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Driving Naked
by Naked Trucker (nakedtrucker@juno.com)
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This story is about a casual threeway that happened one
day while at a truck stop. Is it a true story, you be
the judge. (MMM)
***
From previous newsgroup posts or questions I've received
by e-mail, several people have asked about life on the
road as a truck driver. The answer to one question is,
yes: I really do drive naked - when you're pulling an
80,000 pound rig, it's a hell of a lot more comfortable
than wearing tight-assed jeans. And when you pull into a
rest area or truck stop, it's a hell of a lot more
convenient when something interesting comes your way.
Another question I get is: Do many other truckers drive
naked? The answer: Hell, I don't know. When two rigs
pass each other on the highway, you're not looking at
each other for the sake of safety, although you do steal
a glance to see what the other driver looks like. When
I'm passing another 18-wheeler I do it slow enough to
check out the other driver, and if he's not wearing a
shirt that's a clue - straight drivers generally wear
too much clothing, and it looks like it came straight
off the rack of a general store in Podunk, Iowa.
Last week, though, I did pass another driver who was
shirtless and hot. He was driving an International cab-
over tractor belonging to Schneider National, a major
trucking company. Schneider trucks are known as "big
pumpkins" because of their bright orange paint.
In cab-over tractors the driver sits above the engine
rather than behind the engine as in conventional
tractors (the ones with a hood in front of them).
International cab-overs which has a high seat - an inch
or two higher off the ground than most other rigs,
including my own conventional Freightliner condo. I was
hauling a load from New England to Chambersburg,
Pennsylvania, and we were heading west on I-78 toward
Harrisburg.
A few minutes after I passed the shirtless stud, he had
gained speed and was about to pass me. Based on our
respective speeds, I knew that he would be in my sight
for at least a few seconds, affording me the opportunity
to get a better look.
When another trucker passes you, you can get a more
complete look at him than he can at you. The reason is
that both drivers, of course, sit in the left seat of
their tractors. The door of the tractor on the right
tends to block the view of the driver, but the trucker
driving in the left lane isn't shielded by a door. If
the doors to the two tractors are relatively the same
height, you can see over to the driver's seat pretty
good. And to my surprise, the driver of the other rig
that was now passing me was a buck-ass naked as I was.
As he passed slowly, it was obvious that we were both
checking each other out. We looked up at each other,
nodded a greeting that spoke mutual admiration and
understanding, and he continued to pass.
At mile post 15 on I-78, there's a truck stop called
Midway. It's really in Bethel, Pennsylvania, but they
call it Midway because it's supposedly at the mid-point
of the highway between the Pennsylvania-New Jersey line
and where I-78 ends at I-81. It's really not, but the
name stuck and it's become a popular parking place for
truckers who want to catch a few hours sleep.
The truck stop itself has no facilities except for a
diner, truck wash, and Exxon station. None of the usual
features of larger truck stops such as a TV room,
showers, or garage. However, across the street from the
diner and it's large parking lot is a small adult book
store. Next to the store is another parking lot which
can fit about a half-dozen tractor-trailers, and it's
smaller size makes it a quieter place to park when you
need some sleep.
As you might imagine, however, it's not unusual for the
truckers who park in the bookstore lot to hit the
bookstore itself. Most are straight and have no interest
in meeting anyone, but the percentage of truckers who
are open to some action is much higher than it is in
most standard truck stops. There's never any action in
the bookstore itself, although there are always cars
parked whose occupants are looking for a trucker to
service.
I had been driving for about seven hours and needed a
break, so I pulled off the highway and into the parking
lot next to the bookstore. All of the 18-wheelers that
park there face out toward the store and the road, and I
had my high beams on to see if any drivers were sitting
in the seats of their tractors rather than in their
sleeper cabs.
There was one parking space left, and I circled my rig
around to face the road so I could back into the space.
Turning a 65-foot tractor-trailer to back into a space
between two other rigs is one of the most complicated
maneuvers in which a driver can engage, so I devoted my
full attention to my driving.
I noticed as I got into a safe position to back up that
there was a red Jeep Cherokee that had just pulled into
the lot and parked up against the side of the bookstore.
The blond-haired driver had gotten out, and to say that
he was hot would be an understatement. He looked like
what truckers should look like but generally don't, as
most truckers tend to be overweight slobs that can be
described as trolls. If you look good and are in decent
shape, you're in the minority among truckers.
I turned back to my driving, and safely backed into a
tight space between two other tractor-trailers, stopping
when the side windows of my cab were at the same point
as the windows on the rigs next to me. After all, you
never know when you might see something interesting in
the next truck.
The trucks on either side of me had nobody in the seats,
which meant that the drivers were probably sleeping in
the back of their cabs. I was dead tired, so I proceeded
to turn on the reading light above my steering wheel and
log my driving hours before turning in myself. I
completed the federally required log form that showed my
hours on and off duty, hours actually spent driving, and
drawing a ruler line on the graph that led to time spent
in the sleeper cab, to which I was about to retire.
So I thought. As I reached up to put the updated log
book in the compartment above the driver's seat, I heard
a noise through the open right window of my cab and
turned my head to see that my fellow naked trucker from
Schneider was parked next to me. He opened the door of
his cab, got out of the rig, walked toward the area
where the tractor meets the trailer, and began to water
the tires (that's trucker language for taking a piss).
I sat down in the passenger seat of my rig, lit a
cigarette, and watched him - both of us still naked - in
the large mirror on the right side of my truck. I was
already half-hard at that point, and began stroking my
rod as I took in the sight. As he came back to the
driver's door of his rig, I said, "How's it going?"
We made small talk for a minute or so, primarily about
trucks - a favorite subject for all truckers, it seems -
and he said that he had never been in a conventional
condo. Condos have high sleeper cabs - you can actually
stand up in them - and generally have more floor space,
storage space, and a large bed than cab-over tractors.
It's spring-air mattress is one of the most comfortable
on the road - slightly wider than a twin, though not
quite as wide as a double - but it can easily sleep two.
Needless to say, I invited him over to check out the
cab. And that's all we did. Really. At least at first.
A Freightliner condo sleeper cab has a fluorescent light
in the back, and I turned it on as my Schneider buddy
admired the large bed and the ample storage cabinets in
the rig. The bright light was only on for a few seconds,
but it was long enough to afford a good view of us for
the blond who had parked his Jeep next to the bookstore.
As we and I sat down on the bunk, we heard a rustle
outside the open right-side door of my truck. I moved
forward to find the guy from the Jeep asking, "Hey,
guys, is everything OK?"
I looked at my buddy from Schneider and didn't even have
to ask. As tired as we both were, we were also both open
for some service. I answered the blond, "Yeah,
everything's cool, but we wouldn't mind some company."
He climbed up into the now darkened rig and took the
seat on the passenger side. I reached behind him to
close the passenger door, and my cock brushed against
his face, then went right into his open mouth.
As he began to go down on me, my fellow driver from
Schneider began to stroke his own rod while sitting on
the bunk. The inside of the cab was getting warm, with
the aroma of hot man-sweat that you would find in a
locker room or sauna. As he worked my rod with his
mouth, the other driver stood up, his own cock hard as a
rock.
I moved away from the Jeep driver and said, "How about
giving my buddy some attention?" He got up, moved toward
the bunk, and took my buddy's meat down his throat while
continuing to stroke my cock. For the next few minutes,
he alternated between us, obviously feeling like he was
in heaven servicing two truckers.
The Schneider driver had sat back down on the bunk and
spread his hairy legs apart while our new-found friend
began to lick his balls and stroke his meat at the same
time. I brushed against our Jeep friend's ass, and he
reached back and spread his butt open with one hand,
obviously looking for some more attention.
Needless to say, I always have lube and condoms within
reach, and it only took a few seconds to prepare for a
hot fuck session. As he continued to work on my buddy
from Schneider, I entered from the rear and slowly
started driving my hard meat in his tight butt hole,
spreading his ass open even further as I stood behind
his bent-over torso.
After a few minutes, he came up for air, then laid down
on the bunk on his back. The Schneider driver moved up
toward his head and fed him more hot cock, while I
lifted his legs off the mattress and, bracing myself
with the safety rails of the storage compartments,
entered his rear. The Schneider driver held our friend's
legs back as I began to pump his ass again, sweat
pouring from all three of us.
The minutes passed as I continued to pound him with
long, deep thrusts, culminating as I shot what felt like
a quart-load in his butt hole. I asked, "You want a
turn?" In response, my Schneider buddy pulled his cock
out of our friend's mouth and we switched places.
Putting on a condom, he proceeded to plunge into our new
friend's now well-lubed ass while I held his legs back,
driving the Jeep driver's rod back and forth with deep
thrusts until shooting his own wad. Our friend, in the
meantime, was beating his own hard meat, shooting a load
that spewed over all three of us.
"Guys," he said as he got dressed, "that was the hottest
fuck session I've ever had in a truck. The two of you
are gonna keep my fantasies going for weeks!"
"It was hot, man," we replied. "Take it easy." With that
he jumped down from the still open door to the cab,
walked back to his Cherokee, waved, and drove off.
My Schneider buddy and I looked at each other, both
spent, and started laughing. "That was a hot scene, you
know." "Yeah, maybe we should go into the business of
fulfilling trucker fantasies."
With that, we toweled each other's sweat off, closed the
door to the rig, and fell into a deep sleep in each
other's arms on the bed.
The next morning we awoke and had a more personal
session, trucker to trucker. But that's another story...
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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