The Reds Man
By Me4Smoke
I was having a really strange night. I had to work until eleven and couldn’t keep my mind on my work to save my life. I needed something exciting but I knew that wasn’t going to be the case. My name and exciting don’t usually find their way into the same sentence.
I am a dispatcher for a local trucking company. I had just come back from a break at ten when one of the OTR (over the road) drivers from Greensboro, NC walked in. I love to be working when he comes in. He’s a Red’s man and a hot one. I’ve watched him more than once out in the yard smoking and he bones me every time. He stands about six foot tall with wide shoulders and a bit of a belly. His face is almost always covered with dark fur or a moustache. He usually isn’t talkative but is always nice.
This night he was telling me about an accident that he had witnessed just down the road. It seems that he had almost gotten caught up in it. Anyway, I liked the fact that he was talking to me and I tried to keep the conversation going. I took care of the paperwork and had the yard man take care of his truck and trailer while keeping him busy inside.
When all of his paperwork was done and I had his bills of laiding finished I asked him if he’d follow me out to the dock so I could grab a smoke while his truck was being fueled. He smiled and fell in behind me. Once out the door he grabbed for his Reds in his shirt and I did the same. I was reaching in my jeans’ pocket for my lighter and he held out his lighter to my Red and spun the wheel. I drew in and exhaled downward while nodding my thanks.
He put his Zippo away and crossed his arms while his red dangled and smoke issued from his nose, the red glow growing as he hauled in another hit.
I couldn’t help but watch him. I was trying not to let it show, too much, that he was turning me on just by smoking. I wasn’t sure if he figured it out or not but he started to smile. I smiled back with a questioning look, "What?" I asked as I started to chuckle.
He said, "Nothing!" with a chuckle back. I noticed him looking down and thought he was looking at the dock but I caught his eyes glancing up to my crotch. I thought to myself, "Hell, if he can I can!" and looked directly at his crotch. This was causing my cock to grow and tighten against my jeans.
I told him that I was getting hungry. I was due off at eleven and was going to have to get something to eat. He said that he hadn’t eaten since the VA line and needed to do the same. "Where is a good place to go around here at this hour?" He asked. I told him that if he wanted I could take him to an all night joint that had pretty good burgers. He asked me if they had tractor-trailer parking. I told him yeah but he could ride with me. He said that he would drive. I looked at him with a smug leer. "Why take your truck?" "Might come in handy." he said as he drew hard on his red and flicked it off the dock to the pavement below. "I shrugged and said OK, but I can’t leave till eleven." He said, "I know, I’ll wait. I’ll check out the rig and see you in a few."
I was precuming. I think he wants what I want.
I turned over the shift to the midnight men and hit the door bounding down the dock steps. Terry’s truck was parked near the gate and ready to leave. He was kicking the tires as I walked up.
"You ready to ride?" he asked. "Yeah man, I’m off and don’t have to be back for two days. TGIF" I said and laughed. "Lucky bitch!" Terry scoffed. "Wish I was off. I’ve got to make this run and then I get my two." "Well I hope this run is quick for ya." I said.
Terry smiled, "It will be." There was some silence and Terry asked, "What are you goin’ to do?" "Hell, I don’t know. Kick back I guess." "I see." Was his only response.
"Climb on in, bud!" Terry shouted over the diesel engine. I opened the door and climbed up. I was surprised by the way he kept his rig. I figured it would be a mess like most of the other truckers’ rigs but it wasn’t. He was rather neat. The one thing I noticed was the ash tray being full of Reds butts and a cigar. The cab smelled of stale smoke but that was a normal thing for me. I liked it actually. Terry saw that my attention was drawn to the ash tray and said, "Here, let me empty that. Been meanin’ to do that." I just laughed slightly. When he put it back into the slot he put the cigar back in the ash tray. Looking at me he said, "Saving that for later." And grinned.
Terry relieved the brakes and pushed the stick into first and let out on the clutch. We were on our way.
Terry reached into his pocket and pulled out a red. He lit it and drew hard on it. Then he looked at me to see if I was watching him. I was. He then handed me his Red. I smiled and took it. When I put it between my lips it was slightly wet with his spit. I was getting hard again. He watched me with a sly grin. I started to hand it back to him and he just put his hand into his pocket again and brought out another Red.
"Which way?" he asked as the exhaled smoke drifted down his cigarette.
"Left!" I said with out taking my eyes off of him. He looked both ways and pulled out onto the highway. He, then, looked back at me and smiled.
We reached the greasy spoon before our Reds were done and he parked the rig. He didn’t offer to get out, rather turned to me and said, "You always do things like this with drivers?" I looked at him with a wide eyed stare, "What do you mean?" "Nothing!" he said while turning his head straight to look out the windshield and haul in for the last time on his Red. He then shot the butt out the window and turned back to me and let the smoke out of his nose for a second and then stopped. Then he blew the rest straight at me. I breathed in when the smoke hit my face. Terry smiled, "Good!"
He opened his door and I followed his lead.
The waitress asked if we preferred smoking or non-smoking. Terry asked for the smoking section. I had hoped he would. We ordered our drinks and by the time they arrived Terry was reaching into his shirt pocket. Once again, I copied his actions. When I put my Red between my lips I was met with his lighter. Terry smiled and I accepted his offering. The smoke was rolling from my nose as he moved the ash tray to the center of the table. His eyes were locked onto my face. I could see from the look in his eyes that he was logging my image into his memory.
Terry looked so hot under the dim bulb that illuminated our booth. The high backed seats gave us some privacy from the other truckers that were seated around us. I was somewhat nervous about being there with him. Just being with him caused me to have a bulge that I’m sure he and anyone else could see. Terry just sat for a while looking at me smoking my Red. I’m sure he enjoyed my attention in the same way.
Terry said that he had to hit the head and I agreed. I told him to go ahead. I would wait to go until he returned. I watched him stroll across the dining area with his Red still hanging and the smoke whisping behind him. He had a very manly gate and swagger that really implanted the image of a man in anyone’s eyes.
Terry returned to the table and said, "You’re up, bud." I made my way to the restroom which was just a closet with a urinal, toilet and sink. There was an ash tray mounted above the urinal and in the ash tray sat Terry’s Red. There was about one third of it left and it showed no sign that he had attempted to crush it out. I wondered, "Had he left it there for me?" I almost got so hard that I couldn’t piss. I picked it up and looked at it. I watched the smoke rise from the glowing ash and inhaled it. The filter was wet in the outline of Terry’s lips. I put it between my lips and could feel the cool wetness. I drew in and inhaled the smoke. The same smoke that he would have gotten had he finished the cigarette. I was too hard to piss and I wanted to grab my cock so badly. I knew better than to shoot my wad now. I crushed out the Red and stood still to let my cock deflate so I could piss and return to the table.
While walking back to the table Terry followed me with his eyes and a smile. "Everything come out all right?" he asked. I said yes. He asked, "Not EVERYTHING, right?" I started to laugh and then commented, "I think you forgot something."
"Did I? What would that be?" he coyly replied.
"You forgot to put your cigarette out." I softly stated.
"No I didn’t!" Terry whispered back. We both chuckled as the waitress dropped our food off in a huff. Terry slid down in the booth until his knee met my crotch. My eyes widened as a smile crossed my face. "I think we might have something in common. Just might be fun?" Terry said as his knee swept side to side over my jean covered groin. "I sure hope so!" I said with what little air I could release from my excited lungs.
We ate without saying anything. Just looking up at each other between bites and snickering like kids that are about to pull a prank on an unsuspecting victim. We paid for our burgers and made our way back to the truck.
As we walked we both lit up again. We were still watching each other so as not to miss anything. I loved watching him tug hard on his Red and gave him the same show.
Once we were back in the truck Terry took a huge drag on his Red and leaned over to me. He reached up and pulled my head toward his. I was instantly hard and pushed my lips to his. His beard was stiff and felt awesome against my softer beard. I felt his lips touch mine and he began to exhale. I opened my lips to inhale his gift. I took it all in and his tongue that followed. I sucked on his tongue and offered mine in return as I exhaled back into him. He became a dominant beast at that point. Terry began to grind his beard into mine and his tongue lapped at my face. He gripped my close cut hair and raked my face across his saying, "Fuck man! Damn I want you!" I was not going anywhere. I wanted him just as bad. I wanted to find out what this Southern bears body had to offer and I wanted it bad!
Terry pulled back the curtains to his domain. He slipped his Red between his lips and hopped up onto the bed. "Come on! Get in!" He spoke from around the cigarette. I didn’t have much choice actually. He had the collar of my shirt and was darn near pulling it off. I pushed upward and backward and fell onto the bed as Terry engulfed me with his body. He inhaled again on his Red and force fed me with his smoke as he once again took control of my mouth.
His leg was across my thighs and his chest on top of mine. I found an ash tray and tossed my Red into it. My hands were free now to find what I was longing for. I slid my hand down his chest feeling the coarse fur. I continued down to his belt and between his beer gut and jeans to find his hard cock already wet with precum. Terry groaned into my mouth and leaned his head back. He put the Red in the ash tray and lit another. "Damn buddy, I want to fill you with my smoke and my cock!"
That made me hotter than hell. I slid from under him and started tearing at his belt. He rolled over and let me have my way as he sucked hard on his Red. I got his pants open and his hard cock slapped out against my arm. I quickly went down on his cock with my mouth dripping his precum over his ball sack. I couldn’t get enough. I swallowed him to the root. He kept moaning and thrusting up into my mouth. I was looking up at him in the dark cave like sleeper. I could see his face lit by the fire from the Red hanging from his lips and the vertical light shining in from the parking lot between the curtains. He pulled me back up to him and drew heavy on the Red.
I drove my lips into his and vacuumed the hot smoke into me and swallowed his cock again. He was thrashing wildly and cursing. I exhaled smoke, his smoke, on his meat with every downward stroke. He said, "That’s it fucker, smoke my cock!" I took the Red from his lips and hit it hard three times and drove his cock deep into my throat shooting jets of thick smoke over his balls. "Whoa! Man, you’re goin’ to make me cum like that! I don’t want to cum like that!" Terry almost shouted. I said, "Guess you’re right!" and began to pull my pants off. I straddled his groin and pushed his cock deep between my ass cheeks until his cock was pressing against my hole. I sat on him with his cock laid against his stomach and my ass planted on it.
I had his Red in my lips and sucked hard on it, inhaling and exhaling with every breath. The ash falling down on his furry chest. He bucked up to put pressure on my hole and I finally told him, "Terry, I want you in me… I want your cock up my ass and your smoke and tongue in me all at once!"
"You got it fucker!" Terry said as he pulled me up and positioned his cock at my hole. He lit another Red and told me, "Sit on it bitch!" I spat into my hand and rubbed it on his cock. I then slowly began to descend. I leaned down to suck in the smoke he was exhaling. He kept inhaling and exhaling into me until I was fully impaled. He then put his Red in my mouth so I could take a hit and then took it back and took four long hits from it. Then he said, "Ride it man, make me cum!" I leaned down and shoved my tongue between his lips and pulled his exhale in.
It was thick and I knew that I was riding a hot Marlboro man’s cock. I stayed locked on his mouth as he held me in place to pound his rod into me. He gyrated his hips and slammed into me until he started to moan, "Fuck…FUCK! Take it!!" He clenched my hips and stiffened his body as his cock exploded inside me. His rod was now totally still and I could feel his cum blasting in me. I sat back on his cock, shoving it as deep as I could get it and jacked my cock.
I picked up his pack of Reds and handed them to him. He lit one and held it between his lips and took one hit after the other, nose exhaling it up to me. I couldn’t take it any longer. Seeing this hot man smoking and smelling his sweat smoke sent me to the stars. I shot my load across his furry chest and into his beard. It landed across his Red and sizzled. He drew hard on it and inhaled…then took it out of his lips and rubbed it in my cum and put it back between his lips after licking the tip. He took one more drag and pulled me down on him. I lay on him with my head at his neck and his beard in my eyebrow, his cock still planted in me. I watched the smoke rising from his Red and the embers and ash slightly hidden in his beard. He inhaled, the exhale slowly drifting down and back up into the sleeper.
"What did you say you were doin’ on your days off? Terry said smiling from around the butt of his Red.
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