Tom And Me
The place has expanded now to include a cafe, toilets and even EV charging, but back then it was just a large lay by.
At night it was quiet and everybody minded their own business. And there were regular truckies who stopped overnight. Men, lots of them married men, who were more than happy to have me suck them off, or if they wanted to, to fuck me.
Sometimes there were a couple of guys who'd want to fuck me, and or suck their cocks. So they'd take me into the woods next to the lay by and we'd all have sex.
One of the truckies who liked fucking me outside in the woods is called Tom.
He's a big guy in every sense. Six foot three, muscular and has an eight inch cock.
He was going through a divorce when he first began fucking me. And it wasn't too long before he began asking me not to have sex with any of the other truckies.
He started giving me enough money to live more comfortably and one night fucking me in his cab, he asked me if Id like to have a roof over my head.
The following week I moved into his home eighty miles away and three years on I'm still living with Tom.
He's fifty six and tells me every day, just how much he loves me and Tom's an extremely virile man too, a wonderful loving man who often fucks me several times in a day when he's home, and I love it. However recently because he can be away sometimes over a week, Tom's told me to find a guy my age to have fun with.
Last weekend and the first time since I was homeless, I was shared by Tom and my new friend Alex.
He's not exactly my age at forty one, but he and Tom instantly got along. In fact they got along so good, on a whim they've booked along with myself, a holiday to a Greek island in five weeks time.
Tom knows one hundred per cent I won't have sex with anyone else, he doesn't want me to. And he also knows I'm truly indebted to him for giving me back my life.
I genuinely believe without him, I probably wouldn't be here now.


