Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2007 00:58:12 -0500
From: Stan
Subject: Truck Stop Showers Gay Male/AY

The following story is completely true.  It happened some years ago before
the day moms were even concerned about their children in public washrooms.
When men could leer openly at little boys with out the fear of being
recognized as the hidden pedo's they were.

My dad's friends didn't think anything about the fact that I would usually
try to make sure my hand landed somewhere near their crotch when I climbed
on their laps.  When I made it clear why I had placed it there (I was a
precocious 4 year old kid.), most dads were more than happy to comply.  The
ones that weren't usually lifted me off and told me to run off and play.

One friend in particular would often make sure that I came and sat on his
lap.  He would tickle me and I'd push my little butt against his crotch.  I
didn't know exactly why at the time, but I was very excited about the heat
that came from his "daddy" parts.  It was fun in the summer when he would
wear his swimsuit and I would be in my little swim suit the matching
jacket.  He would put his hand down the back of my swim suit and just rub
my butt.  I could feel his big dick pressing against my backside.

But I digress.

When I was 8 years old my dad was a truck driver.  He would haul long
distance.  When he would come home we'd pick him up from the truck stop.
One night in particular we were waiting for him and it was getting more and
more difficult to keep from having to pee.  I finally told my mom that I
really had to go.  Since my sister was in the car she couldn't take me
inside.  She told me to go in and use the bathroom.

Since we were near the trucker's entrance I ran in the first bathroom door
I saw.  It turned out to be the trucker's shower room.  I ran to the urinal
and pulled down my pants.  I pulled out my boy "weiner" and started to pee
like mad.  As I started to feel some relief I realized that I had stumbled
into the shower room.  There were a bunch of stalls on one wall and a row
of sinks at the other side.  I could hear the shower running in one of the
stalls.  My little boy mind started racing.  I knew that there must be
naked men with HAIR.  This got me very excited.  I slowly looked around and
pulled up my pants.  I walked to the stall that I could hear the running.
I peeked through the crack in the door and saw a NAKED man standing under
the shower head slowly soaping up his chest.  I stood there mesmorized.  I
watched him for what seemed like a really long time.  He took the soap and
was washing under his arms and the soap water was running down from under
his arm and making its way down to his hairy crotch.  When it his his
crotch it rolled down his cock and a huge stream seemed to be coming off
his dick.  I unconciously started grabbing at my boy hardon.

Suddenly I heard a noise to my left.  I looked up and there was a man. He
had been in the stall toilets.  He started shaving at the sink.  I hadn't
heard anyone else in the place.  He stood there shaving, but watching me
the entire time.  He had his towel wrapped around him and I could see the
outline of his very muscular butt.  He was about as old as my dad from my
eyes (which was about 30) but at the time he seemed very old.

He stared at me and I got really scared.  I knew that what I was doing
wasn't "normal".  I was afraid he was going to yell at me or something.  He
just stood there looking at me.  Then he smiled.  I instantly exhaled.  I
wasn't sure why, but I knew that I wasn't going to yell at me.  He finished
shaving and rinsed his face.  He took his towel and wiped the remaining
shaving cream off his face.  He stood back from the sink so I could see his
big man cock.  It looked huge to my 8 year old eyes.  He smiled and let me
have a good long look.  He stepped back to one of the shower stalls and
closed the door but not all the way.  I heard the water start running.  My
heart was beating a mile a minute.  I took a deep breath and walked over to
the stall the man had walked into.  He was standing there completely naked.
He had hung the towel and his dop kit on the wall.  He smiled at me and put
his finger to his mouth giving me the signal to be quiet.

I just stood there and he motioned for me to close the door.  Just then I
heard the other shower turn off.  He came over and quickly locked the door.
I was scared and wasn't sure what to do.  I wanted to run but he instantly
made me feel really excited when he took my hand and put it on his daddy
dick.  It was starting to get REALLY hard and REALLY big.  I looked up and
he smiled at me.  His dick was starting to drip stuff.  I wasn't sure why
but it didn't gross me out or anything.  He took his hand and put some of
it on the tip of his finger.  He licked his finger and smiled at me.  I
wanted to know what it tasted like too.  Since I was so close I just leaned
forward and put the tip of my tongue on his pee slit.  He exhaled really
big.  It scared me so I pulled away.  He just grapped my hand again and
pulled me closer.  I knew he wasn't mad by the smile on his face.  He
motioned for me to do it again.  I liked the salty taste that spread
through my mouth from the first little drop I had digested.

I leaned in again and this time took a big lick off the tip of his daddy
dick.  He moaned and grabbed the back of my head.  I was afraid of what was
going to happen next.  I think he just didn't want me to pull away again.
He took the head of his dick and rubbed it against my lips.  The taste and
the scent were overwhelming.  Instinctivly I knew to open my mouth and he
slipped the head of it in my mouth.  He just said in a low voice, "That's
it kid".  I took my hands and grabbed his hefty cock to get a better angle.
He put his hand over mind and started pumping it back and forth.  Finally I
got the idea and kept moving my hands when he removed his.  I looked up at
him and he was staring down at me.  He smiled really big.  I knew I must be
doing it right and wanted to keep doing it.  Just then he grabbed my head
and kept it on his dick.  I could feel the head of his dick getting bigger.
Suddenly he groaned and my mouth began to fill with salty cream.  I tried
to pull away but he held my head there.  I had no choice but to swallow.  I
swallowed and could feel the liquid going down the sides of my mouth.  I
was afraid I was going choke.  Just then he released my head and sat down
on the bench that was against one wall.

He then just looked up and me completely spent.  He smiled a huge toothy
smile and rustled my hair.  He took his towel and wiped the rest of his goo
off my face.  He handed me a piece of gum and told me I should chew it
before I headed back to the car.  He then stood up and walked over to the
door.  He unlatched it and looked around.  He patted my bottom and told me
I better get going. I reluctantly left the stall and headed toward the
door.  I looked back and he was still looking at me.  I waved him a little
wave and he smiled again and winked.  I felt like a million dollars.

When I got back to the car my mom started yelling at me asking what had
take me so long.  I told her I had to "go to the bathroom" (indicating I
had to poop).  She looked at me but didn't say anything more as my sister
started to fuss.

I will never forget that night or that handsome trucker.