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My wife Sue and I moved to the Denver area in the early 1990s for me to take a new job as a salesman with a medical supply company. I traveled all over the states of Colorado and Utah and often found myself in my company car in the mountains on I-70 in the winter. At the time of this story I was forty-five years old.It was the middle of January, and after having spent a long day in my office in Denver, I was scheduled to be in Grand Junction first thing the following morning. My plan was to drive thru the mountains and arrive at my hotel before midnight. I knew that there was a risk of a winter storm, but the forecast showed it moving farther south and I didn’t think I’d be affected.I had been on the road for a couple of hours, the temperature was dropping and the snow was getting worse, with the heavy winds causing blizzard conditions. I had a lot of experience driving in the mountains so I wasn’t really concerned, but then the unthinkable happened.My car started running very rough and finally sputtered to a stop. I pulled as far off the road as I could and knew that I would need to abandon my car and find a ride since my heater wouldn’t work without the engine running. My plan was to get a ride to a service station to get some help, so I locked my briefcase and suitcase in the trunk and stepped out into the fierce storm.The snow was getting deep on the road shoulder where I was walking, and I was concerned for my safety with the visibility being so low. Dozens of cars passed by me without stopping, and I wasn’t even sure that they could see me. But finally, an eighteen-wheeler saw me and slid to a stop just a hundred feet ahead of me. I ran up to the door of the tractor and the driver had already pushed it open for me.As I stepped up I heard a deep baritone voice say, “Hey, buddy, this is a pretty nasty storm to be walking in. Is there some way I can help you?”I pulled myself into the seat, closed the door, and saw that the driver is a big black man with what looked like a five-day growth of beard. He is ruggedly handsome and looks to be about thirty-five years old, six feet two inches tall and two hundred and ten pounds. Ireplied, “Thanks a lot for stopping. My car died on me and I was hoping to get a ride to the next service statio,n so I can get some help. My name is Ted, and I was really getting worried being out in the storm.”Then he said, “My name is Lester, and my partner, Sam, and I are going to the west coast. We’d be happy to help you out. Sam’s in the sleeper getting some rest, so I have Ankara escort plenty of room for you. I think there’s a service station about ten miles farther down the road, but we’ll have to see if we can make it there. I just heard on the CB radio that there’s a big accident a few miles up the road.”I was just happy to be out of the cold, and we continued on our way. But after going only about five miles, the traffic started backing up and we finally came to a full stop. That accident was originally in the west bound lanes, but then gawkers caused an equally bad accident on the east bound lanes, so then I-70 was completely shut down.Lester had just finished getting the bad news on his CB and then said, “Sorry, Ted, but we’re going to be stuck here for a long time. It’s going to be hours before the emergency vehicles will even be able to get to the accident scene, and we’ll be stuck here for at least twelve hours. It’s a good thing I just filled up my fuel tanks, so we can keep the engine running for warmth, and I do have some food and water.”I just sat there for a few minutes thinking about how I would miss my appointment in Grand Junction, but then was thankful that I was at least safe in the truck. Then I said, “I hope you know how much I appreciate you stopping for me, Lester. I’d be in serious trouble out in this storm, or even back in my car.”Lester looked at me thoughtfully for a few seconds and then said, “Well, there’s nothing we can do about being stuck here, but it really pisses me off. Sam and I had made arrangements to meet one of our white cuckold couples at the truck stop just outside of Grand Junction, and now we’ll miss that opportunity for some pussy and mouths to sink our big cocks into.”I have to admit to being naïve about sexual matters. Sue and I got married right out of college, and I had never been with another woman, and we never looked at porn. I didn’t know what cuckold meant, so I asked, “This might sound like a silly question, but what does cuckold mean?”Lester smiled and said, “Wow, I’m surprised that you’ve never heard about that. The simple definition of a cuckold is a husband with an unfaithful wife, but some men don’t see that as a bad thing. Some men like to see their wives fucking other men with larger cocks. Many of them will even suck the cum of the other men from their wives’ pussies, and even suck those larger cocks clean of their fuck juices. And then some of them will even suck cock when the wife isn’t present. But the best part Ankara escort bayan for Sam and me is that a lot of white cuckold couples like to be with black men with large cocks.”I was amazed that stuff like that was happening, and I was getting sexually excited just hearing about it, especially the way Lester was explaining it. But I also wasn’t quite sure that I believed him. I said, “Come on, Lester, I find it hard to believe that men would want to see their wives fucked by other men, or that white couples would submit themselves to black men.”Lester laughed and said, “Man, you really are uninformed about this stuff. But I can prove that Sam and I have cuckolded white couples. We have a regular schedule for our coast-to-coast trips, and over the years we’ve met many couples on the CB radio and at truck stops. We schedule to meet up with those couples or just the husbands at various truck stops. They just love being with us in our sleeper cab, and I guess it fulfills some deep-seated fantasies for them about fucking and sucking truckers. I can even show you some pictures that we’ve taken during some of those encounters.”Lester then reached above his seat, brought down a thick folder, and reached behind him in the sleeper area and brought out a small folding seat and put it beside him. Then he said, “Scoot on over here beside me, Ted, and I’ll show you some pictures. We’ve got a lot of time to kill here, so you might as well see what I’m talking about.”It felt a little weird moving over to sit next to Lester, but I really did want to see those pictures. Once I was in place he opened the folder and started flipping through them. I saw Lester and Sam’s big, black cocks either fucking a white pussy or being sucked by the men or women, and there were even shots of the husbands sucking their wives’ pussies clean.I couldn’t help that my little dick was getting hard looking at those very explicit pictures. In some of the shots they were either fucking or being sucked in the cab, and in others they were in the sleeper. Some also showed Sam and Lester being sucked off at the same time by the husband and wife.I had seen other soft cocks when I was in school and in the service, but I had never seen other hard cocks. Lester’s cock looked to be uncut and at least ten inches long and almost as thick as my wrist, and Lester’s looked even bigger. I had no idea that there were cocks that large. Lester must have had over a hundred pictures in that folder, and I saw that he was rubbing Escort Ankara his crotch as he was showing them to me.We eventually saw all of the pictures and Lester asked, “So what do you think now, Ted? You have to believe me after seeing all of those photos. Do you find them arousing at all?”It was just starting to dawn on me that Lester might be hinting at me rubbing or even sucking their cocks, and I was struggling within myself. On one hand those sexually explicit photos had turned me on, but on the other I had never even thought about having sex with a man, much less big black men with huge cocks. But somehow the pure sexuality that those photos depicted was arousing to me.I responded, “Okay, Lester, I believe what you’ve been saying about white cuckold couples liking black cock, and I have to admit that it was exciting seeming them.”Then Lester put his hand on my knee and said, “You told me before how much you appreciated me stopping and picking you up. Would you like to show me just how much you do appreciate it? Sam and I were expecting to meet with that couple in Grand Junction, and we’re both going to be pretty horny. We’ve got a lot of time to kill, and it might be fun for you to have a new experience sucking our cocks. What do you say, man?”Even though I was starting to see it coming, I was still shocked at how direct Lester was in asking me to suck their cocks. I did feel comfortable around him and had to admit that his virility and personality were magnetic, but I just couldn’t let myself yield so easily to his request.So, I said, “I really do appreciate what you’re doing for me, but I have never had sex with a man, and have never even seen another hard cock until you showed me those photos. I just don’t see how I could do that.”Then Lester said, “I hear you, man, and know what you mean, but you might find that you like it. We’ve met many white men in truck stops that felt the same way until they saw our cocks up close and personal. Many of them started by just rubbing my cock over my pants, and then got a desire to go further. Just try it for me, and if you still aren’t interested I won’t push it.”Lester was so assertive yet so nice about it, that I decided that it couldn’t hurt to at least rub his cock, and I was interested in what such a big piece of meat would feel like in my hand. Lester slowly reached over, took my hand, and placed it on his crotch. His cock was still soft and running down his right thigh, and I also felt a big pair of balls on the other side. I started to rub his cock and it felt firm and thick in my hand.As I continued rubbing his cock he unfastened his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pushed his seat back as far as it would go. Then I saw the base of his thick cock bulging out in his white underwear briefs, and I smelled his virility.

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