Temporary Trucker

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TEMPORARY TRUCKER Part 2

Another time, I drove down to Louisville, Kentucky only to find out that the material wasn't ready to be picked up. I called into the office and Dave called me back to say I should spend the night and then make the pick-up in the morning. Since the rig I was driving didn't have a sleeper, he named a nearby truck stop, suggesting I get a sleeping room there. It really wasn't a big deal since Dave had suggested I always take along a change of clothes and my dopp kit, just in case the truck broke down of something like that.

I parked the truck in the lot and went inside, arranged for the room and dropped my gear off. It was still fairly early in the afternoon so after getting myself a late lunch, I settled down in the driver's lounge and watched some television.

Talk about boring. There were only a few people there. A man and wife couple, driving together, sat waiting impatiently while their truck was getting fixed, and telling anyone who would listen how late they were going to be in making their delivery, and how inefficient the repair shop was, and on and on. There was a collective sigh of relief when they left.

"God damn, I thought that broad would never shut up," said the young driver over in the corner, sitting with his feet up and his big cowboy hat pulled down over his eyes.

"Me too," countered the older guy watching the soap opera on television with acute interest while he stuffed potato chips into his mouth constantly.

"That's what I miss about the old days," he said. "It was just guys then. You didn't have to contend with all them broads."

The only other guy in the room looked to be about thirty, average in size and rather better than average in looks. His trim body looked even leaner in the overstuffed lounge chair. He'd explained that he too was being delayed for a pick-up, which wasn't to be ready until almost midnight. He wasn't complaining about that though.

"What these places need," he said finally in a quiet voice, "is something to do. I mean some kind of exercise of something."

"Go take a walk," muttered the young cowboy.

"Yeah, do something. Just don't talk during the program," said the older driver between mouthfuls of chips.

The third guy looked at me questioningly.

"You wanna go for a walk?" he asked in his quiet way, "I mean, just for something to do."

As bored as I felt, I'd have said yes to doing almost anything, and since I don't mind walking at all, it seemed like a good idea.

"My name's Walt," the guy said, offering his hand as we headed down the stairs. I responded with my name and we shook hands.

We headed out onto the road, agreeing that we had no idea where we were going or what there might be to see. We were actually on the frontage road of an interstate, so there wasn't really much road traffic and we walked for a couple of miles.

We talked about all sorts of things and nothing specific. He seemed a pleasant and interesting guy. The more we talked, somehow, the more attractive he became to me, although he gave no indication of having any interest along those lines.

We finally came to a small area which had evidently once been a picnic area. It was set back from the road a little bit and there was a small paved area surrounded by trees and bushes. We sat down on the ground in the shade and went on talking.

"I should have taken a piss before we left," he said suddenly. "Guess it's into the poison ivy for me." I confessed to feeling the same need but, taking him seriously, I looked around but assured him there was none of the weed around.

"I was just kidding," he said as he headed through the trees. I followed, and soon we were both taking a leak as we stood facing away from each other rather shyly. He finished first and he very deliberately walked around to where he could get a good look. I caught him checking out my dick as the stream flowed.

"Man, you sure got a big one," he said very quietly. I wasn't sure if he was coming on to me so I played it straight.

"Well, I guess you get what you get, right?"

"That make it easier to get broads or not?" he asked, sounding serious, "I mean, hell, you'd probably scare some of 'em off with that thing."

I was getting a little embarrassed, and wished that I could rush things. Unfortunately, instead of that, my cock started to get hard and grow even longer. My new buddy just stood there and watched, adding to my state.

"Oh shit, now it's getting hard," I said in some frustration, "that's just what I need."

"Don't be 'shamed of that," Walt said understandingly. "Hell, when I was your age, I think I had a hard-on most all the time."

"You're really not a lot older than me," I countered. There was a strange moment of silence and then Walt spoke again.

"If you want, I'd be glad to give you some help with that," he almost whispered.

"You mean a blow job?" I asked quickly, looking at him, and he kind of jumped. It struck me as funny.

"Yeah, if you want," he said with a small grin. Now it was his turn.

"Now who's embarrassed?" I asked, grinning, then let him off the hook. "I'm sure glad you said that. I was trying to figure out how to get it in your mouth anyway."

That broke the ice and we both smiled and the tension was gone.

"No worry about that, young fellow," he said, moving closer. "Working on that baby will be a real pleasure."

In a flash he was on his knees taking my cock in his mouth. He sure knew what he was doing, and in no time at all he had all eight inches of my dick sliding deep into his throat.

"Oh yeah," I murmured, "suck that dick just like that. It feels fantastic."

I wasn't just leading him on. I really did like the way he was sucking my cock. Not too rough, but with just enough pressure to get my dick swollen up as long and as thick as it gets. If the size of my dick was a problem for him, it sure didn't show.

After a couple of minutes, as I felt my temperature starting to rise, I tried to pull my dick from his mouth.

"Give it to me, man," Walt said anxiously. "Come on!"

Pulling him up, I told him that I wasn't really looking to just get blown. I groped his crotch, finding a healthy sized bunch of stuff, and reached for the zipper of his fly.

"Let's see what you've got here," I said quietly.

"I'm not as big as you," he whispered intently.

"And I'm not hung up about size," I answered as I reached inside and drew out his cock and balls. It wasn't tiny by a long shot. It was at least six inches in its near-hard state, and quite thick. It had been nicely cut and made more than a handful, especially with his pair of heavy balls.

"Mmm," I whispered as I fondled his pride and joy, "looks good to me."

I knelt to suck on his cock, delighted at finding I could take it easily and without choking. In fact, he had a great cock for sucking and I was really getting excited sucking him. He grew frustrated and soon we were both on the ground, pushing out pants down to our knees and getting into a '69' position and going after each other's dick like crazy.

We stayed with it for sometime, neither of us seeming to want to hurry things. In all, we probably sucked for fifteen minutes or more. When I slid my hands around the cheeks of his ass to pull his dick further into me, he moaned. I slid my hand down the crack of his ass and he moaned even louder.

Sprawled out on the grass didn't seem like the ideal place to fuck, so I did what seemed the next best thing. I wet a couple of fingers in my mouth and gently shoved one into his very willing hole. He groaned and deep-throated my cock as my finger probed into him and after another minute or so, I let the second finger join its buddy. Walt really started getting crazy then.

"Oh shit, yeah," Walt cried, giving my dick a temporary reprieve from his talented mouth, "stick those fingers in me. I love that, man!"

I kept it up and he went back to taking my dick down his throat, his hot lips and wild tongue sending chills all throughout my body. As the head of my dick drove repeatedly down his throat, I knew I couldn't hold off long so decided to go with a bang.

I shoved my two fingers into his ass as far as they'd go and then simulated a cock fucking him. He moaned and groaned and moved his ass as if in a frenzy, then suddenly pulled away just as he let go of my dick at the same time.

"Oh God, yes, I need it in me bad," he cried, his voicing rising, "Come on, man, turn over on your back."

He kind of pushed me onto my back and in a flash he was astride me. He carried some spit from his lips to his ass and then in almost wild abandon, he positioned himself and in two or three quick strokes, impaled himself on my thick eight inches of dick meat.

"Oh yeah...up my hot ass...oh God, that's good," he was moving almost in a frenzy as he fucked himself on my dick. There was no way I could match his strokes so I stayed still, letting him find all the right spots inside which my dick could stimulate.

His asshole felt like it was on fire and the friction and pressure as his muscles alternately grabbed and released my dick were unbelievable. I grabbed his dick which was still very hard and tried to stroke it to match his fucking, but Walt was way beyond that, pulling on my dick as he lifted himself up and then driving down so his ass crashed against my balls on the down stroke.

That did it for me, and I cried out a warning about being ready to come.

"Aha," he grunted as the first blast of my load shot off as he had my cock deepest inside him.

"Aha," he grunted again with each succeeding shot, stringing them together as his voice rose to a crescendo.

"Aha...aha...aha...oh yeah...now, man...I'm shooting now...oh God, feels so fuckin' good with you in there," he cried a moment or two later, and as I kept on stroking his dick he started shooting his own load, the hot, sticky cream flowing down over my fingers and onto my belly below. I watched him come, but my mind was lost in my own reverie now. The intense climax was washing over me, and all I could feel was my cock as it throbbed deep in his innards and the flow of his load as he kept pumping it out.

When it was over and we both laid there on the ground, trying to regain our breath and relishing the delightful feelings, Walt took my dry hand in his and held it tightly.

"It's sure been a long time since I met anybody like you," he whispered finally, turning to face me, "a very long time."

I protested lightly, thanking him for the compliment but adding that I'm sure he found many exciting guys.

"Might do, if I had more nerve," he said with a wan smile, "I'm just usually too shy to make the suggestion." We both let the subject lie there.

We dusted each other off as we stood and dressed again, then walked back to the truck stop talking as before. The difference was that now it was more personal and open, and no longer so restrained.

We later had dinner together, still talking all the time, and I had the distinct impression that Walt hated to leave when he had to. We wished each other luck and walked outside together as Walt was heading to his truck.

"I've still got your stuff inside me, you know," he said with a smile. "I'm hoping I get pregnant, and if I do, I'll track you down and make you marry me. Then I'd want you to fuck me like that every day. Or maybe twice a day."

We both had a laugh at that, and we parted cheerfully. I made a fun entry of the facts in my diary. Truth was, he'd been a nice guy and it had been both fun and a fine relief.

Probably the wildest time I ever knew was at a rather tacky truck stop in southern Illinois. It was again a case of having to wait until the next day for a pickup, but this time I didn't get into the truck stop until after nightfall.

They didn't have sleeping rooms, it turned out. They just had one big dormitory-like room with ten or twelve beds in it, and an old shower and bathroom down a short hallway. It reminded me a lot of being in the service, but I just shrugged and figured that was going to have to do for the night.

The food in the coffee shop was more than just tolerable, in fact, and I had turkey and dressing with mashed potatoes and gravy and ended up with a big piece of pumpkin pie. It was like Thanksgiving in the wrong season.

There was a small but varied group in the coffee shop. Most notable to me was a tall slim driver who was rough and tumble looking. He had a rangy look, and was dressed in black jeans, a dark red shirt with a leather vest over it. He wore dark sunglasses even though it was night.

He sat talking to another guy, seated a few stools away, who certainly wasn't bad looking himself. He was also quite masculine, rather short but strongly built. He wore levis and a plaid shirt which fit like they were made just for him. He had short, dark curly hair, and intense eyes which didn't seem to miss a thing or a person in the place.

There were also a couple of young looking guys who caught my attention. If they were commercial drivers they had to be at least twenty-one, but they sure looked younger than that. One had kind of longish dark blonde hair and the other was a reddish blond. They were both slim and well-built, and were dressed alike in worn-looking jeans and tee shirts. One would have to say that at best they looked scruffy. They lounged at a table near the door.

A couple of older drivers sat at a table in the corner talking quietly. They seemed not to notice the others in the coffee shop at all, even a corpulent driver who had heaved himself into a chair next to them just after I sat down, and was busy polishing off about twice as much food as I'd ordered without any trouble at all.

A strongly built black man sat at the far end of the counter drinking a cup of coffee. He was neatly dressed in dark pants and a light colored uniform shirt, which suggested that his name was Jeff. As I watched, he played with his mustache as though it might be newly grown. He was a handsome man and I couldn't help looking at him. Of course, when he caught me and grinned broadly, I felt my face flush deep red.

I was thinking about him as I walked out to get my dopp kit and clothes from the truck. In the short time I'd been out I'd never really thought about the idea of having sex with a black guy, or an oriental, an Indian or a latino. I was raised without any major prejudices about race, so it wasn't that I had feelings of that type. It was simply that it had never crossed my mind to wonder whether or not sex with a non-white guy would be different.

"Why the hell would it be different?" I asked myself rather rhetorically. I smiled as I realized this was one more thing I'd never thought about before.

As I rounded the corner to head back into the truck stop and up to bed, I literally ran right into the guy. He was heading out toward the truck lot and probably back out onto the road or to hit the sack himself. We collided with some force, startling both of us.

"Sorry," I said, as we both tried to catch ourselves and keep in balance. "Didn't see you, man."

"Yeah, I know," he said with another big grin. "Hard to see me at night unless I smile." I couldn't help but laugh at his joke and I watched him walk away feeling more than a slight stirring in my crotch.

Being unsure of the proper thing to do in such a case, I'd asked the guy at the desk who had collected my money for the bed if I was supposed to take a particular one in the sleeping room.

"Whichever you think fits you," he answered cheerfully. "They're all about the same and they all have fresh sheets on them." He'd given me a quick once-over glance which made me think he might be available but neither of us pursued it.

When I got up to the sleeping room, by the dim light over the door, I could tell that three or four beds had already been chosen and one was already occupied by a man I didn't know who was sleeping quietly. I chose the bed nearest the open window and stowed my clothes beneath it, then headed into the washroom to brush my teeth.

I pushed the door open silently and walked in. I was just reaching to turn on the faucet in the sink when I heard a voice coming from the shower room.

"Oh shit, yeah...suck it that way, man," a voice said in an urgent whisper. "Oh wow!"

It doesn't take a ton of bricks to fall on me to understand what was going on, so I walked as quietly as I could over to take a quick glance inside the showers. What I saw surprised me more than a little.

The short, dark very masculine guy from the coffee shop was sucking one of the young guys with obvious skill. In a quick glance I couldn't get any idea how big the young guy's cock was since the shorter guy was taking it to the hair while the kid had his head thrown back in obvious delight.

I could see the notable length of the short guy's cock which hung visibly as he knelt. It was pretty hard and it had to be nearly seven inches long though not overly thick.

I felt awkward watching so I stepped back toward the sink quietly, figuring I'd wait until they finished then make an obvious noise so they'd know I was there. I didn't have long to wait.

"I'm gonna come, man!" the young guy cried anxiously. "Take it. Suck my God damn nuts dry, cocksucker." This was followed by intense moans and groans and then an audible shudder as I imagined the guy's cock erupting deep in the short guy's throat.

"Oh shit," the kid said finally, "that was the greatest, man! I really needed to get my nuts off and you sure know how to make my cock feel good."

"Uh-huh," the other guy muttered, just barely audibly.

I heard the shower turn off after a few more moments and was about to make my presence known when the kid spoke again.

"Hey, you wanna suck off my buddy?" he asked in a loud whisper. "He's probably pretty horny too."

"Sure," the other guy answered, "tell him to come on in."

I figured the guy would be leaving so I walked through the other door into the room where the toilet stalls were located. The row of stalls down the left side of the room didn't have doors on them.

I wasn't trying to keep particularly quiet, but the guy sitting in the second stall obviously didn't hear me. I recognized him as the other butch guy from the coffee shop. He was gulping hard on a cock sticking through the glory hole in the wall while he twisted the guy's nuts with his hand.

"Suck it," the voice from the other side of the wall said eagerly. "Take it all the way, huh?"

I grinned to myself when I saw that the guy was still wearing his sunglasses, even as he swallowed the guy's cock down his throat.

Since neither of them knew of my presence, I decided quickly to just get the hell out of there. I would have made it if the door hadn't burst open in my face just as I reached it.

"Hey Bubba," the young kid who'd just gotten serviced next door said loudly as he plunged through the door, "there's a guy in the showers who really gives great...."

He stopped when he saw me, then stepped back for me to pass him in the doorway. From the noises I could hear, the other two guys had ceased action and had probably now settled back on their seats.

"Forget it," Bubba answered, "I'll be out in a few minutes."

Bubba's friend followed me back into the main room and quickly fled out the door. I smiled at myself in the mirror and shook my head, as I finally got around to brushing my teeth, trying to will my stiffening cock to go down again.

The short guy walked out of the shower just as I finished brushing my teeth. He had a towel wrapped around himself but the bulge in front told me he was still ready for action.

"Nothing like a good, hot shower," the guy said and I smiled and nodded as I rinsed my mouth. He combed his hair with elaborate care and I could feel his eyes on me the whole time. Despite what I'd seen, I was still a little put off by his intense masculinity, and put any thought of making a move myself out of my mind as I remembered the other pair in the toilet room.

The young guy whose name or nickname was Bubba walked out of the toilet room, adjusting the bulge in his pants with some difficulty. He glanced at the two of us standing there and left without washing his hands. I saw the short guy grin in the mirror as he watched him leave.

Bubba was followed by the butch guy in the sun glasses who stopped to wash his hands. There was some obvious eye contact between all of us, and feeling a little embarrassed, I gathered up my stuff and headed toward the door.

"Didn't expect you to be a chicken hawk?" I heard the short guy ask just as the door was closing behind me. I did hear the other's answer.

"Wasn't sure you were available," he said.

I walked back to the sleeping room and found the two young guys whispering excitedly. The one from the shower was already in bed and the other stood next to the bed talking to him.

"I was getting my dick sucked when you came charging in," Bubba was saying. He clammed up as soon as I walked into the room and, moving quickly now, stripped his clothes off down to his shorts and climbed into an adjacent bed.

I took my time about getting into bed and I both of them were breathing deeply in sleep by the time I climbed between the sheets.

I really wasn't that sleepy, but was lying with my eyes closed when I heard muffled sounds like someone was approaching. From what had transpired in the men's room, I figured the two of them would probably have gotten something going in the shower room so I was surprised when the short guy walked in alone and stowed his gear and climbed into a bed across the room.

A minute or so later the door opened again and in the dim light I could tell it was the black guy. He tossed his gear on the floor of a bed just down from mine and, stripping off his clothes he climbed into bed wearing rather baggy boxer shorts. I soon heard him breathing deep and steadily and marveled at how quickly he could fall asleep.

Ten or so minutes passed in silence, the only sounds coming from the assorted sleeping noises. I was still fairly wide awake and kind of jumped when the door opened yet again and someone entered. I waited till I heard him walk past me before I opened my eyes and wasn't too surprised that it was the guy with the sunglasses. He made his way across the room and I heard rather than saw him stow his gear.

I closed my eyes again and tried to will myself to go to sleep. That only made me more wide awake and that was why I heard the whispered tone so clearly from across the room.

"You still feelin' horny, cowboy?"

"Huh," a voice answered a little louder then dropped to a whisper as it went on. "You bet I am, stud. What you got in mind."

I heard the creak of bed springs and then a definite slurping sound which I rightly guessed was someone getting a mouthful of hot cock. My own cock, which had been stirring unheeded since I'd witnessed the scene in the shower room, jumped to full attention.

I resisted the temptation for as long as I could then finally opened my eyes and lifted my head from the pillow to try and see what was going on. I figured nobody would notice me, and I was partly right. In the dim light, I could clearly make out the two guys going to town in a hot '69'.

From that distance and in that light, I couldn't make out the details, but I knew it was the guy with the sun glasses and the short guy from the shower room. They were both groaning softly as they swapped cocks, and I wrapped my hand around my stiffening cock almost in a reflex. I stroked it a couple of times then almost jumped out of my skin as a voice spoke up close by.

"You want some help with that? No reason they should have all the fun."

It was Jeff, just two beds away, and as I turned I saw his bright eyes and wide smile.

"Sure," I answered in a whisper, "I'm horny as hell."

I heard him get up from his bed and watched as he walked toward me. He sat down on the edge of my bed and leaned close.

"You just wanna get off or do you like to play too?"

"I'd rather make it mutual," I answered as quietly as I could. I moved the covers aside as he slid into the bed next to me. I hesitated, and he took charge.

Jeff put his arms around me and we kissed with a gentle passion, tongues and hands exploring each other. His body felt warm against mine as we stretched out, though in the darkness I'd practically forgotten about his being black. It just didn't make any difference.

I teased at the wiry hair on his chest and found his left nipple was especially sensitive. I played with it unrelentingly while we kissed.

"Wow," he whispered as he slid my shorts off and took my eight-inch dick in his hand. "You're hung nice, man."

I didn't answer but reached down into his boxer shorts and found a cock that was both longer and thicker than mine.

"Not as big as yours," I countered, using both hands to grab hold of about nine inches of cock.

"Hey," a voice from across the room called quietly, "you guy's wanna get a party goin' or you doin' okay alone."

"We're doin' fine for now," my partner answered quietly. "Maybe we'll party later, huh."

"Sounds good," came back the voice from the other side.

In minutes, we'd slid into a slow, mutually enjoyable sixty-nine which went on for a long time, as we explored and pleasured each other's cocks. It took some doing, but I finally found I could take almost all of his cock in my mouth, which caused him to quiver.

"Oh God, suck my dick like that again, man," Jeff whispered. Something about the way he'd said it made me think most guys weren't as successful at taking its incredible length.

"Uh-huh," I mumbled, as I took his shaft deep in my throat again. I felt him start sucking my dick faster now, and I picked up the speed on his tool myself. I felt myself working toward climax as his warm, steady mouth stimulated my cock. He really knew how to suck my dick for maximum pleasure and I was almost shaking in anticipation.

Trying to slow things down, I rolled over and pulled him on top of me, turning my head slightly so I could continue to suck his huge cock into my throat and still breath. His bull-like balls brushed across my eyes as I reached bottom and I inhaled deeply of his clean, masculine smell.

Jeff stopped sucking my dick and moved down to my balls and started tongue-bathing them, then continued downward and began a fantastic tongue attack under near them and heading south toward my asshole.

My dick jumped as he continued his assault, and I happily sucked his huge cock back into my throat.

We continued this action for several minutes, then he moved back to my cock, taking it all the way down to my balls. He reached down and gently touched my head and I knew he was going to cum. I slid halfway back on his cock to taste his hot juice, and when it came, it was just like a Texas gusher. I swallowed hard, not wanting to lose any, then suddenly knew I was gonna shoot too.

"Take it, man!" I cried in a whisper as I blasted deep in his hot mouth. He continued sucking my cock until the spasms subsided, finally letting it slide from his lips.

"That was wonderful," he sighed, "really great."

I agreed and snuggled against Jeff's strong chest as we kissed tenderly. Minutes went by, during which we heard the sounds of the other two guys reaching their climaxes also. They weren't noisy, but the sounds were unmistakable.

I was just dozing off as I felt Jeff move away from me and heard him walk back to his own bed. I tried to say thanks but it came out in a mumble so I pulled the covers up and went to sleep.

I was having a very nice dream when I was awakened by the sound of someone whispering.

"Shit, you've got a hell of a cock on you, man," were the words I heard and that made me open my eyes pretty quickly. As my eyes scanned around the room, I noted that the two young guys were both still sound asleep, the older guy who'd been there earlier was gone, and the light streaming into the high windows told me it must be near daybreak if not yet morning.

As my eyes focused on the source of the talking, I saw that the tall guy, for the first time without his sunglasses, was sitting on Jeff's bed stroking his towering, thick cock I well remembered having poked down my throat the night before. As I watched, the tall guy leaned forward and started sucking as Jeff let out a low moan of pleasure.

The shorter guy suddenly sat up on his bed as though he'd just wakened.

"What's happenin', Tex?" he stammered, obviously trying to focus his gaze.

The tall guy sat up in response, now holding Jeff's massive organ which he continued to stroke as he talked.

"What's happenin' is that the old duffer finally left, and I'm enjoying a taste of this prime dark meat. I'm not sharing it with you either." The laughter in his voice was unmistakable.

"You never do get tired, you son of a bitch," the short guy retorted, then got up and headed for the john, making no effort to conceal the throbbing hard-on clearly visible through his scanty shorts. As he passed my bed, he reached down and grabbed a handful of my cock.

"Save that for me, tiger," he said in a loud whisper. "I'll be right back."

My dick responded, and by the time he got back it was nearly at full staff. I stayed in bed, openly watching Tex making a meal of Jeff's dick.

"You shouldn't have split from the john so quickly last night," the short guy said in a hoarse whisper when he returned. "I figured you were straight arrow." I started to say something but he took complete charge, first telling me his name was Jake.

"Let's see what you've got here," he said, poking his hand under the covers in the general direction of my crotch. He evidently liked what he found because he forgot to whisper.

"Holy shit, you've got a great lookin' rod, man," he said and then caught himself and lowered his voice again. He pushed the covers aside to uncover what he was fondling and then our eyes met and he whispered eagerly.

"You like to fuck with that big thing?" I smiled and nodded.

"Whew," he whispered, "that's just what I'm needing, stud. Come on."

He stood up and waited till I followed then led me by my dick back to his bed.

"It's gonna take a little bit of grease and determination, but I'll get your cock up my ass if it's the last thing I do. Wow. I've been wantin' to find one like you."

He found a tube of KY in his kit and spread a thick coating on my dick then carried some to his asshole. He quickly lay down on the bed and gestured me between his legs.

"Take it easy till I get used to it, huh," he whispered. "After that, you can ride my tail however you want. Go ahead, man."

I was feeling a little overwhelmed at the way he took control of the situation, but when I looked into his eyes I saw a lust stronger than I'd ever seen before. I mean I knew in that moment just how hot he was for action. And I admit, I was pretty hot to plug his ass myself.

I climbed onto the bed between his legs but instead of lifting his legs I leaned forward and slurped the head of his dick into my mouth. His dick was still sort of soft and I really liked the feeling as it swelled and stiffened against my tongue, soon reaching to its full seven inch length. He groaned in pleasure as I took the length of his rod and got a little louder when I reached up to twist and pinch his right nipple.

When I let his dick slip out of my mouth, he moaned again.

"I like to feel a guy's dick get hard like that if I'm gonna fuck him," I said in a whisper. Don't ask me where that thought came from. His intense dark eyes met mine and he grinned.

"That's cool," he countered. "Somethin' tells me you're really a hot dude." He reacted quickly when I started to lift his legs and he wriggled himself into position.

"Like I said, take it easy to start, huh," he whispered.

I did just that, and it took five minutes or so before I'd fed all eight inches of my dick into his very hot hole. He stayed relaxed the whole time which made it much easier and I could tell he was experienced.

As I neared the last inch or so, I looked up at him. The expression on his tough, masculine face was incredible. His eyes shown in pleasure, not in pain, and I almost thought I saw a look of desire that went deeper than pure animal lust.

When I pushed the last of my dick into him and he felt the hair at my crotch push against his ass, he sighed deeply.

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "That's so good having your big cock in me. Just rest a minute, huh?"

In a way I was glad he'd said that. The searing heat of his ass sheath had my dick throbbing and what I sure didn't want was to pop off too soon. A half a minute went by before he spoke again.

"Okay, stud," he whispered intently, "now come on and really fuck that hole, huh?"

I started stroking my dick in and out of his tight hole carefully, measuring my stroke depth to make sure it was getting the positive reaction from him that I wanted. Suddenly, after a low and almost gut-wrenching moan, he started moving his ass back to meet me and what he did next just about drove me crazy.

He did things with the muscles in his ass I'd never thought possible before. He met every stroke of mine easily, but what really drove me crazy was the way his ass was grabbing and squeezing my dick all the time. Again and again he'd amplify the intensity of my own pistoning strokes with his talented muscles.

"Holy shit," I whispered. "Great fuckin' ass, man!"

"Uh-huh," he muttered quietly. "Keep fuckin' like that. You've got a helluva dick pounding up my tail."

I kept fucking his hot hole, and he kept doing those incredible things with the muscles of his ass against my dick. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to keep from blasting my nuts in no time. I mean, he was driving me wild!

"Slow down a little, stud," he whispered suddenly which really surprised me. I must have shown it on my face.

"Let's make it last a while, huh?" he went on, "you're givin' me one hell of a ride and I want a lot more of it."

All of a sudden, there was an explosion of noise from across the room.

"What the fuck's goin' on here?" Four heads turned in that direction.

It was the young guy, Bubba, who was sitting up in his bed staring at us. His voice wakened his buddy who now also sat up, still looking very sleepy.

Bubba jumped out of bed, pushing his obvious hard-on down in his shorts, and walked to the middle of the room surveying the situation. What he saw was the tall dude and Jeff in a '69' position and each with a mouthful of stiff cock, and me and Jake in a clinch with my eight-inches buried to the hilt up his ass.

"Well I'll be God damned," Bubba said in a tone of disbelief as he checked out our various positions. "I've never seen anything like this."

Four surprised faces waited for him to go on, unsure whether to move or not.

"You got your dick up his ass, don'tcha?" he asked me. I just nodded.

"You bet he does," Jake answered with a smile. "All the way up there."

"You mean you like that?" he asked Jake who smiled broadly.

"Sure do, young 'un," he said cheerfully. "There's nothin' better." Young Bubba just stood there shaking his head. He turned to Jeff and Tex.

"And you guys," he said in continued amazement, "you really like suckin' each other like that?"

Tex let Jeff's cock slip from his mouth and held the massive organ in his hand as he looked up at the young redhead.

"What are you talking about, Bubba?" he said. "You didn't mind when you had your dick down my throat." He slurped Jeff's big cock back into his mouth.

Bubba looked surprised at the comment, but just stood there looking from one pair to the other. Then his buddy walked up behind him, and spoke quietly in his Southern twang.

"You mean you never thought about being on the other end of a blow job?" As he spoke, he walked up behind Bubba and reached around to grab the redhead's stiff cock.

"No!" Bubba said as he jumped slightly but didn't move away as his buddy got a good handful. "I mean, no, I never thought about sucking another guy's dick."

As I watched, I saw his buddy swallow hard and then heard him speak very quietly.

"Well, I sure have. And I don't care who knows it."

In one smooth move, he ducked around to face Bubba and knelt. He pulled Bubba's shorts down and, swallowing hard again, started to take his buddy's cock into his mouth.

Just as Bubba groaned loudly, my attention was drawn back to the hot trucker who was still impaled on my dick.

"Come on, stud," he whispered, starting to work the taut muscles of his ass against my still-hard shaft again. "They're on their own now."

With little persuasion needed, I went back to fucking his incredibly hot and tight ass in earnest. In a matter of moments we'd found that magical rhythm again. Every fuck stroke was matched by a wild grasping and milking of my dick. Each time I pulled out, those teasing, tensing muscles of his ass were urging me to plunge back in harder again.

"Great fuckin' ass, man," I whispered, meaning every word.

"Wild fuckin' cock, man," Jake answered with equal vigor.

We were racing headlong toward the finish line now, distracted only once when we heard a strange, almost strangled noise from the middle of the room. We both glanced over to see Bubba choking on his buddy's dick.

And then it was back to business and when I grabbed the sexy dude's dick and found it rock hard I knew we were both going to come soon. Our eyes met and he nodded knowingly as I pistoned my cock deeper and harder than every before, only to be met by that fantastic action that made my dick feel bigger, harder and more like it was going to explode than ever before.

"Slam me home, man," Jake cried, throwing his head back and jamming his ass back against my crotch harder and harder. "Shove it in there harder...oh God, that's so fuckin' good."

I drove even harder and then, just when I felt my dick could plunge no deeper, I felt it swell and I was gone. With my dick all the way up his ass I let go and my dick blasted the first volley of its load way up inside him.

"Oh yeah," he shouted, "Shoot it in me, man...pump that God damned thing up my ass just like that."

"Ohhh," was all I could say as his ass squeezed and milked my dick of every drop my balls could offer.

I'd started stroking his cock harder as I began to come and as the flow finally started to ebb, I felt the tight ring of his asshole pulse around my cock just as his meat throbbed and start to shoot.

"Oh yeah," Jake moaned wildly as his cock erupted and the sticky fluid coated my fingers and flowed down onto his belly. His body shook and shuddered as intense climax washed over him and it was several minutes before we both were calm enough again to speak.

"Man," he said through a groan, "you really porked my hole good. It's been a long time since anyone fucked me as good as that."

"Me?" I stammered. "You've got to be kidding. Your ass is incredibly wild, man."

"It felt like you were shooting buckets of cum up my ass, stud. I mean, you're really a hot dude!" I countered that with another compliment on his talented ass.

We rolled over on our sides and clung together tightly for several minutes more, neither of us eager to separate. It seemed to me that both of us were hesitant to move for fear of distracting either of the other two pairs.

I glanced toward the bed where the Tex and Jeff were obviously nearing their joint orgasms and then saw that Bubba and his buddy had slid down and were '69-ing' nearby on the floor.

Jeff made a noise that sounded like he was on the receiving end of the Tex's load and that was soon followed by Tex groaning loudly as Jeff's huge cock pumped out another heavy serving from his big balls. When they'd both sucked and swallowed their full, they fell back against the bed with huge sighs which were almost immediately drowned out by another wild noise from the young pair.

"Oh fuck...keep sucking it like that...oh yeah!" the blond cried before gulping Bubba's seven fat inches of cock back into his mouth. He'd only just got it deep in his mouth before he let out a strangled moan which was quickly followed by a gagging sound from Bubba.

"Swallow it, man," urged Tex from the bed nearby. Bubba groaned loudly but then audibly swallowed as both the volume and pitch of his young friend's moaning grew higher and higher. In just a few more moments it was Bubba's turn and he jerked his head free and almost shouted.

"Take it, Billy...take my load, man!"

Billy didn't hesitate or flinch at all. He just sucked steadily and swallowed from time to time as Bubba's load flowed into his mouth and down into his gut.

"Oh shit," Bubba cried. "That was wild, Billy!"

"Hrumph," Tex grumbled indignantly as he stood up and offered his hand to pull Jeff off the bed. The rest of us laughed heartily. They both headed toward the shower room.

With great care, I let my now soft dick slide from Jake's ass as we both moaned.

"I'd sure like to get it on again like that sometime, stud," Jake whispered earnestly.

"I could go for a lot more of your hot ass, too," I countered.

We smiled at each other and then I gathered my duffle bag and headed for the showers too. Bubba had gone back and was lying on his bunk, clearly deep in thought over what had happened.

As I neared the door, I heard Billy talking to Jake.

"How do you do it, man?" he asked. "I mean, how do you take a big cock like that guy's got up your ass without it killing you?"

I smiled to myself. He was sure asking the right person, as I reflected when I wrote of the experience in my diary that morning. Jake was uniquely talented at getting fucked. There was no doubt about that. As I'd learn much later, only real caring can make fucking any better than it was with him.

I met up with Bubba again in the showers. He was a good looking young guy but was so obviously distressed at what had happened to him that in the end I took pity on him and sat letting him talk out his concerns back in the sleeping room while Billy showered. He seemed fine after a while, and finally got around to asking what was uppermost in his mind before he left.

"Billy wants me to try fuckin' his butt," he said bluntly. "I don't know about that. I'm afraid I'll rip his butthole open." I couldn't help but smile.

"I may not be hung as big as you," he went on, "but my pecker ain't tiny either."

"You're right about that," I answered with the best advice I could think of. "Take it really easy to start with, and then when you're both relaxed and comfortable, just do what feels good to you and makes Billy feel good too."

He shook his head, obviously still not sure about the prospect, as I said good-bye and left.

I saw Jake again before I left and we both agreed it would be fun to see each other again. Of course we both knew the odds were slight, but exchanged names and truck lines just in case. I mean, you never know.

Actually I did hope I'd run into him. Not only was he good sex, he seemed a friendly sort of guy, and I'd learned by now that you can get damn lonely on the road.

Feeling that way when I got home from a trip the next afternoon I tried to call Greg. I was feeling a little horny as well as lonely and wanted to be with him. His office told me he'd been called out of town on business unexpectedly and wasn't expected back for a week.

I shook my head as I hung up the phone. And I thought my schedule was bad. I suppose that's what made me more willing than I might have been when Louie called and came over.

He was very excited and insisted I walk out to his car with him.

"Look what I found," he said excitedly, opening a large box in his trunk. It was a full policeman's uniform, complete with boots, a motorcycle helmet, handcuffs and a nightstick. Only the gun was missing.

Louie explained that he'd borrowed it from somebody and that he figured it was time we paid Bob back for the earlier joke.

"See, I know Bob's gonna be home because I told him I'd bring something over to him later," he said with a chuckle, "but the uniform won't fit me as well as it will you." I started to smile then too.

"In fact," Louie went on, "why don't you just take it and do it to him yourself?" I pleaded ignorance.

"He was talking about some sort of S&M thing," I said, "and I don't know anything about that."

"He don't mean S&M," Louie went on, "he just wants to try a bondage scene. Hell, I can tell you what to do about that."

We stopped for a couple of beers while Louie gave me a primer on that scene, at least as much as he knew. I got the gist of it, but wasn't sure I could pull it off and suggested Louie come along.

"No, man," Louie said, "this scene doesn't need a third guy, and besides, Bob's hot for you anyway."

With some trepidation, I agreed, and Louie offered to let me get into the uniform at his apartment.

The uniform fit well except for the pants being rather tight.

"That's even better," Louie offered, casually running his hand down over my cock and balls which were pushed down my left leg, "Bobby'll really get hot seeing that big meat of yours sticking out like this." I cautioned him to stop before I put a hole in the pants and Louie laughed.

I felt very self-conscious but Louie kept encouraging me. He was remarkably thorough, telling me what to do and even describing the layout of Bob's apartment.

"You look great," he said, helping me adjust the nightstick and hang the handcuffs on my belt, "you just have to swagger a little more." He demonstrated rather comically and made me do it until he felt I was convincing.

When I was finally all set and I put on the motorcycle helmet and the mirrored sun glasses, I was surprised to see in the mirror that it really did alter my appearance a lot. I figured that with it being dark I might be able to escape immediate recognition.

Louie assured me that Bob had said he was going to be home alone all evening and suggested what I do.

"If that doesn't turn you on, it's up to you," he said with a wicked smile, "just let your imagination lead you. I figure Bob's game for anything."

"Give him a good time, huh. I mean, pound his butt hard like you did mine, stud," Louie said as I was getting ready to leave. I couldn't help but smile at the frankness.

"I mean it," Louie went on, "I loved getting it from you. You're damn good, and he needs it bad."

I drove to Bob's apartment and parked my car some distance away. I rang his bell then stepped back away from the porch light, counting on a shadow to hide my face. When Bob opened the door, I tried to lower my voice as best I could.

"Bob Connell?" I asked, trying to sound stern, "we need to ask you a few questions."

"Yes officer," he answered, sounding properly deferential, "come in."

I walked in and waited until he closed the door behind me, then turned back to face him.

"Okay, cocksucker, down on your knees," I barked in my deepest voice. The look on his face was unbelievable.

"What the..." he started but I interrupted him.

"We've got reports you've been impersonating the police. Move, faggot. Down on your knees."

To my surprise, he did as I'd ordered, kneeling on the hard tile floor of the foyer even as he spoke.

"Wait a minute," he said, his voice losing some of its strength, "I've got a right to..." I cut him off again.

"You've got no rights, cocksucker," I barked, "not while I'm around."

For the first time I felt him looking me straight in the face and I felt my cheeks flush. As quickly as I could, I stepped around him and grabbing the handcuffs, I clicked them onto his wrists behind him.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked in a surprised voice.

"Just making sure you stay put," I said, having trouble continuing to talk in the fake voice, "you wanna be a good boy, don't you?"

"Yes sir," he answered and I heard the change in his tone right away, "I'll do whatever you say."

"That's better," I went on, walking around in front of him again, my bulging crotch just inches from his face.

"Mmm," he said quietly, leaning forward and kissing my dick through the uniform pants.

"You want that dick, cocksucker? That what you want?"

"Oh yes, sir," Bob murmured, pressing his lips against the rapidly growing bulge in my crotch.

"Tell me," I tried to make my voice louder, "tell me, cocksucker!"

"Please, Officer," Bob's voice was pleading now. "Please let me suck your big, police cock. Fuck my mouth till you pop your nuts down my throat."

As I listened, I couldn't help but grin slightly. Fortunately, Bob couldn't see my face at that time.

"You want it, huh?" I asked, taking a step back and drawing the night stick from its holder. I tapped it not too roughly against against his cheek. "It's bigger than this stick, cocksucker." Bob moaned as I traced his lips with the stick.

"That what you want?" I asked, "Think you can handle it?"

"Yes, Officer, I want your big cock. Please let me suck it."

I tapped the stick against his lips silently, and I could see Bob was getting agitated by the motion of the stick.

"Lick it," I said simply. Bob didn't hesitate and soon was taking the head and part of the length of the stick into his mouth, moaning gently.

"You like that cop stick, cocksucker?" I asked gruffly, pulling the stick from his mouth.

"Yes sir, Officer," he answered quietly.

"Bet you'd rather be eatin' some police dick instead, right?"

"Yes sir," he answered.

"Well let's see if you can get to it, cocksucker," I said, stepping back a couple of steps. "Let's see how much you want to suck that policeman's dick."

Bob crawled toward me, reaching up with his teeth to find the zipper of the uniform pants. It took a minute or two because I didn't make it easy. Once he got it between his teeth, however, he held on tightly as he tried to pull down on it. I let him succeed after several tries, and he finally got it pulled down all the way.

Next Bob moved his mouth higher, trying to undo the button at the waistband, and he struggled for almost a full minute before he managed, using his lips and tongue, to get it undone.

"You're really hot to get a mouthful of that cock, aren't you?" Al said, "You can hardly wait for a taste of it, can you?"

Bob moaned loudly, continuing to work to free my cock.

"Just look at you, trying to get a mouthful of hot police cock," I said, trying to sound tough, "Faggot dick sucker, wanting a big cock down his throat!"

"Yes sir, Officer," Bob said, "I've gotta suck that big police dick 'cause I'm handcuffed. I have to do what you want, sir."

"That's right," I answered. "You figured that out, didn't you?"

Once he'd gotten my pants undone, Bob wedged his chin inside and moved his head back and forth. It was made more difficult because the pants were tight, but I didn't help him at all. He finally got my pants pulled down far enough and my cock bounced free.

The whole process had affected me too, and my dick was very hard and sticking out its full eight inches as it swung from side to side.

"Wow. Big cop dick!" he murmured. He licked his lips in anticipation.

Bob tried to catch the head of my cock between his lips, but I grabbed my dick and started slapping it roughly against his face.

"What do you want?" I asked tauntingly, "What the hell do you want, you cop-slave? Tell me. I wanna hear you say it."

"Make me suck your cock, Officer," Bob said, now with urgency. "Fuck my face, sir, and shove that long police dick of yours down my throat."

"Right," I said, "I'm gonna fuck your face, you cop-slave. I'm gonna shove this big cop dick right down to your guts. That what you want, cocksucker?"

"Oh yes, sir," Bob answered intently, "Make me do whatever you want."

"Do it," I said, forcing my cock deep into Bob's mouth.

Bob moaned as he tasted and felt the hardness of my cock and he sucked it into his mouth deeply. I fucked my meat into his willing mouth and he struggled to take all I was feeding him, but he sure was trying like mad.

He moaned again as the head of my dick pushed down into his throat and he choked slightly, but he didn't back away. He just kept trying to take it all the way with each stroke. I was frankly amazed at the ease with which he swallowed all eight inches, but a more immediate worry was that as well as he was sucking I doubted I could hold off very long.

"That's enough for now," I said after several minutes, pulling my cock from his mouth and shoving several inches of the night stick into his mouth to replace it.

"Come on, cop-slave. Let's see what else you've got to offer," I said, pulling him up to a standing position. I refastened the hand cuffs in front of him, but I didn't let him face me because I was afraid he'd get a good look at my face.

I couldn't take his shirt off because of the handcuffs, but I did my best imitation of frisking his chest, then reached under his shirt to twist his nipples fairly roughly.

He moaned very loudly as I pulled on his nipples, but the night stick between his lips kept him from talking. He started to grope his own crotch but I batted his hand away and ordered him never to touch his cock again without permission.

I undid his belt and pulled it from his pants with a great flourish then ripped open the button of his pants and pulled down the zipper. Then I let him wait as I stepped back out of his sight. A minute or so passed. He started making a whimpering noise as he waited expectantly for whatever I would do next.

I frisked his lower torso, grabbing his stiff cock and his balls as roughly as I dared, only to hear him moan with pleasure. I roughly pulled and twisted the cheeks of his ass as he continued to moan, now more loudly.

In a flash, I pulled his pants down to the floor. He wasn't wearing shorts and his long, hard dick bounced up to attention, sticking straight out from his body. My first thought was what a great looking cock he had, but then I realized that my role didn't call for that kind of action. I forced myself back into the role.

"Fuckin' cock-slave," I intoned, "got a hard-on from sucking my dick, huh?"

I took a length of rawhide Louie had given me and, making a loop in it, I jerked it tightly around his cock and balls.

"Uhhh," he groaned loudly, probably in some mild pain as the loop tightened around his man gear.

"Oh. You like that, huh?" I asked darkly, "Fuckin' cop-slave likes it rough, huh?" He groaned loudly in response, still unable to speak because of the night stick in his mouth.

I was still standing behind him and when I grabbed one cheek of his ass and my finger found the pucker in his crack, he made a gasping sound and the night stick clattered to the floor loudly.

"Little shit," I tried to sound angry, "what are you trying to do, ruin police equipment?" He started to say something but I shouted "Shut up, cocksucker," and he was silent again.

I picked up the night stick from where it had fallen. The business end was wet with his saliva to which I added quite a lot of my own out of his sight.

"You don't like this stick in your mouth, huh?" He started to speak so I grabbed the rawhide and gave a quick jerk to his cock and balls which silenced him again.

"How about up here?" I went on, again trying to sound mean. I teased the stick against the pucker of his hole and he groaned very loudly.

"Spread 'em," I shouted and he obediently spread his legs far apart. Carefully, I positioned the stick at the opening. When I gave the slightest push, the first couple of inches went in as he moaned, but not in pain.

"Oh, the cop-slave likes it up his pussy, huh?" I barked, and he answered with an affirmative groan. His head was thrown back and it was clear he was in a reverie all his own.

"Yeah," I went on, "the cocksucking cop-slave likes the big police stick up his pussy." He moaned more loudly as I pushed another couple of inches inside.

"Bet you want all of this foot-long stick up your pussy, don't you, cop-slave?"

"I don't know if..." he started but I shouted for him to be quiet again.

"You keep that stick in there," I barked and pushed another couple of inches into him, so he had about half of its length inside him. Accompanied again by a moan of pleasure, I watched him clench his ass around the stick as I stopped. He held it tightly inside and hung his head as he concentrated on keeping the stick up his ass.

I smiled to myself and decided it was time for a break.

"Stay put," I said harshly and headed toward the bathroom. I was hot and needed to figure out what I was going to do next. I took off the helmet, cursing its heat and sat down on the edge of the tub.

My mind raced as I considered various alternatives. Louie had made a suggestion on how to finish, but I thought maybe I liked a variant of that better. Finally, I remembered something I'd seen in a porno flick and decided what to do.

I walked back into the living room not sure whether I'd find Bob still in place but I needn't have worried. It looked like he hadn't moved since I'd left, and I could see that he was still tightly clenching half the night stick up his ass.

As I approached him, I touched his ass and felt his body shudder slightly. I grabbed the rawhide and gave a jerk to the loop around his cock and balls, then reassured myself that his dick was still rock hard.

"Okay, cop-slave, let's see what you can do," I barked, "Let's see if these balls of yours work or if you're really just a pussy with a dick stuck on the front."

From behind, I held the rawhide tightly in my hand and started fucking the night stick in and out of his ass. Holding the rawhide strap meant he was getting stimulation both from it and the stick at the same time. When I reached around and started jerking his dick, he finally spoke.

"Oh God, that's so fuckin' good" he whispered as the stick slid in and out of his very willing ass. His dick throbbed against the rough grasp of my hand as I stroked it.

It didn't take long before I felt his body starting to shake and I figured he was getting pretty close to coming. I pulled a small table in front of him then went back to beating his cock while I continued feeding about eight inches of the night stick up his ass. He moaned and groaned quite loudly but there was never a suggestion that I should quit either action.

"Come on, cop-slave," I almost shouted, "Come on, prove to me your balls aren't empty. Shoot your load on that table, cocksucker."

I'm not sure if it was the words or the action, but something worked. In just another minute or so, he cried out.

"Gonna come...cop making me come...fuckin' night stick up my ass...Oh God...gonna blast my nuts. Oh shit!"

I felt his balls pull up to his dick and watched his dick pump a big puddle of cum across the tabletop. I kept up my action until I felt his body stop shaking and relax slightly. Easing the stick from his hole, I put it on the far edge of the table, then pushed him down to his knees and guided his head forward.

"Lick up that God damn cum, cop-slave," I said harshly. "Come on, cum-eater. Lick it up!" As he bent forward and started to do so, I gave him something more to think about.

"Don't swallow it all, cop-slave, unless you want my dick fuckin' your ass dry." He paused but understood and proceeded to lick up every drop from the table. When he finally sat back, I stepped to his side and shoved my dick into his mouth.

He did just as I imagined he would. He coated my cock with his cum as thoroughly as he could. Once it was wet, I pulled my dick from his mouth and pulled him up from the back to a standing position again.

"You want this cop's dick raping your butt, slave?" I barked. He moaned yes.

"This cop's not raping your hole, is he?" I asked darkly, "you want this cop dick fuckin' you, don't you?"

"Yes sir, Officer," he answered clearly, "I want your big cock fuckin' me...plugging my ass."

There didn't seem to be any reason to delay so I positioned myself and plunged the first half of my thick, eight-inch meat into his hole. I had guessed that his ass would be more sensitive after he'd come, and I was right.

"Oh God," he groaned at the invasion, but he made no attempt to move away.

I took hold of the rawhide strap again and gave a pretty good jerk as I jammed the rest of my dick into him.

"Take it cop-slave. Take that cop dick all the way!" He groaned in pleasure as my balls banged against his ass.

My dick was a good deal thicker than the night stick and I was furrowing new ground and stretching his hole as my dick went in. He made low whimpering sounds, but I'm not sure whether than was from my dick or from the pull on the leather strap still firmly looped around his cock and his nuts.

The whole scene had made me really hot and as my dick slid into his hot, tight ass, I knew that if I fucked roughly I wasn't going to last very long. I pulled off the hot helmet and pitched it on a nearby chair as I slowed the pace. By experimenting, I found what really made him moan excitedly and from then on I kept fucking his ass just that way. His moans of pleasure grew louder and louder.

I knew the whole cop thing was a big turn-on, but I was surprised when he bent forward and started licking at the night stick on the table. He actually managed to work it around and get it back in his mouth as I kept fucking his ass, all the time he kept moaning in pleasure. Only when he'd cleaned every trace of his own residue from the stick did he let it go. I didn't stop him as he grabbed his dick and started beating it again, and then he started talking in an almost crazed way.

"Oh God yes," he started, "oh yes, big-dicked cop raping my butthole...fuckin' cock-slave, that's me...eating cop's dick...stud cop fuckin' me with his night stick...needing a cop fuckin' bad...oh shit, aching hole really gettin' pounded now!"

I was getting very close now and as I raced toward the finish line, I fucked harder and deeper, pistoning my dick to its fullest length up his very willing hole. He was pushing his ass back to take even more of my cock, and after a minute or so of that, the landslide started. I had all eight-inches up his butt when my dick started wildly shooting my load deep inside him. It seemed my climax went on for many minutes, and my throbbing dick had just stopped shooting when he cried out again.

"Cop shootin' off up my ass...big dick on that cop fuckin' my butt...cop-slave eatin' his own cum...Oh God...gonna come again...I'm gonna come again."

I hadn't expected that, but it fit with in what I had in mind.

"Beat that cop-slave meat, cocksucker," I barked and he grabbed his cock and started beating it.

I'd pushed him down onto his knees again and, aiming carefully, started pissing a heavy stream right into his mouth.

"Here's what you really want, isn't it, cop-slave," I shouted. His eyes were closed but he hadn't been surprised as he felt and tasted my piss. He opened his mouth wide and gulped that steady stream down quickly. He didn't miss many drops.

Midway through my piss, he groaned anxiously and I watched as his dick started shooting again, this time, most of it flowing onto his still handcuffed hands. He groaned and panted as he shot, and when my flow finally slowed, with his eyes still closed, he lifted his hands to his mouth and licked his hands, eating up his own cum again.

His body heaved tremendously in the aftermath of his climax, and only then did he open his eyes and look up at me. Minus helmet, there was no question as to who I was, and I saw no reason to keep up the charade any longer.

"Sonofabitch," he said with a great laugh. "I didn't know it was you!"

I pulled him to his feet and unlocked the handcuffs. Now he couldn't stop talking, though most of it was just disjointed phrases.

"You know, I thought it might be you when I was sucking your cock," he said finally, "but then after that I didn't think it was. I mean, you were so tough."

"Oh," I countered, "and what's that mean?" We both laughed until we had tears in our eyes.

"Actually I thought I was pretty good, considering I've never done anything like this before," I said.

"You were great," he answered, "and you thought of some things I'd never thought of, even in my fantasy." He didn't say what and I didn't ask.

Some time later, I got my own clothes from the car and changed into him. Only as I was leaving did I tell him that Louie had loaned me the uniform. I dropped the uniform back to Louie over the week-end. He'd already heard about it from Bob.

"How'd you like to make me a cop-slave?" he asked with the big grin. "Sounds to me like you really know how to get into that scene."

"Yeah, right," I answered, blushing self-consciously.

"To tell you the truth," I went on seriously, because it had been much on my mind, "I think it was good for Bob, and we had a good laugh afterwards, but that kind of scene really isn't for me."

I could tell by the look on his face that Louie didn't understand, and I was only just beginning to realize what I meant in full. It wasn't that I disapproved of people playing out scenes like that. It's just that more mutual action is really my preference, I guess.

Louie and Bob and I got together over the next week-end. Bob was still kind of wound up about the cop scene, but I told him quietly but definitely that it wasn't going to happen again and he finally let the subject drop.

We started exchanging stories of guys we'd met and things that had happened to us, and I soon learned their experiences had been just as crazy as mine. I told them about the guy I'd met at the truck stop in Pennsylvania who wanted me to just shove my dick in his mouth. Louie went next.

"The wildest thing that's happened to me really started pretty funny," he began. "You see, I'd stopped at this coffee shop over in Hinckley a couple of times 'cause my route takes me through there and they've got a big parking lot so it's not hard to get my rig in and out."

Bob and I smiled at each other. Louie was driving a local route so calling his panel truck a rig was a bit of an exaggeration.

"Anyway," Louie went on, "they've got a bus boy over there who's really a hot looking Mexican. I'd seen him several times and really thought he was great looking. He was kind of short, but he had a great build and a really nice smile. He wore a uniform and the pants were real tight. But nothin' seemed likely to happen, you know. I mean, the guy didn't even seem to notice me." Bob and I nodded to get him to get on with it.

"So last week when I got there, I headed into the john and there was the bus boy, cleaning up the place. I did my business at the urinal, and just as I walked over to wash my hands, he came out of a stall. I smiled at him and he smiled back, and then I noticed that his fly was half-way unzipped. I don't know why, but that made me really hot for him and I guess I got pretty fearless."

"So, what happened?" Bob prompted.

"Well, I said 'Hey,' and the guy turned toward me. I nodded and told him his fly was unzipped, but before he could do anything, I reached down and pulled it open the rest of the way and grabbed his meat through his shorts. He really jumped, but I was quick and managed to pull his dick out of his shorts before he knew what happened."

"You crazy shit," Bob cried, grinning broadly, "the guy's probably straight and you're pulling his dick out of his pants. What did he do?"

"He tried to pull away and started almost shouting in Spanish. I didn't understand most of what he said, until he said something about 'cocksucker.' I got the general idea then that he wasn't much into the scene."

"You're really quick, Louie," I said with some exasperation. He was enjoying telling the story, but I wished he'd hurry it up a bit.

"Well, I didn't let go of his dick and all of a sudden I realized that it was getting hard. He was hung pretty good, especially for being kind of a short guy. He'd stopped pulling away from me somewhat, so I kept stroking his dick, even while he was trying to push me away. He was wearing thick, rubber gloves so he couldn't use his hands very well. Anyway, I finally got him pushed up against the door to the stall and bent over and sucked the head of his dick into my mouth."

"You gotta be kidding," Bob said, "You're really crazy, man!"

"Wait a minute, Bobby," Louie countered, "I'm not finished yet. Anyway, that quieted him right down. I mean it. He actually let me suck on his dick. It was really hard now and it was a long, thick beauty. He had way over seven inches I'd guess. I was getting really turned on suckin' his rod when I heard the outer door of the john open. We both moved quickly then, me back to the sink to pretend I was washing my hands and him into the stall. I figured that was it, but the guy who came in just grabbed a paper towel and walked out again."

He paused for a second and both Bob and I watched him expectantly.

"Anyway, after the guy walked out, the bus boy opened the door to the stall again and that's when I saw he'd pushed his pants down to his knees and his fat, seven inch cock was pointin' straight out from his hairy box. I couldn't help myself. I just licked my lips as I watched that big, uncut tool of his pointin' at me." He paused again, and Bob told him to go ahead with the story.

"Well, I figured it was pretty dumb to risk getting caught in there so I suggested we go out to the truck. It was pretty well empty by them and where I'd parked it, I figured it would be pretty safe. He hesitated so I bent down and gulped his meat back into my mouth. Man, it was really nice and hard as a rock too. Anyway, after just a few moments of my best suckin' action, he said 'okay' and I stopped and told him where my truck was."

"So you did get him?" Bob asked eagerly.

"You bet I did," Louie answered, looking very self satisfied, "He was crying something in Spanish all the time I was sucking that big, fat dick of his and then he shot off and pumped this big load of cum right down my throat. Man, it was great!" He stopped for a second to grin.

"Besides that," he went on, "I kept sucking on his dick after he popped, and damn if that big, beautiful cock didn't get hard again. It surprised me. I mean it was just as hard as before, and after that, it didn't take much persuasion to get him to ram that big rod of his up my butt. He fucked like a stallion, I mean, he really banged me good. It was wild, man, and I got off on his shooting a second wad up my ass."

"That's really something," I said, meaning it. "You figure you'll ever get him again?"

"I did, just yesterday," Louie said with a grin. "He walked over to me as soon as I walked into the coffee shop, and in just a few minutes we were out in the truck again. He didn't waste time either. After just a couple of minutes of me sucking his rod, he turned me around and drove it home. He rammed it up my ass nonstop for ten minutes or so and then came for what seemed like a couple of minutes. He's really a hot fucker." Louie stopped for just a second then went on.

"When he pulled out, he shoved his dick in my face so I figure he wants me to suck it clean for him. Instead, he gets a hard-on again and just as soon as it's hard, he pulls it out of my mouth, turns me around and rams it back up my ass."

Bob whistled quietly and I smiled as Louie finished recounting his tale.

"It was even wilder than the first time. He must have fucked my butt for another twenty minutes or so before he pumped another big wad of his stuff up my guts. I'm telling you. My ass was totally fucked by that little Chicano."

Bob and I both shook our heads as Louie leaned back in his chair, making no effort to hide the stiff hard-on showing through his pants.

"Man, Louie," Bob said finally, "you are really something. I don't think I'd ever have the nerve to do that. Not that way anyway."

"You trying to tell us you haven't been up to anything?" I asked Bob, grinning.

"No, hell no," Bob answered, sounding a little defensive, "I just meant that I've never come on to a guy without being pretty sure he's okay." Suddenly he grinned.

"I'll tell you what happened to me just last week," he started. "I had a run down to Missouri and had to stay the night waiting for a return pick-up in the moning. There was a motel/truck stop not too far away so I headed over there, hoping to find some action. The place seemed pretty dead and there were only half a dozen trucks of so in the parking lot. I got me a room and relaxed for awhile then headed over to the restaurant for some dinner. As I walked through the motel lobby I saw this good looking stud just checking in. When our eyes met, I smiled a little and he nodded, giving me the feeling that he was probably as hot for some action as I was.

"Right there in the lobby?" Louie asked incredulously.

"All we did was notice each other then," Bob went on as I laughed.

"Anyway, I stopped in the bar and was having a beer and watching the lobby. Pretty soon I see the guy again. He was a big guy, probably six-foot-four or so, and built like a linebacker. I guessed he was maybe thirty-five or so, but he sure looked well built and hot looking. He started into the bar then, when he saw me standing there, he turned and walked across the hall into the men's room."

"That was handy," I put in with a grin. Louie laughed too.

"Anyway," Bob went on, "I finished my beer and casually sauntered into the john myself. It was a pretty small place, but there were two urinals and the guy was standing at one so I walked up to the other one and pulled out my dick. I didn't have to piss so I stepped up close, and tried to casually glance over at the guy next to me.

"'Nothin' like a good long piss, huh?' the guy asked quietly, making conversation.

"Second best feeling there is, I answered," Bob said.

"The guy turned slightly toward me and I saw that his dick was both long and thick. Without meaning to, I kind of sighed at seeing it."

"'I'm needing some help, buddy,' the stud said, now stroking his cock openly.

"Whatcha got in mind?" Bob reported that he'd said.

"Sounds like an open and shut case," I offered. Louie nodded.

"Not quite," Bob went on, his face beaming as he let the suspense build up.

"He was real direct," Bob went on. "He said he liked sucking and fucking, both ways, and I figured this was gonna be a real free-for-all. But then he pops the question of how I'd feel about a three-way."

"Hot damn," Louie said, rubbing his hands gleefully.

"That was just the beginning," Bob went on. "He told me he was driving with a new guy and that the guy hadn't responded at all to any suggestion of getting it on. He wanted me to see if I could get the guy interested, and then maybe we could all go at it."

"Oh," Louie said, "that sounds tricky."

"Well, not so much as you think," Bob went on. "I went back to the bar and pretty soon the stud and another guy walk in together. The other guy is a real hunk, sort of like you, Joe. He was young and built well like you too."

I smiled, but demured at the compliment.

"They sat down at the bar and sure enough, after a few beers, the younger guy heads for the can. I wait just a second and then follow him. He's standing at the urinal, pissing like a racehorse, but I sidle up and pull out my dick too. He's givin' me every chance to see it, and it's really nice. I mean really nice."

"Oooh," Louie moaned. Bob and I both looked at him and grinned.

"Well it doesn't take long before we're both showing what we've got," Bob finally went on, "and I'd just grabbed a handful of stiff cock when the guy stops all of a sudden.

"'Sorry, man,' he said very quietly.

"Come on, I said," Bob continued, "looks like we're both looking for some action."

"'You don't understand,' the guy says, 'I'm with a buddy and he's really straight. He'd never go for any messing around, and I really can't stay away very long. Hell, we're even sharing a room and that'll make me horny all night.'

"So I give him my room number and tell him to make some excuse and come by after dinner. He says he's not sure he can get away but that he'll try. I said we could have a really hot time and I can tell he's interested, but he's not about to let anything happen there and then, so I cut out and head back to the bar. I give his buddy the high sign and when the young guy's back in his place I finish my beer and announce to the bartender that I'm goin' in to eat to make sure the two of them hear me.

"I waited outside the bar for a couple of minutes, and the older guy walks out headed to the john. I tell him most of what happened and the plan I've suggested to the other guy. He's enthusiastic, although I was still a little skeptical."

"It's just like a TV show," Louie offers, his face agrin as he spoeaks.

"Okay, okay," Bob goes on, "So I go and eat dinner and then walk around for awhile before I go back to the room. I'm not sure that either of them will show up, but I figure I better be there just in case. I watched television for an hour or so and then heard a quiet knock on the door."

"Let me guess," I said, "I'd bet on the younger stud. He's the hornier one."

"No way," Louie says, "I bet it was the big stud. Count on a big guy to be really horny."

Bob let the question hang for a minute or so, just looking first at me and then at Louie.

"Joe's right," he said finally, "it was the younger guy, whose name was Matt. He comes in and he's really hot to get off because he's worried about being gone too long. In barely a minute or so, we've both got our pants off are '69-ing' like crazy. He may look young, but he doesn't have any trouble swallowing my rod, and his is one of the longest dicks I've ever seen."

"Wow, really?" Louie asks skeptically, "you mean, bigger than Joe's?"

"No, not bigger than Joe's," Bob went on, "but maybe longer. This fucker's dick must be almost nine inches long, but thin, you know, not big and fat like Joe's."

"Come on, guys," I said, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"Anyway," Bob continued, "we've only been goin' at it for a few minutes when the phone rings. Matt about jumped off the bed, but I get him calmed down and then I answered the phone. Of course it's the other guy, whose name turned out to be Hank, and I play my scene.

"'How about a three-way?' I ask Matt, telling him it's a buddy who's staying at the motel. He hesitates for a few moments then shrugs and agrees, so I invite the guy over. It's no more than another minute before Hank shows up and you wouldn't believe the look on Matt's face when I open the door and he sees him standing there."

"You mean he really didn't have any idea about the guy, even after he'd been driving with him?" Louie asked. Bob assured him that he didn't.

"You're really a clever dude, aren't you?" I suggested. Bob's grinning now.

"Yeah, well, it all worked out, anyway," Bob countered, "we all had a great time!" He paused but Louie wasn't giving up that easy.

"So what happened?" he demanded, fixing Bob with a hard stare, "I want the details, man."

"A little bit of everything, to tell you the truth," Bob answered finally. "I popped a wad down Hank's throat and another one deep in Matt's sexy, young butt. Hank pumped my ass full of his stuff and I almost got Matt to come before he decided he'd unload his long dick up Hank's ass instead of down my throat. The two of them were really wild, but you know what?"

"I give," I answered, "what?"

"Well," he went on, "what was really something was seeing just how turned on they were by each other. I mean, it hardly even mattered to them that I was there. They were getting off on each other."

"How do you mean?" Louie asked. I really couldn't believe his naivete.

"Well hell," Bob answered, "they'd been driving together for two weeks and getting hornier by the hour. When they did get together, it was wild for both of them. Something told me that it wasn't gonna end there, either."

"What do you mean?" Louie asked, and again I wondered at what age he'd been dropped on his head.

"I mean that when they left that room, I figured for sure they were gonna get off at least once more before calling it a night," Bob answered. "Besides, man, they were driving together. They had all kinds of chances of getting it on with each other after that." Louie finally seemed to understand but I thought I'd add to it.

"That's not the only point," I said, realizing that I sounded even more serious than I'd meant to. "It makes you think that maybe sometimes wanting somebody for awhile makes it even more exciting when you finally get together, doesn't it?"

Bob nodded vigorously but Louie continued to look a bit perplexed.

The stories went on and it was a fun evening. We were each sort of turned on by it all, but in the end we all went home alone. We'd passed the point where being friends had become more important than just being a sex partner.

The middle of the fourth week, I set off for my first long trip. Dave arranged my schedule himself. He went over the whole trip with me. He'd planned it very carefully, and it was a long run. It took me south to Florida, then west through Texas and back up through Kansas City before coming home again to near Chicago. Together we worked out my route plan based on the stops and pick-up and delivery dates they'd given me.

"Now listen young man," he said seriously when all the work was done, "your folks are very concerned about you going off on a long haul like this. You take it easy and follow the rules, understand." I agreed and then he went on.

"And don't be tiring yourself out trying to fuck every chick between here and there," he said, looking serious except for the wry smile on his face, "all you'll do is wear yourself out and have an accident or something." It was the opportunity I'd been waiting for.

"But I saw a sign in a john in Ohio that says Snyder drivers have the best cock on the road. We gotta keep up the reputation, don't we?"

He laughed long and hard. He admitted he knew exactly where the sign was.

"You can't imagine how long ago somebody carved that in that damn wall," he said, "but don't take it too much to heart, you hear?"

We shook hands solemnly and I went home for a good dinner and early to bed. I was there really early next morning because I wanted to get a good start. Dave had warned me that the first leg was a long, tiring stretch heading south toward Florida.

Once on the interstate system, I felt pretty sure of myself. Handling the truck wasn't that difficult, and except for a few crazy drivers who cut in front of me, there were no problems at all.

I took Dave at his word and didn't stop except when I absolutely had to. That's how it happened that I pulled into a small truck stop just inside Georgia. After my first day on the road, all I could think of was a long, hot shower and going to sleep. I couldn't believe how tired I was, considering that I'd only been driving all day. It wasn't my body that was tired; it was my mind, from concentrating on driving and staring at the road all day long.

I had my shower, stopped at the coffee shop and had some dinner then went for a walk just for some exercise. I planned to hit the sack early. I knew I had another long day ahead of me and wanted to be up and ready to go early.

There wasn't much to see in about a half a mile or so walking, so I doubled back and came up the road on the other side of the truck stop. There was a hole cut in the fence so I decided to cut across the parking lot. As I cut between a couple of trucks parked there, the door flew open and a tall, thin driver jumped down to the ground. Seeing each other startled both of us.

"Holy shit," the guy exploded, "what the fuck are you doin' there?"

"I'm sorry man," I answered, sounding defensive, "I was just walking..."

"Yeah, right," he went on gruffly, "you fuckin' cocksuckers hanging around here make me sick."

"Hey, hold on," I said, feeling my temperature rising, "I mean it. I was just walking back to my own rig. I didn't know you just pulled in, for God's sake."

He stopped, hearing my angry tone, and grinned at me. It broke the ice and soon we both apologized again.

"It really gets to me," he said, "all those guys who hang around truck stops, trying to get some driver dick to suck." He wasn't a bad looking guy, but I decided that subject was best left untouched.

We waved to each other as we walked on, me back to the truck and him into the truck stop. I climbed into the cab and covered the windows with the special light-blocking tarpulin which belonged with the truck, stripped down to my shorts and climbed into the sleeper. It was very quiet except for the quiet rumble of truck engines all around. I turned on the small light in the cab and wrote of my experiences driving that day, then read awhile until I got too sleepy to keep my eyes open and fell sound asleep.

I woke up about three-thirty in the morning, a little stiff from sleeping on the rather hard sleeper bed, but a lot stiffer from having to piss like crazy. I laughed as I remembered an older driver in the truck yard that first morning I'd headed out on local driving. He recommended never traveling without a can or something you could relieve yourself in if the situation arose where you were stuck in traffic or something like that.

I couldn't think of anything suitable in the truck and, after trying to turn over and force myself to go back to sleep, I decided that the only thing to do was get up. Without thinking about any alternative, I headed into the truck stop, my stiff prick jammed uncomfortably into my jeans.

The place was pretty much deserted but there was someone in the john. He was sort of leaning against the wall at the urinals, supporting himself by holding onto the wall. I recognized him right away as the same guy I'd had the run in with outside, but he appeared to be so drunk I figured he wouldn't know me again anyway.

I ripped open the buttons of my fly and my still-stiff prick bobbed out, standing straight out from my body. I knew it was going to take a minute or so before I could piss, but I stood staring ahead hoping that the guy wouldn't even notice me.

"God damn, stud," the guy mumbled, turning toward me and staring unabashedly at my crotch, "you sure got a big one there."

"I gotta piss," I answered simply, hoping he'd understand and not push the point.

"Whats'a matter?" he asked drunkenly, "you don't want me to suck it for you?"

He was so drunk he could barely stand, and he couldn't talk very well either.

"Not this time," I answered, trying to avoid making an issue. "I gotta piss, man."

"That's okay, then," he slurred, taking a step closer, "piss in my mouth. I don't care. Just let me have your dick." He slurred his words so badly I could hardly understand the words.

I was disgusted. Not by why he'd said so much, but that anyone could let himself get so far gone that he'd carry on that way. Relief or no relief, I shoved my dick back into my pants and buttoned my fly as I headed for the door.

"Come on, man," he called after me, "just give me a little taste. I'm good, I'm telling you."

I walked back to the truck hurriedly and took a leak behind the truck. I was just getting going when I realized that there was a guy standing behind the truck next to me doing the same. It startled me, in the darkness, but then he spoke quietly.

"When you gotta go, you gotta go, huh," the guy said with a laugh in his voice.

"That's for sure," I agreed, sighing deeply as the stream brought relief.

"Take it easy, son," the guy went on, and I heard the zip of his fly as he redressed. Soon I heard his truck door slam, and it was quiet again. I finished my own business and went back to bed. I lay awake for some time thinking about the guy in the john, then finally fell back to sleep and stayed that way until the alarm went off.

I was just climbing down from the truck when I saw the guy who was parked next to me heading for the coffee shop. He heard me and stopped to wait for me to catch up.

"You mind some company at breakfast?" he asked with a pleasant smile. He was an older guy, probably about fifty, but looked to be in pretty good shape, despite the beer belly he carried around his middle.

"Sorry if I scared you last night," he said, "I figured you'd heard me."

"No problem," I answered, "but it sure is dark out there, isn't it."

"You surprised me, too," the guy continued. "I thought I saw you go inside. What's the matter, they have the crapper closed for cleaning or something?"

"No," I answered truthfully, "there was a drunken clown in there and he wouldn't quit pestering me."

"No accountin' for some guys," the guy said, , "I've been driving for twenty-odd years, and I've never been able to get over what some guys do to themselves in the name of fun. They drink too much, they use drugs. I tell you, it's crazy."

"There was the other thing too," I said as we ate breakfast. I told him about the earlier meeting with the guy and how he'd come on to me in the john.

"No tellin' about some guys on that score, either," he replied. "Truth is, some guys can't face the truth unless they've had a belly full of beer or they're high on somethin' else. You take my advice, young fellow. You stay away from those types." I agreed that seemed the best idea.

"I'm not saying you shouldn't get yourself some relief when you need it," he said with authority. "We all do sometimes. But there's plenty of the right sort around, so you stay away from the potheads and the drunks."

I really liked this guy, and if it hadn't been that we were both eager to get on the road, I had the feeling I could probably learn a lot just listening to him.

"Say, old Bill Snyder still own that company of yours, or did he retire and give it over to his boy?" he asked as we walked back to our trucks. I explained that Dave was in charge now.

"Well, he's a good lad as I recall," the older guy went on, "did his stint on the road I remember, so maybe he treats his guys better than some outfits." I agreed that he was a good fellow.

I made my first actual delivery that afternoon in Florida. The place was big and the receiving dock had been well designed so backing in wasn't as difficult as I'd feared it would be. The fresh-faced young kid on the dock did his job swiftly and efficiently, and I got over to the other dock, for outgoing shipping, about an hour ahead of schedule.

I parked the truck where I'd been instructed and walked inside to pick up the paperwork while they loaded the truck. I couldn't believe it. I came face-to-face with a guy who was almost an exact double of the guy in receiving. At first I thought it must be the same guy and said so.

"You must mean my brother," this well-scrubbed young blond said with a laugh, "that happens all the time when guys do a turnaround here. They meet him over there and then come here and think they're seeing double."

I wondered how many had never even noticed that the two young guys looked alike. Probably quite a few. It depends on what you notice.

"That explains why you're early too," the blond went on, "and there goes my hour of overtime." I couldn't help but laugh as I said I was sorry. He just smiled.

I sat down in the chair provided while he and another young guy loaded the truck. It was hard to keep from staring at him. His tousled blond hair and clear smooth face made him look very young, probably younger than he was. He wore a faded pair of levis which fit his well-built lower body in all the right ways, while the tee shirt he was wearing was so short that I could see the dark hair on his navel and heading south whenever he lifted a box to the top of the pile in the truck.

When the other guy got called away, I did what I could to help the attractive blond myself and we soon had the truck all loaded.

"I sure appreciate your help," he said with a nice smile. "I expect you're in a hurry to get on your way, huh?"

"Not too bad," I answered, "I'm done for tonight. I just need to find a place to stay and get some shut-eye before I head out early tomorrow."

"Tell you what," he said almost in a whisper, "my brother and I always stop for a beer down the road there. Stop with us and I'll buy you one."

"Sorry," I said, "Can't be drinking while I drive that rig. That sucker's too big."

He pondered for just a moment then came up with an alternate plan.

"Tell you what," he said, "there's a truck stop out on the highway. If you think you might wanna stay there we'll meet you at the bar across the road. You can't miss it."

There was such a strong hint of insistence in his pitch that I regarded him carefully as I thought about it.

"I'm sure both my brother and I would like to say 'thank you' for being so nice," he almost whispered, "and we both like good-looking truck drivers like you."

It was simple, direct and straightforward approach, and I couldn't think of a single reason not to pursue it.

"Okay, then, you've got a deal," I said. "I'll meet you at the bar in about an hour."

Actually I knew where the truck stop he was talking about was because I'd seen it on the way into town. According to what I'd heard it was clean, had good food, and very convenient for access onto the interstate. In other words, everything I needed, and the boys, if anything came of it, were an added incentive.

The truck stop was okay and I quickly got the truck filled with fuel and parked in a convenient place, down at the end of the long row of trucks. I locked up and walked across to the small road-house style bar across the street. I was half-way through my first beer when the two young blonds arrived. They each got a beer and ordered another one for me. The bar was full, so one of them suggested we take a booth next to the wall which seemed logical and practical. We could talk without being heard much better that way.

"My name's Andy," the one who'd invited me said, "and this is my brother Amos." I almost laughed aloud at the names. As fair and blond as these two were, it was just too funny that they should have been given those names. Obviously, somebody has a pretty nutty sense of humor in that family.

The resemblance between them was remarkable, though it turned out they weren't twins but a year apart. Andy was just twenty-one, while his brother was a year older.

They explained to me that they were both in college and just working at that company for the summer. What's more, it turned out that their father owned the company. I shared my own story briefly, acknowledging that my age bested theirs just slightly.

As they finished their second beer, Andy, clearly the spokesman for the pair, made his pitch.

"We don't have a place, but if you're interested, we could either go to your truck or maybe we could get a room at the truck stop." Before I could say a word, he went on.

"We'll pay for the room," he added and then his voice dropped. "You like three-ways, don'tcha?"

It seemed a silly question since there were three of us and I couldn't imagine trying to choose between them. I told the truth, admitting my very limited one-time experience, but saying I thought I was game if they were. In the end, we decided to opt for the truck, despite it being a little more uncomfortable. Actually, they both were much more excited about that prospect.

"I love getting into a sleeper, especially with a sexy looking guy like you," Andy said, and Amos nodded along. At that time, I think I'd only heard Amos say half a dozen words or so.

As casually as three guys can do anything, we ended up in the truck with the windshield cover in place. I figured I needed to know a little more about their respective games before we went much further and asked bluntly what they liked.

"We both like to suck," Andy said brightly, "and, you know, neck and stuff."

"I like to get fucked," Amos said bluntly. There was no doubt where he stood on the issue. "I like getting fucked a lot."

"Well," I said, figuring I owed my own answer, "I like sucking and fucking, but I don't think I'd like getting fucked."

And that explains, sort of, how I ended up with Andy fucking his thick seven inches of hot cock into my mouth while his brother, his own comparable meat jutting well out ahead of him, bounced up and down the length of my eight-inch pole with incredible speed.

"Oh wow," Andy said, "you really suck good."

"Oh God," Amos said repeatedly, usually at the moment his ass was crashing down against the base of my dick, "Oh God...oh yes...that's so good!"

Suddenly Andy changed directions so he could try to suck Amos' cock at the same time. That didn't work very well, so I suggested another position change and was soon plunging my dick into Amos' lava-hot asshole while he sucked his brother off, swallowing that seven-inch lance like he was born to take it.

Both guys were very well built and the presence of both of them in the sleeper with me was making me really hot. I fucked that kid's ass deep and hard, and all I heard from him were groans of pleasure. I watched as he swallowed his brother's cock to the hair time and again, marveling at his talent in taking both cocks at once.

Andy, for his part, never really stopped talking. Whether it was to comment on his brother's cocksucking skill or to marvel at how I was fucking his brother's ass, he kept up a running commentary.

"Oh yeah, Amos, take it like that again. Suck it deeper, man!" he'd call to his brother.

"Oh wow, you're really fuckin' that hot hole, aren't you," he'd cry to me, watching the shaft of my dick pistoning in and out of his brother's hot body. "Man, that's really hot watching you fuck him like that."

Finally I'd had enough.

"Get down there and suck your brother's dick," I said in a voice which sounded much tougher than I'd mean it to. He jumped quickly to do as I'd said, and soon Amos had one more thing to moan about. Andy tried to stop and speak again after several minutes, but I pushed his head back down and that's how it happened that just as I blasted my load deep in Amos' bowels he was shooting his own brand of liquid fire down Andy's throat.

Now everybody was groaning, especially Amos, for just as his own climax hit, Andy's cock let fly with his load too. I kept my cock deep in Amos, thrilling to the twitching grip of his well-stretched ring muscle as our 'lucky Pierre' was getting flooded from both ends and coming himself. In the end we all sort of collapsed on top of each other, as I sought out Andy's soft, full lips to kiss him and keep him quiet for a few moments longer.

It was a long time before normal breathing was restored, and in the end, it was Amos who had the last word on his brother.

"I've told you before, asshole," he said in an almost defiant voice, "if you'd talk less you'd be a hell of a lot better in bed." The laughter could probably have been heard from three trucks away. At that moment, I couldn't have cared less.

As they left, both made it a point that I should call them for a repeat if I came back to that area. I agreed it would be a good idea, though I doubted it would happen. In a rare display of conversation, Amos even went so far as to suggest a two-way with himself.

"At least it will be quieter," he said with a wicked grin. Andy bopped him on the arm as they walked away.

I went into the truck stop, had an uneventful shower and an uneventful dinner. I went for a leisurely stroll and finally, after watching a little television in the driver's lounge, I went to bed. The bed still smelled of the two randy young guys, and I couldn't help thinking of them even as I drifted off to sleep.

They were so different from one another, despite appearances, but they sure had provided this rather lonely truck driver with a fun, boisterous bout, and I never regretted meeting them. As I recorded the three-way in my diary that night, I chuckled to myself, and ever since, I recognize an 'Andy' type right off the bat and usually know just how to deal with him.

...to be continued in part 3.