("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2010. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Driving Naked by Naked Trucker (nakedtrucker@juno.com) *** This story is about a casual threeway that happened one day while at a truck stop. Is it a true story, you be the judge. (MMM) *** From previous newsgroup posts or questions I've received by e-mail, several people have asked about life on the road as a truck driver. The answer to one question is, yes: I really do drive naked - when you're pulling an 80,000 pound rig, it's a hell of a lot more comfortable than wearing tight-assed jeans. And when you pull into a rest area or truck stop, it's a hell of a lot more convenient when something interesting comes your way. Another question I get is: Do many other truckers drive naked? The answer: Hell, I don't know. When two rigs pass each other on the highway, you're not looking at each other for the sake of safety, although you do steal a glance to see what the other driver looks like. When I'm passing another 18-wheeler I do it slow enough to check out the other driver, and if he's not wearing a shirt that's a clue - straight drivers generally wear too much clothing, and it looks like it came straight off the rack of a general store in Podunk, Iowa. Last week, though, I did pass another driver who was shirtless and hot. He was driving an International cab- over tractor belonging to Schneider National, a major trucking company. Schneider trucks are known as "big pumpkins" because of their bright orange paint. In cab-over tractors the driver sits above the engine rather than behind the engine as in conventional tractors (the ones with a hood in front of them). International cab-overs which has a high seat - an inch or two higher off the ground than most other rigs, including my own conventional Freightliner condo. I was hauling a load from New England to Chambersburg, Pennsylvania, and we were heading west on I-78 toward Harrisburg. A few minutes after I passed the shirtless stud, he had gained speed and was about to pass me. Based on our respective speeds, I knew that he would be in my sight for at least a few seconds, affording me the opportunity to get a better look. When another trucker passes you, you can get a more complete look at him than he can at you. The reason is that both drivers, of course, sit in the left seat of their tractors. The door of the tractor on the right tends to block the view of the driver, but the trucker driving in the left lane isn't shielded by a door. If the doors to the two tractors are relatively the same height, you can see over to the driver's seat pretty good. And to my surprise, the driver of the other rig that was now passing me was a buck-ass naked as I was. As he passed slowly, it was obvious that we were both checking each other out. We looked up at each other, nodded a greeting that spoke mutual admiration and understanding, and he continued to pass. At mile post 15 on I-78, there's a truck stop called Midway. It's really in Bethel, Pennsylvania, but they call it Midway because it's supposedly at the mid-point of the highway between the Pennsylvania-New Jersey line and where I-78 ends at I-81. It's really not, but the name stuck and it's become a popular parking place for truckers who want to catch a few hours sleep. The truck stop itself has no facilities except for a diner, truck wash, and Exxon station. None of the usual features of larger truck stops such as a TV room, showers, or garage. However, across the street from the diner and it's large parking lot is a small adult book store. Next to the store is another parking lot which can fit about a half-dozen tractor-trailers, and it's smaller size makes it a quieter place to park when you need some sleep. As you might imagine, however, it's not unusual for the truckers who park in the bookstore lot to hit the bookstore itself. Most are straight and have no interest in meeting anyone, but the percentage of truckers who are open to some action is much higher than it is in most standard truck stops. There's never any action in the bookstore itself, although there are always cars parked whose occupants are looking for a trucker to service. I had been driving for about seven hours and needed a break, so I pulled off the highway and into the parking lot next to the bookstore. All of the 18-wheelers that park there face out toward the store and the road, and I had my high beams on to see if any drivers were sitting in the seats of their tractors rather than in their sleeper cabs. There was one parking space left, and I circled my rig around to face the road so I could back into the space. Turning a 65-foot tractor-trailer to back into a space between two other rigs is one of the most complicated maneuvers in which a driver can engage, so I devoted my full attention to my driving. I noticed as I got into a safe position to back up that there was a red Jeep Cherokee that had just pulled into the lot and parked up against the side of the bookstore. The blond-haired driver had gotten out, and to say that he was hot would be an understatement. He looked like what truckers should look like but generally don't, as most truckers tend to be overweight slobs that can be described as trolls. If you look good and are in decent shape, you're in the minority among truckers. I turned back to my driving, and safely backed into a tight space between two other tractor-trailers, stopping when the side windows of my cab were at the same point as the windows on the rigs next to me. After all, you never know when you might see something interesting in the next truck. The trucks on either side of me had nobody in the seats, which meant that the drivers were probably sleeping in the back of their cabs. I was dead tired, so I proceeded to turn on the reading light above my steering wheel and log my driving hours before turning in myself. I completed the federally required log form that showed my hours on and off duty, hours actually spent driving, and drawing a ruler line on the graph that led to time spent in the sleeper cab, to which I was about to retire. So I thought. As I reached up to put the updated log book in the compartment above the driver's seat, I heard a noise through the open right window of my cab and turned my head to see that my fellow naked trucker from Schneider was parked next to me. He opened the door of his cab, got out of the rig, walked toward the area where the tractor meets the trailer, and began to water the tires (that's trucker language for taking a piss). I sat down in the passenger seat of my rig, lit a cigarette, and watched him - both of us still naked - in the large mirror on the right side of my truck. I was already half-hard at that point, and began stroking my rod as I took in the sight. As he came back to the driver's door of his rig, I said, "How's it going?" We made small talk for a minute or so, primarily about trucks - a favorite subject for all truckers, it seems - and he said that he had never been in a conventional condo. Condos have high sleeper cabs - you can actually stand up in them - and generally have more floor space, storage space, and a large bed than cab-over tractors. It's spring-air mattress is one of the most comfortable on the road - slightly wider than a twin, though not quite as wide as a double - but it can easily sleep two. Needless to say, I invited him over to check out the cab. And that's all we did. Really. At least at first. A Freightliner condo sleeper cab has a fluorescent light in the back, and I turned it on as my Schneider buddy admired the large bed and the ample storage cabinets in the rig. The bright light was only on for a few seconds, but it was long enough to afford a good view of us for the blond who had parked his Jeep next to the bookstore. As we and I sat down on the bunk, we heard a rustle outside the open right-side door of my truck. I moved forward to find the guy from the Jeep asking, "Hey, guys, is everything OK?" I looked at my buddy from Schneider and didn't even have to ask. As tired as we both were, we were also both open for some service. I answered the blond, "Yeah, everything's cool, but we wouldn't mind some company." He climbed up into the now darkened rig and took the seat on the passenger side. I reached behind him to close the passenger door, and my cock brushed against his face, then went right into his open mouth. As he began to go down on me, my fellow driver from Schneider began to stroke his own rod while sitting on the bunk. The inside of the cab was getting warm, with the aroma of hot man-sweat that you would find in a locker room or sauna. As he worked my rod with his mouth, the other driver stood up, his own cock hard as a rock. I moved away from the Jeep driver and said, "How about giving my buddy some attention?" He got up, moved toward the bunk, and took my buddy's meat down his throat while continuing to stroke my cock. For the next few minutes, he alternated between us, obviously feeling like he was in heaven servicing two truckers. The Schneider driver had sat back down on the bunk and spread his hairy legs apart while our new-found friend began to lick his balls and stroke his meat at the same time. I brushed against our Jeep friend's ass, and he reached back and spread his butt open with one hand, obviously looking for some more attention. Needless to say, I always have lube and condoms within reach, and it only took a few seconds to prepare for a hot fuck session. As he continued to work on my buddy from Schneider, I entered from the rear and slowly started driving my hard meat in his tight butt hole, spreading his ass open even further as I stood behind his bent-over torso. After a few minutes, he came up for air, then laid down on the bunk on his back. The Schneider driver moved up toward his head and fed him more hot cock, while I lifted his legs off the mattress and, bracing myself with the safety rails of the storage compartments, entered his rear. The Schneider driver held our friend's legs back as I began to pump his ass again, sweat pouring from all three of us. The minutes passed as I continued to pound him with long, deep thrusts, culminating as I shot what felt like a quart-load in his butt hole. I asked, "You want a turn?" In response, my Schneider buddy pulled his cock out of our friend's mouth and we switched places. Putting on a condom, he proceeded to plunge into our new friend's now well-lubed ass while I held his legs back, driving the Jeep driver's rod back and forth with deep thrusts until shooting his own wad. Our friend, in the meantime, was beating his own hard meat, shooting a load that spewed over all three of us. "Guys," he said as he got dressed, "that was the hottest fuck session I've ever had in a truck. The two of you are gonna keep my fantasies going for weeks!" "It was hot, man," we replied. "Take it easy." With that he jumped down from the still open door to the cab, walked back to his Cherokee, waved, and drove off. My Schneider buddy and I looked at each other, both spent, and started laughing. "That was a hot scene, you know." "Yeah, maybe we should go into the business of fulfilling trucker fantasies." With that, we toweled each other's sweat off, closed the door to the rig, and fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms on the bed. The next morning we awoke and had a more personal session, trucker to trucker. But that's another story... END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 67