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Truck Stop

by Person12835 on Sep 26, 2017
Gay

You've been driving in your black silverado for 3 hours on your way to your friends cabin for the weekend. You're looking forward for a weekend of adventuring and drinking. After downing 4 mountain dews and a few burritos, duty calls and you stop at the truck stop rest stop. You walk in and there's 4 stalls and 6 urinals. Here's the bathroom setup: Stall 1 -...

Truck Stop Trio

by Versatile2008 on Sep 19, 2017
Gay Male

I walked into the truck stop diner and was surprised to lay my eyes on an old truckin' buddy, Hank. I hadn't seen him for a couple of years. We both haul loads Coast to Coast, but rarely cross paths. "So, how you doin' good buddy?" he asked. "Not bad. Though I sure am looking forward to a night on a real bed. I haven't been getting much shuteye. I'm a big...

Truck Stop Fuck Ch. 02

by hungbottom on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

After the hot fuck I just received from the trucker I thought I would just rest a bit and go back to my apartment. Sitting on the guard rail of the access road I watched as the squad car pulled up by me and stopped and both of the officers got out of the squad car and came over to me. Both of the officers were dressed in short sleeved uniforms that looked...

Truck Stop Fuck

by hungbottom on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

During the summer of '82 I just turned 20 and lived right by the toll-way truck stop in a suburb of Chicago. I would frequent the truck stop restrooms and the drivers in their trucks on a fairly regular basis in the evenings when I was horny and in need of some cock. One warm summer evening I dressed in a pair of red flimsy running shorts, the kind that had...

Truck Stop Turn Out

by Ewriter111 on Dec 3, 2019
Gay Male

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. *** I was driving home from college for spring break and to celebrate my 19th birthday at home. It was a four hour drive and I got a very late start after having helped my girlfriend and her friends pack their car for Panama City. At midnight, I was still 150 miles away and total...

Rest Stop Ch. 02

by sr71plt on Sep 15, 2017
Gay Male

"My truck's just over here," the trucker said. He led me over to a huge semi with a large cabin behind the driving compartment. He opened the door to this cabin, and I saw that there was a short-lengthened twin-sized bed in it along with some shelves, a compact john, and a small refrigerator and cooking unit. The bed was covered with pillows and there were s...

Bobby's Truck Stop Daddy

by Bobby_A_Bottom_Boy on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Let me tell you a little about myself. My name is bobby, and I live in Savannah, Georgia. I'm 19 years old, 5', 8", and about 120 pounds with short blond hair and blue eyes. My body is slender but not skinny, rather athletic I think (I ran cross country in high school). I have a very smooth, round, tight little ass and a small boy cock that I keep shaven smo...

Morning at the Truck Stop

by rodneysteele41 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I woke up and saw the morning light filtering through the curtains. An arm lay across my side. I was laying on my side and turned to look back at my companion. He was still asleep, his youthful features innocent in sleep. I grinned and eased out from under his arm. I rolled out of the full-sized bed that my big recreational vehicle's bedroom held and stood u...

Back at the Truck Stop

by mkh78 on Apr 20, 2020
Gay Male

This story is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18. Please enjoy. Note: If you have not read "A Motel Along The Road", please do. This story is one in which I use an event that occurred in that tale. ***** It was 1:25am and I was still at "Ye Olde Motor Motel" after having given an intense blowjob to a man whom I met on a gay dating site and want...

A Fill-Up At The Truck Stop

by Cumfusion on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Now here's the scene; Doug was the driver and me a young student fresh from college. I had been chosen to go with him to oversee loading of this big milling machine we were supposed to be collecting. It was the boss who gave the order but Doug had done the choosing. There had been knowing smiles when we left the yard. Perhaps the sight of a big muscular guy...