Date: Sun, 15 Aug 1999 09:02:36 PDT
From: cgard 43 <cgard43@hotmail.com>
Subject: Temporary Trucker

Usual disclaimer here...this is an adult male/male story only for adults!
Remember also that this is fiction...in life, play safe and keep
healthy. Story copyrighted and not for publishing without
permission. Comments welcome to Cgard43@hotmail.com.

TEMPORARY TRUCKER

Introduction

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

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

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

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

1.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



2.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"What do you mean?" I answered naively.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Sorry," I said automatically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



3.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

4.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



5.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	We both laughed about it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



6.



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"I told you to forget it, okay."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	Bob laughed and Louie looked at him quickly.

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

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

	I felt totally stupid and said so.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"No, I mean it," he said.

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

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

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

	Louie returned just then and the subject changed.



7.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



8.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	He released my cock for a moment to whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



9.

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

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

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

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



Snyder Drivers - the best cocks on the road



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

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

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

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

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

Stall #1

Grab my head and shove your cock

in my mouth if you want to get sucked



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"You want it?" I asked quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"You ever get sucked?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...to be continued