Temporary Trucker

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TEMPORARY TRUCKER Part 3 18.

Next day, I was just outside of Tallahassee when I picked up a hitchhiker. This had been strongly discouraged during trucking school, but it was raining when I left the truck stop and I couldn't help but feel sorry for anybody who was out in that weather.

He was a nice looking guy named Jerry, and he turned out to be very interesting too. He told me he had left home when he was sixteen and gone to work with one of the carnival groups that troupe all around the Midwest each summer. He'd stayed with them for a couple of years and then last year, when the summer was over, he'd headed south and ended up working in a small amusement park on the west coast of Florida. He told me he was headed out to the west coast and was glad for the ride through the heavy rain storm.

He was calm and self-assured well beyond his eighteen years. He seemed to know he could handle anything that came his way and wasn't particularly concerned about his future.

For my part, he was pretty good company. He'd had more adventures in his life than I had and I encouraged him to talk about all the things he'd done. After about three hours of non-stop talking, he finally fell asleep, slumped down in the passenger seat. I took the opportunity to take a good look at him, really for the first time since I'd been concentrating on driving.

He wasn't very tall, and he had a wiry frame. He actually looked like an 18-year-old, except for the worldly look in his eyes, and his rather long, curly hair fit with the picture. He was wearing 501's which weren't particularly tight and wasn't showing much of a basket that I could see.

After he'd slept for an hour and a half or so, he started to squirm in his sleep as though he was dreaming or starting to wake up. I glanced over and was surprised at how his pants were now bulging out at the crotch. Whatever he was dreaming about was causing his cock to rise to attention and I was tempted as hell to grab a handful and see what he had. I was grinning to myself when he awoke with a jolt.

"Oh," he said in a rather startled voice as he opened his eyes and tried to focus on where he was.

"Have a nice nap?" I asked, trying to sound calm. He stretched himself, sticking his crotch out and readjusted himself unselfconsciously.

We drove on for another fifteen or twenty miles before he spoke again and when he did it really surprised me.

"God damn," he drawled, "riding in this truck gets you horny, don't it?" I couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't know if it's the truck or what you were dreaming about," I answered.

"That could be," he said quietly, "it really was a hot dream." We both laughed at that.

He went back to doing most of the talking until I mentioned that we'd be stopping for fuel and some lunch in a few minutes.

"Gee, man," he said with some agitation, "I wanna ask you somethin' but I'm not sure just how to do it."

"What's the matter?" I asked, "you short of cash?"

"Nope," he said, patting his pocket, "I think I've got plenty of that for now anyway. It's sort of more personal than that."

"Just ask it then," I said.

"Well, you see," he stammered. "Oh shit. I'm just gonna say it and if you kick my butt out it's my own fault." I'm sure I looked puzzled but I didn't say anything. I just waited rather anxiously.

"I mean, I've heard that some of you truck drivers like, you know, to mess around sometimes," he finally said very quietly.

"You mean do I...." I started but he interrupted me.

"I mean...how about letting me suck your dick?" he almost spit out the words.

The question was so direct that it caught me off guard and for a moment there was an awkward silence.

"Sure," I answered finally, "but you don't have to pay for your ride like that."

"I'm not tryin' to pay for the ride, man," he said with a grin, "I think you're a great lookin' stud and I've been wantin' to bury my face in your crotch ever since I climbed into this truck."

"Now you're talking," I said with a chuckle, but still jumped a little when he reached over to grab the bulge in my pants.

"Man, it sure looks like you're hung big," Jerry whispered, "and that's wild." He was groping me pretty good now and my cock was stiffening almost to painfulness.

"Tell you what," I said, "just wait a few minutes till we get to the truck stop and we'll climb in back and see what happens."

I was tempted as hell to reach over a grope him but decided I'd better concentrate on keeping the rig on the road. As we drove into the truck stop, which was one of the big ones with a huge parking lot, Jerry started to climb up into the sleeper.

"This way nobody will see me," he said secretively. "Go ahead and park then come on back here." I laughed to myself as his self-confidence.

"Where'd you learn about sucking dick?" I asked for lack of anything else to say.

"First time was before I left home," he answered, "but I learned a lot more traveling with the carnival gang. Man, some of those guys were really hot stuff, and always ready to get it on." He laughed. "I guess I was too."

I thought about how young he'd looked but decided if his stories were true he was at least past jail bait stage. I maneuvered the rig into the lot and found a place to park where we were at least thirty feet from any other truck. I didn't pull up even with the row of trucks figuring that no one would be able to see into the cab. I released the air brakes and set the parking brakes.

I glanced over my shoulder into the sleeper and was surprised that Jerry was still fully clothed.

"Shuck your shoes and pants, man," I said as I started doing the same. He pitched his shoes and pants on the passenger seat and was wearing just his shirt as I climbed back into the sleeper. I couldn't see how he was hung because of the way he had his shirt draped over his lap.

"Don't wear no shorts," he said flatly and I nodded. I was still wearing my jockeys though not for long.

"Come on, stud," Jerry said in a whisper, "let me see what you've got." He slid my shorts down and my stiff meat stood up to attention.

"Sonofabitch," he moaned, "what a big, fuckin' cock." I wasn't sure if it was a complaint or a comment but didn't need to worry.

"Oh yeah," he whispered as he started lapping at my cock, his tongue spreading burning spit up and down the shaft and all over the head. Suddenly he looked up into my eyes.

"You just lay back and relax, stud," he said with a wide grin. "I'm gonna make a major meal of this cock of yours. It's fuckin' beautiful, man."

I really wasn't prepared for his talent and skill. Within minutes he'd tongue-nuzzled both my balls and swallowed all eight inches of my now throbbing cock. This guy was really good.

"God damn," I cried when my dick slipped down into his throat and he took it all, "take it all, cocksucker. Suck that big cock like that."

"You bet I will," he stopped long enough to say, adding, "I'm gonna drain your nuts before I'm done, stud."

Suddenly it dawned on me that Jerry figured I was just trade, and that sure as hell didn't fit with my plans.

"Turn around here and give me a taste of your rod," I said, having trouble getting the words out because of the intense cocksucking action,

He stopped sucking and looked at me.

"You don't have to," he said with a grin, "I mean, I could get off just sucking this big baby of yours."

"Yeah, well, I want more than that," I said as I reached and found his long, thin cock. It was throbbing hard and as I pulled it toward me, Jerry neatly slid into a '69' position as his lean body stretched out next to mine.

As I said, his cock was long, probably about seven and half inches, not too thick, but beautifully shaped and neatly cut. After stroking it a few times, I hungrily gulped his cock into my mouth and started working on it.

"Oh wow," Jerry cried, "that's really wild, stud."

We'd been going at it hot and heavy for five minutes or so when Jerry stopped sucking my dick and, sticking his head between my legs, started licking and sucking all around my asshole. It was just about the wildest thing I'd ever felt.

"God damn," I called, "Oh yeah, do that some more."

"You bet," Jerry answered, swiftly moving around between my legs as he pushed me over on my stomach.

"Relax, stud," he whispered as he reached under me to grab my cock again, "I'm gonna have lunch here."

He then started a totally wild tongue attack on my very sensitive hole. Gaining intensity as he went along, he was soon tongue-fucking my hole and sending sparks of wild sensation all throughout my body.

"Do it like that," I cried helplessly as his tongue repeatedly invaded my body. "Oh yeah, eat it...stick your hot tongue in that hole." I was shaking all over as he kept up his attack until I thought I'd pass out from the wild sensations. Only when I pleaded for him to let me rest a minute did he let up.

"You've really got a sweet ass, stud," he said as he sat back on his heels, still stroking my throbbing cock. "I'd like to tongue your ass like that for hours."

"Shit, man," I countered, "You're too wild. That's driving me crazy."

"You like to get fucked?" he asked straight out.

"Uh, no," I answered, "I never have been."

"That's okay," he went on, "I'd rather have you fuck me anyway." Without another word he went back to tonguing my ass, all the while he kept stroking my cock.

"Oh God," I cried finally, "I gotta come, man. You've got me so fuckin' hot."

"Right on," he said shortly and as if I was lighter than air, he shifted me around so I was lying on my back again.

"God what a beautiful cock, man," he said as he started licking up and down the shaft feverishly. He sucked and licked the head for several minutes then quickly moved up to kneel across my chest.

I reached for his left nipple with one hand and grabbed his long, thin cock with the other. He moaned and groaned as I started to twist and pull gently on his nipple while I stroked his cock.

"Oh yeah, pull on that tit, stud," he sighed. "Beat my cock like that." He closed his eyes briefly as he enjoyed the feeling but he was really hot for more.

"Here goes," he said quietly as he raised himself up, "man, it's been a long time since I've had a long, thick cock like that in me, and I'm really hot for it."

Without another word and more quickly than I would have believed, he sat down, impaling himself on my throbbing eight inches.

"Oh shit, that's good, stud," he said then stopped as he reached bottom with my cock buried to its full depth up his steaming butt.

"God damn," was all I could say as I felt the heat and tightness of his burning insides. He stayed still for a minute getting used to having my dick up his ass.

Suddenly he started moving up and down at the same time the muscles in his ass started alternately squeezing and releasing my cock. It was wild and he had a hell of a talent for taking cock.

"Oh yeah," he moaned, "I love takin' a big cock like that. Oh yeah, fuck me!"

"Tight fuckin' ass," was all I could get out.

"Come on, stud," he said after several more minutes of that, "roll me over and really pound my hole. I need it bad!"

I'm not sure quite how we managed it but soon Jerry was on his back and I was fucking his searing asshole for all I was worth.

"Oh yeah," he moaned with almost every stroke. "Fuck that ass, man...use it good!"

The look on his face excited me almost more than I'd ever known, and I fucked now like a man possessed, wanting to make it as good for him as it felt to me.

His shouted words urged me to fuck harder and deeper and I pistoned my cock in and out of his ass, spurred on by the wild look on his face.

After just a few minutes of that intensity, I knew there was no way I could hold back and I pounded his ass furiously until I passed the brink.

"Oh yeah, shoot it to me," Jerry cried as he felt my cock spasm and the first blast of my load pumped deep into his bowels. "Oh shit, that feels good!"

I couldn't manage words as my body shook and every ounce of energy went into my exploding cock as it shot the biggest load of my life into Jerry's boiling insides. The spasms went on for minutes as the wild sensations coursed through me.

I caught sight of Jerry starting to beat his long dick and quickly grabbed his balls and started massaging them with my hands.

"Don't pull it out till I tell you," Jerry ordered, beating his cock harder and harder, "God damn it feels good having your big cock up my ass. It's really wild beating off with your dick in me."

I tried to resume the fucking action which made him groan loudly as his hand raced up and down the shaft of his long, thin cock.

"Now," Jerry said suddenly, "Come here and fuck my mouth with your big dick, stud. Come on!" I was surprised by the words but moved quickly to comply, straddling his chest as he gulped my soiled cock into his mouth.

"Mmm," he moaned as I started fucking my cock into his hot mouth, trying to match my strokes to how he was beating his meat. His other hand wrapped around my butt and pulled my cock deeper and deeper into his mouth until he was swallowing almost the full length.

Suddenly, Jerry let out a huge groan and I felt his body shudder just a moment before a rain of his burning cum hit repeatedly on my back.

"Uh-huh," he moaned even louder as his cock poured out its load. It wasn't until his cock was spent that he finally quit sucking my meat.

"Wow, stud," he finally said breathlessly, "that was fantastic, man. You've got a really hot dick there."

Some time later, after we'd dressed again and were walking to the restaurant at the truck stop, I was feeling guilty about not making him come and said so.

"Forget it, stud," he said, "there's nothing better for me than getting my butt fucked then beating off that way. It's really the greatest."

I just shook my head, not at all sure I understood anything about anything.

Jerry and I talked of many things during lunch, but we kept coming back to sex. He told me how he'd lost both of his parents in a car accident when he was sixteen and then how he'd lived with his sister and her husband for awhile.

"One day, my brother-in-law got a little drunk and made me suck his dick," he went on with his story. "That made it a little difficult for me to stay there, because after that, he decided he liked fuckin' my mouth more than my sister's pussy."

I started to say something sympathetic but he stopped me.

"It didn't bother me," he said, "I was wantin' to come out anyway, and it just gave me an excuse to get away from there quicker."

We'd been driving for a couple of hours when I finally got up the courage to say what I was really thinking.

"You know I'm really scared to try getting fucked. I figure it must hurt like hell."

"I guess it all depends on how you're built," he answered, "it never hurt me at all, not even the first time. To me, there's no better feeling than having a big, fat rod like yours plugging up my tail. I guess it just depends on the guy. I've heard some guys say they never could take a cock without pain, and it wasn't that they weren't willing to try it."

Jerry rode with me the rest of the day and we made good time. That night, we stopped at a truck stop and took a room. I figured we could use a good night of sleep and besides, I was hoping for more hot action.

We didn't wait until bedtime. As soon as we hit the room, we stripped off our clothes and Jerry treated me to another intense ass-eating like he'd done earlier. It was obviously what he enjoyed doing and it really got me flying. This time, things took a different turn.

"You wanna try getting fucked?" he asked me straight out after he'd had most of his tongue up my ass for a number of minutes. "You seemed to like having my tongue up your hole pretty good."

I stroked his long, thin cock which I'd just managed to deep-throat and knew I had to try it. Pleading for him to take it easy and go slow, it seemed the obvious thing to do.

Even as thin as his cock was, it hurt like hell as he started sliding it into me, but he was slow and patient.

"Relax, buddy. How's that?" Jerry asked quietly when he'd pushed about half his meat into my virgin hole.

"It hurts," I answered honestly, "but don't stop. I wanna try to take it all."

Jerry paused, waiting for me to relax which I tried to will myself to do.

"It's okay," I said,"go ahead a little bit."

He pushed another inch and a half of cock into me and stopped, waiting for my reaction.

"It's still okay," I said, "it doesn't seem to hurt as much now, but go slow."

He started gently fucking my ass then and as Jerry's cock first stroked my prostate, I cried out.

"Wow, what a wild feelin'," I said in a loud whisper, "what you did just then felt crazy." He chuckled slightly, but went on pumping out and back in again as his cock, now an inch away from being fully buried in my ass, massaged my innards.

When I finally had his whole rod up my tail, I felt a bit of satisfaction.

"You've got it, man," Jerry whispered, "how you doin'?"

I mumbled something about it not hurting too much and he started fucking me, gently and easily. As he began increasing both the speed and force or his fucking, I admitted to myself that it wasn't hurting as much as at the start.

I wouldn't say it felt good, but it was certainly tolerable. It didn't last very long, and he started pumping my ass full of his hot jizz within a couple of minutes or so. Feeling him get off gave me a strange sense of satisfaction if not of comfort or physical pleasure.

I wasn't sorry when his dick slipped out, but as he leaned forward and started sucking my almost-hard cock again, he pushed a long finger back up my ass while he applied his very skilled mouth to my dick. The internal massage felt damn good, and it was only a matter of a few minutes before I was sending a healthy load of hot cum down his throat.

"Suck it," I cried helplessly as my ass clenched around his probing finger. Coming with his finger stuffed my up tail seemed to make it wilder than ever. Jerry continued sucking my dick like a young calf going after his first meal, and didn't stop until he'd nursed every drop out of my balls he could get.

The two of us sort of collapsed on the bed and stayed there silently, each caught up in his own reverie for a long while.

I didn't say so, but I figured that I wasn't cut out to get off having a guy fuck my butt. It wasn't that it hurt so bad. It just didn't feel particularly good or very satisfying either.

"Sorry I came so quick," Jerry confided finally, "I hate it when a guy comes so quick fucking me, but you've really got a hot ass. Besides, I don't fuck guys very often and I couldn't hold off."

"You don't like to fuck?" I asked in disbelief. He seemed to enjoy sex so much I couldn't understand why that would be the case. He pondered my question for a minute before answering.

"I guess you could say that I'd usually rather get fucked myself," he finally said quietly. "That's just the way I am. I'm a passive guy most of the time."

"Why did you suggest it then?" I asked, surprised.

"Simple, I knew you were wanting to try it, so what the hell. It was okay!"

Somehow I'd wanted losing my virginity to be more than that. Jerry was a strange kid, though, as I found out for sure later that night.

We'd had dinner and were watching television in the driver's lounge when one of the toughest looking guys I'd ever seen walked through the lounge.

Probably near forty, he stood at least six foot four, was dark and lean, and his still-handsome face looked rough and weathered. He didn't look to have an ounce of fat on him, the way his dark shirt clung to his chest snugly. His tight jeans showed a huge bulge which extended down his left leg. He was one of those guys everyone notices and a lot of eyes followed him as he walked across the room.

He sort of nodded to Jerry and me, then headed into the men's room down the hall. We looked at each other and smiled. A minute later, Jerry spoke up.

"Don't take it wrong," Jerry whispered, "but I gotta check this guy out."

Not giving me a chance to answer, he walked into the john, and I was left feeling rather low. I told myself it was probably to be expected with a free-spirit like Jerry, but after he'd been gone what seemed like a long time, I thought I'd better check and see if he was okay.

I heard a rustle of noise as I walked in. Jerry and the guy were standing at the urinals. The dark haired guy took a step back and openly displayed what he had to offer.

The hairy dude's cock looked rock hard, and it was the biggest cock I've ever seen. It had to be close to nine inches long, and its thickness was awesome. Once he saw it was me, Jerry dropped to his knees and gulped the guy's cock deep into his mouth. Even he couldn't take it all, but he was sure giving it one hell of a try.

I was unsure what to do, so I turned and started slowly to the door.

"This boy yours?" the rough looking dude asked in a deep voice. It demanded an answer.

"He's not mine," I answered, "I was just giving him a ride." I didn't mean to sound defensive but I think I did.

"Whaddya say, boy?" he asked Jerry who still had a mouthful of his cock, "you wanna run with me for a while? I need somebody to take good care of my dick."

Jerry stopped sucking and looked up at the guy. I caught a gleam of excitement in his eyes as he glanced up at the guy, looked again at his cock, then quickly at me, and then looked back up silently into that powerful gaze. The tough man spoke again.

"I expect full service," he said deeply. "If you're gonna be my boy, you take care of my cock whenever I need it, you hear?" Jerry nodded that he understood.

"When you're my boy, I only stop for fuel and for fuckin'. You think you can handle this meat up your tail?" Jerry hesitated only a moment before he nodded again. The look on his face was of wild excitement.

"I'd like to be your boy, sir. Whatever you want me to do." He turned to me and smiled wanly.

"I'm sorry, Joe," he said. The look on his face made me smile. I knew that it was just the kind of adventure Jerry would have to go after. I couldn't be angry at him.

"See you," I said as calmly as I could and left the rest room shaking my head.

I wasn't angry, but my mind was really torn up. It wasn't that I'd had any deep thing with Jerry or anything. It was just that I suddenly felt very alone again.

Later on, I went to bed and tried to sleep in the bed where earlier I'd lost my cherry, but I couldn't. It seemed to me that it smelled of Jerry, and frankly, I was resenting the whole scene with him. I guess I felt especially pissed because I'd let him get his dick up my ass too, and somehow I didn't feel he'd been worthy of it. Later on I'd smile at that fairly ridiculous idea.

I gathered my gear and went back to the truck, making a rather angry entry in my diary. I tried sleeping in the truck sleeper, but that reminded me of Jerry too, so in the end I slept in the cab feeling angry and somewhat rejected. The strange new sensation of an ache in my asshole only added to my confusion.

By morning I'd come to my senses and admitted that Jerry had been a great experience in many ways, but there never had been any question that he was just looking for his next adventure. I was smiling as I climbed back into the truck after breakfast. Today was another day, and there was no need to think about it any more about what had happened. It was just one of life's experiences.

I kept to my schedule and headed west across the southern parts of Alabama and Mississippi, then north through Louisiana and into Texas heading toward Dallas. Despite being Spring, the weather was hot and sticky. It was a fairly quiet and dull part of the trip. The next night out I put in at a nothing little truck stop, and got a good rest.

Then I headed on to Big D where I figured to stay at a big truck stop Dave Snyder had told me about. He had just said it was a well-run place and that he recommended staying there if the timing worked out. It was well outside the city, but it sure looked like a major happening was going on when I pulled in. There was hardly a place to park my rig.

After I got the truck fueled and parked, the first order of business was getting a shower. It had been a long, hot drive and I really needed one. I brought my gear from the truck and headed inside. Another guy who'd evidently also just pulled in waved hello as we headed the same direction, then slowed down to walk in with me. I guessed he was about fifty, but he looked to be in good shape and seemed pleasant.

"Damn, this place is really busy," I said as we walked.

"Hell, this place is always jumping," he said in a deep southern twang. "There's guys who'll go miles out of their way just to come here, if you know what I mean."

"Why?" I asked in my naive way. "I mean, is the food good or what?"

The guy smiled broadly and clapped me on the shoulder in a friendly way.

"Son," he said, "the food's good, they've got a bar which you don't find in many truck stops, and the action's hot. Again, if you know what I mean."

I really didn't know what he meant, but I wasn't going to admit it.

"Hot action, huh? What've they got, a bunch of hookers working the place?"

"On a good night here, you can find any kind of action you want," the guy twanged. "If you want hookers, stick to the coffee shop, that's my advice."

I was getting curious, but I tried to play it cool. We both headed for the john when we walked in, then I rented a towel from the guy at the desk who indicated that the shower room was upstairs.

The shower room was the biggest I'd ever seen. There were about two dozen shower heads in a long room with short dividers between every other one. The place was deserted except for one heavy-set older guy who was just finishing as I stripped out of my clothes and headed in. I had a good, long hot shower and felt much better for it.

Just as I finished dressing, a guy walked in who was probably the sexiest looking guy I'd ever seen. He was dressed in tight, faded levis and his plaid shirt was mostly open. He nodded to me which caused his brown, curly hair to fall slightly down on his forehead. He was so good-looking to begin with that the gesture just made him look sexier. I had no reason to hang around, though I did comb my hair for a second time, but still I only caught a glimpse of his sexy frame and taut looking ass as he walked into the shower room.

I stowed my gear back in the truck then made for the coffee shop. That's when I figured out where everybody was. The place was packed wall to wall, but I finally got a seat at the counter, between two guys who were just finishing their meals. I ordered mine and looked around the place. It was an unremarkable looking place really. In fact, it looked like almost every coffee shop in a truck stop I've ever seen.

The guys on either side of me were a real contrast. The guy on my right, sitting at the end of the counter and whose shirt name tag said he was Eric, was young and blond, with a spiky haircut and big blue eyes. The unnamed guy on my left was older, tall and thin, with dark brown hair and the look of a wild man about him. Each sort of grunted a hello as I sat down, but once the blond finished shoveling food into his face he began to talk, directing his remarks to both of us.

"Lots of traffic, ain't there," he said in a good Texas twang, not really as a question, and we both nodded along.

"It's not so bad here as in Florida," I offered, and the dark-haired guy finally spoke up too.

"It's great here compared to up north," he said, sounding like Alabama, "I mean, I just got back from St. Louis and the traffic up there was about the worst I ever did see."

Once they got started, the two of them talked like a house afire, and I just listened, the differing accents pouring out like syrup. It was a typical conversation of people who don't know each other at all, until the wild man asked the blond something about music.

"You're from 'round here, ain'tcha. Any place hereabouts where a guy can find some good music?" The blond quickly looked at me and then back the other man.

"You want music, buddy, you've come to the right place. They're having a social in the driver's lounge upstairs tonight. There'll be music aplenty there."

Pretty soon the two of them got up to leave, with hearty "See you later" and "Hang in there" type of comments.

The guy behind the counter started clearing up their plates and things and sort of mumbled something under his breath. I thought he was talking to me and asked.

"Oh, I'm just thinking out loud," another Texas voice twanged. "That kid works at that big ol' mill down the road and the only truck he knows is a pick-up."

I smiled at hearing the truth told, but the guy went on.

"But from what I hear, he does know about music," he went on. I guess I looked puzzled enough to generate some sympathy.

"You know what I'm talkin' about here?" he asked, looking me straight in the eye? I shook my head, puzzled.

"You're new, huh?" the counter man went on, lowering his voice to a confidential whisper as I looked at him with interest.

"When these guys talk about 'music' they're talking about action...you know, guy's gettin' it on...together like." He said it like he was sharing the secret of life, but it did explain quite a bit. I limited my reaction to slightly raised brows so as not to discourage him from going on.

"Where's this all go on?" I asked. I figured I had a source and I wasn't going to waste it. The guy chuckled broadly.

"Well now, I wouldn't admit I know first-hand, you know," he said, still with a chuckle in his voice, "but from what I've heard, there's stuff goin' on all 'round this place once it gets dark."

I answered his grin with one of my own and thanked him for the information.

"By the way," he said, "there really is music in the lounge during the evening. You might find the floor show kind of interestin' too."

I couldn't believe it. A gay bar/truck stop right in the middle of the bible belt. Would wonders never cease?

I finished my dinner and a couple of cups of coffee and was paying my bill when the great-looking guy from the showers walked in. As he passed me, he slowed his pace and spoke in a low voice.

"We gotta quit meeting like this, I mean, when you're just leaving," he said, smiling to reveal beautiful, even white teeth.

He'd changed into a newer pair of levis and a knit shirt which fit his chest and arms like a glove. His arms were strongly muscled and his overall look was powerful. In fact, he was a dazzling hunk.

"Right," I countered, smiling back as I took my change. He'd stopped now and spoke again before he started to move on.

"If you're staying for the floor show, save me a turn," he said, this time adding a sexy wink. I nodded and smiled again, thinking I might have palpitations at any moment.

As I walked out I glanced at my watch. It was early by most people's standards, but if there's one thing I'd already learned it's that the best drivers get an early start and that means making an early evening of it too. I walked out to the truck, covered the windows with the special light-blocking sheet which had been provided, stripped off most of my clothes, and crawled up into the sleeper.

I made a quick entry in my diary, then did what I figured anyone planning for a later party might do. I set the alarm and crapped out for a nice nap.

I awoke just over an hour later feeling great. I hadn't gone into deep sleep and instead just felt rested and relaxed. I got dressed again and walked around the parking lot, just to get some exercise. There wasn't much to see except a lot of trucks until I came around the back of the coffee shop.

To tell the truth, I almost tripped over the foot of a guy who was on his knees, sucking like crazy on the dick of a very tall, hugely built older driver. It only took a moment to recognize the cocksucker as the counter man from the coffee shop.

It caught me totally by surprise and I stopped dead in my tracks. The driver never winced. He just kept fucking what looked like a pretty big cock into the counter man's mouth. I started to turn around and walk away when the big guy spoke.

"I don't care if you wanna watch," he said in a deep, dark voice, "and he sure don't mind, I wouldn't think." The counter man responded by shaking his head, which probably didn't hurt his cocksucking action either.

Actually, it didn't last much longer. It seems I'd gotten there just as the big guy were reaching his best moment anyway. As I stood and watched, he fucked the counter man's mouth harder and faster until finally he rammed his dick all the way in and gave out a great moan.

"Oh yeah, swallow that big ol' pecker, Donnie," he cried, "take it all, man!"

The counter man kept right with him, and stayed locked on the guy's dick for another minute or so, before nursing the guy's dick with his hand to empty the cylinder. When it was done, the big guy stuffed his meat back in his pants and patted the other man on the head.

"Thanks, Donnie," he said pleasantly, "you're still the best ever. I can't hang around tonight, but I sure needed to get my nuts off. I've still got 200 miles to go before midnight."

"Any time, big guy," Donnie answered, "I'll never get tired of taking care of that great dick of yours." The counter man headed back in through the kitchen door.

Suddenly I felt embarrassed. I mean watching a guy sucking another was bad enough but now I was eavesdropping on their conversation too. I turned and started to walk away, but the older guy caught up to me with his long strides.

"He's about the best there is at giving head," the guy said frankly, "and I can't even remember how many years he's been taking care of my rod like that." I was intrigued and looked over waiting for him to continue.

"I mean it," he went on, "it's gotta be ten, maybe twelve years that I've been stopping here, and he's always ready to go for it." He chuckled suddenly almost to himself.

"Damn, just think how much cum I've pumped down his throat."

"You don't want it back, do you?" I asked with a grin and he laughed aloud.

"Fuck no, but it's been a great deal for both of us. I liked shootin' it and he liked eatin' it."

"He's been working here a long time, then," I said, thinking of what that meant.

"Yeah, and though it's a secret, he's one of the owners," the guy offered, "he just likes working the counter that way, and it helps him keep track of everything."

That I could understand anyway. We split as we neared the end of the building, with him heading out to wherever his truck was parked as I ambled inside, heading for the driver's lounge.

I didn't have to wait for the sexy driver from the showers to show up this time. He was sitting at a small table close to the door as I walked in. He glanced up and as our eyes met, he gestured to the vacant chair next to him. I smiled and walked over.

"Join me," he said, again waving to the chair, "my name's Tony."

We shook hands and I completed the introduction.

"I figured I'd better get here early if I hoped to meet up with you," he said, his deep voice accented by some of the more pleasant southern strains. "Seems like I've been trailing you all afternoon, and that could get risky in this place."

"Why?" I asked, fairly innocent as I was.

"Well, as I see it, a good-looking guy like you is sure to get plenty of attention here," he said quietly, looking me straight in the eye, "and I figured I'd make my pitch early."

That's when I noticed his eyes. There were an almost iridescent blue, with a fringe of the longest eye lashes I'd ever seen. To repeat myself, this guy was a first-class hunk. In fact, as I sat down and ordered myself a beer from the passing waitress, I couldn't think of anything wrong with him at all. His face was handsome, and his body looked fantastic.

We talked about driving, about where we were from, about where we were headed, and on and on. I'd had my back to the bandstand over in the corner, but when some music started, he directed my gaze to the dance floor.

My heart about stopped. There were a ten or so couples, a few men and women couples, but the majority just men, dancing one of those western-style dance I'd only seen on television. They were all quite good, moving around the floor in graceful pairs, and I watched in fascination. After a couple of minutes, Tony touched my arm.

"How about it?" he asked, his eyebrows raised, "you up for some dancing?"

"No, sorry. I don't know how," I answered truthfully, "I can barely manage disco dancing or the waltz, to tell you the truth."

"Come on, handsome," he said, rising and giving my arm a small tug, "I'll show you how it's done."

Reluctantly, I let him pull me onto the dance floor.

Dancing with him was really a jolt to my senses. I mean, dancing had never been my skill anyway, and I'd never even imagined dancing with another man. I felt awkward and slightly embarrassed, although, when he put his strong arms around me in dance formation and pulled me close, there was no doubt it felt better than I could have believed.

After five minutes, dancing with him felt more right than dancing ever had before. He was a very good dancer and if we didn't quite match the expertise of the other couples on the floor, it was the most enjoyable time I'd ever had dancing. He led strongly and I found that I could even follow pretty well.

We stayed on the floor for a couple of numbers, and then he guided me back through the large crowd which had assembled to our quiet table in the corner. He ordered a couple of more beers and we sat drinking them as if in our own little world.

For me, it was an incredible revelation. Let's face it. Since I'd come out, I'd had a lot of sexual experiences, but this was the first social experience with other gay men. Seeing guys dancing together, and even getting out there and doing it myself, was quite a surprise. I couldn't help but reflect that it was almost like being on the dates I remembered with girls.

To my mind, being with Tony was just about perfect. He was not only great looking but he was a pleasure to be with. He had a wry sense of humor and had me laughing all the time. When he ordered the third beer, I grinned at him.

"You know, I think you're trying to get me drunk," I said with a laugh. "That could take a long time, you know." I really hadn't meant it to sound so accusing, but it did get the reaction I'd intended.

"Look, we've both got schedules, so let's talk straight, huh," he said. I nodded and waited for him to go on.

"I've been turned on since I saw you driving in," he said quietly, leaning forward. "I caught up with you in the shower room, then trailed you in the coffee shop. Even now, I don't know what you're all about."

I didn't understand and said so. He smiled beautifully, leaned even more forward and went on.

"Look, there's lots of kinds of guys who come here," he said, his voice turning rather serious, "and they each have their own plan." I was puzzled but he went on.

"There's some who only want to get their nuts off and hit the sack." I nodded, just to say I understood.

"Others like to spend the whole night in the shower room taking on as many guys as they can. I'm not being critical, but that's the way it is." He stopped briefly and I made a face. He smiled then went on even more quietly.

"I'm the kind of guy who likes to meet a guy, spend some time together and maybe end up in the sack doing what we both like best." His eyes met mine and I could see the questioning look in them. He went on quietly. "I hope you are too."

"Well, first of all, I don't really know what kind of guy I am," I said. He smiled knowingly but waited for me to continue.

"I'm really still pretty new to all this. I like guys, I know that. Beyond that, I don't really understand this kind of stuff that well." I tried to look helpless and I guess I succeeded.

"Okay. Let's just see what happens, huh?" he said gently. I agreed.

"Come on, let's dance again." He drew me back out onto the dance floor, and as he held me closely through the next slow dance, I could feel every muscle in my body reacting to him.

I looked up into his smiling blue eyes and automatically moved even closer, unconsciously pushing the growing bulge in my crotch against his leg. He smiled, then leaned around to whisper in my ear.

"You keep that up, hot stuff," he said with a grin, "and I'll rip those clothes off you right here."

"Sorry," I said with a smile, "it really wasn't on purpose."

"Don't apologize," he whispered again, as he turned me toward the center of the dance floor, "it gives me hope."

We stayed out there for a couple of more dances, and I grew more comfortable with his powerful, handsome presence and his very open manner. I was just as glad, however, when he suggested we sit down again. Frankly, the nearness of him was making me wildly horny.

We left the dance floor, gulped the last of our beer and Tony led the way out of the lounge and downstairs to the coffee shop, now nearly deserted. We ordered coffee and sat at a very quiet booth in the far corner.

"Tell me about yourself," he said, "I'd like to know you a lot better."

I told him what there was to tell, including my current plan about driving through the summer and returning to school. He listened attentively and nodded to let me know he understood.

"I envy you, in a way," he said, "I never had the chance to go to college, even if I'd had the brains for it." I started to disagree then stopped as he went on.

"My Dad died just before I finished high school. He left me his truck and that was how I became a truck driver."

"Oh. You mean you don't like it?" I asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yeah, sure, it's okay," he answered. "There's a lot that's good about it, but it does get to be a lonely kind of life, you know." He looked very serious for a moment then spoke quietly again.

"When did you find out you preferred guys?" he asked and I told him straight out about my first experience in the service. He smiled a sexy smile.

"I can see why," he said with a chuckle. "Bet you were a knockout in your uniform." I could feel myself blush, and it startled me. I mean, here was this gorgeous guy was telling me I was good looking. It really embarrassed me.

Reaching under the table, Tony took my hand in his and held it tightly. That simple gesture delighted me. I mean there we were, two grown men, holding hands like a couple of kids. It gave me a warm, happy feeling.

All of a sudden there was a big commotion as a half a dozen guys walked through the coffee shop heading for the far door and out to the truck parking lot. It sounded like a pretty drunken bunch. Tony dropped my hand as they came into sight.

"God damn," one guy was saying loudly as he clapped another fellow around the neck, "we really gave it to him, didn't we?"

"You bet we did, stud," the other answered, "that little homo never had it so good as getting it from both of us." They and the small group headed out the door and we watched as the men headed out to their trucks and probably to bed.

I glanced at Tony and saw him shake his head. I asked what he was thinking.

"Oh, nothing," he said quietly, "it's just that sometimes it seems so stupid. Guys like that are such silly shits. They've got no balls at all."

I asked what he meant and he explained.

"They come in here and find a guy who'll take on both of them for sex at one time. They think they're being so butch. Truth is, they wanna get it on together, but they won't admit it. By doing it that way, since there was another guy, they don't figure they've done anything gay themselves. They can go to bed now with their manly pride intact.

"Meanwhile, they're still not admitting the truth."

"That part of the shower room thing you were talking about before?" I asked, very curious.

"That's the worst part of it." He looked at me suddenly.

"How about it, hot stuff," he whispered again, "you wanna come up. I've got a sleeping room?"

"Be a shame to see it go to waste, wouldn't it," I said, followed by a smiling nod.

We paid our check and started up the stairs, but when we reached the top, he halted again.

"You ever seen this place in action?" he asked with a grin. I shook my head.

"Come on, this is sort of worth seeing, in a way," he went on. He led the way to the shower room, walked through the changing area and motioned for me to look inside.

What I saw, through the spray of steam and splash of water were about fifteen guys in pairs or threesomes, having every kind of sex I'd ever heard of. In just the few moments I watched, I saw guys move from one to another, sucking a cock here, jerking one off there.

Directly across from the doorway were two guys really going at it on the floor. It took me a moment before I recognized them as the young blond and the wild-looking guy from the coffee shop. They were '69-ing' like crazy, each swallowing the full length of the other's cock. I glanced further down the line and watched as one older driver was giving a second a really hot fuck, plunging his cock deep and hard into the other guy who was crying for more.

It was an incredible scene and I turned back to find Tony grinning at me.

"I can only offer you one guy," he said quietly. "Hope you're still interested." I turned back to him, smiled and nodded. He took my arm and we started to leave then he stopped again.

"You really turn me on, you know that," he said in an anxious whisper, then leaned over and kissed me hard on the mouth. In that place, I doubt anyone even noticed as I kissed him back.

In my experience, sleeping rooms in truck stops seldom are places of luxury or even much comfort. This was far better than most. Not only did it have a firm double bed and a comfortable chair, it even had it's own small bath and shower. It was like a nice, although small, motel room.

Tony shut the door behind us and when we turned to face each other again, we both probably had the same lusty, hungry look in our eyes. We each took a step forward and kind of melted into each other's arms. His hot, soft lips found mine and we kissed passionately. His steel-like arms wrapped around me painlessly and as I felt his strong powerful frame against mine I thought I might pass out from the excitement.

I felt myself start to tremble but found that by holding onto him even tighter the feeling passed and was replaced by the greatest excitement I'd ever known. Minutes passed before we moved from that single spot and I felt my temperature rising all the time.

"Oh God, how I wanted to do that," Tony whispered finally, "and you're just as sexy up close as you seemed from the start."

"You too," was about the most I could gasp.

He started to lead me toward the bed but I stopped him.

"Wait," I said anxiously, "I want to do something first." It took several minutes but I finally got his shirt over his head so he stood there almost as I'd first seen him in the shower room. He looked at me quizzically.

"You were unbelievably sexy to me from that first moment," I said to explain, "and I just had to see your great body again."

"Oh hell," he said with a genuine modesty, "don't put me on. You're the sexy one." He didn't resist though as I ran my hands all over his well built chest, back and arms. The muscles of his chest and arms rippled as I let my hands wander over him.

The next half hour probably constitutes the first genuine foreplay I'd ever known with a man. It was wildly exciting, but more than that, it was genuine, warm and even romantic. I was in a wonderfully sensuous daze from which I had no desire to escape.

I couldn't resist touching him, and when I grasped his right nipple and held it with just a little pressure, he winced slightly then almost whimpered in pleasure. Naturally I kept it up until it began to get to him.

"If that's the way you're gonna play, you're in big trouble," he said with a laugh, and soon we were wrestling around on the bed trying to get the other's pants undone. He succeeded first and pushed down both my shorts and my jeans at once.

"Wow, hot stuff," he gasped, "you really do come heavily equipped, don't you?"

I started to say something but was stopped by him planting his hot mouth against mine as the wrestling ended and the lovemaking resumed. I kept working on his levis and finally got them unbuttoned and started to push them down.

His lower torso was a match for his magnificent chest. His strongly built legs and sexy ass didn't attract all my attention though.

His cock was a beauty. It maybe wasn't quite as long as mine, but that sure as hell didn't bother me. Better than seven inches and a great looking tool, it excited me all to hell, especially as he was his. My hand stroked his meat as his did mine, but the main focus remained on the passionate kisses we were lavishing on each other all the time we cuddled and clung together.

It's easy to lose track of time when you're distracted and I had no idea of time that evening. I'll never forget that first moment when, keeping me pinned on my back, he slid down between my legs and took my cock in his hand firmly but not roughly.

"God this is beautiful," he murmured as he kissed up and down the shaft and nuzzled by balls, stopping to meet my gaze before he finished his thought," just like the rest of you." I almost shuddered with pleasure.

He clearly wasn't bothered by the size of my dick, for he took it in his mouth and easily slid it down and down into his throat. His hot, wet mouth laved every inch of my long, thick shaft and sent chills and wild sensations shooting throughout my body.

"Oh God, that feels great, Tony," I moaned helplessly, unable to reach his rod to reciprocate and missing the attention of his lips against mine. It felt wonderful, but I knew it had to be better with both of us involved.

It took me several minutes before I persuaded Tony to turn around and let me get to his dick. It was rock hard and now stood straight out from his body in a long, rather thick column. My lips touched and tasted him as I worked inch after inch of his big dick into my mouth. Sucking his dick was somehow different than any experience I'd had before.

I knew why. Sucking cock had been fun before, but never had I wanted to suck someone as much as I did him. I wanted to make him feel better than he ever had before...all of him...and to be better for him than any other guy had ever been.

We stayed in that '69' position, teasing and titillating each other for a long time, but always aware of not wanting to cross the final line yet. At one time, I guess Tony felt himself getting too close because he pulled away, turned around and kissed me with a fierce passion which I happily matched. It was many minutes before either of us spoke.

"God, I could just eat you up," Tony finally said in a gasping sort of whisper, "I mean, you're so exciting ." I couldn't find words to match his so I kept quiet.

Tony slid his arm down my back and I felt his strong hand against my ass. My old warning signal flared in my brain, but nothing in the world would have made me want to move away from him. Instead, I just cuddled even more closely against his shoulder. When a minute or so later he slid his fingers down the crack of my ass, I did jump.

"Wrong thing to do?" he asked in a whisper. "Just say the word."

"No, no problem. You just surprised me," I said. My mind raced but I knew the answer immediately. There was no way I would say no to him. If that's what he wanted, that's what it would be. After all, it hadn't been that bad with Jerry, and this guy was so much more exciting.

I guess I started right then to prepare myself, even as we went on kissing and cuddling, because when he got up and got a tube of lubricant fifteen minutes later or so, I felt relaxed and ready. I tried not to think about the fact that his dick was both longer and thicker than Jerry's had been. Instead I thought about how much I wanted to please and satisfy him.

He was wonderful. He came back to bed and put some lubricant on me, inserting first one and then a second finger up my ass. I winced just for a second, then relaxed again as his lips met mine in a sweet, lingering kiss.

When he moved between my legs and guided me over onto my back, I knew the moment was near and felt my body start to tense up again.

"Relax, Joe," he whispered, applying a thick coating of lubricant to his very stiff rod, "I'll be very careful."

"Please," was the only word that came out of my mouth.

He leaned forward and kissed me again with a quiet intensity and I put my arms around his neck and felt his strong, muscular back. I felt the head of his dick against my pucker and then, with just the slightest and gentlest push, the head was inside me.

"Oh," I gasped quietly. It wasn't pain, it was just surprise. And then we were kissing again, and we kept kissing the long minutes he took gently feeding his rock-hard cock into my tight hole.

"You're beautiful," he whispered as he moved his head back and our eyes met. "Okay?" he asked with a small smile.

"Uh-huh," I answered, and it was the truth. There had been just a moment or so of discomfort as he started pushing his meat into me, but it passed in the shadow of a kiss. Now, as he moved forward again, burying the rest of his better than seven inches of thick cock into me, his cock rubbed across my prostate, which sent sparks of pleasure all through me.

"Oh yes," I moaned, "oh yes, that felt good." I heard myself say the words and admitted it was true. He stroked again, and again came that wild and wonderful sensation. I groaned, and it was in pure pleasure.

I'd later reflect that this episode marked the difference between a man who knows how to fuck and one who doesn't. Jerry knew how to get fucked, but he'd never understood what a guy did that gave him pleasure. Tony knew just how to do it, and for the next fifteen minutes or so, he kept both of us wildly excited.

But right then all I knew was that I was feeling things I'd never felt before, both with my body and with my mind. I was keenly aware of the hugeness of his cock and of how deeply he kept it buried inside me, but it was a painless and delightful sensation.

"Yeah," I murmured involuntarily as I felt him push further in. He didn't fuck hard or especially fast, but he knew just how to was use his cock to find and stimulate every sensitive spot I had inside me.

He made me feel more wanted and hotter than anyone ever had before. He kept saying how good I was, just as he also let me know he was enjoying it himself.

"Oh Joe, that feels so good," he said between kisses, "that's so damn good...you're so good...so very good."

"Keep fucking me, Tony," I whispered back, hearing myself say that for the first time, "I love what you're doing."

Midway through, he took my dick in his hand and I realized in some surprise that it was quite hard. That surely can only happen in the absence of pain. In fact, my dick was throbbing in tune with every fuck stroke of this strong man's dick. We were fucking together, and it was fantastic.

"I'm getting close, babe," he suddenly whispered my loudly, "you ready for me to come."

"Whenever you want," I answered, "I want you in there when you do." He nodded and started fucking a little harder and a little faster, but without ever forgetting how it was feeling to me. His pistoning strokes were like a jackhammer, but each and every one gave as much pleasure to me as it did to him.

In the end, we became like raving maniacs, unable to speak sensibly or do other than fuck and writhe against each other as we both drove forward to the finish line. He was stroking my cock more rhythmically now too, but while I was aware of it, all I could really feel were the incredible sensations he was stirring inside me.

When he shouted that he was going to come, all I could think to do was kiss him and our lips crashed together almost at the same instant I felt his cock grow even larger and start to throb and spasm deep inside me. We both groaned in delight.

"Oh God," I shouted almost involuntarily, "I can feel it...it's wonderful...in me, in me!" He didn't say a word but I saw that his eyes had almost glazed over as he pumped his manjuice deep into my ass. The sensation at that moment is like nothing I'd ever known before. I figured it was a lot like heaven!

But he wasn't done with me yet. His climax had barely passed when he slid his dick part of the way out and bent down to suck on my cock again. I couldn't imagine how he did it, but the feeling of him sucking my cock while I still had most of his hard meat inside me just about drove me crazy.

I couldn't hold back...I didn't want to, anyway...and in a matter of moments, my balls sent forth what seemed like the biggest load of cum I'd ever shot. It felt like the wild sensations would never end, and nothing had ever been that intense. I shook and writhed against him as his mouth suctioned every drop I had to offer and only when I shuddered and fell back against the bed did he slow his sucking motion, not stopping until my dick started to soften in his mouth.

It look a long time before I could speak. It had been the hottest, wildest time I'd ever known, and there weren't words to express how I felt. Tony seemed content with that, and we kissed and cuddled together for a long time with his softening cock still deep inside me. Only when his dick start to slip out involuntarily did both of us speak.

"Oh no," I cried, speaking thoughts I'd never imagined I'd say, "don't take it out. I love having you in there."

"Sorry," he said at almost the same moment, "I can't help it, darlin'."

He gave me a quick kiss as he rose and walked to the bathroom. He closed the door and I lay there, my mind racing over what had happened. It seemed almost unbelievable that it had been so wonderful and so fulfilling. As Tony returned and sat down next to me on the bed, I shuddered again.

"You okay?" he asked, his hands on my shoulders and arms tenderly.

"Never better," I answered in total honesty, "and you?"

He stretched out on the bed and wrapped his arms around me, drawing me on my side to face him.

"How could you even ask?" he said with a grin, "with you, I'm great." Gee, that made me feel good.

After I'd used the bathroom and returned, I felt a sudden awkwardness I'd never faced before. What did I do now? I mean, did I leave and go out to sleep in my rig, or would he want me to stay and sleep with him. Unsure, I sat down on the edge of the bed. With his easy way, Tony dealt with the matter for me.

"Come on, sexy," he said softly as he moved further over on the bed, "climb in here and help me keep warm." I laughed at the thought, I mean, how hot could a guy get? But I did as I was told and we cuddled and necked for another half hour or so until I fell asleep, as soundly and peacefully as I think I ever had.

I'm sure that part of the reason I woke up so many times that night was because I was unused to sleeping with someone else. Besides, it felt so damn good to wake up and cuddle back up against Tony. Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke to find him right up against my back, his again-hard dick against my ass.

I thought about what had happened, and smiled to myself. I'd gotten fucked and I had enjoyed it totally. I squeezed my ass and felt a little tingle - not pain but an awareness of my ass I didn't usually feel.

Who would have believed it could feel that good to get fucked? I did, I was honest enough to admit. I dozed off again in a delighted mood.

When I woke up again I was alone, and it really startled me. I started to sit up then heard the toilet flush in the bathroom and sank back into the bed. I glanced at the clock radio which told me it was still very early, so I closed my eyes and waited until I heard the door open again. Then I couldn't resist taking a peek.

He still looked like an Adonis, and he had a broad smile on his face as he saw that my eyes were open.

"Hope I didn't wake you up," he whispered as he slid between the sheets.

"No, not really," I answered, "but I sure was surprised when you weren't here."

"Don't worry about that. I'm not leaving you until the last possible moment, and I'll hate going then," he said reassuringly. We cuddled against each other, neither wanting to fall back to sleep, but not totally awake either. In the end, sleep won out, and it was another hour before I woke again. This time, Tony was still sleeping soundly next to me, and I tried to be as quiet as I could as I left the bed and went to the bathroom.

He was still asleep when I returned, and though I knew it was mean to wake him, I couldn't help myself.

Ducking under the covers, I found what I was looking for and was soon enjoying an early morning meal of his delicious cock. It was still soft when I started sucking it, but it didn't take long before I felt it growing harder and longer.

"Oh, wow," I heard a low mumbling sound from outside the covers, "what a way to wake up." I didn't let that dissuade me, and his cock had reached full size by the time he finally threw back the covers.

"You're really somethin', hot stuff," he said as he swiftly pulled me back up and on top of him, "you mean you didn't get enough last night."

"No way," I answered between kisses, "I don't know whether I'd ever get enough of you." He looked at me very seriously for an instant but then grinned and the kissing went on. After many minutes of that, he pushed me over onto my side and very quickly moved down to suck on my cock. His talented mouth took only a few moments to bring me to full hard-on, and that's when he moved back up to face me.

"Make love to me, darlin'," he said, "I want you to fuck me."

"What? I asked in some surprise, "you don't have to do that if you..."

"Shh," Tony answered, "I want it more than you could ever know. Come on, give it to me." My cock throbbed involuntarily, eager to please him.

"You've got quite a rod there to work with," he said with a smile. "This is really goin' to be something."

He recovered the tube of lubricant from the night table, and pushed some up his ass while he leaned forward to suck on my cock again briefly. Then he spread some on my stiff cock before he wiped his hand on a towel.

"Tell you what," he said as he moved, "let's try it this way. You've got a hell of a cock there." He sat astride my chest then moved up and back to position himself over my crotch. He took my cock in his hand and, with my help, guided it to his opening.

"A little at a time," he murmured, "Your cock's so big."

I lay perfectly still as he started moving up and down on the head of my dick. He took it slowly and somewhat cautiously, but when he groaned sounding like pain I couldn't help but speak.

"Be careful, Tony," I whispered, touching his legs with my hands, "don't hurt yourself."

"But I want it in me, God dammit," he said, sounding a little frustrated. I had an idea.

"Lie down," I said finally, urging him up and off my dick.

"But I want it," he moaned, moving reluctantly. I moved him onto his side with his back toward me and again positioned my dick.

"You wanna try this way?" I asked quietly,

"Yeah, go ahead," he answered, pushing back slightly.

That caused the first inch or so of my cock to enter him. I felt the incredible warmth of his body surrounding my cockhead.

"Go ahead but slow, Joe," he murmured. I pushed forward a little, and a couple of more inches of my dick pushed into his hot, tight ass. I waited until I felt his body relax and then moved forward again. Now half of it was in him.

"Oh God yes, that's fantastic," he moaned as my thick cock passed his muscle and stretched his opening. He reached back and grabbed my ass with his hands.

"Take it easy," I murmured, kissing his ear which happened to be nearby. "You okay? Am I hurting you?"

"No, no," he moaned, "it's fine. Go ahead."

I slid out an inch or so of my cock and then moved forward again, urging more of my stiff meat into him. Suddenly he groaned more loudly as my cock touched someplace deep inside.

"Oh yeah," he cried, "that feels great. Go ahead. I want all of you in me."

I took my time, but after a short while, my cock was in him fully and my balls touched his ass. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly until he relaxed completely again."

"Oh yes. God how I want it," he moaned. "I can't believe how great that feels."

My cock was ready to explode just from the heat of his ass, but I remembered how great he'd made it for me the night before and had no intention of rushing forward until he was getting pleasure too. I tried a very slow fucking rhythm. When he moaned softly and started pulling on my ass with his hands to pull more of my dick into him, I knew we were getting somewhere.

"It feels great now, darlin'!" he said suddenly, "Go ahead, fuck me harder!" I didn't, not until I was sure he was comfortable with my dick in him. Then I knew that this position wasn't the one for the two of us and said so.

"I want to kiss you. I want to do this the right way," I whispered. He understood in a flash and with great care I slid my dick from the hot hole in his rear end. He groaned when it was out, but quickly lay on his back and pulled his legs up to his chest. I moved my cock into position again.

"Go ahead," Tony said, pushing back as I pushed forward and half of my cock slid back up his ass. He gasped but didn't ask me to stop. I slowly pulled out a little then pushed back in and after two or three more times, the full length was again deep inside him.

"Oh yes, that's right," he moaned as my balls slapped against his ass again. He held my arms tightly, and his eyes held my gaze the whole time. It was almost too much for me, looking into those incredible eyes and down his great body while his burning asshole held tightly to my dick. I leaned forward so we could kiss, then gently began stroking in and out of him.

His body reacted like a coil, pushing back with his ass while his arms clung to mine. He almost shook as I stroked more deeply and faster, and I knew he was enjoying it just as I'd done only hours before.

I quickened the speed of fucking even more, knowing I was putting myself in jeopardy of coming too quickly. I had to do it. I had to see how totally excited I could make him and it had been clear from the beginning that this was the way he wanted it to be. He groaned and moaned repeatedly.

"Oh yes, that's fantastic," his voice raising a notch or two in pitch. I kept fucking, and as I leaned forward to kiss him again, I saw that his dick was fully erect. I stroked it as we kissed, trying to match the rhythm with our fucking action.

"Fuck me, darlin'," he moaned loudly, "Oh yes...just like that. Kiss me again, please." I happily obliged, knowing full well that his words and the rising knot in my balls were about to drive me over the edge.

"I'm getting very close," I whispered and quickened the pace of my fucking even more, as he groaned his approval.

"Oh yes, Joe, give it to me," he groaned, "Let me feel you blastin' off in me!"

I was still beating his cock in rhythm with the fuck action and he was moving his ass back against my cock hard and fast.

"Oh, God yes, I'm gonna...here it comes!" I cried out as I pistoned his ass repeatedly, accompanied by his loud, sensual moans. With a final thrust, I drove my cock into him to its fullest and exploded, my body trembling against him as I rode the wave of passion all the way.

"Oh yes, I can feel it!" he shouted as I emptied my nuts into him, "Oh God! That's so wonderful!" his voice trailed off, then the volume rose again.

"I'm gonna come too, Joe...oh yeah, I'm gonna shoot too!" He was almost shouting now.

I tried to do what he'd done the night before, bending down to suck his cock. I couldn't quite do it, but I did manage to get the head near my lips and was there in time to receive his hot, creamy flow as it pumped from the slit in his dick. I caught the second blast deep in my mouth and I swallowed quickly to be able to keep up with the steady flow he was pumping. I savored every drop of his hot, manly juice and licked up the final drops from the head and held them in my mouth, not wanting to lose the taste or smell of him.

We sort of collapsed back on the bed and kissed again, tongues exploring deeply, until calm was restored and we could open our eyes again. My dick was still deep in his ass, and he was gripping it tightly to keep it there.

When I opened my eyes and looked into his, I felt an emotion I'd never known before. We cuddled close and kissed and held each other for a very long time, until words had to be said.

"I've never met anyone who excites me like you do," he said quietly, his iridescent eyes shining, "and I mean that every way I can think of." I agreed to the extent I could find words equal to the task which wasn't easy.

We finally separated, which neither of us wanted, when Mother Nature prevailed, and we went through the motions of showering and getting dressed. As I pulled on my clothes, it seemed like seeing a dream coming to an end. I didn't want to face it, but I knew that it would end, just like most dreams do, in the early light of day.

The same coffee shop booth in which we'd sat holding hands the night before was available that morning, and we headed to it like homing pigeons. I was surprised when the counter man walked over to pour our coffee.

"Well, Tony," he said, "it's sure been a long time since we've seen you here. What's the matter, don't you like us any more?"

"Never that, Don. It's just that I've been pretty busy on the other side of Fort Worth and haven't had many runs out this way lately."

Don had taken the time Tony was speaking to look me up and down rather obviously.

"Looks like the trip was worthwhile, huh?" he said with a glint in his eye.

"You mind what you say," Tony replied, sounding gruff, then grinned. "You're damned right there, buddy." The counter man winked at me so I smiled back.

"What kind of driving do you do?" I asked and he explained that he mostly drove just statewide. He explained that he was based in Dallas-Forth Worth, so he got to spend many nights at home.

"I decided to put in here last night because I need to head down to Galveston this morning." He kind of chuckled.

"You probably figured out that I don't care much for the shower room scene, and that's why I went in to shower as soon as I got there. I didn't have a room then. I was gonna just sleep in the truck, but when I saw you again in the coffee shop, I decided to take a room and hope that you'd be into a one-to-one scene."

"I'm mighty glad you did," I said, "I really am."

"To tell the truth, that's why I was waiting for you in the lounge. I hoped you weren't just looking for a quickie.

"I don't know whether or not I'd have gotten into the shower room scene if you hadn't been here," I said and meant it, "but I'm sure glad you were."

"Me too," he grinned, just as the waitress served breakfast. While we ate, we talked about my trip and where I was headed that day.

"Be careful through Oklahoma," he warned, "they've got a lot of police stake-outs, particularly before the weigh stations, and they love to fine drivers." I made a note to be especially careful.

Don, the counter man, stopped back at the table before we left.

"Say, you a new driver with Snyder?" he asked. I nodded.

"Well, if you see Dave, tell him I said hello, you here? He's one fine guy, he is."

I told him I would and he moved back to the counter. I commented to Tony that I was surprised that the counter man knew Dave by name.

"Trust me, Donnie knows just about every trucker who ever came through these doors," Tony said with a chuckle, "and probably what he likes to do, and how long a dick he's got."

"That's scary," I said with a laugh.

"You've got nothing to worry about," he whispered, "I won't tell and even if I did, it would just mean you'd have guys lined up at the door anytime you came in."

"Oh shit," I answered, grinning at him as my face flushed.

We went back up to the sleeping room to pick up our gear. That was the excuse anyway. It was actually just an excuse to kiss some more and say the little things that needed to be said. Then we finally faced the inevitable, and headed out of the truck stop and into the real world. As we got partway across the yard, Tony stopped me.

"Look, I know you said you're new to this game, though you sure don't perform like a novice," he said in a low voice, "and maybe you're not ready to think about it yet, but you're a very special young man. I mean, if you lived near me, I'd do everything I could to spend just as much time with you as I could. I mean it."

I was embarrassed and not really sure what all that meant, but it flattered me and made me blush.

"All I can say," I answered, "is that you're the most fantastic guy I've ever met. I've never been so turned on or so satisfied."

It must have been the right thing to say because it certainly got a response. I saw his eyes start to get slightly wet and I thought I'd said something wrong. He reassured me and we set off again in our separate ways after we'd promised to call or write to stay in touch.

My heart was kind of heavy as I shifted the truck into gear and headed out. It had been an incredible fourteen hours and as I drove along, my mind tried to savor every moment over again. Even second hand, it ranked right up there. I plotted in my head what the entry in my diary would be for last night, then found I was stumbling over words such as 'love' and 'caring' in ways I'd never even thought of using them before.

I headed north from Dallas through Oklahoma and up to Kansas City. The rolling hills returned and the drive was fantastically beautiful. Or perhaps it was because even by the end of that next day I was still riding a high of my evening with Tony.

My asshole told me it had been visited, but it didn't hurt. It was just a sensation that reminded me of that part of the evening, and started a little ache in my heart that I was going to spend that evening without him. It was strange to miss someone you've only known for one night, but I did. There was no other way to say it.

I was still on schedule as I pulled out of KC the next morning. I'd made my delivery, spent a quiet evening being a very good boy and sacking out early in the sleeper. I noted in my diary the strange, different feelings I'd had all day in the aftermath of Tony, and if they would always appear cryptic and strange, I guess they reflected just how my mind was racing at that time.

My pick-up was ready on time and we were off again, through the rolling hills of Missouri and southern Illinois. Beautiful country this, but as you come north it flattens out again and you can drive for miles with an unimpeded view of the horizon across the acres and acres of farmland.

But my mind was on home, and I pushed on. In those last hundred miles or so, I came back again to what I'd experienced since I left on this run. The crazy drunk trucker in Georgia and the wise old man who warned me about his type, and the fairly silly scene with Amos and Andy.

I remembered Jerry who'd always be a certain type to me, ready and eager for any new adventure, and not particularly sensitive to the feelings of a novice like me. And of course, I thought and thought about Tony. I couldn't say I ever stopped thinking about him, even if my mind was momentarily recalling one of the others.

My homecoming was almost as big a deal for Mom and Dad as when I'd been mustered out of the service. Every favorite thing to eat and mountains of each made the dinner table groan under the weight, and I frankly pigged out like never before.

As I climbed into my own bed that night, any number of muscles reminded me of some of the uncomfortable nights of sleep I'd had, and I drifted off to sleep suddenly aware of the quiet and peace of our small neighborhood. There were no truck rumblings nor the smell of fuel or oil. My last thought was that while life on the road has its own excitement, you sure leave all traces of fine living way behind.

Next morning when I checked in at the office, even though I wasn't scheduled to drive that day, I passed along the message that "Don from the Big D truck stop said hello to Dave Snyder." Dave looked pleased and surprised.

"Thanks for the message," Dave said.

"Oh sure. He was very eager for me to let you know. He said you were a great guy. Guess he's got good taste, huh?" I hoped it didn't sound solicitous.

"Yeah, sure," he said with a laugh in his voice, "That guy's an institution, he is. Wonder how old he's getting to be now?"

"I don't know," I answered, grinning, "he still seemed to be pretty active to me."

Dave gave me a look of surprise, but I kept my face blank.

"That reminds me," Dave said, "you got a call late yesterday from a Tony 'somebody or other.' He was asking when you'd be back, and I think Jean told him. Any problem with that?"

"No, of course not," I answered. I could feel my face flush as I told a plausible story about him being an old buddy from the service.

"Okay," Dave said, "I've told her not to give out that kind of information, but she tries to be helpful, in her own way."

There's no rest for the wicked, they say, and Dave's news that morning was another longish trip for me, heading out two days later up north to Minnesota then back south through Iowa and home again. It seemed an easy trip and I got it all planned that morning and had the rest of the day off.

Once home, I tried to call Tony at the number he'd given me, and got his answering machine. Just hearing his voice gave me goose-bumps, but I left a message saying hello and giving him my phone number, indicating that I'd be home that evening and the next day.

I felt kind of at loose ends that afternoon. Mom had done my laundry already, so I repacked my bag and added some new razor blades to my dopp kit. Everything else seemed to be in order.

Tony called just after dinner. We talked of many things and yet nothing at all. It was just so great to hear his voice, but I sure wasn't ready for what happened. I sat there talking on the phone and almost instantly had a raging hard-on. That had never happened before...it was just something about his voice.

He understood that I couldn't get specific, but I told him generally about the return trip and explained that I was leaving later in the week for California. He said something about wishing he was going along and I readily agreed that was a great idea. In the end, he sure said what I wanted to hear.

"I'd sure like to see you again, hot stuff," his voice filled with sensuousness. "You've got me all hot and bothered just talking to you."

"Me too," I confessed. "Just imagine if we were together."

"That's why I've got this problem," he said with a chuckle. When we finally hung up, I went up to my room and stretched out on the bed.

It wasn't that I felt horny, exactly, and despite my throbbing cock, I really didn't feel the need to take matters in hand. No, what I was feeling was a lot more complicated than that. I felt lonely and frustrated, yet at the same time I felt good just thinking about Tony and the experiences we'd shared.

The trip to Minnesota was a relatively easy one, once I got out of the Chicago/Milwaukee area and hit the open road. It was pretty country that I'd never seen before and got to St. Paul where I had a lay-over by late afternoon.

Once I'd gassed up and parked the tuck, I wandered into the coffee shop and sat down at the counter. I ordered my dinner then looked around. There was a guy who really caught my attention, and fortunately he sat talking to another guy at a table which was right in my line of vision.

He was a rugged looking guy, tall and lean. He reminded me a lot of the Marlboro man in the ads, probably in his early 30's, with dark hair and deep brown eyes that seemed to sparkle as he talked. He only needed a cowboy hat to complete the picture.

He sported a wedding ring on his left hand, and he punctuated his conversation with references to his wife. He pulled out a raft of pictures of kids which he showed with obvious pride. I couldn't help but notice the huge bulge at the crotch of his dark chino pants when he stood up to leave, but I shook my head and told myself to forget about any possibility with him. This guy seemed straight-arrow all the way.

I finished my meal and went for a walk, just to limber up my legs which were stiff from riding in the truck all day. It was just getting dark as I walked back down the long row of trucks parked at the far edge of the lot. I noticed quite a few guys getting ready to bed down for the night, crawling into their sleepers or already there reading by small side lights.

I was feeling pretty alone just then, and couldn't help thinking again about Tony. Remembering the great time we'd had together, I suddenly realized that I missed him, and kept thinking of things I should have said to him when we talked on the phone. It felt somewhat eerie; that was the only way I could think of to describe it. I tried to shake the feelings, deciding I'd grab a hot shower and then hit the sack. I knew I had another long day ahead of me and wanted to be up and ready to go early, so I gathered some clothes and my gear from the truck and headed in to the shower room.

Most truck stop shower rooms are pretty cramped; this one had been built for a crowd. A big changing room with small lockers was divided from the area where you dry off, which in turn was separate from the shower room itself. There were about a dozen shower stalls with tall dividers between them. The place looked immaculately clean.

I stowed my gear in a locker and left my towel in the drying room. As I walked into the shower room only one shower appeared to be in use and it was down at the end. I casually sauntered down that way, hoping to catch sight of some good-looking guy and maybe find some action. When I saw that there was vacant stall across from the one in use I figured I could go to that one without looking too obvious.

There wasn't one guy in the stall - there were two. My mouth flew open as I saw the tall, rugged stud from the coffee shop standing sideways there, his eyes tightly closed, while another guy was fucking his ass for all he was worth.

"Ah," the sound came from my mouth involuntarily, and suddenly both guys jumped.

"Didn't hear you coming," the big guy said in a whisper, "sorry about that."

The other guy didn't say a word, but he didn't quit plunging his rod into the big guy either.

"No problem," I answered trying to be cool. I walked into the stall across from them and watched blatantly. I'm sure my eyes were as big as saucers, but I just couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"Oh yeah," the big guy whispered fiercely over his shoulder, "fuck that hole. I really need it, man!"

"You sure do," the other guy answered, "you've still got the best fuckin' ass around, buddy."

My pride and joy was standing at attention in no time, and I couldn't help stroking it as I watched the unbelievable scene of this big, strong stud getting fucked.

Suddenly the two of them turned so I could see the big guy's dick. He was hung heavy and even though it was still somewhat soft it was well over seven inches.

"Let me have a taste of that big rod of yours," the big guy whispered, motioning me closer. I didn't move until he spoke again.

"Come on, man," he said, "let me suck your dick."

I stepped forward and he grabbed my dick, pulling me close.

"Wow, that's a beauty," he kind of mumbled before he gulped my dick into his mouth. In a moment he wrapped his hands around my butt and pulled all eight inches down his throat without so much as a gurgle.

I glanced at the other guy who I really hadn't noticed before. He was sort of an average-looking guy in most ways, a few years older than me and not bad looking. What surely wasn't average was the way he was pounding his thick cock into the big guy's ass. I could actually see the shaft plunging in and out, which I found wildly exciting.

The handsome stud was doing a first-class job sucking my dick. His tongue, lips and throat all were working together to do the most incredible things to my dick and each time he deep-throated my cock he made a little grunting sound.

"Mmm, huh," was about what it sounded like, but there was no doubt that it meant both the other guy and I had hit bottom at the same time. I closed my eyes at the wild feelings he was providing and knew that with that intense sucking there was no way I could hold out for long.

"Here we go, buddy," the other guy said finally, pistoning his cock to the hair with every stroke now, faster and faster, it seemed. The big guy stopped sucking my cock though he continued to hold it tightly in his hand.

"Oh yeah," he moaned, "pound it to me, man. Let me feel that rocket of yours unloading up there. Shoot it to me, man. Shoot it all!"

"Take it, hot ass," the other guy called now, his voice rising, "I'm gonna fill your hot hole with all my stuff. You're gonna get it all."

I came to my senses suddenly and quickly kneeled to suck on the big guy's thick, fleshy dick. It got hard right away, but though it was thick and pretty long I found I could suck it all the way down fairly easily. Experience, I told myself.

Now, I could feel rather than the see the intensity of the guy's fucking. Each drive pushed the big guy forward and his cock a little deeper into my throat. Both of them were soon moaning very loudly.

"Oh yeah, sweetface," the Marlboro man said, touching the back of my head gently as his dick slid down into my throat, "take it like that. You're damn good."

The pounding fuck went on and on until the guy rammed his cock all the way in and held it there, signaling his special moment. As if through the big guy, I could feel the other guy's body shuddering as he unloaded his nuts as deep in the guy's ass as he could.

"Oh yeah," the big guy cried softly, "Oh yeah...that's so fuckin' good!"

The fucker pulled his cock from the big guy's ass and they both stood up.

"Never better, Ernie," the big guy said. The other guy responded in kind. He gave the big guy a quick kiss on the cheek, then headed off into another shower stall to shower off. A few minutes later he called "Good-bye" and was gone.

Meanwhile, I wasn't quite sure what to do. I was still hanging off the head of this great-looking stud's big cock, but once the other guy had come, the big guy seemed a lot less inclined to the action. He didn't push me away or anything. It was just a sense I got. Finally the big guy spoke quietly.

"I've never been much for just getting sucked like this, little hunk," he said, "but how about we shower up and go out to the truck. I wouldn't mind trading some action with you in private."

"Oh, okay," I answered, somewhat surprised, climbing back to my feet and returning to my own shower. Once finished and dried off, I got dressed in my fresh clothes. Suddenly I felt much better and not so tired after all.

He was dressed and ready just about then too so we turned in our towels and headed out. The silly young queen was still behind the counter and cooed at both of us suggestively. It kind of ticked me off again.

"Cup of coffee?" he asked and I nodded. We introduced ourselves and he told me his name was Wade. We found a booth in the coffee shop and ordered coffee, then I waited for him to speak.

"Don't pay attention to that little piece of fluff," he said, "I'm not even sure he'd do anything if you whipped it out and waved it at him."

"I can't explain it," I answered, "but that kind of guy just gets on my nerves."

"They do to most people," he answered, "that's what gives gays a bad name." There was a slightly strained silence. I mean it hadn't been a usual sort of meeting.

"I probably oughta explain about that scene upstairs," Wade, the Marlboro man, went on. "Ernie and me have been meeting here every couple of weeks for a long time now. He likes fuckin' me and I like takin' his dick. Usually, he sucks me off afterward, but he probably figured you were gonna do it."

I smiled and nodded, hoping to encourage him to talk on.

"You gotta understand about Ernie," he went on. "He and I go way back." A thoughtful look crossed his ruggedly handsome face, and he paused for a moment before going on.

"We drove together as lovers for three or four years, but then I screwed it up by wanting to get married and have kids."

"Oh," I said almost involuntarily, and he nodded.

"Well I did, and I'm not really sorry 'cause the kids are great. Ernie took it pretty well, and went off and found himself another guy and from what little he says, I guess they're having a pretty good ol' time. But for me, well, I didn't realize just what I was giving up."

"I don't understand." He smiled and tolerant smile.

"You're young," he went on, "just like I was. But hopefully you're not as stupid and selfish as I was." He dropped the level of his voice suddenly.

"You figure you're gay?" His gaze was penetrating.

"Yeah, I guess so." I answered quietly, the question catching me off guard. "Why?"

"Well, if you are, don't get messed up thinking you have to be straight to make anybody else happy. Don't think just getting married and having kids will make you forget about guys, either."

In the end, he told me the fairly long but interesting story of how he'd agreed to get married to please his family who wanted grandchildren. In the process he'd lost the guy who'd been closest to him and made him as happy as he had ever been. The end to his story was rather poignant.

"So nowadays, it's just once in awhile with Ernie, or a quickie with some other guy. I don't get involved because of the wife and kids, and that leaves me alone most times."

It was an interesting comment on the so-called free spirit life of a truck driver. Here was this great-looking guy carrying around more unhappiness than most people ever know. When he asked me again about going out to the truck with him, I hesitated for a moment.

"Can I ask you a question?" I said finally, my mind having raced all the time he was talking. When he nodded, I hesitated just a moment to get my thoughts straight.

"You talked before about you guys having been lovers. How do you know when you want to get involved like that with someone?" He grinned broadly and reached across the table to clap me on the shoulder.

"Now in my experience, whenever a guy asks me a question like that it means he's probably met somebody and is thinking whether or not he's the right guy. Am I right?"

I nodded, and with just a little prompting, told him most of my story, ending with the part about meeting Tony. I didn't go into details, and I could tell they weren't needed.

"From what you've told me," he started, "I think it's probably a little too soon for you to be settling down. I'm not saying he's not the right guy for you. I don't know that one way or the other. But it seems to me you need a little more experience under your belt before you're ready to make a commitment and stick to it. And if you don't stick it out, it isn't worth anything anyway. You understand?"

I thought I did and said so.

"Meanwhile, you keep in touch with that guy, 'cause it's clear he made a hell of an impression on you." He didn't mention going out to the truck directly, but hinted he was gonna head out himself. When I didn't answer he went on.

"It's okay if you don't want to go," he added quickly, "but I got a big comfortable bed and I'd sure be grateful for the company. And despite you thinking about that stud you was with, as I remember your big dick rose up for action pretty quick like in there." He seemed about as lonely as I felt, and if I could make him feel happy I figured it would be good.

"Besides," he said with a grin as we stood up, "you can't think clear with full balls. Everybody knows that." He smiled broadly and that's when I decided. I liked this guy.

We climbed into his cab and he fastened a canvas cover all around the windows. It was dark out by now and the canvas blocked out everything. Wade found the light over the window which cast a warm light in the cab.

"You really are a hunk," he whispered as he moved toward me and our lips found each other. He kissed strongly but tenderly as his hand groped for my dick and he moaned when he found it rapidly stiffening.

"Come on, Joe," he whispered suddenly, "something tells me you're a guy for comfort."

We stripped off our clothes down to our shorts in the cab, and then climbed into the sleeper, which was a double one, large and comfortable. I climbed in first and Wade paused, kneeling on the seat.

"Pull off them shorts, you sexy stud," he said reaching across to pull my shorts down. I finished the job and he put them on the driver's seat with the rest of the clothes then stripped off his also. He was watching me as I tried to get comfortable in the bed sleeper.

"You're really gettin' me horny, buddy," Wade said, scratching his crotch lightly, "I think I'm gonna like this."

"You've sure got a beautiful cock hanging there," he went on as he climbed up into the sleeper. "Long and thick and tasty looking."

"As I remember, you've got quite a rod yourself," I countered. "It's quite a mouthful too."

"It's okay I suppose," he said with a sigh, "but it's just old, like the rest of me."

I disagreed as we moved into an easy embrace and it was clear right away that he was experienced and comfortable making love. We kissed deeply, his tongue shoved into my mouth, and he held me firmly in his strong, vise-like arms.

Suddenly, I felt horny too, and I tried with minimal success to push the image of Tony out of my brain for awhile. But Wade's expert kissing although somewhat rougher, was strangely reminiscent, and I decided to move ahead.

I moved quickly and took his nearly hard cock deep into my mouth. I felt it swell and harden against my tongue and the inside of my mouth. No doubt about it, he was hung big, and before long his cock had grown to out lengthen mine. It also grew much thicker and I had to make some adjustments to take it deep in my mouth.

Wade turned around and stroked my long, thick cock until it was rock hard.

"Oh God, that feels good," he groaned as he stroked my cock for a minute or so before starting to suck it. Mine was somewhat thinner than his, but almost as long, but he had no trouble taking it, almost at once sliding it down into his throat. He held my balls in his hand as he sucked, moaning pleasurably as he enjoyed chomping on my meat while I sucked on his.

I moaned as he deep-throated my dick, using the muscles of his throat to tease and tantalize the head. He really had me hot in no time.

"Oh yeah, take it like that," I stopped sucking long enough to say, then happily gulped his immense cock back between my teeth. They sucked each other for five minutes or so, each of us taking the other's cock all the way down without choking.

Just as I was starting to think of getting close, Wade let my cock slip from his mouth and sucked on each of his balls before he started licking along the path to my asshole. The feel of his hot tongue on my soft flesh sent chills everywhere and when his action started getting more intense as his tongue neared my hole. I couldn't help but almost whimper.

That seemed to turn him on ever more and he rimmed my sensitive hole until I was practically shaking.

"Oh yeah," I cried, "that feels wild...oh God...do it, Wade."

He acknowledged me by starting to tongue my hole itself. I couldn't believe how it felt as he pistoned his hot, hard tongue into my body time after time. He kept it up for several more minutes until my body start to tremble violently. He backed away slightly then.

"That sexy dude in Texas fuck you?" he asked.

"Yeah," I answered, seeing no reason not to tell the truth.

"He make it good for you?" he asked more directly, and again I replied in the affirmative, admitting it was the first time I'd enjoyed it.

"Good," Wade whispered looking me in the eye, "you keep remembering that while I have some fun down here." He dove back down and started tonguing my hole again. In minutes he had me shaking like a kid.

"Man, that hole of yours is good eatin'. But I'm goin' back to this big ol' cock of yours again 'cause I figure you're getting close, huh."

I mumbled agreement with some difficulty with his big dick down my throat.

He sucked my cock back into his mouth and soon we found a great sixty-nining rhythm and were going at it hotly. Wade came first, blasting his load of hot, creamy stuff deep into my mouth.

I sucked and swallowed several times as his big cock filled my mouth, and then it was my turn. I let his big, thick cock slip from my mouth to cry out.

"Take it ...I'm gonna come...take it all the way down!" I cried. Wade did just that, and the head of my dick was down his throat as my cock started pumping a large load of cum into him.

"Mmm," Wade moaned as he pulled back to taste the hot cum flooding his mouth wildly, then startled me by taking it all the way down his throat again and using the muscles of his throat to nurse it for every drop.

When we'd both come, we lay back and held each other gently but closely as we came down from our mutually satisfying sex high.

I felt relaxed with Wade, but I couldn't help comparing the difference in having sex with him and with Tony. It simply wasn't the same, not so much on the physical level as on the emotional. But relaxed we both were, and it didn't take long before we fell asleep, cuddled close together in that big sleeper bed.

I slept very soundly and woke feeling refreshed and a lot calmer than I'd felt the day before. When I commented on that to Wade as we walked over for breakfast, he just laughed.

"That's simple, little hunk," he said with a chuckle. "You slept relaxed 'cause you emptied those big nuts of yours. Bet you didn't sleep that well that night with your feller down in Texas, huh?"

I thought about it quickly and had to admit he was right.

"After your big night you were so tired that you slept but didn't get rested. That's normal when somebody really turns you on the first time. But last night, you didn't feel nervous about me getting serious and all, so you could relax. Never forget how important getting relaxed is. You need it and don't think you don't."

As we were finishing breakfast, I gave in to my curiosity and asked Wade why he and Ernie hadn't used the truck for their party the day before.

"Ernie says he doesn't like fuckin' in a sleeper," he answered, "and it don't matter much to me either way. I know it's not like it used to be with us anyway. Hell, in the old days, we'd spend hours in that sleeper with him banging my butt or me riding his tail. Now I think he just likes to do it with me to remind me of what I gave up." He paused then went on quietly, "as if I didn't know."

There was a sadness about what he said and the way he felt that really affected me.

I finished the run and got home that evening. It somehow seemed natural to try and call Tony, which I did. I left a message on his answering machine, then grew sort of depressed when he didn't call back. I'd tried to call Greg too but got no answer there either. I hit the sack around midnight, wondering if it was something I'd said or done to either of them when we'd talked last.

The next day I learned that I'd have local runs for a week or so, and as I made the day's deliveries I was still feeling kind of sad that Tony hadn't called, so when he did reach me later that evening, I was much relieved.

Again it was kind of awkward because of the only phone being in the living room, but after we'd talked a couple of minutes, my Dad left the room and I could talk more freely. Tony had already explained why he hadn't called me back last night, having been out of town on a run, I felt kind of silly.

"When you coming back to Big D?" he asked, his voice sounding warm and friendly. "I want to be with you again real soon."

I explained my trip schedule, and that I had a short trip to make out to Denver and back, and then a major trip was to San Diego and up the coast before coming back. I told him I was really sorry that Dallas wasn't included and that I'd really like to see him, but that there wasn't much I could do about it. He moaned softly, and in a flash, I could feel my dick start to stiffen. There was just something about him that even came through the phone lines.

"It's not all bad, though," I said, "I'll get five days off when I finish these two trips. That counts for something." I suggested maybe we could find some way to get together when I got the time off.

"Maybe you're right," he countered thoughtfully. "Let's think about that." He told me he'd call later in the week, and we agreed on a night.

I made the trip to Denver without incident, but on the way back, while I was still in Colorado, I suddenly saw red lights flashing in the side view mirror. I knew I wasn't going more than a couple of miles over the limit so it really surprised me, but I pulled over onto the shoulder and waited as the state policeman walked from his car up to the cab. I could see him in the mirror and he was a rather good looking dude, tall and with massive shoulders and chest.

He motioned for me to climb down from the truck and I did so, bringing with me the leather wallet that had all the licenses and state permits drivers have to carry with them.

He wasn't particularly pleasant. As a matter of fact he was gruff of manner and rather rude of tone. He grabbed the license and permit which I handed him and looked at them as if they were printed in Chinese. I knew they were in order and was puzzled by the whole thing. While I was standing there I read his name badge which said he was Mike Lewis.

"What you carrying?" he asked, again sounding rather pissed.

I showed him the bills of lading for what I had on board and he grunted as he looked them over. I took the moment to notice his well-stuffed uniform pants. You could just see the outline of his cock pushing against the tight fabric to the left of his fly.

"Nothing funny here," he said, "get on your way."

"Thanks, buddy," I said, deliberately trying to sound friendly which was just the opposite of how I felt. He walked back to his car and even as annoyed as I was I couldn't help but notice he had a sexy looking ass.

"Fuck him," I said to myself, "what do I care?"

...to be continued in part 4.