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Driving Naked 
by Naked Trucker (nakedtrucker@juno.com)

***

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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