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!