Necessity

I was poking through some old files last night, mostly newspaper clippings from the ‘90’s concerning men who get in trouble in adult theaters and cruising spots and it brought to mind how intolerant so many places still are. I know what you are thinking, here come the rainbow flags and the political message, but hear me out. Those of you who have read my stuff know that I still bear scars on my chin and left eyebrow delivered by batons from none other than progressive America’s finest, the San Francisco Police Department circa 1974. At that time being openly gay, not flamboyant but just noticeable made you a target. That is obviously no longer the case. Men who are the targets today are straight cruisers who go dogging in known link up spots. I find it odd that in the most progressive cities in the country you will still find vice squads working the adult theaters and rest stops looking for otherwise harmless men who are just looking to get off. Fags like me who work these places for straight loads are rarely if ever hassled. But a straight guy looking for quick car head can have his life ruined in a hurry.

Since I became single again I have searched for a replacement to my partner and that search targets straight appearing, big framed masculine men. These are not the kinds of guys you find in the pages of the Advocate but you are more likely to find them on construction sites and at truck stops. After years of study and practice I have learned how to read communities, neighborhoods and particular areas for the likely spots where guys might linger with intent. I have mastered the very subtle movements, looks and gestures required to avoid overt attention but to attract the knowing eye and draw him to a corner where a connection can happen. And guys seem to know where to look, how to size up a cruiser and how to read the signs. Straight men who have scored fags have far keener gaydar than any of my gay friends will ever hope to have. And they know how to use it to leave themselves open to a discrete “cum hither” signal from a queer on the prowl. I admit, I am shameless and many of my gay friends are appalled to know that I make a sport of sucking cocks in public places. For me it is satisfaction plus challenge. The challenge of seducing straight men keeps drawing me back to the rest stops, video stores, truck stops and parks that offer the best hunting.

The alphas on the hunt know to lay back and wait for the signal. I know how to give the signal and lead the way and on only two occasions has it backfired on me. In both cases I scored under cover cops and my punishment was to give them head in lieu of a citation. I guess they know the threat of a $200.00 loitering infraction is no big threat when you have been out for decades. They know the deal. Straight guys who get busted are a far different game. The danger of being outed, family and job consequences and stigma strike fear in to their hearts. They are always hyper vigilant for any sign of danger but when they recognize a safe score like me they drop their apprehensions and are drawn like moths to flame. That was the case with G.A. last week. I had noticed him at an out of the way truck stop I frequent near my town and learned to recognize the rig he drove for a construction materials company. Their colors are very distinctive and he and his fellow drivers are usually coming in from deliveries at about the dinner hour. They stop to pick up fuel and drop piss and press on to the barn. Sometimes on late runs they can linger longer and last week G.A. took the time to do exactly that.

That particular evening I had just gassed up my Subaru and pulled to a place beyond the rig parking to park and then head in to pee and get a coffee for the trip home. I noticed the rig and that particular driver who seemed to linger and watch as I cruised the lot and parked in a spot where drivers knew they could score. When I exited the truck stop and started across the lot to my car I noted his rig had left the fuel islands and was parked on the farthest truck parking pad near my car. I had to pass by his rig to get to my car and figured this may be a chance to make eye contact for a lead in. He was standing at the rear of his trailer apparently checking his lights when I passed around behind him. He looked at me, nodded and said “hey” as I passed and I responded “Hi there, how are things tonight?” He perked up, smiled through a mass of thick, chest length beard and said “Doin’ great , buddy, how are things with you?” To that I smiled and responded “Just trying to be the best good buddy I can be” and stopped to turn toward him in hopes of encouraging a conversation. He nodded toward my Subaru and said “so your sticker says “Subaru. Not just for Lesbians any more.” To that I responded as I stepped closer, Oh yea, we fags are allowed to drive them just as long as we behave. You know, the whole good buddy thing.” He laughed and took a toke on his unfiltered cigarette, exhaled and asked “like a smoke with your coffee?” I told him that I would love to smoke something but we would have to go to his cab or the bushes. At that he turned and said “Let’s go get this did.” He headed to the cab of his rig, climbed up the driver side and I went around the opposite side. I climbed up on the fuel tank and the door cracked open. I pulled it open, hopped up and sat on the air seat and turned toward this mountain of a man. He looked at me and asked “here or in the sleeper” to which I responded “here is good for starters, if we need the bed once we get knowing I know my way.” He rotated in his seat toward me and pushed the gear shift forward giving me working room next to his seat. I dropped to my knees, reached for his belt buckle, opening it and his buttoned pants and liberated his sperm cannon. This was exactly the kind of tool I expected to find attached to a man who was 6’4”, 250 and sported a 50 inch chest mounted over a 40 inch waist. I drew his cock out of the next of thick pubic hair buy taking his purple head on my mouth, sucking and pulling it to full length. As I went down on his full length I felt him stiffen and flinch to the stimulation my tongue gave his underside and then the full circumference of his glans. Up and down, tongue, sucking and stroking and repeating got him rock hard and at that point I could feel and admire his full length, 9 full inches and the wonderful thickness of his cock. His girth forced me to open wide to get him fully in my mouth and at full plunge he filled the back of my throat with his glans. I was in cocksucker heaven at this point. This is what I dream of when I jack off in desperation: a big, bearded masculine total man with a ripping hard cock and balls loaded with semen just begging for the right attention to get complete and total release. And I was giving him exactly that attention right at this moment.

Outside I could hear rigs coming and going but my full focus was on working this beautiful tool up to complete erection, and then trying to gauge my efforts to achieve a longer lasting session and let him build slowly to a complete, draining orgasm. My tongue flicked his glans and shaft and when I thought he was getting too close to release I would back off and just give him skull. In and out and the banging of his cock head on the back of my throat continued as he moaned, guided my head with his massive hands and demanded his pleasure from me. Throughout the course of this first session I could feel the strength in his hands but also his gentleness with me. He seemed to know the right amount of pressure he could put on me and kept well within the rhythm I set with my sucking. As I worked a rig pulled up right next to his side of the truck and idled for a long time before shutting down. We had the windows down for air and the profile of G.A.’s back against the door it must have been obvious what was going down in the cab. I could hear doors open and close on the other rig and voices fade as the team walked toward the store and diner. As I worked my mind raced hoping that they would get back out after I finished my work with G.A. and I could try to cruise them. But back to business. G.A. was fully erect to the point were I could feel his pulse in his glans and with my tongue and his precum indicated that he was approaching the point where he was going to need to release his load soon. I backed off the tongue action a bit and lessened my suction to give him a slight respite before going down full bore to draw forth his hot load. As I put full suction on his glans and drove down the thick shaft of his cock I could feel both of his hands grasp my head firmly and drive me down full length. I felt the first rope of hot semen hit my tonsils and he moaned and convulsed as he forced me fully down on him and pumped more streams of cum directly down my throat. He came so hard that I could not even get a taste of his deep load until he eased up and allowed me to return to my in and out motion on his cock. He remained rock hard well after his last convulsion and relaxed his hands enough to let me get a full stroke tempo going on him. This went on for another minute until he moaned and said “too much” so I released him and just continues with light kissing and licking on the head of his cock. After another minute he sat straight up and I leaned back admiring his withering cock. He said “holy shit, that was intense” and I asked him if he would like this on a regular basis. He nodded and said “I think I can handle this once or twice a week.” I told him I would give him my numbers and that we could make that happen when he had the chance. He zipped up and said “I need a smoke, grab your coffee” and I did as we climbed down to the hot asphalt and met at the front of the rig. We talked as he smoked and shared names and he said “dude, this is the first time a guy has ever done me. It kind of freaks me out to know that a dude can make me feel that good. The real bitch is that I really feel OK with you.” I told him that it was not uncommon at all for very straight, very masculine men to get relief from faggots and he should not feel guilty or shamed about it. I told him how much I loved serving a man like him and how I would never to anything to risk future opportunities to suck his cock. I could see he was relaxed and was getting comfortable with the idea. He said “so you don’t mind names like faggot?” I laughed and said as long as the name were not accompanied by fists I was cool with that. I know what I am and my role in the overall world of alpha and beta males. And I love taking care of nice men. We talked more and I told him about where I lived in town and he had the option of the truck, the desert or my house for further link ups. We parted with him saying “ I will text you. Promise.” And he did. And has. Regularly. And I am glad.

As G.A. fired up his tractor I watched to see if the team parked next to us was coming back out. G.A.’s rig obscured my view as it passed me so I turned and headed back to my car. As I approached I noticed the black Crown Victoria of the contract security company moving toward my car. I could see the driver was Larry, your typical 40-something swing shifting, blowjob hunting creep who seems to get off on the power of driving a car with markings and lights and carrying a mace can. We met a couple of years ago when he busted me getting out of a rig after a three hour ass pounding session with a pair of Mexican drivers. I was worn out and too beat to fight him off so he coaxed me in to the front seat of he Crown Vic where I gave him head. He made it sound like he had me black mailed or coerced and on our subsequent meetings he reminds me to play by Larry’s rules other wise he will have me “hauled in” and locked up in a cage with bikers. He likes to remind me what happens to frail little faggots like me in prison. He should know. He was fired from his guard job at our local state lock up two years ago and that was the straw that broke the camel’s back as far as his old lady was concerned. She dumped him so now the only action he gets is from the couple of lot lizards who cruise the truck stops and other places he patrols. He knows the three of us regulars and knows he can make life miserable on us if we don’t play by Larry’s rules so it is down I go. Stop pay toll.

Larry can last at most three minutes and thankfully he takes a shower before work. His thin six inch tool is hyper sensitive and he enjoyed every second of his three minutes of fame. Larry also like to assert his authority over me and dominate me. The first time I gave him head he basically skull fucked me for a minute before he came. Since then he has learned to lighten up and enjoy the ride. After three of these parking lot sessions he decided it was time to fuck me. He got fully in me as I was bent over the front seat and came. That took all of 20 seconds. So now it is just quick head when he can catch me and we go on about our business. His boss Marco also partakes occasionally but he is actually a very nice guy, a retired cop of about 60 plus years. Nice uncut cock, considerate and he and Larry tolerate each other’s night time habits. On this fine evening Larry lasted a whole four minutes and shot a pretty nice load compared to his usual performance. Once he was done we got out of the car, he lit a smoke and we talked. He told me that Marco would be back in the office at 10 pm and would appreciate a visit before I headed home. I told Larry I was always happy to take care of Marco and would call him when I headed to town. And Larry, am I pretty please allowed to finish my cruising? He laughed and said “ya, I’m gonna hang out at the other side. Suck all the dick you like.”

As I walked away from the Crown Vic Larry put on his lights to light my path back to my car and to advertise the fact that I was there. The team in the rig I noticed were in their cab, idling and I could see the guy in the passenger seat watching me in the rear view mirror. As I walked I put my left finger in my mouth, then dropped it to my crotch and then rubbed my ass. Two seconds later the brake lights on the rig flashed twice. Game on.

I approached the rig on the right side and as I came close the door cracked open. I climbed up on the tank and the door opened and the A-driver beckoned me in. As I climbed in he stood up in the center isle and then sat back on the driver’s seat, hard cock in hand. I looked to my left and noticed the driver laying on the bunk in his boxers, cock in hand, stroking to a porno on the screen in the sleeper. I climbed over the passenger seat and took my position on my knees before the stocky stud on the divers seat. As I went down on him I could tell he had just come from the showers and the taste of Irish Spring filled my mouth. I took his dark beer can in my mouth and started working on him as he cooed at me in a very deep Southern drawl. Once I had his full manhood in my mouth and tickling my tonsils he began directing me to suck his cock, gently calling me a sweet queen, princess and fairy boy. He was rock hard and precumming so I tried to ease up and make it last. He continued telling me about his sexual desires and directing my action. I was rock hard and his verbal encouragement made me want to impress this man with my skills in the hopes that this team was on a route and we could make this a regular deal. His buddy quietly watched his porn they both commented on the action on the screen as well as on my efficiency as a cock sucker. His hands fell on the back of my head and my shoulder as he approached lift off and I gave up trying to hold off his explosion. He was so hard and his pulse was racing so I knew it was time to let him cum. When he did he held my head down and held himself tight against my face until he expended all of his load down my throat. I held him in my mouth and continued to work his shaft and glans as he started to go soft. His comment was “fucking intense, girlie man. You are the best.” I released his cock with a popping sound from my mouth and turned to look up at his team mate. The partner had swung up off he bed and was sitting on the ledge of the sleeper, cock pointing straight up and hard. I knee crawled over to him and when down.

Number two was likewise a stocky, hairy southern boy, late ‘40’s with a rock hard eight inch beer can cock. Both of these guys gave my jaws a work out and both were ready for a deep orgasm after a long day on the road and a half hour of watching porn. Number two told me that they had noticed the action in G.A.’s rig and new they had found a honey pot. They stayed and watched as Larry apprehended me and then soon realized that I was not going to jail but was going down on the law. That convinced them to stay and wait and see if they could score me. As he told me this and his buddy verbally encouraged me to suck his buddy’s cock I got harder and more focused on leaving a very good impression on these two studs. Number two grabbed my head and skull fucked me as he came down my throat. I continued my work as he convulsed and murmured his appreciation for a job well done and a nut well shot.

We said our goodbyes and I gave them a card with my number and e-mail. They said they would be though at least once a month and they have been true to their word for the past few months. As I left in my car they flashed their lights at me and I cruised down the highway toward town. Just short of town I called the officer number and Marco picked up. I asked if it was clear for me to come by to bring him his coffee and sugar. That was our code word for an office date. He said yes and he was anxiously awaiting my arrival.

Fifteen minutes later I pulled in to the lot and parked around the side where the employees parked. I got out and as I did I grabbed my cruising bag and coffee cup and headed for the back door of the office. Marco was standing next to his desk as I entered and asked if I wanted a warm up on my coffee. I said yes and he poured me some as we began chatting. He mentioned he had received a very positive field report from Larry and that I appear to have had a very productive night. Marco said “that’s good little buddy, because you and Tim and the guy from Bullhead are straight up fags, no bullshit, not thieves or druggies. Truckers want their dicks sucked with no bullshit and we appreciate you being on the level and being a good fag.” I told him that I would not do anything to fuck up our cruising and Tim and Mikey from Bullhead and I were on the same wave length. We all promise to abide by the rules you set and not get stupid.

Marco lightly brushed his crotch and I could see his tent and knew he needed to get off. I walked behind the desk, took to my knees in front of him and zipped down his fly. I looked up to see him looking down at me with a very tender, approving smile on his face. Tim and I were his sex life and he really liked me because I was all bottom and he loved to fuck a tight, trained and clean pussy ass. As I went to work on him he started talking, he was always verbal, and told me he understood I had given a lot of head that night so tonight he would give me a break and fuck me as soon as I had him fully up. I continued to suck him after he was fully hard and he was giving up precum which told me he was close to cumming. He grabbed my head and stopped me, Brought me to my feet and then turned me around. Put my hands on the desk and bent me over. At that point he unbuttoned my shorts, dropped them, dropped the satin jock I was wearing and then squared himself up behind me. In three presses he was fully inside of me and pumping slowly in order to hang on for as long as he could last. I adjusted my position and he put his hands on my hips as he took his pleasure with me. He cooed in to my ear that he liked his fags to be well behaved and clean and wanted them to keep their place in the order of things. That is why he liked me so much and oh, bi they way why don’t you cum to the office every night for a little work out. His thrusting became more rapid and he approached his orgasm. He had had me enough times that I understood his body and his patterns and knew when he was going to cum. His hands gripped the front of my hips more firmly as his pace increased and he pumped harder until he shouted out “bitch” and shot a hot rope of cum in to me. He continued to convulse as I contracted my ass muscles and milked his cock. He kept pumping until he started going soft and then pulled out. I could feel his milk inside of me and stood to go get cleaned up. As we were both heading to the men’s room Larry’s car pulled in to the parking lot. It was going to be a late night. But it is all about finding and taking care of the necessities.

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