I don't think that there is a greater number of gay men driving trucks than in any other profession, including the military. But they are mostly men, and when there is a large group of men you are sure to find one that is a cock sucker and one that likes to get his cock up a willing ass. Me, I am a cock sucker. I got into trucking because it was the family trade. From the time I started riding with my dad during the summer I got turned on by cocks in the shower room or in the restroom. I liked cock even before I had a real cock of my own.

At the motels along the route, when we stopped to rest, I would get hardons at night and I would dream of this one trucker or that trucker, always the same cowboy type, rough and ready, with a half beard. If I thought about a cock I had seen, I never associated it with the owner.

By the time I was a teen I would get into conversations with these guys, and I started to ask for magazines. I wanted magazines, which I hid from my dad, magazines of gay men. I sucked cock and in return I got a magazine, which they either had with them or bought at the counter for me. I sucked a lot of cock in the stalls, and some in the parking lot, and several of them in the back of their cab. What was hard was getting away from my dad, but he spent a lot time getting fresh with the waitresses and from time to time he would get one to climb into the back of his cab with him and I had to make myself scarce.

I was fifteen the first time that one of my dream cowboy kissed me on the lips. He kissed me after I had sucked him off in the stall. He told me liked red lips on a boy. I guess I had been sucking him off and my lips were red. I remember him well, he had what later I would learn was a thicker than normal cock. I guess I'm glad he didn't want to take my ass that time, he was satisfied with a blow job.

I got my Class B driver's license at 19 and my dad got me a job with a friend of his. Short hauls, in the city or back before night fall. I wasn't doing long hauls at the time. The dispatcher was a guy who had been hurt in an accident and couldn't drive any more, but he liked having his cock sucked and he always gave me the better assignments.

It was during that job that I met this skinny Mexican guy who worked in payroll. He was always nice to me and he is the first guy I fucked. Fucking him felt good, ramming my cock deep in his ass that afternoon felt good. I wanted him to squeal, I wanted him to make noises like a pig. I made him stand naked after the fucking and I kissed his mouth, over and over again. He didn't mind. He liked it, and he got on his knees to show me that he was a good cock sucker.

I was confused, although I had never given up my ass, I was confirmed cock sucker, and I really enjoyed sucking off the dispatcher. The dispatcher knew about the Mexican kid and he asked me if I had enjoyed getting some brown sugar.

After I got my Class A license I started driving for the big chain store. In state only. I had made friends easy, and I got close with a guy at the warehouse and I sucked him for all its worth. I missed my Mexican friend, and fucked a couple of misfits that I met at fast food joints. My friend at the warehouse and I went drinking one night, and I ended up at his place and he wanted to get on. I sat in this chair, and he stood beside me with his cock hanging out telling me to go get on the bed, he wanted to get laid that night and I was his number.

To tell the truth it felt so good. I understood why my Mexican friend wanted it so bad. Yes sir, I figured out that night that I was the cock sucker and I was the bottom guy, and I did what I was told. Like I said, being a truck driver just lets you hang around a larger population of men, better chances. And you learn your place, you know pretty well who the cock suckers are and who gets on top.