Getting used by truckers

I knew at an early age I liked sex. My cousin and I use to swap blow jobs every time we got a chance. The summer I turned sixteen and got my drivers license I asked my uncle to hire me at his trucking company. I would hang out there with my cousin when I was younger. I loved being around men who drove trucks and the mechanics who kept the trucks serviced. One day a couple of years ago my cousin wasn’t at the trucking company and my sister had dropped me off to hang out with Alex. My cousin was seventeen years old at that time. I was fourteen then. I stayed that day and one of the mechanics walked into the back door with his coveralls unzipped halfway down to his hairy belly button. The guys name was CJ. Had no idea what that stood for but he was a stud. 6’4”. Big hands, big feet and a thick cock from the looks of his tight coveralls. I washed my hands watching him piss. He looked at me in the mirror and winked. God damn….the next thing I knew I was on my knees slobbering on his uncut pecker. As a fourteen year old kid I had sucked my cousin a few times and liked it, however, CJ was a man. Needless to say….he was very pleased with my cock sucking skills and rewarded me with a good load. I didn’t miss a drop. Swallowed every bit down my throat.  

The next week I went back and went in the break room and CJ offered me a ride home after work. He drove his Chevy Camaro to the Piggly Wiggly and bought a six pack of PBR and offered me one when he got back in the car. Damn….his cock was about as thick as the FUCKING beer can. I took a cold swig of beer and stuffed his dick in my mouth as he drove down the highway. We got to his trailer and we went in. CJ snapped his fingers and barked an order….strip. I shed my clothes instantly. He slapped my ass. Told me today was my lucky day because he was going to breed me. He took a plastic jar of Vaseline and started playing with my hole. He started out one finger, then he added the second finger. By the time he got to his third finger I felt his knuckles stretching my ring. He sat off the edge of the chair and had me to straddle his cock. The head popped in and I loved it, He placed his hands on my hips and guided my ass lower on to his cock. Fuck, it hurt but I wanted more. A few minutes later I was bouncing up and down on his fat knob. CJ kissed me deep and sucked on my tongue when I felt a gushing wet sensation explode in my ass. He stood up….carried me to the kitchen table and positioned me ….legs up in the air and he proceeded to put his mouth on my stretched hole and he sucked his cum out of my ass. He swallowed my cock and he worked his warm cum filled mouth and immediately I shot my load down his throat.  

  We took a shower together and he eventually took me home. The next week I got to the garage of my uncles trucking company. He wasn’t the least bit shy when he walked up beside me and slapped my ass and told my uncle….fire me…I don’t give a fuck….but your nephew here is the best god damn cock sucker I’ve ever fucked. The fear in my eyes must have been revealing……to say the least. Uncle Max winked at me and said….boy, have you been sucking dicks a long time? Hell, why deny it. I said, uncle Max. Timmy and I suck each other but CJ is the only man who has really satisfied my expectations of man sex. Uncle Max stood up…told CJ to lock the office door. Within a couple of minutes all three of us were naked and CJ showed my uncle just how skilled I was in taking his fat cock. Uncle Max started licking my boy pussy and his beard was sloppy wet from eating me. Uncle Max fucked my ass as CJ fucked my face. These men were possessed. They were determined to cum at the same time. As Uncle Max was fucking me i shot my load without even touching my cock. CJ licked me clean and my uncle literally fucked the cum out of me. This went on the last month of my summer vacation.

  That fall when school stated back I got off the bus and worked around the garage a couple of hours each day. I saved my money and by the time I turned sixteen had enough money to buy a 1965 Ford Falcon. Three speed on the column. CJ restored the car and I loved that ride. By the time I was a senior I was basically the garage fuck slut. The three mechanics and six truckers had a calendar on the break room wall. Once I finished my work task I’d go find whoever it was I was to service that day. Hell ….some days Uncle Max would let us use his office and he just watched. If a mechanic had to go out on a service call I would ride along with him and suck his cock while he was driving.  

  The week of Christmas uncle Max told me he had arranged with my folks to take me on the other side of the a Gatlinburg to a cabin. On December 26th my uncle picked me up. He was driving a new Scottsdale pickup truck. It was a rich burgundy color. He loaded my stuff in the bed of the truck and told me to hop in. As we started down the road headed past Severville he unzipped his jeans. He was wearing a rubber ring around his cock and balls. I later learned it was a cockring. Uncle Max was almost sixty years old and sometimes he wouldn’t always stay hard but he could manage to cum while I was sucking him, With this cockring he was able to stay hard and destroy my ass.

  When we arrived at the cabin he told me to go indoors and get naked. That night four men took turns with me. I loved stalling their salty loads of cum. That night CJ carried me in his arms to the bathroom and gave me a bath. He placed me in front of his body and I leaned back against his massive chest. Uncle Max came in the bath and washed the front of me. He soaped up my cock and balls. I’ll never forget watching him intently wash me whole smoking a fat cigar. He handed me and CJ a shot of Kentucky bourbon. Man…it was warm going down. After I got out of the tub…CJ would slowly pour some bourbon down my cock and those men licked it up. That night I had five different mouths on my dick. I was in heaven. We stayed in the cabin for three days and nights. We never put on clothes or went outside. The final day Uncle Max at breakfast handed me an envelope. I looked confused as I opened it. Inside was the title to the 1975 Scottsdale Chevy truck. He handed over the keys. He told CJ to always make sure my truck was in excellent mechanical condition. These men all chipped in to buy this truck. Later I leaned CJ and uncle Max paid for the majority of it. Uncle Max had told my parents it was an early graduation gift. In August of 1976 I drove off to UT Chattanooga in the best looking truck ever.  

  When I went home for weekends or fall break CJ always went over it with an eagle eye. The week after Thanksgiving CJ drove to Chattanooga and we went to Atlanta for the weekend. We stayed at the nicest hotel I’d ever seen. My parents weren’t fools. My dad knew I liked my ass played ever since he caught me in eighth grade with one of his screwdrivers greased up ….I had been fucking my ass with the handle of the screwdriver for some time. My dad just shut the door and one day he had left three different sized Sears Craftsman tools on the workbench in his shop.

  After I graduated from UT Chattanooga I went to work at the garage for Uncle Max. I kept the books and managed his trucking business. About four years later CJ and I moved in together. He sold his trailer and we bought six acres of land and built a house together. In the mid 1980’s there were no legal avenues for two men to be together. Some forty years later….we are still together. And yes….my burgundy pick up still runs. Every now and then we drive it up to Cades Cove in the fall when the leaves are changing. I don’t think I’ll ever sell it. Lord knows I’ve had plenty of offers. Uncle Max passed about four years ago. Leaving the business to his son and me. My cousin has never had a problem with me and CJ. Alex and I are successful business partners and he enjoys spending time with us whenever he gets a chance. The three of us are close, but once CJ and I got together my cousin respectfully stepped out of the picture sexually. He has always been like a brother to me.

  If you are in East Tennessee and driving down the road…I’m sure you might see one of our trucks. I mean….Orange is the color all around the state. Go Vols.