Date: Tue, 24 Nov 2015 11:59:55 -0500 From: Nino Placido <cjpusamich@gmail.com> Subject: LONG HAUL TRUCKER SECRETS LONG HAUL TRUCKER SECRETS By Jay Valenti I've always wanted to visit and spend some time in the deep South ... there's something "inviting" about those Southerners ... especially the women. Over the years I've had affairs with a couple of Southern Belles---easily found at one of those "Line Dancing" joints, with dance-tempo Country Music so popular these days. I'm divorced, live in the Midwest and decided to take the I-75 Freeway which crosses a bunch of States, southbound, and ends up in Florida. I decided to rent a new car since mine was getting a bit "long in the tooth," and set out on the trip one early afternoon. By the time I hit Tennessee, I was tired and hungry and spotted a rest-stop which seemed to cater to Long Haul Truckers, as there were about five of those behemoth trucks parked in the lot and a Diner on the premises. I walked in and sat down at the counter. As I was studying the menu, I heard this gruff voice with a Souther drawl ... "Say, partner, is that your car out there? Mind if I join you? I nodded and he sat on the stool next to me. He was a big, husky man, blonde hair, blue eyes, must have been a good 6-foot 4 or 5 and probably weighed around 270 lbs. Me? I'm 5'-7" and weigh no more than 165 lbs. Needless to say, I was kind of envious ... those big, burly, hairy and muscled arms with a large tattoo on each. We ordered some good Southern cookin' and struck up a conversation. He asked me where I was going and I said, "no particular destination" other than ending up in Tampa Bay, Florida, somewhere. He said he was driving his load all the way to Tallehasee and would be laying over at least 2 or 3 times along the way. I remarked that I would be looking for a motel soon as I was getting tired, and asked him if he knew any good, cheap motels he could recommend. He smiled broadly and said, "You all can save some money and stay with me in my 'Sleeper' compartment in the truck." I wondered about the accomodations and he described a "state of the art" cot with a full size mattress, nice pillows, blankets, etc. I asked him if he was "okay" with sleeping next to a strange man. He chuckled, threw back his head and said, "Hey partner, it won't be the first time for me ... "I reckon I've had my share of hitchhikers who needed a place to lay their heads." We finished our meals and walked out together and he led me to his truck so I could see that Sleeper. I was impressed. He smiled, "I guarantee you'll sleep like a baby back there, partner." I was sold ... but then it occured to me that I had to turn in the rental car and he mentioned that there was a Rent-A-Car office "down the road a piece." I followed him for a few miles to another Rest Stop facility where I turned in the car and climbed in the front seat of the truck and off we went. We drove for another 50 miles and he asked me all about myself, along the way. I mentioned that I was recently divorced and was enjoying the freedom. He asked me if I was getting much sex as a single guy and I nodded, "Occasionally, but it's been a good while." He looked at me and smiled, "Well, that's one of the benefits of being 'on the road' ... you never know ... sometimes an opportunity just kinda falls in your crotch ...er.. lap." I laughed and quipped, "That sure would be a nice change for me" ... "I've never had a woman come right up to me and ask for sex." We continued discussing various topics in the News and I then asked him about his "situation." He told me he's been divorced for years; that his exwife was not only becoming a "pain in the ass" but she was using sex as "blackmail" leverage to "get her way" ...and since the sex was nothing special and she refused to give him oral sex, he said, "fuck it, I'm outta here." I asked him what he was doing for sex these days. He looked at me with a serious stare and said, "Well, as a matter of fact, partner, maybe I can get us both "laid" before we part company. A few hours later, I was dozing off and slumped against his shoulder. It was dark now and he pulled into an "overnight" rest area--designed especially for truckers. He opened the hatch directly behind us and we crawled into the Sleeper quarters. He proceeded to take off every stitch of clothing he wore, which both surprised me and raised my envy to a new level ... his naked body was riveting ... broad shoulders, hairy chest, muscled arms with tattoos, thick, hairy thighs and what stunned me was the size of his cock ... limp it was a good seven inches, making me wonder what the length of his hard-on must look like! He slid under the covers, as I sat on my end of the cot, removing my shoes. He looked at me with an "inviting" smile and whispered, "Don't be so shy, partner, take off all your clothes, you'all will sleep better and I promise I won't bite." I laughed nervously and proceeded to get naked. Sliding under the covers, I accidentally pressed against his leg with mine. With that, he turned on his side, facing me, then coaxed me to turn on my side, my back to him and he immediately assumed the "spooning" position--with his furry chest, abs and thighs snuggling up against me. I could feel his breath on my neck and, to my utter surprise, I felt very comfortable and took his free arm and pulled it over my waist ... and then fell fast asleep. Sometime in the middle of the night, I began dreaming---unlike any I ever had in my entire life. I dreamt that he let me feel his dick ... mesmerizing me as his cock expanded and lengthened to a foot long! The dream continued with me jacking his beautiful dick and watching it shoot a "rope" of Jism two feet in the air. It was a fantastic sight. What stopped the dream, suddenly, was his hand ... it was cupping my balls and sensually massaging them, causing my dick to spring into a hard on like I've never known before. I quietly groaned and he licked the back of my neck, moving his hand to my cock, wrapping his strong fingers around it and slowly jacking it. I let out a louder groan and he whispered how much he liked me, and how he wanted to make me sexually satisfied. With that, he raised himself onto his knees, lifted the covers away and kneeling at my feet, he reached under my legs with both hands and raised them by sliding each hand up to the crook behind each knee exposing the underside of my thighs. "Everything I own" was now exposed---my cock, my balls and my ass---I was totally at his disposal. What happened next changed me forever! With his hands holding my thighs pressed against my chest, he began vigorously licking my dick, my balls and my ass crack, his tongue stroking from my "rosebud," over my nuts and across my dick as he hissed, "I wanted to suck your cock and balls and stick my tongue in your ass from the moment I saw you sitting there at the Diner." I yelped, "My God, what are you doing to me ... you're making me crazy with lust!" He grunted and wrapped his lips around my rapidly stiffening dick until his mouth reached the cockhead and then plunged all the way down the shaft until his nostrils were buried in my bush, sucking and slurping, moaning while cupping my nuts with one hand and sliding a finger in my asshole with the other. I thought I would pass out ... and then I couldn't hold back a second longer ... my orbs crawled up in my ballsac and I let out a loud groan as I unloaded ribbons of my pent-up manseed. He sucked even more vigorously until I thought he was going to squeeze my balls up thru my dick with that incredible suction! And, all the while, he hissed that I was "his little sex-slut, his oral whore, his lover ... his woman! I pleaded with him to feed me his dick and he released my legs, straddled my hips and slowly crawled up over my chest, turning around so that his massive foot-long cock was smacking my face and, as I opened my mouth wide, he plunged that beautiful Southern dick down my throat and we began a passionate 69---he fucking my mouth, me raising my ass so he could cup my asscheeks while he sucked more Jism out of me! After two more days of sucking eachother, we reached Tallahassee, where we kissed and exchanged cell phone numbers ... knowing damn well we would meet again. Stay tuned. The End Your detailed comments are most welcome. Don?t hesitate to let me know if your cock "reacted." 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