by Terry Hopkins
(05/16/07)

It was 1977. I was twenty-four years old and I'd just gotten kicked out of the Navy for being a faggot, and I didn't know what I was going to do next. That's when my buddy Mark suggested we enroll in trucking school. I'd heard plenty of tales of hot gay sex on the road, and since I no longer had any bunkmates to screw, I figured being a trucker would be the next best thing.

Man, was I right.

The first day of class, my gaydar was going off in all directions. In our group of about twenty students, I guessed that at least half were gay. I'd later be proven to be a statistical genius.

First there was the crew-cut, bearded hulk of a man sitting in the front row. He had tree-trunk arms and a massive chest that tapered down to a trim waist. He wore a red-plaid flannel shirt cut off at the shoulders, and a black cobra tattoo wrapped around his beefy, sweat-sheened biceps.

"Check out Mr. Meaty Meat," Mark whispered to me. "Fuckin' A. I'd like to give him a big ol' lick in all the right places."

"Not to mention B.B. over there."

"B.B.?"

"Bubble Butt." I nodded toward a wavy-haired blond guy wearing a tight, black Sticky Fingers T-shirt rolled up at the sleeves. His Levi's clung to his plump, firm ass, and he had one hand covering his crotch. Maybe, like me, he'd gotten hard just looking at the bearded muscle man in the front row.

"Holy shit, Frankie. He's got a boner!" Mark said. We both grinned like crazy but didn't dare laugh out loud.

Talk about hot: Our instructor, Ted, was Gay Stud Supreme. He reigned over his trucking class like a king over his servants. My eyes were glued to his six-two frame, his burly chest and mammoth biceps, his well-worn Wranglers that clung to his every curve and movement. Black stubble peppered his strong jaw, and his hair cascaded like an onyx river to his broad, powerful shoulders. He was one hot fucker!

I don't know how Mark and I managed to get through the three-hour class without staining our jeans with hot cum, but we did. Right before Ted dismissed the class, he made an announcement: "Frankie, Mark, Len, and Steve...could you four stay after class a moment?"

Mark and I exchanged "What the fuck?" glances. Maybe we hadn't filled out our paperwork right or something. Or something.

As the rest of the class left, the four of us -- me, Mark, Mr. Meaty Meat, and Bubble Butt -- made our way toward the front of the room. "Thanks for staying," Ted said. "And welcome to GTC."

"GTC?"

"The Gay Truckers Club."

Mark and I looked at each other, big grins on our faces. The bearded guy cracked up, but the blond bubble-butt guy looked perplexed. "What the hell?" he said, in the absolute queeniest voice I'd ever heard. "What are you talking about?"

"Honey, if you're in denial that deep, get out," Ted said, and the twink grabbed his purple backpack and scampered out of the room like a wounded deer.

"Steve's been eliminated from the equation," Ted said, rubbing his bulging crotch through his Wranglers. "That leaves four of us. Anyone else wanna run?"

Damn, I thought. This guy cuts right to the chase. But I went with it. I knew I'd be a fool not to.

Len, the bearded stud, clamped his hairy paw on his own tight package. "Hell, no."

Mark and I stood there in awed silence.

"Good. What say we take a little field trip?" Ted headed for the door, and the three of us followed him with a skip in our step.

He led us to a lot filled with eighteen-wheelers. "All right," he told us. "In GTC the primary goal is hands-on experience." He grabbed that rocket of a cock through his jeans again. "So I'm going to give you all a personal tour of a rig. Any questions?"

None of us said a word. Ted's tight ass clenched as he opened the back of a big semi and hoisted himself inside. He motioned for us to follow. Ted flicked on a light and closed the back of the truck. It was roomy inside, with a threadbare king-size mattress pushed up against the wall.

"Now for the hands-on part of GTC," Ted said, then rammed his wet, fat tongue in my mouth. He turned to Mark and Len. "What are you studs waiting for? I said, 'Hands on!'"

In a second Len's beefy hands peeled off Mark's blue T-shirt and tossed it to the floor. He pressed Mark against the metal wall of the truck and thrust his hips into my friend's crotch. Though Mark and I had been friends for years, I'd never seen him without a shirt on. His chest was hard and defined. A line of fuzzy dark hair trailed down his abdomen to his navel. I got incredibly turned on just looking.

"A-plus work, Len," Ted said, then mashed his stubbly face into mine.

My mind whirled and my cock grew hard as a board. Ted's powerful hands gripped my ass and he pushed his slobbery tongue deeper in my mouth. Groans of appreciation escaped Mark's lips as Len stripped him naked and stroked my buddy's amazing nine-inch dick. I thought I'd lose it when I saw Len descend to his knees and take Mark's prick in his thick, macho lips. As Ted shoved his hand down my briefs, I watched Mark and Len's nasty action over his shoulder. Len was sliding his mouth up and down Mark's turgid cock, and my pal's head fell back in ecstasy.

I felt a little jealous. Mark and I had danced around each other for years, but neither of us had had the balls to initiate anything. He was straight-up hot, with a muscular body and dark curly hair. Right then I swore I'd get my swollen cock into his wisecracking mouth before we left that rig.

Ted helped me pull off my jeans. He tugged at the patch of dark pubes above the waist of my boxers. My hard cock tented my shorts, and Ted stroked it through the material. He opened the pee flap and pulled it out, then knelt and engulfed it in his hot, wet mouth. His stubble scratched my cock as he bobbed back and forth with precision and ease. Man, I was going to love being a trucker -- even if I never got behind the wheel.

I had a clear view of Mark and Len as Ted sucked my swollen prick. Len's mouth had engulfed Mark's cock, and Mark's hands, on either side of the guy's chiseled face, guided the hot bear back and forth. "Aww, fuck!" Mark cried out. "Aww, fuck!"

Ted laughed. "That's it, Len. Give it to him good! Remember you're being graded on this. And so are you, Frankie," he added with a grin as he looked up at me. Then he went back to polishing my knob.

Len zeroed in on Mark's nuts, taking the bloated things in his mouth and rolling them around. Just watching those two sent blood rushing to my cock, filling Ted's nasty kisser even more. He flicked his tongue under the rim of my cock head and I groaned. I grabbed his head and pumped. His long hair was coarse and sweaty, and it brushed up against my balls as he slurped my pecker.

Len pulled off his sweaty T-shirt and peeled off his jeans and briefs. His prick was thick, long, and hard, pointed in the air like a predator sniffing for prey. I knew Mark's bunghole would be its feasting grounds.

Ted pulled himself off me and stuck a cassette in a stereo piled in the corner. My cock felt downright abandoned without Ted's wet lips on it. I longed to be taught a few tricks by this hot gay trucker stud. I could tell he'd been around the block -- or down the road -- a few times, and so did my hungry, horny cock and my quivering butthole.

As Leo Sayer's "Easy to Love" blared from the dusty speakers, my hot trucker faced me and stripped to the nude, flinging his suede vest, T-shirt and jeans into a corner. My eyes bulged as I took in his broad chest and fat pecs, his dark nipples standing at attention. Thick hair covered his tanned body from head to toe, and his huge cock was full and hard. He clamped a big hand over the massive thing and stroked it. With his other hand he tugged gently at his furry, low-hanging balls. I heard Mark howl like a hyena behind me, but I couldn't peel my eyes off Ted to see what was going on -- or in.

I was nervous. I'd messed around plenty in the Navy, but Ted was a different creature all together -- a tried-and-true top. Would I be able to take what he was planning on giving me? As my cock filled with blood, my aching butthole cried, Yes!

"Frankie, I hope you're ready for a long haul," Ted said, then licked his sweaty lips. "Because my cock's ready to pound your ass."

My mind broke his movements down into frames, like a movie playing at the slowest possible speed. He yanked down my boxers, then pushed me toward the mattress. "How do you want it?" he said with a smile that must've been worth a million dollars.

"From behind," I told him. I looked over at Mark and his hot trucker meat. Len was banging Mark's ass like there was no tomorrow, and Mark was crying out like a crazed banshee. My cock got so hard I thought it'd explode right then.

I got down on the mattress, pulled off my T-shirt, and rolled over. I turned to see Ted lathering up his long, fat cock with some lube out of a grimy bottle. Well, at least that would help ease that big ol' thing up my ass.

I closed my eyes like a little kid at an amusement park, scared as hell but thrilled. All of a sudden I felt Ted's sweaty, hairy chest on my back. He was pushing into the mattress. I felt his greasy cock on my butt, in my crack, and finally poking my hole. He leaned down and licked my shoulders, licked the back of my sweaty neck. It sounds crazy, but there was something romantic and tender about the way he moved over my body, something sensual and sweet yet raw and powerful.

I grabbed my dick and started stroking, which was kind of difficult with the weight of Ted's body on me. He helped me up a little, and soon I was on my knees with my legs spread wide, my left hand pressing into the mattress while I pumped my cock with my right.

Soon I felt Ted's monster pecker poke into my hole again. He started slowly, teasing, then prodding inside. I felt my aching hole expand to let him in, and then I felt his fat cock in just a couple of inches...I thought. Oh, God, it felt good. I hadn't had a cock inside me in a while, and my hole ate it up like manna from heaven.

Ted slowly slid his pole back and forth, back and forth, and suddenly I felt his furry balls slap against my ass. He picked up the pace, and I pumped my cock furiously.

"Boy, you've got a sweet ass," Ted said. "It's fucking delicious."

Just then Mark cried out in ecstasy as Len yelled, "Take it! Take it like a man!" Mark growled and screamed and used all kinds of expletives -- some of which I'd never heard before. And remember, I'd been in the Navy.

Ted kept pounding my ass, fingers digging into my shoulders, sweat dripping off his chest and tickling my ass. I felt dizzy and feverish, and my butthole clamped even harder on his prick. I thought I could die right there and be a happy man. Wait, no, I still had to get Mark's sweet kisser on my prick.

Just when I was thinking about that, all of a sudden I felt a hand reach down and pull my hand off my prick. I looked down to see Mark grinning up at me and running his sweet tongue over the tip of my cock. As Ted kept ramming from behind, Mark slurped on my prick. I braced myself with both hands. Over my shoulder I could see Len jacking off in the corner, watching the whole scene.

Man, this was the life.

Ted said, "Get that cock all the way down your throat, Mark. Swallow it." Considering the position we were in, that seemed impossible, but Ted's commands were sexy and fun. "Eat that boy's meat and you'll pass this course with flying colors. And while you're at it, grab your cock and start pumping."

Mark milked my pecker good and hard. Damn! If I'd known he was such an expert at giving head, I'd have hooked up with him long ago.

"Aww, fuck!" I yelped. "Fuck, fuck, fuck...I'm gonna come." Actually, I was about to cover the whole interior of the rig with my cream.

"I'm 'bout to blow, too" Ted echoed. And then I felt his hot, heavy spunk fill me up like a fire hose.

That was just too much for me to take. Right then I unloaded a fucking gallon of jizz into Mark's kisser. I looked down to see cum dribbling all over his face. He licked his lips then propped himself against the rig wall and planted long sweet kisses all over my mouth. I tasted my cum in his mouth. Ted moved in on the both of us, and soon the three of us were making out, our tongues darting in and out of each other's hot, sweaty, spunk-dripping mouths.

I guess Len felt left out, because he came and stood over the three of us, jerking that hot cock of his, a ravenous expression taking over his face and glazing his eyes. Suddenly a hot, white, shower hit Ted, Mark and me, bathing us in Len's hot cum. "Gay Truckers Club!" he hollered. "Yeeee-haw!"

The three of us laughed and laughed and laughed as Len joined us on the mattress.

And then we started in on each other all over again.

Thank God this class runs six weeks, I thought, as I took Mark's beautiful cock in my mouth and Len and Ted descended on my balls and my aching ass.

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