Freaky Trucker 12 Trucks Ready

I got the call from Craig saying my truck was ready.

I took a quick shower, got dressed and caught an Uber to the shop to find my baby sitting out front, shiny as when I first bought it. I gave the driver a hefty tip for the quick ride, and I would walk over to my ride as I fell in love all over again.

"I'm glad you're mine," I said as I eyed it up and down, looking like a weirdo to pay homage to a vehicle that provided greatly to my well-being.

"Brotherman, she's good as new, ready to roll," he told me as he handed me the keys.

He gave me a run down as I paid the bill before reviewing and signing some paperwork, and I couldn't walk fast enough to get to the passenger side to hop in. I was giddy seeing the sun shine perfectly on the glistening tires, and I would turn the ignition and do what I call an op check, checking all devices on my ride while hearing my engine purr again. I climbed out of the cab to finish the inspection, then took my ride for a quick spin as I was whole again. Not rolling did something to me, as it was more than just earning a living, but trucking was a big part of my personality. I heard George Strait crooning from my phone through my Bluetooth speakers, and I felt I needed to get back to business, so I contacted dispatch back west.

"I'm up. Still in Connecticut, and I'm ready to rock," I told Shelly as she picked up the phone.

"I can hear it in your voice, Big Wayne," she said as she was jubilant.

Shelly always had something tucked away to make my pockets fatter, for our decade long dealings forged a relationship where I always took care of her, and vice versa.

"Got a mission for you, sweetcakes," she said in her midwest drawl.

"Trailer transport to grab another. 20-foot container from Bridgeport, already on wheels, dropping off to Port of Virginia. Bobtail out, then grab a load out of the bacon and ham plant in Smithfield. Unload in Indy, and I'll get you back out here where you belong."

"Baby, I got a set of roses coming your way," I told her once she unloaded the price tag, as this was some hefty revenue.

I needed to pay for the maintenance and get my checkbook back in order, and this was easy work. It was Wednesday, and I didn't need to drop the specialized port load until that coming Saturday afternoon, so I had time.

"You can drop it anytime before Sunday," she added. "Just call the number when you're 50 miles out and they'll be waiting for you. Please, don't be late."

Shelly deep down I delivered on time, or even early at times, and a ride south to Hampton Roads was easy work, especially since I'd been frequenting the area as of recent. Gabe was on my mind, as was the two truckers I played with at the truck stop in Virginia Beach, so I was extra motivated to get down there. The deadline allowed me another night to relax, and so I'd book one more night at the Comfort Inn by calling the front desk to extend my reservation.

"I got an itch for some fresh seafood anyway," I told her.

"Get your seafood honey, and eat enough for me," she chimed as she was slightly jealous. "Just be safe getting back this way."

I overheard some chatter time back about a place called "Hook and Reel," as evidently they were well known for good mussels, shrimp, and lobster tails, three of my favorites. I decided I would indulge, but first heading back to the motel to gather my things. Once done, I cleaned out the rig, made it smell super fresh once I cleaned all the linens and scrubbed surfaces before catching an Uber to the grocery store to replenish a few items. I would take a nap, and wake around 6 p.m. to check my phone for any messages. Nothing, and a sudden feeling crossed me not to be alone for the evening under any circumstances.

"Hey man, you know I'm still in town if you wanna hang out," I messaged to Davey.

"I'd love to," he said as maybe 30 seconds passed between texts. "I'm calling Craig to join us, by the way."

I was elated, and would do a quick shower and shave, then throw on one of my favorite flannels, jeans and cowboy boots before stepping out.

"Looking good, trucker," said Craig as we stepped simultaneously to the front door.

We walked inside and were greeted to live music, and an aroma of deliciousness as we were being seated. This "guys only" event for us was heartwarming, being I didn't come to the east coast, let alone Connecticut often. I also didn't hang out unless I was trying to get fucked or blow some cock (not to say I didn't want both from the duo). We'd sit, and Davey mentioned he was a step further transitioning into being a full time trucker.

"Talked to the wife. She's all for it," he said before Craig declared he'd buy the first two rounds between us.

Craig offered his advice, and I gave a piggyback of thoughts, as we bonded like three boys in the school yard, celebrating like long tenured friends when I barely knew these three not even a week. The food would come and I couldn't get enough of the mussels, for all I mentioned I ordered, but the mussels stood out the most.

"Get some to go," Craig said as the two of them laughed while the whiskey and food worked us.

We left the restaurant via Uber, and I'd encourage the three of them to come back to the room to hang a bit as I was destined to roll the next morning.

"Where to next," Davey asked.

"Bridgeport first to snag a container, then down to Virginia," I told them.

I was selfish as I didn't want them to part, wanting them to stick around for more....bonding time. I had a case of beers I purchased for the road, but I chose to crack it open as we took our shoes off and loosened our clothes. We would end up watching basketball on the television while carrying on like three young men, being boisterous as we filled our bellies with Bud. Davey seemed to be the most at ease as he mentioned this time as a break from his family, and Craig was just happy to be out of the house as he claimed his wife kept a leash on him.

"She thinks I'm out here trying to fuck," he said.

"Are you," Davey asked.

"Hell yeah," said the 63 year old as he started laughing. "I had a couple of funsies in the past, and that's why she won't allow me to leave her sight."

He'd admit this was the real reason he stopped trucking, vice the excuse that revenue wasn't as great.

"Big Wayne, I bet you get your fair share of pussy, or cock sucked while you're out there," Davey suggested.

I couldn't confirm or deny, just giggling and taking a sip of my beer, subtly hinting I chose dick by wrapping my lips around the edge of the bottle.

"Me and Cindy have an open relationship," Davey admitted.

"Open," Craig asked.

"Open," Davey responded as he would explain. "It's a lot of fun."

"It definitely is," I added as I was slowly trying to steer a threesome. "What's the wildest sex you guys ever had?"

They both looked at me with surprise, not necessarily comfortable answering the question, but I was curious. I would "go first" by making up some story of my ex-wife, and a janitor "we met."

"He fucked first, then I fucked second," I told them, leaving out the truth of the janitor being a close family friend and him fucking me in all reality.

"During my bachelor party, we were all so drunk and my buddy Hank offered to give me a blowjob," Craig admitted.

"Did you do it," I asked.

He looked me in the eye and sipped his beer, then looked the other way at the television as I began to snicker.

"I watched my boss fuck his mistress, then the mistress' husband turned around and sucked him off," Davey said.

I didn't expect these answers, but was excited to hear them.

"Ever since that, I'm not gonna lie, I've been wanting to see what it feels like to get my dick sucked," Davey said. "By a guy."

I started to wonder if it was no coincidence we all linked like this, as these two became good friends who had hidden fantasies.

"You ever been with another guy," Craig asked as he peeled off his second beer.

I couldn't lie, letting the cat out of the bag of my first time many moons prior and how it dampened my desire for women.

"So you prefer cock," Davey asked.

"I do," I told them as I felt my temperature rise.

Craig snickered.

"This whole time, I bet you wanted to suck my cock, didn't you," he asked.

"Probably wanted to suck mine, too," Davey chimed as they read me like a book. "So what would happen if I took my clothes off?"

"You come over to me, and I'll suck your cock," I told him.

"Is that all you'd do," Craig asked as he stood up. "Can you handle two cocks at one time?"

I remained sitting at the edge of the bed, taking a hit of my second beer while the pair of bears stood up and undressed below the belt. I'd watch them at the corner of my eye climbing out of their pants, the both of them donning socks, Craig a white pair, and Davey a black pair as they knew nothing of my fetish.

"I asked you a question," Craig said as he was standing in front of me.

He blocked the television with his stiff stake as it was slightly bent from its length. I parted my knees, and he stepped between them, and I examined his crotch as he had his black pubes surrounding its thick base. I sniffed the area to catch a hint of dried sweat, and kept my nose at the base while extending my tongue to rub on his grooved balls. Davey would come to my left as he was standing beside Craig, fully naked and stroking himself as he was close enough for his cock to touch my left cheek.

"He's doing you pretty good," Davey said. "I wonder if he'll do me, too?"

I answered his inquiry but resting my jaw for a brief 10 seconds, then looking up at Davey with a big smile on his face before I attached my face to his oozing cock. Craig rubbed my chin while I turned my head in different ways to swirl my mouth on Davey. Davey's prick was tasty, as he was clean as a whistle, giving off that sweet precum each time I squeezed his shaft.

"My turn, buddy," Craig said, and I went back to his long, thick staff.

I purpose added more saliva to glide back and forth easily, causing the spit to roll down my chin and onto the floor. Davey tapped my forehead after a couple minutes as if he was demanding I shift back to him, and so I did, but this time banging my skull against his waist as I tried to pull it down my throat.

"And he doesn't use hands," Craig said before I went back to him, this time tugging at his balls with my right hand.

I gave them equal amounts of treatment while internally I was an inferno, wanting one of them to ask to fuck me. I took a small break and would pull off my bottom garments, and they both would help me with my shirt in order to fondle my tits, and cause me to go back at it. I pulled both cocks to me and tried to insert them in my mouth simultaneously, and was successful for all of 30 to 45 seconds as it seemed to make them both moan. Craig would pull back, choosing to lay on the bed while I went at Davey.

"Holy shit, Wayne," Davey cried out as I went full length on his cock, squeezing the shaft, and releasing at the ridge under the tip before I would reattach my face, and go back to the base.

I repeated this action until he hollered out my name, and without warning I'd taste that sweet nut as it splashed against the middle of my tongue.

"Let go, Wayne," he told me as he pushed away from me.

I was wiping my face and licking my lips from the flavor of his baby batter, then turned my attention to a naked Craig as he was stroking, watching the both of us go at it.

"Now its my turn," he said as I wiggled between his legs.

Craig's cock looked perfect as it stood strong like a stanchion, and its veins strewn throughout. He looked at me and smiled, and made it wiggle without moving his hips, and I amused, and hungry as it grabbed hold of it with my lips and began to suck,. He had a slight bend near the bottom of the shaft towards the base, and the head was noteworthy as looked like it could trigger a different type of sensation inside of me.

"I want you to fuck me," I told him.

"You don't make the rules," he said. "Put it in your mouth and suck, bitch."

I heeded his request like the bottom trick I was, just happy I was able to lure these two to the room and act out their fantasies. Craig's big dick pushed me to my limit of sucking, as a few times I gagged, but simply held it in and continued to push and pull.

"Oh yeah, baby," he said as it felt like his cock hardened more. "Suck that cock, boy."

I would, using my right hand to aid in a little stroke, suck session as it followed my face each time I rose up on the shaft. I got a rhythm and couldn't stop myself as I was dead set on making him blow.

"Don't move," he said as he then pushed down at the back of my head. "I'm about to cum, I'm about to cum. Swallow it Wayne, oh fuck, swallow it all."

I gave in to his demands to be rewarded with his clumpy seed, as it almost felt like bouts of yogurt as it splattered. I would still swallow his bit, then lick under the tip, before squeezing his shaft and placing my tongue at the slit to ensure I got it all.

"Damn, that was hot," Davey said when I finished.

"What? Me sucking you, or me sucking Craig," I asked as I rolled over to lay on my back.

"All of it, and for good measure, I should've fucked you first," he said as he complimented my hole.

The two of them would lay on the opposite bed for I had two queens in the room, and we'd sit and chat for a bit until they decided to get dressed and leave. Connecticut provided me with a good time after receiving some much needed maintenance on my money maker. I'd fall asleep, and would wake a few hours later to stroke until I came, then showered and gathered my belongings prior to getting dressed and checking out, and hitting the road to make some more money.