True Story...
Another Friday night on the road, only 400 miles to go to deliver my load Monday morning. Nothing to do but cruise the radio. Plenty of time to look for some good, hot man sex. Sitting in my Volvo/White at the 76 In Texarkana. Freshly showered, powdered, and perfumed. 5'9"-185 lbs of Daddy Bear Trucker. I had jerked myself off in the shower but was still more than horny enough to take on any load that my come my way.
After closing the front curtains on my rig, I stripped out of my shorts and shirt, laid a towel on my drivers seat and cranked up my 148GTL, 300 watt linear, with a 50-watt modulator. Immediately, I heard the usual truck stop chatter going on, lot lizards and big radios dueling to see who could out-shout the other. I reached for my lube, dug in for 3 fingers worth and grabbed my 7" looking to keep my motor warm just in case someone decided to offer me a load.
My idling engine was sure a sweet vibrator through my air ride seat, my prostate was loving it. It wasn't very long before I heard a radio that was weaker than most in the lot. It was a LTD (Lady Truck Driver) asking for help! I keyed my mic and told her to go to Channel 24 so we could talk. She replied "Gone!"
I quickly wiped as much lube off of my fingertips as I could and reached up to change the channel on my radio. It must have been only 10 seconds but it seemed like hours, I heard "Fishlady" here. You out there?" I keyed my mic and told her "10-4, they call me Flavor Savor, I got a bodacious Hairy Lip, and I use it to savor the flavor! What kind of help are you looking for?"
She says, "Well, you might find this hard to believe, I'm looking for someone to suck off while they suck my husband." Now that was something that a bi-bottom trucker can only dream of most of the time! I had never considered it in my wildest dreams to possibly come real, but here it was. Years of Pickle Park man sex and this was the first time I would have a chance at a couple. Faster than you can snap your fingers I was keying back! "I can tell you aren't at the 76. What's your 20?" She answered "The rest area East Bound 30 on the Arkansas side." Between all the "Good Buddy" sneers and jeers I keyed my big radio and told her not to move an inch, be there in less than 5!
'How good is this?' I thought as I threw on my shorts and shirt, opened my curtains, and kicked it into gear as fast as I could. I pulled out of my spot and got on State Line Road in less than a minute. My 350 Cummins was straining to keep up with my need for speed. I somehow missed all the lights and made the right turn onto the Interstate in 5th gear. Two minutes later I was Jake Brakin' into the pickle park. Fishlady told me that her hubby would be standing outside their truck, looking for me. Sure enough as I slowed down I saw a driver climb out of his cabover. At first I thought I might have made a mistake!
He was so big he rocked the cab as he climbed out. 6'-3" or 4" and all of 250lbs if an ounce. I wondered just how in hell he fit in that cabover, not to mention he was running team. He had a full head of salt and pepper hair, heavy beard and tattoos up and down the two columns he had for arms. I just about fainted when he waved at me. This was my dream man for dream sex.
I rolled up next to him and rolled my window down. "Fishman?" He nodded and pointed to an open parking spot and in a voice that told me he was going to be in command (which almost made me wet my pants right then and there) "Put it over there. We'll be there in a couple of minutes." He didn't have to tell me twice. I parked it and threw on the brakes and started the process of closing the curtains again.
I had enough adrenaline flowing with excitement that my hands were shaking. I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard him pounding on my drivers-side door. I opened it as fast as my trembling hands would allow. He rocked his way up into the cab and barked at me to open the other door and let Fishlady in. I stretched across from my sleeper and grabbed the door handle. Fishlady sidled up into the passenger seat.
They both appeared to be in their late 30's. She was a medium build, a nice medium sized pair of breasts, reddish hair, and a very nice smile.
Wearing blue jeans and a maroon knit top that really matched her hair, she grinned at me and said, "I hope you're not disappointed, but I just got my period and can't really participate with you two."
I frowned in a playful way and told her I was a little, but I was thinking the whole time about what I could do with this big bear of a driver sitting in my seat. I could smell him; he was musky, deep, and rich. He hadn't had a chance to shower that day, to my pleasure.
My whole body was alert, straining, anticipating what was happening. My dick was hardening just looking at him. She started to tell me that he had confessed to her that he was bi and loved to get it on with other men. He smiled and said that he had always told his first wife that he was going on a weekend fishing trip in order to get away for man-to-man sex. He didn't want to have to do that with his new wife and co-driver. She just nodded and grinned as he told me this. "I want to see you with another man for myself, I think it will be hot," she said.
Almost immediately he barked, "Strip!"
You don't have to tell me twice. I stood up in front of my bunk, tore off my T and shorts with as much speed as I could manage.
He twisted his way out of the drivers seat and stood between my legs as he took off his shirt. It wasn't easy for him, as tall as he was, he couldn't stand erect in the sleeper. His barrel chest covered with thick, coarse hair. He picked up his right foot and set it on the bunk right between my legs. I knew what he wanted without his asking. Pull off his black utility boot. Size 13 printed on the bottom. Did this mean what I thought it meant. Could it be? I tore off his sock and then the other boot and sock as well.
As I dropped the last sock, I noticed that it was darker in the sleeper than when I had started. I looked up and all I could see was a heavy brass buckle with a 2 1/2" black belt holding up thick, worn blue jeans. What took my breath away was the size of the package! I could tell that his dick was already half hard, but extended down his left pant leg to his mid-thigh. It had to be three fingers wide already with plenty of room for growth. (My hands are shaking just remembering)