so glad that the pump kicked off, indicating that the tank was filled. He pulled the hose from the truck and put it back in the pump. “Thanks, I have to get going,” Jessie turned and opened his truck door. He put one foot on the run board when he felt the man behind him, “you don’t have to go right now do you?” The man started to rub the silky shorts over his firm, tight ass, sending a striver through Jessie’s body as he found himself unable to move. “Yes, a very nice, compact body you have there,” the man whispered in his ear. Jessie wanted to protest and punched the gay man but instead he just stood there, one leg cocked up, stopping in mid step from getting into the truck. Instead of a yell to get the hand off his ass, Jessie let out a deep moan. He felt the man’s breath on the back of his bare neck, “you are a tough looking stud.” The stranger noticed the MMA gym bag on the passenger seat of the truck, “you are an MMA fighter.” “Yes, sir,” Jessie was breathing heavily as the man moved his hands up his smooth ripped back. “I can tell with that body. You fighters are suck hot studs,” the man whispered. Jessie was getting harder in his jock. He couldn’t believe he was getting turned on by another man. He wasn’t gay, never had a gay thought. He had wrestled and fought guys that were 100 times fitter and more muscular than that stranger and never had a single hard on or stirring. Now he was sporting an embarrassing hard on. He saw cars pulling in and leaving the station yet no one could see them. The stranger traced his finger over the detailed tattoos on his right arm and shoulders. The more the man touched him the more Jessie was unable to think or move. His mind was screaming that he wasn’t gay but he was so had. “Please,” Jessie whispered, his normally masculine voice shaken. A woman was only a few feet away from them, filling her gas tank, totally unaware. “Ssshh, relax, baby,” the stranger whispered into Jessie’s ear as he placed a hand on his ripped upper back and gently pushed Jessie forward. Tears were welling in his eyes as he was bent flat on the driver’s seat. In one quick motion, the stranger pulled down Jessie’s shorts, revealing his smooth, tight ass. “Man, that is a beautiful ass,” the stranger ran his hands over the flawless jock framed ass. With both hands he spread the tight muscular ass cheeks. Jessie had never been touched like that. He wanted to fight, cry, but he just stayed bent over the seat, his tattooed arms stretched out in front of him. Jessie felt pressure on his hole as the man pushed a finger into him. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. “You are a tight little thing,” the man laughed. Jessie buried his face into the leather seats to muffle his moan. The stranger was pushing his finger deeper into Jessie and began to stroke his insides. The man then pushed in a second finger and began to move them both in and out, stretching the tight inner anal muscles open. “The minute I pulled up to the pump and saw you standing their looking so tough and sexy, I know you would be a hot fuck,” the man laughed. Jessie could only grunt as he felt the man spreading the fingers in his ass, stretching and loosening him. “Please. I’m straight,” Jessie protested. “Now, now. That is why I chose you. Straight studs like you are always the best fucks. So macho and tight.” Finally the stranger pulled his fingers out of Jessie’s hole. Jessie prayed that it was over with, but deep down he knew it wasn’t. He heard the man undid his belt and pants behind him. Jessie dug his fists into the car seat, bracing himself for what came next. He then felt something thick, pressing against his still tight hole. Horror set in as his mind raced. He knew it was the man’s cock and it felt huge. The man leaned forward and whispered, “just relax. You will feel only pleasure.” The man pushed forward. Jessie closed his eyes, but instead of intense pain, he felt only pure pleasure. His eyes shot open as they rolled back into his head. The thick cock pushed deeper into him, stretching his tiny hole. However, Jessie just wanted it deeper. He wanted to moan but didn’t want to draw attention to himself. The stranger then eased out of him and then thrust back. Each time the man pulled out and thrust back in he pushed deeper and further into the once cocky stud. Jessie’s prostate was getting rammed over and over, hard. Jessie’s lean, tight muscles were bulging and flexing under the hard pounding. He realized he was built for this. All the hard manual work, the intense MMA training sessions, made him perfect for getting fucked. This is how men should fuck. He began to push backward, wanting more of the man’s cock. His tight tattooed body was covered in sweat. His cock was rock hard and pushed itself out from the tight jockstrap, as it oozed pre-cum onto the truck seat. He could still hear cars pulling and leaving the stations, gas being pumped, people talking, but it didn’t matter. He has never been so blissfully happier. The man leaned still closer to him until his hairy, sweaty torso was laying on Jessie’s smooth, sweat slicked back. Every muscle is visible, flexing. He whispered, “cum for me.” It was like a switch was switched in his mind, Jessie let out a low deep moan and without touching himself he shot load after load under himself, on the truck’s leather seats. It was the most intense orgasm Jessie ever had. His entire body spasmed and tightened. His anal muscles began to flex and milk around the stranger’s cock. With a hard push the stranger rammed all the way up deep inside Jessie and with a grunt came inside the tough muscle stud. The man gave the exhausted Jessie’s ass a slap as he pulled out his cock. Cum leaked out of the ruined hole. “Good boy,” the man whispered as he pulled up his pants and buttoned his shirt. Jessie could only grunt. Laughing, the man pulled Jessie’s shorts back up. After giving the now covered ass one last slap, the stranger walked back to his car and drove off. Once the stranger was gone, the sore Jessie pulled himself up into his truck and started his truck. He could feel the cum leaking through his shorts. He was embarrassed and also his cock grew hard again as he drove home.