This story is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18. Please enjoy.
Note: If you have not read "A Motel Along The Road", please do. This story is one in which I use an event that occurred in that tale.
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It was 1:25am and I was still at "Ye Olde Motor Motel" after having given an intense blowjob to a man whom I met on a gay dating site and wanted to be a slave for, his load was spent and swallowed by me, after which he said "Cum slaves sleep on the floor."
While laying naked on the thick shag carpeting, I snuck a peek to see if he was asleep. He was. So I quickly gathered my clothes. Got dressed fast and left. Walking to my car, I thought about the fantasy I had fullfilled and was glad I had done so. I also thought back to the truck driver and cashier who I saw earlier at a large truck stop.
While I was at the register purchasing a pack of gum, the cashier looked at the trucker and said "Such a nice firm ass and body. Do you think he's ever been in a truck's sleeper cab?"
The trucker remarked "Most likely. He's probably a gay lot lizard."
That got me thinking. I gave one blowjob tonight, why not make it two?
So I drove back to the truck stop to try and find the driver.
He was a large "bear" type, just like the man I had pleasured with my oral skills earlier at the motel.
As I pulled into the area of the truck stop which read "Cars Only.", I parked closest to where only big rigs parked. This was not going to be easy. There must have been at least 80 trucks. How could I find this dude? I know. I'll ask the cashier. But would he still be working?
I was hoping that since I had on the same red v neck t shirt and tight blue jeans, he might recognize me. It did not help that the thong I was wearing was for a lady; its sheer softness made my cock hard, really hard. And since the man I gave a blowjob to at the motel would not allow me to cum, it made walking tough.
The automatic doors opened and I was in the store area where the earlier verbal exchange about me had occurred. The cashier was not at the register, so I meandered around.
A clock on the wall read 1:55am.
While looking through a nudie magazine, he came out of a door with an "Employees Only." sign on it.
Well, here goes nothing.
I took the magazine to the counter.
"Hi."
"Hello." he replied.
After telling me the amount, I slowly went for my wallet.
"Wait. Don't I know you?"
"I was in here earlier." I said softly.
"Oh, yeah. Now I remember. I'm sorry about what I said. My brain's filter wasn't on."
"No problem." I said while smiling. "What you said was flattering."
He laughed and gave me the magazine back.
"I scribbled something on last page for you." His right eye winked after he spoke.
"Great." I said excitingly. "Thank you."
As the automatic doors opened, I felt a rush of cold air even though it was 85 outside.
Luckily, I had parked my car next to a light post. I quickly turned to the last page and read what was written:
"Go to the rig parked in #33. Knock on the back of the sleeper 5x and say 'lips' when the driver cracks open the window."
The term "Lot lizard" immediately popped into my head. I've heard about them- prostitutes who "work" truck stops. And here I was; horny as fuck, walking to a rig where I might "become" one on this night.
33 was painted orange on the black top where the truck was. I ran my left hand along the rig as I went to the sleeper and knocked five times.
I waited. The driver's side window opened a crack.
"Lips." I quietly said.
