Temporary Trucker

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TEMPORARY TRUCKER

Introduction

They say you should start at the beginning, so let me introduce myself then go back and explain how my great "trucking" experiment began.

My name is Joe. I'm 23 years old and grew up in a medium-sized city in the Midwest. I'm just over 6-feet, slim and pretty well built. My hair is light brown and my eyes are brown. To me, I'm a rather average-looking guy. Others sometimes say I'm better looking than that.

I was just out of the Army and really at loose ends. I had been drafted in my third year of college, and I knew I should go back and finish school, but it was Spring and there was no practical way I could get back into school until the Fall. That left me with five and a half months to wait.

I couldn't figure out what to do until by coincidence a very unique offer came my way and gave me the opportunity of a lifetime.

My folks had a big party when I got home, and I think they invited everyone they knew. One of the guests was Dave Snyder, whose parents had been good friends of my parents, though they had since retired to Arizona. He was in his mid-30's and he ran a good-sized trucking company that was based locally. We talked during the party about things in general, and his trucking business in particular. He explained that while his Dad had owned the company, he'd insisted that his son start at the bottom - out on the road driving both short hauls in smaller trucks and longer ones in an eighteen-wheeler.

Dave told me it had given him experiences he couldn't have gotten anywhere else in life. He was just starting to explain when my mother called everyone to dinner and his story got forestalled.

Later that evening, Dave asked what I was going to do in the way of work. I explained my timing problem about going back to school. He looked pensive but offered no suggestions. Then, about two days later, he called and suggested I stop by his office for a chat.

His proposal was logical, straightforward and very exciting. Go to school for a couple of weeks, get a professional operator's license, and then work for three months or so as a truck driver. It was a way to make some money as well as keep myself busy until I went back to school. It took me all of about thirty seconds to accept, and I walked out of his office wildly excited.

This great plan solved another problem for me. You see, during the months of my brief military career I'd discovered that I was gay. Getting out of the military meant real freedom to me, and I sure didn't want to be hanging around my parent's house all the time. Being on the road would assure me of some freedom.

I started trucker school the following week and spent most of my evenings studying hard to make sure I passed whatever tests I had to take. It took my mind off what my horny body was really wanting me to think about, and maybe that was for the best.

But one night, glancing up from my books, I caught sight of myself in the mirror and almost laughed aloud. I sure looked different from that young guy who'd gone to high school from this room. In fact, I was different from the guy who'd gone into the service a couple of years back. I smiled as I remembered all that had happened in those years, especially when I remembered the young soldier who helped me find out what it was like to get really turned on by another guy for the first time.

It happened, like so many other guy's stories, with a buddy. His name was Mark. It was six months before I was due to get out and we'd gone on a week-end pass from Fort Dix in New Jersey. We hitched a ride into the nearest big town which was Trenton.

Sorry to say it, but Trenton at that time was pretty much of a dump, and there was very little to keep two young guys entertained. There were a couple of whores working the bar where we ended up, but neither of us had much money nor, as I realized later, any real inclination.

We finally decided that we would just buy a couple of six-packs and check in at the Holiday Inn which was just down route 206 from the base. We figured we'd drink the beer and watch a little television, but we could still wake up and get back to the base in the morning with time to spare. It wasn't very exciting, but it seemed a good plan at the time. It was especially cheap, because only I checked into the motel. Mark sneaked in later.

I didn't think about it ahead of time, but that plan got us just one double bed. Once we realized it, we still figured it would be more comfortable than what we'd been sleeping on even if we had to double up.

There, in that rather tacky little motel room, Mark and I got just drunk enough to get past our inhibitions. The beer was good and cold, but the television was boring, and by the end of the second six-pack, we decided to hit the sack.

Mark was a couple of years younger than me but a pretty mature guy. As guys will do, we got into scrapping on the bed. We started off just playing grab-ass but stopped suddenly when we each had the other's cock tight in hand.

"Wow," Mark mumbled. "Yours sure is big."

Thinking back, I guess I didn't really have any way to judge. My dick is just shy of eight inches and pretty thick when it's hard, but to tell the truth, I'd never compared it to anyone else's fully erect. My only real girlfriend, who I'd dated all through high school and the first year of college, told me it was big, but all she ever did was beat me off or, just one time, she took the head of it in her mouth.

"Yours isn't much smaller," I countered, and it was true. Mark's was at least seven inches but it look smaller because it was thinner than mine.

The momentary embarrassment made us both pretty shy, but fortunately Mark was more experienced than I was.

"You ever done anything with another guy?" he asked quietly.

"What do you mean?" I answered naively.

"Well," he stammered, "you know, horsed around or stuff."

I admit I was naive, but I wasn't stupid. I wasn't very smooth either.

"You mean suck each other like queers do?" I blurted out.

"Yeah...no...well," Mark stammered. The silent pause was deafening.

"You ever done that?" I asked, getting down to business.

"No," he answered quietly, "a buddy of mine and I used to beat each other off. And there was this guy in my class who...." He hesitated.

"Who what?" I prompted, eager now for what might be a good story.

"Well," Mark was almost whispering, like he was telling a secret. "Well, one time he sucked my cock. I told him he couldn't do it again, but it sure felt good."

A stillness settled between us. My mind was racing as I remembered how good it had felt just for those few seconds when my girlfriend took my cock in her mouth, while the other part of my brain examined the deep moral questions of having sex with another guy. Yeah, sure. Let's be more honest.

The whole idea turned me on - not just the prospect of having him suck my cock, but even the idea of sucking his. It was the first time I'd ever really thought about it, and far from disgusting me, it seemed exciting.

For his part, Mark just sat there silently. He was obviously waiting for me to speak next and so I did.

"You mean you never tried doing it?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Oh no," he answered quickly. "Never. I never even thought of trying it."

"Neither have I," I answered with complete honesty, and it grew very quiet again. My brain was whirring around like a flight engine but even more significantly, my dick had gotten hard as a rock. Mark happened to glance down and that broke the silence.

"Shit, man," he cried, rather loudly now, "your cock's getting even bigger." He eyed me intently.

"You're thinking about getting your cock sucked, aren't you?" he asked bluntly.

"Uh-huh," I mumbled, rather embarrassed. I looked him in the eye as he spoke, now very quietly again.

"I will if you will," he said simply. We looked at each other but there wasn't really any question. All I did was nod.

When, several minutes later, we both were sucking on a stiff cock, even in my dazed innocence something told me I'd been led down the primrose path. I mean, there I was, struggling with all my might to take even part of his stiff seven-inch rod into my mouth. Mark was swallowing almost all of my thicker eight-inch meat with ease.

Although I realized it couldn't possibly be his first time, to tell the truth, I didn't dwell on it. His hot mouth was sending sparks from my dick all over my body and it was the hottest, damnedest feeling I'd ever known. His tongue raced up and down, and over and around the head of my cock even as his hot mouth pulled every inch of my cock deep into his throat repeatedly.

I wasn't doing nearly as well at sucking his cock, but it wasn't from lack of trying. I admitted it then and I admit it now. Sucking his cock seemed the most natural thing in the world to do with a buddy. But it wasn't easy to do, and I kept choking helplessly on his long, hard organ.

"Hold it," I finally cried, letting his cock slip from my mouth after a number of frustrating minutes. "Hold it!"

Mark stopped sucking and looked up at me from his half of our '69' position.

"What's the matter?" he asked in a surprised voice, "don't you like it."

"Oh yeah," I answered, "it feels great, but how the fuck do you do it? I'm almost choking to death down here?"

Mark laughed and grinned, which made me sure he wasn't the novice he'd pretended to be. But he wasn't ready to admit it aloud.

"I don't know," he said finally, "I just let your cock slide in and out of my mouth."

"Bullshit," I countered, "I'm trying as hard as I can but yours keeps choking me."

"I thought maybe you didn't like doing it," Mark said very quietly.

"No, I don't mind," I answered. "Actually it's kind of fun." He grinned again.

"But I don't like not being able to do it right," I said, probably sounding as naive as that sounds yet today.

"Take it easy," he said, his voice kindly and tolerant. "Don't try to suck it so hard or so fast."

That's all he said. Then he dove back down and gulped almost my whole cock back into his mouth. He started sucking it again, hard and fast, just as he'd told me not to do.

I was frustrated but undaunted. I tried to concentrate on what he was doing and how he was doing it, but frankly it just felt too damn good. Besides, I wanted to suck his cock some more. After a minute or so, I shrugged and tried again.

His advice was good. I tried sucking more slowly and sure enough, it was a lot easier. Little by little I found I could take most of its considerable length, then quite by accident, I moved my head just a little bit and all seven inches of his throbbing cockmeat was in my mouth. I froze. I just held it there for as long as I could hold my breath. It felt great to be doing it, and I was so pleased with myself.

His cock twitched in my mouth, and I moved quickly before I would gag.

"Ah-hah," I said to myself, "that's the way."

If all this sounds like intellectual pursuit, forget it. It was pure animal lust. The way he was sucking my cock felt better than anything I'd ever felt in my whole life, and I wanted to make him feel good too so he'd keep doing it.

The delicious mutual pleasure seemed to go on for a very long time but I'm sure it was no more than five or ten minutes. It might have gone on longer except whatever talent I had seemed to have worked.

"God damn, I'm really getting close," he stopped sucking long enough to say hurriedly.

I heard what he said, but I just kept sucking. To me it meant he liked what I was doing. I did too, but I wasn't prepared when that first blast of his hot cum hit the back of my throat about twenty seconds later.

"Ug-blugh," is about what the noise I made sounded like, and I nearly panicked as his spasming cock kept shooting deep into my mouth. I could feel my mouth filling up with his hot, sticky fluid and I didn't know what to do.

"Swallow, dammit," he cried quickly, and I did, which kept me from drowning in all he was shooting. I put my hand around his back and held onto him tightly as I siphoned the rest of his load down my throat. I can't really describe it adequately, but it was a most incredible sense of satisfaction to have made him come like that.

He was sucking my cock furiously now and I realized that in concentrating on sucking his I'd been missing some of the intense feelings stirring in my own crotch.

I've never known anyone who can actually describe what it feels like to come. My own view is that it's like every nerve in your body gets teased to the point where you can't stand it. Then all of a sudden, a feeling washes over you and your cock and balls explode, making every one of those same nerves feel better than they have ever felt before. It's not a great description, but it works for me.

But that time was wilder than any feeling I'd ever known jerking off. I actually think I felt the first three or four shots of my own cum shoot off into his mouth. Those eruptions were matched by low moaning sounds from Mark who didn't stop but merely slowed his sucking action.

My body actually quivered as the exquisite feelings took over every part of my being and the center of the universe seemed to be in my cock which Mark kept deep in his mouth. It seemed to take a long time for the sensations to pass, as I became aware again of his strong jaws and tongue seeming to nurse my cock for every drop my balls held. My body shook again, and then returned the calm.

"Oh my God," I said, my voice sounding quite unlike me. "Oh God, that felt unbelievable."

I heard a funny sound and looked down to find Mark grinning and almost giggling. I helplessly grinned in return.

"That the first time you've come like that?" he asked with a chuckle in his voice. No words came to mind so I just nodded.

"That's what I thought, buddy," he went on. "You shot a hell of a lot of stuff there."

"Sorry," I said automatically.

"Hell no," Mark answered, grinning again, "It was great, man."

I fell back against the bed and tried to get my breathing to get back to normal while Mark turned around and laid next to me. Minutes passed in silence.

My mind sort of cleared and I started putting pieces of the puzzle together again.

"You son of a bitch," I said in mock anger. "You lied to me. I don't believe that you've never done that before." Mark looked a little shocked but stayed calm.

"Look, buddy," he finally said quietly, "I'm sorry that I lied, but I couldn't very well tell you that I've been wanting to suck your cock every day since I first saw you, could I?" Our eyes met again and seeing his earnest expression, I had to smile.

"How'd you know I'd go along with it?" I asked finally.

"I didn't," he said, and then he paused, "but I could hope, couldn't I?"

We talked for well over two hours after that, both pretty much sobered up by now. Mark admitted he was gay and had known it for several years. I felt pretty dumb, and asked question after question, hoping to sort out the confusion now raging through my brain. Mark finally put it in his own perspective.

"Look, buddy," he said, turning to face me as we lay on the bed, "this doesn't have to mean anything, you know. Forget that it happened. You were drunk, remember. Just put it out of your mind if you want to. Don't make it too important."

I started to say something but he stopped me with a gesture.

"I promise I'll never mention it again if you don't, and I won't try to do anything either."

All this rather took me aback, but it was the last Mark said that night. He turned back on his other side and within a minute I heard the slow, measured breathing of a sleeping man.

My mind kept racing over and over what had happened. It wasn't what we'd done that I was thinking about, it was how it had made me feel. There was no guilt. There was no shame. There were only positive feelings, I told myself, and even as I realized the consequences, the facts couldn't be denied.

It was half an hour later that I finally turned on my side and closed my eyes. I'd expected to have trouble falling asleep, but I was wrong. I was out like a light.

The light was just starting to filter through the draperies when I awoke that next morning. A glance at the clock radio on the night table told me we still had a couple of hours before we had to leave for the base.

I looked over at Mark, sleeping peacefully near the far edge of the bed. As I've said, he was probably about twenty but at that moment, lying there facing me, he looked even younger. His face was clear with little sign of any beard, and his body was slim and well built. Only the dark, curly hair which spread from his lower chest across his stomach and down to his crotch made him look like an adult man.

His cock was soft and laid gently among the bushy growth of hair with his egg-shaped balls. My cock was throbbing and my mind raced.

"Could it have been a dream?" I asked myself incredulously. "Could I have just imagined it?"

That jolted me out of my reverie and I realized that my throbbing hard-on meant that I needed to piss. As quietly as possible I climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom and relieved myself. Then I went back to bed, and went over in my mind all that happened - or that I'd imagined. Halfway through reminiscing, I realized my cock was stiff again and I chuckled to myself.

"Either it happened or it was the best dream I've ever had."

Mark stirred in his sleep. I tried to stay as quiet as possible, but he glanced over at me wide awake.

"What time is it, buddy?" he asked, turning to face me. I told him the time and frankly stared at his body as he stretched himself luxuriously.

"Mark," I started cautiously. He looked at me, very alert.

"Did what I remember actually happen?" I asked quietly.

"Only if you want it to," he answered in a calm voice, as our eyes met. Now it was my turn to grin.

"Hell, yes," I said, "I've never had a dream that felt that good." He laughed.

The anxiety relieved now, I slid down the bed, my hands reaching out to touch his silky skin.

"What I don't understand," I said with unintentioned innocence, "is last night your dick was so big I thought it would choke me to death. Now that seems hard to believe." I glanced again at his soft dick then looked up into Mark's face. He was chuckling.

"You're the one who made it so big," he said with a chuckle.

I took his cock in my hand and he let out a small stream of air which I took to be an affirmative. I was stroking his cock gently when his strong arms touched mine.

"Come back up here," he said in a whisper. I moved to comply and we were soon lying face to face.

"Now listen," he said quietly, "this is something else I've been wanting to do for a long time." My eyes opened wide in curiosity as he slipped one arm under my neck and wrapped the other around me.

"This is part of sex too," he said quietly, just before our lips met.

I readily admit that deep kissing had been part of my repertoire for a long time, and kissing him seemed just about as natural as anything could ever be. The physical reaction was startling. Within seconds of our lips touching, my cock had again risen to full attention. Once I'd gotten my arms untangled and around him, I felt Mark's cock throb against my leg in stiff response. I think my easy reception to kissing surprised Mark a little, but not enough to let it interrupt us.

Those several hours were the first complete lovemaking I'd ever known. We had sex, devouring each other's cocks with the same passion as the night before, and with a lot more comfort on my part.

With the added dimension of kissing and holding each other passionately, the whole experience reached an emotional high that I'll never forget. No guilt and no trauma followed, and I'll always thank Mark for that precious memory.

We walked the mile and half back to base, talking all the way.

"You know it really is much too dangerous to try anything on the base," Mark said suddenly as we walked. "Particularly in your case. Hell, you've only got a short time left. Don't risk getting booted out recklessly."

I agreed totally and promised that I wouldn't even think of doing anything on the base.

The next time we got a week-end pass, Mark and I closeted ourselves in that same Holiday Inn and sucked each other silly as often as we could. We also spent a lot of time talking, teasing and laughing.

I should have known it was too good to be true, however. About two months later, Mark got transferred to a training school he'd been after for a long time and suddenly I was on my own again. I felt even more alone than I had before.

I found myself spending longer time in the showers, checking out the other guys as secretively as I could, and meanwhile I was getting very frustrated and extremely horny. I was heading off on a week-end pass for the first time after Mark left when I remembered something he'd said the last week-end we spent together.

He mentioned casually that there was cruising at the bus station in Trenton, and that there was an adult bookstore in town where guys sometimes got some action on through glory holes. Dumb as I was, I figured out what that meant though at the time I didn't really pay attention to where the places were.

When I went into town after Mark left, I headed for the bus station which, like many of them today, was rather rundown. There was action, but after I got my dick sucked under the partition, having figured out the foot-tapping and other signals, I felt curiously unsatisfied. I decided that probably wasn't for me.

As I hitched a ride back into town the next time I got a pass, I saw the adult bookstore, and decided to give that a shot. I thanked the driver for the ride, hopped out and walked back. Once inside, I changed a couple of dollars for quarters and went into one of the viewing booths in the back of the store. Each booth showed seven or eight movies, and I'd noticed that half of them were gay.

X-rated movies were completely new to me and I was fascinated, especially by the gay ones. I was watching one of the gay movies, which was pretty hot, when I heard someone walk into the booth next to mine. When he opened the door the light shown through a hole in the dividing wall which was a good four inches in diameter. A movie started showing on his side and I went back to watching the gay movie on my screen.

My dick had gotten pretty hard and, forgetting about the hole in the wall, I pulled it out and started stroking it as I watched the hot movie. I was so engrossed in the movie that I didn't notice the fingers resting on bottom of the opening right away and when I did, it so startled me that I jumped, shoved my dick back in my pants and practically ran out of the booth.

I headed up to the front of the store and looked at some of the porno magazines and books. Eventually, my heart stopped pounding so loud I felt sure everyone else could hear. Fortunately there were only a few people there and no one seemed to notice.

"For God's sake," I told myself. "That's why you came here. Quit kidding yourself."

I screwed up my courage and headed back to the viewing booths, finding that the one I'd been in before was now occupied. I found another empty one but after locking the door I realized that there was no glory hole to either side. So I dumped a couple of dollars worth of quarters into the machine and flipped around from channel to channel watching a few minutes of each of the gay movies they were showing.

No matter what anybody says, those films are educational. I learned a lot about sucking cock - for that matter, from the time I spent in that booth, I learned a lot about how different guy's cocks can look. I was beating my dick pretty hard now and feeling hornier than ever. Just then I changed the movie again and my heart practically stopped.

A slim young guy was about to get fucked in a standing position by a really tall guy with the biggest cock in the world. I stood there in absolute disbelief as the tall guy slowly and carefully pushed what looked like a ten-inch cucumber up the little guy's ass.

"No way I'll ever take it that way," I told myself, stepping out of the booth to get a few more dollars worth of quarters. I started to change movies but was irresistibly drawn back to the frightening picture of the big stud fucking the little guy.

"How can he take it?" I wondered silently, shaking my head. Suddenly the picture changed and the little guy was lying on his back with the tall guy pounding his huge cock up his ass from between his legs. That was wild, I thought, and then they showed a close up of the young guy's face and I stared in disbelief at the look of incredible joy on his face.

"I don't know how or why, but the kid really likes it," I thought in total confusion. That look made me forget about the impossibility of it, and the movie began to really turn me on again. My dick was hot as fire and I had to let it go to keep from coming right then and there.

Out of quarters again, I stepped from the booth and noticed that the booth I'd been in before was now empty again. I changed another dollar for quarters and, steeling myself, I walked back into the first booth.

I started the movie and pulled out my dick which had calmed down only a little. I hadn't been stroking it for more than ten seconds when the fingers appeared again.

"Here goes," I told myself and turned slightly toward the opening. A large, rough hand grabbed my dick and pulled me toward the wall. I followed willingly.

What happened next describes the essence of what I'd later come to understand as casual sex. My cock passed through that hole and into a wet, hot mouth of about blast furnace temperature.

"Oh my God," my voice shouted to myself. That incredible mouth almost literally inhaled every bit of my eight-inch cock. My cock throbbed at the intense heat and the sensations as the guy started doing unbelievably wild and stimulating things were unbelievable.

It wasn't half a minute before I was popping my nuts, in what felt like the hottest orgasm I'd ever had. I didn't think my cock was every going to stop throbbing and shooting.

The guy just kept sucking and sucking as I emptied my balls into his steamy mouth, and I felt his mouth twitch repeatedly as he swallowed all I had to offer. He didn't stop even when I'd finished shooting. He just held my dick in his mouth and kept sucking it gently.

Almost as a reflex, I started to pull my dick back through the hole but he grabbed my balls and held them tightly.

"Don't go," he whispered intently, "let me suck another load out of this beauty."

"I gotta go," I whispered back, adding "Sorry" as if as an afterthought.

"Hope to see you again," he countered, finally letting go of my nuts.

I stuffed my cock and balls back in my pants and left. I walked down the road to a nearby coffee shop and stopped in for a Coke. My mind was racing. It was so different from my times with Mark. This was like doing something that you might get caught at and left a strange kind of exhilaration instead of the more calm but physically satisfying experience I'd known. It took a long time for me to sort out the feelings.

Back in the present, a knock at my bedroom door interrupted my reverie. It was my Mom telling me that someone from the trucking company was on the phone. I started to get up and that's when I realized that remembering that first time with Mark again had given me a huge hard-on which I couldn't hide. I told Mom I'd be right down and thankfully she left right away.

The call was just to make sure I was in school and the dispatch person told me that assuming I passed the course they'd have work for me in two weeks time. I thanked him and climbed the stairs again, settling down with my books.

The truck driving school was a somewhat strange experience. The schoolroom part of it was pretty elementary, but the class was an interesting collection of people.

Predominantly male, the average age was probably in the mid-20's. Most seemed to be pretty 'regular' guys, but there were a few who really stood out to me.

The first was Bob, the guy who sat next to me. Bob was always bright and cheerful, seemed to be one of the quickest to learn in the class, and just happened to be a great-looking guy. He was tall and slender, with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, and had that kind of face which you know will look good at any age. He almost always wore chino pants and you could often see the faint outline of his dick next to his fly. I couldn't help looking at him, and even the way his pants clung to his ass was enough to drive me crazy. I often found myself distracted from class.

On the other side of me sat Louie. Short and strongly built, his Italianate heritage showed in his dark hair and flashing dark brown eyes. He always wore his shirt open to mid-chest and showed a huge crop of dark curly hair on his thickly built chest. He usually wore levis that fit his strongly built lower body perfectly, and the bulge pushing down his left leg looked like Louie had gotten at least his fair share of manly endowment.

Louie had the strangest habit of talking to himself all throughout class, and frequently his mutterings brought those of us who were near enough to gales of laughter. We never did figure out whether he did it on purpose or not.

Once, when the instructor was talking about being sure to lock and check your truck even when you stopped for just a short break at a rest area, Louie muttered under his breath:

"No way. You don't want to keep the cocksuckers waiting."

Another time, the instructor was saying informally that most over the road drivers hear from one another about which truck stops have the best food and sleeping rooms, Louie offered his own opinion.

"Sure, right. Also which ones have the best pussy and the best glory holes."

I glanced at Bob out of the corner of my eye. He was sitting back and grinning but Louie couldn't see him.

We spent a long time in class dealing with the rules on how long you were supposed to drive before you had to stop for a break. Naturally, Louie had his own opinions on that too.

"Gotta stop from time to time," he said in a low mutter, "can't go that long without getting my nuts off."

And another time, just before we starting road classes, the instructor was charting out some local routes for us which would involve both city driving and being out on the interstate. Louie had his own plan.

"My first solo trip's out to that rest area on route #5. Best glory hole in town."

Bob and I often joked about Louie when we were on a cigarette break. Bob figured Louie was doing it on purpose to make us laugh but I wasn't so sure.

"You don't see his face when he's talking," I countered, "I mean, he's damn serious and he never looks up from his paper. I really think he's just thinkin' out loud."

"If so, he's gotta be the horniest guy who ever lived," Bob said, shaking his head, "I mean, he never talks about anything but getting his rocks off."

"Yeah," I answered, "but let's face it. How many chicks tell Louie 'no'?"

We both laughed about it.

A couple of days after Louie had mentioned it, I found myself driving on route #5 to run an errand for my Mom. When I saw the rest area sign, I felt a strong stirring in my crotch, and I pulled in, figuring I'd just check out the scene.

I parked my car then walked quickly into the men's room. From the outside, there didn't appear to be anyone else around, and sure enough, the men's room was deserted. I checked the stalls and found that between two of them there was about a six-inch hole cut into the divider. I entered one and locked the door behind me.

The walls and the door were covered with graffiti, featuring the usual kind of "make date" suggestions. Some referred more blatantly to the glory hole including one with a clear suggestion and an arrow pointing rather obviously to the hole.

Once I finished reading the graffiti, I grew bored. I thought about leaving, but instead my mind flashed back again to that bookstore in New Jersey. My first experience had been exciting but rather strange. When I'd visited the next time, things kind of turned around.

It was a couple of weeks later and I was feeling very horny. Mark had been gone several weeks, and I knew no one to could even talk to about my newfound desires. There were a couple of people checking out the magazines and books in the front of the store, one of whom was a young guy who was rather good looking. In fact he was good looking enough that it made we stop and pretend to look at a few magazines just to check him out. Shyly, I selected a straight porno magazine and started flipping through the pages.

He looked to be in his late twenties. He was average in height, slim and seemed to be well built. He had brown curly hair and was dressed in rather snug levis and a knit shirt. He didn't look up or pay much attention to me, and I noticed he was reading a straight porno magazine pretty intently.

I shrugged and figured he was straight, so I gave up the game and headed for the video booths at the back of the shop. I changed a few dollars for quarters and noted that of the ten booths only two were occupied, one of those being the one I'd gotten sucked off in the prior time. I went into one of the booths at the other end and dropped a few quarters into the machine and started watching the movies.

A few minutes passed and I'd gotten pretty involved watching the movie. A couple of guys doing a heavy cocksucking scene, and it was making me horny as hell. It didn't take a genius to figure it out. I wanted to be in on the action, preferably sucking a guy who was taking my dick too.

Just then I heard the door to the next booth open and close. I saw the light and realized for the first time that the two stalls had a hole cut into the wall between. I heard a movie start next door and, very curious, I squatted down and looked through the hole. I was sure I recognized the levis as belonging to the guy I'd seen out front.

He had the sound turned down so I couldn't tell what movie he was watching, and he was just standing there. I figured that meant he wasn't interested in any action so I stood up again and went back to watching the guys in the gay movie. I fed a few more quarters into the machine, because I was getting hotter watching the action on the screen. Every now and then, I bent down to see what the guy next door was doing.

There was no sign that he even had a hard-on which surprised me because mine was shockingly hard from watching the movie, and was agonizingly constrained in my pants.

I shook my head but went back to watching the movie again. I pulled my cock out from its confinement and stroked it as I watched the two guys each happily devouring the other's hard meat. I beat my cock and couldn't help thinking about the sexy guy next door. My horniness was getting overwhelming.

Squatting down again, I saw that the view hadn't changed. He was just standing there. I was getting frustrated as hell and that made me suddenly bold. I remembered what the two guys had done the previous time and I did the same, resting a couple of my fingers on the bottom edge of the whole. For a moment there was no response and I started to move my hand away when suddenly, in almost a single movement, the guy quickly undid his fly zipper and pulled out a good looking cock.

For just a second I froze, but woke up very quickly as the guy moved toward me, pushing his rapidly stiffening pole through the opening. Somehow I was stunned to see that growing cock coming straight at me. It was rapidly stretching out to about seven inches and was well formed and nicely cut.

"That's what you wanted, isn't it?" a voice asked in my head and I knew it was. Almost as a reflex, I opened my mouth and moved forward to take his very warm meat into my mouth. There was a noise like a low moan from the other side of the wall, probably a response to having my mouth surround his cock.

I was wildly excited now and I felt myself start to tremble.

"Wow!" came a whispered sigh from next door, "suck it, man."

"Come on. Suck his cock right," my mind raced. I tried to concentrate and remember everything Mark and the other guy had done that made getting my cock sucked feel so good. The guy's cock was a little longer than Mark's but about the same thickness, and after a few strokes, I found I could take most of it into my mouth without choking.

Sucking him was fun, and my own cock was rock hard as I worked on that stiff meat. Maybe it's the danger element of doing something in a place like that, but I really got excited sucking his cock. He was hot too, driving his meat deeper into my mouth with each stroke.

It felt so great to be sucking his cock that I was both surprised and a little disappointed when after no more than a couple dozen strokes or so, I felt his cock expand and then start to shoot off in my mouth.

The first blast of his cum hit real deep in my mouth and I almost choked. I swallowed quickly but kept nursing his stiff rod as it pumped volley after volley of hot cum into my mouth. I had to swallow a couple of more times to keep up with the steady flow of boiling hot sweet cream.

"Yeah," the guy said in a whisper as the flow finally began to subside. I didn't want it to end so I kept sucking his cock even as it started to soften in my mouth.

Then just as quickly as he'd fed it to me, he pulled his cock and balls back, stuffed them back into his pants and was out the door. I was left there in that uncomfortable position, feeling stunned at the quickness of the whole thing.

I stood up and leaned back against the door, taking a deep breath. What a funny experience, I thought. The movie was still going, and the sight of the two guys showering each other with their ejaculations brought my attention back to my own cock which was still very hard and standing straight out from my fly.

The action on the screen shifted to two other guys, one of whom was obviously supposed to be a delivery man bringing a package to the other's door. It took all of about a minute for the two of them to be stripped out of their clothes and down on the carpet. I smiled at the unlikely scenario.

I was staring at the screen and still in that dazed state when I heard the door to the booth next to me open and close again. It made little impression on me because by that time one of the guys was about to fuck the other in the ass and that action was still way beyond my understanding.

In only a few seconds, the guy on the screen was starting to shove his rather long and thick cock into the other guy's hole. I watched in fascination as he worked inch after inch of it into him, until finally the fucker buried the last couple of inches with a mighty push.

I just stood there watching, my hand lightly stroking my now throbbing cock, as he started his fucking motion, pistoning his cock in and out of the guy's ass.

A noise caught my attention and I saw that the guy next door was urging me to feed him my cock, his hand resting on the bottom of the gaping hole. It didn't take much persuasion before I shoved my cock through that hole hoping for a great blow job.

"Hey, that's beautiful," the guy commented in a deep, soft voice. I felt his tongue run lightly over the head and down the shaft before he took half of it into his mouth and I felt his burning spit on my sensitive cockmeat. He didn't suck hard or take the full length of the shaft in his mouth. In fact, his style of fucking made me wonder how experienced he was. Suddenly he stopped sucking.

"Come in here," he whispered softly, releasing my cock from his mouth. I hesitated, not sure quite what to do.

"Come on," he whispered again. I arranged my dick back in my pants and opened the door as quietly as I could. There was no one around as I walked to the next door which quickly opened. Even in the dim light, I could see that the guy was short and dark-haired and was wearing snug fitting jeans and a dark knit shirt.

"Let's go over here," he said, leading the way to a booth across the way. He walked in and held the door open for me to follow, which I did.

Once inside the booth he turned around and we stood very close to each other. He was shorter than me by a half a foot or so, but I sure couldn't complain about how he looked. He was good looking in a dark masculine way, and his olive-toned skin added to the effect.

Our eyes met and I felt sure I knew what he was thinking. I leaned forward and met his full, luscious lips with my own and we kissed deeply. He slid his tongue into my mouth and I went crazy trying to do the same to him. Only after we'd kissed for a couple of minutes did he reach down and grab my throbbing cock through my pants. Once I felt his hand groping me, I reached for his crotch, feeling his hard-on through the thick denim fabric.

"You wanna go to my place or you wanna do it here?" he asked in a whisper. I shrugged my shoulders. It wasn't a question anyone had ever asked me before.

"I don't live far from here," he whispered, "and we'll be a lot more comfortable." Feeling more than a little confused, I nodded.

We walked from the book store together, the old guy in the corner paying no attention to us at all. He started toward a car parked over on the side and I hung back a little, feeling very unsure.

"What's the matter?" he asked, his voice deep again.

"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "It's just that I've never gone home with anyone before. I'm a little nervous."

"No need to be," he said calmly, "I promise I'll bring you back." I still hesitated and he went on in a quieter voice.

"Look," he said, "I want you to fuck me, and it will be a lot better if we do it in bed rather than standing up in there. But if you don't want to go to my place, then let's go back in and do it. I'm really hot for it, man!"

That did it. The prospect of fucking this handsome guy wiped out my reserve, and we were soon on the way.

We talked on the way to his house. He told me his name was Neil and that he'd lived in that area all his life.

"You live alone?" I asked, but he shook his head.

"No. I'm married, but my wife's out of town."

"I don't understand," I said frankly but he smiled calmly and patted my knee.

"Don't worry," he said quietly, "it's just that I'm bisexual. I love my wife but sometimes I like getting fucked by a young stud like you."

I felt flattered but only slightly less confused. I told myself I'd think it out later.

It didn't take long after we got to his house that we were both out of most of our clothes and necking like crazy on the sofa in the family room. It was somewhat like being with Mark again and I was feeling really good.

"Come on down here," Neil said as he half pulled me down onto the thickly carpeted floor. He had me lie on my back and slid my shorts down and took them off.

"You've sure got a man-sized cock," he said, nuzzling my balls with his lips and tongue while he held my again-hard cock in his hand and stroked it gently. When he started to suck gently on my cock I realized that I really didn't want it to just be one-way.

"Turn around," I said, then went on as he looked surprised. "I wanna suck yours too." His eyes met mine and he looked very serious.

"I hope you don't mind that mine's a lot smaller than yours," he said quietly. I shook my head but he looked skeptical.

Once he was turned around, I managed to push his shorts down and saw that he was right. His cock was hard but even at that it was probably a little less than six inches long. I took it in my mouth and found to my delight that I could take the full length of his shaft into my mouth easily.

I've learned since then that lots of guys are hung up on big cocks, and maybe I should be glad of that since I've got a pretty big one. But at that moment, I thought it was really great that this sexy dude had a cock I could enjoy sucking comfortably.

We '69ed' for five or ten minutes or so before Neil stopped sucking mine and pulled his cock from my mouth.

"That feels great," he said, turning around to face me again, "but I want to get fucked and I'm hotter than hell already."

Shyly, I confessed that I'd never fucked another guy. He smiled calmly and took charge. He went to the bathroom, returning in just a minute or so with a large towel. He had me lie on my back on the towel. He stretched out on top of me and we kissed for several minutes before he crawled between my legs and briefly sucked on my cock again. Then he sat across my hips and kissed me again.

"Okay. Just let me take it easy," he whispered as he sat up. He reached for my cock behind him and I watched in fascination as he slowly and carefully positioned the head at his asshole. I laid perfectly still as he moved down and the head and an inch or so my cock entered his steamy hole.

"Oh," I said in surprise as I felt the heat and tightness of his ass around the head of my dick.

"Uh-huh," he countered as he moved another inch down the shaft.

My eyes were locked on his as he started moving up and down, each downward movement impaling him further on my cock. The tightness of his ass channel and the searing heat of his insides made me think I was going to come right away, but he relaxed the pressure against my shaft as he slid down it. It felt fantastic, however as he took more and more of my dick.

"Oh God," he cried as with one big move he finally sank down against my crotch and I could feel the whole length of my cock trapped inside him. Involuntarily my cock throbbed deep in his insides.

"Wait," he said, now almost panting, "wait a minute."

"Sorry," I countered, "I couldn't help it." I held perfectly still as he ground his ass against my public hairs and I felt the bones of his butt against my tender skin.

After a minute of so, he started moving up and down the shaft again as waves of fantastic sensations raced from my dick to every part of my body. I thought I'd probably come right away but he slowed the action just as I started to get close.

"How're you doing?" he asked in a quiet voice, his beautiful dark eyes focused on mine.

"It feels fantastic," I answered, "How about you?"

"Super," he answered, "It's great having your cock in there. Really great."

We stayed in that position for several minutes more, and I was surprised when he started moving up and away from my cock. As it finally slid from his tight grasp, he lay down on the towel next to me.

"I think we'll both like this even better," he said with a big sigh.

He lay on his back and motioned me to between his legs and tried to grab my cock as he raised his legs. I took advantage of the opportunity to grab a quick mouthful of his dick which had softened a little but still looked very appetizing.

"Come on, stud," his voice slightly agitated, "I need that big cock of yours in me again." Reluctantly I let his cock go and he got hold of my still very hard dick and carefully positioned it at his opening.

"Don't go too fast," he said in a whispered caution as the head slipped back into his asshole.

I knew it was up to me to take charge now and so I did, slowly pushing in a little of my cock's length then stopping. Then I pulled it out a little and then pushed back in, going a little deeper each time. He was taking it easily now, and it sure felt great as he took more and more of my dick into his really hot ass.

"Oh God," he cried when it was all back inside him again, and he reached back to grab the cheeks of my ass and pulled my dick even further into him than it had been before.

"Now fuck me," he said excitedly, "do what feels good to you and really give me a good fucking."

From that day on, I've understood that fucking is indeed instinctive because just doing what felt good kept me plunging my eight-inch joy stick in and out of his snug, fiery hole repeatedly.

I kept watching the look on his face and saw his expression change from serious discomfort to sheer delight. I saw him wince in pleasure every time my cock touched one place deep inside him, and soon I found ways to stroke that would get that reaction from him again and again.

"Oh God, that's so good," Neil moaned as I fucked him deep repeatedly and his body shook in reaction. "Keep fucking me like that. Oh yes, please!"

It didn't take much for me to keep it up. I mean, it felt so damn good to me I thought my cock was going to just explode from the intense heat and pressure I was feeling. But I kept fucking and he kept giving me that look that said yes, that's good, and do it again.

I would have liked it to go on forever, but I knew nothing then about how to pace and make it last. I still don't know how to slow down when fucking hard and deep gets a guy as excited as it did Neil that night. I mean, how can you slow down when going fast makes both of you feel so damn good.

"I'm gonna come," I cried finally, keeping up the pistoning as hard and deep as I could even as I knew I was about there.

"Do it, stud," Neil cried back, "keep fucking me like that as long as you can."

That about did it for me. I pounded my cock up his ass as fast and hard and deep as I could until the world exploded somewhere between my brain and my nuts. In minutes, my cock was spewing the biggest, wildest load of my life deep in his searing guts. I just kept coming and he kept twitching those ass muscles of his to squeeze and suck every drop from my nuts.

"Oh, yes, oh God!" he cried loudly, "now me. Now me!"

I didn't understand quite what he meant until I felt his asshole start to grab my dick harder and harder, almost throbbing against the shaft of my dick.

Suddenly I looked down and saw his cock was shooting too, the first volley hitting way up on his chest. As I watched, his cock continued to spew until his belly was coated with his thick, white juice. When it finally subsided and his asshole relaxed its death grip on my dick, Neil had closed his eyes and was breathing deeply again as the last feelings of that moment passed.

The intensity of my climax had made my cock start to soften and though I tried to keep it buried inside him, I could feel it inexorably coming out. He moaned and I groaned as it finally slipped free of his hole and flopped down against the towel below.

"God damn," I couldn't help saying, "that was the wildest thing ever."

He pulled me down to lie next to him and I collapsed against his strong body. He held me without speaking until both of us were breathing normally again.

"Hey," he said finally, almost whispering in my ear, "You're damn good, young hunk." He grinned and I couldn't keep myself from giggling.

"I'm not sure quite what that means," I started, but he interrupted me.

"It means that was one of the wildest fucks I've ever had," he said, "and one of the best. Not many guys make me come like that without me even touching my dick."

I saw Neil again two nights later and we had sex again. It was even more satisfying than the first time and my balls again felt totally drained when he dropped me back at the base. He told me again how good it had been for him, and I was glad. That's when I started believing that sex is best when both are fully satisfied.

Neil and I saw each other a couple of more times before I left the service. Sex with him was great, and he seemed to be a really nice guy. I enjoyed knowing him even when we weren't in bed, though being married and carrying on with me never did make sense to me. However, he was the only thing about New Jersey that I've missed since I got out.

I remembered all this as I sat in the deserted men's room at the rest area, thinking about the wasted glory hole right there next to me. In truth, I suspect I'd only been there about five minutes when the door flew open and I heard two hearty voiced men enter.

"You sure drive slow, you sonofabitch," one raspy voice said. "If I don't piss soon I'm gonna fuckin' drown."

"Oh bullshit," the other voice countered. "You think you've got problems. I've gotta use the crapper, so don't get crazy. Just finish pissing and wait for me out in the truck." Something about that voice sounded familiar but not that I could identify.

From what he'd said, I found it peculiar that he didn't take one of the first stalls but walked down right into the stall next to me. It struck me as odd that he'd have specifically picked the one with the glory hole. I heard the urinal flush and then the water and the paper towel dispenser.

"I'll be waitin' for you," the guy said before the door opened and closed.

I was too nervous to look through the hole until the guy had sat down and his friend had left. Then I carefully leaned forward as naturally as possible and took a quick peek through the hole.

The guy was wearing a dark blue shirt and pants that looked like a uniform but had arranged the pants below his knees and had his cock in his hand, stroking it, but I couldn't see what he had. I sat back figuring that he had to go and decided I'd wait it out if he didn't take too long.

I could see a slight shadow on the wall through the glory hole and suddenly realized from the shadow that the guy was looking through the hole at me. Feeling bold, I sat back and started stroking my cock up to erection which didn't take long between reading the graffiti and remembering Neil. I didn't do anything too deliberate like sliding forward on the seat or waving it at the guy, but I figured if he wanted to see what I had I was proud to show it to him.

It got results. No more than ten seconds later, the guy rested his fingers on the bottom of the glory hole and gestured me toward it. My dick was hard by now and it was damn easy to be tempted. I stood and faced toward the hole.

"Give it to me," the voice from the other side said, and I took a step forward as a hand grabbed my balls and a hot mouth surrounded the head of my cock.

"Suck it," I said almost automatically as I felt a muscular tongue wet and tease at my dick as it was surrounded by an experienced and talented mouth. The guy was damn good and my dick was feeling great as he sucked it. I reached up and grabbed the top of the dividing wall for support.

The guy sucked my dick for several minutes. He was having a little trouble taking the full length of my eight-inch weapon, but he was sure trying for all he was worth. It surprised me a little when he stopped and spoke in a low voice.

"You got a great cock, man. How about suckin' on mine a minute?"

"Sure," I answered, pulling my equipment back through the hole and sitting down again on the toilet seat. I looked quickly but was too late to see the guy's face. What I saw instead was the thickest six and a half inches of cockmeat I'd ever seen being shoved through the glory hole along with a huge pair of balls.

The guy's cock was incredible. I couldn't get my fingers to touch around it, and I wasn't at all sure I'd be able to even get it into my mouth. But I was game to try and with some effort and a lot of patience, I was soon doing a respectable job of sucking the guy's rod.

"Yeah. Suck that cock good," the guy said in a hoarse whisper, and I thought again how familiar that voice sounded. But it was the other voice I heard next that almost scared the life out of me.

"Okay, faggots. Now I've got you. Come out of there."

I jumped in panic. The guy jumped too, pulling his dick back through the hole and I think scraping it on the edge of the hole in the process. I looked down at the pair of feet I could see under the partition and at the case holding a police badge which was being displayed for me to see.

I can't describe what went through my mind at that moment except that I'll always know what terror feels like. I jumped up and pulled my pants up, cramming my quickly softening dick down into my shorts. I couldn't seem to move because I was shaking so and felt like I was bouncing off the walls.

"Come on out here," the voice demanded. "Open the damn door, faggots."

The guy next to me didn't seem as excited as I felt, but he was dressing and when he opened the door I swallowed hard and did the same.

"Gotcha, stud," I heard in a familiar voice. Standing there, with a grin as wide as his face was Bob, laughing his head off. I glanced to the right and saw an equally wide grin on the silent face of Louie.

"Guess that answers that question, huh, Louie," Bob said between his laughter. "Guess we found out this sexy stud is one of us, right?"

To say that I wasn't amused is to understate the situation much too much. I was so angry that I couldn't speak. I stalked out of that damn place with fury in my heart, somehow determined that I'd get back at them for tricking me.

The two of them were hot on my heels and it wasn't until they'd practically tackled me and we were all sprawled on the grass surrounding the rest area that the humor of the situation hit me and I started laughing along with them.

"I'm sorry, buddy," Bob said when he and Louie finally had me subdued and quiet. "I never thought you'd take it this way. I figured you'd laugh too."

"Yeah," Louie added, "I'm sorry we scared you like that. It was really rotten."

I looked at the two of them being contrite and the anger drained away. In the end I couldn't help but laugh along.

"I've never been so scared in my whole life," I said finally. "It never occurred to me that it was a joke."

"I thought you knew I used to be a cop," Bob spoke up.

"Well I didn't," I answered, "and even if I did, how was I to know it was you."

"I don't know," Bob said sincerely, "I just didn't think you'd take it so hard."

Once I'd calmed down again, Bob suggested that we stop for a beer and we all agreed. Louie offered his place which happened to be close by. As I drove there, my mind was still occupied by what had happened and I got pretty hot under the collar again.

"How did you just happen to find me there?" I asked after we were all seated in Louie's kitchen. They both looked a little sheepish but Bob finally answered.

"Let's start at the beginning," he said. "Louie and I first met a couple of months ago. When we found we were both in the trucking school class, we agreed you were the sexiest stud in the group and wondered whether or not you might like to play around." Louie nodded along with all of this.

"Anyway," Bob went on, "we hatched the plan for Louie to say those things he did to see how you'd react. The only time you did was when Louie mentioned this rest area the other day. Then we figured that if you were interested at all you might go there. So, we've been keeping a watch on the rest area, and when you drove in, we just drove over there. We'd rehearsed what we were going to do, and it all went according to plan. Except the part about you being so angry, of course."

"I don't mind you guys knowing," I said finally, "but I'm still pretty upset about the way you did it." Again, they both looked contrite.

"Come to think of it," Louie said quietly, "it was a pretty dumb thing to do, Bob."

Slowly, the conversation turned away from the incident and we got to talking about the school and our plans for driving and so on. The other subject didn't come up again until Louie went to the bathroom.

"Look. I'm really sorry about what happened," Bob said, sounding very sincere, "and it was all my dumb idea."

"Forget it," I was finally able to say, "it's all over now."

"Will you forgive me?" Bob went on, "I don't want you to be mad at me. I want us to be friends...uh...or even more, maybe. I'm really hot for you." Now it was my turn to blush.

"I told you to forget it, okay."

Louie's return from the bathroom changed the conversation. He walked up behind me and nuzzled his head against my neck.

"You interested in finishing what we started?" he whispered. I was watching Bob who was in agony as he heard the remark, and I began to enjoy his discomfort.

"Sure, why not?" I answered. Louie dropped his hand into my lap and groped at my basket, and I reached back to seek out his fly.

"Come on, guys," Bob whined, "Jesus, you're making me feel like jealous as Hell."

"Oh," I said quickly, "I thought you were the one calling us 'faggots.'"

"Yeah," Louie said, "we were having our own private fun and you interrupted us."

"That was just for the joke," Bob whined, "I didn't mean what I said."

"Oh, so now you want to play too, huh?" Louie asked with a smile.

"You bet I do," Bob answered, "let me get in on this too."

"Tell you what," Louie said with a wink toward me, "let's all go in the bedroom and we'll see if he's any good."

We joined Louie in the bedroom and all rather casually started to undress. I had the chance to make some interesting comparisons between them physically. Bob was lean and tall with a kind of sensual elegance about him. Louie was short and strongly built, and extraordinarily masculine in his manner. When we were down to our shorts, Louie walked over to where I stood.

"Here's something I didn't get to do before," he whispered, and wrapping his strong arms around me, he kissed me hard on the mouth. It was so intense that I had to respond and then he guided me backward and we both fell on the bed in a tumble.

In a flash Bob was on the bed too and I felt my shorts being pulled down to my ankles.

"Jesus Christ, what a big fuckin' cock," I heard Bob mumble under his breath as if from far away. Well, it may be big but that didn't keep Bob from swallowing the greater part of it down his throat within a few moments. All anger gone now, my dick responded by swelling to its fullest size as his hot mouth teased and caressed it.

Louie and I stopped kissing and he quickly saw what was happening.

"Just like that he grabs your dick, huh?" he said almost with a giggle, "look at that faggot suck cock." We all laughed then, even Bob who almost choked as he laughed along helplessly.

We easily moved into a daisy chain as I struggled once again to get Louie's immensely thick cock into my mouth again, and Louie stripped off Bob's shorts to reveal his long, thin endowment.

"We've all got different sizes and shapes," Louie paused to comment before I saw most of Bob's cock disappear between his lips.

We went on like that for sometime before someone started the switch and it was my turn to taste Bob's long, rock hard meat and feel it sliding down into my throat. I gauged it to be better than seven inches long, cut and beautiful. Louie was proving his skill on my cock again and Bob worked valiantly at stuffing Louie's fat cock into his own gullet.

We went on like that for the better part of a half hour, the switching around keeping each of us attentive to the cock we were sucking instead of rushing to our own climaxes. It was Louie who finally spoke up with his own ideas.

"Hey, since it's my house I get to choose how we get off?" he asked. Bob and I looked at each other in surprise but said nothing so Louie went on.

"You guys like to fuck too?" he asked, looking from one to the other of us.

"Yeah, sure," I answered quickly. Bob murmured his agreement.

"Well, I love getting fucked," Louie went on. "How about it?"

It struck me as an odd coincidence that Louie who was about as masculine as you could get would go in for getting fucked, but I didn't say anything. Bob answered for both us.

"Hell yes, I'll fuck your sexy butt, Louie," he said, "But you want both of us to fuck you? What you want us to do, take turns?"

"Yeah," Louie answered straight out. "You fuck me for awhile first," he said to Bob, then turned to me, "and then I wanna get that great big dick of Joe's up my ass."

He turned back to Bob, "and then while he's fucking me I'll eat out your ass till you pop your nuts. Come on, guys, how about it?"

"Yeah, sure, I guess," Bob said and I nodded along.

"It sounds hot to me," I said. Actually, the sight of Louie's strongly built rear was a real turn on to me.

Louie got some KY from the bathroom, stopping in there to grease up his hole.

"Okay now," he said as he returned, tossing the tube of lubricant to Bob.

"Let me," I offered, taking the tube and applying some to Bob's long and very stiff rod.

"That really feels good," Bob whispered then moved to kiss me. His lips were soft and full and when he slid his tongue into my mouth, I started stroking his dick a little faster and harder.

"Come on, Bob," Louie called, "shove that skinny dick of yours into me, huh?"

Bob and I couldn't help but chuckle as we reluctantly parted. Bob moved between Louie's legs where he was sprawled on the bed and Louie quickly lifted his legs to allow Bob to move closer.

"Go slow to start then really give it to me," Louie said, then he motioned me toward him on the bed and quickly sucked my long, fatter cock into his mouth.

I watched as Bob positioned the head of his cock at Louie's asshole and gave a little push. The head and the first inch or so went in and Louie groaned loudly. Bob stopped for a moment then pushed the next couple of inches into him and started fucking his cock in and out of Louie's hole.

"God damn, buddy," Bob called, "ol' Louie's got a hot fucking hole here!"

Louie was doing a damn good job of sucking my dick, but it was clear to me that he wasn't really trying to make me come. He was just having fun sucking it.

It was a strange sensation for me to watch as Bob plugged Louie's ass. I could see the shaft of Bob's cock as he plunged in and out of Louie's hole and it was turning me on like crazy just watching it. I almost didn't hear Bob when he spoke in a whisper.

"Kiss me...come on," he said again and I leaned forward and we kissed intensely. The combination of sensations...Bob's sensuous lips, teeth and tongue combined with Louie's hot sucking mouth really had me wildly excited. We went on for several minutes like that until Bob pulled away.

"You want this load up your butt, Louie?" he asked as he slowed his motion, "I'm getting damn hot fuckin' you and kissin' this stud here."

"No," Louie answered quickly, "don't come yet. Hold off, Bobby boy." Louie kind of pushed me away as he spoke again, first to Bob and then to me.

"Bring that fuck stick up here, Bob, and Joe, you shove that big pole of yours in me and really fuck me hard."

It seemed strange to have someone orchestrating this scene, but Louie clearly knew what he wanted and Bob and I just followed orders.

As Bob brought his slightly soiled dick toward Louie's face, Louie wrapped both of his big, hairy arms around Bob's waist and pulled him forward, gulping Bob's tool into his mouth with ease.

Louie's dick had now softened and as I moved between his legs I couldn't resist the opportunity to lean down and suck the still thick but much more manageable organ into my mouth. It started immediately to stiffen and grow, and I found it very exciting to feel it swelling in my mouth. That made my own dick harder and I stroked it gently as Louie's fat cock filled my mouth to capacity.

"You've sure got a fat cock, Louie," I said as I lifted his legs to my shoulders again.

"He sure does," Bob added, "I could hardly take that thing." Louie just moaned softly as he continued to suck Bob's cock, finally stopping to make his own comment.

"Imagine how long it would be if it was thin like yours, Bob?" Laughter.

I figured Bob's plowing Louie's hole would make it easier to get mine in, but I hadn't counted on Louie's terrific muscle control. As I started sliding my cock into that burning channel, Louie was using those muscles to do the most incredible things with my shaft. His ass was tight and held my dick firmly, but all the while it was like he was pulling and pushing against my meat with every stroke. His wild action had me inflamed with intensity within moments.

When I finally buried the last of my rod in Louie's ass, he stopped sucking and called to me.

"That's the way, stud," he cried, "Now fuck that ass like you've never fucked before. Really pound that hole."

I started pistoning his ass as hard and fast as I could, the pressure of his ass against my dick sending shock waves of feelings throughout my body. Unable to see Louie's face, I was glad when he let me know it was good for him too.

"Oh yeah! God damn that's good, stud," his voice following the cadence of my moves, "You're really fuckin' that ass right!"

Bob glanced over his shoulder at me and started to move away.

"Gimme your ass, Bobby," Louie cried out after a few minutes, "let me get my tongue into you, huh?"

I continued fucking Louie's incredible ass while I watched Bob turn around and position his ass crack just above Louie's face.

"Mmmm," Louie whispered as he started licking at Bob's exposed pucker.

"Oh yeah," Bob called, twisting his hips against Louie's exploring tongue, "eat it out, Louie. Eat that horny hole."

My eyes met Bob's and I saw a really wild look cross his face as Louie's tongue worked its magic on his most sensitive part. Bob leaned forward and we were soon kissing again as I pistoned all eight inches of my dick into Louie's incredible ass and Louie tongued his way all around and then into Bob's hole.

I tried to hold back, but the combination of Louie's wild ass and Bob's intense lovemaking made that impossible. Bob was moaning repeatedly as Louie tongued his hole, and suddenly the whole thing was driving me over the edge.

"Oh God, what a great fuckin' ass," I almost shouted as I banged my dick up his hole and felt the first blast of the mighty explosion in my loins.

"Blast those balls," Louie cried as he felt the start of my coming, stopping only momentarily from his tongue assault on Bob's ass. "Give me all you've got, stud."

The intensity of my orgasm made me shudder, and I almost fell forward as my body shuddered and my dick poured its burning offering deep into Louie's guts. My cock just kept throbbing and spasming wildly, added to by Louie's deep guttural moans.

I glanced up at Bob. He was beating his cock steadily now and from the look on his face I could tell that he was almost there too.

"Feed me your wad, Bobby," Louie called, pushing Bob back as he slid forward to position his mouth just below Bob's dick, ready for the coming fountain.

My own shattering climax was coming to an end and Louie clamped the muscles of his ass around my dick as he started beating his immensely thick cock very hard. I grabbed his balls and twisted, trying to heighten his excitement.

"Oh yeah," Bob cried, "take that fuckin' load, man." I saw his cock start to shoot love juice all over his fingers then drip down into Louie's waiting mouth. Louie groaned as he tasted the first drops, trying to raise his mouth to the spouting cock above him. Bob's good-looking rod kept shooting and when the flow ebbed, he shoved his dick deep into Louie's hungry mouth and kept fucking Louie's throat.

That must have done it for Louie too because his fat cock now blasted out his own load, some of it striking my chest and stomach from below.

He groaned very loudly as he shot and I watched his spewing cock even as I saw Louie keep trying to swallow the full length of Bob's long cock. A full minute or so passed before I finally felt Louie's body relax and he let Bob's dick slip from between his lips.

I carefully slid my dick from his still burning ass just as Bob moved to stand up next to the bed.

"Wow," was all I said as I went to the bathroom and washed my dick. I returned to find Bob and Louie back lying on the bed again.

"God, that was the greatest," Louie said with a huge sigh, "you guys were fantastic."

"Jesus, Louie," Bob said, "that was about the wildest coming I've ever had. Dynamite." I agreed with both of them.

"You know what, guys," Louie said after a minute or so, "ever since I came out, I've always wanted to have sex with two studs like you at the same time. And this was just the way I wanted it to be."

"What do you mean?" I asked, sounding a little foolish I guess.

"I mean it was my great fantasy," Louie answered, looking from me to Bob and back again. "My fantasy was taking care of two guys who'd fuck my mouth and my ass, feed me ass, and then one shoot down my throat and the other blast off up my butt. You guys were perfect. I mean, you've both got great cocks and you really got me hot as Hell."

Bob laughed and Louie looked at him quickly.

"No, I'm not laughing at you, Louie," Bob went on, "I believe you. It's just that it surprises me so, considering you're so butch." Louie chuckled.

"You've just got a different idea of what's butch," he said, again with a chuckle. "To me taking a guy's dick like a man is butch. Besides, that's what gets me off."

I felt totally stupid and said so.

"I've never had any great fantasies like that," I said quietly, "I just get turned on by a sexy guy who wants me too." Louie and Bob eyed me calmly.

"Just wait awhile," Bob said finally, "when you've had a few more experiences in life, you may find that you've got your own fantasy."

"What's yours, Bob?" Louie asked directly.

"Mine?" Bob said with a chuckle, obviously debating with himself about telling us. Finally he shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, you know I used to be a cop over in Center City. All the time I worked there, I had to suppress my desires for the other guys. Ever since, I've had this great fantasy about making it with a cop in uniform. You know, handcuffs, night stick and all that sort of thing."

"Well, if I ever meet a cop who wants a gay slave, I'll send him over, okay," Louie said with a grin.

"Me too," I chimed in. Bob looked somewhat embarrassed but smiled along.

Louie got up from the bed to get a pack of cigarettes.

"Man, I really feel great," he said, stretching whichever of his muscles felt strained, "I mean great. I got a belly full of hot cum and my ass is full to overflowing with hot jizz." He headed for the bathroom as Bob and I started to get dressed again.

"Hey man," Bob said as he walked toward me, "I'm sorry again about pulling that stunt."

"It's okay," I answered, "just forget about it."

"It's not just that," he went on, "I was hot to get you in bed myself. And I didn't mean to share you while we acted out Louie's fantasy." I couldn't help but laugh.

"No, I mean it," he said.

"I believe you," I countered, "and I'll admit I'd thought about it myself." We went back to getting dressed, but when Bob bent over to pick up his shorts it was just too tempting. I snapped him on the butt with my shirt and he jumped a foot or so.

"Looks like you've got some hot equipment there," I said, trying to sound like clever. Bob wheeled around and our eyes met. He looked very serious.

"Anytime you're in the mood for it, buddy," he said directly, "any time at all."

Louie returned just then and the subject changed.

In the course of time, all but one of the people in our class passed the tests and we got our trucker's licenses. Bob and Louie also had jobs lined up and as a result we didn't see that much of each other for awhile. True to his word, Dave Snyder had trips available for me starting the next week.

The first week, Dave let me get started by driving a truck locally. I made it a point to use the interstate whenever I got the chance so I'd get some highway experience too. That made it inevitable that I'd be driving down route #5 and would be approaching the rest area one day just as the pressure on my bladder was telling me that I needed some relief soon.

I pulled the rig into the truck parking area, and got out and set the blocks carefully. There were six or seven other trucks in the lot, but from what I could see the cabs were all empty. I headed into the john with some anxiety, but I told myself that it was silly to be so worried.

Three of the six stalls were closed, including the two with the glory hole between them, and there was a big, hulking guy with a massive beer belly standing at the urinals. I stepped up to relieve myself, keeping my eyes straight ahead because I didn't care if he had the biggest dick in the world. He finished soon and headed out the door.

I heard one of the stall doors open and I had to look. It wasn't one of the stalls with the glory hole. Over my shoulder I saw what the guy looked like, and he was a stunner. I put him in his late twenties with longish, light brown hair. He was slim and dressed in suit pants and a dress shirt and tie. I placed him as a salesman or something similar. He glanced in my direction casually, just as I finished pissing and was just starting to zip up. The guy then quickly washed and dried his hands and left. Oh well.

Suddenly, I heard feet moving. Taking a quick glance under the partitions, it was obvious that one guy was getting his cock serviced through the glory hole. I hesitated, very curious, then told myself it was crude to try to interfere and noisily left, drying my hands as I went.

I bought a Coke from the vending machine and sat at one of the picnic tables nearby to drink it. Of course, it wasn't an accident that I positioned myself where I could see whoever came and went in the men's john. A couple of minutes passed before a rather youngish blond, dressed as I was in jeans and a tee shirt, walked out. He glanced at me, turned and started toward the truck parking lot then walked back and bought a Coke from the machine too.

As he walked passed me, now headed back toward the truck lot again, he spoke quietly but clearly.

"Guy in there gives real hot head," he said, slowing his pace just a little so I could just ignore him if I chose and he could walk on as if nothing had been said.

"You get your nuts off?" I asked, surprised at my own blatancy.

"Sure did," he said with a grin. "Almost choked the poor guy with my big wad."

"Well, you probably made him pretty happy. I mean, getting a hot stud like you."

"Yeah, maybe," he said without the grin now, "he seemed to like it. He wanted me to play with his, but I don't go for that."

"Oh," I said and waited. He was clearly embarrassed now.

"I mean, he was kind of an old guy," he stammered. "You know what I mean."

It took the greatest will in the world to keep silent, but hell, I was learning.

"If it had been a young guy like you, maybe we'd both be eatin' down to the hair by now," he went on finally, "I mean out in the truck and everything."

"Sounds good," I answered finally, "maybe someday."

"Well I get through here every day or two," he said, now with a wink, "so just watch for my truck. It's that big Freightliner over there." He nodded in that direction and I agreed. He finished his Coke and threw the can in the bin, started to leave then stopped again.

"You know," he said, "you make me sorry I already popped. I think I'd have liked makin' it with you."

"Might be," I answered with a smile. "Maybe I'll see you again."

He walked back to the truck, stopping once to turn around slightly and give the bulge in his crotch a caress as he nodded to me. I figured he was just about ready to go again anyway, but something put me off about being number two in his parade.

I was getting ready to leave when the last occupant left the men's room. The other driver's description of him hadn't been incorrect, but I didn't pay a lot of attention to that. I was figuring on leaving myself when I was surprised to see the 'sales' type get out of his car again and head back to the john. As he approached, I got a better look at him and what I saw was definitely not bad.

He was probably about 5-foot-10, slim but not skinny, and very nice looking. He had dark eyes and when they met mine as he walked nearby, he smiled slightly showing beautifully even white teeth. His dark hair was a little long, but it looked good on him. Suddenly things seemed a lot more interesting and after just a moment I decided to follow him.

I'd half expected him to be in the stall with the glory hole so I was surprised to see him standing at the urinal. Undaunted, I moved to the second place down from him and pulled out my cock. It had started stirring when I was talking to the young driver and was still semi-hard. Trying to be as subtle as I could, I glanced over at the guy on my right.

He was standing far enough back to give me a pretty good view, and I like what he was showing just fine. His cock was soft but beautifully formed and it looked like he had a pretty good-sized set of balls too. I took a small step back, then suddenly realized that the guy was physically shaking. Something was clearly wrong.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked almost automatically. I figured the guy might be having a seizure or something.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he answered in an unsteady voice.

It made me nervous as hell, though, and after my last crazy experience in that place, it made me want to get the hell out of there. I started to stuff my cock back in my pants when the young guy spoke again.

"Don't go," he said almost in a whisper, "I'm just nervous." The guy was silent, as if trying to form more words that wouldn't come out.

"What's the matter?" I asked, touching him lightly on the arm. He said nothing.

"Come on," I said, "zip up and let's go sit outside."

He did what I instructed and we both walked out to where I'd been sitting before. In a minute or so, I could see that he was starting to relax again.

"This is so fuckin' silly," he said finally in a very soft voice, "I can't believe it." I sat silently, waiting for him to go on.

"I've been cruising this place for years hoping to meet a sexy trucker like you, and then when I finally do, I get the shakes. It's crazy."

I couldn't help myself as I laughed. He looked at me very strangely and I knew I'd better explain.

"I've only been a truck driver for about a week," I said with a smile. "Does it really matter?" He looked at me with a startled expression on his face, and then he laughed. Soon we were both laughing. And that's the rather strange way I met Greg.

He turned out to be a very nice guy. After a while, I admitted that I'd only found out about being gay a short time ago, and soon found myself explaining about the whole truck driving thing too. That's when I realized that I'd better get going if I was going to make my schedule.

We made a date for the next night, and he told me where he lived.

I drove to Greg's place at the time we'd set and was surprised to find that he lived in a house in a very nice section of town. I blurted out the question almost as soon as he opened the door but he assured me that he lived alone, and that he wasn't married or involved with anyone else.

"I bought the house with the commissions I earned over a few years," he explained, " I like living comfortably, and I figured it was a good investment."

Logical and sensible I thought, though I'd always figured gay guys didn't make much money and couldn't afford such nice places. I didn't say so.

We had a couple of drinks and then Greg fired up the barbecue and cooked us each a delicious steak. We had that with baked potatoes and a nice salad, and I couldn't help but think that this must be a nice way to live. I mean, it was almost like being at home, right?

"So what's the big excitement about meeting a truck driver?" I asked finally.

"That was just so silly," he said with a quick grin. "You see, I've always had this attraction to truck drivers. Not to the guys themselves but just to the idea. I guess it's something about them being masculine or something like that."

"Would I still be here if I wasn't driving a truck?" I asked. He didn't speak. He just nodded and grinned broadly.

"Good," I went on, "so come here." Greg quickly came to where I was sitting on the sofa and sat down. Our lips met and we embraced, kissing and holding each other. There was a tenderness about him that was very stimulating, and we stayed on the sofa for a long while, until we were both obviously aroused.

"Come on," Greg said, drawing me up by the hand, "let's go into the bedroom."

I followed willingly. Greg stripped off his clothes with a casual nonchalance, and once he stood naked I could understand why. His body looked even sexier without clothes than he'd look in them. He was lean, taut and as sexy I had expected. He had a great looking cock, still soft but promising significant growth. His legs were strong like those of a runner, strong and well defined. Once down to my own shorts, I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled him to me as our lips met in a kiss.

Soon we were stretched out on the bed together. I wanted to be as close to him as I could, feeling his firm, smooth skin against mine. That really excited me, and the kissing grew more intense, though neither of us seemed to want to rush. We kissed for a long time until suddenly he pulled away.

"I really want you here," he whispered, as he traveled down my body, gently kissing and nibbling at my nipples as he ran his hands over my chest. He kissed my navel, gently pulling on the hair which grows there with his lips, and then stopped. He slid my shorts down, and moaned sensuously as he uncovered my crotch.

"Wow," he said, pulling his head back, "you really are a butch trucker."

I watched as he began sucking on my cock expertly, taking a little more with each stroke until he could take the full length into his mouth. He was very, very talented, and I started really getting me hot. I didn't want to come too quickly so I figured I'd better take action.

I pulled him back up next to me and we kissed again, his tender lips soft but strong against mine. I took his rapidly stiffening cock in my hand.

"Feels like you've got a problem of your own here," I said and he grinned. I held his circumcised, now very hard, seven-inch cock in one hand and fondled his balls with the other.

"I'll show you butch," I said. He moaned as I stroked his cock, then gasped slightly as I sucked it deep into my mouth. I loved the feel and taste of his hot meat and I sucked it eagerly. He let me continue for several minutes then he tried to pull me back up next to him.

"Kiss me some more," he said, and we did. His sexy body against mine as we kissed just about drove me wild. It called for action and I moved first.

"You've got a beautiful cock," I said, moving us into a sixty-nine position. He took my cock deep in his throat as I sucked his beautiful cock back into my mouth. I tried to concentrate on sucking his cock and that let me slow down my own pace.

Neither of us seemed to want to hurry so we sucked at a slow pace, each seeking finding extra sensitive places to arouse the other.

"You're great," Greg whispered, then suddenly he sucked my cock way down and held it in his throat while his mouth and throat muscles worked against it. It felt great so when I did the same with his cock, I wasn't surprised that he started to tremble.

He released my cock for a moment to whisper.

"You're going to make me come soon." He followed that by again swallowing the length of my cock again as his lips brushed against the hair at my crotch.

He moaned loudly all of a sudden and I felt his balls pull up tightly to his body.

"Take it, Joe!" he cried. The first shot of hot cum erupted deep in my mouth, and he moan as his cock filled my sucking mouth. He came so much I had to quickly swallow so I could keep sucking his throbbing cock. His eruption lasted several minutes, but I stayed right with him, and in the end nursed the final drops from the head of his gorgeous cock.

"My God, Joe!" Greg whispered, rolling onto his back, exhaling loudly. "That was incredible."

He turned around again and we kissed again, his tongue deep in my mouth as my hands roamed the taut velvety touch of him. As his breathing was just about normal again, his hand reached for my cock and stroked it lightly.

"How do you want to come?" he asked quietly. I was at a loss for a moment.

"However you want me to," I answered finally. He smiled.

"That's the problem. I want you every way I can think of," he said. "Let's see what happens."

He moved down on the bed and quickly gulped my still hard cock back into his mouth. He sucked it rapidly, swallowing most of my eight inches down his throat at every stroke, while fondling my balls all the time.

He stopped sucking and started licking my balls and then down below them to my ass. My body tensed. This was something totally new to me.

"Turn over, Joe," he whispered and I moved to comply. He crawled between my legs and rubbed his strong, fine hands all over my back and down to my ass. I could feel myself start to quiver as he neared the crack in my ass.

"Relax," he whispered, "you're gonna like this."

Separating the cheeks of my ass with his hands, he began to rim my tender, virgin hole and I thought I'd jump right out of my skin. I'd never felt anything quite like that before. I mean it felt fantastic, and I moaned as his tongue touched me.

"Oh God," I murmured as his tongue seemed to burn the flesh of my backside. "That's the wildest damn thing." He redoubled his efforts, until I would have sworn that he was sticking his tongue right into my tender hole.

I felt my climax building in my balls, and knew that I was getting very close.

"I'm gonna come soon!" I called, and Greg responded by turning me back over and diving down into my crotch again. He grabbed ass as he stuffed my dick back into his mouth. Soon he was taking it to the hilt again while his fingers kept up the massage of my asshole.

"Come on, Greg," I urged, "let me suck yours while I'm coming."

He quickly moved back to a sixty-nine position, and I sucked his beautiful cock wildly, hoping I could bring him to another climax. But I was helpless to stop my own climax and as his fingers probed into my asshole, my cock erupted deep in his mouth, wildly shooting a huge load of cum. He stopped sucking for a moment as the juices filled his mouth, then swallowed repeatedly, moaning quietly as he took every drop.

I continued sucking his cock even as I came, the dual sensations getting me more excited than I'd ever been before. My effort was soon rewarded when I felt his whole body quiver, and then his cock throbbed and came again, filling my mouth with more of his delicious, creamy cum.

The intensity of my own orgasm was only heightened by the fantastic sensation of pleasuring him.

"Unbelievable," I said finally, but he just smiled.

"You are," he countered, "I've never met anyone who excites me like you do." He gently reached down and rested his hand so his fingers were in the crack of my ass.

"First time anyone's done that back there?" he asked. I nodded.

"Good," he said rather smugly, "I could tell it turned you on."

"Uh-huh," I answered. My mind was racing to the logical next step. I mean, if I liked that, would I also like a guy fucking me there. I couldn't imagine it.

Greg and I became good friends and we saw each other several times over the next week or so. He was a wonderful sex partner. The third time we were together, just before I was to set off on my first out of town trip, he asked me to fuck him.

By now my feelings had grown quite strong, and as I patiently and carefully worked my long, thick dick into his sexy butt, I did so with certain reservations.

"I don't want to hurt you," I whispered into his ear, "and this has got to hurt."

"You're not hurting me, Joe," he answered with a kiss over his shoulder, "I want it, and it feels good."

The tight ring of his asshole held my dick tightly as I finally maneuvered the full length of it into him. His insides felt like they were on fire, and the muscles of his ass working against my dick were driving me crazy.

"Yes," he sighed as the hair on my balls touched is ass, "now I've got it all."

He urged me to fuck him harder but I couldn't bring myself to risk hurting him. Finally, he took charge of the situation and changed positions so he was sitting astride me, impaled on my shaft.

In that position, he was totally in charge and he rode my cock like he couldn't get it deep enough or pistoning into him fast enough. When he leaned forward for us to kiss, he did so in a way that kept my length buried inside him the whole time.

I finally realized that far from causing him pain, my dick up his ass had him teetering on a brink of his own. So when he urged me to roll over so he was on his back again, I kept up the pace he'd set and fucked his ass hard, fast and as deeply as I could.

"Fuck me," Greg cried, "Yes...that's so good. So good!"

I had watched the expression on his face become one of pure delight as my dick explored and teased deep inside him. When he shouted that he was near coming, I drove harder and deeper and we came within seconds of one another. In a physical sense it was almost cataclysmic.

As we shuddered and shook in the explosion and aftermath, we clung tightly together and shared the incredible passion of the moment. We were locked together for many minutes thereafter, and it felt perfect to me.

Afterward, lying together on the bed and talking, I explained my concern about hurting him.

"It's gotta hurt," I argued, "I mean, it's just got to."

"Well it didn't," he answered with a smile. "Remember that I wanted it. That makes a lot of difference. It was wonderful for me." I still didn't understand at all.

I explained my plan for driving a truck for several months, and I admit Greg wasn't pleased when I said I'd be gone for days at a time. I admit I had already thought about missing him, but having made so many commitments, I couldn't back out now.

He asked me to be sure to let him know when I was going to be back, and said he hoped I'd want to get together again. I assured him that I would.

"Don't go getting involved with somebody else," he said with a laugh but I could tell he meant it more seriously than that.

"Come back to me soon, handsome," were the last words he said that night.

As I drove home, I thought about all the sexual adventures I'd had since I returned from the service. It had always seemed that my home town, despite being a suburb of a pretty big city, was pretty dull. Now I guessed that you have to know what you're looking for to be able to find it.

I started my 'trucker diary' that night. I'd planned to use it to record the experiences I had while driving, and I decided to make Greg the first entry. He was really a nice guy, and I liked him a lot. In that first entry, I admitted that I was kind of sorry I was going to be spending so much time away over the next couple of months, because I thought it might get serious with Greg and I wasn't opposed to the idea. I'd committed to drive the truck, however, and I couldn't back out now. Besides, in total honesty, I was looking forward to some adventures on the road.

For the first several weeks they were 'out-and-back' sort of trips. You left the yard, made a pick-up somewhere and drove it some place to make the delivery. Then if you were lucky, you'd be able to pick up another load and bring it back. If not, you had to dead-head back which we all knew meant a loss of revenue to the company.

Most of the pick-ups were fairly local, and during the first couple of weeks, I drove east to Pennsylvania, New York and Massachusetts, or south to Indiana, Kentucky or Tennessee. They weren't bad trips, and I did get used to handling the truck on the interstate pretty well.

The trips weren't without adventure, and I admit that I saw my share of action at rest areas and truck stops. I got kind of a shock one day driving through Ohio. They still have those old fashioned rustic rest rooms at some of their work stations, and in some of them, the graffiti isn't just written on the walls, it's carved into them. Imagine my surprise that afternoon as I stood relieving myself, to read high up on the wall, carved into the wood but clearly readable

Snyder Drivers - the best cocks on the road

All I could think of was Dave Snyder, tall and handsome, and wonder if he'd been the reason for the compliment. I could hardly ask him, nor as I thought about it, could I even mention it to any of the other drivers.

Speaking of the other drivers, most of them did long over-the-road trips where they'd be gone for a number of days at a time. Some of them drove together, sharing the driving to make the maximum distance on a single run. I had my suspicions about one pair, just by the way they looked at each other when they were together. There were only a couple of the drivers that found interesting.

Most were my adventures that first couple of weeks were just quickies, but there were a few times things got more interesting. One time, for instance, I was coming back through Pennsylvania. It was time for a break, my fuel tank was getting low, I was feeling a little hungry, and my bladder was about to explode. I figured it was time to stop.

Once I'd filled the truck's tank I stopped in the john and emptied mine. It was an old fashioned set-up with three open stalls on one side and a long stand-up urinal opposite it. There was a lot of graffiti on the walls and I read most of what I could see as I relieved myself.

One item which rather intrigued me, in part because it had today's date on it, read as follows:

Stall #1

Grab my head and shove your cock

in my mouth if you want to get sucked

It struck me as odd, but since the john was empty except for me when I'd finished, I just shook my head and headed for the coffee shop, suddenly realizing just how hungry I was. I sat at the counter and ate a huge dinner, all the time watching the other drivers who came and went.

One who caught my eye because it seemed to me he was watching all the other guys too was a youngish driver wearing a dark brown uniform similar to what the UPS drivers wear. It had a different logo but the color was the same.

He had short brown hair, cut almost like a crew cut but a little more spiky. He was average in size, although looked to be strongly built, and was minus the beer gut many of the drivers have. His eyes roamed around the small coffee shop constantly, watching guys as they came and went. He smiled a nice smile at the waitress as she poured him more coffee, but I noticed he didn't look her up and down as she walked away the way many guys do.

I finished my meal but after the third cup of coffee and two big glasses of water it wasn't surprising that I needed to revisit the john. I was just finishing relieving myself when the guy from the coffee shop walked in and after a quick glance at me headed for the stall at the far end.

"Lots of graffiti," he said in a really deep voice.

"Sure is," I agreed then decided to plunge on. "Makes you wonder when these people are here. Not when I am, anyway."

"Uh-huh," he agreed with no further comment.

"Like here's one," I went on, "it says today but where is he?" I just let it hang there and got no response at all except a sort of grunt.

That seemed to be going no where in a hurry. I finished and started to stuff my dick back in my pants, but turned slightly so he could get a look at it if he wanted.

Still no reaction as I walked over and washed and dried my hands. I was just starting to the door when I heard him speak quietly.

"I wrote that there," he said. I stopped for a moment then walked back to the urinal.

"You wrote this?" I asked, looking at the words again and not at him.

"Yep," he answered, "if you're interested."

I pulled my cock and balls from my pants and played with them, turning so I was clearly in his view now.

"You want it?" I asked quietly.

"Yep, like it says." I quickly read the note again, understanding it if not all the implications. I guess I hesitated long enough for him to get anxious.

"Go ahead. Do it, man," his voice growing more urgent.

With a shrug, I turned toward him and started walking. When I was about five feet from him, he licked his lips hungrily and opened his mouth slightly. With the last few steps, he dropped his hands to his side and bent forward a little. It was obvious that he wanted it. What wasn't obvious to me is why he wanted it that way.

With all the abandon of youth, I walked up to him and pushed the head of my dick against his lips. In a flash he'd surrounded half of it with his hot mouth and I felt his tongue snaking against the now-stiff shaft as he tried to wet it with his hot saliva.

I heard a noise and jumped back, then quickly ducked into the next stall, trying to figure out how I was gonna get my hard dick back into my tight levis. It turned out to be a false alarm, but it sure had scared me.

"This is too dangerous," I said in a hoarse whisper.

"No. Come on. Shove it in my mouth again."

"Too risky," I answered, "if you want my dick, come on outside. We'll find somewhere else." He was silent for a moment.

"I've got an empty panel truck. Follow me out there," he said finally.

With some effort I got my dick back in my pants and stepped back. He was just standing up and I caught a glimpse of his own cock as he pulled up his shorts. It looked kind of short and stubby.

I waited for him to walk out then followed at a short distance. He walked out into the truck lot and headed to a panel truck at the far end. It was parked so that it faced into the parking lot. The back of the truck wasn't visible.

He walked around and opened the back, stopping several times to watch and make sure I was following. I walked around another couple of trucks, trying to look casual, then climbed up into his truck when I got there. He was standing, and he quickly closed the door two-thirds of the way after I was inside.

Without a word, he knelt down at the far end of the truck bed, his mouth open, and waited.

My dick was still pretty hard and this scene was just strange enough to have me kind of excited. I figured if that's the way he wants it, that's what he's gonna get.

I pulled my cock and balls from my pants again and without a word, walked over and jammed my dick in his mouth. I admit I was a little rougher this time, but the guy sure seemed to like it that way, and in no time, he was sucking my dick like crazy.

His mouth was hot and he sure knew how to handle my long, thick cock. It didn't take long before he was taking it to the hair, and moaning with pleasure each time the head of my dick slipped down into his throat.

My mind kept working, and frankly it started to bother me about this one-sided action. Sure I was getting a great blow job, but I didn't understand why we were doing it this way. Finally it got to me and I stopped him, pulling my dick from his mouth.

"What's the matter?" he asked, his deep voice anxious.

"Why do you want it this way?" I asked. "I mean, what about you? You're not even playing with your dick."

He tried to capture my dick in his mouth again but I stepped back so he couldn't. Then he grew very quiet for a minute or so.

"Look, it's the way it happened the first time, that's all," he said, "it's kind of a turn-on." I waited and he finally went on talking.

"About a year ago, I was in that john, sitting in the stall, just minding my own business. I'd never touched another guy in my life. Sometimes when I sat there I could see a guy's dick when he standing at the urinal, and it kind of turned me on, so sometimes I stayed a little longer, hoping to see another one."

"Yeah," I said with a nod of understanding.

"Well, that day a real tall dude walked in and stood at the urinal. From the beginning, he seemed to be waving his dick around, you know. Well, he caught me looking at it and talked real rough to me."

"'What you looking at,' the guy said. 'You see something you want?'

"I just froze, then. I mean, I couldn't say anything."

"So what did the guy do?" I asked.

"Well, he kept taunting me, calling me a queer and a cocksucker. I knew he'd caught me looking at his cock, and that I ought to leave, but I was stuck there somehow. I couldn't move.

"Well, the guy kept stroking his cock until it got real hard, talking to me all the time, calling me names and stuff. After a couple of minutes, with me not saying a word, he walked over to me and spoke in a real taunting voice."

"'You want me to shove this big cock down your throat?' he asked. 'That what you want?' I couldn't say a word.

"And that's what he did. He pushed his cock against my lips and something in my mind clicked. I'd never touched another guy's dick before, but right then I wanted to suck that guy's cock. I opened my mouth and he rammed it into my mouth real rough." He paused for just a moment then went on.

"Well, I almost choked but somehow I managed to take it. He fucked my mouth for five minutes or so and then shot this big wad of cum down my throat. That almost gagged me so I swallowed to keep from choking. When the guy finished, he just pulled his cock out of my mouth and walked out. He didn't say anything."

I understood part of what had happened, but not why it had now become the only way he could do it and said so.

"I don't know any other way. I mean, that's the only way I've ever touched a guy's cock."

"You ever get sucked?" I asked.

"Just once, a long time ago," he answered, "but that was a broad."

I've never thought of myself as a crusader, but right then I felt I had to try to help this guy get over a serious hang-up. I urged him to stand up and he did.

"Okay, for a start, my name's Joe," I said, "what's yours?"

"Dave," he answered without any hesitation, and we shook hands rather formally.

"Okay, Dave," I said, "now how about you pull out your dick and stick it in my mouth." He hesitated but I pushed on.

"Come on now, Dave," I said quietly, "Do it. You'll see what it's like." He reached for his fly and I dropped down on one knee in front of him.

"My dick's not even hard," he said, making an excuse.

"It will be," I assured him, moving closer to where he stood. "Come on now, stick it in my mouth."

Very slowly he moved forward until the head of his dick touched my lips. As I'd seen before, it looked short and thick, and as I tasted his meat it had an almost spongy feel as if it really was soft.

Once I had his dick in my mouth, I started to suck and instantly felt his cock start to lengthen and grow stiffer.

"Wow," he moaned from above as I worked his meat over with my mouth, "that feels really hot."

Meanwhile I was getting one of the biggest surprises of my life. His short thick cock just kept growing. By the time it was hard, it was at least the match for my eight-inches and maybe even a little longer. I was having trouble keeping my mouth around it, it had grown so thick. But I stayed with it as best I could until it was completely hard.

"God damn," I said finally, letting it slip from my mouth but holding it tightly in my hand, "this thing really grows doesn't it."

"Yep," he answered, "it does when it gets hard."

"Okay now," I asked, "you still wanting to suck my cock?" He nodded.

"Good, then lie down here and let's do this thing right." He hesitated for just a moment then first sat and then laid down on the truck bed which fortunately was very clean.

Once he was on his side, my dick was right next to his mouth, but I stubbornly refused to push it toward him. Instead I went back to sucking his monster cock and waited to see whether he'd take it on his own.

It took a few minutes of me sucking his over-sized cock but suddenly I felt him take my cock in his hand and stroke it a few times before he took it back in his mouth. Once he had a mouthful of it, he started sucking again like crazy, doing really unbelievable things with his tongue and his mouth muscles. This guy was a natural cocksucker and he instinctively knew every trick in the book.

We were both sucking hard and deep now, though I admit I had augmented my own action by wrapping my hand around his incredible shaft and stroking it in rhythm with my mouth. It was almost too much to handle and I knew I'd never be able to take it all without choking.

I came first, shooting a pretty good wad of my hot stuff into his mouth and he never wavered, sucking it all up and swallowing it with a twitch of his throat. I kept on sucking his and it wasn't long before he started moaning and groaning like no one I'd ever heard before. He quit sucking my dick and soon was almost shouting.

"Oh God damn...suck it...take my dick...feels so good...Oh God, I'm gonna come...gonna come."

And when he did it was sort of like Old Faithful. His cock spouted like a geyser, shooting so fast and so much I couldn't keep up with it. Some of his load dribbled down my chin, because I couldn't swallow fast enough to get it all. I kept his cock in my mouth until I felt it finally start to soften and go back to its normal size.

When it was over and he started to calm down again, he came out with a strange admission.

"You know, since that first guy, I haven't come at all except beating off after I've sucked a guy. And I've only done that once in awhile so I guess I built up a backlog."

"That's an understatement," I said with a chuckle, "not that I'm complaining, but your big dick really gave me a hell of a workout. You ought to get that thing off more regularly."

And then there I was, barely a freshman myself, telling this guy how to meet other guys and how to recognize some of the signs of when a guy's interested. He promised to try to get out of his shell about it, and as we walked back to the truck stop so I could get some coffee to go and head out again, he winked and walked back into the john.

I couldn't believe he was still horny so I followed him. He was standing at the urinal along with another guy who looked like he had potential. I combed my hair quickly and left.

When I recorded the episode in my journal that night, I thought a long time about what had happened. I hoped that maybe I'd made life a little easier for one guy. I'd like to think that was true.

...to be continued