Snowbound Truckers

Snowbound Truckers Snowbound Truckers

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Genre: Fantasy

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Genre: Fantasy

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Submitted: September 20, 2020

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Submitted: September 20, 2020

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Hank pulled his rig into the parking lot of the travel center. Wind driven snow was coming down making it hard to see the road in front of you on the interstate. Weatherman on the radio said to expect 10-12 inches of snow in several parts of the plain states. Hank was in the middle of Iowa when he stopped driving and decided to pull off the highway.

The lights in the parking lot from the lamp posts, trucks and the signs on the buildings gave off an eerie glow to them.

Pulling his truck into a spot, Hank had to glide around to get his spot. A lot of other truckers decided to do the same as Hank.

Trucks with license plates from Nebraska, Colorado, New Jersey, and other states. These drivers didn't want to get stuck on the highway.

Hank closed down his truck. He thought about staying in his truck and sleeping in his cab. But he was hungry and wanted a shower, and a real bed to sleep in.

Zipping up his jacket, adjusting the collar to be up around his neck, and pulling down his cap with the John Deere logo on it, he grabbed his bag and got out of his truck.

With head down, and hunched over as he walked across the lot passing the gas station in the driving snow to get to the motel.

Hank opened the door and brushed the snow off his jacket and hat. When he was done, he looked up and saw about 30 other truckers, all looking for rooms for the night or two.

Flannel wearing burly manly truckers, some with beards, others with 2-3 days growth of stubble on their faces. Some wearing caps with a Budweiser, Peterbuilt, CAT, or any of a dozen or so logos on their baseball caps. Some had a John Deere logo on their cap like Hank.

By the time Hank got to the desk, he was told that all the rooms were taken, but they were asking if the truckers would mind sharing rooms. Hank shrugged his shoulders and went with that deal. He really didn't want to sleep in his truck. The desk clerk gave him a key to room 17. He would be bunking down with two other truckers.

Hank made his way through the sea of flannel wearing, beer bellied hairy truckers. Sometimes bumping into them, but it was hard to avoid. The lobby looked like a convention of truckers, and more coming through the door.

Hank made it to room 17. The door was already open. Inside he saw on of the truckers he would be sharing the room with.

The trucker turned around to see Hank come in. He had nothing but a towel on for he had just gotten out of the shower.

Stretching out his hand to Hank he said, "Hi, my name is Bo." Hank shook his hand and told him his name.

Bo was about 50, lean but muscular. Salt and pepper hair on his head and beard. Same for his chest hair down to his stomach.

"The guy in the shower goes by the name of Swede. You"ll see why, big guy with blonde hair."

Hank put his bag down on the floor by the closet. He looked at the bed. It was a king sized bed, to be used by all three. Hank himself was a big guy. 6'1, brown hair with some grey in it. Late 40's with a slight beer belly.

Swede comes out of the shower. He also has a towel wrapped around his waist.

Bo introduces the two. "Swede, this is Hank, Hank, this is Swede."

They both reached out to shake hands. When they did, Swede's towel came off to revel a slightly hard dick. Hank glanced down a bit, then reverted his eyes towards Swede.

Everyone laughed as Swede bent down to get his towel and wrapped it around his waist.

"So, where were you guys coming from when the shit hit the fan." Hank asked.

"I was heading towards Bloomington,Indiana." said Bo.

"I was heading back home to Minnesota, Stockholm, Minnesota actually when this hit. How about you Hank?" asked Swede.

"I was heading to Topeka, Kansas. But not through this shit I'm not."

"Well, if you don't mind, I'm gonna to take a shower." Hank said.

Bo said, " Yeah, take a shower, then the three of us will get a bite of dinner."

As Hank was getting undress and ready for his shower, he asked Swede why he was called... Swede?

"Well, I'm from Minnesota. I have blonde hair, I'm kind of large and my last name is Swedish. My real name is Lars. But my friends call me Swede."

Swede was large. He was 6'2, broad shoulders, blonde hair with a blonde mustache and a bit of a belly.

Hank went into the shower. The other two truckers got dressed.

Bo leaned over to Swede and said, "What do you think?"

"I think he will be a willing partner. He looks the type."

Bo looked over Swede's broad shoulder to see that the bathroom door doesn't open. Then he gives Swede a long passionate kiss while Swede reached his hand a grabbed Bo's dick, pressed against his jeans. Man tongues swishing in each others mouths while Hank is in the shower, washing his burly naked trucker body, not knowing what is in store for him. End of part 1


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