It was a Friday night and I was in the mood for some hot male sex, which isn't uncommon for me. I debated whether I should go to the bars and see the same old crowd or cruise other places for something new.
I have always been turned on by hot sexy truckers and decided to cruise the local truck stop. I'm glad I did.
I'm Mark Roberts, by the way. I'm twenty-seven and have loved sex with other males since I was fifteen. I love sex any way my partner wants it.
I arrived at the truck stop about eight and after checking out the two restrooms, which were empty, I walked through the store area to the restaurant.
Looking around, I saw a hot young trucker who appeared to be in his mid to late twenties sitting alone at the counter. I walked over and took the seat one away from him.
As I sat down, I noticed him look my way and look me over casually. I wondered if he was interested. I knew I was.
I ordered coffee and as the waitress was getting it. I casually asked, "Where're you headed?"
"Here," he replied looking over my way. "I have a load to deliver here but they are closed until Monday morning. I called and told them I'd be about thirty minutes late and asked if someone could wait for me. They refused and said I'd have to wait until Monday."
"Damn! They sound like assholes," I said.
"They are. I've dealt with them many times before. I'm through here regularly."
"So your stuck here all weekend?"
"Yea," he replied. "I'd like to drop my trailer and go catch a movie or something but if you drop your trailer, they have it hauled off. Dropping isn't allowed for any reason."
I introduced myself and as we shook hands he said his name was Clay Davis. I found out that he was indeed in his late twenties, twenty-eight to be exact. He appeared tall and slim although his chest and arms were very muscular. He wore cowboy boots, snug jeans, and a snug tee shirt. Hos arms were hairy and stray hairs showed above the neck of his tee shirt. He was married and had been for six years.
As he ate dinner and I sipped my coffee we continued to talk. He seemed like he was starving for conversation and I was totally enjoying it. He began to open up about his life, and said that he and his wife were having a few problems. He said he couldn't blame her since he got home only about every three to four weeks.
I sat and listened as he talked. Finally, I said I needed to be excused to let out some of the three cups of coffee I had drank. He laughed and said the tea did the same to him. Together we walked to the public restroom, the truckers restroom was off the truckers lounge toward the back.
We stood at the urinals, and empty one between us. There were no privacy partitions between them so viewing each other was easy. I stole a glance toward him and saw him looking over my way. Not so much at me but at my cock. He finished peeing and slowly milked it until I finished.
We returned to the counter for a while and as he got up to leave, he said, "Mark, I'm enjoying our chat. Would you like to come out to my rig and continue it if you don't have anything planned?"
"Sure. I've got nothing on for tonight. Just out killing time."
"You mean a good looking guy like you doesn't have a hot date tonight?"
"Nope. Never found the right one yet," I said intentionally leaving out the sex I was looking for.
He insisted on paying for my coffee as we left. We walked side by side to his rig which was huge.
When I commented on it he said it was custom built.
"Since I'm in this thing more than I'm at home, I had everything I could get put in it. The only thing not in it is a shower." He unlocked the passenger door telling me to 'climb in'. I did as he walked around to the driver's side and got in.
"Let's go in back where it's more comfortable. Feel free to look around."
I followed him into the sleeper compartment and was stunned. I began looking around.
In back was a queen size bed, and around the walls were a closet and cabinet with microwave, refrigerator, small sink with running water, TV and DVD player, desk with captains chair, and on the desk was a laptop computer. Also in a small niche was a chemical toilet. Next to the TV i noticed a DVD case and could make out the first word which was 'Cowboys..' and I could see a nude male on his knees wearing a cowboy hat sucking a cock.
I continued looking around and when I glanced back toward the TV, I noticed that the case had been pushed further back out of sight.
"Fucking nice," I said, "but what do you do for showers?"
"As my grandmother called them, I take a whore's bath."
"A what?" I asked.
Laughing, he said, "A whore's bath. I get the sink full of warm water and use a washcloth and soap and just wash up where needed. Under the arms, crotch and ass and feet. Every two or three days, when I stop at a truck stop, I'll shower. I usually have to pay from five to seven dollars unless I fill up with fuel."
"Unreal," I said. "They actually charge for showers?"
"Oh, yea," he replied. Indicating the captains chair at the desk, he said, "Have a seat and get comfortable."
As I did, he sat on the edge of the bed and took off his boots, then his tee shirt. As expected, his chest was covered with dark brown hair, the same color as his moustache and goatee. His head was shaved.
He began asking about me and I told him what I did for a living and that I had a house I rented about fifteen minutes away and lived alone. If he was into men, I wanted him to know I was available.
We continued talking about things in general and as we did, I noticed him place his right hand over his crotch and ever so slightly begin to fondle himself. Seeing that, my own cock slowly stiffened. He frequently would glance at my crotch.
Then out of nowhere, he said, "It looks like you might be as horny as I am." He then moved his hand, revealing an obvious boner in his jeans.
"Yea, it looks that way," I said. "What do you normally do about it?"
"What ever I can," he said. "How about you?"
"I try to find someone to take care of it for me," I replied.
"I see," he said. Then after a few seconds of silence, he bluntly asked, "You ever let another guy take care of it for you?"
I was thrilled with his question and replied with, "oh yea. How about you?"
"I have no problem letting another guy service me."
"Neither do I. They are usually always better than women."
"Ain't that the fucking truth," he replied smiling.
Then he sat up and reached over and grasped my hard cock and asked, "Would you like for me to take care of that for you?"
"How would you like to take care of it?" I asked.
"Your choice. You can use either hole you want."
"Nice," I said. "I'm the same way."
Hesmiled and leaned toward me. I knew what was coming and leaned toward him and we kissed, our tongues immediately exploring each others mouth.
When the kiss ended, I asked, "You said you couldn't drop your trailer but do you have to stay with your rig?"
"No, I can leave. What are you thinking?"
"If you want to, what about spending the weekend with me at my place?"
"I'd like that very much. I just have to eave them my number in case of an emergency."
He gathered a change of clothes and went in and left his number. Minutes later we pulled up at my house.
We went in and he immediately kissed me again. Soon, we were both totally nude and in my bed.
We kiss and fondled each other before he eventually began licking and kissing my chest, slowly working his way lower. Seconds later he was licking my balls, then eating my ass and fucking me with his tongue before swallowing my cock and sucking me to a fantastic climax. After he swallowed, we kissed again.
I immediately did the same to him and his load was huge and delicious. As we cuddled, he said, "I don't know what brought you to the truck stop, but I'm glad it did."
"I almost went to the bars, but decided I wanted someone new. I wanted you as soon as I saw you."
"Mark, I'm through here frequently. May I see you again?"
"Most definitely," I said. Just give me a call and I'll pick you up at the truck stop."
As we lay there, I asked if his wife knew anything about his activities on the road.
"No, she doesn't. She has brought up the subject of us possibly having a three way with another woman. When I suggested that we could also sometimes have sex with another guy she thought that was sick."
"So it's okay for another woman to join and possibly eat her out and you fuck the other woman but not for her to get fucked by another guy. Weird."
"I know. It's got me wondering if she might possibly be bi."
"Possibly. What about you? how long have you been bi?"
"I started with guys when I was fifteen. A buddy and I started together. We would double date together and if we didn't get anything from our dates, we'd go off and suck or fuck each other. Then when I married, I stopped sex with guys but on the road I had to have some release and went back to it. More and more, I'm wanting sex with guys and less with my wife. When I'm fucking her, I have to think about the guys I've been with recently to even climax. I know it would be best if I came out to her and let what happens happen, but I don't have the nerve."
"I totally understand," I said.
"There have been a couple of other drivers with my company that I've run across that are gay and I have sex with them when we meet up."
We returned to kissing and fondling and soon fucked each other with clay saying how great it felt to have a cock up his ass.
We sucked and fucked all weekend and I hated taking him back to the truck stop. I really liked Clay.
After that, Clay would call when he was about an hour out of town. I'd be waiting for him when he arrived at the truck stop. When he had a delivery for the asshole here in town, he would make sure he was late on Fridays so he could spend the weekend with me.
This went on for over six months when one trip he called and told me he was only going to be in town for the night and wanted to have sex in his rig. I agreed knowing how hot sex with truckers in their sleepers can be.
I met him in the restaurant and after having dinner we went to his rig. After closing the privacy curtains around the side and front windows we both quickly stripped. As we did, I asked why he wanted sex in his sleeper.
"My wife is pushing for a three ay with her best friend from work. She won't discuss a three ay with another man. I've decided to come out to her and whatever happens happens."
"How are you going to do it?" I asked.
Smiling,he held up his iPhone. "Video,"he said.
He began videoing me stripping then I videoed him. As I continued videoing, he dropped to his knees and swallowed my cock sucking me hungrily.
The video ended and we started a second one with him on his back and me sliding my cock up into his ass and him saying how great it felt.
Then on the third video, he was on hos knees and jerking me off. I was videoing him doing so with his mouth open and when I climaxed, he wanted me to make sure I got him taking my cum in his mouth and him swallowing.
Afterward, I eagerly sucked him off and ate his load. Then, I watched as he sent all three of the videos to his wife. A short while later, he received a text from her simply saying "Holy Shit!"
He sent a text back to her admitting he totally enjoyed sex with men and had been since before their marriage and he planned to continue with or without her approval. He ended the text with "If you can't accept it, I'm sorry. File for divorce."
"What do you thnk she'll do?" I asked.
"With her, I have no idea. Only time will tell."
We had sex again, this time with him between my legs, lovingly sucking my cock. I had never seen him like this before. After getting me off, I did the same to him.
About three weeks later, Clay called and I picked him up at the truck stop. As we pulled out, he looked at me and said, "She filed for divorce."
"When I got home the first time after that I walked in to find all her things gone, half the furniture, and a note wishing me well. She said she had all she wanted and the rest including the house was mine."
"Damn, Clay, I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I'm now free to do what I want and not worry about her finding out any more. It's a big load off of my shoulders."
We went to my place and acted like a married couple. I knew I was growing more and more fond of Clay.
Things continued between us as they had before. Then, one Friday, there was a knock at my door. I opened it to find clay standing there.
"Why didn't you call me?" I asked. "And how did you get here?"
"Invite me in and I'll tell you," he said. I did and he immediately kissed me then began his tale.
"I've changed companies. I now work for a trucking company based here. I'll go out late Sunday nights and return on Friday mornings."
"Really?" I said excitedly.
"Yes, and I have a question for you," he replied.
If it is can you stay here on weekends the answer is most definitely."
"Thanks, but that's not the question. Mark, I've fallen deeply in love with you and want you to e my life partner if you'll have me."
"Have you? Fuck yes, I'll have you! I love you, too."
We kissed and immediately made love. Afterward as he held me in his arms he said, "Mark, baby, I swear I'll be faithful to you on the road and save myself for you on the weekends."
"Clay, my love, go ahead and have sex on the road. All I ask is that you tell me about it and not keep secrets. I'll do the same."
"It's a deal," he replied. "Oh, I gave your number to the two drivers from my old company that I had sex with. I hope you don't mind. I know you'll enjoy them."
"I don't mind at all if you don't."
Clay had sold his house and the rest of his furnishings when he moved to town for his new job. He quickly settled in, not in the spare room but in 'our' room.
A couple weeks later I got a call from a guy named Jeff. He was one of the drivers from clay's old company. I met him at the truck stop and had sex with him in his sleeper. He was a little older than Clay but was still hot and loved it all.
Later I got a call from Buck, the other driver. Buck was hot and loved it up his ass, be it a cock or your fist. He loved both.
Clay and I have been together for six years now and he has been promoted to dispatch supervisor so he is now off the road and home every night.
While he was still driving, I'd take vacation and ride with him. Now that was hot.
I do love my truckin man.