I have been fascinated by truck drivers from the time I knew I was gay.
Just the thought of all that power behind the wheel of such a big piece of
machinery made my mouth water. I think my fascination was fueled by
something that almost happened but didn't when I was in my early twenties. I
was working in a discount store where I had been working since graduation
from college. I lived in a small town in the south and in those days it
wasn't uncommon for a boy in his twenties to be inexperienced in a lot of
I'm a little guy, 5 foot 8 with sandy blond hair and blue eyes. I was
shy in those days and pretty much kept to myself. At that point in my life I
had had a few experiences in college, but nothing major. I was working one
night and it was almost 9, which is when the store closed. I was stocking
the shelves getting ready for the new day when out of the corner of my eye I
noticed a big burly man kind of looking at me. I never thought much about it
and went about my work, but the next time I looked up he was still staring at
"May I help you? " I asked as I moved around the corner and came face to
face with my admirer for the first time. This guy was tall, about 6 ft two
with black hair and a beard and mustache. He was solid and weighed about 230
pounds. He was wearing jeans and a white shirt with a store emblem on the
front." Actually I need to find someone to take care of me," he said as he
turned over the merchandise he had been looking at. I wasn't sure I heard
him correctly so I said "excuse me?"
"I need to find someone to take care of me because its fixin to get
longer," I couldn't believe what i was hearing. Did he mean what I thought
he meant? My head was reeling with the possibilities. I quickly changed the
subject, something that I regret to this day, and asked him if he was a truck
driver. He said yes and that he had just dropped a big load in the back of
the store, another opening that I wouldn't appreciate or completely understand
until much later. I ignored his comment and made small talk about what it
was like to be a truck drive. He eventually tired of our conversation and
since he wasn't going to get what he wanted soon made his way out of the isle
and toward the front of the store to pay for his purchases.
I stood in my tracks not knowing what to say or do. By the time I
realized what was going on, it was too late. I ran to the front of the store
only to see him leaving and not looking back. I hightailed it to the
employees mens room and went into one of the stalls. I couldn't jerk off
fast enough. I had one of the best orgasms i had had up till that point and
was shaking as my cum squirted into the toilet and all over the floor. I was
lucky to still be standing. Nothing like that had ever happened to me. From
that day forward I had this fantasy of making it with a truck driver. That
fantasy finally came true some 20 years later.
I was traveling from Tennessee to Illinois with my cousin to see some
other relatives and just relax for a few days. My cousin Bill was doing the
driving and we had been on the road for about 10 hours when he decided he
needed a short nap before he drove the rest of the way. He pulled over to
what looked like a truck stop. It wasn't a rest stop, no bathrooms or
vending machines, it was nothing more than a wide spot off the side of the
I told Bill I was going to get out and stretch my legs and let him have
the car to himself for a while. He was too tired to argue. I got out and
started walking. The first thing I noticed was that there were about 8 to 10
trucks lined up close together and two or three that were positoned off to
the side, away from the other 18 wheelers. I had the sudden urge to take a
piss and since there were no restrooms, I made my way past the farthest
trucks intent on finding a tree to relieve myself.
It wasn't hard to find a tree, we were out in no mans land or so it
seemed. I did my business and was headed back in the direction of the car
when I noticed the truck closest to me had the passenger door open. As I got
closer I noticed a figure standing inside the door. He was about 6 feet
tall, blond hair with a mustache and beard. He was slim and was only wearing
a white t shirt and blue running shorts. When I was about 10 feet away he
motioned me over.
"How's it going?" he asked with a smile that was very attractive. I
proceeded to tell him about my destination and we just made small talk for a
couple of minutes. Then without warning he took off his t shirt and looked
to see if anyone was close by. When he was satisfied that we were alone he
stepped out of his shorts and was standing in front of me totally nude with a
very thick 8 inch hard on pointing right at me. I was determined not to make
the mistake I made the first time so i wasted no time in stepping closer and
taking his rock hard cock in my mouth and down my throat
He was moaning in no time flat. He put his hands on the back of my head
and started pumping for all he was worth. I love to have my face fucked and
this guy knew what he was doing. After a couple of minutes of slamming his
cock down my throat he pulled out and motioned for me to climb inside the
truck. He didn't have to ask me twice. Once I was inside the truck he told
me to take off my clothes and join him in the sleeping compartment.
I didn't waste any time because I wasn't sure how long my cousin would
remain a sleeping beauty. I climbed up into the sleeping compartment and
crawled up between his legs. I immediately took the head of his cock into my
mouth while I rubbed my hands across his hairy chest. "Yeah take that truck
drivers cock. Show me how much you like suckin this truck drivers big cock."
he said while I was sliding up and down his pole.
"I bet you'd liek this truckdrivers cock up your ass, wouldn't you
cocksucker?' he asked while his left hand moved around and found the crack of
my ass. I never stopped sucking, I just moaned my approval. All of a sudden
there was a knock on the door. He told me to be quiet and moved to the front
of the cab. I was terrified. I just knew my cousin had awakened and was
looking for me. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard a womans' voice
asking him if he wanted to party. She apparently was a prostitute who
canvassed the truck stops for tricks. He politely declined and climbed back
into the sleeper where I lay on my back.
He didn't say a word. He reached for a condom, quickly placed it on his
cock and in one swift move raised my legs over my head and drove that thick 8
inch cock up my eager ass. It hurt like hell at first. It had been awhile
since I'd been fucked and I had never had anything that thick inside me. I
groaned, partly from pleasure, partly from pain. He held still while my ass
adjusted to his size. When he was sure I was okay he raised my feet higher
till they were planted on the roof of the sleeper and proceeded to pile drive
me with that massive tool of his.
I was in heaven. I couldn't believe this guy. He was a real pro. He knew
exactly what buttons to hit. He had one speed, fast and hard. He never let
up, in fact the closer he got to cumming the faster he plowed into me. He
let out a deep growl like a bear and slammed into me one last time. He was
shaking and so was I. I had never before been as completely fucked as I was
that day. He lay on top of me till his breathing slowed, then he climbed off
and proceeded to get dressed. While I was dressing we talked about how he
was divorced with a small boy that he didnn't get to see often. He was a
really nice guy. After I was dressed he gave me a big bear hug . He then
opened the door and I was on my way back to the car.
When I reached the car my cousin was standing outside smoking a cigarette.
I asked him if he had a nice nap and he said that he did and he was ready to
drive the rest of our trip. I climbed into the passenger seat and a strange
smell hit my nose. It was the smell of cheap knock off perfume. It seemed
that the local prostitute had found a partying partner after all. He flashed
me a knowing smile and we were quickly on our way. I've had fantasies
fullfilled over the years, but none will top being topped by a truck driver.