Lorry Driver

I grew up in Norfolk, England, and after leaving college I regularly started hitch hiking into Norwich to pass the time and to watch bands play and it was during these trips I had my first real gay experiences. On one occasion a driver asked me what I would do if he told me he was gay and my response to him was that I would jump out of the car. Not sure why I said this but I remember being pretty scared and out of my comfort zone. He told me to calm down and dropped me off at the next corner. This was miles from anywhere so I had great difficulty getting another lift. After then I began to fantasise what might have happened if I had said something different such as 'I think I am gay' so by the next time I had such a situation I had jerked myself dry on more than one occasion in bed at night alone at my parent's home.

It happened one day mid week hitching a lift from Norwich. This time he was a lorry driver, a short bald man wearing a boiler suit that was unbuttoned down so his hairy taut belly was on full show. He shouted over the sound of the lorry where he was going and that suited me fine as the journey went past where I wished to go. The lorry cabin had a bed behind the seats and it looked like he had slept there for some days on the road as the bed was unmade and clothes, some toiletries and magazines were scattered about. We had barely travelled a few miles when he suggested I check out some magazines in a rack in front of me. The first was a standard ‘top shelf’ mag, the second was my first experience of straight hard core porn.

I couldn’t believe I was looking at a hard cock inside a wet hairy pussy concluding with a picture of the guy unloading his cum all over her pussy and belly. The driver asked me if I was hard and I told him I wasn’t - which was of course a lie; by now I was rock hard. He told me to check out another mag hidden behind others in the rack. This mag was smaller, older and the photographs were in black and white. It showed two guys chatting by a fireside who then in subsequent shots were kissing, undressing, sucking each other’s cocks and fucking each other ending with cum in one guy’s mouth and the other unloading over the other’s cock and balls. I was stunned as I had never seen anything like this before except in my jerk off dreams. The driver took a sharp left into a lay-by, stopped the engine and told me to get in the back of the cab. This wasn’t a polite request.

I complied and got into the back of the cab where he told me to strip off all my clothes. He unbuttoned the rest of the boiler suit and was quickly kneeling in front of me with an erection I had never seen the likes of before. It wasn’t long but was thick and hairy with a large shiny cock head which appeared as he pulled back the foreskin and jerked off. It had a large vein along the side but the most memorable aspect was that it had an air of history to it, of knowing what it wanted and had been in these situations a thousand times. Cocks like that have turned me on ever since.

He reached out and held my cock in his dirty hand, which by now was almost deflated. He told me to suck him so I bent down and got close to his manhood. The smell was powerful and close up it was scary. I licked it and he made an angry gesture with his hand and pushed it into my mouth and told me to suck it like a man. I played with it in my mouth but didn’t really have a clue. He became angry, which was possibly for show as it was obvious I was completely inexperienced, and he pushed me away on to the bed taking my shrivelled cock into his mouth. I felt a wave of sensation that I had never felt before as he began sucking and licking my cock head and at the same time telling me what to do when it was my turn again and instantly I was rock hard. He rolled my cock around his mouth and I could feel his warm breath on my cock head and the bristles of his unshaven face.

He could tell I was near to cumming so he stopped and pushed me on to my back and at the same time lifting my legs and pulling them apart. He put his head back to my crotch but this time began licking my arse. This I hadn’t expected and began to feel inexperience once more. He lent over me and picked up a bottle of Vaseline for lubrication, dipped his finger into the pot and then applied it to my hole and some to his cock head and shaft and then pushed a finger inside me. I wasn’t ready for this and felt completely out of my depth but he wasn’t doing this for me. After pushing one finger and then two in and out of my hole he lifted my legs and positioned himself on top of me. I could feel his cock against my arse and tightened myself in the hope he wouldn’t be able to go any further. He slapped my arse so hard and so suddenly that I lost self control and with that he pushed his cock inside me.

The sensation was unbearable. It felt I was on fire. I asked him to stop and I know I had started to whimper and later I would cry out but this seemed to have the opposite effect that I wanted. This turned him on even more, adding more Vaseline to his cock shaft and pushed inside me again. My stomach churned, I wanted to throw up. Then he stopped and leant against my face and told me to lick his nipples, bite them, then harder and before I realised what was happening his cock was moving backwards and forwards inside me with greater ease. The intense pain was gone but now I felt numb. No pain, nothing. He then proceeded to fuck me. He fucked me long and slow, fast and hard, ramming his cock into me constantly telling me what a dirty little fucker I was, telling me to bite his hairy nipples harder, lick them, kiss them, and play with them. The numbness had left me. Hell this felt so good.

He brought my legs over his shoulders and then pounded me, in, out, in and out, faster and faster. This wasn’t about me at all. I was insignificant and my needs mattered nothing but the truth was that I was loving it. This man just wanted to fuck hard. After a series of fast fucks his face changed expression, became redder and he began to convulse and I could feel his cock unloading inside me. I could actually feel him pumping his cum inside me. His cum was hot and plentiful and I could feel it begin to dribble out of me as he immediately pulled his cock out of me after cumming. My own cock was limp and so was I.

That didn’t bother him much as he had done what he wanted and cleaned himself with a hand towel. Afterwards he told me to dress and as I did he got back to the driver’s seat and started the engine. We hardly spoke for the rest of the journey and he dropped me off where I needed and he lifted his arm to say goodbye and possibly to say thanks. I’ll never know. I walked the short distance home feeling his cum dribble out of my hole. I was exited in a way I had never previously experienced and jerked myself off as soon as I could and licked the cum off my hand that had dripped out of me

This event which took place some 30 years ago and has been the source of much jerking off and I find myself always wanting older guys who have cocks with history, guys who know what they want and how to get it. Younger guys do nothing for me. Was I raped that day? I don’t think so as I have since realised I am gay and frankly I loved it. It was a hard way to find out the truth so maybe I should be grateful. I would love to do it all again and again and again.