Side of the Road

Sometimes inspiration comes in the most basic form. One early morning on the way to work, a guy got out of his truck in front of me at the red light to grab something out of the bed of his truck. He was wearing the hell out of a pair of jeans, and I ogled for the few seconds he was in my sight until he got back inside. Read below to see what I wish had happened to him...

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Pulling up to the red light, I blinked sleep out of my eyes as I changed the dial on my radio, trying to find something that wasn’t the weather or some underpaid radio jockey talking about last night’s games. Unfortunately, I got nothing so I just turned it off and stared into the minimal traffic passing by this morning. I’d gotten up early because of that bastard dog that lived next door, and I knew that I couldn’t fall back asleep. Getting ready before the sun even began to come up was new for me, and I didn’t see how guys like Jeff did it. He’d walk into work every morning talking about the 4:30 am workout that he’d just finished, and how it was so exhilarating… shut the fuck up.

I was trying to turn left, and there was only a few more minutes of driving left before I’d pull into the construction site this morning. As I waited in the complete silence, I watched a truck pass by a bit too slow before pulling off on the side of the road. Throwing up his hazards, I weighed the pros and cons about helping him, and finally, as I got my green arrow, I decided to pull behind him. It was still dark, and I couldn’t really see the man’s face as he got out of his truck. I was looking at his body though which I could luckily see.

He was dressed like any other blue-collar guy, but he was pulling it off very, very well. His gray t-shirt was basically suctioned to his thick body, and it was tucked into a pair of Wranglers that fit him like a glove. I was able to see his brickhouse ass for a second before he turned around and waved at me that he was good. I was about to unfortunately leave the show before it ended, but we both noticed that the line of traffic had now increased enough so that I couldn’t pull back out onto the road. So, I waited as he hopped up on one tire and started getting something out of the back of his truck.

It only took him a few seconds, but the next few passed by as if in slow motion. I’m not sure if he’d slipped on the tire or if he’d just misjudged his jump down to the ground, but before I could really see how, he was hanging almost upside down with his jeans caught on the side of his truck. Hanging in mid-air, one of his work-booted feet tried to get his footing again, but he was stuck.

Getting out of my truck now, I tried to keep my laughter contained, but I just lost it when I finally saw the face of the man reflected in my headlights.

“Jeff?!”

“Oh fuck, Mark- help me!”

The laughter came spilling out now, and it only intensified as the sound of ripping denim started to cover up the crickets chirping around us.

“No no no- Mark, grab me before-”

He wouldn’t be able to finish his sentence though since the wind was knocked clear out of him as he hit the ground. His work boots hit the ground next with a clunk, and I watched his ass jiggle from the impact. The view of his ass in those jeans earlier had been amazing, but it was much better when they were still hanging from the truck. There was a rip that went all the way from his knee to his waist, and once it finally snapped, it dropped him right onto the ground.

Staring down at him, I couldn’t bring my eyes away from his white briefs, some classic Fruit of the Looms, as the dew from the grass started to make the thin fabric translucent. Rolling over, I was treated to the sight of his thick cock pressed against the wet fabric, and I tried to lock it into my memory. His shirt was covered in wet grass, and it was riding up a bit to expose that hairy chest of his.

“You gonna just stare or help me up?”

Holding up his hand for me to hoist him up, I really wanted to leave him there and tell him that I was enjoying the show, but I couldn’t. Reaching down for him, I pulled up, and that good deed earned me one last reward. They must have snagged on something on the ground, because as he lifted up, his briefs didn’t. They slid right down his legs before he could ever reach down to grab them.

Pooled around his ankles, Jeff just stood there frozen, and I realized that this is how deer must feel as they stand in front of a pair of headlights. He didn’t even move to cover himself up, and I made no moves either to pretend that I wasn’t staring at the dark cock that was now swinging unencumbered between his thick thighs.

“Oh fuck!” He’d now turned to run back to his truck without even reaching down to grab his briefs, and I watched his ass bounce with every step before he flung his door open. “Tell Roger that I’m coming in late today- I have to head home and grab some new clothes!”

Hoisting himself up into his truck, I got one last peek at that cock swinging between his legs before all of him disappeared inside, and he fled down the road, kicking up mud back onto me.

I couldn’t even be mad though because it gave me an excuse to head back home as well instead of getting to work early. Reaching down to grab his discarded clothes, I threw those into the bed of my truck, and I grabbed an old work shirt from my floorboard to try and wipe the mud off of me. After cleaning up as well as I could, I hopped into my own truck and pressed one of the buttons on my dash.

Dashcam footage now saved- it will be available soon.

Nodding to myself, I headed back home and quickly pulled into my garage, already pulling off clothes before I even got in the door. Naked except for my own briefs, I plopped onto my couch and pulled up the dashcam app on my phone. It took too long to load but finally, I was looking at the footage. Its storage kept one hour of video, but I’d only driven about five minutes so it didn’t take long to fast forward at all.

And there he was, framed right in the center of the screen. I watched again as he fell onto the ground, and then I brought the phone right up to my face as he revealed that thick cock to me.

It would only take two more views before my cock sprayed cum onto my muddy chest, and I walked into the bathroom to take my second shower of the morning with a smile still plastered onto my face.