“Hey boy! I see you looking at me through that peephole. I see you giving yourself a tug. Don’t pretend you’re not. Your shadow gives you away. If you want to see me jacking off up close, come over to my stall. Seriously, come over. It’s unlatched….
“…Come in. No, leave it barely latched. It leaves the crack between the door and the partition open a little wider so I can watch the guys standing at the urinals across the way. Besides, I don’t mind guys walking in on me enjoying myself.
“What are you looking for?... To give me a blowjob? That’s it? Well, aren’t you a cute thing? Why don’t you get naked? You can put all your clothes in the corner. Being in the handicap stall at the end, we have plenty of room, and besides at this hour of the early morning not much is happening.
“Shhh. Shhh. You need to whisper, like I am. Any man can come in and hear us. There’s a time and way to be discovered. That is not the way to do it.
“Kneel right there. Just kneel. Knees apart. Don’t play with yourself. Just… be patient. Let your pecker point up if it wants to do that. Watch me stroke mine.
“I’ve seen you here before. You hang around the trucker’s lounge. And I noticed you following drivers like me in here. You like hard working men, hunh? Of course you do. You peep at them through that hole? Hmmm. Is that all? If you are lucky, you may get to blow them? Let me fill you in on a secret. There’s way more to a man than what you see through that peephole. More things that can turn you on.
“Why don’t you slowly start to jack me off, but I’m not ready to cum yet. So keep it at a nice pleasurable pace.
“When my route passes through town, I always come to this truck stop and to this stall to enjoy what is around me. It hasn’t changed in twenty years. Even back then it was old and a bit sleazy. Still, coming here always gets me hard.
“I don’t know if you were paying attention, but in the last minute or so, one of the two showers on the other side of this wall have stopped. Those showers may be private, but they have open ceilings, and you can feel the humidity come over. Also, you hear a lot of what’s going on over on that side.
“That driver is probably drying himself off. Picture a big man rubbing a towel across his hairy belly and up and over his pecs to his fresh pits. Then he lifts his leg on the ledge in order to dry his furry crack. He may linger at his hole, allowing his wet finger to play with it for a brief moment of private pleasure….
“Now he moved to the sink. You can tell from the sound of shaving cream. No act is more masculine as shaving. It’s a ritual that some men perform every few days, allowing the rugged brutish stubble to give way to a strong jawline and a defined chin—one form of masculinity for another. All men address it in their own way, and each way is all man.
“While some men come in here to clean up, other men come in here to take a long piss after a long day of work. They don’t have to the time to get showered up. They have a long day ahead of them. They’ll deal with it later. They piss at the urinal with their cocks hanging out. Think about how exposed for any other man to see—you or the next driver to catch a glance of their manhood. There’s a fleeting connection two men have in that split moment. Then they shake their dick and tuck it away. Most men don’t wash the drop or two off their own hands—no woman around to tell them to do otherwise. The thought of them walking out of here with a drop or two of piss on their hands gets me hard.
“That other shower shut off, so you need to make sure you don’t make any noise, unless you are super quiet, like me. I need some lube on my cock. If you want to lean over and suck me a little bit go ahead…. Your mouth feels good…. Now pull off and continue jacking me.
“You hear that?... The guy in the shower is watching a porno on his phone. Do you hear the bitch on the video moaning? So he’s probably giving it a tug.
“The best part is that the shaver still shaves. If we hear it. he must hear it. But he goes on tapping his razor on the sink. He knows the primal urges we men must regularly take care of. He just continues without a second thought finishing up what he needs to… and just like that he’s gone to begin his day.
“In this lounge, in this bathroom, or in the showers, men are just men. We all have a shared purpose for being here. There is a bond, mostly a subconscious one, between us—one based on sharing our intimate times, whether that be whipping out our dicks at the urinal, or knowing that another driver is pounding his pud to porn. Now there are some that don’t want a connection at all, but most are fine with it.
“We are around men just like ourselves. Extremely masculine men. We interact with mostly men. We drive powerful vehicles. We are in this environment just about every moment of the day. And with that, there is an expectation that we maintain that masculinity.
“So when you come in here, you need to understand and anticipate that. It’s this heightened masculinity that draws you here. You recognize it with just about every man who walks in. And it turns you on.
“This isn’t a desire for a specific look or for the way someone dresses. A man wearing work boots shouldn’t turn you on, but a man who works hard in his work boots should. You will start to be drawn to the man himself, for what and who he is.
“Not being a driver yourself, you have an outsider’s need to connect to this. You crave this type of masculinity, but not being ‘one of us’ you feel like you are less. And you feel the need to gratify in order to compensate for this disconnect. That’s normal. That’s the mindset you need to bring when you cruise for trucker dick.
“When we are out driving, take it from me that our minds are continually thinking of sex. We have a sexual hunger in need of release. Just like the ‘bater in the shower stall is about to do. You can hear his breathing if you listen hard. He’s about ready to cum. Fuck yeah. There he goes. Hot damn.
“I know you probably wanted to swallow his load, but he didn’t hook up with anyone. Not all drivers are into playing with other guys. In fact the vast majority of drivers don’t play around. Some do—hell many do. You serve a purpose for them. You are there to be a hole for the man to use so he can release that pent up energy. The thing that you need to realize is that you are an instrument—nothing more—to service them by offering an amazing blowjob or an ass to fuck. You are merely a surrogate for their wife or girlfriend. The little interaction outside of that dynamic the better….
“Shh shh, he’s about to leave…. Good, we are in here alone. Put more spit on my cock. When you service the cock of a hardworking man, you have to realize you are servicing the whole man. You should treat him like he is everything to you, knowing full well that you are just a hole to fuck. You need to adapt to his way of getting off. If he wants a slow blow job, or a brutal skull fuck, you do your best to comply. If he wants you to lick his shitter, you gladly do it. If he wants to breed your ass, make sure it is clean and lubed up ready to go. If you understand his primal needs, you will get what you need. And if no opportunity presents itself, you have all this time spent in a room filled with testosterone. To jack off to the men doing their daily manly things all night is way more of a turn on than waiting to watch a guy through a peep hole.
“…You hear those footsteps in the background? Those are some heavy work boots walking this way. Ok, start blowing me. There is no other sound that turns me on like that. Heavy work boots here go with big working men, big sweaty hyper-masculine men. When a man with big heavy work boots takes the stall next to me, I always glance under to look at his shadow. Sometimes you can see the shadow of a big cock as he’s ready to unleash a heavy torrent of piss into the toilet bowl. No other sight and sound gets me to cum as quickly.
“Shh shh. Don’t stop what you are doing. He’s at the urinal across from us. He’s fucking huge. There’s no mistaking the sound of his piss. He’s glancing over this way.
“Now it’s time for you to perform. All the way down. Gag on it…. Oh man!
“…I see you peeping through. You can stand out there or you can come in here and watch up close. There’s plenty of room in here. I don’t mind, and this boy certainly doesn’t. Yeah, c’mon in.
“You just looking to watch? Or do you need to drain your balls in one of the boy’s holes? No, he’s not my son, just a boy that I have had my eyes on for some time. He’s really giving some great head. His ass is open. Go ahead and tap it. He knows this is why he’s here. This is his purpose. He lives to serve men.”
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