The Blizzard

THE BLIZZARD

I was on my way from Texas to Portland, Oregon. chatting with numerous truckers along the way on my CB radio.  The radio helped pass the time and keep me alert on the long drive.  It also facilitated me in getting truckers horny cocks to suck as well.  They get horny on the road and I am always willing to give them some relief.  I am now twenty-four and have been sucking cock for seven years and love it.  

It was in Colorado, that I heard someone come on the radio asking if there was anyone headed west because a trucker needed a ride back to his rig to replace a fan belt.  I waited and there was no response.  A few minutes later the message was broadcast again.  A

After a couple of minutes, there was still no response, sop I picked up my mic and said, “I’m just a four wheeler, but I’ll be glad to give the man a ride,” I announced.

“Appreciate it buddy.  How long before you come by?”

“Fifteen minutes or so.  I’m in a red F-150.”

“We’ll be watching for you.” 

“I need to relieve myself when I get there then we can hit the road,” I said.

“That’s a 10-4.  He’ll be watching for you.  His name is Clay.  He’s a tall lumberjack looking guy.”

“I’m Mark and I’ll be there shortly.”

I soon pulled into the lot and parked and as I entered the store area, I was met by a hot good looking muscular guy about six-four, with full beard and shoulder length hair.

“Mark?” he asked as I walked in.

“Yea, and you must be Clay.  Let me take a quick stop and we’ll be on the way.”

“No problem.  I’ll be right here waiting.”

I headed for the restroom and wondered if there was any chance that Clay might play, even if it was only to get his cock sucked.

I returned and Clay and I climbed into my pick-up and headed out.  It seemed that he had broken a fan belt and had got a ride back to the truck stop to get  replacement.

“I want to get that bitch fixed before the storm hits,.” he said.

“What storm?” I asked.

He said it had been on the radio that a winter storm was approaching and could close roads for several days.

“Damn, I been listening to some CD’s and never heard about it.”

He asked where I was headed and I told him Portland.  He said he was headed to Seattle.  I asked what he was hauling and he said he was a ‘portable parking lot’.  I knew enough of the slang to know he meant an auto transport.

“I’m on my way to pick up a truck load and take them to El Paso, to be transferred to a Mexican hauler to take them into Mexico.”

We soon reached his rig and I stayed in case he needed any assistance.  Just as he finished, the winds picked up and the snow began to fall lightly.

“Mark, as a ‘thank you’ for helping me out, let me load your truck on my trailer and you ride with me.  I’m going right through Portland, and it will keep you from putting extra miles on your truck.”

“Clay, I don’t want to put you out any,” I said.

“Look, I’d love the company. You would actually be doing me a favor.”

“Well, sure.  It will definitely keep my mileage low.”

“Great. Give me your keys.”

He put the ramps in place and put my truck on the lower level, and before long we were on the road.

I commented on the size of his rig, and he said it was custom made, since he was on the road almost year round.

“Climb on back and take a look,” he said.

After taking off my seat belt, I stepped into the sleeper and looked around.  It was unbelievable.  I had never seen one like it.

There as a queen bed, closet, storage drawers under the bed, a desk, TV and DVD player, computer, small fridge, chemical toilet, sink, and microwave, and small freezer.

“The only thing I don’t have is a shower, but I do have hot water so I can wash up as needed.”

“Hell, you got everything you need right here,” I said.  “Almost all the comforts of home.”

“Yep“, he said as I returned to my seat, “ And when I decide to take a vacation, I drive to where I want to be, park this rig, and rent a car.”

“Fuck, Clay, you got it made, so I assume that you are single.”

“Actually divorced.  I got married at twenty and started driving a year later.  After six months of me being on the road, I called her on one trip and she told me to check for mail at my next town.  I went to the post office and got the mail and in it were divorce papers.  I signed them right there and sent them back.  She admitted that while I was on the road, she was fucking her high school boyfriend.”

“Did she ask for any support?”

“No, she didn’t.  She said she just wanted to be free to marry him and live a normal life.  That was fine with me, but a year later, I heard through a friend, that he was arrested for drug trafficking and sent to prison for fifteen years.  I thought it quite amusing.”

We talked more and I found that he was twenty-seven and had no commitments other than his truck payment and a few credit cards.

We later stopped for dinner and the snow fall was slightly heavier.  He insisted on buying my dinner and afterward we hit the road again, since he wanted to go on a couple of hours farther to a better truck stop.

“It’s a hell of a lot cleaner that where we just stopped. The only thing is that the showers are all in one big room and you shower with all the other truckers.  It reminds me of my two years in the army.”

I knew then that I would need a shower also in order to see him nude.

By the time we reached our stopping point for the night, the snow had increased as had the winds.  After parking, he grabbed two towels and washcloths saying, “I assume you want to shower also.”

“Yea, I need it,” I replied.

Together, we headed for the building and he paid for our showers, lying and saying I was his co driver, since the showers were for truckers only.  We were assigned a locker to share and soon we were both naked and in the showers.

Clay was extremely well built and his chest was covered with thick black hair to match his head and beard. Hanging down from his thick pubic bush was an awesome cut cock at least eight inches in length and slightly thicker than average.  

He saw me looking at it and smiled and said, “I take after my dad.  I saw him nude once when I was a teen and nearly shit at his size.  Within the next year mine started growing and became the size of his.  I had girlfriends refuse to let me fuck them because of it’s size.”

“Damn,” I said.  “Their loss.”  Clay knew I was looking at his cock but didn’t seem to mind.  I assumed that he got stared at every time he went into a shower.

After our shower, we stopped at the restaurant for desert.  After eating, we returned to the rig and climbed in, where he immediately began closing the privacy curtains over the front and side windows.

I looked at him then at the bed and back to him.  Laughing, he said, “There is plenty of room, and I don’t bite.”

‘Well, I do from time to time,’ I thought to myself.

We stripped down to our underwear, and climbed into bed, with me to the back, giving him easy access to get up in an emergency.

At some point during the night, I woke up and realized that I was laying against him facing his back and my arm was over him.  As casually as possible I removed my arm, and turned to face the opposite direction, wondering if he knew what had happened.

The next morning, we got up and he looked out, saying “Mark, take a look at this.”

Opening one of the front privacy curtains, I saw the front of the truck covered with at least a foot or more of snow.  

“Mother Fuck!” I exclaimed.

“Let’s get dressed and head in for breakfast and see if we can get out.”

We dressed and headed into the restaurant and heard other drivers and their comments.  The roads were closed with snow completely covering the highways and medians.  All traffic was ordered to stay parked.

We ate breakfast and afterward, I headed for the restroom.  The truck stop was spotlessly clean and well maintained, but I was shocked to find two nice glory holes in  the restroom.  There were five stalls, and the glory holes were in the partitions of the center stall.  One opened to the second stall and the other opened to the fourth stall.

I quickly occupied the center stall and just  moment later,  a driver entered and went into the second stall.  The lavatories and mirrors were across from the stalls, and when the man entered I could tell that he was probably in his late forties or early fifties.

He dropped his jeans to the floor and I noticed that he was commando.  Without hesitation, he began to fondle his cock, which quickly became rock hard.  He was making sure I saw his cock, also pointing it toward the hole.

I casually lay a finger in the hole and instantly, he stood and put his cock through the hole.  For his age, his cock was beautiful and I immediately swallowed it.  It didn’t take him long to feed me his load and it was huge.  Once he was drained, he pulled back and pulled up his jeans.  Then, before he stepped out of the stall, he leaned toward the hole and said, “Thanks, pal. I needed that.”

A few moments later, another driver came into the other stall, and within a moment I was sucking him dry.  He appeared to be in his early thirties and his cock was uncut and slim as well as delicious.  It took him several minutes to climax, but when he did, I didn’t think the flow would ever stop.  And as he pulled back and pulled his pants back up, I noticed a gold band on his left hand along with a star tattoo on the back of his hand..  I wondered if his wife know he got sucked.

Clay and I stayed in the truckers lounge, watching TV and listening to the weather reports.  About an hour and a half later, the man with the star tattoo on his left hand came back into the lounge.  As he did, he looked directly at me and smiled slightly.  As he smiled, he casually licked his lips, then moments later went into the restroom.

I waited a moment then followed as Clay chatted with another driver. Once in the restroom, I noticed that the center stall was occupied and the rest of the restroom was empty.

I went into the stall to his left, and after dropping my pants, I glanced through the hole to see his tattoo and make sure it was him.  It was, and a moment later, I glanced at the hole and all I could see was his open mouth and tongue, asking for my cock.

I stood and put my cock through and he immediately swallow it completely. After several minutes of some awesome sucking, I fed him my load which he eagerly swallowed.

We exited the booths at the same time and I asked, “ I’m just curious.  Does your wife know what you do on the road?”

With a slight smile, he said, “Yea.  She knows I suck and get sucked and I know that while I’m gone she eats pussy and gets hers eaten. We are both bi, but when together, we do not discuss it, and only have sex with each other.  We never discuss our sex with other partners.”

“Unbelievable,” I said.  “I figured since you are both bi, you would have sex with other bi couples.”

“I’d like to, but she won’t agree to it.  I’d love having her watch me suck another guys cock.”

Then as he left he said, “Maybe while we are here, we can get together again.”

“Maybe so,” I replied.

“Does your co driver know about you?”

I said no and explained the circumstances of us being together.

“He’s one hot fucker.  I bet you get him before you get to Oregon,” he said.

“I certainly hope so and the sooner the better.  The sooner I get him the longer I get to enjoy his cock,” I said, before telling him I had seen Clay nude in the showers and how awesome his cock was.

“Well, I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you, and when you do get him, suck him off once for me.”

“Gladly,” I replied, before he leaned forward and kissed me.  When we parted, he said, “My rig is the yellow Peterbuilt on the back row.  Stop by anytime  for some action.”

“Well, I just might, depending on how long we are stuck here.”

After another quick kiss, I returned to the TV room, where Clay was.

As I entered I thought I saw a slight smile on his face, then when the other driver exited soon afterward, I saw another slight smile.

We chatted with other drivers for an hour or so when Clay turned to me and said, “I’ve got some paper work to do on the computer in the truck.  Stay here and relax if you want to.  It doesn’t look like we will be getting out of here anytime soon.”

As he headed back to the rig, I headed for the game room. I was surprised to find the married trucker there playing a video game. I walked up and finally introduced myself and he said his name was Rex.  

“Where is your friend?” he asked.  

“Clay went back to the rig to do some paper work,” I replied.

“Well, then, how would you like to join me in my rig?” he asked softly.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked in almost a whisper.

“I’m dying to have you fuck me, hard, fast, and deep.”

“Fuck, lets go,” I said.

Within a couple of minutes, we were in his sleeper kissing as we undressed each other.

Once we were naked and in his bunk, I asked about lube.

“I don’t use it.  Just spit on my hole then shove your cock in all the way.”

“You’re the boss,” I replied before spitting on his hole.  I got into position and without any hesitation, I drove in him balls deep as he moaned loudly saying, “Oh fuck yea.  That’s the way I love it.’

I began fucking him as requested; hard, fast, and balls deep, as he repeated how much he loved getting fucked that way.

Moments later, I buried my cock as deep as possible as my cock exploded filling his hole with my load.

Afterward, with my cock still buried in him, he smiled and said, “Mark, that’s the best fuck I have had in months,  Man, you’re the best!”

“Well, I sure enjoyed it,” I told him, adding, “Now I want your cock in me.”

We traded positions and after lubing us both up, he entered my hole and fucked me extremely lovingly, soon filling me up as well, before sucking it all out and eating it.

Smiling, he said “I just wish I could get my mouth on my ass and suck the cum out after I get fucked.  I love cum and eat my own every time I jerk off.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” I said. “I always eat my own also.”

I kissed him goodbye and left, returning to Clay’s rig.  As I climbed in and stepped into the back. He looked up and said, “All the news I’m hearing over TV and on the CB is that we will be stuck here for at least three to four days.”

“Damn, no shit?” I said.

“No shit,” he replied with a smile, adding, “I’m just glad we seemed to click together as much as we seem to.”

“Hell, yea, that makes it better,” I replied.

Then after a few moments, he turned off the computer and turned to face me and said, “Mark, may I get personal and ask you something?”

“Sure, go for it,” I replied, not knowing what he might ask.

“I noticed you go with that other driver out to his rig.  That usually indicated that at least one of guys is gay.  Are you?”

“Clay, I’m not going to lie, I’m gay and he is bi, and yes, we had sex.  If you want to unload my truck right here, I’ll understand.”

“Settle down, Mark.  I have suspicion it all along, just by your actions, and I don’t care.”

“What actions?” I asked.

“When  we first met, I noticed your eyes go straight to my crotch. Then, there have been other slight comments you have made.”

“You noticed me looking at your crotch?”

“Oh, yea, especially in the showers, but what made me fairly positive, was when you followed him into the restroom.”

“Does it bother you that I’m gay and desire you?”

“Not at all, and the fact that you desire me, I consider as a compliment.”

“Well, does anything between us change?” I asked.

“Not really, except for the sleeping arrangements.”

“How so?” I asked, figuring that I would be sleeping in a chair or on the floor.

“Well, you have seen me nude in the showers, and I usually sleep nude, so now that it is all out, I plan on sleeping nude.  You are free to join me should you so desire.”

“Clay, I have slept nude since my teens, and if you honestly don’t mind, I’ll sleep the same way.”

“That’s cool with me,” he replied.

Then, after a few moments, he said, “Mark, can I now be honest with you about something?”

“Of course.”

“Well, when I stop and put up the privacy curtains, I live nude here in the back and I have been known to drive nude at times, mainly after dusk.”

“Clay, I see absolutely nothing wrong with that.  Feel free to live the way you want while I’m here.  This is your home.”

“Mark, there is something else.  I admit that I have been curious at times about getting a blow job, but have never gone through with it.  If I so decide, will you do it for me?”

“Just ask and you shall receive,” I replied as he burst out laughing.

Immediately, he stood up and stripped off his clothes, tossing them aside before returning to the chair and his computer, and said, “While you’re with me this is your home also, so feel free to do the same if you want to.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Hell, yea, cause if you don’t mind me looking, I want to check you out. I have been damn curious about other men’s bodies recently.”

“Look at, or feel anything you so desire,” I replied, as I began removing my clothes.

Once I was nude, I asked what had made him so curious about men’s bodies.

“A couple of months ago,” he began, “I was at  truck stop in Tennessee, and walked into the showers to find one guy sucking another.  As it turned out they were both truckers and both married.  They didn’t seem to mind me watching because the one on his knees kept doing what he was doing.  The other held his head and moaned a lot, saying things like ‘Oh, yea,’ and how great it felt. But what surprised me the most, was when the driver getting sucked climaxed, the other driver swallowed it.”

“Clay, that’s the main reason for sucking another man is getting his load.  It is basically just protein and will not harm you.  Personally, I love eating it.  I love the salty-sweet taste.  In fact whenever I jerk off, I shoot in my hand and eat it.  I started doing that as a teen so my dad wouldn’t find any ‘cum rags’ as we call the rags we wipe up with.”

“Well, when I do it I usually use a tee shirt I have taken off  or  sock.”

“Hey, whatever is handy will do just fine,” I said with a laugh.

He saw me looking at his crotch and glanced down to see his own cock slowly rising.  With a sly grin, he looked at me and said, “Suck me and show me what it’s like.”

“Clay, I have wanted to do that since we met,” I replied as I got on the floor between his legs and gently grasp his cock.

As I gently stroked it, he said, “You are the only man who has ever touched it other than my doctor, and it feels awesome.”

I smiled up at him before taking his now rock hard cock into my mouth.  As I did, he moaned softly as he lay back in his chair.

As I sucked his virgin cock, he said, “Fuck, Mark, don’t ever stop. It feels remarkable.  I continued lovingly sucking his cock and after several moments, he began to breath heavier and said that he was getting close.  Just seconds later, he climaxed and flooded my mouth with a huge thick creamy delicious load of cum, crying out softly. “Oh, Fuck!”

Once he was drained, I looked up into his face and let him watch me swallow his huge load, showing him my empty mouth afterward.

“Well,” I asked, “how was it?”

“Oh, fuck, it was awesome.  Any time you want to do it just do it.  You don’t have to ask permission, and just so you know, it was better than any head I received from a female.”

“Can I do it even while you’re driving?” I asked.

“I said anytime, didn’t I?” he replied.

“Clay,” I began, “can I show you how much I appreciate you accepting my lifestyle?” 

“Sure,” he replied.

Standing and leaning down to him I kissed him gently, casually offering my tongue.  After a moment or so, he responded and accepted my tongue and offered his. After several moments, we parted, and he said, “Mark, that was better and more sincere, than any kiss I have had from a woman.”

Then, looking at me he said, “Tonight, if you cuddle up to me and have your arm over me, just stay that way.  I enjoyed it last night.”

“The same goes for you,” I replied, not knowing if he would do it or not.

We slipped into bed and to my surprise before he lay down next to me, he leaned over to me and kissed me gently, saying, “Good night.”

“Good night, Clay,” I replied.

Then, sometime during the night, I awoke to something I didn’t expect.

Groggily, I awoke to find Clay’s hot mouth lovingly working on my rock hard cock, gently sucking it, and doing a great job.

I lay still, letting him do his thing, and as I neared my climax, I acknowledged that I was awake by saying, “Clay, I’m getting close.”

Pausing only momentarily, he said, “Good.  Give it to me.”

Seconds later my cock erupted and Clay accepted the load like a pro, eagerly collecting the entire amount in his mouth before swallowing. 

“That was fantastic, and definitely not expected,” I said.

“It was something I have wanted to do since I found out that you are gay.  To be honest, I have considered doing it from time to time in the past but never had the nerve.  I even chickened out on letting another guys blow me.”

“Why did you let me?” 

“It was just the way you presented yourself.  You were down to earth and not pushy about it. I just can’t explain it, but I wanted you to be the first.”

I leaned over and gently kissed him before saying, “You said I could do it anytime I wanted and I want to now.”

“Go for it,” he said.

I got in position and sucked his cock slow and gently, savoring the flavor it emitted.  For the first time, I also gently sucked his big round balls, as he moaned softly.

I took my time working him up to his climax and by the time it was nearing, he was begging me to get him off.  When I did, it was huge and as delicious as before.

After another kiss, we cuddled and returned to our slumber.

The next morning, I awoke first and after gently laying back the covers, I began giving him his first tongue bath.  I started at his neck and by the time I was at his nipples, he was awake and moaning softly, saying he had no idea a mans nipples were so sensitive.  I gently sucked one then the other and as I moved lower with my tongue, I teased his nipples with my finger tips.

Lower I went, soon licking his pubic area, including his cock and balls.  Lower I went, ending at his feet and toes.  Then, after having him turn onto his stomach, I started  back up the back of his legs to his ass cheeks, licking and nibbling each one.

When I spread his ass cheeks and buried my tongue in his hole, he went wild.

“Mother fuck, Mark, what are you doing? I fucking love it.”

“Most call it rimming, but I am crude and just call it eating your ass.”

“I don’t care what it’s called, I love it.”

I ate and tongue fucked his ass a few minutes more before going up his back to his neck.

After he turned over and we kissed, I asked, “Clay, are you having any second thoughts at all about what we have done?”

“Not in the least, Mark.  To be honest, I now realize that when I showered with other drivers, I was actually curious and checking them out, but had no idea how to even suggest anything,  Then when I heard the offers on the CB, I would chicken out.”

“Why me?” I asked.

“I don’t know.  There was something honest and down to earth about you that I liked.  When you picked me up, I noticed the way you quickly looked me over and I was actually hoping something would develop.”

“Well, just so you know, if there is anything at all you are interested in, just tell me.  It looks like we have plenty of time to experiment.”

“Do you really mean that?” he asked.

“Every word,” I replied.

“Uh, do you think that married trucker you were with, would want to join in with us?”

“I’ll be glad to find out,” I replied.

We kissed some more before he looked into my face and said, “I have never enjoyed being nude and having sex with a woman near as much as I have with you.”

“Clay, I’m no psychologist, but from what you have told me so far, I personally think you have been surprising your desires for so long, that you never realized that they were there.”

“Well, if you’re right, I will be eternally grateful to you for bringing them out and letting me experience them.”

We dressed and tromped through the snow to the restaurant for breakfast.  As we waited for our meal, we noticed Rex enter, look around, then head to a table across the room.

I excused myself, and walked over to his table. Looking at me he said, “With you coming over here, he might get suspicious.”

“It’s cool, Rex.  Since he saw us go to your rig together, he asked about me and you and I was honest and told him we had sex.  He admitted he was curious, and we had oral sex a couple of times last night.  Now he wants to see what it would be like with another man and wonders if you would join us for breakfast then go out to his rig.”

“Fuck yea.  I love the idea of sucking one while the other fucks me.”

He came over to our table and I introduced him to Clay.  Our conversation was subdued for the most part while we ate. 

When we finally entered Clay’s rig, the privacy curtains were still in place, and I turned and began tongue kissing Rex.  After a few moments, I pulled back and directed Rex toward Clay and immediately Rex went in for a kiss and Clay eagerly responded and kissed him back.  As they kissed, I was surprised to see Clay reach down and begin rubbing Rex’s crotch, bringing both men to a full erection.

As the kiss ended, Clay said, “Shall we get comfortable?”

Within seconds, all three of us were totally nude, fondling each other’s hard cock.  Clay took the initiative, and quickly returned to kissing Rex as he stroked Rex with is left hand and me with his right.

Clay totally shocked me when he dropped to his knees and began sucking our cocks, alternating between Rex and I.

After a few moments, he stopped and stood up and as he did, he looked at Clay’s cock and asked, “How would you like to shove that beautiful tool up my ass?”

“I’ll put it anywhere you want me to,” Clay responded.

Rex quickly flopped onto Clay’s bed and  After raising his legs, said, “Get in place and shove it in.”

“So you like it missionary style?” Clay asked

“I like it any way I can get it, but this way we can kiss while you fuck me, and we can take turns sucking Mark.”

Clay immediately jumped into position and after I spit on Rex’s hole, Clay shoved his cock balls deep into Rex, as Rex let out a gasp, then said, “It’s been a long time since I had one that thick up me, but I love it.”

Clay began fucking Rex as Rex sucked on my cock, and Clay and I kissed.  Clay fucked Rex in a steady rhythm as they took turns sucking my cock and Clay and I kissing.  At one point while Clay fucked Rex’s ass and I fucked Rex’s mouth, I asked, “How  is it, fucking another man?”

“A hell of a lot better that fucking a cunt,” he said with a smile, then looked at me and said, “I want you to fuck me while Rex watches.”

“I told you before, I’ll do anything you want top try.”

Moments later, I said I was getting close and Clay said he was also, and we both filled our respective holes at the same time as Rex moaned in shear pleasure.

After we had both pulled out of our respective holes and Rex had sucked Clay’s cock clean, he said, “I haven’t had the opportunity to have that experience in quite a while and it was awesome.  Thanks, guys.”

“It was our pleasure,” I replied.

Then as Rex and I kissed, I watched Clay suck Rex dry then kiss me, sharing the load.

As we rested and got ready for another round, Clay asked Rex if he minded telling him how he started with men.  Rex said he would be glad to tell his story.

Rex smiled and said, “ I’ll gladly tell you, but most guys don’t believe me.  It was when I was eighteen.  My girlfriend thought she was pregnant, and insisted we get married.  I needed a job, so I started looking.  I met  local guy at our truck stop and he hired me to help him load and unload his trailer.”

“We were in Georgia one night and I had talked to my wife earlier so she knew how to reach me in an emergency.  We had one room and separate beds, but one thing led to another, and after a few beers, my driver boss made advances on me rubbing my crotch and saying he wanted to suck me.  I was horny and agreed.”

“While he was giving me my first blow job from a guy, the phone rang.  I answered it and it was my wife.  She could hear my heavy breathing and asked if I was fucking another woman.  Being half drunk, I said no and that Jake was sucking me off.  She thought it was hot and said I should do the same for him while she listened.”

“She heard me climax and said to put him on the phone while I sucked him.  I did and found that I liked it.  We sucked each other off again later that evening.  Then a couple of days later, she called me again and said for me to get Jake to suck me while we talked.  Jake thought it was hot and agreed.  Well, she then informed me that she was getting a female friend to eat her cunt while we talked and that she had eaten the friends cunt before she called.”

When I finally got back in town, she and I talked and she asked how often Jake and I had sex.  I was honest and told her that we either sucked or fucked each other daily.  She asked if I liked sucking cock and getting fucked and I said yes and asked her about eating pussy.  She said she had been eating it since just before we married and liked it.”

 
“When I suggested that we get with another couple she quickly said no way, and that we could have all the sex we wanted when alone, but when together, it would be just she and I.  But I’m seriously considering a divorce, because she has so much sex with her female friends, she doesn’t want it when I’m home.  And besides, I find sex with another man much more satisfying.”

“I’m beginning to find that what your saying is very true.”

Moments later, Clay started sucking my cock and once hard, said, “Fuck me.”

With Rex coaching him, I lubed his hole and my cock and began my entry.  I went slow until he said it had started feeling sensual, then I picked up my rhythm.  Moments later, I climaxed and filled his ass with my cum load as he said how fantastic it felt.

When I pulled out, Rex quickly sucked my load out swallowing it as clay said he wanted Rex to fuck him.  I suggested that he fuck me while Rex fucked him and they both agreed. 

I got on my hands and knees and after Clay buried his cock in my hole, Rex slipped his balls deep into Clay. Rex and I basically stayed still as Clay rocked back and forth.  Soon, Rex filled Clay as Clay filled me.  Afterward, Rex ate the draining cum from both our holes.

Rex soon returned to his rig and after he did, I looked t
Clay and asked, “Well, how was it having a third man involved?”

”Mark, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but as far as I am concerned, if I never have sex with another woman I won’t be missing anything, as long as another man is around.”

“Should I consider that as a confession that you consider yourself gay now?”

“Yes, I’m gay and prefer a man’s cock over a woman’s cunt, and I can’t believe I just said it, but it’s true.”  Then, looking me straight in the eyes, asked, “Tell me what else I can try.”

“Well, you can do what Rex did and ‘snowball’ which is eating cum out of a fresh fucked hole.  There is also water sports, which entails pissing on other guys and letting them piss on you.  Water sports can also involve drinking another guys piss straight from his cock.”

“Do you do all of that?” he asked.

“Yes, I do.”

“What if I said I needed to piss right now?” he asked.

“Well if you do, and I knew it, I would do this.”

I got down on my knees in front of him and opened my mouth in anticipation.  Seeing me, he stood and placed his cock into my mouth and as the flow started, I closed my lips around his cock and began swallowing his salty yellow fluid.

Later that night, when I walked over to his chemical toilet, he stopped me and said, “Give it to me.”

I did, and he drank it all with surprising ease.

By the time the weather cleared five days later and we were able to get on the road again there was only one thing we hadn’t done and I refused to be a part of.  That was scat.  I had explained it to him and he agreed with me that it wasn’t for him.

It was common for me to suck his cock while he drove and if we passed another driver that wanted to get off, we would stop and either Clay or I would suck him dry.  

There was one time the day before we arrived in Portland, that when we went into the showers at the truck stop, one driver quickly stopped sucking another and stood up, but we knew what was going on.  Clay intentionally took a shower close to them and once we had started showering, he dropped and started sucking me.

Seeing that, they returned to what they were doing and all four of us ended up getting sucked dry, with me sucking the other guys that we saw sucking and the guy that got sucked sucking Clay dry.

Afterward, the four of us had dinner together, with Clay telling them how I had introduced him to the fantastic world of man sex.  They were forty and thirty five, and the older was married to the younger drivers sister, and they found out each other sucked cock in an unexpected encounter at an adult video store after sucking each other through a glory hole.

We reached Portland and our last night together, was in my hotel room where Clay had me fuck him twice in his ass and twice in his mouth.  We exchanged contact information, and pledged to keep in touch.

It was six months later, I had just arrived home back in Texas, when I got a call.  It was Clay and he was going to be in town in about an hour and could I meet him at the truck stop.  Immediately, I said yes.

I saw his rig pull in and by the time he parked, I was climbing in through the passenger door, immediately diving back into his sleeper. As soon as he had the curtains closed, he joined me and we kissed savagely as we undressed each other.

After a hot sixty-nine, and devouring each others loads, we said how much we had missed each other,.  That’s when he dropped the bomb on me.

“Mark, I’m not going to beat around the bush.  I’m going to come straight out and say, Mark, I love you and want you with me forever.”

“Clay, I love you also, but I have my job here, but I would love being with you twenty-four seven.”

He looked depressed and I said that we could make the best of the time we had together.  We had sex all night , and the next morning he said that if I was a driver also, we could be a team and drive together and cover twice as much highway, and since he was an independent trucker, I wouldn’t have to go through interviews with a company. He would basically be my boss.

He left and I immediately contacted a local truck driving school and after taking unpaid leave, began taking instructions in driving a big rig.  

Clay and I talked two or three times a week but I never told him anything about what I was doing.   Once I had my license, I sold  my belongings  as well as my truck.  All I owned was two suitcases of clothes.  I called Clay and during the conversation found out where he was and where he would be in two days.

When he asked why, I just said I was thinking of flying out and meeting him.

“Fuck, Mark, I would love that,” he said.

After asking what truck stop was there, he said that there was a large truck stop near the airport called, Truckers World.

“Mark, that place is huge.  I should be arriving around five or so that afternoon.”

“I’ll be watching for you.  See you then, and no sex until we meet.”

“The same goes for you, too.  Just a reminder, I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.  See you Thursday.”

I arrived at ten in the morning and took a cab to the truck stop and he was right, it was huge.  After placing my bags in two separate lockers, I began cruising around.  I found that the restroom near the showers had a glory hole, I sucked off seven drivers before time to meet Clay.  I made sure I saved my load for him.

I saw him pull in and waited until he parked and came in since only truckers are permitted in the lot.

Once we casually shook hands, he asked about my luggage and was surprised that I had two large bags.  As we headed out to his rig, he explained that  he was going to be ’training’ me,  the guard let us through, and we headed for his rig.  He had already closed the privacy shields, and once inside, we dropped the bags and immediately wrapped our arms around each other and kissed passionately.  

After the kiss, he said how good it was to hold me again and asked how long I could stay.

Smiling, I pulled out  my license and said, “Forever.”

“What? What are you saying?”

“Baby,  after our last visit, I took leave and enrolled in a truck driving course, and got my CDL.  I sold everything except what is in those bags.  I’m not leaving  again.”

After a hot long passionate kiss, he said, “I have only dreamed of you being my lover forever.  I can’t believe it’s coming true.”

“Clay, my love, I want more.  With so many states recognizing gay marriage, would you do me the honor of marrying me and becoming my husband?”

“Yes, oh, yes,” he said.

We were married a week later and have been together for five years now and we are more in love now than we were then.  I have visited his family with him and been totally accepted as his husband,  His brother-in-law is a buddy from high school and when it was just us three guys talking said, “Clay, as much pussy as you were fucking, I never dreamed this would happen.  I can see that you are completely happy and I am glad for you.”

Clay and I had no qualms about a quick kiss in front of his family and they accepted it completely.

Clay’s parents got us alone and said, “This is not what we wanted or expected from our son, but it’s extremely obvious that he loves you completely and you love him the same way.  All we want is for him to be happy regardless of who it is with.”

We assured them that we were happy and deeply in love.  Wherever we go, we make no secrets that we are a couple. 

The only thing we might do in public is hold hands but if someone doesn’t like it, look the other way.