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First Nut; I was a teenager when I learned that the unbelievable feeling that accompanied this eruption of thin, milky stuff from my dick didn’t actually kill me as I thought it might. I thought I had died and gone to Heaven the first time it happened. And I began to get an idea about what the writing on the wall of the service station rest room was about. I stopped there every day during my paper route and sat on the toilet reading lots of stuff that made me hard, but I didn’t understand at all. I would play with myself, but would stop when the feelings would get too intense. I wasn’t even very well developed yet at that age, and my dick was still pretty small. I couldn’t even get my fist on it; only my fingers. One night in bed I was looking out the open front window of my room at my sister and her boyfriend doing something in his car. He was behind the wheel and my sister was kind of out of sight. Once in awhile I’d see her head come up a little bit. It seemed to be in his lap. I stepped up on the bed so I could get a better view and saw her down on his lap with his dick in her mouth. She was going up and down and seemed to be enjoying it. I quickly stepped down so that there was no chance they could see me and continued stroking my very hard dick. Soon he got this look on his face that I’d never seen before and kinda jerked a couple of times. She got up, they kissed good night, and he left. I resumed my stroking, lying on my back. I didn’t even have my pajamas off because my brother, with whom I shared the room, might come home at any time. The feeling in my dick was more intense than it had ever been. It felt just so damned sensitive and fine. I got on the bed on my belly, reasoning that when men and women fucked the man was usually on top of her (little did I know) and continued to stroke. I decided that when it felt explosive, as it did in the rest room at the service station, I was just gonna keep doing it. I couldn’t stop anyway. This thin, milky fluid shot out on the bed and I was in paradise. I quickly got a handkerchief and wiped it up the best I could, wanting to hide any remains from my mother, and examined my dick carefully to see if it was bleeding or anything. It seemed to be fine and I decided, since my heart wasn’t racing as hard as it had been, that I’d probably be OK. I’ll never forget that feeling. I figured I’d have to wait until the next day to do it again, but decided that the rest room was gonna see more action from me than it had up till now. I realized that my bed wasn’t going to be the safe place since my brother was usually there, too. I figured that I could do it in the bathroom at home since we all locked the door when we went into there. I couldn’t wait until the next day to do it again. But what about the evidence? I didn’t want my mother to find out, or my brother, either, for that matter. I had to figure out a way to do this without getting caught by evidence. It turns out it was very easy to do. Eat the evidence. Give it up in a way that would allow me to swallow it. I had no thoughts about it being dirty or anything, just wonderful. Was this the “cum” that several different guys had written about on the wall of that rest room? Maybe it was. One guy said that he always eats his because he loves the taste of it. I couldn’t wait for the next day.

First Taste; The next day after school I went to get my papers ready for the route and got on with it. I was riding my bike with a hard-on, thinking about the rest room, which was near the end of my route, and what I intended to do while in there. My dick just would not relax. In fact, one old lady whose paper I had to walk up to a special place on her porch looked at my crotch. She could see that my dick was ready for some attention. She gave me a frown, which put a little bit of shame into me because my mother had taught all three of us that “your thing is very dirty.” I was at the point where I would open my pants to pee, wiggle it back in afterwards, and button up. I wouldn’t even touch it if I didn’t have to because of the fear she had put into me. Never mind. There was no stopping me now. The rest room was empty, as usual. I slipped inside, fastened the little hook on the door, lowered my pants, and sat down. My dick was hard and red. It had been hard for the last hour and I was anxious to see if I could get it to shoot the milky-white stuff like the night before. I was reading the stuff on the walls and stroking my dick with my fingers, it wasn’t long enough yet to get my fist on and before I realized it, it was shooting this stuff, cum? All over the floor in front of me. It happened so fast that I didn’t realize it was happening. I made a mess on the floor. And I noticed that there was much more of it than the night before and it seemed to be much thicker. Also, it was very white. I wanted to taste it, but I wasn’t about to after it had been on the floor. I was disappointed that I had stroked it out of me and let it get away. I wanted so badly to taste it. There was nothing to do but pull up my pants and finish my paper route. After I had finished, I had the thought that I could go back to the station and again and into the rest room. Maybe I could do it again. I put my bike around back, no danger of theft in those days, and went inside. I noticed that my stuff had dried on the floor and that there was a new writing on the wall. It said, “Hey, that’s a great load of cum. Wish I could have it.” And someone had shot his own stuff on the writing on the wall. I assumed it was the guy that wrote it. My God that made me hot! My dick was as stiff as it had been before and I had to do it. I touched the load on the wall with the head of my dick and than, fearing germs or something, wiped it off with toilet paper. I realized while I was doing that, that it wouldn’t be long before I would shoot another load. I quickly got my left hand under my dick head and shot another big load into my palm. It shot so hard that I missed some of it, but I got most of it. It was more than a teaspoonful, even without getting it all, and having shot about an hour before that. But I had my chance to taste it. I licked it tentatively with my tongue at first. I liked the starchy salty taste. Plus, it was so hot. I sucked the rest of it out of my palm of my hand and swallowed it down. I liked it a lot. Not only the taste, but the fact that it resulted from doing something nasty, something I had been told not to do. I loved it and I wanted more. I wondered if the other guy’s “load of cum” would taste like mine. What did he mean by saying “wish I could have it”? Would I ever know?

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Continued From Last Week’s Post

How to Have Sex. Always remember that Horny Drivers are not gay. Nor are they bisexual. Do not use these words whatever you think privately. They are ‘regular guys’ who sometimes like to ‘mess around’, ‘fool around’, or ‘have a bit of fun’ with other ‘regular guys’. Remember that you are not gay either, nor are you bisexual. You may be as camp as the Christmas Fairy and have been fishing for a driver’s dick all day, but you were just driving around and stopped for a rest to see what was going on or to have a smoke. If asked, you’ve sometimes messed around with other guys. Bragging of sluttishness is not a good idea. Generally though you’re not asked. In pursuing horny drivers you are following a lonely calling. Even in the cruisiest areas you should have little or no competition. Gym-toned twinks will turn up their noses at fat dicks proffered to them directly from open cab doors. So if you’re not fussy (I’m not) you get whatever’s on offer. The best I’ve managed is three in quick succession in the same rest area while a bunch of choosy queens slunk backwards and forwards along the path all night, ignoring each other in case Mister Perfect turned up. I can count on one dick the times I’ve been turned down on looks alone.

The great attraction of burly drivers (I can speak only for myself) is not knowing how to be gay - freshness, directness; sometimes you even get a driver for what seems to be his very first time (the guy who called out ‘help me! help me!’ while I was wanking him turned out afterwards to have no idea of whether he should touch me, what he should do, etc.; at the time I just thought this was what he said when he was going to have an orgasm).

Not knowing how to have man-to-man sex can also be a problem though. Here are some tips: no matter how butch, manly and daddy-ish drivers are in your fevered imagination, in practice they are generally as timid as kittens. Even if they know what to do, they generally won’t let on in case you think they do this sort of thing often. You have to do all the work - touch them first because they won’t touch you, undress them sometimes, suck them, fuck them sometimes, provide the condoms and lube, jack yourself off after they’ve come, decide when to leave. Usually they provide the towel (or a roll of toilet paper) to mop up afterwards, so you don’t have to worry about that. Coming on the sleeping bag is not a good idea. Sex is mostly on the bunk behind the seats and is cramped. Forget athletics and only 69 if asked - the risk of trapping your leg or getting cramp is high (you have to move round - they lie back). I have given the most amazing blow job to a guy who leaned against the dash with his pants down while I sat in the seat. He was hard as steel and big, with a good fat head. Unfortunately he refused to come (not common, but it happens sometimes; more to do with some personal line drawing over infidelity or not really being queer I think, rather than holding on for the next one) but I had fifteen minutes of very juicy slurping, with him mumbling ‘suck that fuckin dick, you sex slave’ and other endearments before he finally pulled back. Most body parts are a no-no.

Straight men don’t have tits and they certainly don’t have nipples. Most of them will let you brush against these nonexistent parts occasionally, but tweaking and massage may get you more or less gently slapped down. Personally I get off on stroking hairy bellies, balls and inner thighs, which doesn’t seem to be a problem. To kiss or not to kiss? If you want to and get as far as lying on top of him, face to face, try nuzzling his neck, then his cheek and see how it goes. A diversion is called for here. After long experience I’ve decided there are two types of drivers: the horny and the lonely. The horny are generally hard when you get in the cab and want you to suck or wank them.

The lonely are generally soft when you get in the cab. They are often divorced or separated and want someone to touch them and hold them. They may also want to kiss (usually not very well - be prepared for lots of teeth clashing and no tongues). Both can provide rewarding experiences, depending on your mood. Unfortunately, the hard-soft rule is not infallible, and it’s generally best to assume horny unless told otherwise. The dick is the main thing. Wank it, suck it, fondle it. You don’t need to tell them it’s big unless you really want to, but admiring the hardness goes down well, so to speak. Some men like to wank themselves towards the end (true of all men, not just drivers - in the end, you know best how to get yourself off) and you can watch or help, while wanking yourself. You may get wanked or sucked yourself, and sometimes it’s worth asking or offering because they may not like to ask. Strangely, and contrary to all fantasy, I’ve never met a driver who wanted to fuck me, though I wouldn’t say no and I have sometimes suggested it. Some do want you to fuck them, though they hold a touching heterosexual belief that face to face is the best way. As they’re generally older and fatter (than me, anyway) getting their legs in the air for this is generally not easy and it’s not usually the most rewarding experience. The only guy who spontaneously turned over onto his stomach to be fucked was also the only guy who asked me afterwards about local bars and nightclubs, indicating some familiarity with things gay. I’ve never tried any other position, even if space in the cab permitted. I get the feeling that anything other than missionary position - for example, him sitting on you - would count as ‘kinky’ and not the sort of thing they should be doing. The ones who want to be fucked, but can’t bring themselves to ask, will try and get the message across by putting your dick between their legs and lifting their hips to give you better access.

Remember, you have to provide the condoms. For the ones who don’t want to be fucked the arse falls into the same category as tits and nipples. As with all sex with strangers, establishing what you do and don’t want is often the subject of a going nowhere conversational mumble: ‘What do you like?’, ‘Well, most things really - what about you?’ ‘Yeah, well, most things’. The non-fuckees will usually add ‘but I don’t want you to, you know, put it up my arse or anything’. Risks and Disappointments. Apart from police activity, psychotic local queerbashing youth, and the odd catch of crabs, there aren’t that many risks (safer sex is assumed - set your own limits because they may not be very clued up). I’ve met one or two rather odd drivers and some sad and lonely ones, but none who’ve turned nasty. Always a good idea to make sure you know where the door handle and lock are when you get in though, and to keep whichever item of clothing has your car keys in it within easy reach.

Occasionally you have some competition from professionals (male and female). I once cruised a lit cab with occasionally tweaking curtains for ages. When I finally heard the door open I sauntered over only to bump into an amply bosomed female climbing out and adjusting her short short skirt. You win some, you lose some. You may sometimes think the guy’s worth seeing again, but don’t get your hopes up. I had an arrangement with one driver that he’d call me if he was passing through and I’d pick him up from a non-cruisy area and take him home, returning him afterwards. But after a while he only wanted to talk about his wife and kids. Most drivers will refuse to come anywhere with you and leave their truck. Partly because they’re often liable for the contents and it could be a scam. If you meet the same guy twice, it’s usually best not to mention it. Most drivers don’t want any other drivers to know what they’re doing, so you can spend some frustrating times reassuring them that the other guys walking by are there for the same thing, or waiting with them for the light in the next cab to go off. Benefits. Great, raw sex - worth all the hassles. Occasionally, some interesting stories. For every one driver and every one cruiser, there is a different story to tell. We all have our interest, skinny guys, hot guys, twink guys, fat guys, the list is long and we all have our ideas. Some tell stories as if around every corner there’s a trucker or cruiser just waiting to have some hot man to man, well, truth is, in most cases there are! It’s only how choosy one gets. I’ve been in porn shops, bath houses and rest areas, now, I’m not picky, but I’ve seen guys wait out the whole day or night, looking for that ‘Mr. Right’ instead of Mr. Right Now! What ever your preference, remember, when cruising truckers, one can’t be too choosy, or you will go home empty handed. Or should I say, spend your time ‘empty handed!’ Always be careful, know your surroundings and remember that not ALL truckers are looking for a blow job and not ALL truckers are gay! Be safe, use your head and get some head, life it great, and trucker cock is even greater! Facts are facts, take it easy and cruise with care. Hope this helps you guys, Peace!

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