Henry's knee pressed firmer against Daniel's thigh, the heat of it seeping through denim like a slow-burning fuse. Daniel's breath hitched, his 8-inch cock twitching to life inside his jeans, thickening against the seam as the truck's relentless vibrations thrummed straight into his balls. The older man's scent hit him harder now—musky sweat from hours behind the wheel, that raw, salty tang of unwashed skin and trimmed pubes carrying the faint, earthy bite of dried piss and precum from his fat uncut 9-inch dick. Daniel's mouth watered involuntarily, his inexperienced mind flooding with images of burying his face in Henry's huge, low-hanging sack, tongue lapping at the warm, wrinkled skin while breathing in that heavy, masculine reek.

"Yeah, college life's... fine," Daniel managed, voice cracking as Henry's muscled arm brushed his, the trucker's thick fingers drumming the gear shift before dropping casually to rest on Daniel's leg. The touch sent sparks racing up his spine, his own cock now fully hard and leaking a sticky spot into his underwear, balls drawing tight with urgent need. Henry grinned, teeth flashing, his own bulge swelling visibly, the outline of that massive uncut meat shifting as blood filled it, stretching the fabric taut. "Just fine, kid? Sounds like you need some real adventure," he rumbled, voice low and rough, leaning in so close Daniel could taste the coffee and cigarettes on his breath. His hand slid higher, thumb tracing the inner seam of Daniel's thigh, inches from the straining erection, while the cab filled with the wet, rhythmic sound of the engine and the growing scent of two men's arousal—sharp, heady, intoxicating.

Daniel's face burned, but the shyness cracked open into raw hunger as he spread his legs a fraction wider, inviting more. Henry's warm palm cupped the bulge without hesitation, squeezing gently, feeling the thick length pulse against his fingers, the heat radiating through the cloth. "Fuck, you're packing nice," Henry muttered appreciatively, his own cock throbbing visibly now, a damp patch forming at the tip of his jeans from the constant leak of his huge balls. The air thickened with their mingled musk, Daniel's lighter, fresher sweat mixing with Henry's deeper, ball-heavy funk, making his head spin with lust. He reached out tentatively, palm pressing against the older man's massive crotch, fingers tracing the fat shaft and the heavy orbs beneath, the sensation of that warm, living weight sending a moan slipping from his lips. The highway stretched on, but the real journey had already begun in the tight, vibrating space between them, every touch promising the tastes and smells Daniel had craved for years.

Henry's fingers lingered on the throbbing length of Daniel's cock through the denim, squeezing with deliberate pressure that sent jolts of pleasure straight to his heavy balls, already slick with a bead of precum seeping from the tip. The truck rumbled onward, each vibration grinding their bodies closer, the cab thick with the sharp tang of arousal—Daniel's lighter sweat mingling with the deeper, ball-heavy musk rolling off Henry's trimmed pubes and the damp fabric of his jeans. "You know, boy, being out here alone... it does things to a man. Keeps you on edge, if you catch my drift." His voice was a low growl now, the truck's vibrations seeming to pulse through his body, heightening the tension in the air as his thumb rubbed slow circles over the straining bulge, coaxing more wetness to stain the younger man's underwear.

"Feels good, doesn't it, boy? That road buzz gets into your bones, makes you ache for release," Henry murmured, his breath hot against Daniel's ear, carrying that heady mix of coffee, cigarettes, and raw masculinity that made Daniel's mouth water for a taste of the older man's skin. Emboldened by Daniel's lack of protest, Henry let out a low chuckle, his own prominent bulge straining even more against his jeans, that uncut 9-inch fat dick throbbing with the truck's relentless rhythm. "See, kid? We're both feeling it," he said, his free hand fumbling with his fly, freeing his thick shaft in one swift motion, the sight of it—veined and glistening at the tip—making Daniel's mouth water unexpectedly. The heavy cock sprang free, fat and uncut, the foreskin pulled back just enough to reveal the slick, purple head already drooling a steady thread of precum that dripped onto the seat, its scent earthy and potent, laced with the faint salt of dried piss from hours on the road. Henry's huge balls shifted heavily in their low sack, the trimmed pubes framing them like an invitation, the whole package radiating heat and that intoxicating funk that made Daniel's own 8-inch cock twitch harder, leaking copiously as his inexperience gave way to raw need.

Daniel's hand trembled but didn't pull away, wrapping instead around the warm, pulsing girth of Henry's dick, feeling the thick veins throb under his palm and the way the massive orbs tightened with each squeeze. The smell intensified up close—musky, primal, with that irresistible edge of sweat and precum that made his tongue dart out unconsciously, craving to lap at the glistening slit. Henry's fingers worked Daniel's zipper down in turn, freeing his leaking erection to the open air where the vibrations teased it mercilessly, both men now exposed and aching in the confined space, their cocks brushing together briefly in a spark of slick heat that drew a shared groan. Emotions swirled between them—Daniel's shy crush blooming into desperate hunger, Henry's constant horniness tempered by genuine warmth as he guided the younger man's hand lower to cup those enormous balls, their weight and scent flooding Daniel's senses with everything he'd dreamed of for years.

Emotions swirled between them—Daniel's shy crush blooming into desperate hunger, Henry's constant horniness tempered by genuine warmth as he guided the younger man's hand lower to cup those enormous balls, their weight and scent flooding Daniel's senses with everything he'd dreamed of for years. As the truck ate up the miles, Henry's breathing grew ragged, his hips bucking slightly into Daniel's grip, the vibrations amplifying every sensation until Daniel couldn't resist leaning in, his full lips brushing the tip of his neighbor's cock. The taste hit him like a drug—salty, intoxicating—and in that moment, Daniel knew he was hooked, his own dick straining painfully as he took more into his mouth, savoring the way Henry's groans filled the cab. Daniel's full lips slid deeper along Henry's thick, uncut shaft, the salty musk of his neighbor's precum coating his tongue as he licked along the veined underside, inhaling the heavy funk of sweat and dried piss clinging to the foreskin while his fingers rolled the huge balls in their low sack, feeling them tighten with each wet suck.

Henry's practical side cut through the haze; after a few more heartbeats, he glanced at the dashboard and grinned, clapping Daniel on the shoulder. "Alright, kid, we've burned through some hours—we'll stop for a break soon. A piss and a bite to eat, yeah? Clear our heads." But he didn't pull away, instead threading thick fingers through Daniel's hair to hold him there a moment longer, his fat 9-inch cock pulsing on the younger man's tongue as another thick bead of precum oozed free, tangy and potent, mixing with the earthy reek of his trimmed pubes and the warm, wrinkled skin of his ball sack that Daniel nuzzled against greedily. Daniel's own 8-inch erection throbbed untouched against his thigh, leaking steadily onto the seat with every vibration, his balls aching for release as the cab filled with the wet sounds of his eager slurping and the sharp, heady aroma of two aroused men—Daniel's fresh sweat blending into Henry's deeper, ball-heavy musk that made his head spin with lust and longing for more

Henry eased back with a low chuckle, tucking his glistening shaft away just enough to focus on the road while his free hand stayed possessively on Daniel's thigh, fingers brushing the leaking tip of the younger cock in teasing strokes that promised far more once they pulled over. The truck soon rumbled into the dimly lit rest area, the air outside heavy with the acrid scent of diesel and damp asphalt as they stepped out, stretching their lanky frames under the buzzing fluorescent lights. Henry led the way to the empty restroom, the door creaking open to reveal a row of trough urinals, the faint tang of stale urine hanging in the cool air. Without a word, Henry unzipped his fly, hauling out that fat uncut 9-inch cock again, the foreskin sliding back as a thick stream of piss arced into the trough, the sharp ammonia smell mixing with the musk still clinging to his trimmed pubes and heavy balls. Daniel stepped up beside him, his own 8-inch shaft freed and throbbing as he let loose, their streams splashing side by side while Henry's warm hand reached over to grip and aim the younger cock, fingers slick with the mingled wetness.

Back in the cab, the door slammed shut with a metallic thud, and the engine's growl resumed, vibrating through the seats like a living pulse that reignited the heat between them. Henry's hand drifted from the wheel to rest on Daniel's thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles that sent shivers racing through the young man's body. "Feelin' that itch again, boy?" Henry murmured, his voice a low rumble that cut through the engine's drone. As the landscape blurred past, the truck's steady rumble amplifying every sensation, Henry's groans grew louder, his body tensing under Daniel's devoted attention, the air thick with the scent of their arousal and the promise of what lay ahead on this endless journey. Daniel leaned down once more, lips wrapping around the swollen head to suckle greedily at the salty-sweet precum beading there, tongue swirling under the foreskin to taste the earthy residue of piss and sweat while his nose pressed into the warm, wrinkled skin of Henry's huge ballsack, inhaling that primal, ball-heavy funk that made his own cock jerk and leak onto the floor mat.

As the storm finally broke, Henry's body convulsed with a guttural groan, his thick, uncut cock pulsing rhythmically in Daniel's mouth, releasing a hot torrent of cum that flooded his tongue in thick, creamy ropes—bitter and rich, laced with the deep musk of his balls. "Damn, kid, you got a talent for that," he murmured, his voice husky with satisfaction, the words carrying a warmth that cut through the haze of their exertion. The truck rumbled onward, headlights cutting through the dark highway, and as Henry wiped his hand on his jeans before shifting gears, the night deepened around them, the hum of the engine a steady backdrop to their evolving connection, and Daniel realized with a thrill that this journey was reshaping him, turning his once-quiet world into one of unquenchable thirst. Henry let out a low, rumbling chuckle, his eyes flicking from the road to Daniel's face, the dashboard glow casting shadows that accentuated the flush on his boy's cheeks. "Can't get enough, can you?" he murmured, his voice a gravelly whisper that sent shivers down Daniel's spine, as he shifted in his seat to give the boy better access.

Daniel's hands worked deftly, unbuttoning the jeans once more and freeing the thick, veined shaft that sprang forth, its foreskin partially retracting to reveal the glistening tip already beaded with fresh precum. Daniel's lips finally closed the gap, enveloping the swollen head of Henry's cock with a slow, deliberate hunger that sent a jolt of electric pleasure straight through the older man's core. The salty-sweet tang of precum coated Daniel's tongue as he took him deeper, his full lips stretching around the thick, veined shaft, the foreskin sliding back to reveal the sensitive underside that pulsed with every careful suck. Henry's breath came in ragged gasps, his hand leaving the steering wheel for a moment to tangle in Daniel's hair, guiding the rhythm with a gentle insistence that spoke of both dominance and unspoken affection.

As the miles blurred past under the truck's steady rumble, Daniel pulled back just enough to confess in a husky whisper, "I did not know it up to yesterday, but I am addicted to cum." The words hung thick in the cab's musky air, his own 8-inch cock throbbing untouched between his legs. Henry grinned, eyes flicking from the road, his fat uncut 9-inch dick twitching in Daniel's grip. "Then we will stop at the next rest stop. There is a very busy glory hole; I could take a shower and you could enjoy yourself thoroughly."

They pulled into the dimly lit rest area minutes later, the night air heavy with diesel fumes. Henry led Daniel to an old restroom tucked away from the main building. "It is in there," he said, nodding toward the creaking door, "the last three stalls. You will see; have fun." Daniel's heart pounded as he stepped inside, the faint ammonia tang of old piss mixing with the earthy musk still clinging to his skin. The last stall was occupied, but the second door hung slightly ajar. He slipped in, locked it, yanked down his shorts, and sat on the cold porcelain, a shiver racing up his spine at the chill against his bare ass. The large glory hole gaped in the wall, its edges crusted with dark cum stains. Peering through, he spotted a stocky man jerking a short but thickly veined cock on the other side. The man noticed him and thrust forward without warning, the meat sliding straight into Daniel's open mouth. He encircled the swollen head, lapping at the dripping precum, then sucked harder in deep, wet pulls, tasting the raw salt and sweat until hot ropes of cum flooded his throat. The stranger yanked free and vanished, leaving Daniel panting with the bitter-rich flavor coating his tongue and a fresh hunger burning in his balls.

A moment later, the door opened again and Daniel heard footsteps. He wasn’t sure what was happening, so he stayed seated on the toilet, staring straight at the door. He heard a belt buckle, a zipper, and then the sound of jeans sliding down. A moment later, he saw a foot in cowboy boots bobbing slightly against the partition. He leaned forward and peered through the hole. A younger man in cowboy attire was sitting there, his white teeth smiling in his direction. Daniel stood up and knelt in front of the hole in the partition. The young man slowly stood up; he was obviously very tall, maybe 6'3". Daniel audibly sucked in a breath through his teeth; an incredibly long and thick cock hung between the man’s muscular legs. The cowboy moved closer to the hole and pushed his thick cock through it. By now, the cock had grown even larger; a very prominent glans, separated from the shaft by a wide ring and featuring an unusually large urethral slit, hung in front of Daniel’s mouth. He sniffed and stuck out his tongue to slowly lick the thick glans, the salty-sweet tang of fresh precum exploding across his taste buds while the heady musk of sweat and leather rolled off the veined shaft and heavy balls swaying just beyond the partition. The cowboy groaned low, hips rocking forward as Daniel’s lips stretched wide to engulf that fat crown, tongue swirling under the flared ridge to lap at every drop of leaking fluid, his own 8-inch cock throbbing untouched and dripping onto the cold tile as hunger burned hotter in his balls. The glory hole framed the massive length perfectly, its earthy scent of trimmed pubes and warm skin flooding Daniel’s senses, mixing with the lingering bitter cum on his tongue into an intoxicating haze of lust that made his shy crush on Henry feel like the spark that had ignited this endless craving.

Inside Daniel’s warm, wet mouth the cock had grown even larger, the glans now filling him completely as it pulsed hot and heavy against his tongue and cheeks. He ran his tongue over the slick, velvety surface, tracing every ridge and the wide ring that separated the flared head from the shaft, sucking harder with eager pulls that made his own lips stretch tight. The reward came instantly—a strong, steady stream of precum gushed across his tongue, thicker and sweeter than before, carrying the sharp, salty tang of fresh arousal mixed with the lingering musk of sweat and leather from the cowboy’s trimmed pubes and heavy balls swaying on the other side. Daniel moaned around the thickness, the bitter-rich aftertaste of the last load still coating his throat as he swallowed greedily, the warm fluid sliding down while his nose pressed close to the partition, breathing in the earthy, ball-heavy funk that rolled through the hole.

After a while the thick crown twitched sharply against his palate, and a low, guttural moan echoed from beyond the wall. “Watch out, I’m coming,” the cowboy grunted, voice tight with release. A deluge of warm semen flooded Daniel’s mouth in thick, creamy ropes—bitter and rich, laced with the deep musk of the stranger’s balls and the faint salt of hours on the road. Daniel swallowed as fast as he could, throat working around the pulsing glans so none of the precious fluid escaped, the viscous texture coating his tongue and lips in sticky strands that he savored with every gulp. Slowly the flow subsided, and he kept sucking, tongue lapping at the wide piss slit to draw out the final drops, tasting the last earthy traces of cum and precum while his own 8-inch cock throbbed and leaked untouched onto the cold tile, hunger burning hotter in his balls.

The cowboy’s shaft softened slightly but stayed heavy in Daniel’s mouth, the warm, wrinkled skin of his ballsack brushing the hole as he shifted. Daniel nuzzled closer, inhaling the primal reek of sweat and leather that clung to the veined length, his shy crush on Henry now a distant spark compared to this raw, endless craving. A fresh bead of precum welled at the tip, and Daniel licked it clean, the salty-sweet burst exploding across his senses once more as the glory hole framed every throbbing inch.

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