Reminiscing About One Cold Night On I 40 When I Was Young

Just another truck driver story, I was on my way cross country and ran into bad weather and pulled over into a rest stop to let it pass. I sat in my car, with the rain pounding down and a man knocked on my window. He said his rig was just up the way and it was warm and much bigger and if I wanted I could ride out the storm with him. I got on my raingear and walked over, but the time I got there I was pretty much soaked and cold.

He got me to take off my shoes and socks and the heater from the rig felt good on my toes. A little later I had my pants off and we were in the back of rig, getting close and personal. For an older man he sure had a hard cock and I set about doing what I like best, giving head. He was more of the oral receiving type which was OK with me but once he got going he wanted the reason he called me over.

The wind was going strong and the rain lashing the rig, it was 32 out there and he was taking his sweet time poking around before he went ahead and fucked me. It was a good fuck, the man knew what he was doing. Satisfying is what I called it. A damn satisfying fuck in the middle of a storm.

He had hot coffee and we settled down to listen to music until the storm lifted by the next morning. The weather was under 20 but the skies were clear and he told me there was a diner about fifteen miles at the exit and take a left to the local town. We met there and had pancakes and bacon and coffee before we said goodbye.

Nice man, he would be home by the holidays, and I would be at my mothers. The year was 1974 on I 40.