Date: Wed, 22 Sep 1999 12:16:24 PDT
From: cgard 43 <cgard43@hotmail.com>
Subject: Temporary Trucker - 4

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TEMPORARY TRUCKER
Part 4

   I drove on, but for some reason couldn't get my mind off the incident.
As a rather interesting reaction to being annoyed, I had a raging hard-on.
Or maybe it was because I kept thinking about Tony and the prospect of
maybe getting to see him again.  I began to wonder if he really was as
great as I remembered, and for the next hour or so my dick just got harder
and harder.  I finally pulled into a rest area with the intent of at least
beating off and hopefully getting him off my mind.

   The place was one of the modern ones built after the interstates went
in, and it looked clean and orderly, though I didn't see anyone around
manning it. The men's room was large with urinals and sinks on one side and
stalls around the corner.  The place was deserted which suited me just
fine.

   I glanced in several of the stalls to see if there was any interesting
graffiti.  None in the first two and then bingo.  Between the third and
fourth stalls was a gaping hole, not one cut in the wall but where the
paper dispenser should have been.  I could only guess that some clever soul
had simply figured out how to remove it, and evidently no one had come up
with a way to put it back.

   There was a limited amount of graffiti, and none of it remarkable for
its cleverness.  I dropped my pants and sat down, letting my stiff rod at
least escape its confinement.  As I started stroking my dick lightly, I had
the interesting realization that it had been a long time since I'd felt the
need to get myself off.  For a number of weeks, it had been well serviced
by a whole bunch of different guys.  Now it felt kind of nice to touch it
that way myself - not that I'd want a steady diet.

   I was jolted from my reverie.  Someone had entered the john and now I
saw him entering the stall next to me.  From what I could see at a quick
glance, he wore dark levis and a white tee shirt and had keys hanging from
one side of his pants and a long chain attached to what's called a driver's
purse on the other side.  The purse was shoved down into his pocket.

   He sat down quickly and as he was getting himself all arranged I sneaked
a peek at his crotch.  His dick stuck straight up from his bush and looked
rather short.

   The guy was fidgeting, but finally got around to taking his dick in his
hand to let me know he was interested.  My own cock was almost throbbing,
but right then I was hotter to suck cock than I was to get my own relief.
I gestured with my finger on the bottom of the opening and he stood
immediately and turned in the direction of the hole.  I gestured to him and
he stuck his small cock through.

   I took his balls, which certainly weren't undersized, in my hand and
gulped his dick.  It was still sort of soft, and as I tasted it, it started
to grow quite a bit longer and a hell of a lot harder.  In the end, he had
probably six inches when stiff and I made a meal of it.

   I sure wouldn't have minded sucking that dick for a little while, but he
hadn't had his dick in my mouth for thirty seconds when he came, much to my
surprise.  And come he did.  I don't think I'd ever felt such a heavy
unloading.  His rod splashed hot and salty cum all over the inside of my
mouth and I had to swallow just to keep up with him.  And then, just as
quickly as his dick had gotten really hard, it grew soft again.  He pulled
away with a rather muffled comment.

   "That's great, oh hell, it's too sensitive after," he said, pulling his
dick back through and his shorts and pants up in a single motion.  Five
seconds later he was gone.

   I was feeling a little miffed that it was over so soon, and my cock was
still aching for its own relief.  I didn't have much time to think about it
for almost as soon as the guy was out the door another one entered and
headed right for the stall next to me.

   A tall thin guy in 501's and a knit shirt entered the stall and kicked
up the seat with his foot.  He stood in front of the toilet and pulled out
his rather long but thin, uncut cock.  I was fascinated watching him piss,
his roaring stream splashing down into the water in the bowl.  As he
finished, he shook the last drops from his dick head but didn't stow his
meat away.  Instead he started stroking it slowly as it began to lengthen
and stiffen in his hand.

   It seemed strange to be watching him like that, but I was getting sort
of turned on as I watched his cock grow to its full potential.  It didn't
take long and he finally let go of it as his thin seven inch rod bounced
and wobbled in front of him. The foreskin on his dick had retreated now to
reveal a well formed head atop the long thin shaft.

   "You want it?" a youngish sounding voice asked in a whisper.  It caught
me off guard and I didn't say anything for a moment.

   "Whaddya say?" the voice asked again, "I need it sucked bad."

   I forgot about my aching cock for the moment and decided some community
service was in order.  A simple gesture got him turned sideways and in a
matter of moments I had his randy cock sliding down my throat.  He smelled
boyish, clean and delicious, and he really got excited as I deep-throated
his cock, my nose tickled by the bush of curly hair at the base his dick.

   His dick throbbed in my mouth and I figured I'd found another quick one,
but he didn't come right away and I enjoyed sucking on his cock for several
minutes before the restroom door opened.  The guy pulled his dick from my
mouth quickly and, lowering the toilet seat again, he sat down in a hurry.

   "Terry?" a deep voice boomed out, "you okay?"

   "Yeah, Dad," the guy next to me answered, "I'm fine."

   "Okay, we're ready as soon as you're done, huh?" the voice spoke again,
and got a "Yes" in reply from my neighbor.

   There was another flurry of noise as several people entered, used the
john and left.  The guy next to me stayed put, though I figured he might
well give up when another guy entered the stall next to him.  I waited to
see what would happen.

   Quiet returned after a few minutes, but there were still three of us
there in a row, and I was frankly surprised when the guy next to me handed
me a note written on toilet paper.

                       He seems to be okay.
                     You want to finish sucking me?

   I could see the other guy's work boot through the hole and he was going
through the old foot tapping routine so I figured he was okay.  I motioned
the kid on.  His uncut meat had softened in the meantime, but as he stood,
the head pushed out of its covering foreskin and his dick started to
lengthen again.  He really had a good looking dick, and in just a moment, I
was swallowing that tasty tool again.  The kid seemed hotter now, whether
because he was anxious not to keep his family waiting or because of the
other guy, and when he started fucking his long, thin cock into my mouth
hard and fast, it didn't take long before he popped off.

   He blasted a healthy wad of young, mild tasting cum down my throat and I
swallowed the sweet stuff hungrily.  Then, without so much as a thank you,
the kid yanked up his jeans, buttoned up, and was gone.

   I wasn't surprised when the guy next to him hiked up his pants and moved
one stall nearer.  He looked to be a rugged guy, dressed in work boots,
chino pants and flannel shirt.  His rough looking hands made me think he
might be a fellow driver, which didn't matter a lot to me, but it was
interesting to think about.

   The guy didn't sit down.  He just turned toward the opening in the wall
and pushed his pants and shorts to the floor.  When he stood up again, I
was looking at a beautiful, thick cock, over seven-inches long and quite
thick, sticking out over a massive pair of balls.  It was aiming directly
at my face.

   I did something of a double take.  I mean, this guy's cock reminded me
so much of Tony's that it startled me.  "What if it was him?"  I asked
myself then realized that was ridiculous.  It was just a coincidence. It
had to be.

   All this of course took less than a second, but as I kneeled on the
floor and gestured him forward, I wrapped my lips around that gorgeous
rock-hard piece of man meat and let myself believe it might be Tony.  In
doing so, I probably set myself up to give that guy the best blow job he'd
ever had or I'd ever given.  I was crazy to suck his meat, and the gods
smiled by keeping the place empty except for us for at least ten minutes or
so.  At least my efforts got some response from the other side.

   "God damn...great fuckin' head," his deep voice bounced off all the
partitions and walls, "Suck it like that...oh yeah!"

   It took some doing but soon I'd managed to deep-throat his huge organ
and was having the time of my life sucking on him.  It got me so hot I
couldn't help beating my own meat, which was still bone hard and aching for
relief.  I stopped before I got too close, however, to keep focused on
sucking his cock for all I was worth.

   "Oh yeah," his voice moaned as I repeatedly took his cock down my
throat, madly hungry for every bit of it, "suck my cock.  Suck it like that
some more!"

   When he announced a warning that he was getting close, I sucked harder,
faster and deeper still.  That did it, and his monster cock started pumping
out a huge load of hot, sticky man cum.  His cock throbbed and kept
throbbing all the time he was feeding me, and I had to swallow several
times to keep it from overflowing my mouth.

   "Great head, man," he said, his voice now a little quavery. "Best I've
ever had." I felt his cock start to soften and him start to pull away from
me.

   Good.  I'd wanted him to get off like he never had before.  I'd wanted
to take his big cock and drive him nuts.  Oh hell, let's face it, I'd
wanted him to be Tony and if he wasn't, I at least wanted to pretend that
he was and do what I was really wanting to do with Tony.

   "Hope I see you again," the guy said as he redressed.  I mumbled
something like 'okay' and he was gone.

   When I was alone again and my heart had stopped pounding in my chest
like a jackhammer, I realized with a jolt what had just happened.  I'd been
fantasizing about Tony all the time I was eating that guy's meat.  I
couldn't get it out of my mind and I was still thinking about it when a new
guy walked into the stall next to me.

   While he fooled around covering the seat with toilet paper, which I
think is fairly silly anyway, I took a quick peek and saw that he was a
Federal Express driver.  He was short but rather well built, and wore his
cute little uniform of striped shirt and blue pants very well.  He wasn't
shy, I'll say that for him.  He dropped his pants slowly and deliberately,
and I could see the clear outline of his soft cock and his balls through
the scanty designer briefs he was wearing.  He pushed them down and sat
carefully, so as not to disturb the toilet paper, I guess.

   I was still primed to suck another cock, though I frankly couldn't
understand this hunger I'd never felt before.  He finally moved his hands
away, revealing a well formed nearly seven-inch dick of moderate thickness.
He seemed eager to see mine as well and let out a low gasp when I revealed
my aching rod.

   I was first to the mark however, and started sucking up and down the
shaft of his young dick as he moaned quietly.

   "Wow," he whispered as I took his dick deep into my mouth, "man, your
mouth is on fire."  That kind of got me going, and soon I was taking his
hot meat wildly.  He let me suck it for a couple of minutes then started to
pull back.

   "Let me suck yours," he whispered, and it kind of surprised me.  I
scrambled to my feet and he grabbed my dick through the gaping hole.

   "God damn, you've sure got a big cock," he whispered excitedly.  I felt
his warm tongue against the heat of my dick and then the greater heat as he
took the first couple of inches in his mouth.  He was just starting to take
more of it when he moved his mouth away and spoke anxiously.

   "Oh shit, that's getting me too hot," he moaned, "I'm gonna come.  I
can't help it."

   I sat down quickly and managed to get my mouth back around his dick just
before he started to shoot.  He came fast and hard, his balls pumping out
their hot, creamy contents hot and heavy. I kept most of his stuff in my
mouth and swished it all over and around his cock while he finished
spasming, then licked and sucked it all up and swallowed hard.  If volume
were any measure of manliness, the little guy was a man among men.

   "Sorry," he whispered, "I really liked sucking on yours, but it got me
off too quick."  I answered 'okay' or something like that and watched as he
pulled up his shorts and tucked his shirt into his pants.

   He caught a piece of the toilet paper with which he covered the seat in
the back of his pants and it trailed after him like some kind of dragon's
tail as he walked out. I thought to say something to him then chuckled to
myself and kept quiet.

   I heard him leave then heard the door again and saw the same tennis
shoes in front of the stall door I'd just seen as neighbors.

   "Thought I ought to warn you," he said in a quick whisper, "there's a
state trooper just pulling in."

   "Thanks," I answered, "and by the way, you've got toilet paper stuck in
your pants."

   We both laughed, and I was pulling my levis up as I heard him leave
again, stuffing my still-hard cock down into its forced confinement in some
pain..  I washed my hands and rinsed my mouth with some water from the
sink, combed my hair, and was just walking out as Mike, the same trooper
who'd stopped me earlier, walked toward the rest area building.

   He still looked damned sexy in his uniform, his crotch pushed forward,
and he still had that same scowl on his face.  I decided to get a Coke from
the machine and was sitting at the table drinking it when the trooper
exited from the rest area and walked toward me.  He reached down to
casually adjust his crotch just as he got near.

   "You again," he said with that same damned scowl, "you're not getting
very far today, are you?"

   "Nature calls," I answered, forcing myself to show a cheerful smile,
"can't do anything about that, can you?"

   He grumbled something about 'fuckin' trucks' as a big Roadway
double-trailer rolled out of the parking lot.

   "You got something against truck drivers?" I asked, again trying to
sound as pleasant as could be.  He sort of grunted, so I went on.

   "Or maybe he's got something against everybody," I said, like I was
talking to myself. "He's sure got some attitude."

   "You're a cocky son of a bitch, aren't you?" Mike said, but with a lot
less scowl this time.

   "Well now, I don't know about that, sir," I said in my sweetest voice.
"There's some say I've got plenty of 'cocky' if that's what you mean.

   We were at a standstill.  I knew that last remark came as close to the
line with an officer as I dared go, and for his side, he seemed to be
hesitating about just what to say next.

   "How far you fixing to go today?" he asked, not scowling for a change.

   "Just far enough to get outside of Colorado, sir," I answered.  I really
planned to get a little farther than that but it suited my purpose with
him.  I'd be out of his jurisdiction once I crossed the state line.

   "You'll probably put in at that big truck stop at Ogallala then," he
said. I shrugged my shoulders.  I hadn't even thought about it, and the
name meant nothing to me.

   "Why?" I asked as casually as I could.

   "Just wondering, that's all," he said, "I live over near there so I know
the area really well."

   Mike turned and walked back to his car.  As he turned back to open the
door, he gave his crotch another rearrangement, then raised his hand in a
salute.  As a final parting shot, he grinned from ear to ear.

   I was pissed for a fraction of a second and then laughed aloud.

    "Well, I'll be damned."

   I returned to my truck and headed back out onto the highway.  I was just
picking up speed when I passed my friendly state trooper parked behind a
big clump of trees. I gave him a blast on the air horn just for good
measure and saw his headlights flashing at me in the side mirror.

     "This is an adventure worthy of Jerry," I thought to myself.  I mean
here I was, heading toward a potential date with a state trooper.  Then I
thought about Bob.

   "God, wouldn't he be jealous."  It cheered me up immensely and I drove
on with a smile on my face.  It hadn't been such a bad day after all.



29.

   It wasn't a bad drive at all to Ogallala and it actually worked out just
about right for the length of time I was supposed to drive.  There were
lots of signs advertising the truck stop and I found it without any
trouble.

   As I checked out the truck after I got fuel and parked, another driver
walked by and nodded in a friendly way.  Something clicked and I felt a
flush of excitement.  The chino pants, the flannel shirt, the work boots.
I recognized them immediately as being the same as those the guy had worn
who I'd sucked off at the rest area that afternoon.  He was the one whose
cock had been a near double for Tony's, and I looked up quickly to find out
who that gorgeous cock belonged to.

   He was a pleasant enough looking guy, but I guess I'd wanted him to look
as special as Tony.  Medium height, medium brown hair, a normal looking
face. In other words, he looked just like any guy.  I felt puzzled, but as
I made sure everything with the truck was okay, I remembered that it had
been me who'd wanted to imagine the guy was Tony.  It had been me who'd
gotten so excited sucking the guy's cock just because it reminded me of
him.  I sure wouldn't have been fair to blame the guy for my own fantasy,
would it?

   Nonetheless, a sudden wave of loneliness passed over me and I realized
that simply sucking a bunch of guy's cocks never could take the place of
being with just one man who really excited you and made you feel wanted and
needed.

   After I got the truck secured, I checked in with the office.  That
afternoon I got the head honcho.

   "How're you doing, young man?" Dave Snyder's voice sounded friendly and
welcome after I'd been away for so long.  "We keeping you busy enough?"

   "I'm fine," I answered, "and you sure are.  I don't mind the highway
driving, but going through cities is a real pain."  He laughed and agreed,
and we talked for several minutes about the trip and everything seemed to
be fine.

   I was feeling better for talking to Dave, and then he gave me the
message that made my heart leap.

   "There's a note here that your friend Tony called you and left a message
to say 'hello.'"  I thanked him for the message, and then he reminded me
about calling home more often and that my parents were concerned that I
didn't.

   "Just been busy, boss," I said, trying to sound cheerful.

   "Don't be that busy, Joe," his voice wasn't chastising but the message
was clear.  I promised I'd do better.

   We finished our conversation and I rang off feeling as happy as could be
just to know that Tony had called again.  I tried to call him and left a
message on his answering machine saying I'd called just to return his
'hello.'  I'd have rather talked to him, but no matter, I was still feeling
great. I also called and talked to my Mom, assuring her that I was okay and
promising to call again soon.

   I whistled all through my shower.  Once done, I headed back out to the
truck to stow my gear.  Leaning against the truck cab was Mike, the state
trooper.  He was dressed in regular clothes now, a tight-fitting pair of
black jeans and a plain light blue shirt, but I recognized him right off
and said hello.

   "Hey, I'm really sorry I was acting like such a shithead," he said.
"I've had a really rotten week, but that's not your fault and it was wrong
to act the way I did."

   "No problem, really," I answered directly, "it just seemed like you've
got a problem with truck drivers."  I was in such a great mood that nothing
was going to upset me.

   "I don't have anything against truckers," he said then dropped his
voice.  "though I wouldn't mind having something against you."

   I couldn't help but laugh.  Here was a state trooper coming to me after
he'd acted like he did before.

   "Just what are you suggesting?" I asked with a grin.  I sure wasn't
going to make any first move.

   "How about we climb up into that sleeper and I'll help you relax after
your shower," he said, "you know, maybe rub your back or shoulders or
something."

   "Okay," I answered, still smiling, "that sounds like a great idea."

   Well, to shorten the story considerably, he did rub my shoulders and my
back.  For all of about thirty seconds, that is.  After that he rolled me
over onto my back and in less than a half a minute, he was swallowing the
full length of my rapidly stiffening cock.

   "Hey man, you really do that well," I told him sincerely.  He just
grunted and deep throated my rod again, grabbing my balls roughly in his
hand.

   Stretched out there in the sleeper, I didn't feel my usual desire to
make this two-way action.  Come to think of it, he didn't seem to want it
that way either.  He seemed to just want to take my dick, and for a change,
that was okay with me.  Between thinking about Tony, and comparing my night
with him to my earlier activities that afternoon sucking off four guys in a
row, my mind was more than occupied.

   The guy was damned good, however, and soon got my full attention.  When
I said something about him pulling his meat out, he shook his head, which
was a wild sensation since he had my dick down his throat at the time.

   "Uh-huh," was the noise he made and it sounded like a firm negative.  So
I just let him make a meal of my dick and it didn't take long before I was
pumping a load of my best stuff down his throat.  He grunted and groaned as
he siphoned my wad, swallowing repeatedly to keep up with all I was
shooting.  He stayed right with it until my dick started to soften and only
then did he let my dick slip from between his lips.

   "Oh yeah, man," he groaned quietly, "that's one fine cock you've got
there."

   I countered with a similar compliment as to his talents, but he just
smiled.  He almost seemed to have wanted to get the sex act over with
because he was bursting to talk.

    "Tell you what," he said as I pulled my shorts and pants back up from
my ankles, and in a far less surly tone.  "How about letting me buy you a
beer?"

   "Sure," I answered, shrugging my shoulders, "Why not.  I'm done driving
for today.  Where?"

   He indicated there was a bar just a short way back down the highway, and
we walked back out to the car parking lot.  He climbed into a low slung
sports car and motioned me to get in the other side.  I don't know much
about cars, but I was pretty sure this was a damned expensive one.

   We belted up and I couldn't help but notice again the huge bulge at his
crotch as he drew the belt over it.  He peeled rubber across the gravel
drive and in a matter of nutes we were climbing out of the sports car at a
small tavern.  We'd past the state line and were back in Colorado, on which
I commented.

   "There still aren't many bars in that part of Nebraska," he said.

   We talked about a variety of things and got to know each other a little.
He told me his Dad was a big rancher, which accounted for the expensive
car, but that he'd decided to become a state trooper because that's what
he'd always wanted to do.

   "It's a bit of a problem, what with being gay," he said in a
confidential whisper, "but I'm very careful."

   He asked about me and I explained my plan about driving then going back
to school in the Fall.  Midway through our second beer, he leaned forward
and spoke in a whisper.

   "Actually, I've just got a problem with one truck driver," he said, "You
see, there's this guy I really like..."

   I asked if he was hitting on me again, but he smiled.

   "No, you're safe.  Actually, this is why I was in such a rotten mood
today. You mind if I talk to you about a personal problem."  I shook my
head, but stayed quiet to encourage him to go on.

   "It all started about six months ago," he went on, "I was doing a
routine check of truck permits about fifty miles from here, and there was
this great looking driver.  I'd have to say that we sort of hit it off
together right from the start.  He was stopping in Ogallala that night so
we met later and ended up at my place which is very nearby.  It was the
best night of my life, and I really fell for him."  He paused a moment.

   "So what's the problem?" I asked, just to prompt him to go on.

   "Then, nothing," he said quietly, "and we've managed to get together
many times over the last five months or so.

   "So where does he live?  I mean where's home base?" I asked.

   "He's from Kansas City," Mike answered, "and he makes the run from there
to the coast all the time.  That's how we were able to get together so
often.  Anyway, I was getting pretty serious about him, and he seemed to be
serious about me too.  Then I suggested that he consider moving here.  I
wasn't surprised that he was a little cool to that idea, but I mean, hell,
I've got plenty of money, and I figured I'd at least pop the idea and see
what he thought."

   "You mean you asked him to quit driving and move here?" I asked and he
nodded.

   "So what the hell was he supposed to do when he got here?"

   "Well, that's the problem.  I didn't think about it before I spoke, but
the fact is there are few jobs around here except ranchers and farmers.  He
didn't cotton to any of those."

   I shrugged my shoulders.  I mean, I guessed I didn't blame the guy.

   "Anyway," Mike went on, sounding like he finally was getting to a
conclusion, "Since then, he doesn't call very often and I haven't seen him
for almost a month.  I'm horny and I'm feeling sorry for myself and that's
why I was so damned pissed about truckers."

   It was such a strange tale that it sounded absolutely true.  I waited a
full minute before I answered.

   "You don't understand drivers, that's all.  I've only been on the road a
short time, but the one thing I've learned best about drivers is that
they're fiercely independent.  They won't give up that for anything.  Even
the ones who fuck around the most are always talking about going home and
who's there waiting for them."

   "But according to him, he doesn't have anyone at home," Mike responded,
"at least that's what he said."  His tone sounded skeptical.

   "And it may be the truth, but you were trying to take an independent guy
who's used to being free and tie him down to a life where he'd feel a
prisoner."

   "I know what I did," he said in an almost moaning whisper.  "I know I
fucked up, but now I don't know what to do about it."

   I couldn't believe it.  That big, strong cop sat there like a child who
had lost his favorite toy.  I shook my head.

   "Well, the first thing you do is tell the guy that you're sorry you made
such a stupid suggestion," I offered.  He managed a bit of a grin.

   "And then tell him that if he wants you to, you'll move to Kansas City.
Use your money to live on until you find a job.  I mean, hell, they've got
state police there too."  He looked as if I'd just told him the secret of
life.  It was so simple, it hadn't occurred to him, he said.  For my part,
I wondered about the mental part of the state trooper test.

   From then on, he hardly seemed like the same guy.  His voice was
cheerful and he smiled as he talked.  I could tell he was thinking about
the other guy, and since I was hungry anyway, I asked him to drive me back
to the truck stop.

   As we swung back into the parking lot and he drove up to the entrance, a
tall, extremely good looking black guy walked out the door.  He wore faded
501's which fit like paper, and had to be 6-foot-4 or so.  He walked over
toward the car just as I started to climb out.  I don't think Mike had even
seen him.  I sure wasn't ready for what happened next.

   "Stay away from my man, God dammit!" the guy said in a booming voice,
and then came a right hook that just grazed my jaw but sent me flying.  I
landed on my butt three or four feet behind the car.

   In a flash, Mike was out of the car and restraining the guy.

   "God damn, Jim, what are you doing, for Christ sake?" he said as he held
the big guy's arms behind him.  He turned to me and asked if I was okay.

   I really wasn't hurt, except my pride at ending up on my ass so
unceremoniously, and said so.

   Suddenly Jim and Mike were talking very loudly, and definitely not
listening to one another.  I stood up and shook the dust from the pants, a
little embarrassed at the scene going on.

   "Come on, guys," I said.  The sound of a third voice got their attention
and both stopped talking and looked at me.  It took about five minutes to
get the whole story straight, after which a very contrite Jim apologized
profusely.

   "I've been missing him so much, that when I saw him with another guy,
something in me just snapped," he said, and then apologized again.

   Soon we were all friends, and I figured it was time to leave them alone.

   "I think this is where I leave," I started to say, but Mike stopped me.

   "At least come and have dinner with us, to make it up to you." he said.
Jim agreed but I had my own view.

   "Look, if you guys have a brain between you, there's gonna be a big,
happy make-up scene here," I said with a grin, "and that sort of thing
embarrasses me."

   I took my leave and headed into the coffee shop to get something to eat.
The small crowd which had gathered just after Jim hit me had dispersed and
I hoped to be able to eat my dinner in peace.

   Except for a few comments as I walked in, and a polite but friendly
query by the solicitous waitress, I got my wish.  When I was through with
dinner, I walked a little bit, thinking what an interesting but tiring day
it had been.  I couldn't get the story of Mike and Jim out of my head.  I
mean, it was obvious that the two of them had very deep feelings for one
another, but they sure weren't communicating about what they were feeling
or thinking.

   It got me thinking again about the whole business of lovers, and I
wondered whether I'd be smart enough to do the right thing if the time
came. By the time I'd walked back to the truck stop, not surprisingly, I
was ready for bed.  But that wasn't yet to be.

   I'd described my day of contrasting feelings and events in my diary.  In
a way it seemed to me that maybe the reason the 'trade' scene at the rest
area had appealed to me was because I didn't want to meet those guys as
people.  I mean, or I think I mean, that I didn't want it to be any more
personal than it was.  Maybe I'd grown a little bit concerned about getting
to like too many guys at one time.  Or maybe this was all just bullshit and
I'd only wanted to suck some cock?

   I was just settling down to try to get some sleep when there was a hard
rap on the window of the cab.  It came again so I looked out and saw Mike
and Jim there, Mike holding onto the hand grip as Jim stood on the ground
below.

   "Open up," Mike called, "we wanna talk to you."

   I was rather sleepy but I unlocked first the driver's door and then the
one on the passenger side.  The two of them climbed in while I returned to
the sleeper.

   "Look, man," Jim said first, "I want you to know again how sorry I am
for taking a pop at you.  I really am."

   I told him to forget it.  At the same time, I could tell Mike was about
to burst with excitement so I turned to face him.

   "Jim and I made up," he said with a broad grin.  "He understands now I
wasn't trying to make him give up driving."  Jim corroborated this with a
smile.

   I told them both how happy I was for them, but they just kept on
relating all the things they'd talked about and how happy they were until
frankly their exuberance was depressing.  I really didn't mind when they
left, and I made a second, much more upbeat entry in my diary afterwards.
Maybe there was hope for all of us.



30.

   I talked to Tony later in the week but the prospect of getting together
when I got my time off didn't sound very promising.  He had work
commitments, he said, and though he was trying to get out of them, he said
he couldn't be sure for a while yet.  At first I felt put out, then just
frustrated, and finally somewhat resigned that maybe it wasn't to be.

   In some ways I was looking forward to my first really long trip.  I'd
never been to California or the Southwest, so I'd be seeing something new.
The next day I picked up the schedule from Dave, and then got out the map
books and spent much of the day getting the trip all figured out.

   The one somewhat disagreeable part of the trip was that for the drive
out to San Diego, because of the need to push ahead time wise, I'd be
driving with someone else.  From there on, I'd be alone as the other guy
would be driving back a new rig. I understood the reasons behind the
doubling, what I didn't care for was that it appeared it would be Rudy
driving with me.

   How to describe Rudy?  I mean, how to do it somewhat politely?  He was
an immense man, probably weighing close to 300 pounds, and built like a
truck himself.  In the looks department, even his friends would call him
homely.  But what bothered me most, I admit, was that he was crude and
almost always combative.  I'd steered clear of any dealings with him, but I
couldn't help hearing the way he chewed out other guys, and his remarks
about everyone from blacks to orientals, men or women, were enough to turn
your stomach.

   I was not happy at the prospect of all those days in the truck with him.
I dreaded the idea of climbing into the sleeper after he'd been there, and
having to listen to him for all my waking hours was very upsetting.

   Rudy arrived before I finished up.  He was certainly cheerful at the
prospect of the trip.

   "Best thing could happen to you," he called to me as he walked into the
area where I was working with maps.  "You'll learn more driving with me
than you could with any of these Bozos."  I just nodded, hoping he'd quiet
down.  Instead he walked nearer and glared at the map book over my
shoulder.

   "Let me see that when you're done," he said, his raucous voice booming,
"I get to check it out, see.  I wanna make sure we stop at some of the
places I like best."  He started to laugh loudly.

   "We'll get that cherry of yours busted, buddy boy," he boomed, clapping
me hard on the shoulder, "I know the best broads from coast to coast.
Trust me."

   The prospect was more than just alarming.  It was frightening.

   I finished the map while he drank two Cokes and ate three sandwiches.
He had trouble with the Coke machine at first, and banged it with his fist
so hard I thought the machine would fall apart.

   Jean walked into the coffee room with the next schedule notice.  She
posted the schedule and then cleverly sidestepped Rudy's huge hand as he
tried to pat her on the butt.  At the door, she turned and gave him a look
that would have killed most mortals.

   Rudy heaved himself out of the chair he'd been overflowing and glared at
the notice.

   "Son of a fuckin' bitch," he roared, "they can't do that to me."

   "What's the matter," another driver asked, just walking in the door.
"Who's doing what to you now, Rudy."

   "Shut up, motherfucker," Rudy roared, "I got that damn Mexico trip
again.  They know I hate dealing with all them Spicks."  It was never quite
clear just who 'they' were when Rudy talked, but it didn't seem to matter.

   I jumped up and looked at the schedule.  Sure enough, it wasn't Rudy who
was going with me, it was 'little Tommy.'

   I shouldn't call him that, but that's what everybody except Dave calls
him.  'Little Tommy' is really a nice guy, and the thought of sharing the
cab with him was so much more appealing than being with Rudy that it gave
me a terrific high.

   "God damn, that makes me mad," Rudy was still ranting and raving.  He
knew he really didn't have any complaint because Tommy had the same
seniority he did, and it was still Dave's province to schedule trips as he
saw fit.  That didn't stop Rudy from cursing, however, he was always very
careful not to say anything bad about the boss.

   Traveling with Tommy had better potential to be fun in my book, and in
fact, my feelings about the trip had changed considerably now.  I smiled to
myself as I drove home that day, and was in a much better mood.

   Tony called on the appointed night and said he was trying to get some
time off and hoped maybe we'd get together when I got my days off after the
long trip.  I liked the idea a lot and said so, leaving the planning in his
hands.  I got very excited thinking about seeing him again, and it helped
the days to pass quickly.



31.

   I said before that 'little Tommy' wasn't really little, and that's true.
He was about 5-foot-10, which isn't really short.  The greater reason for
the nickname is that he looks so incredibly young.  Most people guess him
at less than twenty-five, when in fact he's about five or six years older
than that.

   It doesn't help that he wears his brown hair in a kind of long, boyish
style. He also has a young-looking face, with sparkling blue eyes, and
neither a wrinkle nor a mark.  The whole point is, if asked how to describe
him, most people would say he was cute.

   I reflected on this as I waited for him at the yard the morning we were
to leave.  I'd arrived early and had to wait for someone to open up, so I
was leaning against the door as he parked his car and walked toward me, a
bag slung over his shoulder. He was dressed in levis and a tee shirt and
was sure a good looking man.

   "Sorry I'm late," he said with a smile as he neared the door.  I pointed
out it was still early and said it didn't matter.

   "I really need a cup of coffee before we go," he said.  "I'll make a pot
and fill a couple of thermoses for us."

   As we sat in the coffee room, waiting for the coffee to brew, Tommy
decided he'd clear the air on a few things before we went on.

   "Look, we've never driven together before," he said, an earnest look on
his face, "so let me tell you the way I do things and we'll try not to have
any misunderstandings.  If there's something you don't like, let me know.
Spending all this time together, we can really get on each others' nerves
if we're not honest."

   I pointed out that I'd never driven with anyone else before and he
nodded understandingly.

   "It can be rough driving with another guy," he said, "but it doesn't
have to be if you get things straight right off."  I nodded but kept quiet.

   "I play by the rules," he went on, "I drive my time, and you drive
yours.  I can't see any reason to fuck up a good thing by screwing around
with the rules."

   I agreed with his logic and said so.

   "You need to stop while I'm driving, just say so. I'll do the same when
you're at the wheel," he continued. "Other than that, we try to coordinate
meal stops with fuel stops."  It all made sense and I said so.

   "Now, I'm sure no angel, and I like a bit of action when I can find it
as much as the next guy, but I never make a special stop for it."  I smiled
at his openness, though of course it was vague enough to not reveal any
secrets.

   "But we can't be always waitin' around for each other, so if something
happens, just don't waste a lot of time.  Just get on with it."

   "Or off," I commented.  He stopped and looked at me as what I'd said
registered, then he grinned and went on.

   "Caught me there," he said.  "Guess I'm not fully awake yet."

   "Just one other thing, " he went on, "we're supposed to make one
overnight stop on the trip to San Diego.  Albuquerque's about the halfway
point and besides that, I've got somebody there I'd like to get together
with.  If we can work it out, I'd like to spend the night there.  I don't
want you to feel like I'm dumpin' on you by forcing you to spend a dull
night in a truck stop, so if you got a problem with that, say so now and
we'll work out something else."

   "No problem for me," I answered, feeling very good about how he was
approaching things. "I've got no problem at all. It sounds fine to me."

   The coffee was done by now and we drank a cup and then headed out to the
truck.  We flipped a coin and Tommy won, so I got the first shift.  I
really didn't mind, and since he fell asleep right after we hit the
interstate, I figured he needed the sleep more than I did.  It was a
comfortable rig and I had to admit it felt good to get back on the road
again.

   We headed south at first, covering much the same route I'd driven on the
return trip before this, and made good time all that first morning.  Tommy
slept for a couple of hours, then woke up and we started talking.  During
that first day, I guess we learned most of the general stuff about each
other that guys talk about.  I learned that snow-mobiling and golf were his
occasional hobbies, that he was single and liked it that way, that he'd
been driving a truck for about eight and half years, and that like me, he'd
lived his whole life in our suburban town.

   I told him about my school, about my time and travels in the military,
and how glad I was that Dave Snyder had given me this chance to earn some
money and fill in the time doing something kind of fun in the meantime.

   "Dave's a really great guy," he said simply.  He hinted that Dave had
evidently once helped him out in some personal way and that he hadn't
forgotten it.

   We trucked on and by the time conversation was getting a little scarce,
Tommy and I agreed on a music station on the radio and got quiet again.  We
drove and slept, stopping for meals and fuel as we needed, and were way
ahead of schedule since neither of us asked for any unusual stops.

   Midway through the second day, Tommy was driving and I was riding
shot-gun when we passed a slow-moving car in the right lane.  I glanced
down and saw a long-haired head bobbing up and down in the driver's crotch.

   "Oh boy," I said without thinking, "somebody's getting some hot head
over here."

   Tommy looked in the rear view mirror but of course he couldn't see
anything.

   "Man or woman," he asked very curiously.

   "Gettin' or givin'?" I asked with a chuckle.

   "Well I assume it's a man gettin' his dick sucked, right?"  I nodded.

   "Either a woman or a guy with long hair doing the work," I answered
without thinking of Tommy's longish mane.  He gave me a sharp look then
chuckled.

   "What difference does it make, come to think of it," he said, "he's
still a lucky guy, gettin' the action I mean."

   Shortly thereafter I dozed off sitting up and really slept soundly.  I
awoke with a start in the middle of a very nice dream which included Tony.
I awoke up with a very stiff dick which was almost aching from its
confinement.  I couldn't help it.  I simply had to rearrange things, but I
mumbled a 'sorry' as I did so.

   "A little uncomfortable, huh?" Tommy said quietly, his eyes fixed on the
road.  "Looks like you were dreaming about something pretty good.  You were
probably just wishing you were that guy in the car back there," he said. I
felt my face flush and was embarrassed.

   "Hey," he went on, sensing my discomfort, "it happens to everybody.
Maybe you ought to climb up in the sleeper and take things in hand.  Just
keep it neat, huh."

   "No need for that," I answered, trying to sound calm, "I'm okay."

   The subject of sex now having risen its head, Tommy seemed to want to
stay with it.

   "I hear Rudy was gonna get you some pussy action," he said with a grin,
"though just between you and me, I'd be wary of any chick who's in Rudy's
stable."  I agreed heartily, adding on my own view.

   "Between us, I can't imagine anybody wanting anything to do with Rudy
that way."  We started to think of some preposterous things like big Rudy
with the circus fat lady, or what his bulk might do to a skinny woman.  It
got a little raucous and crude, to tell the truth, and we were both
laughing hard.

   "Or imagine the poor cocksucker who get's his head stuck in a roll of
fat," Tommy suggested, tears running down his face as he left.

   We finally got calmed down and of course, in the process, my pride and
joy went back to its normal size and condition.  Now I could adjust myself
to comfort again.

   "Well that's one way to get rid of a stiff one," Tommy put in, never
missing a trick.

   "Yeah. It may not be the most fun way, but it worked," I answered. Tommy
nodded, agreeing.

   When we stopped to refuel and get some breakfast the next morning, we
decided that a shower would be most welcome.  We got our gear and headed
into a small truck stop Tommy recommended.

   "It's a little old fashioned to look at," he explained, "but it's clean,
not too busy, and serves great food, especially breakfast."

   I suppose it was the odd hours of sleeping off and on, but I felt
ravenously hungry.

   We stripped off our clothes and piled them on a bench in the small
shower room.  There were two shower heads so it was logical for both of us
to shower at the same time.  The years in the service had made me immune to
self consciousness in such cases, and the idea of a hot shower was very
appealing.  I was the first to get undressed and was trying to get the
shower adjusted when Tommy walked in.

   "Be careful when I turn this one on," he warned, and I stepped back
without looking to avoid the spray.  Purely by accident, as I moved back, I
managed to swing my hand right up against his genitals.  It was an
accident, and not hard enough to hurt him, but it sure surprised him.

   "Careful, stud," Tommy said with a lilt in his voice, "you trying to
ruin me?"  I couldn't help but laugh.

   "Was it good for you, too?" I asked, joking of course.

   "No, but try it again later and we'll see," Tommy answered.  I looked at
him quickly but he was grinning broadly.

   I don't care what anybody says, it's impossible not to look at another
guy's body when you're standing naked and only six or eight feet apart.  I
resisted the temptation for awhile, facing the shower and soaping myself up
good before I rinsed and turned around.  Tommy let out a little gasping
noise.

   "Shit man, no wonder you were in pain when you got that boner.  You're
hung huge, man."

   I mumbled something, then as I finished rinsing my hair and my face, I
glanced across at Tommy.

   "What the fuck are you jawing about," I said in surprise.  His cock
looked almost as long as mine and besides, his balls were very large.
"You've got quite a weapon there yourself."

   We kept sort of surreptitiously eyeing each other as we finished our
shower and I tried to will my dick to stay soft.  His dick was long but not
too thick, but his nuts were about as big as I'd ever seen on a man.

   I finished showering first and couldn't keep myself from glancing at him
from time to time as I toweled off next door.  He soaped and rinsed his
cock and balls with extraordinary care and his dick was getting harder from
his own attention if not from my admiring glances.

   Once he started toweling off, I didn't get too many chances to see his
meat again, until he dried his longish hair.  That took awhile and he
covered both face and head with his towel while he dried it.  I got another
good look at his cock and it sure looked fine.

   I waited outside while he finished dressing then we headed in to
breakfast.  We kept off the subject of sex and our respective endowments
all through a really good breakfast of eggs, country ham, hash browns and
toast made from homemade bread.  As we had a third cup of coffee I
complimented him on the choice of places.

   "Well," he said, sitting back with a cigarette while he finished his
coffee, "I know lots of guys like the more modern ones, but this place has
always been clean, the food's great, and I know I can count on it.  That
means a lot to me." I had to agree and would later reflect that it's
precisely that which keeps a lot of the smaller truck stops in business.
Truckers will even go out of their way for good food and clean, nice
facilities.

   

32.

   We'd been driving for another half a day before the subject of sex came
up again, and it happened in a most unfortunate way.  We'd stopped for fuel
and while Tommy was filling the tank, I walked around to check the tires.
That's how it happened that the guy who approached him didn't see me.
Combating the noise of the truck stop fueling area, he spoke very loudly.

   "How you doin' Tommy, you ol' cocksucker?" the guy's voice boomed out in
a heavy drawl, "I 'spect you're still peddlin' your hot ass from coast to
coast, huh?"

   I really didn't hear Tommy's response because he spoke so quietly, but I
hesitated to make my presence known for the minute or so the guy stood
there.  After he'd walked away I waited another few moments yet before
walking around the front of the cab.

   "They're all looking good," I said, trying to pretend I'd heard nothing.

   "Good," Tommy said shortly.  While he finished filling the tank, I
headed into the men's room and was just washing my hands as Tommy walked
in.  He seemed rather annoyed, so I told him I'd get a couple of Cokes and
meet him outside, which I did.

   It was Tommy's turn to drive, so I sat and listened to the radio for an
hour and a half or so while Tommy stayed unusually quiet.  Finally he
turned the volume down on the radio and began to talk very quietly.

   "I suppose you heard what that asshole back there said," he said, his
voice just above that of a murmur.  I started to say something but he held
up his hand to gesture me to wait.

   "It's true, I'm not gonna deny it," he said. "I prefer guys and always
have." I couldn't think of anything to say so I kept quiet.

   "But I can't stand guys like him who advertise themselves and make
everyone else guilty by association."  He sighed loudly then went on,
evidently wanting to explain.

   "I first met him years back.  I admit I was a pretty crazy young fool in
those days, and I was having a drinking problem on top of it. Between the
boozing and being a great cock hound, I pretty much screwed up each and
every job I had."  I kept quiet, letting him go on at his own pace.

   "That's why I owe Dave Snyder such a lot," he went on. "Not only did he
give me another chance to work, but he also made sure I got help to kick
the bottle.  I probably wouldn't be alive today if it wasn't for him."

   Again, I couldn't think of anything to say so I kept quiet.

   "But what that clown said back there is true, and I want to make sure
you don't worry about it."  I started to say something but he stopped me as
he went on.

   "Look, I'm not gonna hit on you.  I'd be lying if I said I don't find
you pretty hot lookin', but that would just cause problems between us, and
there's no sense in that."  I could feel my body tensing as he spoke and he
saw it too.

   "Relax," he said, his eyes still locked in forward position.  "I'm not
gonna hurt you." I nodded, but was very surprised at what he said next.

   "But if you want me to get you off anytime, you say the word."

   That remark first ticked me off, but I could see he was going through a
lot of anguish.  Besides, I figured I owed it to him to ease his mind as
quickly as I could.

   "Look, Tommy," I said, trying to stay calm, "let's set a couple of
things straight.  First of all, I like guys too."  His eyes flashed a quick
glance at me, then quickly looked back at the road, keeping quiet to let me
go on.

   "But that doesn't mean something should happen between us just because
we both prefer guys.  If it turns out we want something to happen, it'll
happen.  But it's not gonna be because of anything some asshole says or you
figuring you're supposed to service my needs just because of your own
preferences.  Right?"

   He looked over and our eyes met.  He nodded and smiled a wide boyish
smile.

   "You got it right, buddy," he said with a smile, paused and then went
on, "but any gay guy who doesn't want you is a certifiable lunatic.  You're
about as fine as they come, and I don't just mean in the looks and cock
departments."  I flushed but kept quiet, and in the end, we'd said all that
needed to be said.

   We covered a lot of miles, sharing the driving time and sleeping off and
on.  We didn't talk that much because the other guy was usually sleeping,
but every so often we'd both be awake for awhile, and got to know each
other pretty well.

   "So tell me, Joe," he asked at one point, "you got a lover?"

   "Nope," I answered with a sort of sheepish grin, "I'm not sure I even
understand that part of it."  He looked at me quizzically so I went ahead
and told him my relatively short history without going into details or
naming names.  He nodded along as I talked, but waited until I'd finished
before he said anything.

   "I guess it's pretty much normal to take a while to figure things out,"
he said, "and let's face it, at the beginning, everything feels so damn
good you wonder why anyone would want to get tied up with just one guy.  I
mean, there are so many out there, why not just play the field?"

   "I gather you don't think so?" I asked.  He glanced my way with a smile.

   "It isn't what I think, it's what I know for sure," he said directly.  I
asked why then waited while he framed his answer.

   "Look, when you're with someone you really care about, just being with
them becomes a major pleasure, and the sex is out of sight."  He hesitated
a moment, glancing over at me, and then smiled.

   "It's pretty hard to explain, I'll say that," he said, "but you know how
some guys turn you on in your head as well as your dick?"  I couldn't help
but laugh at the expression, but I had to admit I did know what he meant.

   "Well, that's the difference," he said, now laughing too, "and when you
feel it, you'll know what I'm talking about."

   He actually said a lot that day which made a number of things clearer to
me than they'd ever been before.  I told him about meeting Greg and being
so impressed with the idea of a guy making a 'home' just like straight
people do.  I told him about meeting Tony and how very special he had made
me feel, not only at the time but even now when I talked to him or just
thought about him.

   "Now you're getting it," he said, "it's not just sex part that makes
those guys special. It's other things that you feel and that you remember
too."

   I found much of what he said very thought provoking, and we talked very
openly about a lot of things.  My curiosity got the better of me, and I had
to ask if he had a lover.

   "Oh yes," he said with a happy smile, "for over four years now.  It's
wonderful."  He didn't offer any more on that subject, and I felt much too
shy to ask.

   As we neared Albuquerque, I brazened it out and asked about the special
person he was going to meet.  Because he'd said he had a lover, I couldn't
help but wonder about it.

   "You think I've got a secret admirer or something?" he said with a big
grin, then turned serious. Then he admitted that he was meeting his brother
who he hadn't seen for a number of years.

   "Duke and I had a big falling out when our Dad died," he explained, "and
of course he wasn't too keen about having a fag for a brother either.
We've made contact again of late, and this is a chance for us to get
together and try being friends again."  I was more embarrassed for having
asked, and said so.

   "No harm," he answered honestly, "but I am sorry about sticking you in a
hick town like this.  I'm afraid there's not much to do."  I assured him
that I wasn't bothered about it at all and that I intended just to get a
good night's sleep in a bed.



33.

   We had made such good time that we got into Albuquerque by about
three-thirty and didn't have to leave again until seven the next morning.
We each got a sleeping room, and I chucked my things and took a nap.  I rap
on the door wakened me, but it was just Tommy telling me he was leaving and
that he'd meet me in the coffee shop the next morning.  A glance at my
watch told me I'd slept for about an hour and a half.

   I thought about just going back to bed, but decided that I wasn't really
that sleepy.  Lying there on the bed, I went over in my mind what Tommy had
said about lovers and things.  I didn't really understand completely what
he'd meant, but then I thought about how much I liked Greg and how turned
on I'd been since meeting Tony, and some of it began to make
sense. Finally, I decided to quit worrying about it, so I walked down to
the showers and took a long, steamy one.  I didn't see anyone in the
showers at all.

   The short nap, the great shower and clean clothes made me feel a lot
better.  I realized that the day and night driving had thoroughly distorted
my sense of time, and though the clock said it was dinner time, I wasn't
hungry at all.  I was thirsty though, so I inquired at the desk and learned
there was a bar in the small restaurant just across the frontage road.  It
made for an easy decision.

   I had a couple of beers in the bar and then had an unusually good dinner
in the restaurant.  It was almost like home cooking and after being on the
road so much, it really tasted good.  It's never fun to eat alone, but at
least that night when I finished my meal I felt it hadn't been that bad.

   I went for a walk after dinner, circling around the huge truck parking
area.  I didn't pay much attention to anyone, though I realized there were
people in some of the truck cabs.

   As I came around the last truck, I was surprised that the driver's door
was standing open.  Then I realized there was a guy sitting in the driver's
seat but with his legs hanging out the door.

   "How about helpin' me out with this here, boy?" the man said, startling
me.  He was probably about forty, but extremely lean and trim.  His hair
was almost black and very curly, and his eyes were dark too.  He was
dressed in a tee shirt and levis, the bulging crotch of which he was
rubbing as he spoke.

   "Whadda ya say?  How about making this feel good for me?"

   His words caught me off guard, but it wasn't that I didn't understand
what he meant.

   "I don't know," I said for lack of anything else coming into my head.

   "Come on.  It's hot and it sure won't take me long to pop?" The guy's
voice had an anxious tone.  He rubbed his crotch suggestively.

   "Sorry," I said finally, "but I don't go for one-way action, man."  I
figured I should sound sure of myself at least.

   "Come on, then," he said, "hop up in the sleeper and you can fuck me
after you suck my rod a little."

   There was something appealing about the guy. I mean he was good looking
in an extremely masculine way, and nothing put me off about the big bulge
he was stroking.  I walked around to the passenger side and he quickly
opened the door.  Once I was inside, I helped him put up the canvas window
cover and he switched on a light in the sleeper.

   "I really need to get my nuts off," he said in a soft, sort of sexy
voice.  I reached to grope the bulge in his pants and found more than a
handful.

   "Well let's get our clothes off," I said, "no way we can fuck up here."
He winced slightly and I figured he thought maybe he wouldn't have to put
out to get his dick sucked.  That annoyed me, to tell the truth, but I
figured I'd just go ahead and see what happened.  In a way, the fact that
he might try to get out of it made me want to get off even more than I had
in the first place.

   We slid our pants down and he was first to move up into the sleeper.  He
was stretched out on his back when I started climbing up, and I got a good
look at just how well he was built.

   That long, lean body was as good an example of well-toned muscle as
you're likely to see on a forty-year-old guy.  Slim but well defined, his
chest and arms bulged with muscles and his stomach was as flat as a board.
His legs looked strong and muscular.  Curly dark hair flowed from his chest
down to his crotch, from which sprouted a thick, uncut cock which hung down
in front of very heavy balls.  The foreskin hid the head of his dick
momentarily, but even soft, the guy's cock was good sized.

   "You've got a big one, don't you," I murmured, then felt myself
unconsciously lick my lips.

   "It needs sucking bad, man," the guy answered, touching his dick
lightly.

   Just reacting to that, the head of the guy's dick pushed forward through
the foreskin and was clearly visible as the shaft lengthened and thickened.

   "Uh-huh," I kind of mumbled, eyeing the great looking dick as it grew
and thick blue veins popped out up and down the long, thick shaft.

   Moving forward, I hungrily gulped the guy's big dick into my mouth and
started sucking it.  It smelled and tasted wonderfully clean and fresh, and
something about the way this scene was happening made it rather exciting. I
moaned softly as the long, very thick organ filled my mouth and the
sensitive head got uncovered as his foreskin slid back.

   "Oh shit," the guy gasped, "that feels so fuckin' good."

   For my part, I loved having the guy's thick rod in my mouth and as I
raced up and down the shaft, poking my nose into the guy's thickly haired
crotch, the head of his hot cock slipped down into my throat and I had it
all.

   Something told me that if I kept sucking him for very long that would be
the end of it.  It wasn't that I didn't trust the guy. I just had the
feeling that unless I made a move now, he'd never make good on his part of
the bargain.

   I let his cock slip from my mouth.

   "Don't stop, man," he moaned.  "Come on, I need to get off bad."

   "What about me?" I asked. "We had a deal, didn't we?"

   The look on his face told me the idea didn't really appeal, and I
quickly considered whether I really cared that much about getting off.  It
wasn't that I was so horny, but the guy did have me pretty turned on so I
took a couple of more deep slides on his tasty dick to keep him interested,
and then backed off again.

   As I did, he cocked his knee and gave me a clear view of his hairy ass
cleft. Something in my brain clicked, and I moved between his legs and
began licking up and down his cleft and all around his asshole.  He jumped
suddenly, so I grabbed the cheeks of his ass and buried my face in his
cleft, working my tongue against his sensitive skin.

   "Oh shit," he cried, feeling himself rimmed for the first time, as I
learned later, "That feels wild, man."

   I kept at it and soon had him hotter than hell. He responded by writhing
against me and the bed until his body actually started to tremble.

   "Go ahead and fuck me, huh," he cried. "Fuck my ass and then finish
sucking my dick, huh? I'm really hot to blow my load, man."

   In response to my question, he dug out an almost new tube of KY from
somewhere in the back of the sleeper and handed it to me.  I quickly lubed
my cock and added some to the saliva around his hole.  I pushed my shorts
down and my very stiff pole popped up to attention.

   "Jesus Christ, you've got a fuckin' baseball bat there," he cried. "No
way I can take that thing."

   "Relax," I countered, then lifted his legs to my shoulders and was just
positioning the head of my cock at his opening when he spoke in a whisper.

   "Ram it in me. That's the easiest way to get goin'."

   "You mean it?" I asked, pushing just the head into his very tight hole.

   "Yeah." he answered, wincing at the entry.  It puzzled me, but I figured
it surely wasn't the first time and that he knew what worked for him.

   Once I felt the head of my cock was well in him, I pulled back slightly
then pushed about four inches more of my cock into his tight hole. His ass
was extremely hot and as I drove my cock in, his pulsating sheath quivered
against my stiff rod.

   "Oh God it's so fuckin' big!" he cried, and a fiercely pained look
crossed his face.

   I stopped and would have pulled out, but he grabbed my hips to hold my
cock inside him. I knew he was in pain, despite what he'd said, so I just
waited, holding my cock steady in his ass for several minutes until I felt
his body relax.

   "It's okay now," he moaned. "Fuck me however you want. It's okay now."

   I started stroking my cock in and out of his ass and as he continued to
relax, was soon pistoning the full eight inches into him as I felt the heat
of his ass surround my cock.

   He didn't make any sound at all nor did he as I fucked deep into his
body. His total lack of response really puzzled me.  Then I noticed that
his cock had softened totally. I glanced at his face but saw no sign of
reaction.  His eyes were closed tightly.

   Suddenly I understood. He wasn't enjoying it at all. He was just lying
there, getting fucked. He was getting nothing good from it, and he was
completely uninvolved.  Then, of course, I wasn't enjoying it all that much
either because to me it's only fun if the other guy wants it too.

   I considered just pulling out and forgetting the whole thing, but the
wild sensations of his tight ass made me think instead about trying to
change things to get a positive response.

   I changed the depth and direction of my strokes, seeking ways to excite
him. Stroking certain ways caused him to moan loudly, and suddenly he
opened his eyes and stared at me as if through a haze. I kept fucking his
ass in the ways to which he reacted positively, and I was glad when he
reached for his cock and started stroking it. At least we were making
progress.

   Then his whole body motion changed. His face grew animated, and he
seemed to start liking the way I was fucking him.  He started moaning and
groaning with every stroke.  When I felt myself getting close, I slowed the
pace in hopes of delaying my climax until he was closer himself.

   He started shoving his ass back to meet my strokes, and it was like he
was trying to pull more of my cock into his ass. I was really getting hot
now.  There was no doubt that he wanted my cock in him, massaging his
prostate and sending pleasurable waves throughout his body. His moans told
me that clearly enough but he never uttered a word.

   I fucked faster and deeper into his ass to meet him, and suddenly I was
at the brink.

   "Oh God," I shouted, "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna shoot this load right up
your ass, man! Take it! Take it all!" I plunged my cock in his ass to its
deepest, and felt the volcanic eruption of my cock start deep in his ass.

   "Mmm," he groaned loudly, and it was clear he was enjoying it too.

   Suddenly, I felt his ass muscles spasming all around my cock wildly. I
looked down at the guy's face and saw his eyes all glazed over, and then as
I watched in amazement, his great cock erupted and shot all over his hairy
chest and stomach. He hadn't said a word as I pumped my load into him.  He
didn't make a sound as his dick shot out his big wad.

   When my eruption ended and my cock started to soften in his ass, he
still hadn't made a sound. Finally, I made my cock throb in his ass and
spoke to him.

   "Hey, are you alive? Can you hear me?"

   "Oh yeah, I'm alive, believe me," he moaned. "I feel more alive than I
ever have before."

   I started to slide my dick from his ass, but he grabbed my ass and
pulled me back into him.

   "My God, what you did in my ass. That felt so damn good."

   "Good," I commented, "I hoped it would."

   "No, you don't understand.  It never felt good before.  It always hurt
like crazy, but with you it was great after the first couple of minutes."

   "No reason to do it at all, if it doesn't feel good to you."

   "But you fuckin' made me come! You made me come, man!.  Oh shit," he
said after several minutes.  I knew how he felt so I just smiled.

   Minutes passed before he let go of my ass, a gesture I took to mean that
he was ready for me to pull out.

   "Oh," he groaned as it left his ass sheath, "I can't fuckin' believe
it."

   We cleaned ourselves up in silence with wet wash clothes and towels, and
I started to reach for my clothes then remembered.

   "You still want me to suck your dick?" I asked, our eyes meeting for the
first time in some minutes.  "I will if you want me to.  That was part of
our deal."

   "I don't know," he mumbled, "I'm still coming down from what happened,
man, and I can't figure it out."

   I stretched out next to him and relaxed until I hear his breathing
return to normal.  When I turned on my side, our eyes met again.

   "I guess that's it, then," he said quietly, "I must be queer."  I was
startled and asked what he meant.

   "Well, I always figured if I just got a blow job or let a guy fuck me,
it didn't really mean I was queer.  But then I pop my nuts getting fucked.
That about clinches it, don't you think?"

   "I don't think you can decide that on the basis of one incident.  I
mean, maybe I just found the right places inside that made it feel good," I
answered.

   "Feel good?  It was more than that.  It was fuckin' great.  I've never
felt anything as good as that before."

   We talked a long time about the whole subject, during the course of
which I learned his name was Nick.

   From listening to him, I understood for the first time the turmoil some
guys go through in finding their own sexual identity.  He admitted openly
that he preferred coming with a guy sucking his cock to having any kind of
sex with a woman, but he still dreaded admitting that he really preferred
making it with another guy.  As I listened, he expressed every social
objection he'd worried about and how much the whole subject questioned his
very masculinity.

   "I don't think masculinity has anything to do with it," I said, "and
anybody who doesn't see you as masculine is just plain blind.  Besides, I
don't see any reason that I should be blamed if it happens that I prefer
being with another guy."

   At that remark, he smiled suddenly, and I realized just how good looking
a guy he was.

   "Oh fuck, why worry about it," he said finally.  "It was a great feeling
and I'm glad it happened."  He paused a moment before going on.

   "And what about the rest of it?" he asked. I didn't understand and said
so.

   In a flash he'd pushed me onto my back and crawled on top of me.

   "I've always wondered what this would feel like," he murmured as he
pressed his lips against mine and kissed me hard.  It caught me by surprise
but I recovered quickly and returned the favor.  We kissed for several
minutes before he raised his head again.

   "Not bad at all," he murmured, "not at all. In fact, very nice."

   From that moment on, he sure didn't act at all reticent.  Not as we were
kissing and not even later when he tasted my cock for the first time,
repeatedly assuring me it was the first time he'd ever had a guy's cock in
his mouth.

   His lack of skill convinced me of his lack of cocksucking experience,
but while he played at sucking mine, I was delighted to get his long, hot
dick back down my throat. I tried not to hurry things, but as he grew more
comfortable with my rod, he reacted by plunging his cock deep in my throat
in almost perfect pace with my action.

   "Oh God, this is great," he stopped sucking long enough to say, then
quickly stuffed his mouth full of my dick again.  We both kept at it and I
began to feel the rumble in my balls as they readied another outpouring.
He was getting close too. I could almost feel it from the way he moved.

   "I'm getting close," he cried, "but I want you to come first."

   I figured the best way was to take matters in hand which I did, stroking
my cock as I slowly sucked on his delicious meat.  I could feel him licking
and nibbling on my balls and that sent me over the top.

   "Uh-huh," I grunted, and was surprised when he pushed my hand away and
took my dick back in his mouth.  He'd obviously decided to go the whole
way, and that got me hotter than hell.

   In seconds, my dick was spouting another load and I'd just started
firing when his cock erupted, flooding my mouth with hot, sticky nectar.
We got to the finish line at the same time, and for a long while we kept at
it like a couple of calves going after lunch.

   I felt his mouth twitch as he swallowed and I followed suit, feeling his
body sigh and heave as the waves crashed over us. Then with a huge shudder,
it was done and we both fell back against the bed, amid loud sighs.

   Minutes passed in silence, and I hesitated to speak before he did.

   "Man, that was really something," he finally murmured, "really
something."

   "It was great," I offered, meaning it.  His glance met mine and he
smiled.

   "It was okay for you?" he asked and despite my nodding, went on. "I mean
I never did that before, and..."

   "It was great," I repeated, and then a funny thought struck me.

   "You can't say that any more from now on, can you?" I asked with a
chuckle.  For the first time, he grinned happily and laughed aloud.

   "No, no more," he said, "but I'm not sorry about that.  Not at all."

   In the end we both went into the coffee shop and had a cold drink.  He
admitted he was still in some shock, but kept repeating that he was glad
about everything that had happened.  We parted amicably, and I wished him
good luck.  When all was said and done, it been fun for both of us, I
think.

   I recorded the incident and my feelings about it in my diary, noting
that I guessed I was very lucky that my own 'coming out' didn't cause me
the trauma that it does to some guys.  I'll never know for sure whether
Nick came out all the way or retreated back to his closet, but I had no
remorse about my part in helping him at least get the door ajar.

    When I related what had happened to Tommy the next morning as we headed
back onto the road, he listened with obvious amusement, making only one
comment.

   "That's the trouble with you smart-ass young hunks," he said with a
chuckle, "you're always adding to the competition by bringing these guys
out."

   When I protested that he probably didn't like 'trade' either, all he did
was give me an amused grin.

   He said his visit with his brother had gone well and we drove on in a
relaxed, friendly atmosphere.  And it's a good thing.  Arizona and New
Mexico may be lovely states if you're a golfer, a tourist or a diehard
sun-lover, but for a truck driver, dealing with the glare of the sun off
the sand and the intense outside heat, they're a pain.  We each drove our
allotted time and I was very glad when we got to California and started
seeing more green again.

     Neither of us mentioned sex as such, though it did seem to me that
Tommy took a long time at one truck stop where we stopped for fuel and a
restroom stop.  Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on my part.



34.

   I dropped Tommy off at the truck yard on the outskirts of San Diego a
couple of hours ahead of schedule.

   "You're a good partner, Joe," he said as he gathered his stuff and
jumped down from the truck, "it's been a pleasure.  I hope we can get to be
good friends."  We shook hands and I thanked him for what he'd said, really
meaning it.

   "And I'm proud of myself for keeping my hands to myself," he said with a
big grin, "but you don't know just how tempting it's been."

   "I just figured you weren't interested," I said honestly.

   "If only you knew," he said, letting his voice trail off, and I could
tell he wasn't going to say anything more.  Instead, we both smiled and
laughed, and I watched his sexy ass as he walked into the building before I
headed back out onto the highway again.

   I made my delivery in San Diego with no major problem.  I'd heard a lot
about all the California cities through the years, but I can assure you
that driving a truck through anywhere is no way to see things.  Sure, it
may be beautiful, but not when you're trying to negotiate traffic in an
eighteen-wheeler.

   With an empty trailer, but feeling very horny perhaps as a result of
being with Tommy, I pulled the truck into the lot of the San Diego Truck
Center.  Actually, Tony had told me about this motel/truck center which he
said was convenient and a good place to stay.  The place was huge, with at
least ten or more repair bays and one of the biggest parking lots I'd ever
seen.  The motel seemed to be modern and looked nice, so I parked my rig
and rented a room for the night.  I figured I owed myself a good night's
sleep in a real bed after the last several days, so I headed in to see
about a room.  To add to my pleasure, the guy at the desk was a real hunk.

   He was a gorgeous Latino and his dark flashing eyes really turned me on.
Come to think of it, just about everything about him turned me on.  His
broad face had excellent features and the small mustache he wore added to
the strong look of his features.

   He wasn't real tall but his body sure caught my attention.  He was
strongly built with broad shoulders and a very narrow waist.  His ass was
full and muscular and the bulge in his tight uniform pants was well
defined.  I took all this in while I waited my turn at the counter.  I was
last in line so I stood there alone when he got to me.  The name tag on his
uniform shirt said Emilio, but he spoke very good English as he greeted me.
I couldn't fail to notice how his glance took me in very thoroughly but
quickly.  I explained that I wanted a room.

   "The biggest bed you've got," I added, trying to sound clever as I
added, "I really like to spread out when I sleep."  He smiled again.

   "Only got one size bed," he answered with a soft Texas twang, "but I'll
give you the best room I've got."

   "Thanks," I answered, "that's real friendly of you."  He glanced up from
his papers quickly and our eyes met again for just a second.

   "You're a long way from home, huh?" Emilio asked calmly, still filling
out forms from my license ID.

   "Sure am," I answered, then went on in a low voice, "far from home and
lonely."

   "Well, you'll find this a pretty friendly place," he said very quietly.
"There's lots of friendly people around here."

   He made quick work of checking me in and handed me a room key without
another word.  I couldn't think of anything else to say that wasn't too
obvious so I took the key, thanked him and headed up to the room.

   It was a very nice room indeed.  Not next to the ice machine or the
elevator, and away from the side where the highway ran.  I chucked my few
belongings in the room and had a steaming hot shower.  I couldn't get the
handsome young Latin out of my head, especially while I was giving my cock
and balls a very thorough and pleasant soaping.  As I got dressed in my
tightest 501's, I made sure that what I had to show was well displayed and
decided to at least have another try at meeting him.  If not him, I'd check
into the rest of the guys at the stop.

   As I walked down the stairs, Emilio was alone at the desk and there was
no one else around.  He looked up at me and smiled.  I shivered slightly as
I felt his gaze undressing me, and that did it.  Now was the time to make
my move.

   "Thanks for the nice room," I said quietly, draping myself over the desk
as well as I could to get a good look at him.

   "Glad you like it," he answered with a great smile.

   "Tell you what," I went on, "how about I buy you a beer when you get off
work, just to say thanks.  You get off pretty soon?"

   "I get off in twenty-five minutes," Emilio answered, glancing up at the
clock behind him, "but they don't sell beer in the truck stop."  At first I
thought he was saying no and felt stymied.  He was smoother than I was,
though, and after just a minute he went on.

   "There's a bar a couple of miles down the road,," he said.  "They don't
have any truck parking but if you want you can ride with me."

   That was heading in the right direction but another thought crossed my
mind.

   "I hate to leave my rig like that," I said, trying to sound serious, and
let it sink in for a minute before going on.

   "Hey, how about you go and pick up some beer and we'll have it in my
room."  Now was that obvious or what.

   He gave me a long, appraising look which seemed to ask if I meant what
he thought I meant.  I gave him my best smile.

   "Okay," he said, "I'll bring back the beer and have one with you, but
I'll have to bring it in the back door.  I can't walk upstairs through
here."  He asked what kind of beer I wanted, so I said whatever he liked
best and started to reach for some money.

   "You like Mexican or American beer?" he asked as I handed him a five
dollar bill.

   "I like both Mexican and American stuff," I answered, thinking I was
clever, "how about you?"  He didn't answer.  He just smiled.

   "See you later," he said finally and I smiled and nodded.  I bought a
paper in the concession shop and headed back upstairs, nodding and smiling
to Emilio as I went.

   I finished reading the paper and in my eagerness to see him it felt like
an hour before there was a quiet knock at the door.  I jumped up and opened
it quickly.

   "Sorry I took so long," Emilio said as he entered, "the beer didn't seem
very cold so I got some ice and put it in a cooler I had in my van."

   "Good," I said without thinking how it sounded, "that way it'll be good
and cold for later."

   He didn't answer but he pulled out two cans of beer, brushed the ice
from them and handed me one.  He sat down in the only chair in the room so
I sat opposite him on the bed.  I like all of what I saw, especially his
haunting dark eyes, his easy smile showing perfect, even teeth and, I have
to admit, a very well stuffed basket.

   "This is real friendly of you," I said, trying to break the silence,
"and thanks again for giving me the nice room."

   "Sure," he answered with a smile, taking a first sip of his beer.

   It was awkward, as it usually is in a case like that.  The way he was
looking at me had me convinced me that I was right about him, and I admit I
was pretty much eating him up with my eyes too.  We made a try at
conversation but weren't getting very far.  Then, just as he was finishing
his beer, he stood and I was afraid he was going to leave.

   "Don't leave," I said, trying not to sound like I was pleading, but he
just smiled again.

   "Okay," he said, "but I gotta get rid of some of this beer.  It really
goes right through me."  He headed into the bathroom and even though he
closed the door I could hear the gushing sound of him relieving himself.
As he walked back into the room, I thought that bulge showing down the leg
of his pants was getting bigger, and figured it was my chance.

   "Damn," I said, trying to sound casual, "they sure make those uniforms
tight, don't they?"  I nodded in the direction of his bulging crotch and
waited for a reply.

   "Uh-huh," he said quietly as he walked toward me very slowly, "you wear
your jeans pretty tight too."

   "They are, aren't they," I agreed with a smile, stretching out my legs.

   "What say we get more comfortable?" I asked, sounding more timid than I
meant it.

   "Uh-huh," he answered.  Neither of us moved, and he was standing just a
couple of feet from where I sat on the edge of the bed.

   I stood up and looked him straight in the eyes.  We were both sure now,
but it was up to me to make something happen.  That was the easy part as I
leaned down and sought his full, soft lips with my own.  Nothing more was
said as our bodies were smashed together with not an inch of space between
us.

   Wow!  Could that dude kiss.  His soft lips gave way to my tongue and he
quickly returned the favor and forced his deep toward my tonsils.

   Holding him tightly, I let my hands wonder over his strong back and down
the his well muscled ass.  His butt was firm and tight and I felt him
quiver slightly and moan almost silently as I grabbed his ass with both
hands.  Something told me I'd found Emilio's hot button.

   I could feel his cock poking against my leg, and my own was hard as a
rock and uncomfortably confined.

   "Come on, man," I said finally, moving away from his sexy lips, "let's
get out of these clothes."

   I grabbed the buckle of his belt and quickly undid his pants, pushing
hard on the zipper to slide it open.  He was undressing me at the same time
but I was quicker. I managed to get his shirt unbuttoned to expose his
strong, hairless chest before I tackled getting his pants off.

   "Beautiful," I mumbled as I ran my hands down the smooth skin of his
chest.  Pushing down his pants was accomplished most easily by crouching
and I managed to drag his jockeys down with his pants.

    "Oh yeah," he said softly as his cock, freed from confinement bounced
up toward my face.

   "Yes indeed," I countered as I faced his heavy equipment.  His cock was
long, thick and uncut.  The large mushroom shaped head poked out from its
covering foreskin and a large drop of pre-cum stood in the slit.  It was
beautiful and I wanted it bad!

   My tongue tasted the smooth skin of his cock and I grabbed a handful of
his balls as I quickly sucked the head into my mouth.  He jumped and I knew
then how sensitive the uncovered head must be.  I tongued all over and
around his meat, driving him crazy, before I took as much as I could of his
huge cock into my mouth.

   I couldn't take it all in that position and he was trying to pull me
back up to a standing position.  Instead I wrapped my arms around his hips
and pulled up and back, so both of us ended up on the bed.

   Face to face again, kissing him was the most right thing that ever
happened.  He felt warm and sexy and had me wildly excited.  He was also
very strong, as I found out when he pushed me over onto my back and
practically ripped my knit shirt off over my head.

   "My turn," he said as he moved between my legs and pulled my jeans down
to my knees.  I wasn't wearing shorts so nothing kept my eight-inch pride
and joy from waving like a flag pole above my curly hairs.

   "Wow," he moaned as his strong hands squeezed stroked my cock and balls,
"your dick's huge, man."

   "So is yours," I countered as I swung around and managed to get back to
fondling his heavy balls and sucking his big, thick cock.

   We made love for about forty minutes, and it was as intense and
passionate as anything I'd ever known.  We kissed each other.  We played
with and sucked each other's cocks, stopping only to finish stripping off
our clothes, for the whole time, and the intensity of it makes me remember
it as if in a kaleidoscope.

   There was the wonderful moment when I finally succeeded in sliding all
seven and a half inches of his wonderfully thick cock down into my throat.
He groaned and his body shook as my lips touched the curly hair of his
crotch and I make sure I held it there as long as I could.

   There was another moment, in the middle of a long, languorous kiss, when
my cock slipped between his legs and I felt his urgent reaction of pleasure
as my shaft slid hard and wet up the crack of his ass.

   As we reached a point of no return, we both were deep-throating the
other's cock wildly, as our cocks throbbed from the intensity of it all.
From some hidden inspiration, I quickly wet two fingers with spit. I shoved
the first one into his exposed burning asshole and he jumped for a second
then ground his ass back against my finger.  I'd obviously found a hot
button so I slid the second finger in to join its brother and that sent
Emilio right over the edge.

   With mighty force, he jammed his ass back against my fingers again then
fucked all of his massive cock down my throat and his cock swelled even
bigger as it started shooting.  I moved back quickly to taste his steaming
load as it sprayed and splashed against the inside of my mouth, tasting
deliciously hot and creamy.

   That in turn got me hotter than hell and it was only a matter of a few
moments before I joined in the fireworks.  He never stopped swallowing my
cock as he siphoned me dry, nursing the last drops up to the head and
licking them off with his tongue.

   We both fell back against the bed, drenched with sweat.  I kept both
fingers up his searing hole as he moved back up and we kissed for many more
minutes, not sated even then.

   "Oh God, that was great," he said finally and our eyes met close up.
His tender lips found mine again, effectively silencing my agreement for
yet more minutes.

   As we calmed down and our breathing returned to normal, I started to
withdraw my fingers.

   "Don't," he said, his eyes looking deep into mine, "I mean...I want you
to fuck me...the right way, I mean."

   "And I want to," I answered, smiling as I kissed the tip of his nose,
"but I need to rest up a minute after that."

   We both laughed and we finally got up from the bed to clean up a little
and sit down with another cold beer.

   "See," Emilio said as he savored his first gulp of beer, "that cooler
was a good idea, huh?"  I agreed without hesitation.

   We talked and cuddled together sitting on the bed as we finished the
six-pack, and until I felt things had to be said.

   "Emilio, I've got to leave here tomorrow morning," I said finally,
looking with frank pleading into his beautiful brown eyes.  "and I hate
that I have to.  Please stay with me tonight."  He didn't answer right away
but sat tracing the hair on my forearm with his strong fingers.

   "I very seldom do anything with the drivers who come through here
because I hate one night stands so much," he said finally in a very quiet
voice, and my heart sank at the thought of his leaving.

   "But I want to be with you too," he went on finally, "so I'll stay."



35.

   We both showered and decided to go out to dinner.  Emilio took me to a
great Mexican restaurant where he seemed to know a lot of people.  When I
commented on it, his answer was the simplest possible.

   "That's easy to explain.  My family's owned this restaurant for forty
years," he said.  "They also own the truck stop."  I was surprised and said
so.

   "That's why I'm working there," he added. "Someday I hope to take over
running it.  That reminds me, my uncle Pete happened to see your truck.  He
remembers a Dave Snyder who used to drive.  Is he one of the owners?"

   "He's the owner. Why?"

   "I just asked," Emilio said, "my uncle said he was a great guy.  It's
unusual for him to remember any driver by name.  That's why I remembered
it."

   We had a great time at dinner.  He'd seemed bright and intelligent and
once I knew the whole story, our conversation changed dramatically. I
explained what I was doing and my plans to go back to school in the Fall
and he was very encouraging.

   "You did seem different from the other truck drivers," he said with a
broad smile.  I couldn't help but smile back.

   We drove back to the truck stop and again, Emilio insisted on using the
back stairs.  I chided him a little about it once we got into the room.

   "Look, gringo," he said affecting a heavy accent but grinning broadly,
"you don't seem to mind that my family was Mexican but a lot of the guys
do.  I don't need that kind of trouble."  It bothered me that I understood
what he meant.

   Alone together again seemed the most natural thing in the world and we
were soon locked in a passionate embrace as our lips and tongues continued
their mutual exploration.  The sensations of our kissing went straight to
my dick which quickly stood at full attention again.  When I felt his long
pole throb against my leg, I suggested that we shed our clothes again and
this time we opened the bed and climbed between the sheets properly.

   The warmth and velvety feel of his skin excited me wildly.  I couldn't
help exploring every inch of his body as we kissed again and again.  When
we stopped and opened our eyes, it was almost as if I could see his soul in
the deep pools of his dark eyes.

   And what I saw was heavy lust and desire.  I knew just how he felt
because I wanted him that much myself.  I pulled him over on top of me and
wrapped my arms around him, cupping his strong, muscular butt cheeks with
my hands.  His eyes never wavered from mine and when I snaked my fingers
into the crack of his ass, his gaze widened even as he was nodding.

   "Oh yes, I want you there," he whispered. "Take me that way."

   The words of sex often move us to intensity, but the words of love move
us to a tender passion which excites even more.  As we kissed and slithered
against each other, we silently moved in parallels until my legs were
between his and his were nearly wrapped around my waist.

   But we never moved away from touching lips and exploring tongues and the
kissing enhanced all the other body contact.  When finally he spat into his
hand and reached down to wet my dick with his saliva we'd neared an almost
fever pitch.  The excitement was so great that as he guided my cock into
position to enter him, I could feel my dick throbbing in anticipation.

   "Oh God, I want you," he whispered fervently as he guided the head of my
cock into his hot, tight opening. As the head went in, the heat of his
insides were almost more than I could stand.

   "Oh, it's so big," he moaned as a slight grimace crossed his face.

   "Take it easy," I said, trying to sound calm even as my heart raced in
my chest from the excitement of him.

   I let him do it all.  He moved back to take another inch of my cock and
I held still as his body relaxed to accept it.  Then another inch, and the
searing heat of his insides scalded my cock with the most delicious
sensations.

   "Kiss me," he whispered, "kiss me, man."

   "Oh yes," I answered as I pulled him toward me and our lips met again in
a deep and sensuous encounter.

   "Put it in me now," he whispered.  Ignoring him for the moment, we
kissed again, even deeper.  Pushing forward only slightly, I felt him
drawing my cock into him.  In a flash of heat and tightness, the full
length of my cock was inside him.  The feeling was incredible as he held my
dick completely inside his body.

   "Hold me...don't move just yet," he cautioned, and I held perfectly
still, caressing his back and arms tenderly.  The silkiness of his skin
made my blood boil, and I kissed him with more passion and desire than I'd
ever known before.  We stayed locked together like that for several minutes
before either of us moved or said a word.  Finally, Emilio spoke.

   "I'm yours now," he whispered as his eyes looked deeply into mine and I
saw again the lust and desire in his eyes.

   For the first time, I pulled my dick back and stroked forward into the
fiery furnace of his body.  He moaned quietly, closing his eyes and
shuddering as my dick drove past his prostate, a man's deepest and most
sensitive part.

   I watched him carefully but there was no look of discomfort on his face.
Instead, a look of almost blissful peace was clear from his eyes and he
smiled gently.

   Slowly and carefully, I stroked my eight-inches into him, slowly growing
surer of how to excite him even more.  When I started to move him over on
his back so I could position us for more active fucking, he whispered
quietly to me.

   "Don't hurry.  Make it last as long as you can.  Please.  It feels so
wonderful."

   It wasn't an easy request to honor.  From the moment my prong had
reached full penetration, I'd been in danger of coming.  Only my desire to
make it last for him kept me from exploding right then and there.

   Once we were in position with Emilio on his back, I found I had greater
control.  By slowing or altering the pace a little, I felt I could hold off
for awhile.  But in the meantime, I made sure everything I did was the way
it would excite Emilio to the fullest.

   We fucked, we stopped to kiss and cuddle, and then we fucked some more.
As I picked up the pace again, Emilio looked at me and whispered again.

   "Oh my!" he whispered, "I'm getting very close.  You're gonna make me
come!  Fuck me so we both come."  I smiled and nodded.

   That's when I started fucking hot and fast.  My cock was pistoning in
and out of his ass at an incredible speed, with every stroke plunging to
the the fullest depth, and Emilio was loving every moment.

   "Oh yeah, make me yours," he whispered again. "Fuck me with that big
cock!"

     We raced on toward the brink.  When my balls jerk up toward my body I
knew that my eruption was near.  I reached for his huge cock to stroke it
in rhythm.

   My cock had become a driving piston now and I rammed its full length up
Emilio's ass repeatedly, burrowing as deeply as I could reach into his
burning innards.  Then with an overwhelming release, I came like a rocket.
My cock jerked violently and, from the depth of my balls, pumped out the
greatest ejaculation of my life.

   "Oh my God," he shouted as my cock pumped its unending stream into the
fiery tunnel of his ass.  "That's the greatest!  Fill me.  Give it to me,
man."

   It seemed like my climax went on forever, but when he called that he was
going to come too, I nearly panicked.

   "Oh yes," he moaned then shouted, "Oh yes, now me!  I'm gonna come too!"

   I did the only thing I could think of.  I pulled my dick slightly from
his hole and bent double to try and get the head of his cock into my mouth.

   "I'm coming for you," Emilio almost shouted and that's when I felt the
first volley of his load hit deep in my mouth.  His creamy load filled my
mouth as I shoved my dick back into him as far as I could.

   That made him moan, and he kept moaning as I sucked his long, thick cock
for all I was worth.  I gloried as his almost sweet, creamy load of
man-juice coated every bit of my mouth and tongue.  At first I couldn't
bear to swallow it, wanting to savor its wonderful taste, then suddenly my
mouth was filling to overflowing.

   Losing even a drop seemed a worse fate, so I swallowed quickly but held
on until the eruptions stopped, swilling his juice around in my mouth
before I swallowed his delicious offering.

   We both collapsed onto our sides again, my cock still firmly planted up
his ass.  We kissed passionately, our hearts pounded and my flesh tingled
at Emilio's nearness.  My whole body seemed to shudder at the intensity,
and my mind raced as all the sensations raged through me.  I was as near to
heaven as I had any reason ever to hope to be.

   It would be a mistake to say we got much sleep that night.  We got up
and took a long, lingering shower after a half hour or so, then went back
to bed.  Emilio got there first and lay with his long but now soft cock
hanging down over his huge balls between his legs.

   "You're one sexy guy," I said, standing at the foot of the bed and
admiring his strong body.  It excited me tremendously and I surprised him
by crawling up between his legs and starting to suck his cock again.

   I loved making it grow longer and harder as I sucked on it, and
carefully resisted his tempting me to turn around.  I wanted to suck his
cock and nothing was going to stop me.  When, after a quarter hour or so,
he finally could hold back no longer, I siphoned yet another load of his
delicious man cream down my gullet.

   Only then, with him fully sated, did I climb back in bed to cuddle and
make love to him again until sleep overtook us.

   I slept that night as if drugged, and woke with Emilio lying spoon
fashion in front of me.  His head was cradled by my shoulder and I felt the
smooth hardness of his body against mine.  A quick glance at the clock told
me I should be getting up but I couldn't bear to wake him.

   When he woke up a few minutes later, we kissed and cuddled until our
throbbing dicks demanded attention again.  We made love, swallowing each
other's rod with more reasoned passion, until we both came again, almost at
the same time.  I swallowed his delicious load deeply and he did the same
with mine.

   As we showered and dressed, it seemed that neither of us wished to say
the words we knew were coming.

   "I'll try to come back," I finally whispered quietly as I watched him
comb his thick, dark hair, "but I don't know when."

   He smiled, trying to look cheerful.

   "I hope so," he said quietly, "I like the way you make me feel.  It's
good."

   "I know what you mean," I said and I meant it.  We kissed again and
again, not wanting it to end.  Being with him had been both exciting and
satisfying.


To be continued in part 5.