Trucking fun
During the early nineties, when I was starting out as a HGV driver, I was fortunate enough to land a job with a freight company that took me all over Europe, though mainly from the UK to Spain and Italy. These journeys were usually weekly round trips, transiting France into whichever particular country my export loads were destined for, and then re-loading with backhauls for Britain.
It was on the return part of one of these trips, from southern Italy, that I received a mind-blowing initiation to a whole new way of life.
I had left England via Dover on the Sunday evening, as usual, and had tipped my load near Naples on Wednesday, mid-morning. Fortunately there was a return load of empty transit racks to take back to the same factory my export load had come from, so I hadn't got to hang around waiting for a backhaul to be organized. That meant if all went well I would be back for the weekend.
I still had five hours of legal daily driving time on my Tacho so I set off as soon as all the paper work was sorted.
A couple of hours north I pulled into a filling station to top up with diesel. As I was at the fuel pumps a voice behind me said, in clear English, "Excuse me, are you heading back to England?” I turned to see a tall, young blonde lad of about 22/23, roughly a similar age to myself, with another guy of similar age, slim stature and good looks, but with dark, longer, and curly hair standing slightly behind him. Both were wearing Bergens on their backs. "If so", he continued, "we wondered if you could give us a lift to whichever channel port you're heading for?”
Driving can be a lonely job at times, so, assessing them as unlikely security risks, I thought they might provide a bit of company. "Err, well . . .” I said, "you would be quite welcome, but there's only one passenger seat, so one of you would have to travel on the bottom bunk". "No problem", replied the blonde one, who introduced himself as Ben, "Mike could do with a kip, he didn't get much sleep last night", he said with a grin, and a wink to Mike.
The top bunk of my sleeper cab was already stacked with my travel stuff, so we put their Bergens in the under-slung lockable storage boxes of my semi-trailer before getting into the cab once I had paid for my diesel.
I suddenly remembered another problem: "Err, one thing I forgot; we won't get to Calais until Friday, and even if I shift my stuff into the trailer boxes there are still only two bunks". "No problem", Mike said, "we've got a little two-man ridge tent we can use". "OK, then, off we go".
As the miles went by they told me that they had been working at a hotel through the summer, but now that the season was ended they were heading back home to Manchester. I told them that I was only going as far as Birmingham, but they should have no trouble getting a lift from the services on the M6 there.
Once we pulled into the rest area behind the service station where I was going to park up for the night the lads asked me what time I intended setting off in the morning. I told them it would have to be quite early in order to keep to my schedule, and they said they would wake me with a knock about six o'clock. They then climbed out, retrieved their Bergens, and disappeared into the sparsely wooded area behind my trailer to pitch their tent.
I put my stove on for a mug of tea and simple supper, and then went to the rest area washroom before settling down for the night.
As it was now getting pretty wintery it was already dark and very cold. My cab had a night heater, and I had a twinge of guilt at the thought of the lads having to camp out, so I decide to offer them the bottom bunk to share, if they wanted it, whilst I would shift my stuff and use the top bunk.
As I wandered between the bushes looking for their tent I noticed a glow of light and headed for it. The glow was caused by the light inside their tent
Silhouetting their shadows through its flimsy fabric, and what I thought I could discern couldn't possibly be, could it?
It looked to me as though they were fighting. Surely not. Slowly and stealthily I made my way closer. I couldn't believe it. They weren't fighting, they were each facing opposite ends of the tent, one above the other, and, if I wasn't very much mistaken, were sucking each other off enthusiastically".
Never had I believed this sort of thing actually went on in real life.
Shocked, but also mesmerized, I motionlessly stood and watched, gradually realizing I was getting aroused by the stiffening of my own cock.
Before I could reach any decision as to whether to just leave or continue to watch, I felt something dig into my k**neys. I turned to see the truck stop security guard, a tough looking guy in his 50's, with leather patrol cap, leather jacket, and a weather beaten face with dark eyes, a thick 'gaucho' style moustache and dark five o'clock shadow, and holding a pistol.
He said nothing, just looked at me until he was sure I wasn't going to do anything silly. Then he went and kicked the idea of the tent, ordering Mike and Ben outside.
They appeared moments later, having dressed hastily, and the three of us were marched off to the security guards hut, which was nothing more than a windowless box of around twelve feet by ten, with a sink unit, kettle, a couple of mugs, a wall mounted phone, some cupboards, and an armchair facing a small portable TV which was on a table in the centre of the room.
The security hustled us into the room, where we stood facing him. Leveling the gun at waist height he removed the kettle from the table and placed it on the draining board. "Strip", he ordered, motioning downwards with his gun. At first we just stood motionless, but it dawned on us we would have to do as he asked. We slowly disrobed, initially down to underwear, but he made it clear he wanted us naked. His English was rough, but he knew enough to get his messages across with occasional hand gestures.
He signified to Ben and Mike that they were to get on the table and resume what they had been doing in the tent. They looked at each other worriedly, but, resigned to their lack of options, did as they were bid. The table was short, only slightly longer than an average torso, so Mike and Ben had to lie side by side in order to balance with their heads at each other’s crotch level. They gripped each others arse cheeks firmly before opening their mouths and engulfing each other’s rock hard cocks.
They seemed to forget very quickly about their predicament, as they became engrossed in their enjoyment. As I had outside, I felt myself becoming aroused as I felt my balls start to tighten and my cock start to stiffen. This time, however, I was more terrified, as I wasn't alone, clothed, and in the dark, I was naked, under a bright light, and in the presence of a couple of guys '69'ing each other and a guy with a gun! Suddenly my own thoughts were rocked as I heard the guard say "YOU!” I looked over. He gestured me across to the table. I walked to the nearest end, where Ben's head was. The guard gestured Mike to get off the table and stand at the other end. Ben turned to look at the guard, falling onto his back as he did so. The guard made it plain that he wanted Ben to be the meat in a sandwich, with Mike fucking his arse and me his face.
Mike lifted Ben's legs over his shoulders and began to slowly and gently feed his bell-end into Ben's tight puckered hole. The sight I was witnessing was making my head light and, even if I had wanted to, I don't think I could have stopped myself pulling Ben's head towards me and feeding my cock into his mouth. All three of us were now getting intensely involved in the action, although whether because of fear, I still didn't think I would be able to make myself come, even tough, by then, there was nothing I wanted more. Suddenly Ben’s lips tightened and remained motionless around the base of my shaft as Mike tensed and, balls deep, pumped his arse full of spunk.
The guard, still fully clothed, and seemingly unaffected by the display, ordered Ben and Mike to change places whilst I remained where I was. Whilst Ben had been the first male lips my cock had ever slipped between, Mike was undoubtedly an expert at the art. No woman who had ever given me head had worked my bell-end, shaft and balls with such determined willingness and perfection. Despite my fear and predicament there was no way I could hold out, and, as Ben shot his seed up Mike's arse, I gave him what we both craved; my sack full of semen into his warm receptive mouth.
Before we could even catch our breath the guard shouted, "Change", motioning me up onto the table. "But, I don't!” I cried out, as myself, Mike and Ben glanced at each other. For a split second I thought they were on my side, trying to help me get out of it, although, as they exchanged glances, I noticed a glint in Bens eye as he said, "it looks like you do now".
Mike and Ben helped me onto the table. Mike, at the foot, spun me face down, and I felt his hot breath on my ring-piece as he slid to his knees and began to work his tongue into my arse. Ben meanwhile was busy trying to raise my chin and get me to open my mouth, eager for me to get my first taste of man-meat. The pungent aroma of spunk assailed my nostrils as I tentatively opened my mouth and poked out my tongue, flicking it around Ben's bell-end.
I felt Mike ease a finger slowly up my back passage as I slowly licked up and down Ben's cock before slowly slipping his helmet between my lips. I sensed Mike rising into a standing position behind me, although he still managed to keep a finger buried in my arse. I thought I heard something metallic hit the floor. Perhaps the guard had dropped his gun? No matter now, I was too well into this to stop now. I felt something warm, rounded, and large at the entrance to my back passage. Slowly it eased up and down my crack before I felt the end forcing me apart. Even though it felt slightly uncomfortable I wanted Mike's to be the first cock my arse had ever had up it. The incredible blow-job he had given me warranted it and I wasn't going to deprive him of his reward.
Funny how appearances can be deceptive, I thought, as the cock that was now slowly and gradually working its way into me felt much larger than I had anticipated.
"Aaaargh!!!” I cried, as with a sudden push, I was filled with what I thought must be a prick the size of a Policeman's truncheon. In the sudden pain my eyes had closed and my mouth had slipped off Ben's dick-head. As the pain subsided and the cock up my arse settled into a rhythm I opened my eyes to seek out Ben's cock and stuff it into my mouth again, only to be surprised by two pricks in front of me. I looked up to see both Ben and Mike standing there smiling. If it wasn't either of their cocks inside me it must be!!!!
Oh no! Please!, Surely!, I thought, but before I had time to do anything Mike who had been wanking his cock furiously at the sight of me getting my arse pummeled, forced his cock between my lips and spewed a wad of spunk straight down my throat. As he withdrew Ben stuffed his prick roughly between my lips and grabbed my head, face-fucking me furiously as the guard speeded up his momentum at the back. Both cocks jettisoned their loads at the same time, my arse, throat and mouth were now over-flowing with sticky, salty, man juice.
The guard pushed my hips away from his groin, his cock freeing itself from my arse with a loud 'plop'. He came around to the front of me as I flopped, totally exhausted, on the table. "Clean", he ordered. As I again opened my eyes I couldn't believe how my arse had managed to take such a monster prick. I had to open my lips as wide as they would go just to engulf his enormous purple bell-end, and could only get a few inches of it into my mouth without gagging. He seemed content by that, though, as I licked off any remains of his salty cum and swallowed them.
"This time I let you off", he said, "but I have your vehicle number now, so watch out!”
The rest of the journey provide myself, Ben and Mike with plenty more time to get acquainted, and they also introduced me to 'cottaging' once we got back to the UK!
It was on the return part of one of these trips, from southern Italy, that I received a mind-blowing initiation to a whole new way of life.
I had left England via Dover on the Sunday evening, as usual, and had tipped my load near Naples on Wednesday, mid-morning. Fortunately there was a return load of empty transit racks to take back to the same factory my export load had come from, so I hadn't got to hang around waiting for a backhaul to be organized. That meant if all went well I would be back for the weekend.
I still had five hours of legal daily driving time on my Tacho so I set off as soon as all the paper work was sorted.
A couple of hours north I pulled into a filling station to top up with diesel. As I was at the fuel pumps a voice behind me said, in clear English, "Excuse me, are you heading back to England?” I turned to see a tall, young blonde lad of about 22/23, roughly a similar age to myself, with another guy of similar age, slim stature and good looks, but with dark, longer, and curly hair standing slightly behind him. Both were wearing Bergens on their backs. "If so", he continued, "we wondered if you could give us a lift to whichever channel port you're heading for?”
Driving can be a lonely job at times, so, assessing them as unlikely security risks, I thought they might provide a bit of company. "Err, well . . .” I said, "you would be quite welcome, but there's only one passenger seat, so one of you would have to travel on the bottom bunk". "No problem", replied the blonde one, who introduced himself as Ben, "Mike could do with a kip, he didn't get much sleep last night", he said with a grin, and a wink to Mike.
The top bunk of my sleeper cab was already stacked with my travel stuff, so we put their Bergens in the under-slung lockable storage boxes of my semi-trailer before getting into the cab once I had paid for my diesel.
I suddenly remembered another problem: "Err, one thing I forgot; we won't get to Calais until Friday, and even if I shift my stuff into the trailer boxes there are still only two bunks". "No problem", Mike said, "we've got a little two-man ridge tent we can use". "OK, then, off we go".
As the miles went by they told me that they had been working at a hotel through the summer, but now that the season was ended they were heading back home to Manchester. I told them that I was only going as far as Birmingham, but they should have no trouble getting a lift from the services on the M6 there.
Once we pulled into the rest area behind the service station where I was going to park up for the night the lads asked me what time I intended setting off in the morning. I told them it would have to be quite early in order to keep to my schedule, and they said they would wake me with a knock about six o'clock. They then climbed out, retrieved their Bergens, and disappeared into the sparsely wooded area behind my trailer to pitch their tent.
I put my stove on for a mug of tea and simple supper, and then went to the rest area washroom before settling down for the night.
As it was now getting pretty wintery it was already dark and very cold. My cab had a night heater, and I had a twinge of guilt at the thought of the lads having to camp out, so I decide to offer them the bottom bunk to share, if they wanted it, whilst I would shift my stuff and use the top bunk.
As I wandered between the bushes looking for their tent I noticed a glow of light and headed for it. The glow was caused by the light inside their tent
Silhouetting their shadows through its flimsy fabric, and what I thought I could discern couldn't possibly be, could it?
It looked to me as though they were fighting. Surely not. Slowly and stealthily I made my way closer. I couldn't believe it. They weren't fighting, they were each facing opposite ends of the tent, one above the other, and, if I wasn't very much mistaken, were sucking each other off enthusiastically".
Never had I believed this sort of thing actually went on in real life.
Shocked, but also mesmerized, I motionlessly stood and watched, gradually realizing I was getting aroused by the stiffening of my own cock.
Before I could reach any decision as to whether to just leave or continue to watch, I felt something dig into my k**neys. I turned to see the truck stop security guard, a tough looking guy in his 50's, with leather patrol cap, leather jacket, and a weather beaten face with dark eyes, a thick 'gaucho' style moustache and dark five o'clock shadow, and holding a pistol.
He said nothing, just looked at me until he was sure I wasn't going to do anything silly. Then he went and kicked the idea of the tent, ordering Mike and Ben outside.
They appeared moments later, having dressed hastily, and the three of us were marched off to the security guards hut, which was nothing more than a windowless box of around twelve feet by ten, with a sink unit, kettle, a couple of mugs, a wall mounted phone, some cupboards, and an armchair facing a small portable TV which was on a table in the centre of the room.
The security hustled us into the room, where we stood facing him. Leveling the gun at waist height he removed the kettle from the table and placed it on the draining board. "Strip", he ordered, motioning downwards with his gun. At first we just stood motionless, but it dawned on us we would have to do as he asked. We slowly disrobed, initially down to underwear, but he made it clear he wanted us naked. His English was rough, but he knew enough to get his messages across with occasional hand gestures.
He signified to Ben and Mike that they were to get on the table and resume what they had been doing in the tent. They looked at each other worriedly, but, resigned to their lack of options, did as they were bid. The table was short, only slightly longer than an average torso, so Mike and Ben had to lie side by side in order to balance with their heads at each other’s crotch level. They gripped each others arse cheeks firmly before opening their mouths and engulfing each other’s rock hard cocks.
They seemed to forget very quickly about their predicament, as they became engrossed in their enjoyment. As I had outside, I felt myself becoming aroused as I felt my balls start to tighten and my cock start to stiffen. This time, however, I was more terrified, as I wasn't alone, clothed, and in the dark, I was naked, under a bright light, and in the presence of a couple of guys '69'ing each other and a guy with a gun! Suddenly my own thoughts were rocked as I heard the guard say "YOU!” I looked over. He gestured me across to the table. I walked to the nearest end, where Ben's head was. The guard gestured Mike to get off the table and stand at the other end. Ben turned to look at the guard, falling onto his back as he did so. The guard made it plain that he wanted Ben to be the meat in a sandwich, with Mike fucking his arse and me his face.
Mike lifted Ben's legs over his shoulders and began to slowly and gently feed his bell-end into Ben's tight puckered hole. The sight I was witnessing was making my head light and, even if I had wanted to, I don't think I could have stopped myself pulling Ben's head towards me and feeding my cock into his mouth. All three of us were now getting intensely involved in the action, although whether because of fear, I still didn't think I would be able to make myself come, even tough, by then, there was nothing I wanted more. Suddenly Ben’s lips tightened and remained motionless around the base of my shaft as Mike tensed and, balls deep, pumped his arse full of spunk.
The guard, still fully clothed, and seemingly unaffected by the display, ordered Ben and Mike to change places whilst I remained where I was. Whilst Ben had been the first male lips my cock had ever slipped between, Mike was undoubtedly an expert at the art. No woman who had ever given me head had worked my bell-end, shaft and balls with such determined willingness and perfection. Despite my fear and predicament there was no way I could hold out, and, as Ben shot his seed up Mike's arse, I gave him what we both craved; my sack full of semen into his warm receptive mouth.
Before we could even catch our breath the guard shouted, "Change", motioning me up onto the table. "But, I don't!” I cried out, as myself, Mike and Ben glanced at each other. For a split second I thought they were on my side, trying to help me get out of it, although, as they exchanged glances, I noticed a glint in Bens eye as he said, "it looks like you do now".
Mike and Ben helped me onto the table. Mike, at the foot, spun me face down, and I felt his hot breath on my ring-piece as he slid to his knees and began to work his tongue into my arse. Ben meanwhile was busy trying to raise my chin and get me to open my mouth, eager for me to get my first taste of man-meat. The pungent aroma of spunk assailed my nostrils as I tentatively opened my mouth and poked out my tongue, flicking it around Ben's bell-end.
I felt Mike ease a finger slowly up my back passage as I slowly licked up and down Ben's cock before slowly slipping his helmet between my lips. I sensed Mike rising into a standing position behind me, although he still managed to keep a finger buried in my arse. I thought I heard something metallic hit the floor. Perhaps the guard had dropped his gun? No matter now, I was too well into this to stop now. I felt something warm, rounded, and large at the entrance to my back passage. Slowly it eased up and down my crack before I felt the end forcing me apart. Even though it felt slightly uncomfortable I wanted Mike's to be the first cock my arse had ever had up it. The incredible blow-job he had given me warranted it and I wasn't going to deprive him of his reward.
Funny how appearances can be deceptive, I thought, as the cock that was now slowly and gradually working its way into me felt much larger than I had anticipated.
"Aaaargh!!!” I cried, as with a sudden push, I was filled with what I thought must be a prick the size of a Policeman's truncheon. In the sudden pain my eyes had closed and my mouth had slipped off Ben's dick-head. As the pain subsided and the cock up my arse settled into a rhythm I opened my eyes to seek out Ben's cock and stuff it into my mouth again, only to be surprised by two pricks in front of me. I looked up to see both Ben and Mike standing there smiling. If it wasn't either of their cocks inside me it must be!!!!
Oh no! Please!, Surely!, I thought, but before I had time to do anything Mike who had been wanking his cock furiously at the sight of me getting my arse pummeled, forced his cock between my lips and spewed a wad of spunk straight down my throat. As he withdrew Ben stuffed his prick roughly between my lips and grabbed my head, face-fucking me furiously as the guard speeded up his momentum at the back. Both cocks jettisoned their loads at the same time, my arse, throat and mouth were now over-flowing with sticky, salty, man juice.
The guard pushed my hips away from his groin, his cock freeing itself from my arse with a loud 'plop'. He came around to the front of me as I flopped, totally exhausted, on the table. "Clean", he ordered. As I again opened my eyes I couldn't believe how my arse had managed to take such a monster prick. I had to open my lips as wide as they would go just to engulf his enormous purple bell-end, and could only get a few inches of it into my mouth without gagging. He seemed content by that, though, as I licked off any remains of his salty cum and swallowed them.
"This time I let you off", he said, "but I have your vehicle number now, so watch out!”
The rest of the journey provide myself, Ben and Mike with plenty more time to get acquainted, and they also introduced me to 'cottaging' once we got back to the UK!
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