I noticed there isn't a lot of erotic gay trucker fiction on Nifty so I decided to take some of my real life experiences and the fantasies that developed from them my life. I hope you all enjoy!
All characters are consenting adults in this story and any names are fictional. If you have any comments or compliements feel free to reach out gaytruckerstories69@proton.me
Chapter 1
It was the beginning of the 90s. I had just turned 21 and I was freshly legal to get my license to drive a big semi-truck. I decided to enroll in truck driving school that was about an hour away from home. I figured this would be the only way since I didn't know any truckers to show me the ropes.
Steve was our instructor, a cocky son of a bitch, mid 50s but surprisingly in decent shape for his age. Steve made the guys in his class listen, mostly because he'd always talk about how much he got laid on the road. The guys hung on his every word. Sometimes the stories got a bit graphic and far-fetched but most of the guys lapped it up. I tried not to notice but some of the guys would kinda rub their crotch as if trying to keep their hardening dicks from standing up at attention. If I didn't know any better our instructor was kind of getting off on making the young guys hard talking about pussy.
A few months later we all graduated class, had all of our on-the-road lessons completed and were scheduled for our road tests. Steve seemed to take a keen interest in me for some reason. I'm not sure why he was so invested in whether I succeeded or not but he sure made me feel special. He knew I lacked confidence for my upcoming road test and offered to give me some free extra lessons on backing up into loading docks. Before I knew it my road test was the next morning, at 7 am.
Instructor Steve took me aside the day before and said, "Hey kid, I don't know if you know this or not but that camping trailer out back behind the shop is mine. My old lady actually kicked me out of the house a few weeks back and I've been staying there. I know tomorrow is an early morning for ya and you have a long drive from home. If you like, you can bunk with me in the trailer." I started to say I wasn't sure because I didn't want to trouble him, he stopped me right away, flashed me his award-winning smile and said, "Look kid, soon enough you'll be sleeping in the sleeper berth of a truck every night, what's the difference? I'm doing you a favor here, you won't have to get up so early," and then sheepishly he admitted, "Besides I've been kinda lonely and I'm tired of being alone every night. I could use the company. What do ya say? Wanna help me out? It'll be the last time we'll probably see each other and I'm gonna kind of miss you, kid."
How could I refuse the man who treated me so well? And truth be told there was something about him, maybe the way he put his arm on my shoulder as he talked to me about trucking life, I secretly wished that he could be my first trucking partner.
After the sun started to dip down below the horizon, we parked the truck for the night and headed over to the camper. Steve opened the door and invited me inside. It was dark and musty but he kept it exceptionally clean inside. Steve always said to us during class that we live in our trucks and it's important to not live like pigs, I guess he felt the same about his trailer too. He closed the door, offered for me to sit down and he grabbed us a beer. "Now don't go telling anyone I gave you beer cause for sure I'll get fired," he joked. I popped open the can and took a swig. I wasn't used to drinking so the cold beer quickly made me feel warm and relaxed. One beer quickly became two and my face started to flush.
Steve and I talked about trucking, what life would be like on the road, which students he knew were going to be suited for solo driving and which for team. I wondered if he was confiding in me and I wasn't really sure what he meant by that. Then he asked me a completely different question. He asked, "Hey kid, I noticed when I'd tell stories around the other guys about back in the day when I was a pussy hound most of the guys would kind of bone up, but you never did. Now I'm not here to judge but I was wondering, have you ever been with a girl?" I blushed because I hadn't. In fact, I never even thought about girls, but for some reason, I found myself wondering what Steve looked like naked. I just kind of brushed it off and said, "Oh ya of course," and left it at that. I'm sure though we both knew the truth.
"Well kid," he said, "we better hit the hay and get some shut eye." I'm not sure why I never noticed it before but there was only one bed in the trailer just a bit bigger than a twin bed and I realized that we'd be sharing it. I said, "Oh, there's only one bed?" Steve put his arm on my shoulder and said, "Well it's about time you get used to it kid cause there will be lots of layovers and you and your driving partner will have to bunk together." I don't know why, but I started to feel my cock stiffen in my jeans.
It never occurred to me that I'd be sleeping in bed so close to another man. Usually, companies like to team up an experienced driver with a rookie so I realized I'd probably be bunking a lot with older men. Steve chuckled and said, "Ok kid let's strip down and hop in the sack." He noticed my eyes got big and he said, "Look that's the way it is on the road kid, we only carry so many clothes with us, we don't have time for laundry and we can't stink them up. So no clothes while sleeping." He immediately pulled off his shirt and neatly folded it. I noticed his nice strong furry chest and solid nipples. My heart started to race at the thought of being next to this bear of a man. Why was I noticing his chest and nipples? I pulled my shirt off exposing my underdeveloped frame. He was already folding his jeans and that's when I realized once I get my pants off he will definitely see me sporting some serious wood. I turned my back to him to hide my hard-on but luckily he turned out the light. He said, "Hurry up kid you can take the inside. I don't need you falling out in the night," and laughed. I could barely see a thing but I felt his warm big hand on my back guiding me into the spot.
I hopped in under the covers wearing only my underpants, and a moment later I felt his warm muscular body next to mine. My cock was hard as steel by now and I was glad he hadn't noticed. I was so confused why he was making me feel so aroused. Was it the beer? It must be just that.
"Night kid," Steve turned on his side and kind of gave me a little hug goodnight, his hug kind of lingered and I realized he wasn't taking his arm off of me. I laid there and tried to not breathe so fast but I could feel my heart pound and my face flush. "You ok kid? Your heart is racing," and he started to rub my hairless chest grazing both of my nipples which were hard as diamonds. After a few moments, I quietly croaked, "Uh huh," and he quietly said, "Ok good, I don't want to scare you." His gentle rub on my chest felt very nice and relaxing and soon I noticed his hand rubbing further and further down. He was now rubbing my belly and before I knew it he grazed the elastic band of underpants. My cock twitched and then he moved his hand down and grabbed onto my hard cock.
"I kind of had a feeling you were a shy kid, but do you like how this feels?" "Uh huh," I croaked. "Well why don't we take these off then." Before I could even think to protest he slid my underwear down and set them beside the bed. His strong callused hand wrapped around my firm cock. I'd never had a man do this before, I'd never even thought about it but I knew I liked it. Steve moved closer and I felt the hardness of what I thought might be his hard penis in the crook of my back.
"This was your final lesson kid, on the road we get really horny, and truth is we don't have time to go chasing tail. Usually, it's easier and safer if guys can just help each other out, understand what I mean?" "I think so," I said, and I felt his cock twitch. He started grinding into my back and soon I felt his pre-cum leaking out of his cock, making it slick for him to thrust back and forth. My cock was also leaking pre-cum from his gentle stroking. He breathed in my neck and gave it a little kiss, "Life gets really lonely on the road kid, it's good that you like your final lesson."
He let go of my cock and took his pre-cum slicked hand and proceeded to rub it into my butt crack. When he rubbed past my hole I felt a burning desire that I had never felt before and I knew I didn't want him to stop. "You like it when I rub your crack kid?" He felt me silently nod. He said, "Good, I know of another way I can make you feel good," and with that, his slick hardness was between my legs thrusting back and forth. The head of his cock poking through and stroking my smooth balls with each thrust. His hand was back on my cock stroking me at the same slow pace that he fucked my crack.
After his pace alternated between quickening and slowing for what seemed like an hour, I felt the ridge of his cock head graze back and forth across my hole sending electric shock to the tip of my penis. He kissed my neck again and said, "Time to finish up." His cock got the hardest it felt and I swear it felt twice as thick, my cock was leaking fast and his slick hand made me know for sure I was about to cum. Just as I hit my point of no return and I started to erupt all over the blankets, I felt his cock pulsate and crack and balls were covered in more sticky cum than I could have shot in a week. It seemed like he was never going to stop, but not before long, his hardness softened and remained between my legs. We both drifted off to sleep all night covered in our mess.