Being a truck driver is a lonely job. It’s always just, me, the road and my CB radio. You can imagine how my wife feels though. A few days a week, I hear her rave how lonely she is. The irony is that while I understand, I actually like the distance. Being home only 2 days a week gives me opportunities. The kind of opportunities she would not understand.
My New Addiction
About 2 years ago, I met a guy named Al. He was 6 feet tall, husky build, and extremely alpha. I was intimidated when he spoke to me. I had just pulled a 10 hour drive from the South to the West Coast. All I wanted to do was enjoy a beer, then grab a few zzz’s in my truck. While sitting outside the rest stop, there was a knock on the passenger side door. Dam lot lizards I thought.
“I’m not interested honey,” I yell.
“I need a ride man.”
I pulled my curtain back, and there he was standing outside my truck.
Well, to this day I don’t know if he was really standing there or not. That is another story though.
“How can I help you man?”
“I’m trying to get to San Diego, can I get a lift?”
I was hesitant. This guy could totally rob me but I figured why the heck not.
I told Al to let me rest a bit before we headed out. He sat in the passengers seat while I chilled in the back. I know you are probably thinking how I allowed a strange man in my truck but he seemed like a nice guy. Or, whatever he was. What happened next always baffled me. I can’t explain it nor truly understand why or if it even happened. I recall us talking about the good old days trick or treating. It was Halloween night so it made for great conversation. He looked at me in a way that made me feel, well uncomfortable but strange. He said after a pause in our conversation, “Has a man ever blown you?”
“What???!” I asked.
“Has a man ever blown you?”
“No”, I said.
“Well since you are giving me a ride, I want to show my appreciation.”
“I’m not gay,” I said. For some reason, my cock began to twitch.
Before I could say no, his masculine arms pulled down my pants. I gave a few protests but it was all so exciting and before I knew it, my cock was being sucked by some strange guy I had only known a few hours. I pumped my 6 inches in and out of his mouth while looking down at him. He begged for my cum and I squirted a large load down his throat. I hadn’t gotten laid in weeks and it felt so good.
My Need for Cock
My need for cock greatened afterwards. Oh, but the real kicker? I fell asleep and woke up to him being gone! There wasn’t a trace of him anywhere in the lot. All my money was still in my wallet too. I had a massive hangover though, and a wet spot in my bed. I questioned whether or not I had really had sex with a man or was it all a wet dream. To be honest it didn’t matter. My interest grew and from that moment forward I began to seek out other men who loved cock as much as I did. My wife doesn’t know about this and unfortunately never will. I’ve even started sneaking a pair or two of her panties with me on the road to wear for random lovers in various cities. I feel like such a slut and have considered going gay. All because of a mysterious guy named….Al????