I spent a lot of time traveling on the Adirondack Northway from Albany to the Canadian Border in all kinds of weather. My favorite rest area was in Warrensburg. Both North and South bound sides were just pullins, no services. Anytime of day or night, you could find a trucker or two there. I must admit, I've good hookups and bad ones here.

Especially on the North bound side, you will run into a lot of Canadian truckers. The best pickings are when there are only one or two trucks in there. When you get a lot, they tend to worry about being reported to their boss by the other truckers, a lot of company owned rigs.

I was there one night about 2am. The snow was slick on the roads, and the forecast called for additional snow up to morning. Now, Warrensburg lays at the foot hills of the Adirondacks, a treacherous area in the best of winter weather. I pulled my car in between two trucks. I wasn't really looking for anything, just wanted to get some sleep.

About five minutes after I got there, the trucker behind me turned on his inside dome light for about ten seconds. I responded by pushing the time button on the dashboard radio which gave about ten seconds of blue light. I waited for another response. The trucker flashed his lights. That was all it took.

As soon as I exited the car, he leaned over and opened the passenger side door of the cab. I walked around and stood looking up at him from the ground. He was a short French Canadian. A little on the rugged side, but not much fat on his small frame. He asked, "Want to party?" I nodded and climbed up in the cab.

He suggested we get in the sleeper cab where it was more private in case a Trooper came through on patrol. I agreed. The back was nice. He asked if I liked looking at porn, and I nodded yes. He popped a VHS in the player hooked up to a small tv set. Instantly, the screen showed a white guy on his knees trying desperately to swallow a massive cock of black meat. The poor guy on the screen was unable to handle the width, and settled down to licking the shaft and just sucking the head. The trucker looked at me and unzipped his pants. In the glow of the tv, it was difficult to see his penis so I reached in. I drew out a petite 4" dick, not too thick and cut.

I figured it was better than nothing. I leaned over to take it in my mouth when the trucker stopped me. He said "Just so you know, I don't return the favor." I shrugged and continued to my objective. Even with my best sucking action, I could barely raise it up to 5" erect. The tucker started to moan. Suddenly, he pulled me up and said, "I can't cum in the truck. I got to turn it in come morning, and I don't want to leave any evidence." I replied, "Don't worry, I won't spill a drop."

I went back down on him. Soon he was humping up into my face, calling him a "sweet cocksucker". I was rewarded with a small shot or two of very weak cum. He seemed to be happy, but I was sorely disappointed. As soon as he was done, he pulled up his pants. Climbing into the driver's seat, he told me that it was all clear for getting out. I left the cab and walked back to my car. It was the sorriest night of trucker cruising I ever had. It didn't turn me off from trying again the next time, but I always avoided trucks from that same French Canadian trucking firm, but not other fuck Cannucks.

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