Date: Sat, 19 Jun 2010 06:35:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Blue Ridge Trucking Blue Ridge Trucking and the Mountain Air Lodge By Bald Hairy Man This is an erotic, gay fantasy. If you don't like this, Don't read it. If you are underage, Don't read it. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual. You have been warned. If you want to comment on the story write bldhrymn@yahoo.com Mike Maginiss was a trucker who had a knack for making money. He started driving his own truck in and soon grew his company into a 30 truck operation, Blue Ridge Trucking. Instead of expanding Blue Ridge, he began a second company, Smokies Trucking. Eventually he created Catskills Trucking, Adirondack Trucking and several others. Each was an independent company with a small office staff and a fleet of 30 to 40 trucks. Mike owned them all. He had a few quirks. He disliked the big sleeper units. He believed trucks were for driving, and you should stop and sleep in a motel and get some real sleep. He bought the Mountain Air Lodge in Virginia's Blue ridge almost by accident. It was a former Baptist summer camp that fell on hard times. Located just three miles off I-8, he turned it into a truck stop for his company. It provided economical accommodations and good food. It turned out there are summer camps going belly up all the time and eventually he owned eight of these scattered summer camps along the Appalachian mountain range. The tuckers loved them since the were wooded, quiet places quite unlike the zoo like truck stops on the major interstates. Mike had one other quirk. He was open minded as to his drivers' sexual tastes. As long as they got their cargo where it needed to be on time, he didn't worry about any recreation activities along the way. Mike was happily married, but he remembered fun times on the road. A good blow job was a nice way to break up a long haul. He liked sex and he assumed most of his drivers like it too. It turned out a shower and some sleep at the Mountain Air Lodge was dependably associated with a sexual interlude. Mike told me, "You sleep great after you've dumped your load." As far as I could tell, no one at Mountain Air Lodge was gay; they were just men who like to have fun. I'm Willy Smith and I am the manager of the first Mountain Air Lodge. I never fully understood if Mike was a financial genius who was a horny bastard, of if he was a horny bastard who got lucky. Which ever he was worked well for him, his truckers and his staff. For Mike sex was with your wife, letting off steam, draining your nuts or messing around was guy stuff. Needless to say, his approach was popular and he had top of the line men working for him. The Mountain Air lodge was on 150, fully wooded acres. At the center was a pond, and lodge building, and 25 small cabins. These had toilets and running water, but the showers were in the main lodge. The former woman's shower was compartmentalized, and cost extra. The men's shower was an open, gang shower type, like in a school gym. The lodge had several motel type bedroom units. Four of the cabins were open, ten bed dorms. These were free. A number of our men had personal problems, i.e. bad divorces or bankruptcies. Some lived permanently in a cabin. I was one of those men. I had a divorce and fell of the roof of my house. I broke my back and can't drive anymore. Mountain Air was a godsend for me. I was the second man to manage the place. I was a bit more open minded than the first manager, and soon the word was out. We run at full occupancy most of the time. Seventy percent of our clientele is truckers, they rest are men who like truckers. I have to pick and choose them. My staff are Clyde and Wilbur, two redneck janitors and diesel mechanics, Alonzo and Pedro the cooks, and Junie, the laundry men. We don't make the beds, we issue towels, sheets and pillows and let the men take care of that. Since I live at the Lodge, I'm on duty 24-7. I have two assistant managers, Billy and Conrad. They are both retired truckers. A man we call Big Denny provides security. He's about six feet five inches tall and looks like King Kong. He a driver, but only does local deliveries and is at the Lodge every night. Big Denny never has to do much; he just scares guys by his pure size. As I said 70 % of our guests are truckers. We do have one other group that uses our showers, cops and troopers. They are on the road a lot too, and when our local Sheriff visited the lodge he liked it. Sheriff Black was an old high school buddy of mine. Cops are in a high stress job, and he prefers they blow off steam at the Lodge shower room than in a confrontation with the public. The word got out in that group we were open minded. Daytime is our slow period. We get a chance to clean up and enjoy the place. Most of our daytime men are on their computers looking for work. We rarely have more than ten trucks, but there are times when there are more. Some men drive at night when the traffic is lighter. They will sleep in the morning. I was at the desk when a regular customer, Charlie, came in with a younger driver. Charlie looked like Gabby Hayes. His sidekick was a trainee driver Sean. Sean was in his mid twenties but was a strapping fellow over six feet tall. They had breakfast then came to me to get towels for a shower, a locker key,and for beds in one of the dorm units. "Do you want dorm 12 or 24?" I asked. Charlie winked at me, "We'll do 12 this time." Dorm 24 was for those who want only to sleep. 12 was the dorm for recreational uses. "Is Hampton Ron here?" he asked. "Nope, it's too early for him," I said. Hampton Ron was a regular visitor he was into truckers big time. He was pleasant affable and nice to be with. A police Cruiser drove up and sheriff Black and another officer got out. Black and Charlie at one time had run ins. Lately, these run ins were between Black's cock and Charlie's prostate. They seemed to get along now. Charlie and his pal went to the shower. "Do you have room for two, very tired cops this morning?" Black asked. "We always have room for you," I said. "We've spent the last 12 hours babysitting a flipped 18 wheeler. It was on Rt. 11 so at least it wasn't I-81. What a mess," Black said. "Willy, this is Officer Dwayne Smith. He's new on the force." They got towels and went to shower. Big Denny was not driving this day and saw the newcomers. He liked fresh meat and went to the shower area. Big Denny was built like a gorilla, but hung like a horse. If the new men liked masculine types, he was your man. The day desk clerk, Billy, appeared so I decided to check out the shower too. It had been a long night for me. Wilbur joined me. He had to clean the shower, and this was the best time with the fewest men. The shower normally was busy from 9:00 in the evening through midnight, then from 5:00 in the morning to 8:00. It's quieter for the rest of the day. When it's busy there is much site seeing, but the action is in the cabins and the dorms. It the quieter hours some actively takes place in the showers and locker room. Sheriff Black and Big Denny were both Alpha dog types and not shy about sex at all. As leaders of men, the made their own rules and the men in the shower would fall in line. I didn't remember a time when both men were showering at the same time, so I was curious about their interaction. I was afraid they might be rivals. Wilbur brought his cleaning stuff and put a closed for cleaning sign on the door. Normally, he cleaned around the men, but he must have noticed the good combination of old hands and new meat. He wanted some uninterrupted play time. Wilbur was a 55-year old country boy with a hang-dog look and the sex drive of the 15 year old. He was thin, wiry and hairy, with a nice white snake hanging between his legs. The white snake was long and thin. He called it the cherry picker. It was easy to swallow and a good anal probe for a virgin ass. Wilbur likes giving a man's tonsils a sperm bath, but prefers to seed the deeper recesses of a recently opened ass. Charlie had a nice and thick seven-inch member. The Sheriff and Big Denny were big men in every way. They were too big for a maiden voyage unless the maiden was head over heals in love. Oddly, Dwayne and Sean stuck me as virgins. There is nothing about the way a man looks that says they are virgin, I just had the feeling. Women may feel virginity is a virtue and a badge of honor. For men it's an embarrassment. Maybe a few want to save themselves for their wife, but it's damn few. The normal male sex drive makes that nearly impossible. Charlie and the Sheriff were experienced men. Sean and Dwayne were at the Mountain Air Lodge to get experience. You don't need a motel for a blow job. Blow jobs are quick, easy and you can swallow the evidence. I guessed the new men were ripe for the next stage of their sexual growth. The shower room at Mountain Air Lodge felt like a high school gym shower. I knew that atmosphere was stimulating to the men. The Sheriff and Big Denny played the role of coach. That was good too. They were the sort of men you admired and wanted to please. Sean, the Sheriff and Wilbur made one group. Dwayne, Big Denny and Charlie formed a tight threesome. Charlie dropped the soap and bent over to retrieve it, exposing his ass hole. It was pink and puffy, showing sings of recent use. Big Denny was one of the few men I knew who had complete control over his state of erection. He had been slightly erect with only the tip of his knob peeking out of his foreskin. Dwayne was firm, but just short of being obviously erect. Big Denny looked at Charlie's ass. He smiled at Dwayne and winked. Dwayne smiled too. Big Denny's massive cock head popped free of the skin. It was pinkish-lavender and huge. Dwayne broke into a broad smile and a full erection. Big Denny patted Charlie's ass and eased a finger into the hole. Denny and Charlie were cool about this. It was as if fingering a guys ass was the most ordinary thing in the world. "Are you open for business this early in the morning?" Denny asked. "I sure am, but you're too big for a dry fuck," Charlie replied. "I'll bet our new friend here would mind slobbering over my cock," Big D said. "Do you like saliva as lube?" "Sure as shit," Charlie replied. Dwayne glanced over at the Sheriff. Sean was sucking the lawman's erect dick. Dwayne dropped to his knees and worshiped Big Denny's cock. This wasn't your garden variety cock sucking; it was pure cock lust. Dwayne loved Big Denny's meat. When Big Denny was wet enough, he eased it into Charlie's puffy hole. Dwayne was entranced. The two clusters of men merged. Wilbur was next to Sean. I knew he was figuring out a way to get into Sean's ass. Charlie liked being fucked and could have been the poster boy for anal sex. While it was good for Big Denny too, Denny had no problem sharing. At this time the sheriff decided to go to his room with Dwayne, he was nice enough to take Charlie and Sean with them. The room would be a better place for the younger men to take their maiden voyages into anal sex. Wilbur unlocked the door to the showers and three men joined Big Denny and me. I knew one of them, Bobby. He was a regular. Denny knew Bobby as well as other guy, George. The third man was new. He was a big, biker type, built like a silver back gorilla and just as hairy. He may have been new, but one glance indicated Big Denny was his type. Outwardly, Bobby was the shy type. He was an accountant in Staunton who dropped by periodically. When dressed he was about as ordinary as a man could be. Fortunately he had an eight-inch schlong that was like fly paper for gay men. He also was genuinely versatile. He liked it all and was pretty much willing to take or do anything as long as it involved a cock and ass. George was in his early 20s. Big Denny had broken him in a year earlier. George saw Bobby's long dick and went into size-queen over drive. He knew what he liked. George showed his interest by getting hard. That was a nice way to get the ball rolling. The biker gravitated toward Big Denny, and the started a conversation. Big Denny was still half hard from the fun with Dwayne. "A friend of mine told me this was a friendly place," the Biker said. "That's one way to describe it," Denny said. "Bobby, the hose hung one makes pals easily. I take it you aren't the shy type?" "Actually I am a bit shy," the Biker responded, "but I could get use to this real fast." By this time the biker was right next to Big Denny. Denny played with the biker's nipple rings. "You've got s lot of hardware?" he observed. The biker had a PA as well as assorted piercings. By now Denny was fully erect and the biker was all but drooling. The biker nodded. "To tell you the truth, I've was playing a little earlier. The gun is cocked, but no one has pulled the trigger," Denny said. "I am a little shy too. I don't mind showing hard, but I like to shoot my lode in a tight, dark warm place well out of view. Maybe that sounds silly to you?" The biker didn't say anything, but he couldn't have been harder. He looked at Bobby and George. Two thirds of Bobby's cock was in George's ass. "Oops, I dropped the soap," Big Denny said. The biker smiled and bent over to get it. Big Denny wasn't the most original man in the world, but he knew what worked. It sure worked for the Biker. My room was next to the locker room. I suggested the men might want to had a slightly more private place. All agreed. My room was on the other side of the towel storage area. I had a big bed with room for the two couples and me. Bobby had a hard time pulling out of George, it was that good. Big Denny only had his knob on the dark side of the Biker's sphincter. Of course I had a good supply of lube and poppers and the men took advantage of that. Once we were in my bedroom, Bobby was in George's ass in a second of two. This time George was on his back with his legs on Bobby's shoulders. I hadn't seen George erect and it was good. Denny like sex any way he could get it or do it. Sometimes he was a crazed pile driver, other times he was gentle. With the lube and poppers, Denny went deep on the first thrust, then he took his time. Big Denny told me later he it pay dirt. The biker had a needy ass and it was a perfect fit. I had been on the night shift and took a nap on a couch. When I woke up, Big Denny and the biker were still going at it. The biker was sucking Big Denny and he had his ass spread and open. Cum and lube drooled from the Biker's ass, and it had the puffy look of a well used hole. I woke with a hard on, so I slipped my cock int his hole. I didn't know if Big Denny minded if someone shared his trick. I figured I take a quick poke. If it was a problem, I could pull out. As I slid in, the biker squeezed his ass in welcome. There must have been a few buckets of Big Denny ball juices in his accommodating ass, some of which squirted from his ass as I entered. I couldn't remember if I had ever used Denny's home made lube before but it was good for us all. My cock doubled the bikers sucking efforts and Denny liked that. The biker, whose name was Butch, became a regular. Butch was a truck driver who had fallen on bad times. He lost his wife and his job due to a problem with demon rum. I'm no psychologist, but I guessed the booze problem actually was associated with hiding his sexual preference. He was a super macho gay man, and it's hard for a redneck from Tennessee to get his mind around that. I liked Butch, but I'm not prone to saving men from themselves. I think it's a lot of work with a pretty poor rate of return. It turns out Big Denny didn't see things that way at all. He was an Alpha Dog and was use to getting his way. He liked Butch and was willing to help him. Denny figured good sex with a dominant top could drive demon rum out. Denny also liked having a side kick. His last sidekick, a man named Frank, had returned to his home town to take care of elderly parents. Butch fit the bill for Denny. Unexpectedly, Wilbur, my yard man, liked Butch too. Dwayne and Sean also became regulars. They were handsome, muscular, young guys and soon were popular. Truckers often are macho, but pretty isn't always the case. Dwayne and Sean were a treat. They were both friendly too. The rest of the day was quiet for me. I got to sleep and relax. That night Hampton Ron, and another Truck fancier, Richmond Bob came by. They liked truckers and we more than willing to help a need trucker get relaxed. This night they stuck the mother load. A tourist bus filled with elderly persons headed for Atlantic City ran off the road in a bad rain. No one was seriously hurt, but there were minor injuries needing a hospital stay. The passangers were frightened and dissoriented making it difficult for the rescue workers. It closed I-81 for eight hours. Maginnis, my boss, had a company policy of providing free coffee and food for emergency workers in this type of situation. We are in a stretch of highway that is short on fast food places so it's both a public service and encourages good relations with everyone, emergency workers and truckers. Theoretically you can take Route 11 to bypass I-81, but that is in theory only. You are better off saving some diesel fuel and resting than sitting still on gridlocked Rt. 11. Since the State Police tend to use the Lodge as an unofficial HQ, you get the news as to when the interstate will be reopened as soon as possible. When this happens, the showers turn non sexual and activity moves into the cabins. In this situation Wilbur and Clyde went to work in the kitchen backing up the staff there and delivering food to the accident site. The bus was in a rain soaked gully and everyone was covered in mud and were cold. Junie, our laundry man was on duty taking care of towels and clothes. He was a wonder at gettign muddy clothes clean. I cleaned the showers while Billy and Conrad manned the desk. The last thing you want is a dirty locker room and shower when you are cold and dirty. Most of our customers are regulars and new guys usually come with a regular. These emergency situations introduce a slew of new men to the shower room some of whom aren't with the program. It's just polite not to force the issue and be blatant about our sexual interests. Usually these accident begin with an influx of truckers, these guys just stand around and maybe eat unti l the full extent of the accident is known. Once they know it a bad one, they get to the showers and get a cabin. Some prefer their sleepers. Hampton Ron and Richmond Bob like these men. Both are tops and you can tell how good things by the number of times they return to the lodge for a shower. Later in the event Troopers and emergency workers begin to arrive. Since it was cold and wet we had more than the usual. Several were soaked to the bone, and need to warm up. At the end of the event the truckers return to the road, but some of the troopers and emergency workers remain. That is when the real fun starts.