Filling Empty Spot - Sex Stories

Filling Empty Spot

... and thirty pound trucker I was too tired to fuck his wife, or old lady, especially when I was tired from fucking his wife or old lady. Reluctantly I crawled onto the bed and she and I pretended we hadn't just fucked twice.

I did the best I could do to fake an orgasm, a first in my entire life, and I rolled off like it was the best fuck possible. He sat back and watched, like he was a spectator at the circus, then came close to applauding when I rolled off her. It had been a pretty good fake orgasm because it had fooled him.

I was asleep before he started snoring. The next morning I woke up to the bed bouncing and Jason was getting his morning fornication not two feet away from me. I nodded at him as I got up and made my way naked to the bathroom. When I came out of the head, Jason was just rolling off her.

She laid on her back, looking like a dead fish on the deck, worn out and fucked vigorously. "You want a go at her?" he asked as I poured milk into my cereal.

"No thanks," I said, turning down a piece of ass for perhaps the first time in my entire life. He looked at me like I was crazy. Sonia looked relieved and smiled. He got up, put on his pants, then buckled his belt and said he had to go rescue his truck.

"You have anything to do today?" he asked. I hadn't had anything to do in months. I shook my head. "Why don't you come with me, give me a hand?" I couldn't very well say the only thing I had to do was stay at his place and fuck his girlfriend, wife, old ...

... lady, whatever.

We rode in the Toyota the trucking company rented for him, going twenty miles to where the truck was at the side of the road. He needed someone to help him unload the cargo onto another truck so his could be picked up to be serviced. Some of the load was heavy enough to take two people to move, so the two of us worked together and unloaded the truck. After getting the truck unloaded, he and I loaded the shipment on the new replacement truck. On the way home in the new truck he began telling me what he had done to a guy "trying to get in Sonia's pants."

"I cut his fucking ear off," he said. So was he telling me to scare me, which he was doing a good job of, or just relating a story as buddies. Did he know I was fucking her while he was away? Or was he just shooting the shit with a pal?

When we got back to the warehouse, we unloaded the truck and headed for his place. I stayed one more night with Jason and Sonia, but I insisted on sleeping on the couch and didn't get closer than arms length from his "old lady."

The next time I was in town I stayed completely away from Jason and Sonia's place, no matter how badly I needed a place to crash. Sometimes a guy has to avoid trouble however he can. I intend to keep both of my ears, thank you very much.

I have not seen Jason or Sonia for a couple of years now, although I heard she had a baby a little over a year ago. I just wonder occasionally if the little girl has blue eyes, like me, or brown, like Jason. ...