My first Spring break from college went extremely well! Being that I spent the last half of my senior year in high school and the Summer working out at the school gym before entering San Francisco State, my newfound hard body and renewed confidence made it possible to meet a lot of people in my freshman year. I went from a couple of gay friends in school, I messed around with, to constant attention by several hot gay men and some very fun and attractive lesbians, too.

With the connections I made with my new friends, I was able to take a week in Cabo for Spring Break with a great group of men and women. A group whose idea of fun had no limits. After a week of nonstop drinking and sex, I was kinda ready to return to school. Not that nonstop drinking and sex would stop back at college.

I stopped off in LA to visit my family. My father always gave me spending money some of which I was to use to fly back to school, but I would always pocket it and hitchhike. Extra money for drugs and/or drinking. My plan was to have a friend drive me to my regular truck stop on the freeway going North and drop me off. I would hang out until I spotted the hottest driver there and then chat him up pushing for a ride while hinting that I could be handy when he was ready for sex.

It never took long to find the right guy. When I spotted the one, a certain look would get a reaction and I knew that driver knew what I was offering. 

Today, my choice was a tall and lean guy, dark blond hair and scruff. Tight jeans and slightly sweaty wife beater completed the look.

As I approached the tall, lean one, I acted kind of shy and in need of attention. At 19 years old, and with a look of a lost puppy, somehow the truck drivers seemed to show a soft heart and would want to take me under their wing. This would set me up for easily convincing the guys to give me a ride.

I could easily tell this guy had a tight, sinewy muscular body and although looks usually are not that important, this guy had a beautiful, chiseled face that made me go all googly eyed. This he seemed to like. I guess I had chosen right because he immediately started to walk toward me in an assertive way. When he got close, he asked if I needed a ride! So easy. 

All this took about 15 minutes and we were on our way. I have learned a lot about trucks (and truck drivers) in my hitchhiking so I can converse in trucker speak to make the drive go faster. I always admire their rig, ask what kind of load they’re carrying (not that kind of load…that comes later), and other pertinent questions to show enthusiasm. I also always look directly at them so if they look over at me, they can see admiration for the masculinity they exude in my eyes. Maybe not surprising, these drivers can be very nice and sweet and kind and that doesn’t always show with their crusty, grouchy look. Many are lonely and any affection whether showing interest and acknowledgment or hitting on them in a sexual way is welcomed.

Time went by pretty fast and we were soon heading down into the Central Valley. After several more miles and some steamy conversation, we reached a rest stop and he pulled in. He parked and sat for a while, not saying anything and I read that to be waiting for me to “pop the question” I came right out, asking if he would consider me servicing him. By the bulge growing in his jeans, and my dick swelling, I knew the answer. No time was lost in my unbuttoning his jeans and lifting his hard round butt, he pushed his jeans and tighty whiteys down to his ankles so he could spread those muscular hairy legs wide for me. when he yanked his jockey shorts down, his cock popped out and then snapped back against his hard belly with a thwack. Fantasy does come true because it must have been a good 10 inches and already oozing pre-cum. I took a deep break and attacked with total commitment. I like to build up slowly with soft kisses and licks moving up and down the shaft before I go all the way down to the base. Having as many cocks as I have had in my mouth, I still gag until I’ve fully accepted the length down my throat. Drool was running down my chin and I kept up a rhythm down to the base up to the tip and back down again until he was moaning and pushing deep into my throat. Just to prove my ability, I sucked him until he shot rope after rope of white hot cum into my mouth. I gulped down as much of his sweet cum as I could, but there was so much that It gushed out the sides of my mouth and down my chin onto the seat between his hairy legs. My truck driver was breathing heavily as he came down from the sex-driven high he experienced. Without hesitation, I spread his legs so I could reach down and lick up every drop of his thick musty cum. When I looked up, he had a big smile of satisfaction and he pulled me close to his face and gave me a big wet French kiss, licking his cum from my chin and mouth. We both laid back on the seat to recover when he suggested we pull off at the next truck stop where we could rest and shower! 

The truck driver drove to the truck stop leaving his jeans around his ankles while I did a lick clean up of his hairy crotch, cock and balls. And he kept hard as a rock all the way to the stop which I thought impressive.

First off, I’m picturing a quick strip down and heading to the showers where I planned to show off my creativity on the truck driver. But the reality is he probably meant dinner and rest! We entered the facilities, I could see we were going to the shower area. Oh goody, I thought I was a boy in a candy shop. There were about 8 men in the showers and six of them were hot. Younger and all with great bodies from muscley and slender to big broad shoulders and narrow waist. After I came down from floating, I realized that there would be really only one who’d play with me and he was all mine. I liked that. Spending time with a driver on a long haul, you get to know the person and they get to know you. I had developed and real liking to this truck driver and knew the sex would be even better now that I was closer to him. We went into the locker room and I wasn’t sure how’d he approach this but as soon as we started stripping, he got real friendly so I was pretty sure this would lead to a hot, wet session.

With all the showers having only a half wall to separate the stalls how was this hot, wet action gonna happen? Two of the stalls became open (two of the not-so-hot ones had left.)
I assumed and started walking toward one when my truck driver put his hand on my shoulder and walked me beyond those stalls to one at the end that was private, with full walls and a curtain! I could only guess as to the reason, but it worked for us. We quickly slipped in and had total privacy to get dirty…

Having someone tall and muscular standing in front of me and looking down at my face is such a big turn-on.  Since we had talked about each other on the drive, the truck driver had such a look of passion on his face that I could melt…wet sloppy, deep kisses started on my lips and then moved down my chest and belly to my cock. Previously all attention had been paid to him and now he was reciprocating. A kiss on the tip of my cock and a full enveloping down to the base gave me ecstatic chills and as I moaned loudly, he reached up and softly put his hand over my mouth to quiet me. He gave me a well-practiced, fantastic blow job and made me so close to cumming, I had to slowly pull him up to my face. I then repeated the moves, wet kisses down to his cock. Of course, he knew what to expect…another amazing blow job that I planned on making even better than the last one I gave him. We were both very hard and totally into each other and in the back of my mind, I wondered if he was going to take me all the way. I would have welcomed it except I had never gone that far with any of my drivers. I was really falling for this guy and thought how great it would be if we would wait and do it in his cabin bed. He even seemed to foresee my needs and that made me even more hot for this guy.

We continued our drive towards completion moving up and down each other bodies, hot water streaming down and soap suds adding to the sensations. as we got closer to total ecstasy, we both reach down in unison and grabbed each other’s cock and stroked slowly at first then increase our grips and finished each other off. We actually came together, a super turn-on for me, and our thick cum shot up to our chests then hugged each other tight, smearing and mixing our creamy spunk on our chests and bellies. we scrubbed each other down, towel off, and walk out into the shower room as if it was the most natural thing to do. We had spent some time in that shower and we walked out, all of the guys were different. They all glanced at us and turned back to their showers. I did notice a couple of the guys had slight smiles on their faces which gave me giggles.

We dressed, grabbed some snacks, and headed back to the truck. We were on our final leg of the trip. We reached SF and he had to go through town to stay on the 101 so he dropped me off so I could take the bus home. As we parted, I gave him the most passionate kiss I could muster and said I hope I will see you again.

As to that fucking I had envisioned, I might tell that story next time…