Parking Lot -- Part Four -- Suckin' on a Fireplug

Part Four - Suckin’ on a fireplug

I came real close to being late for work. When I got into our office, the clock said 22:59, but I grabbed my card just as it changed to 23:00 and punched in. Doofus came through the door, as I was putting my card back in its slot.

“Hey, you better watch out tonight. There’s some driver comin’ in here and he’s a real dick.”

Assuming I knew to whom he referred, I started to agree that indeed, this man was a real dick. But I couldn’t pull the trigger, knowing I’d have to dumb down my language in order to communicate with this moron. Frankly, I had no desire to communicate with him at all.

“How many times’s he been in?”

“One time, but he’s bitchin’ ‘bout everything. The guy’s just a fuckin’ dick.”

I reached out for the keys. “Yeah, you said that already. Guess I’ll just have to straighten him out. See ya.”

I headed for the ramp. It wasn’t too hard to figure out that dip shitsky had been sleeping again and forced Gary to wake him up. So what else is new?

I began making the rounds in the Jeep. The railroad guys had already brought the “spot”, so once again I had nothing to do but check the automobiles and wait. Nearly an hour went by before I saw headlights turning to the entry lane. Opening up the gate, I could see that it was him. Gary pulled halfway through the gate and stopped, so I jumped up onto the sideboard to greet him.

“You started early. How many have you got left?”

“Two. You want the list?”

“Yeah. I’ll write ‘em down and meet you at the loading lane.”

He was standing outside his cab and waiting for me when I pulled up, but he didn’t look too happy. “That goofy three to eleven guy needs to have his ass kicked. I had to wait nearly 20 minutes for him to open the gate. He was sleeping so hard that I had to walk clear down to that far end of the fence and yell at him. Hell, that didn’t even work. I had to start picking up rocks to throw onto the Jeep, until I finally hit the hood and woke him up. Why the hell don’t they fire him?”

“I don’t know, man, it’s a mystery to me. Maybe he’s related to the boss somehow. That’s all I can figure.”

I wondered why I had to listen to this shit, since I didn’t have anything to do with it, but I know sometimes a fellow’s just got to let off steam. 

Gary was almost finished with the subject. “Well, if this crap keeps happening, he and his boss are both gonna get fired.”

Now that this issue was put to rest, I drove Gary to his first vehicle and dropped him off, then proceeded to mine. We had his trailer loaded and ready to go in about 30 minutes and I waved him through the gate. Two hours later, all loads were delivered, rig parked and Jeep taking us back to the gate to leave the ramp. 

Gary started the conversation. “I decided to come on in so I could work at my normal pace tonight. Guess you could say I had my workout this afternoon.”

“You sure did. That wrestling thing was a blast.”

“Too bad that lazy bum ruined my day.”

“Yeah, well, it seems everywhere I’ve ever worked there’s been someone like him. I don’t know how they get away with that shit, but they always do and you just gotta work around it.”

I waited a for a response, but got none. As we arrived at the gate and exited the Jeep, I politely asked, “You want me to come with you or are you worn out?”

“Oh, no. I feel great. Come on and follow me.”

We headed for the drivers’ shack and he made his phone call to corporate, while I unzipped his trousers to rev up his big dick with a hand rub. After he hung up, Gary grabbed my hand and moved it away. “I got something else in mind tonight.”

He reached up and unzipped my jeans. “It’s your turn, Kenny.”

I started to ask him if he was sure. I wanted to tell him this wasn’t necessary, but again, he had designated himself as the man in charge and I was willing to accept whatever he wanted to do. I remained silent.

He reached in and brought my already erect seven incher to freedom. He squeezed on me for awhile with his hand on the shaft, seemingly a bit hesitant to move on to the next step. Finally, he put both hands on my hips and pulled me towards him. I began to unbuckle my belt and unfasten the jeans, while Gary slowly approached the head of my dick with his lips. He flicked his tongue underneath my mushroom, causing the cock to spring upwards and defy gravity. 

After I removed my t-shirt and pushed the jeans and boxers to ankle level, Gary closed his eyes and took the head of my penis into his warm, wet mouth. 

I groaned with pleasure at this, as I suddenly realized it had been quite some time since my dick had been sucked. I didn’t know if he wanted me to fuck his mouth, so I slowly brought my pelvis forward, forcing him to take me a little deeper, but I was interrupted.

“Better let me do it, Kenny. I don’t know what I’m doing yet.”

So I stood there and waited, while he slowly gained courage. I tried to stimulate myself with thoughts of the magnitude of this event. He cared enough about me to take a stab at giving me this pleasure, even though it was clear this wasn’t really his bag. In fact, he had told me this very thing one night earlier, but this was his choice and he was willing to try, thinking this was what I wanted. 

Now he was there, but he really didn’t know what to do. I could barely feel him at all, as he lightly caressed my cock inside his mouth, still apprehensive to go at it full gusto. Each time he tried to take more, he would nearly gag and back off. His tongue was nowhere to be found. All I could really feel was his warm saliva sloshing over me. His lips were venturing no more than a couple of inches past the rim of my mushroom. 

I tried everything - reliving all the wild fuck and suck sessions we’d had, dreaming about all the crazy fuck and suck sessions yet to come, even thinking about other men that had known the pleasures of my oral service, but nothing worked. I just wasn’t getting anywhere and I could tell that Gary had gone about as far as he could with this. 

He wasn’t homosexual, not in my way of thinking, and his obvious distaste for sucking on my dick proved this. Even though I was moved by his desire to please me, I wished that he hadn’t tried to be something that he was not. What he was to me was a ruggedly handsome, sexually explosive man. With his naturally powerful body and completely masculine demeanor, he fit perfectly into my definition of what a man should be. That’s all I needed from him and it was the only thing that mattered. 

I was within seconds of telling him we should try something else, when we were interrupted by an unfriendly sound - the honking of a car horn at the gate. I looked at my watch to see it was now 2:50 am.

“Holy shit!” I removed my dick from his mouth and pulled up the shorts and jeans. Grabbing the shirt and putting myself back together, I sprang from the shed and ran for the gate. The owner of the horn was the perfect person to set up this worst-case scenario - Jack Tolsen. 

Now, when my half-wit co-worker referred to Gary as a “dick”, he was way off the mark. If you ever wanted to meet a “dick”, Jack Tolsen was your man. He drove for the same company as Gary, but with a completely different attitude. This man was soured on life. He bitched about everything, especially when something didn’t go his way. I had on numerous occasions tried to converse with him, but his constantly hateful remarks and arrogant demeanor could not be softened by my light hearted banter. I had never once seen this man smile. 

And now the moment he had dreamed of was here. He had a legitimate reason to chew me out and he stepped out of his car to proceed accordingly.

“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been waitin’ here forever. What the hell were you doin’ in our shed anyway?”

I scrambled for answers. “My boss wanted me to check on a load that’s supposed to come in tonight. I had to get on the computer and...”

“Bullshit, you lyin’ son of a bitch. I’ll have your ass for this. I’m callin’ my boss AND your boss. You’re supposed to be on the ramp and nowhere else.”

Sounded to me like it was time to fight fire with fire. “Go ahead, you piece of shit. You don’t own me. I’m doin’ what I was told to do and you’re a low priority.”

“What were you tryin’ to steal? I oughta slap you down like the little thievin’ punk you are.” 

“Go ahead, pal. I’m right here. Do what you gotta do, fuckhead.”

This popped his cork. Tolsen brought a right hand from way outside and over his head, trying to slug me. I easily shifted to my left and avoided his wild swing, quickly following it up with a straight right to his jaw. This jolted him and he staggered sideways. As Gary came around the corner of the shed in a steady, unconcerned pace, Tolsen recovered and charged towards me. Again, I deftly moved to my left, leaving my right leg extended for him to trip on as he rushed past. He fell flat on his face, crunching his nose onto the asphalt.