Saturday, February 19, 2005

Texas - 19 FEB 2005

This place is ripe with opportunity for truckchasers. There are big trucks parked everywhere in mall parking lots, behind industrial centers, and even on abandoned pieces of land. The popular place seems to be a gas station at an intersection connecting the main freeway and an alternate route to the beach. Normally, I rely on my c.b. radio to cruise truckers, but the car I rented came without a c.b. radio. (Those bastards!) On the plus side, this provides me the perfect opportunity to hone my chasing skills without the use of the c.b. radio.

Success story number one was with an older trucker parked behind the busy gas station. I spotted him when he got out of his truck to use the bathroom, and I quickly (but tactfully) followed. The immaculate bathroom with the social services overhead lighting echoed our piss streams when they hit the small pools of odorized water. I made note of the clean bathroom, and used that to break the ice. We bullshit for a while, then I steered the conversation my way.
(Dam, I still got it.)
Of the several drivers parked behind the gas station, the tall, brown-haired driver was the only awake at that time. I turned on the charm, worked the body language, and finally, I got him to invite me to the cab of his truck. The driver looked to be in his late 50's, he was clean shaven, had a light complexion, stood at about 6', and couldn't have weighed more than 190-200 lbs. What really got my dick twitching was his powerful, deep voice. I knew I had to hear how that voice sounded when I drained his balls.
Once we were both naked in his cab, I quickly realized this Dad of a driver was a genuine aggressive and dominating Dad. He made it clearly known he was going to be in control at all times, and said I would kicked out of his truck if I so much as talked without his permission. I almost shot my load on the spot. I complied. My next realization came at the painful expense of my nipples. The driver had a serious fixation with nipples, and I learned it the hard way. He lingered on my nipples more than anyone ever had before. Every touch, tug, pull and exploration of all my other body parts were in conjunction with the abuse to my nips. He asked me to chomp on his nipples, and I returned the favor. Although I'd winced a couple of times and made him back off when I hurt too much, I could never bite him hard enough to make him wince. There were a couple of times when I thought I would literally bite off his nipples, too.

For the next half hour, he explored every inch of my body, all the while being forceful, humiliating and erotic. His hefty boner drooled plenty of precum which I lapped up greedily.
Finally, the driver had me lay back on the bed of his sleeper, he pushed my legs up over my head for me to hold them there, then gave me the best head I'd had in a long time. He confessed later he enjoyed watching a man helpless, and at the sexual mercy of another man.
Damn, I'll take that sort of sexual helplessness anyday!

Sunday, February 06, 2005

6 FEB 2005

Driving south on 81, I passed a big truck not even thinking about trying to see who was driving. I was ready to get home, it had been too long a weekend, and I missed my bumpy mattress. I halfway daydreamed when I heard the CB click three times. Damn, that's close, I remember thinking. I clicked back, and my clicks were answered.
"Two-three," I said quietly into the microphone. Minutes later I was talking to the trucker I had just passed up. We pulled over 50 miles down the road and I ran to his big truck where I gave him head. He tried to last as long as he could, but my mouth was too much for his fat boner. He shot his load soon after I sucked on his balls, and licked his hairy hole. The white-haired, clean-shaved Daddy with crystal blue eyes thanked me and said he had to be moving on.
We talked on the cb radio until I had to take my exit and head home. With my buddy card on the shiny, dark wooden dashboard of his cab, I knew he'd be calling back again soon.