Black Ass at Trucker Motel

Damn, that was a hot fuck session! It had been ages since I'd laid pipe like that!

I hooked up with a young, black trucker who hung about eight inches and liked to have it played with. The best part was how he loved to have his ass fingered. I knew I was going to fuck him when I started caressing his ass, and slipped a couple of fingers into him. He squirmed, moaned, then whispered "Go for it."

Sweet!

I got a small dildo I'd taken with me for just such an occasion. I lubed everything up, then worked his tight hole while he gave me head. A few minutes later, I propped him at the edge of the bed with his knees to his chest. I sat in one of the cheap, hotel chairs and worked his hole with the dildo set to full vibrate. He was ready.

I slipped in carefully, my rubber dripped lube and helped me ease into him. I fucked him in about six different positions until I got too close to continue. "I wanna swallow it," he told me.

"Okay."

I took off the rubber, wiped off the lube, and let him deepthroat me until he got me close again. Without thinking, I grabbed his head and fucked his mouth until I shot my load into him. He coughed and gagged, but I never let him go until I was done.

A repeat? You bet that ass! I couldn't help but think how hot it would have been to see him gulping down my load and some other fucker plowing into his ass. Maybe next time.

-TC

Message Board Fuhkup Part 1

Tuesday night I decided to switch over the message boards to an upgraded version of the software after months of looking it over. I was bored with the old message boards, and I was frustrated by the limitations it had regarding uploading photos, and a lot of other cool stuff I wanted to do. So I took them down after reading and re-reading the instructions.

What I didn't count on was the limitations my own webhost had placed on me. Understandably, though, they have some very serious security protocols that I'm grateful for. I was confused, however, by the lack of support when it came to fixing the screw-up I'd single-handedly created. Now, don't get me wrong. I didn't expect anyone to drop everything they were doing and tend to my needs, but I was very confused when the people helping me gave the message boards I was using such bad reviews and suggested a third-party board hosting alternative. I was confused because it was the owner of the company himself who had originally suggested the specific message boards I was using, and he was very VERY helpful when it came to the topic of these message boards.

Now I'm being helped by some guy I'd never talked to, then by yet another stranger who sent me the obligatory "we appreciate your patience" email. I felt like I was reading the script for some nightmarish Verizon telephone recording right before I was connected to some overseas support desk. It's Saturday night now, and the last email I got was yesterday telling me they were still trying to figure everything out. I decided Thursday to say "fuck the upgrade" and I loaded everything back the way it was.

I've been able to access the administrative parts of the message boards, but I can't update anything, or unlock the message boards because of server settings that aren't letting me do what I need to do. This has really got me to thinking. I realize now this is not the sort of customer service I want. I realize now the degrees of separation between the owner of the company and myself have been great enough to leave me feeling less important a customer than when I last talked to the owner. In other words, I'm ready to cut back on the service I'm relying on these people for, and I'm going to start looking at third-party folks. Since I'll have to put the money on these 3rd party people, I'm going to cut back what I'm paying my current webhost and scale back their share of my website load and bandwidth. Everyone tells me I pay too much, anyway. When they told me this, I always justified it to them (and mostly to myself) that the price was worth every penny because of the customer service. Now that I'm not as important as I once felt I was, I cannot in good conscience continue this business relationship.

Step 1: Switch the emails.

More of this coming soon...

Stocky Bear in the Woods

Quick update -

Was at the pickle park yesterday during working hours (managed to get out 'cause of the monthly doctor check-up) and saw plenty of lookie-loos cruising around. One in particular showed great interest. He looked like the guy most bear drawings are made from! Stocky guy, who would have normally been considered fat if he didn't have the broad shoulders and thick frame to go with his gut. Heavy 5 o'clock stubble, bushy stache, and a deep voice that made your balls vibrate when he talked.

We ended up in a wooded area behind the pickle park where he let me play with his pale, thick uncut cock until I worked up a slimy coat of precum on it. He loved to have his furry nipples licked and sucked on. He shot his load after I gently bit into his right nipple and made him jump. Rather than being all "cologned up", he wore a heavy musk scent that was powerful without being offensive. Talk about the ultimate aphrodisiac (sp?) for me!

Recent adventure

A camphone pic from a recent motel gathering.
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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.