Right Man, Wrong Match

I can't be the only guy this has happened to -

You meet who you immediately feel is the perfect man for you, only to discover he's a great guy who completely detests all the things you've done in your past, but haven't told him about yet.

Specifically - all the times you've had sex with other guys, all the times you've enjoyed going to nudist camps, been to those private outdoor barn parties full of naked men having sex, all those times you've cruised truck stops, rest areas and the c.b. radio.

It happened to me again. I'd been with this guy one time over a year ago and we had a fantastic time. It was the first time I'd been in bed with anyone and they'd actually shown me affection rather than passionate lust. I thought it was cute at the time, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized how good it felt. Before I knew it, I started fantasizing about this guy and I saw myself in a loving, one-man relationship where we came home from work and lived every domesticated gay man's dream. It scared me to have those sort of thoughts, but they felt good. It was difficult to see myself in a relationship because most guys don't approve of the sort of sex life I have, or have had in my past.

A year passed before I spoke to this again. Just last week I saw him online and I said hello. He was back in the states, and as we talked, he confessed he'd really enjoyed himself and wanted to be more than just fuck buddies. (Cue the "hallellujah" choir!) We talked, and we talked some more, and I became aware of his life as a single parent, and his crucial need for privacy and discretion. No problem. I'm more covert than most of our government operations, and I've enjoyed being discreet for almost all of my sex life. I could deal with his top-secret needs. Unfortunately, his needs got bigger.

Being new to this sort of man-to-man lifestyle, he had all sorts of questions about sex, activities, partners, etc. Even though he's a couple of years older than I am, I felt like I was giving my son his talk about the birds and the bees. That's about the time he hit me with a brick. "That all sounds like fun, and I appreciate you being so open-minded about it. But I think I'm just gonna keep you as a fuck buddy and not fuck with anyone else. I don't want to be a whore."

Ouch. Is that what he thought I was? Or is that what he'd think I was if I told him about my sex life before him? Man, what a kick in the nuts! I heard the speech over and over in my head, but the words never left my lips:

By the way, buddy, I've had threesomes, I love to be sexually adventurous, and I run a website that features truckers, chasers, anonymous sex and promiscuity. Do you still love me? That's great! What color curtains should we get for the living room? Will your mom like me? I can cook, and I have great teeth! See?

Shyeah, right. Who am I kidding? So once again I've come to my all-too-familiar fork in the road. Do I try to live my fairytale fantasy dream life and give up all the things I love doing to make this man happy? Or do I live my life with no compromises and hope the right man comes along (again) who won't have a thing about me being (or having been) a "whore"?

The "whore" comment happened about two days ago, and I've been too chicken-shit to answer the phone when he calls. I'm just not sure what to tell him, or where to go from here. I know what the right thing to do is, but it's so hard to turn away what feels like the man of my dreams.

I've been in this situation before, and I ended up moving in with a guy who turned out to be a total psychopathic asshole with a serious "mommy complex" and a self-destructive hate for human life as we know it. So I don't want to go down that path again. I made the wrong decision when I chose to sell my soul for what I quickly realized was a mistake in judgement. To put it lightly, it was very fucked up!

What would you do?

Mind If She Watches?

I'm grateful there are still folks out there that are sexually
open-minded and can still appreciate some excitement in their sex life.

After contacting a trucker on the cb radio this past weekend, we met off
the main highway.

The driver was a rugged man, stood at about 6.5 feet tall, mid 40s,
bearded and barrel-chested. His deep voice complimented his mountain
man look, and the whole look was topped off with a shiny gold wedding
band. I didn't think twice about the ring, but I didn't think his wife
would be riding with him.

After some explaining, he told me how he and his wife were swingers, and
how she sometimes enjoyed just watching. I tried to imagine being the
sex show for a horned up little lady, but most of all, I imagined seeing
this burly trucker naked and all over me. I didn't care who watched.

Having decided I wasn't much of the shy type, I agreed to get naked and
have some sleeper fun with the bearded trucker while his old lady
watched. About an hour later, I jumped out of their KW and headed
home.

Driving back, I couldn't help but inhale the musky scent of the
trucker's nutsack as it fermented in my goatee. There were hints of his
load in those deep breaths I took, and I couldn't help but smile when I
thought about what I'd just been a part of. I got hard again.

After I'd met his sexy wife, I joined the trucker in their sleeper. We
all got naked, and the boys quickly got into a 69 position while the
girl watched closely and played with herself.

We got into a variety of positions, but the trucker's wife stayed out of
the immediate action until we got close to shooting our loads. Back in
a 69, the trucker and I deepthroated each other.

Not long after we got a good rhythm going, I felt the trucker's wife
take hold of my boner and gently jack me off. The trucker continued his
blowjob concentrating his talents on the head of my dick. The attention
pushed me over the edge in no time.

I grunted loudly with the trucker's boner still down my throat. I shot
my load. The feel of cum shooting out of me was quickly accompanied by
the feel of hungry tongues lapping up every drop I had to offer. Talk
about hot!

We were all in bliss. A few seconds after I stopped shooting, the
trucker let loose his with his own load. Past the bearded man's grunts
and groans, I faintly heard the subdued whimpers of his wife. She had
brought herself to orgasm, and the trucker helped her climax as he
directed his oral attentions to her overheated pussy.

I can't help enjoying the things I do, but I love to meet like-minded
others who can cut loose and enjoy their sexuality. So I don't mind if
she watches, driver, and I'll be even happier if she joins in.

"Hurry, Before She Suspects!"

I drove out to the TA truckstop yesterday to meet a driver who'd found my info and wanted to meet. He sounded unusually nervous, and my gut instinct told me to be careful.

To make a long story short, I ended up meeting the driver at the urinals in the truckers rest room, and we jacked off next to each other. We couldn't head back to his truck because his wife was there, and although I offered to drive him out to my place, he couldn't leave for long without his wife getting suspicious.

What a world!

The driver was in his late twenties to early thirties, and he had a nice, broad and ridiculously fat cut pecker on him. He was no cover model, and his clothes were dirty and ragged from days on the road. I would've never suspected this guy to be the kind that likes to mess around, but I was happy to see he wasn't faking anything when he shot his jizz all over the pisser in front of him. It was a hefty load, too. Very much worth the drive.

Dad At Pisser

It's a good thing I don't travel without a camera. You never know when one's going to come in handy. This is a perfect example of it, too. I stopped at a rest area in West VA and was sitting on the toilet when I saw this Daddy across from my stall taking a piss. (See photo.) I quickly grabbed my camera, propped it up against the crack between the stall door and the wall, and clicked this photo.

The shorts-clad Dad took his time at the pisser and wasn't shy about doing his business. When his stream of piss hit the pooled water of the urinal, the sound drowned out the humming of the overhead fluorescent lights. He finally finished his business, and I noticed he was awfully quiet just standing there. I could see his right arm moving rhythmically, and I thought he was shaking it just a bit longer than most guys do. At least, where pissing is involved.

I looked under the stall door and saw only his pair of feet at the urinals. I slowly unlocked the stall door, and made sure he saw what I was doing as I spread my legs and stroked my boner. He returned the little show and turned his body to show me his half-swollen uncut meat. I smilled, and he grinned because he knew I wanted some of that, and we could both tell he was hurting for some head.

Minutes later, we were both naked in his truck sleeper, and I had half his rod in my mouth. His foreskin was velvety sweet and his salty precum seasoned an already delicious serving of manjuice. I continued my oral therapy on his cock for no more than 10 minutes before I was given a bountiful helping of Daddy's load. He told me he'd been saving that one for a few days, and he was very relieved I had been around to help him unload. His rod started to shrink, and I took that as my cue to make my exit. I licked his hairy balls and savored the musk that collected from hours of driving and days of denial. I wanted something on my goatee to smell later when I thought of him and we were both hundreds of miles apart.

I got dressed, gave him my buddy card in case he headed my way, and then I left his truck.

All in all, it was a good piss break, and I was happy to have my camera with me.

Deep Voice, Brown Fur

“I got an eight-inch cock!” the raspy voice said on the CB radio.
“Yeah, they’re all big on the CB, driver,” I replied.
“Why don’t you come and suck it?”
“Cause you won’t tell me where you’re at.”
And so went our CB talk until the driver finally chickened out and left me hanging as the silence on channel 23 dragged on. It’s amazing how so many of these guys talk big until you call their bluff. I went back to channel 19 and made myself known.
Soon I was talking to a driver on channel 25 and he asked if I was close to the truck stop. “Sure,” I said. “Where can I meet you?”
“Meet me in the game room,” he said with a deep voice that made my dick hard. “I’ll be wearing a cap, I’ve got a beard and I’m a bit heavyset.”
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll be wearing a black ball cap, I’ve got jeans on and a black t-shirt.” Not long after, we connected after sizing each other up in the game room. I thought he was going to be of the 300-lb variety when he said heavyset, but he turned out to be less heavy than he made himself out to be. I admit that his voice attracted me, or I might have had second thoughts from his “heavyset” comment. His brown beard was thick, and visions of cum drops on it made me lightheaded. My dick was already leaking precum as I felt his deep voice rape my eardrums with its bass. We abandoned our respective 25-cent electronic brainwashings and left the game room to walk over to his truck. The walk took us across a crowded lot full of big rigs; truckers and the overwhelming smell of old oil and diesel. We got to his truck, where we climbed in to get naked after he put up the privacy curtains.
The stocky driver was covered in brown fur to match his beard, and his nice uncut dick was dripping precum when I put it in my mouth. We eased on into a hot 69 and he sucked on my dick like a pro licking up every thick drop of precum that coated my dickhead and foreskin.
“I want this fat fucker up my ass,” he said. “You Mexicans have the hottest dicks.”
I laughed at the comment and I could swear I heard the Mexican National Anthem somewhere in the back of my mind. “Go ahead on,” I told him. “Just go easy, it gets fatter when it gets more excited.”
He handed me a rubber, I skinned back my dick and painfully rolled the latex on. He coated my latex-sheathed dick with some cold, slimy stuff. I was a bit close to shooting my load after putting the rubber on, but the cold gel quickly calmed me down.
It took him a while to squat down onto my dick, but when I was all the way in, he rode me like a hungry pro. I jacked off his uncut pecker and fondled his furry nuts, occasionally reaching back with both hands and spreading his asscheeks apart. I could feel my balls riding up in anticipation, and then the all-too-familiar tingle started at the base of my dick and deep inside my guts. “I’m gonna shoot, driver..” I told him.
“Fuck me, man!” was all he could mutter as I started to fill that rubber with a hefty load of Mexican cum. He leaned back so his ass could swallow as much of my dick as it could and I could feel my dick tapping his prostate. The waves of pleasure swept over me as I felt the cum from his pecker hit my chest and chin. He came in gallons, too. He collapsed on me for a bit after we shot our loads, and the brown fur on his chest soaked up the cum from my chest. My dick slipped out of him. We cleaned up, traded numbers, email addresses and I was back on my way. I’ve had a couple of calls from him after that, and the sex just keeps getting better and better.

Always A First Time - Pt 1

It was about seven-thirty on a Sunday night when I was heading back home from a buddy’s house after a nice afternoon of lounging around, grilling some steaks and enjoying his wife’s home-brewed iced tea. It had all been a really relaxing day, and I was ready to head back to the house to shower and call it a night before facing yet another Monday.
The interstate was busy as usual, but not to the point of being crowded. Cars zoomed by and the occasional big truck decorated the concrete with its diesel-flavored melodies. Man, how I love the sound of a diesel engine! I turned on my CB Radio to listen in on the chatter that I was sure was going on. There were a few drivers exchanging directions somewhere in the distance, so I clicked my microphone a few times not really expecting anything. My clicks were answered almost instantly, and they were coming in really loud and very clear. The trucker was close!

It wasn’t long after the trucker and I traded CB clicks that we were talking like two old friends. I moved him around from channel to channel a couple of times to lose any curious audiences that may have been listening to us. A little added privacy always helped. He asked me the usual questions after we got to chat on the CB, and it was his questions that convinced me he was the real thing. Most truckers that just want to play games with you won’t get into much detail about what they want to do, or they’ll be overly descriptive with their proposals. Despite his deep and commanding voice, the driver calm voice told me he definitely wanted some action. We both happened to be headed southbound, and after a five or 10 minutes I caught up to him on down the interstate. He was driving a flatbed, and he was hauling logs south for some big company I didn’t bother to remember. What I do remember is his telling me he was ready for a “good blowjob”. I tried to picture his hardon as it tented in his pants and occasionally hit the steering wheel.
“Why don’t you pull up beside me and give me a little show?” he asked over the CB.
“Sounds good to me,” I told him. “Lemme know if you can see alright.” I pulled up on the left lane of the two-lane highway and took my fat, uncut pecker out of my jeans. I was already hard from the little adventure I was having, so I wasted no time as I showed my boner to this flatbed fucker.
“Dammit, boy…” the deep voice came over the CB. “Now you get me really stiff here. Let’s stop at the pullover just on the other side of the next town. That’s about eight miles away.”
“I can do that,” I said. “I’ll run up ahead a bit and let these people behind me pass me up.”
“Just be sure and give me a good show before we get there, good buddy.”

For the next eight miles I beat my dick off in all sorts of creative ways that one can only imagine. My driving skills were tested and we overcame curves, speed zones and the occasional 18-wheeler as it drove by not noticing my boner poking out from my jeans. We finally made it to the pullover with only a few minutes of daylight left. We couldn’t have timed it better. I got my digital camera, my condoms and made sure my wallet was tucked safely underneath my seat before I headed out to meet the trucker.
The pullover was nothing more than sixty feet of gravel that had been dumped there and now made a shoulder big enough for an eighteen-wheeler to squeeze into. It was easy to miss if you didn’t know it was there.
I locked my vehicle, walked around to the passenger side of the truck to see the trucker standing by the door with his back to me and taking a piss.
“Need some help, there?” I shouted over the roaring engine of his Peterbilt.
“Come on,…” he motioned as he turned around and shook the last drops of piss from his dick. “Take care of this.” I looked at his dick, looked at him, looked around and laughed.
“You want me to get in through the passenger door or the driver’s side?”
“Right here.” He stroked his cock, and instantly it grew to a hefty seven or eight inches of thick, uncut trucker dick. “You can suck me off right here, and no one’s going to see.”
I laughed nervously, looked around, and realized he was right. The way we were parked, the truck itself hid us from traffic as it flew by, and my truck unwittingly hid us from anyone coming in the opposite direction. The only flaw I could see were the two pairs of feet standing notoriously close to each other.
“Hurry up,” he said sternly. “I gotta get rollin’”
With the feet situation in mind, I sat on the second step of the passenger side and leaned over almost parallel to the ground. I tucked my head under the exhaust stack and deep-throated that fat dick as best I could. The precum was flowing, and it mixed in with the last bit of piss to give me a bittersweet taste with which to remember that flatbed trucker by. “That’s damn good, boy,” he shouted at me. “Just watch your head. That stack is hot.”
I could feel the heat radiating from the exhaust stack as it warmed my left ear. I didn’t care. A couple of times my head hit the stack, but the annoying burns were worth every second of skull-fucking the driver gave me. Two minutes flew by and I couldn’t help but wonder how we looked there. He was furiously fucking my face, his cock and balls jutting out of the opening of his pants, and I looked like some sort of circus contortionist as I held on for dear life to the steps and the driver to keep from falling. The image danced in my head and I was dizzy from my adventure. The driver shot his thick, creamy load down my throat as he let growled and moaned with every shot that left his cock. I could tell he didn’t care who heard him. I realized we had nothing to worry about with the combination of dense vegetation next to the truck, the roar of the diesel engine and the gusts of wind from traffic as it flew by.
Another minute went by until his cock finally went soft in my mouth and he pulled out. We made idle chat, I told him awesome that little “outdoor” adventure was, and how I’d be glad to repeat it anytime he felt the need.
“I’d never done anything like that outside like that,” I told him in my best redneck accent. He laughed a hearty laugh, as he tucked his cock into his pants and fixed his belt and shirt.
“Well, there’s always a first time.”

We started to leave when I asked if I could give him my number. He thought it a great idea, and I decided to ask if I could take a few pictures of his truck. He laughed again, and said it was fine. I took four pictures and used different settings and different angles to get the best possible shots of the truck. I couldn’t help but notice the steps where I’d sat and treated myself to a hefty dose of trucker cum. His piss had stained the ground and made it noticeably darker than the gravel around it. My dick started to get hard again, and I decided it was time to go. The night now upon us, the photos turned out too dark to do that shiny Peterbilt much justice, but they were a great reminder of my first roadside blowjob. It just doesn’t get much more exciting than that.

The driver got back into his truck and waited for me to get to my vehicle and start it up. The CB radio still on the same channel as before, he came across the CB to let me know I was clear to jump back on the highway.
“Bring some of those pictures the next time you swing by,” he said.
I smiled. I told him I’d carry my little album next time, and I hoped he wouldn’t forget about me. He laughed again, and said I’d better be ready for a quick run out to this pullover when he called. The whole outdoor experience had been an awesome one for me, and I was ready to enjoy it again if he ever called me back. First time, or not.

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!

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.

Big-Dicked Black Trucker

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