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How I Became a Trucker Slut, Part 1

By homes69

submitted October 27, 2003

Categories: Very Short Stories, Sex On The Road, Gay Erotic Stories

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I grew up in a small town where I thought the only gay person in the world was me. I really didn't know what being in love with another man meant. All I knew through out high school was for some reason I never lusted after girls, I got hardons by watching the guys walk around campus with their baskets bulging between their legs. I never had any contact with anyone who was like me and was sort of an outsider.

I was a good student and I knew that I didn't want to stay in this town the rest of my life so I concentrated more on my studies than sports or being part of the in-crowd. My family was not very well off so I knew that if I went to college it would be on my own efforts, so I spent from junior high through high school working odd jobs. I moved, cleaned and mowed lawns. I had two paper routes delivering the papers by riding a bicycle. I worked on weekends in the local grocery stores stocking shelves, so even though I didn't play sports my body developed muscles and by the time I turned 18, I was voted as one of the campus cuties--even though I had never really went out to solicit such an election.

The girls were hot for my body but I wasn't aware of it, nor did I care. In fact, I at first thought the election was a sick prank my classmates were playing on me. Well anyway to begin my story of being a trucker slut:

When I became a junior in high school student, I had extended my paper route a couple of miles out of town to the local truck stop where I kept it supplied with papers for sale. One day I happened to notice a sign that said, "part-time help wanted". I asked the manager what type of work he needed and he told me that it was keeping the shelves stocked with the goods he carried there. I told him that I did that type of work on weekends in town and would like to work out a schedule where I could work for him also. He hired me and worked me each night for a couple of hours.

It was there that I began to notice all the hot men that came through that little store. Many of them never paid any attention to me because I was usually on my knees cutting open boxes and pulling the contents out, pricing them and placing them on the shelves, but this gave me an advantage because I was eye-level to their crotches. Every night I left work with a hard-on. I didn't really know anything about masturbation; like I said I grew up in a small town and was a loner and no one had instructed me in that pleasure. I got relief simply from my wet dreams, which were quite often.

When I turned 18 and was about to graduate from High School, the manager approached me and asked me if I wanted a full-time job working behind the counter as a clerk. He offered me enough money to where I could quit all my other jobs and make more money just working for him. I took the job immediately. Now I was no longer just looking at the crotches of these beautiful men; I was looking also directly into their faces and was able to watch them interact with each other and listen to their side conversations about how lonely the road was.

We sold girly magazines behind the counter and they always seemed to come to me to purchase them with a grin on their faces when we had the new editions. Even though I was a lonely, I was a friendly person by nature, so a lot of them I got to know on first name basis and soon knew their life stories.

One Saturday night, the manager approached me and said that the clean-up guy was coming in and asked me if I would mind going upstairs to the lounge and clean up in the bathroom and showers. I had been in that part of the store only briefly in my years of working there. Whenever I can gone up there, a feeling always came over me and it like I wanted to stay there forever, so I stayed away as much as I could just fearful for some unknown reason.

Being the good employee though, I told him sure whatever he wanted me to do. He smiled and told me he just wanted me to clean up. He went on to tell me though that he would close off the area so I could get the job done quicker and not have to work over too much more since it was a Saturday and he knew I had other things to do rather than staying around a smelly truck stop.

Like I said the trucker lounge/bathrooms/showers were upstairs. There was a door at the top of the stairs that could be locked. He had told me where the cleaning supplies were located and that he wouldn't let anyone up until I had cleaned the area. So I got the supplies and proceeded to do my job. The shower and bathrooms were all in one large room with showers on one side and stalls on the other side. A row of urinals and sinks were all at the front of this room.

I had finished cleaning the urinals and stalls and started mopping in the floor and shower stalls when I heard footsteps out in the lounge area and the door to the shower/bathrooms opened. At first I thought it was the manager but when I looked up my heart skipped a beat. It was Jake. Jake was one of the regulars who came by every week and he was the best looking trucker of the bunch. He was six foot seven, blond hair, and dark, dark blue eyes. He had a body of model. Bulging biceps and trim waist. Just the most beautiful man I had every seen and friendly as could be on top of all of that. I stammered something about no one being able to shower until I finished and he laughed and said, "I am not just anyone." Billy, the manager, had allowed to come on up because Jake needed to go ahead and shower and get on the road. He told me that he had relocked the door and I wouldn't have to work around anyone else.

Well went to the back shower stall and began to take off his clothes. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. I tried to disguise my glances but I couldn't resist the stares. I kept finding excuses to go back towards the stall and check his body out. He had stepped into the shower had not pulled the curtain across. There he was in all of his naked glory with the water flowing over his body. There was not one ounce of fat on that body. I know this is hard to believe but I got my first look at another's mans cock other than my own. I just stood there mesmerized by the sight of it. It hung down soft about seven inches and his balls hung below it. I couldn't move. All of sudden his dick began to grow and grow. A full 12 inches was standing out in front of him.

Suddenly he broke my daze, "Do you want this, boy?" He went on to say, "I didn't know you were a little queer bait."

I didn't know what a queer bait was. I just stood there. Suddenly he stepped out of the shower and forced me to my knees. "If you’re going to look at it --et a good close look, you little bastard!" he growled. The scent of his body was about to make me faint and then he brought my face closer to cock.

"Kiss it!" he demanded. I immediately leaned forward and kissed it and then all of sudden I opened my mouth and I took his cock inside. I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't know why I was doing but it was like an automatic reaction. He groaned with pleasure. "Oh, that's it, you little cocksucker!" His dick began to disappear into my mouth and he shoved it further down towards the back of my throat. I gagged and he pulled me off it. I was shaking and trembling.

"You've never done this have you?" he asked.

I shook my head "NO" but my eyes pleaded for more and I finally spoke. "But I want to learn how to please you."

He smiled and said, "Oh don't worry, my little queer. You’re going to get an education tonight."

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