I've been wanting to feature a few horror stories from truckers and chasers about being assaulted while chasing, or harassed or arrested by law enforcement while chasing. I realize my website deals with the starry-eyed fantasies of chasing truckers, and with the animal lust involved in having sex with truckers in a big rig, but I always feel we don't hear enough about the times when chasing truckers gets us in trouble.
If you are reading this, and you've had any misfortunes with past truckchasing, I ask you, as a personal favor, to please hit the "comment" link, and share your experience with the rest of us.
You don't have to be a great writer, you don't have to impress anyone with how "hot" or how "hung" the trucker or you were. You don't have to try a fascinating story line, and you don't have to reveal any private details about yourself.
All I ask is that you just share with us what happened to you that made your truckchasing experience a bad one. Be sure to include the events or reasons that led you to find yourself in trouble, tell us exactly what happened, and then tell us the end result of that situation.
You'd be doing everyone a HUGE favor by sharing your experiences.
From the bottom of my heart I thank you.
If you are reading this, and you've had any misfortunes with past truckchasing, I ask you, as a personal favor, to please hit the "comment" link, and share your experience with the rest of us.
You don't have to be a great writer, you don't have to impress anyone with how "hot" or how "hung" the trucker or you were. You don't have to try a fascinating story line, and you don't have to reveal any private details about yourself.
All I ask is that you just share with us what happened to you that made your truckchasing experience a bad one. Be sure to include the events or reasons that led you to find yourself in trouble, tell us exactly what happened, and then tell us the end result of that situation.
You'd be doing everyone a HUGE favor by sharing your experiences.
From the bottom of my heart I thank you.
In 1997 I had my first mind-blowing and altering sex with another man. It was a trucker. Since then it's only been with truckers, albiet few and far between.
ReplyDeleteHowever in 2000 I was at a Rest Area off of Hwy 41, mile marker 84 in Lomira, WI. It was a Thursday night around 11:30 and I was majorly horny. A year had already passed since my last trucker encounter and the only thing I could think of day and night was nuzzling betwix the legs of a trucker - no matter the weight, size, whatever.
It's a newer RA with huge lots for both types of vehicles. The RA is between both lots. The rig lot only had 4 rigs in it, all dark not even trailer lights on. I was the only 4 wheeler in our lot.
There was a lot of traffic, much of it rigs barreling down the highway. Occassionally I would tap my brakes for nothing. At about 12:10, saw another truck coming down the highway and tapped my brakes twice. As it got closer I did it once and sure enough, with my heart racing it turned on it's turn signal and barrelled into the RA, parking toward the exit of the RA. As the driver was parking he flipped his interior lights on and off.
I waited until he parked and shut off his lights, his truck all dark and flipped my parking lights on and off. Within seconds he flipped his on and off. I don't know what but something made me wait. After about two minutes the driver flipped his parking lights on and off again - twice. As if he was in a hurry.
I don't know why but my gut was telling me to just leave. I didn't. I got out of my truck and went into the RA, stood at the urinal and waited, waited and waited. A good 10 minutes passed, so I washed up and headed back out thinking he'd be gone and that I had really fucked up on my chance.
Nope. As soon as the driver sees me coming out of the RA, he starts flipping his parking lights like crazy. My heart is racing, my gut is telling me to get back in my truck. I convince myself that I'm just nervous cause it's been so long. So I walk across the grass, past the convenience stand and head right to his drivers side.
The markings on his maroon truck say he's from Kentucky. It's a fancy peterbuilt - looks like a brand new truck. The driver rolls down his dark tinted windows and I see he's about 45, goatee, wearing a sleeveless t-shirt so his tats are showing on his big arms. Before I get too close he spits on the ground and is giving me a really hard look.
That's when I felt like a bug in a spider's web. In a harsh and angry voice he says, "What the fuck you need?"
I say, "nothing man, I was thinking you needed some help or something with all that flashing you were doing." and start to back up cause it seems to me like he's hiding something in his right hand.
I hear the door click open, as he moves quickly to get out, he's saying something about it being about time to "teach you fags what is right and wrong."
I back up even more now and he jumps down from his truck. He's holding a matchette in his right hand as he's yelling at me to "get the fuck away from my truck you faggot before I call the cops."
I raised my hands and said I was sorry for bothering him, turned to quickly walk back to my truck in the 4 wheeler lot.
The whole time he's screaming at me that he's written down my license plate and was going to report me and that if I hadn't of left right away he would have cut me up good.
I get in my truck and take off. I'm a little scared and get more scared cause he's barreling out of the RA right behind me tailgating me. I glanced at my radio clock - it was now 12:45 a.m. I maintain my speed at the limit, there's no other traffice close by in our southbound lane, yet he stays on my tail. I signal to get off at the next exit (it's only 1/2 mile away) and he actually gives me a little bump, but it wasn't enough to make me lose control of my truck.
By now I am super pissed and floor my gas petal and then check to make sure there is no cross traffic at the top of the exit. There isn't and I fly right past the stop sign and right onto the on ramp, he's actually sped up and I get back on the highway right behind him. He starts to pull away, but I don't give a shit. All I want is his license plate.
I put my brights on and stay far enough back, watching his taillights and focusing on his license plate, repeating it over and over again.
When I see his taillights come on and his tires squeeling to stop, I come right up behind him and swerve to go around him accellerating as I pass his tail end. My truck shot into over drive and his front end just missed my tail end as he swerved into my lane.
I kept the gas pedal to the floor until I reached the next exit. I didn't care either way, getting pulled over for speeding or just getting away from him.
I shot up the next exit, turned right and shot into the dark country roads.
At the next available stop sign, I sat with my lights out, grabbed a pen and one of my business cards and jotted down everything I remembered.
Then I barely got out my truck before I was throwing up.
To this day I still have that business card with his trucking company, city & state and license plate number and to this day I still think it was a trap.
Oh, I should also say, that incident was and has been my only bad experience in truckchasing.
ReplyDeleteI'm still not very lucky at hooking up with them. It happens only on a great occassion. But I relish each time it happens. Hopefully, someday I'll find my own trucker to keep satisfied.
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At midnight one time I passed back and forth with a friendly waving trucker-he was checkin me out and nodding. This went on for 20 miles until we came to the first stop light in a small empty town. I pull up to him-the windows come down and I ask him if he is staying awake and needs any company--He points a pistol at me and says he is gonna kill me. I floor the it and run the light. Boy did I ever read his actions wrong that night!
ReplyDeleteMy one and only bad experience with a truck driver was in Kentucky. I was on the CB. I clicked twice and got a clicking response. I announced to go to a different channel. The trucker and I talked for a few minutes. He told me to meet him at a truck stop a few miles down the road. He gave he the type of truck he was driving and where he was parked. He gave every detail about himself and his truck --- exactly who and what was around him. I pulled into the truck stop and found him right away. I parked my car and walked right up to his truck and climbed in. He was in the sleeper....only he wasn't. Wrong truck! It was a set up. there was a driver in the sleeper. he wasn't expecting company. luckily, i caught him off guard and he didn't quite know what to expect......i got out right away and left....
ReplyDeleteThat reminds me of an incident we had here. A truckchasing buddy of mine hooked up with a trucker on the CB. After some chat, the trucker told him where he'd be, what truck he'd be in, and to just go in and he'd be ready and naked waiting for him in the sleeper.
ReplyDeleteSure enough, it was the wrong truck, and my buddy had been set up.
Fortunately, the driver was still in the driver's seat, and when my buddy opened the door, he had a quick recovery and asked the guy if he'd seen a truck he was waiting for.
(Pretended to ask for info, and nothing else.)
Some truckers can be real pricks!
Another trick, and one I've experienced personally, is when a trucker hits you back on the CB and says he'll meet you somewhere and he really won't. I had a trucker tell me he was going to meet me somewhere across town, and I zoomed over there like an idiot only to realize I'd been set up.
But it only happened once. He tried it again a few times after that, and I guess he didn't recognize my voice; but I recognized his and played along till I found out what truck he was in.
I'll tell you about that suh-wheet payback next chance I get.
I sucked lottsa cock at the same I-40 parking area outside of Nashville. I was held hostage for about 28 hours with a trucker who fucked me in the mouth over and over. He would jiz on my face and make me clean him up, but he wanted the cum to dry on my face until built up another load. I was scared that he would kill me. He CB'ed two of his buddies and had them come over and mouth fuck me too. He let me out without comment the next day.
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