Date: Wed, 25 Aug 1999 07:13:28 PDT
From: cgard 43 <cgard43@hotmail.com>
Subject: Temporary Trucker - 2

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TEMPORARY TRUCKER
Part 2


10.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   The third guy looked at me questioningly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

11.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   

12.

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

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

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

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

   "You still feelin' horny, cowboy?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   

13.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


14.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Yes sir, Officer," he answered quietly.

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

   "Yes sir," he answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



15.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "So, what happened?" Bob prompted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I smiled, but demured at the compliment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



16.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

17.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Finally I'd had enough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...to be continued in part 3.