The Life and Times of a Long Haul Trucker
Prologue:
Hi there, my name is Jake Morris and I am a 45 year old cross country trucker. This story is about my sexual experiences as I make my way across the country. There isn't a state in the US that I don't have a story for.
Now you are probably curious about how this story is going to be different from other stories. Well for starters, I'm gay. That's right. I love cock. Any man age 18 and up. Don't matter to me. As long as he has a cock between his legs and a nice sweet asshole for me to stick my 9 inch boner in, I'm a happy man.
I guess I should tell you a little bit about me. Like I said, I'm 45; I stand a little over 6' and have a medium build. My once sandy brown hair is spotted with gray but I still think I am a handsome man.
I discovered I was gay when I was 18. My best friend's brother took my virginity so to speak. He sucked me off then fucked me up the ass. I have never been married nor have I ever been with a woman.
I have never been in love although I have a feeling I have left a few broken hearts along the way. There are too many sweet cocks across the country to examine to give myself to just one man.
So if you're still interested, sit back and hear my tale, you just might like it.
Chapter 1 in Washington with Wayne:
My story begins 20 years ago in Washington. I was actually born in Seattle so naturally when I started driving; I got a job with a company out of Seattle.
Like I said, although I discovered I was gay when I was 18. I was actually 25 when I met Wayne. He was my instructor on driving truck.
I knew from the minute I first laid eyes on him that I wanted to fuck him something fierce. The guy stood about 2 or 3 inches taller then my six foot, had a slender build with blondish brown hair and amber eyes. He always wore tight pants so I was able to get a good look at the package he had between his legs. I know he used to push it down his pant leg and could have sworn that he was at least a foot in length.
Of course I couldn't do anything about my fantasies, see Wayne was a happily married heterosexual. Or at least that was what I thought. How was I supposed to know he was a closet gay?
It was during my first actual load when I discovered that Wayne wanted me as much as I wanted him. We were supposed to be delivering some stereo equipment to this place here in Seattle. At the time I was strictly working local. Well we had just dropped off our load when we got a call from dispatch.
They wanted to know if we wanted to pick up a load of lumber and head down to Vancouver. It wasn't exactly long haul but it got me out of Seattle. I talked to Wayne and he was all for it until dispatch told us that we wouldn't be able to drop the load until 7Am the next morning.
I looked at my watch. It was a little after 3 now. If we picked up the load and headed to Vancouver, we should be there no later then 10:00 tonight. That would mean we would have to sleep in the truck. Together.
The Truck was set up mainly for one person to drive while the other slept. It had a good sized sleeper but there was only one bed.
My cock hardened in my jeans thinking of sleeping next to Wayne, but I wasn't sure how the older man felt about it. He looked over at me then told the dispatch that yea we would take the load.
Wayne was quiet the whole way to Vancouver. I drove the whole way; he told me if I wanted he would drive back. He figured if I was going to drive long haul I should get used to the freeways and stuff.
I picked up I-5 south and beat my hands against the steering wheel in time to the music on the radio. I listened with half an ear as Wayne called his wife and informed her that he wouldn't be home tonight. I had never met Wayne's wife but I had seen pictures of her and thought if I went for women I would definitely go for her.
We stopped for dinner at a truck stop just outside of Vancouver then parked the rig outside the place where we had to drop the load the next morning. After showing the guard our ID and paperwork, he left us in peace and I looked over at Wayne.
"U-Um...Do you want to go to bed?" I asked as he looked out the window at the dark sky.
Wayne turned to look at me; his eyes were dark in the darkness of the cab. "Actually you go ahead. I'm not really tired. I think I'll go for a walk." Before I could respond, he was out of the truck and slammed the door behind him.
I stared at the closed door for a minute, and then sighed.
Making sure everything was off; I climbed into the sleeper and closed the curtain to ensure privacy. I debated about sleeping in my clothes but finally decided to strip down to my underwear.
I slipped under the thin blanket since it was warm in the sleeper and rested with my hands behind my head. I wondered where Wayne was and couldn't stop wishing he was laying here beside me.
As I thought about him, my cock hardened in my shorts. I knew I wouldn't get any relief until I took care of it. Sliding my shorts down by my knees, I grabbed my hard cock and slowly stroked it. I closed my eyes, imagining it was Wayne's mouth moving over it instead of my hand.
I kept my eyes closed as I slowly jacked my cock. Precum started leaking from the tip and I used it as lube to make it easier. By the time my mind was on Wayne fucking me, my hand was flying over my cock and my breath was coming in heavy pants.
"Oh fuck, yes." I growled jerking at my cock as fast as I could as I imagined being fucked doggie style by Wayne. "Fuck, I'm cummmmiinnnngggg..." I cried in the empty room as my cock shot out.
The first load went over my head while the rest landed on my chest and stomach. I stroked my cock until I was empty then dropped my hand to my side as I tried to catch my breath.
I cleaned up the mess with my underwear then wished I hadn't. I hadn't planned on being gone overnight so I hadn't brought any extra clothes. I realized afterwards that I would either have to sleep naked or pull my jeans back on.
I didn't think I could handle sleeping in my jeans so I stuffed my cum soaked underwear under my pillow and slid naked back under the blanket. Hopefully Wayne wouldn't mind.