A Trucker's Toy

A Trucker's Toy

This series highlights a bi man who always got off receiving but never giving. That's about to change.

Chapter 1

I was driving along I-40 on my way back from a conference in Memphis passing the time alternately switching from blaring music to audiobooks to yelling at the news stations. It was a clear spring afternoon and I was feeling pretty good. I spent a lot of time on the road then and it had become routine and mundane. Somewhere around Knoxville I started seeing signs for an adult video store and my mind switched over to the possibilities. As a bi male, I had played around a little... completely anonymous... on my trips. I'd get a quickie blowjob from a guy here, a happy ending massage there, nothing crazy.

As I approached the exit, the prospect of getting blown in a small booth became more and more appealing. I figured there would be a mix of guys there... white, black, fat, skinny, old, and young. I didn't care much which mouth sucked my dick and would likely have my pick anyway. At 5'8" and a gym-made 170 pounds with brown hair and blue eyes, I usually did not have trouble finding a willing guy to take care of me when the urge struck.

Expecting some good head, I took the exit and pulled in to the parking lot. It was as expected, an older building with faded paint... likely a converted convenience store with an expansion built on to the back. The lot was maintained and there were a dozen cars parked and several tractor-trailers which was busy for one of these places. If it was like others I had been to, the main building would have an array of toys and videos for purchase and the expansion would contain viewing booths down a dark hallway with guys standing along a wall waiting to make eye contact with someone and quickly make an arrangement using nods, gestures, and few words.

I parked, exited, and walked confidently to the door. Upon entering, I was met with the smell of bleach which was pretty common in a place like this. The racks of videos stretch across the space showing naked women with cocks resting on their faces, pairs of guys with their arms around each other, and upturned asses with a star printed over their assholes. The walls were covered in every sex toy imaginable, arranged in groups.. dildos in one section, pocket pussies in another, lingerie in another, bondage gear in yet another. The counter was at the back and a lone employee sat in a rolling chair next to the cash register gazing down at a magazine with a mostly naked man posing on the cover. He was around 50 with broad shoulders and well kept dark hair greying at the temples. He looked up at me as I walked in, gave me an up and down appraisal, and went back to his magazine.

I strode up to the counter.

"Hi. How much for the back?"

"$15 bucks," he (a faded name tag identified him as Andy) said casually. "12 booths and 2 viewing rooms. No smoking or I'll kick you out"

"Ok, thanks." I said pulling out my wallet and sliding a $20 bill across the counter to him.

"I need to see your ID too" he said standing and setting his magazine aside.

He took the $20 and held it up to the light before opening the register, depositing my money and fishing out my change.

I flashed my ID and after a quick glance, nodded towards the door to the back, and handed me a ticket.

"You can come and go until midnight. Then it's another $15 bucks," he advised. "Lots of truckers today. Regulars."

I hoped to be home in Raleigh by midnight but didn't say anything, just nodded my thanks and passed through the door into the back.

The darkness was instantaneous and I stood still for a few moments waiting for my eyes to adjust. After a few seconds I started quietly moving down the hall. I noted the sounds of fucking coming from the video monitors and the stronger smell of bleach. There were several guys leaning on the walls who looked up at me as I came into view. Most didn't look back down right away, but stared at me hoping to make eye contact. I was definitely getting sucked off before I left, maybe more than once.

I glanced down the line and made eye contact with one of the men on the wall. He was big and burly, 6' plus with big arms, brown hair, and a trimmed mustache and beard. He stared at me and I smiled a little giving an upward nod of my head. He smiled a little back and returned the gesture. He wore a checkered shirt over faded blue jeans and well-worn boots. His belt buckle was oversized, but not one of those giant ones you see rodeo guys wear. His shirt stretched over a slight belly but it didn't hang over his buckle. He was husky and strong. His ball cap said "Peterbuilt" across the front marking him as one of the truckers the front desk guy mentioned.

As I approached him, having to squeeze by given the tightness of the hallway between the other wallflowers and the video booths, he reached out with his right hand and grazed the front of my pants, making contact with my balls. I'd experienced this before and usually did not like it, but I was pretty fired up and didn't mind it today. His hand touched me and slid along my thigh as I continued past him without acknowledging the touch. I paused further down the hall and looked into the open booths on my left, I saw screens showing a mix of gay and straight porn. Some of the open booths had a guy sitting in a chair stroking his cock while flipping channels... a clear invitation that he wanted company. Some of the doors were closed but I could hear activity behind them, sucking sounds, sighs and low moans, and the clear sound of hips slapping ass cheeks from another. The groans coming from that last booth sounded muffled almost like the fucker had a hand over the mouth of the receiver. I imagined the receiver standing half bent with his covered mouth and his face pressed against the wall while the giver pounded him from behind. Not a bad mental picture.

I cleared the section of booths and came across the first viewing room. Two men were spit roasting a willing brunette on the big screen and I counted 5 men sitting around on couches watching the action. A couple had their dicks out stroking and glancing around at the others. A couple look around nervously with their dicks tucked away for later.

I entered and took up a spot on a couch in the back of the room. I threw one hand over the back, the other I used to start rubbing my semi-hard cock through my pants. In the screen illuminated room several of the men marked my appearance then went back to what they were doing. Moments later, the man in the Peterbuilt hat entered, glanced over at me, and then approached a couch with two seated men on it. He leaned down and the two leaned towards him. He whispered a few words and then all three casually glanced back at me before tilting towards Peterbuilt again to whisper some more.

I had a fan club.

Peterbuilt stood back up, turned, and approached me. He sat down next to me and stared straight ahead for several minutes, rubbing his bulge. I gave a few sidelong glances at him taking in his bulk. His big hand squeezed and adjusted his crotch. He threw his other hand back over the couch and made contact with my hand resting there as well. He did not move his hand back and neither did I. Finally, he leaned towards me and softly whispered,

"Blowjob?"

Direct and to the point. I liked that, but didn't acknowledge right away. He scooted sideways a little so that he was within arms reach and leaned in again.

"I'm Jim." He whispered. Only whispering with a voice as deep as his made it louder than the usual whisper.

I looked over at him and nodded.

"Cal" I responded. He nodded extending his hand for a brief shake then laid it high up on my thigh.

I liked the idea of getting my cock sucked by the big trucker. I imagined him spinning his cap backwards on his head as he got down on his knees. I imagined him swallowing my 6 inch cock to the root while playing with my balls. I hoped he wouldn't go fast so I could really enjoy it. He stood and motioned for me to follow him and I scrambled to my feet staying close on his heels. We headed for a booth and he went in first holding the door for me. As I stepped in, he closed it, flipping the little lock that would activate the "In Use" light over the door.

The booth was larger than I expected and easily had room for 4-5 people. I glory hole the size of a basketball opened on the wall opposite the door. A straight-backed chair rested in a corner and the large video screen played a clip with 3 guys, 2 making out and the 3rd on his knees sucking one then the other back and forth. The lighting was bad and the acting worse, but the cocksucker on his knees at least showed good effort.

With my back to him, I unbuckled my pants and turning to face him, hooked my thumbs in my underwear and began sliding my pants down my hips. I turned to face him, expecting to see him getting in position to suck my cock. Jim stood in the center with his feet slightly apart looking down at me. He smirked while slowly unzipping his jeans and pulling out a thick dick that was 6' and still soft! He reached in deep and pulled out a large set of balls that he adjusted so that they were comfortable resting on his jeans. He began squeezing, rubbing, and tugging on his dick.

I wasn't sure where I'd given him the wrong impression, but I wanted MY dick sucked. I wasn't looking to reciprocate.

"Sorry... I think I misunderstood.." I started pulling my pants back up before his smile broadened.

"I think it's a little late for that" he cut in.

"I, uh... I... gotta go." I said moving towards the door trying to buckle my belt and zip up my fly.

He blocked my path, his smile never fading. He was so much taller than me and bigger as my chest made contact with his as I reached towards the door. It was like walking into a wall.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down sweetheart," he intoned in a dulcet yet mockingly voice.

"I don't suck guys," I started. "I just wanted to get my cock sucked and get back on the road."

"Oh that's a shame." He smirked not having stepped back so that our chests were still touching and he looked down in my upturned face, close enough almost, to kiss. His right hand continued squeezing and tugging his cock and now I could feel it bumping me on every slow stroke.

"You like to come in and get blown and leave the other guy hanging!" He laughed.

I actually never really cared about the other guy. I figured they just wanted to suck me off and that was it. Once or twice a guy would ask for a blowjob in return, but I would demure, saying that I didn't want it anymore after I came, but maybe next time.

Jim's smile remained and he put his left hand on my shoulder, gently walking me back (so much strength in his grip) until the backs of my knees connected with the chair. A slight, but firm, push and I was seated. My fly was still open as I never got to close it and now my own dick stirred. Now I was eye to eye, so to speak, with Jim's cock. I silently gauged that it was going to be about 8" when hard and at least 6 inches in circumference. He stepped forward further. Now his cock was within inches of my face. I found I couldn't look away. The sight of his cock head fixated me and the smell of soap and a tinge of sweat filled my nostrils. There was a heat that emanated from his crotch this close that I could feel on my face. My eyes flicked up at his, then back down at his dick, up and down until my eyes couldn't look away from his cock.

When I was again able to pull my gaze away from his fat dick, I looked up and saw his smirking face, full of confidence, knowing he was going to get what he wanted.

"Come on sweetie, just a taste," He crooned. Sweetheart? Sweetie? What did this guy take me for?

Trapped in the chair with Jim towering over me, I considered my options. I couldn't beat him up, but I could hit him in the nuts and get by him. If I stumbled or tripped in the dark, and he caught me... I'd be lucky to get out of there without a hospital stay.

Sighing deeply, I relaxed and looked up at him.

"Just a little bit, ok?" I offered questioningly.

"Yeah hun. Just a sample of what you've been missing," he replied noncommittally.

Despite never having done this and previously convinced that I didn't want to, something was shifting inside me. Jim reached up and unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down his thick powerful thighs. His now released cock hung down in a semi-hard state over his big nutsack. Once his jeans were in position, he picked his dick up and leaned in until it touched my lips. He stoked lazily with his dick head resting against my lips. His hand slid all the way forward until it bumped my face, then all the way back. Forward and back, forward and back, waiting patiently.

Sighing again, this time with an almost relief, I opened my mouth and took his cock head in.

I held still for a moment resigning myself and accepting having a cock in my mouth for the first time. It's texture and heat were not unpleasant. The feeling of his hand bumping my face on every upstroke was not a turn off. There was little to no taste. After a moment of holding his head in my closed lips, I pushed forward with my tongue flattened against the bottom of his shaft. He seemed to like this and stopped stroking himself. Instinctively, (Instinctively?) I reached up and replaced his hand with my own. Moving down his shaft until it reached the back of my mouth. I was surprised to see I had taken almost half of him. I pulled back slowly before driving forward again. He began to get harder.

As his erection grew, I realized it would be more difficult to take the same amount of dick on the downstroke. I continued slow bobbing on him. My hand closed around the shaft and stroked back and forth with my sucking mouth, twisting on each stroke. He seemed to like that and moaned a little.

"That's it cocksucker. Just like that," He said in a low voice.

Cocksucker? But he was right. I was now a cocksucker. It didn't have a big effect on me... almost like it was inevitable... and clearly I had taken to it quickly with my fancy twisting motion and swirling tongue.

Maintaining my slow pace up and down his shaft, I started sucking a little more while I stroked. Jim reached down and picked up my free hand and placed it against his balls. I took the silent instruction and began to lightly squeeze and rub his nuts while I worked his shaft with my mouth. They were so big and hairy. I rolled them lightly liking the feeling of the skin against my palms. I gripped them gently underneath and pulled them forward to my chin so I could feel them as I bobbed.

He stood still in front of me with his hands at his sides and his head tilted back slightly enjoying my efforts. A taste entered my mouth and it took a moment to realize it was pre-cum. His cum was in my mouth. Instead of retching, I was savoring it. The pre-cum in my mouth was a leap forward in this subjugating act. I would always be someone who had a man's cum in his mouth.

After a couple of minutes of head, he straightened and pulled back until his dick popped out of my mouth leaving it hanging open in confusion and maybe even a little longing. He yanked his pants up without bothering to tuck his hard dick back in them and turned to unlock and open the door. The light from the TV screen showed his hard, jutting dick wet from my saliva.

"Don't move. I'll be back in a minute," he ordered.

I could have left. I could have just stood and stepped out into the hallway and made my way quickly to the door, out into the spring afternoon sunshine, and my car. I could have left the parking lot, took the ramp back onto I-40 East and left this behind. But I remained seated, as I was told, watching the door and waiting for him to return.

A minute or so later, he did return, but he was not alone. He walked back in trailed by the two guys he had whispered to on the couch in the straight viewing room. Behind them entered the broad shouldered front desk guy Andy

"Shift change," Andy said answering my unasked question of his appearance. "Got lucky."

Lucky he said. Clearly for him and not me.

Jim stepped back in front of me, positioning himself while pushing his jeans back down mid-thigh. He placed his slightly deflated dick back in my mouth without bothering to see if I was ready. Instinctively, there it is again, I went back to bobbing my mouth. He made introductions.

"This is Joe and Mike," he gestured by nodding his head back over his left then right shoulder. "We all drive this side of the country"

Joe was a little shorter than Jim with a medium build and light brown hair. I couldn't see his eyes but the smirk was clearly visible. He wore a black t-shirt and a ball cap that was on backwards. I noted his jeans and boots were similar to Jim's as his hands unbuttoned and then pulled down his pants and underwear to expose a semi-hard cut 7 inches.

Mike was tall like Jim. 6 feet and built like a football player. The same broad shoulders and muscled arms. He pulled his t-shirt over his head exposing a hairy chest and flat stomach. His pants came down quickly as well and his cock sprang into view. Another impressive pole looking to be about the same size as Joe.

"And you've already met Andy," he jerked his head towards the front desk guy who was raising his hands to show a phone that was clearly recording.

Andy fumbled with a small light that he reached up and clipped to a mount on the ceiling as Joe and Mike dropped their pants and stood on either side of Jim. The light was bright in the small room, illuminating my head and making it easier for Andy to record the scene.

"You're in for a treat cocksucker," Jim announced.

I wasn't yet sure I agreed with him as I looked at the two new dicks being stroked beside him.

"Andy is going to capture this moment for our viewing pleasure," Jim said. "We'll keep the video as a little memento of the day. Maybe we'll give you a call to meet us at another place like this or a truck stop in the future. This little bit of movie magic will make sure you show up."

Blackmail? Oh shit. Immediately I understood the implications. Be their cocksucker on demand or have my exploits exposed to whomever they chose. I was in a serious mess. I was already on video sucking a cock and the situation clearly showed I would be sucking several more.

All this time my mouth had not stopped bobbing on Jim's prick. With introductions made, he put his hands on the sides of my head and took over the motion. He began to saw in and out of my mouth at the same depth I had been sucking him. When he pushed a little further I gagged and tried to pull back, but he held my head firm. He pushed in again until I gagged and held it there while I sputtered and coughed.

"There you go cocksucker. Get used to that," he remarked in an instructional tone.

A moment later, his cock was gone and my head was turned to the left where Joe's cock was waiting.

"Let me get some of this fucking slut" He exclaimed then stuffed his prick in without bothering to ask my permission. In and out he sawed, his cock as impressive in size as Jim's. Joe used my mouth like a flesh light. I obliged by sucking hard, my cheeks collapsing inward, on every stroke in then relaxing on every stroke out.

"Damn! This cunt took to it like a duck in water!" They laughed together. Andy zoomed in on my concave cheeks capturing my eagerness on video. I felt a little pride at that. Cleary not a good sign.

Mike spoke for the first time, "Over here Joe... gimme some of that mouth."

Joe released me and directed me onto Mike's cock. Mike's dick was smaller than the others but felt no less powerful jammed into my mouth and as hard as steel. He immediately started moaning preferring to let me suck him instead of him fucking my face. I settled in to give him my best efforts since he seemed nice compared to the other two. Andy moved around with his camera, aiming at me from high and low angles and from one side to the other. He made sure he captured me being dominated by the three big men. Since my hands were free, I reached up to the dicks not in my mouth. I stroked them voluntarily as my mouth was used. My dexterity paid off in this multitasking endeavor.

On and on they passed me around. Sometimes they stuffed their dicks in, sometimes they raised them up and directed me to their balls to suck and lick. Once, Jim took my hands off Joe and Mike's cocks up and put them on each of his ass cheeks. After he removed his hands, mine stayed in place. I found it a comfortable position and the added sensation of holding his ass made me feel somehow better. I squeezed his muscled cheeks cupping my hands and rubbing his ass while I bobbed on his cock.

On one of Joe's turns, he simply rubbed his cock around on my face before lifting his balls and forcing my head under them to lick the place between his sack and asshole. That was interesting and I enjoyed it despite the rough treatment I was receiving. At one point, Mike gripped me by the chin and pulled my face up stroking his dick hard with his other hand. The tip rested on my bottom lip and he drew close to me.

"You like that cocksucker? We're gonna use the fuck out of you!" He warned.

The others laughed again at that in an agreeing way that made me concerned and conflicted about what lay ahead. Surely they wouldn't be able to make me meet them often given their jobs. Maybe I could even get away with not letting them know where I lived. Although, by now I was maybe looking forward to doing this sort of thing again.

My rounds continued. The booth was filled with the sounds of slurping and gagging, the tinkling of belt buckles as they bumped their owner's legs, the snickers of the 4 big men passing my mouth around, and the shuffling of booted feet as they surrounded me and moved in and out of position to get at my mouth. The sounds of heavy breathing punctuated the noise as I hit a good spot on them. The room warmed and sweat beaded my brow. The smells of aftershave and expelled breath permeated the space but not overriding the smell of bleach. Spit dripped off the cocks as I worked them. It wet the front of my shirt and my pant legs. My hands were covered in spit and pre-cum and my cheeks were wet with it as well.

Jim spoke next his breath hitching.

"Open up cocksucker! He groaned fisting his dick and moving it closer to my face.

It's hard to imagine three burly men cumming at the same time, but as I obediently held my mouth open with my head tilted back, three fat cocks seemed to erupt together. Jim's first cum rope smacked my left cheek, Mike was next hitting me in my bottom lip, the Joe shot right into my mouth. After that I couldn't tell whose sperm was hitting me. My eyes closed, but my ears registered the sounds of men breathing heavily, exclaiming loudly, and hands fisting cocks within inches of my face. My nose detected the smell of semen as it covered me and filled my mouth. A hand caressed the back of my head, almost lovingly, as it's owner pressed his spurting dick on my bottom lip. The others closed the distance as well and the cum that didn't land on my face drooled onto my tongue.

I opened my eyes, the right one blurred by semen, and saw relaxed faces looming over me, hands squeezing their cocks from base to tip to draw out the last of the sperm to shake into my mouth, rub onto my lips, and press onto my cheek.

They stepped back admiring their work as the cameraman came forward again to capture the closeup of the mess they had made of my face. Having not been told what to do, I remained in the same position, head slightly back, mouth open.

"Swallow." Jim ordered.

I closed my mouth and gulped several times pulling the heavy yet watery slime down my throat. I opened my mouth and said "Ahhhh" to show it was empty.

Mike reached in and placed his forefinger on the side of my face and used it as a plow pressing and scooping the sperm into my open mouth. Joe worked the other side then down the bridge of my nose, and up the curve of my chin. They laughed at me furthering my humiliation.

Joe laughed, "Don't see that kind of snowplow on the road!"

Mike finished by placing his cummy, sticky finger in my mouth.

"Close," he said.

I did and again gulped several times to pull the collected semen snack down my throat, this time finishing by sucking Mike's finger clean, which he then pumped in and out slowly so that I was sucking it like a dick.

Suddenly, Mike was moved aside as Andy came forward with the camera raised, brushing Jim in the process. Andy's other hand furiously stroked his 6 inch dick. I had a moment to register the glistening eye of his cockhead before he pressed into my mouth and at the same time started cumming. I remained in place not daring to pull my head back.

"Oh fuck yeah!" He groaned, pumping his dick and filling my mouth.

I felt several pulses of sperm paint the roof of my mouth, then smaller dribbles combined to pool on my tongue.

"Oh shit... oh damn," Andy continued heavily until ceasing his stroking and resting his hand on my head with his dick lodged in my mouth.

After a second to catch his breath, he too told me to swallow. I did and showed him my empty mouth.

He stopped the recording.

"This might be the best one yet boys," he laughed.

Minutes later I was back in the sunlight. Jim, Mike, Joe, and Andy stood by shaking hands with each other and talking amongst themselves while I waited quietly. Obediently.

Mike and Joe walked away towards their trucks parked out back. Andy went back inside, but not before waggling his phone at me with a smirk.

"I may put this on the booth screens!" He cajoled.

In a moment, only Jim and I remained. Jim turned to me and demanded,

"Gimme your wallet."

Broken and humbled and still tasting the semen of 4 men in my mouth, I obliged. He snapped a picture of my driver's license with his own phone and handed it back to me. He asked for my phone number, which I gave quickly, and he called it to make sure it was the real number. Satisfied, he put his phone in his pocket.

"You'll be hearing from us cocksucker." Jim declared. "When you get a call, you show up or the video gets published on every porn site I can think of. Any questions?"

This cocksucker had none. I knew I was trapped and I didn't seem to mind very much.

(to be continued)