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I'd been sitting in the car for half an hour trying to figure out what to do. It wouldn't run so I had no heater. To add to the situation I hadn't charged my cell phone the night before and the battery was dead…dumb ass move.

Just then I saw some lights in my rear+++++view mirror coming my way through the snow. I had my flashers on but I don't know, I didn't expect anyone to stop. Hell, I never stopped for anyone. But he did stop, a big semi stopped behind me with his flashers on. I got out to at least be cordial. But he had stopped; maybe he could help.

"Car trouble?” the truck driver asked.

"Yeah, it just quit. Good battery and plenty of gas, but it won't start."

"Probably something electrical and I'm no hot shot with electrical. Can you call someone?"

"Nah, damned cell phone battery is dead, too,” I said.

"Come get in my rig before you freeze your ass and I'll call someone,” he said.

I walked back with this stocky driver to his semi. I'd never been in a semi, but he showed me where to step and I got in on the passenger side. He went around to the driver's side and got in too.

"Pardon me for saying this, but you really fucked up by getting yourself stranded in these conditions on an afternoon like this!"

He said this with a smiling glint in his eye and it made me feel better. This fellow was bearded and very stocky, wearing a sweatshirt with the sleeves pushed up. His hairy chest showed hair out of the top of the shirt and his forearms were hairy and thick. He was wearing a pair of tan truck driver's gloves that fit pretty tight on his thick hands. This definitely got my attention because I had a fetish for older men wearing leather gloves, and this husky guy looked really hot. He was about 5'9" and I guessed he weighed 250 pounds. But he wasn't fat, just very thick and powerful looking.

He keyed the mike of his radio and somehow called I guess pretty far away, because they said it would be 2 or three hours before they could get to us in the snow. He looked at me, I nodded and he told them what we knew of the problem, which wasn't much. They said they would head out.

He said, "I don't have to be where I'm going until 6 AM tomorrow. You're lucky. I don't have a problem staying here keeping my rig running until they arrive. That way you won't freeze to death. I'll get out and put some road hazard markers around the truck."

He kind of vaulted out of his truck leaving me inside alone with my thoughts. And my thoughts were that I'd sure like to suck this stocky guy's cock, thanks or no thanks. I had always liked men, and I was attracted to beefy men and got turned on when I saw them in unlined leather gloves. But I was always careful because you had to be. Taking a tightly gloved fist in the face from a well-muscled man was no fun. And if he decided that there was going to be a lot more where that came from, that was really no fun!

He got back into the truck and said, "There, we'll be safe now. Shouldn't get rear-ended with the safety equipment out. Might I add you sure weren't prepared to have any car trouble. No hat, a light jacket and skimpy leather gloves. You would have been in trouble if nobody had stopped."

"Yea, you really saved my bacon. My name's John. What's yours?"

"I'm Jack. Better be more prepared next time. Those are nice looking gloves but they can't be too warm as thin as they look. I like to wear thin, tight leather gloves even when it's warm. Some people might call it a fetish". He smiled and winked when he said the last part.

I took a chance. "Well, I have the same fetish. I really enjoy seeing a husky guy wearing tight leather gloves; it kind of turns me on."

"It turns me on too, John. I really like leather gloves. Do you like being with husky men? I mean, we have at least two hours to have fun." When he said that he lowered a brawny arm down to his crotch and massaged himself…and there was that smile.

I smoothed my skin-tight, black leather wrist length cop gloves on my hands and said, "I really like to keep my gloves on when I "play" with a desirable man. Would that be OK, you beefy bear?"

"Oh yeah, we're on the same page. Why don't we move back into the rig and have some fun? Follow me."

We both got back there and just looked at each other for a minute or two. I never would have picked this guy out for someone who would like men. He was square jawed and all man! He looked like the kind that would feed you that leather gloved fist in the face, not his cock!

We moved close and began to kiss and slowly undress each other. He was a passionate kisser, and as we continued I was getting really hot! He somehow got his sweatshirt off past his gloves and he displayed a thickly muscled, red haired chest. His upper arms were a match in beef for his entire torso and he didn't seem disappointed with my upper body. We continued to hug and kiss like we had been together many times. Neither of us was a beginner-, and we continued to arouse the passion for a long, long time!

He stopped for a moment and took an alarm clock in his gloved hands. "We don't want to be disturbed at the wrong time, do we?", he chuckled. I smiled and knew we could devote our full attention to making each other happy.

As he sat there looking at me, both of us naked from the waist up except for the leather gloves he said, "Here's a surprise for you. As I said, I really like leather gloves. And I know you do too."

He slowly began to take off the truck driver's gloves and to my surprise; he had another pair of leather gloves on under them. They were a medium gray thin leather, and I don't know how he got them on, they were so tight! When he got the tan ones off he tightened the unlined leather gloves on his ham fists and said, "My cock's getting pretty hard. Would you like to play with it? Or are you going to force me to suck your big dick first and drain you dry? Am I your pussy boy?"

This husky truck driver had me so turned on I wanted to bury my face in his hairy chest and work all the way down to his goods. I couldn't imagine ever being able to force this beefy guy to do anything. And I knew those ham fisted leather gloved hands would be driving me to ecstasy no matter what I did. I couldn't believe my luck at who had stopped to help me!

I must have been in thought too long because he began to loosen his belt and unzip his pants. He wore no underwear and his cock was indeed getting hard! It leaped out of his pants and smacked his gut. "Little fella's ready to play some."

"Little fella, Hell! You've got some goods there, Jack."

As I reached a gloved hand down to his package and we began to kiss again he began to undo my belt. He was massaging my fully erect cock while he took his time getting my pants down. Damn, he was getting me so hot! And his breathing throughout our kissing told me that he was turned on too! His veined, cut thick cock was pulsing in my gloved hand as I drove my tongue into his mouth, and his low hanging ball sac felt divine.

He pulled my chest tightly against his hairy muscled one and reached both tightly gloved hands down on my buttocks. He forcefully massaged them and stuck his tongue in my ear as he said, “I think you'd better want me to fuck you, because I'm always good for two or three times and I want to spray my first load down your throat." Will that be okay with you, must be MY pussy boy.

End of part 1…