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Flashback: September 2, 2004

09.02.04 Blog

Add another notch to the bathroom/gloryhole scoreboard!

Tonight's glory hole beef belonged to a horned up trucker who loved to get head without the cumbersome details of conversation, physical contact or visual stimulation.

The busy truckstop was packed with men. There was heavy traffic at the fuel pumps, and even more traffic in the bathroom. But the loud and aromatic toilet traffic didn't stop my fat-dicked trucker from shoving his pecker through the hole in the wall for some relief.

A man in a rush, I caught him jacking off as I sat down in my stall and peered through the well-worn glory hole between our stalls. He saw me looking, and I pushed my nose through the hole a bit to let him know I wanted more than a show. He took my hint.

The trucker shoved his fat cock through the hole, and I wrapped my lips around it as best I could. I started my tongue manipulating ritual and got him worked up. Not less than a minute went by before I heard him breathe heavy, then he thrust his cock back and forth through the hole in the wall and into my mouth like he was fucking a favorite piece of flesh.

His spasms delivered a heavy load down my throat, after which he pulled out, tucked it all away then left. Swift, silent and happy.

From The Road 0001

Greetings from the road, my fellow Chasers! I had a strange adventure
last night, and I wanted to share it with you all. This blog comes to
you from my cellphone, so excuse any misspellings, etc.

I was at a pickle park for the night when I saw an extended cab pickup
pull in a good ways from me. The driver got out of the truck and just
hung out behind it as he smoked his pipe. That really caught my
attention!

After a while, I walked over to talk to the guy, and see if I could get
him to play some with me. I had already decided I wanted to play with
this Daddy when I first laid eyes on him. He wore a cap over salt and
pepper hair, he wore a dark tan Carhart jacket over a dark shirt and old
jeans. His workboots supported his stocky frame, and even in the low
light after sunset, the white of his bushy stache stuck out for me to
fantasize about. He puffed at that pipe as we made small talk.

Minutes later, I squat low in front of this daddy, and I savored his
fat, uncut pecker. He wasn't huge, I'd guess about 5 inches, but he was
the perfect mouthful. Strangely, he never took his hands out of his
coat pockets other than to smoke his pipe. I opened his fly, got access
to his boner, took care of business, and put his piece back in his
jeans.

I made small talk before I went back to my truck, and that's when it got
weird.

You from around here, I asked him. He took a long puff of his pipe. I
live in the area, about a few miles from here, he said. I just decided
to come out here and get a little peace and quiet. His voice was deep
and a bit hoarse. A strange look of serenity showed on his face now
where a look of nervousness had been.

I work for the Sheriff's department as a deputy.

My heart sank to my feet, my face felt hot, and I closed my eyes for a
second longer than I normally would. All I could think was "Oh fuck."

I appreciate the blowjob, he added. I gotta get going. With that, he
put his pipe back under his bushy white mustache, got in his pickup, and
drove away.

I don't know if he told me that to scare me shitless, or just to give me
more of a hardon. What do you think? And yes, he showed me the badge.

TruckChasing Gone Bad

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.

Truck Yard Head

Sometimes it helps to be in the dark!

With the bone-chilling wind cutting into both of us, I opened the
passenger side door of my vehicle. The dome lights had been
strategically disabled, so no one could see what we were doing in the
middle of the dark truck yard.

I sat in the passenger seat of my vehicle with the door propped open.
The driver walked around my vehicle and stood, legs apart, in front of
me. My face level with his crotch, he undid his trousers and pulled out
his meat. I immediately went to work on his uncut beef, and quickly
brought it to life. He muttered a few comments before he grabbed my
head and shoved himself deeper down my throat. He slid out then back
in, his balls hitting my chin and my nose mashing into his pubes. My
eyes watered.

Finally, his rhythm got faster, his breathing erratic, and I heard him
give a pained moan before he slammed my face into his crotch and held it
there while he unloaded. His load shot into me, and I swallowed his
every drop.

When we finished, I pressed any remaining juice out of his shrinking
penis, and savored the creamy stuff. He cleaned up, tucked up, and
zipped up before he thanked me and went back to his truck. I got up
from the passenger seat, cleaned up, then went around and got in my
vehicle to drive away.

All in all it was a great night!

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.