I Can Say It Now, But Not In Front Of My Wife, I Love Hard Cock

I was born and grew up in western West Virginia close to the Ohio border. My parents were both low paid State workers. We lived with my grandmother in her small house on what had been the family farm. After I started school I slept on a campout in the den. In my teens I mowed lawns for money. When I finished high school I went into the service where I learned how to take care of big diesel engines. I got a job as the relief mechanic at the county bus barn when I got out.

One of the bus drivers, a guy I'll call Bruce, had served years earlier but he looked at me as a friend because we were both veterans. One night drinking beer he asked if I had been through initiation. When I asked what he meant, he said if I'd serviced other guys. I had been around enough to know what he meant so I said NO! He answered 'you don't know what you're missing".

With that he stood and after unzipping his pants showed me his dick and asked me if I wanted to suck him. 'no', my voice was weak and his dick got bigger. Holding my forehead back he put his dick to my mouth and I swallowed. What you think of, what you beat off to, is never as good as the real thing. My heart raced, my eyes watered, I 'sucked' his dick like there was no tomorrow.

That's how I became Bruce's fuck toy. Being a natural born bottom didn't stop me from pretending I was straight. I dated Margaret and got married. We had a kid and rented a farm house from an old lady. While she took care of our son and I worked at the bus barn. And sucked Bruce whenever we got the chance. I gave into a friend of his and got my butt hole punched, I joined Bruce at all gay parties. I couldn't get enough, it was my gay honeymoon.

Years later I got my commercial license, traveling between Ohio, Pennsylvania and West Virginia. Ife on the road is lonely, sometimes all it takes is a hello in the bathroom to get things started, at other times giving a wave to a guy in his cab. Most Truckers are horny as hell for the waitress, but some like me are cock hungry. I suppose that it's worth mentioning that just because we care red necks doesn't mean we don't want cock in our mouth or between the cheeks,