The Lumper

For those not familiar with some of the trucking terms, a ‘lumper’ is a gut that is hired, usually for just one job, to help unload a large semi-trailer.  Some of the guys are homeless and want money for a meal  and others do it for a living.  Being an over-the-road, or OTR, driver, I have met many in my time.

My name is Mark Rivers.  I am a thirty-one year old trucker that drives as an independent, owning his own rig and contracting out to companies.  Being independent, if I decide to have someone ride with me, in case of an accident they are covered by my insurance and not the company I an contracted to.

It was nearing dusk one Friday evening when I saw this young kid on the shoulder of the road, thumbing a ride. As I started checking him out, I began slowing down, noticing that he looked under twenty with only one bag laying at his feet.  Deciding to take a chance I pulled to the side and stopped, waiting for him to jog up to the cab.

“Where ya’ headed?” I asked.

“Anywhere,” he replied, “Just as far away from here as possible.”

“You not running from the law, are ya?

“No sir, just my dad,” he replied.

“Well, in that case, I have one more question for you,” I said. “Just how old are you?”

Without hesitation he pulled out his wallet and showed me his drivers license.  As I looked it over, verifying it was him, and that he was at least eighteen, he asked, “Satisfied?”

“Yea, Greg, I am.  I just had top make sure you were of legal age.  You could still claim you were kidnapped but at least you are not underage.”

“Well, you know my name and age, what’s yours?”

“I’m Mark, and I’m thirty-one. It’s nice to meet you,” I replied, extending my hand.

As he shook it he said, “I’m sorry if I sound like an ass.  My dad and I had a big blowout and he kicked me out, and said he never wanted to see me again.  I just want to get as far away from the asshole as I can.”

“Well, then, let’s get this thing rolling,” I replied, putting it in gear and slowly gaining speed.

We were just outside of Knoxville when I said I was headed to Denver for one drop then to San Francisco to drop the remainder, but was planning on stopping up ahead for dinner and possibly stay the night.

I looked outside at the darkening clouds and then at Greg and said,
“I was thinking of stopping up ahead for the night, and with the weather looking like it might storm, your welcome to stay here in the sleeper with me.”

After looking back into the sleeper, he returned to look at me and said, “I only see one bed back there.”

“Well, I see there is nothing wrong with your vision,” I replied, sarcastically, before adding, “but  it’s big enough for two.”

Greg just glared at me for a moment before I said, “The choice is yours.  You can share the bed with me or sleep on the hard cold floor. What’s it gonna be?”

“The bed, I guess,” he finally said defiantly.

“I’m stopping up ahead for dinner.  You got any money?”

“Yes, sir, I do.  I’ve been saving up from doing odd jobs.”

“Okay, then, but you can stop calling me ‘sir’.  Instead of ‘yes sir,’ you can just ‘yes’ or ‘yes, Mark’.  Deal?”

“Deal,” he replied with a slight mile.

“What kind of odd jobs have you been doing?” I asked, trying to find some common ground for conversation.

“Doing what ever I could.  I have worked in fast food joints, convenience stores and the last job paid the best, though.  I was clean-up man for a large construction company.  All day long, I picked up scraps and kept the construction area as clean as possible.”  

“Were you saving any?” I asked.

“In other words, are you asking if my dad took it from me?”

“Yea, I guess I am,” I replied.  “From the little ou said about him, he sounds like a real asshole.”

“Oh, he is, with a capitol ‘A’.  He had no idea how much I was really making,” he said, or he would have forced me to give him all of it.”

“How much were you making?” I asked.

“Ninety a day for doing clean up and if I went out to get their lunch I usually got to keep the change.  I got the tips daily and the boss paid me cash every Friday.”

“Not bad,” I told him.  “How much did your dad think you got paid?”

“I would hide it before he got home and he would make me empty my pockets and I never had more than about fifteen dollars on me.”

“Very smart , if he made you empty your pockets,” I said.

We pulled into the truck stop and said I was going to shower before eating and asked if he wanted a shower also.

“Do they let anyone go in and shower?” he asked.

“No, just drivers and their helpers.  As far as they are concerned you are my lumper.”

“What the fuck is that?” he asked.

“A guy that assist the driver in loading or possibly unloading,” I replied.

“Well,” Greg said with a laugh, “I’ve been called a lot worse before.”

We went in and signed in at the shower desk, and were given keys to lockers for our belongings. We were given keys to lockers next to each other and directed to the locker room.

Once inside we found that from the locker area, you entered one large room with several shower heads along the wall and no partitions separating the individual showers.  

That was fine with me because even though Greg was only eighteen, his work had undoubtedly bulked him up giving him a nice hot muscular physique which I so wanted to see totally nude.  I had no idea how Greg would feel about being nude with another male.

We casually undressed and put our things in the lockers and slipped the elastic band with the key around our wrist.  Inside were racks with washcloths and towels for our use.  

Taking showers side by side, I noticed Greg glance over at two other drivers a few times as they showered then glancing at my nude body a few times very casually.

As I admired Greg’s hot body, I noticed the small amount of hair surrounding his nipples on his muscular pecs and the trail of hair leading down his stomach to a thick mat of hair above his cock. His cock was cut and I judged it to be close to seven inches long when soft.  I desperately wanted to see it hard to find out if it grew any .

The other two drivers finished and left, leaving just Greg and I in the showers.  Once we were alone, I complimented him on his physique and he confessed that a friend of his was the assistant manager at a gym and let him in free to work out.  Looking him over with him watching me, I said, “Well, it certainly paid off.”

“You’re built pretty good, yourself,” he said to me.

“Well, I’ll gladly take that compliment since most of the time I’m sitting on my ass behind the wheel.” I replied.

Then the shocker came when he looked at my ass and said, “I don’t see anything wrong with that ass.”

I immediately wondered exactly how he meant that statement.  I figured time would tell.

We went in and ate dinner, then returned to the rig, popping in an action movie into the player. I had closed the privacy shades around the windows  and said I was going to get comfortable.  I stripped to my briefs, which I seldom wore, and propped up on the bed to watch the movie.  After a few moments he did the same.

Half way through the movie we decided to get some sleep and after pulling back the covers, I suggested he get in first and he asked why.

“It’s just for safety sake. In case of an emergency, I need to be able to get out and behind the wheel as quickly as possible.”  He said he understood and slipped into bed next to the back wall.

We were both restless that night, and I wondered if it was just because we were sleeping in bed with someone else which I was not used to doing unless it was another man after some hot sex.  I assumed Greg was used to sleeping alone also.  Added to this, I was also used to sleeping totally nude.

The next morning we had breakfast then hit the road and as we drove, I asked, “How’d you sleep last night?”

“Well, I’ve had better nights,” he replied.

“Yea, so have I,” I said in agreement.  

Then after a few moments, I glanced over at him and asked if I could speak openly ad honestly, yet I was not going to tell him certain personal facts.  He said to say whatever I wanted.

“I’m not sure about you, but I’m fairly sure I know the reason I didn’t sleep as well as I normally do?”

“And why is that?” he asked.

“Greg, I’m not sure how you will take this, but I normally sleep totally nude.”

When he started laughing, I looked over and asked, “What’s so fucking funny?”

“Mark, it’s not you, I promise. It’s just that I didn’t sleep well for the same fucking reason.  I have slept nude since I was ten.”

“Well, that makes me want to ask a question.  Since we have seen each other nude when we showered together,  would you object if we shared the bed with both of us being nude?”

“I’m game,” he said, then asked, “Do you just sleep nude or do you stay nude whenever you’re alone in the sleeper?”

“Usually after a shower and dinner, I come back to the rig and get comfortable and that means nude.  Does that offend you?”

“Fuck no,” he replied. “When dad would go off on his drunken binges for two or three days, I’d stay nude at home.  I just like the freedom.”

“Same here,” I replied, then added,  “Hell, since we’re being open, at times when I drive at night, I have driven nude.  That is one awesome feeling, with the windows down and the air blowing through.”

“It sounds like it,” he replied.

For the rest of the day we talked about things in general, and as we did, I began to look at Greg as a friend, and later I looked over and told him that I was now totally comfortable with him being with me and I considered him a friend.  Smiling, he said he felt the same way.

Then after a few minutes, we approached a rest area, ad I pulled in saying I needed to take a leak.  Together, we climbed down and went in, casually watching each other piss.

Then, upon returning to the rig, I hesitated putting it in gear and turned to him and asked, “Greg, since you have no definite plans, how would you like to work for me?”

“Doing what?” he asked.

“Being my lumper.  You will help with the loading and unloading when necessary, but there are times when the place we will deliver to has their own crew to load and unload.  In that case we sit on our ass here in the cab.” 

“I think I’d like that,” he replied.  “I’ll have a safe place to sleep and meals will be available, so just pay me what you think is fair.”

“Deal,” I said, extending my had to shake his.  We shook hands before pulling back onto the road.

That evening we stopped and after another shower, where we again checked out each others equipment but never said anything.  Then went to dinner before walking a block down the road to a theater for a movie.  Upon returning to the truck, we closed the privacy curtains then, without any hesitation we stripped and climbed into bed.

During the night I awoke and found Greg on his left side facing me.  I was on my back and he had his right hand wrapped around my chest.  My cock immediately began to grow  and was rock hard when I drifted off back to sleep.

The next morning after we had breakfast and got on the road, I asked how he slept.  “Man, so much better.  How about you?”

“Much better, but I have a question,” I said.

“Ask away,” he replied.

“Greg, are you used to sleeping with another person?”

“What makes you ask that?”

“Well, last night I woke up for just a minute and you were on your side up against me with your right arm around my chest, almost like you were used to it.”

“Mark, I’m sorry if it woke you.  I had no idea that I did it.”

“Buddy, I didn’t mind.  I just wasn’t expecting it, but to be honest, I kind of liked it.”

“Mark, if we’re going to be together twenty-four/seven, there is something I think you should know,” he said before taking a deep breath.

Then, turning in the seat to partially face me he began and said, “The reason my dad kicked me out of the house was because he found out I was selling my body to men on the street.  I was a male prostitute.  For the right price l would provide oral service, give them my ass, or what ever else they wanted.”

As he looked at me, I said,  “Do you know how dangerous that is?”

“Yes, but I liked the money and to be honest I also liked what I was doing.  If you want me gone, pull over and I’ll be out of your life.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.  That was all before I knew you. That is past history.  From here on, we start a new life together here in this rig.”

Looking at me he said, “You really don’t care do you?”

“Nope,” I said quickly.

Looking at me for a short moment, he finally said, “If I didn’t think you would hit me, I’d kiss you right now.”

“Uh, not now.  I’m driving,” I said jokingly, secretly planning on holding him to that idea.

We continued on down the road, our conversations much more relaxed now.  I assumed that it was due to Greg finally getting everything out in the open, and that I didn’t hold it against him.

We stopped for the day and after our usual shower, where I got another look at the cock I was hoping to suck later, and dinner, we returned to the rig.  After climbing in, I started closing the privacy curtains, when Greg asked, “Why so early? It’s still daylight.”

In silence I finished closing them, then turned and stepped up in front of him and said, “May I have that kiss now?”

“What?  Are you serious?” he asked.

“You offered it, now I’m ready to accept it, unless you were lying about wanting to do it.”

He looked into my eyes for a moment and finally started leaning toward me very slowly.  In turn, I started toward him, grasping his shoulders and before he could react, I pulled him to me and wrapping my arms around him pressed my lips to his and offered my tongue.

Stunned, he froze for a moment before relaxing and eagerly kissing me back  our tongues, eagerly and hungrily, explored each others mouth for several moments, before we slowly parted.

As he looked into my face he said, “It’s evident that that wasn’t your first time.”

Looking into his eyes, I said, “No, it wasn’t, and I have been wanting to do that since the moment you climbed up into my truck.”

“What?  Are you serious?”

“Let’s get undressed and into bed and I’ll show you who I really am,” I told him, immediately starting to remove my clothes.  After a slight hesitation, he began removing his.  Moments later we stood facing each other, both totally nude and both our cocks steadily rising to the occasion.

I leaned forward and bent over and began to gently suck on his left nipple.  He began moaning softly and after a short while I moved to the right nipple.  From there, I slowly licked my way down his chest and stomach, as I slowly lowered my body.  

Soon, I was on my knees and his hard beautiful cock directly in front of my face, my hands resting on his ass cheeks.  Leaning forward, I opened my mouth and ever so slowly began to swallow his rock hard fantastic cock.  As I closed my lips and began sucking him, he moaned softly then said, “Fuck, I think I’ve gone to  heaven.”

I continued sucking his cock, taking my time.  I knew that eventually I would get what I so desperately wanted.  At one point, I paused and gently sucked his balls into my mouth and after massaging them with my tongue, I returned to sucking his cock.

Several moments passed and I could tell his breathing was slowly growing faster, signaling his impending climax.  After a moment it called out, “Oh, fuck, Mark, make me cum.  I can’t stand it any longer.”

I began working for his load more energetically and moments later, he stifled a cry, as his cock exploded sending several huge copious  amounts of cum into my mouth and down my throat.  As he whimpered, I lovingly milked out every drop of his nectar, before swallowing the entire load I had been fed.

As I pulled off, he pulled me to a standing position and kissed me passionately and wildly before quickly dropping to his knees and swallowing my hard throbbing cock.  Having this hot young handsome muscular stud sucking my tool, I quickly approached my climax and began feeding him three days of built up cum.

Eagerly and expertly, he devoured every drop of the load I had produced, before standing up and kissing me again.

After the kiss, he pulled back and looked into my eyes and said, “Now I understand why you weren’t upset when I told you I was a male prostitute.”

“Greg, first off, I don’t ever want to hear you use the term ‘prostitute’ or ‘male whore’ again.  Is that totally clear?”

“”Yes, it is,” he replied softly.

“Secondly, I have been driving myself crazy, before you told me what you had been doing, to find a way to do what I did.  I started trying to figure out a way the minute you climbed into the rig.”

“So now, we can show our affection anytime we are alone?” he asked.

“Once those curtains are closed, we can do whatever we want.”

He led me to the bed nd after laying down, we kissed and made out a few minutes, before he asked, “Mark, when and how did you get started with men?”

“I was eighteen and had just finished boot camp for the Marines, and my drill sergeant and I had become somewhat friends.  For some reason he seemed to favor me.  Anyway, we got leave and he asked if I would like to go to town with him and share the expense of a room.  I agreed and to town we went, checking into a cheap ‘by  the hour’ motel.

“He grabbed our bags and headed up to the room to drop them off, telling me he’d be right back.  We went out  and had a few beers, dinner, and returned to the room.  Next thing I knew he was totally naked saying he slept that way.  I looked around and realized that there was only one bed. I undressed also and we went to bed.  Before I knew it he was almost on top of me kissing me passionately, saying he had been wanting to get me in bed.”

“Surprisingly, I found that I was enjoying his kisses and him playing with my stiffening cock.  I realized that I had never been that turned on when I dated in high school.  Soon he was suckling me off and I loved it.  After he at my load, he told me to do him.  I had become curious and went down and sucked him off.  When he shot in my mouth, I was stunned but did as he had done and swallowed it.  I realized I had liked what we had done.”
“Did it continue?” Greg asked.

“All weekend. By the time we returned to base on Monday to prepare to be shipped out, I was loving having a cock in my mouth and ass. I was positive that I would probably never again fuck a pussy.”

“Did you?”

“Yes,” I replied with a smile, “just once.  I was with a bunch of guys and we all picked up a date and went to our room.  The only way I got a boner was looking at the other guys cocks.  I fucked the girl I was with, but didn’t enjoy it.  I climaxed only by thinking about sucking the other guys.”

“I played while in the service but very cautiously, and when I got out I started driving a truck, after a trucker gave me a ride and we had sex.  He said there were guys all over the road that liked male sex and he never went a day without it.  I went to driving school and hit the road and I found that he was right.  I think I’ve had sex with another male in every state except Alaska and Hawaii.”

“What about you?  How did you start?” I asked.

“I was out with a bud of mine that I didn’t know was selling his body.  We were walking along the street when a car pulled up and I noticed Jay get real nervous.  The passenger window came down and the guy called Jay’s name, asking if he was available or looking for a three way.  Jay told him to fuck off and we continued walking and the guy called out that he would put the word out to avoid sex with Jay.”

He took a deep breath, then continued saying, “When the guy drove off, I asked Jay what the guy meant.  He confessed and told me everything about what he did with another guy, how much money he made and how he judged if a guy could be trusted or not.  Being curious, I asked what it was like to have sex with another male.  He offered to show mw and since my dad was out on a drunken stuper, we went to my place and had sex.”

“And you decided to do the same thing?” I asked.

“Not immediately.  He and I had sex for about a month, both oral and anal.  I soon found that I was into it and enjoying it.  The first night I was out, I made two hundred dollars in four hours when two guys picked me up and shared me in their motel room.  I was ‘spit-roasted’ and loved it.  I started going out often.”

Looking at him I said, “I have two questions.  First, I’m into men totally but what is ‘spit-roasted’ ?”

“It when you have one guys cock in your mouth at the same time you have another guys cock in your ass.  Your sucking and getting fucked at the same time.”

“Hell, I’ve done that but didn’t know what it was called,” I said.  :Now for my second question.  Not that it matters, but exactly how much cash do you have with you?”

“Right around four hundred, give or take a little.”

“Hand it over.  You don’t need to carry that much cash around.”

Reluctantly, he handed me his cash and after giving him fifty back, I opened a cabinet door and turned the knob on my safe.  Once it was open, I placed the balance inside and said, “Any time you want some, tell me and you’ll get it.  You just don’t need to carry it around.”

“You really care about others, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do, especially my close friends,” I replied.

He looked at, came closer and we kissed.  After the kiss, he asked, “You want another round?”

“Stud, as it stands right now, we have plenty of time to discover each other.  Let’s not rush it.”

“That’s fine,” he replied,  adding, “You’re the boss,” with a sly smile on his face.

We kissed again before I said, “Let’s get some sleep.”

We slipped into bed but this time, I hed out my right arm and as he cuddled up next to me I closed it, wrapping it around him and pulled him closer to me, as he rubbed my chest, playing with my nipples.  After several moments, he was sleeping soundly and I was wondering how I managed to have someone as awesome as he enter my life.

Bright and early the next morning, I awoke to find him gently sucking my cock.  “Baby, what a way to wake up,” I said.

“Well, I was ready for breakfast,” he replied.

“So am I,” I answered back as I flipped around into our first sixty-nine.  Moments later we eagerly fed each other., dressed and went into the restaurant for a regular, but not as tasty, meal.

After being on the road for about an hour, Greg slipped back into the sleeper and when he returned, he was totally nude.  As he took his seat, and put the window down, I looked over and asked, “What the fuck!”

“I just wanted to see what it is like to ride down the road bare ass naked with the fresh air blowing around me.”

I just laughed and said, “Man, you’re something else.”

“I just like to experience new things,” he replied. Then, after passing several autos and a couple of semi’s,  he spoke up saying, “I wonder what the other drivers know I was nude?”

“Well, the other truckers probably wouldn’t think much of it, but if the four-wheelers saw you they would probably wreck or report you to the cops.”

We had a good laugh together, and seeing his muscular nude body sitting just a sort distance away, I began getting turned on.  Finally, looking over at him I said, “Come and get it.”

Immediately, he knelt next to my seat, and began extracting my cock from my pants.

Once he had it out, he slowly and lovingly began sucking it as I moaned softly in sheer pleasure.  

As he slowly sucked on my cock, I began to overtake another trucker.  Moving to the left hand passing lane, I warned Greg he was getting a wish, by saying, “You’re getting what you wanted.  We’re about to pass another rig, and if he looks over he’s going to see you sucking my cock.”

Pausing, he said, “Let me know his reaction.”

I steadily but slowly eased by the other rig, noticing the driver glance over casually, then do a double take.  A large smile spread across his face with him giving me a thumbs up, before pointing toward Greg, then pointing down to his crotch.  

I quickly told Greg what was transpiring and asked him if he wanted to blow the driver.  Pausing, he turned to see the other driver smile then point to his crotch again.  Greg shook his head affirmatively and immediately the driver grabbed the mic to his CB and said, “Follow me.”

I slipped in behind the other rig and soon we were pulling into a small picnic area along the highway with no restrooms.  As we pulled in, I grabbed my mic and said, “Come on over when your stopped.”

Moments later, the other driver was climbing into the passenger seat, his pants already unzipped.  He sat down, and turning his back to the corner, he pulled out his rock hard cock.  As Greg began to fondle it, he looked at me and smiled, and asked, “He’s too young to be your co-driver, so where did you find him?” 

Greg swallowed the drivers cock as I replied with, “He’s my lumper.”

“Mother fuck!” the driver exclaimed.  “You get his help in more ways than one.”

I watched as Greg energetically sucked the hot driver to a roaring climax.  Once Greg had the entire load in his mouth, he pulled off the drivers cock and smiled as he swallowed the entire load.

“Fuck it, man, you are one lucky son-of-a-bitch, to have him with you and servicing you daily.  I wish I could find a guy like him,” he said as he put his shrinking cock away.

Then as he climbed down he looked back at us and said, “Thanks for stopping.  I sure needed that.  You be safe out there.”

As we watched the driver walk back to his rig, I asked, “Well, how was it?”

“First off, how old do you think he was?” Greg asked.  

“I’m not sure, but lets find out.”  Calling out on the CB I asked, “he wants to know how old you are?”

“I’ll be fifty in a couple of weeks, why?”

Taking the mic from me, greg said, “You damn sure didn’t perform like it.  Thanks.”

Looking at me he said, “Mark, I’ve had other guys his age and none ever had a load that huge or thick.  He was shooting like a guy in his twenties.”

“Damn, and you didn’t share.”

“I promise I will next time,” he replied.

We continued on and after stopping for the night, we went in and showered, finding just one other driver there.

From his reaction when we walked in and the fact that he had a boner, Greg didn’t hesitate in asking, “Did we interrupt anything?”

“Uh, no, not at all,” the hot young driver relied.

“Well, it looks like we did,” Greg replied.  “And if we did, then after we eat, maybe you can join us in our rig and we can assist in whatever you were doing.” 

“I just might.  I’ll be watching to see which rig you get into.”

He left and once we were alone, Greg looked at me an d said, “I saw the way you were looking at him.  If he shows up, he’s all yours.  I’ve already had a strange one today.”

We showered and headed to the café for dinner.  As we paid our bill we noticed the hot driver standing near the exit.  As we left, he smiled and asked, “Does that offer still stand?”

“Sure does,” Greg replied.  “Let’s go get started.”

The three of us headed for the rig and once inside and the privacy curtains secured, Greg said, “Let’s get comfortable,” and started stripping.

“I’m Clay, and I’m wondering if he is joining in or just watching?” the driver said.

“Well, I’m Greg and he is Mark, and honestly, I was hoping to watch you and him.”

Clay smiled and said, “Whatever,” and immediately joined Greg and I in undressing.  Moments later, the three of us were totally nude, our cocks all hard as stone.

Greg and I were standing near each other and Clay was a foot or so away.  To our shocked surprise and pleasure, he stepped up to us and immediately started kissing me then after a moment turned and began tongue kissing Greg.  Both of us eagerly returned the kiss.

Without hesitation, Clay dropped to his knees and began alternating between our cocks deep-throating both of them.

I looked at Greg, smiled, and whispered, “Fucking awesome.”

Soon we were all in bed with Greg and I alternating sucking Clay’s beautiful cock.  After asking if we were in a hurry, I immediately said no and that we had all night to play.

Before Clay left our rig the next morning, he had sucked us both dry, we had each sucked a load out of him and both had fucked his hot tight ass.  But what I had enjoyed watching was him fuck Greg’s hot beautiful ass, as he and Greg sucked my cock.

He left just at daybreak, thanking us for an awesome night.  As we said our farewells, I looked at him and asked, “Does your wife know anything?”

Shocked, he looked at me and asked, “What are you talking about?”

Taking his left hand, I pointed out the slightly whiter band around his ring finger.

With a guilty look on his face, he said, “No, what I do on the road is none of her business.  When I’m home we have awesome sex and she is completely satisfied.”

We bid each other farewell, and as he walked to his rig, we headed in for breakfast.

As we ate, I looked at Greg and said, “We were running early, so after we eat, let’s head back to the truck and get some sleep.  We can get back on the road tomorrow morning.”

“Sounds good to me,” Greg replied.

We returned top the rig and after stripping, slipped into bed and were both soon asleep.  Sometime in  the afternoon, I awoke to find Greg missing.  I quickly dressed and went to the café to see if he was there.  When I didn’t find him I began a search around the parking lot, trying to act casual.

After about  fifteen minutes, I spotted him exiting another rig there in the lot.  As he walked up to me, I looked him in the eyes and said, “Man, you had me worried sick, wondering if something g happened to you.  When did you leave the truck?”

“About an hour ago,” he said.  “I was out just walking around and this driver struck up conversation and asked if I was ‘working’.  When I told him ‘no’, he asked what I was up to.  Told him I was a lumper for another driver that was sleeping.  He invited me to his rig for a cola and he made a pass at me and we had sex.   All he wanted to do was blow me.”

“Greg, if you want to leave the truck again like that just let me know.  I was so afraid something had happened to you.”

“You really care, don’t you?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t since we haven’t known each other that long, but I do.  I can’t help it.”

Once we were back in the truck and in private, he stepped up to me and hugged me, then kissed me  after which he said, “I had no idea what it was like to have someone care about me, but now that I do I love the feeling.”

He agreed to let me know when he left so I wouldn’t worry and I promised not to keep him from being himself.

We later ate dinner and again went to bed, cuddled together.  Then, the next morning he shocked me by asking, “I know you’re not old enough to be my father, but would you mind if I call you dad?”

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“Very.  I look up to you like a son would to his dad if they had feelings for each other.”

“Then I guess it’s dad I’ll be.”

After a gentle loving kiss, he smiled and said, “Thanks, dad.”

“No! Thank you, son,” I replied.

I busied myself, trying to hide the tears welling up in my eyes.  Soon, we were on the road again, and I estimated that we would be in Denver sometime late that afternoon.

We later stopped for lunch and before heading back to the rig, Greg wanted to make a stop in the store area.  I was looking around when I suddenly heard, “Hey, dad, you want something to snack on?”

It caught me off guard and I almost didn’t answer, then suddenly realized he was talking to me.  I called back and told him what I wanted and as we walked out to the truck, I said, “At first, I didn’t realize that you were talking to me, but I have to admit that it did sound nice.”

“Well, get used to it, because I doubt you will hear me call you Mark again.”

“That’s cool with me,” I replied.

We arrived in Denver too late to unload so we went to a nearby truck stop and after parking decided to get a room at the motel next door.  It was just at dusk when we checked in and as we were walking to our room, we passed a few rooms where the occupants were laying in bed watching TV totally nude.

As we reached our room, another trucker was walking toward us and I stopped him and asked, “Hey, man, what’s with these guys laying in bed naked and with the drapes open?”

Smiling, he said, “You must be new here.  If a guy is naked and his drapes are open, he is letting others know he is available for sex.  Just wait until later.  Most of the drapes will be open.”

“Well, how do you know what they are interested in?” I asked.

“It’s pretty simple.  If they have a straw in their mouth the want to have oral.  If they play with their ass, they want anal, and if they are doing neither, they are open for whatever the other person wants.”

“Will your drapes be open?” Greg asked.

“My co-driver and I are in room five.  Pass by and find out.”  With that, he smiled and turned and left us standing there in awe.

“Can you fucking believe this shit?” I asked.

“Well, it could prove very interesting,” Greg replied. 

We dropped our bags, and showered then went to the café for dinner.  As we headed back to our room, Greg spoke up and said, “Let’s go by room five and see what’s up.”

“Lead the way, “ I said.

We passed the window of the room and glanced inside.  There on the bed was the hot trucker we had spoken with and another guy slightly younger but equally hot, both totally naked.  

Just passed the window, Greg stopped and turned to me and said, “Let’s knock and see what develops.  I think a four way would be hot.”

We turned around and knocked on the door.  Just a couple seconds later the door opened and we were invited in, and the drapes were immediately closed.

The driver we had spoken with smiled and said, “I’m Tom and this is my co-driver and sisters husband, Ben. Who might you be?”

“I’m Mark, and this is my stepson, Greg.  Nice to meet you both.”

They looked at each other then at me and I knew what was going through their minds, and said, “Don’t worry, he’s legal.”

“By how much?” Tom asked.

Greg spoke up and said, “Three months.”

“Nice,” Ben said, before Tom spoke up saying, “Make yourselves comfortable.”

Greg and I immediately stripped and joined the two men on the bed.  Immediately, hot tongue kissing commenced between the four of us as well as groping.

Almost immediately, Ben was down between Greg’s legs, slowly yet hungrily sucking his cock.  Then, as Greg began sucking Tom, I  asked, “So just how did you and your brother-in-law get started together?”

“We were both drivers but drove alone.  We worked for the same company and were sent out together on a special run.  Having two drivers in a rig, we could cover twice the miles a day.  Well on our second night out, I thought he was sleeping and was in the truck stop about to begin my shift driving.  When I returned to the rig I found him sucking one trucker while another fucked him.  He had no idea I was into guys but when  he saw me swallow his cock he found out.  We have been team driving ever since.”

“His wife is your sister, right?”  He answered yes and I asked if she knew anything about their activities.

“She has no idea at all.  She just loves the fact that we are so close.”

With that, I began sucking Ben as Tom started sucking me. Before long, all four of us climaxed and devoured the loads fed us.  Then, after some making out, Greg and I fucked the two men after which they fucked us.  Then before it was all over, the two men had us both feed them our piss.

We half dressed and returned to our room where we quickly dropped off to sleep in each others arms.  Before making our delivery the next morning, we paid for another night, hoping to have as much fun as we had enjoyed the night before.

Returning to our room that afternoon. We saw one hairy chested muscular driver by the pool and from the bulge in his Speedo, he had a monster cock.

Greg decided to go out and start conversation with him and before it was over had given him our room number and invited him to drop by later if he was so inclined.

We had barely returned to our room after dinner and had both stripped when there was a knock at the door. Without any hesitation, Greg answered the door and there stood the trucker.  After inviting him in, he said his name was Clint and smiled and asked if we minded if he got comfortable.  Of course, we both told him to get as comfortable as he wanted, and soon he was as naked as we were.

Without any pause, he stepped up to us and kissed each of us before dropping and alternating sucking our hard cocks. After a while, he turned us around and eagerly began eating our asses, first one then the other.

Eventually, he stopped and said, “May I ask a favor?”

“Sure, anything,” I said.

“Will you two jerk off and cum in my face, then scrape your loads into my mouth?”

“Whatever you want, stud,” I replied.

We started jerking as we took turns jerking our cocks. As we drew near our climax, we began tongue kissing each other, passionately as Clint began licking the precum off the tips of our cocks.  Moments later, we both climaxed, flooding Clint’s face with our cum loads.  As we creamed his face he moaned in pleasure opening his mouth.

Once we were drained, we began gently scraping our cum into his mouth which he very eagerly ate and swallowed.  Then when we said we wanted his load he said if we took turns fist fucking him hw would produce an extra large load.

He produced some lube and Greg was first to bury his fist in the studs ass, going in to his elbow and working it in and out.  After a while we switched and I took over going equally as deep and soon Clint said he was nearing his climax. 

Seconds later, his cock began erupting sending huge pulsing loads of cum out onto his hairy stomach.  The cum load he produced was almost twice the combined cum we had produced. We eagerly began licking and sucking it up and from time to time fed some to him.

Then, before he left he again sucked each of us dry again, before drinking our piss.

The following morning we headed out, heading for San Francisco, and as we passed Clint’s room he exited his room wearing a Colorado state police uniform. Smiling, he said, “We all have our secrets, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do,” I said to him and he wished us a safe trip after telling us he spends his days off at the motel.

We headed on to San Francisco, planning on taking a few days off and going to San Diego, for some down time.

By the time we reached our destination, we had done it all, together, and that not only included sucking and fucking each other but also rimming and drinking from each others tap.

In San Diego, we hooked up with a couple of hot young Marines for an evening of fun.

Then as we headed back to San Frisco to search for another load, I pulled into a rest area and asked, “Greg, have you ever been in love?”

Looking over at me he smiled slightly and said, “Not until now.”

I smiled and said, “I never thought it would happen to me but I have fallen head over heels in love with you.  Please, don’t ever leave me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.  I love you more than life itself. I finally have a dad that I actually love.”

I convinced Greg to let me teach him how to drive a rig, and once he was of age, he took his commercial test and passed with flying colors.  We have been partners now for eight years and are still in love as much as ever.

Yes, we drive nude, blow which ever is driving, and get loads to Denver as often as possible. We have met with Clint several times.