My interest in cruising truckers and rest areas began when I was in junior college.....that was in Little Rock,Arkansas back in 1967. I had already turned 21,but was still a virgin.....I always rode my bike all over the place;didn't cost nothin' and I enjoyed giving my muscular body a work out from riding to school and back every day.

I was interested in trucks because my family was truckers,but not my dad. He had gone in the service and got some education on the GI bill,and was in management at a plant nearby. He bragged how he made more money than the rest of his brothers who drive.

I liked to look at the rigs in a truck terminal near the main road,so I would ride out and just watch them for hours backing in and out of the docks and hooking up,etc.

A couple of the truckers were friendly and showed me what the trucks was like inside and even gave me a tour of the terminal.

One afternoon(on my birthday),I was peddling home and saw a big truck sitting in the parking lot of a small rest area on our two lane highway. It was just idling and no driver around.

I looked it over,then went to get a drink from the water fountain,then decided to go take a leak.

I'd left the bike by a tree when I looked at the truck,and walked over the grass to the outhouse. You know Arkansas had rustic outhouses until the seventies. It was one with the concrete urinal in a corner of the unroofed section of the building. Some were like that. The sit down toilet was inside,but there was a fenced area,you walked in like a maze and there was the big concrete urinal in the corner of the fence,another inside with a bowl;there was no door.

I had sneakers on and no one heard me I guess, when I turned the corner I saw a big,big bear of a man in profile standing there facing the doorway of the outhouse. He was holding on the frame of the door and squirming his ass. Then he saw me and jumped back. As he did I could plainly see his thick hard dick and balls sticking out of his fly all wet with spit.

He seemed scared for a minute then gave a grin and winked at me.

"Shit,you scared the shit outa me!" he drawled in a southern accent that I loved.

I didn't know if I should run or not. I was transfixed to the spot with curiosity, fright, amazement and shock.....but he made no motion towards me or to stop what he was doing. He grinned and stood there looking at me real sexy,then spoke to the man inside who I still hadn't seen except ofr hands that were around the truckdriver's legs holding on to him. The truckdriver had his shirt open and pulled back so his massive furry chest showed proudly. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen! It was so incredibly hairy and so was his hard belly.

The man inside muttered something.

"Just another dick for you when you get through with mine. He's A-okay;get back to work,it was just startin' to feel good. I been wantin' my peter sucked all week. Keep goin' an' I'll feed ya a real big man's load!"

The head popped out and looked at me,then he leaned back inside and pulled the trucker's legs apart again. I assumed he was sitting on his haunches or the edge of the pot. The trucker was tall and had a full thick beard. He must have been in his fourties,dark auburn haired and handsome as God himself. He was kind of scruffy like he'd been driving a long time,probably from the west.

He stood there letting the man suck him. He kept looking at me and winking,then would pull back so I could see his wet shaft as it went in and out of the bobbing head's mouth. He kept talking to the man but looked right into my eyes as he did.

"Suck my rod! That's it,real deep. Lick my balls.....lick my balls and play with my ass," he urged. He'd stop and step away now and then and let it cool.

He looked at me and stroked himself and smiled as he shook his thick long cock at me and skinned it back a few times and pointed it at the man's open mouth before him. He was really enjoying it! The way he looked,it had to be good.

"I sure like to get my tool sucked," he said softly to the man,but looked me right in the eyes again. He had almost a foggy look in his eyes.

I watched in awe for a few more minutes before he spoke to me directly.

"Take yours out," he said. "Let me see what you got."

I was shy. He had to ask me a few times,but I finally did. I was hard as a rock and I knew why. It excited me beyond anything I had ever seen,as I watched him get his boner sucked. I had jerked off a lot,but that was the only sexual experience I'd ever had.

He looked at my throbbing boner and nodded,and licked his lips.

"Pretty big for your age ain't you?" he said making me feel proud. "Bet you'll want your peter sucked,too. Huh? Is that why you come here son?"

I just shrugged. He grinned and winked again,then the big truckdriver stood on his toes and scouted over the fence,then unfastened his belt and unbuttoned the top button on his loose fitting pants. He dropped his pants and boxer shorts to his knees and turned around and leaned over. He had a luxuriously hairy,muscular ass and strong furry legs.

"Do what you did the other time," he said to the cocksucker on the pot. "Lick out my honey pot."

I saw hands come out,spread the handsome trucker's ass and he pushed his face between the man's delicious looking asscheeks and began to lick and really slurp,to my amazed excitement. The big trucker groaned and cocked his legs to spread his ass better as the tongue lapped away at his honey pot. The truckdriver reached back and spread his cheeks with his hands and groaned again as he rolled his eyes and lifted his face to the sky with pleasure.

The trucker waved me over and took my hand and put it on his cock. I held it awkwardly.

"Jerk me off while he tongue-fucks me," he whispered as the toilet man rimmed him noisily.

I felt his thick pulsing cock all wet and sticky with spit and then his balls. I could smell his nuts-they smelled sweet,like cum. The hair around his balls and cock fascinated me. It was long and bushy, not like my lite dickhairs. He put his hand on mine and gave me the stroke he wanted.

I felt the long wet foreskin slide up and down over his hard shaft,and felt my own prick jump with excitement. Everything about this beargod excited me more than anything. He was,after all,my hero. He was a REAL TRUCKDRIVER!

Then the virile trucker stood up and turned around and pointed it at me. "Want to taste it?" he asked. "Want a taste of my big ol' horse dick?"

The thought of sucking my hero's manhood and giving him pleasure was too much for my inexperienced libido,and my adrenaline shot through my veins almost knocking me off my feet. I shook my head,feeling overwhelmed with these new feelings of pure exhilerating manlust.

He faced the cocksucker again and fed his beautiful hard rod to him,stripping the skin back,exposing the purple plum head,and shoving it into his hungry throat,and began to throat-fuck.

"Eat my dick!" he demanded to the cocksucker. "Choke on it! Go on an' choke on my big fat fuckstick! Take it all! Get it! It's gettin' close,you're makin' it feel real good. I'm gettin' close;don't quit now!"

I was standing there looking down at the man on his haunches. He had a hard-on,and he was wearing a work shirt from the plant where my dad worked. It said "Dick" on the name tag. He was really working on that shaft. He kept sucking but he stared up into my eyes with a look I can almost see now. The look of a man not just a cocksucker;but a cock WORSHIPER. He had that look in his eyes that bore right into mine. I could kind of feel that he was gloating over what he had in his throat and I didn't. I could sense that he knew I was envious of what he was doing;what he was sucking on;and knew that I'd always wish I had known at the time,what he was doing was something I'd always crave later in life,just like he did. It would never be just a cock,not just any ol' dick,but the fine cock of a certain type of man;and I'd be more than just a cocksucker. Little did I know then,but he'd be right! I still remember his look and still try to emulate the way I know now he was feeling,as h! e brought one of the sweetest pleasures known,to that big handsome trucker with his mouth and throat. The look was one of pure rapture! He was enjoying what he was doing,as much as the man he was doing it to. His look was almost hypnotizing!

"My peter sure is needin' relief," the truckdriver said shaking his head slowly from side to side. "Wants it real bad!"

He pushed the cocksucker's head way down and drove every inch down his throat until the cocksucker's face was down in his hairy crotch. He released him but he stayed a moment before choking a few times,then coming up and getting air.

"Shoot!" the truckdriver comlained. "You damn near got it! Get back on that peter and don't stop this time!"

The head bobbed again and this time the truckdriver started to jack his hips to meet the downward thrust fo the cocksucker's head.

"You got it! You got it!" the big bearstud grunted between his teeth.

"I'm goin',I'm goin'! Yeahhh...don't quit on me now! Yeah! That's it! Right on the edge now! Yyeeeaaaahhhhh!!! Just keep yore tongue lickin' right there,easy! Oh,yeah! Just keep me right on the edge here,fucker! Oohhh!! Jeezuz,that's nice! OOHH,OHH....OHHHH....OHHH.YEAH! OKAY! OKAY,NOW HERE IT COMES!!!! HERE IT COOOOMMMMMEEESSSSS!!!!!"

I watched in fascination as my hero unloaded his cargo. The big truckerman put his hand on my neck and kind of stroked me,and then pulled me to his furry sweaty belly and started to jack his hips real hard, as his manpits filled the air with his wonderful manscent that drove me wild with lust. He sucked air through his teeth in big hissing sounds,and then, throwing his head to the sky,he let out a roar as his big gun exploded load after load after load of thick ropey,syrupy manjuice down th cocksucker's throat,on his mustache and on his goatee;who all the while was jerking himself frantically,and shooting his jizz spray all over the trucker's shoe.......

After it was all over,my hero pulled up his pants and wiped his cock,then the spit wet crack of his hairy ass,on a bandana.

He pointed his rod at me again. It was going soft.

"Kiss it and I'll kiss yours," he said hopefully.

I hesitated. He had a pleading look on his handsome sweaty face.

"Can I ride in your truck?" I asked suddenly.

He hesitated a moment and nodded. "Just a little bit," he said. "Not too far."

I leaned down suddenly and kissed it,in lust with this manstud,but then he put his big furry hand on my neck again and held me and skinned his meat and pushed it in my mouth. I was in heaven! I was sure when he milked it I must have tasted some of his sperm as it was a strange starchy taste and it clung on to my tongue and lips.

Then he released me,but I didn't move off him, wanting to keep tasting my hero's delicious manhood for as long as I could. He grinned that sexy grin of his and milked his semi-hard for me all he could as I licked and sucked his head and tried to get my tongue into his piss slit.

Finally he pulled away and dropped to his knees and sucked me for my very first time. His hot mouth almost made me faint. I felt his tongue and his wonderful whiskered face on my smooth belly. His smell and his firm but gentle masculinity made my mind spin. Soon I began shaking all over and it seemed impossible to breathe,as his hot tongue and mouth did magical mysterious things to my inexperienced manhood. Soon I felt that familiar tingling racing through my nuts and up my rod and then down to my ashole,before exploding up my spine and detonating blinding fireworks in my brain. My raging ramrod exploded load after load of my young mansperm down the throat of the most beautiful bearman I have ever seen to this day. He grunted in appreciation and slurped loudly as I spurted my spray into him,pumping down the last of my cargo down my hero's throat.

He laughed as he watched me collapse from the mind blowing,gut wrenching orgasm he'd given me,and held me in his arms as I gasped for air.....

Then it seemed over in a flash.

The man on the pot looked astonished. The truckerstud gave me my very first kiss right there, right on the lips. And he didn't just kiss me,he put his tongue in my mouth with my cum still on his lips,and licked my tongue,while his bushy mustache tickled up inside my nose.

It was either at that moment or maybe the moment we climbed into the cab of his rig and I smelled his man-taint all over the interior of the truck,that I became a Truckhawk. The smells of tobacco, diesel, cigars,mansweat and sweet ripe manpits burned like a hot branding iron into my brain! Nobody can describe it unless you know for yourself.

We drove the short three miles to the edge of town,with my bike in the back of his rig. Then he pulled over and stopped.

"I hope you won't tell anyone about what happened," he said. "People might not understand.....But gettin' yore peter sucked shore feels good,don't it?"

I nodded excitedly. I reached over and stroked his rippling muscular arm,then he put it around me and hugged me close,the wonderful scent of his manpit filling me with tranquility and peacefulness;my hero kissed me one last hard man-to-man kiss. I was swallowed up in his big muscular arms as he hugged me so tight and whisker-rubbed my cheek with his.

"Did you really like it,son?" he asked. I felt something happen in my chest-a warmth I never felt before...

"Oh sir,yes! It was great! God,it sure felt good!" I said,all excited again. "Can we do it again?"

He laughed and grabbed my hands and put them on his tits. I held my hands still,feeling the sweaty heat of his beargod chest muscles.

"You know what these are for?" he looked me deep in my eyes again.

"Nipples?" I asked not comprehending his question.

"Gently pinch and twist on 'em," he said with a deep husk in his voice.

I did so and his muscular body jerked with sudden pleasure and he got that foggy look in his eyes again. Then he reached up under my t-shirt and touched the tips of my own nipples and rubbed his rough calloused fingers lightly across them. The jolt I felt seemed to explode in my chest and then race directly to my unexpecting crotch,to make my adolescent cock squirm and spring to rock hardness. I know now he was delighting in the intense and lightning quick way my young muscular manbody was responding to his every move. And all I could do was try to maintain consciousness,my heart was pounding so hard in excitement,I was sure I would faint in my hero's arms and miss out on his attentions.

He grunted and I could hear his breathing becoming deep and raspy,and I could see the outline of his thick round cock again in his pants.

"I always wished I had me a son like you,I could love and play with like this;and teach how to be a real man...not afraid of nothin'," he whispered in my ear,as I continued twisting his nipples for him. They had gotten hard and stiff and longer,which amazed and excited me all over.

I turned my face deeper and further into his manpit and kept inhaling deep breaths. He saw what I was doing and pulled his arm out of his shirtsleeve to give me full access to his pit.

"You can taste it,son" he whispered,gently urging me into the valley of his hairy powerpit of manhood. He didn't need to ask twice. I dove into his wonderful studpit and began making myself right at home. I knew by his trembling muscles that I was giving him extreme pleasure from licking and chewing his taint out of his manbush,his musk soaking all into my mustache and beard;but the taste of my hero's most treasured pitliquer sent me into orbit,and my aching boner blasted another wad all inside my pants and I hadn't even touched myself!

He laughed again and said "Damn! Ain't you my little stud!" and rubbed his wonderful beard all over my face this time,covering me with light kisses,while I struggled to gasp for air.

"I'm sorry,sir. I can't help it!!" I gasped.

"Don't EVER feel sorry about bein' a man!" he said gently,as he grazed his bushy mustache across my ear sending shivers of pure pleasure down my neck and spine...

"Wish I could stick around,son,but I'm late now. Sorry to see you go,but you must." He looked me deep in the eyes again,with a look of concern and caring that I'd never seen on my own dad's face.

"Thanks for the ride,sir!" I blurted nervously. "I gotta go back to my house. Hope I see you again sometimes."

"I'll watch for you," he smiled and winked,and I now saw a look on his face of loving approval. "You're gonna be a good one,lil' stud! Watch yore step gettin' out. Hang on tight when you get down."

I climbed out and lifted my bike out of the back of his rig.

He waved and smiled,then let out the clutch and began rolling down the road,going through the gears and picking up speed...

When I rode past the outhouse,I stopped for a drink at the water fountain,but the man that was sucking cock was standing there and he started to laugh. "Bet that was your first time." Then seeing the wet spot in my crotch,he grinned. "You're still wet behind the ears!" he laughed at me again.

I jumped back on my bike and took off like my ass'd catched on fire.......

But after a few days I was back..........