Was this guy saying what I thought he was? Was he planning on raping me right here in this deserted rest stop? You familiar with the expression, squeal like a pig, boy?”
You ain’t exactly my type, but in a pinch, I reckon you’ll do. You look mighty pretty down there on the floor with your pants around your ankles. “I’ll just be on my way,” I tried, hoping he would let me be without any further embarrassment as I tried to pull up my trousers. He reached down and gave his crotch a squeeze, repositioning what looked like a baseball bat running down the inside of his thigh, clearly outlined against his tight denim jeans. “It can get pretty lonely out here on the open road, I understand the need for relief.” “Yea, son, I know what kind of relief you was looking for,” he replied. “I was only trying to relieve myself,” I said. He was maybe 50 years old and looked mean as dirt. His hair was receding but he wore it long in back, braided into a dirty looking pony tail. He had a full, shaggy beard and was wearing a pair of dark aviator sunglasses that gave him a look of pure evil. The guy was huge, probably 6’5″ with a big gut that stretched his flannel shirt to the point of button breakage as it sagged over his Levis, a big silver belt buckle fighting to keep his jeans up.
“Obviously not,” the big truck driver spat. “I, I, I….” I stuttered, as I tried to compose myself. Some would say that’s indecent exposure and I hear you can get arrested for that,” he chuckled. “You know, you shouldn’t be walking around in the parking lot out there with your little penis hanging out. “Hmmm, what you doing their partner?” a deep voice interrupted behind me.Įmbarrassed out of my mind, I reached down to yank up my pants and in the process lost my balance and fell flat on my ass. I was so caught up in my fantasy world that I didn’t hear the trucker enter the restroom. The restroom was filthy, with graffiti littering the walls and an overpowering smell of urine, but I was beyond caring. I dropped my trousers down around my ankles as I stood in front of one of the urinals and proceeded to do some serious whacking, dreaming of the hot little brunette with the big doe eyes and the ridiculous whale tale stamped over her firm, bubble butt that had been blowing the entire basketball team on my dvd. It was cool enough that I could see my breath, but the cold air had no effect on my stiff rod as it bobbed up and down, eager to unload the spooge building in my balls.
I assumed the guy was sleeping in his truck, so I hustled out of the car, not even bothering to zip up, my hard cock protruding straight out from my unzipped fly and slipped into the mensroom to relieve myself. I was nearing the point of no return but I didn’t want to blow a big load all over my clean trousers so I pulled into a rest stop, completely deserted except for an eighteen wheeler parked at the far end of the lot, curtains pulled on the cab. Traffic was light and I was watching a smoking hot blowjob compilation dvd, my suit trousers unzipped, my hand slowly jerking off my raging hard boner as I tried to stay in my own lane. I was driving along Highway 50 in the middle-of-nowhere Nevada during late fall. I even had a DVD player installed in my company car so I can enjoy some nasty porn on the long drives thru the desolate Nevada and Utah wastelands.Īnd that’s exactly what got me started on the road to being a trucker’s submissive fuckbuddy.
But I still feel guilty every time I cheat on my wife so it’s not unusual for me to hole up in some cheap hotel room during the weeks on the road with a porn movie or a titty magazine, taking business into my own hands. Even better, the girls I slept with couldn’t wait to tell their friends about bagging my big dick, so next party I’d have several new little cocksluts to choose from.Īfter 18 years of marriage, my sex life at home is pretty boring. Back in college, I was always fascinated that when a girl heard I had 8″ between my legs, she’d do almost anything to get me in the sack.
I’m 6′ tall and still at my college playing weight of 185, with a full head of blonde hair, blue eyes and a package that has no problem enticing a slightly drunk woman to forget her inhibitions and throw caution to the wind. I stay in good shape and I’ve always had success with the ladies.
I admit I’ve had a few affairs over the years with my fair share of coffee shop waitresses, grocery store clerks, or lonely traveling business women. I’m usually on the road two to three weeks per month. My customers are mostly small retail stores and I travel frequently to visit customers throughout my territory.
I’m a software salesman and my region covers all of Northern Nevada and Utah. We have three great kids, a dog, an SUV and a killer mortgage payment. We met senior year of college and have been married ever since we graduated. I’m 39 and I live in Reno, Nevada with my wife.