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Long haul (or OTR: Over The Road) truck drivers are one of those iconic masculine gay sex figures, like bikers, cops or military men. They're blue collar guys who spend long stretches away from home, making them sexually frustrated enough to try sex with guys. Or that's how it works in the pornos. Much like the police or the military, there have always been gay truckers, but they've often felt the need to be very discreet. A lot of people in the industry come from rural or small town conservative backgrounds. So it's generally easier for gay and bi drivers to keep things on the downlow and not make waves. And that can make it challenging for outsiders who'd like to get into the sleeper berth and the pants of a trucker. So here are some tips and things to consider: Cruising For Truckers Growlr and Scruff. Your best bet is to get an Android or iPhone smartphone so you can use these apps (Grindr is much less popular with drivers). Many if not most gay and bi drivers will cruise here because of how easy it is to locate potential hookups near your current location. This is also by far the safest method of cruising. Other cruising sites. These are of less value because updating location information is usually a hassle. BBRT works great for people who travel once or twice a year. It's not so good for people who are in a different place every night. Still, you will run into some drivers who use regular sites, especially if they're for a specialized kink. Some truckers do also post Craigslist ads if they know they're going to be parking in a particular city for a bit. CB Radio. This is the traditional cruising method unique to truckers and their fans. The problem is that CB is an open broadcast, meaning that your conversations are insecure. You don't know who's listening. And while only bi and gay truckers are using gay apps, all truckers know what a "good buddy" is and how they operate on the CB. So be cautious when arranging a hookup this way. Arcades and Porn Theaters. In many parts of the US, you'll find adult stores in the middle of nowhere right off the interstate highway. Likewise, it's reasonably common to find them within walking distance of a truck stop. Most have parking for semis available. Cruise there as you normally would (i.e. as long as your spending money and not having sex out in the open, you're probably fine). It's often easier to hook up with a trucker in the arcade and then get invited to hop in his sleeper. Rest Area Cruising. Nowhere near as prevalent as it used to be, due to increased security and law enforcement. Be extremely subtle, have a good reason to be hanging out in the rest area and do not engage in public sex. Climb in the cab instead. Truck Stop Cruising. Also problematic, due to heightened security and lots of activity around the clock. Basically, you need to resurrect the lost art of cruising. Look like you fit in. Make and hold eye contact. Strike up a conversation. If you're lucky, you'll get an invitation into the cab. Never ever knock on the door of a truck without prior arrangements. Restroom cruising. In the wake of Larry Craig, everyone knows what tapping your foot means. Generally too dangerous. More information about cruising truckers is here. Getting in the Cab You've got to get to where we are. Parking for our trucks and trailers is mostly limited to truck stops, rest areas, and a few other places like Wal-Mart parking lots. Moreover, once we park for the day, the regulations are set up to encourage us to stay parked until we're ready to move on. In addition, many drivers prefer not to leave their trucks unattended for too long. The net result is that we're usually hosting. We stay out of major cities as much as possible. Especially older, east coast cities with tight corners and low bridges. Going after truckers is actually one area where rural gay people have an advantage over those in the cities. In major cities, the truck stops tend to be located well out on the exurban fringe where land is cheap and crime is less of a problem. City dwellers without cars may not be able to get to us at all. However, along the rural stretches of the interstates, there are all kinds of places to park, meaning that when I am in your area, you can probably get to me fairly easily. We have very little control over where we're going to go next. This applies especially to company drivers, who basically go wherever the company tells them to. Independents may have some more flexibility, but in general, truckers have to go where the freight goes, not necessarily where the sex is. I probably can't take you with me. Traveling with a truck driver (perhaps in exchange for sex?) is a nice fantasy that comes up from time to time, but the reality is that most companies have strict ridealong policies limiting passengers to immediate family members. Independent owner-operators will have more flexibility here, since they can do whatever they damn well please with their own truck. Even if we're nearby, we can't always hook up. On-time delivery is the most important part of the job. Our driving and sleeping schedules are regulated by the government. This means that margins are sometimes tight, and we don't have time (or energy) for sex. If we're ready to play, move quickly. Remember, we're often under the gun as far as time is concerned, and we may need to get enough sleep in to drive 600+ miles the next day. So the window for playing can be small. If I'm looking and ready to go now, you want to be climbing in my truck ASAP, otherwise, you may miss the opportunity. Relationships and friendships are hard to maintain. Don't be insulted if I seem to be blowing you off. I've received interest from guys all over the country, most of whom I will probably park near at some point. But sheer numbers dictates that I'll only be able to maintain some kind of long distance friendship with a few of you. And even that's going to be tenuous, since we'll rarely see each other. In other words, this is probably just going to be casual sex. Truck Driver Reality I hope you like your guys big. Unlike porn, where truckers have gorgeous gym-sculpted bodies and carefully trimmed body hair with tasteful tattoos, in reality obesity, diabetes and high blood pressure are the three biggest health problems in the industry. The reasons are obvious: we sit all day driving up to 11 hours; the food in the truck stops is abysmally unhealthy; opportunities for exercise are few and far between. Don't count on us being freshly showered. I typically get a chance to shower about once every second or third day. While I can do quick rinses with washclothes and baby wipes in between, truck drivers can often have a bit of a funk about them. On the other hand, if I've got time to get laid, I've probably got time to hit the shower too. Still, personal hygiene can often be a little uneven. If we bottom, don't expect porn star levels of cleanliness down below. I have used the private truck stop showers to make sure my ass is good and clean and ready for action before. But I have a limited amount of time to use them. After that, I've only got public men's rooms. In other words, I'll do the best I can with the facilities I have to be clean before you fuck me. But sometimes, shit happens. A little understanding will help me with the embarrassment factor immensely. And I will have wet wipes and towels on hand to clean up any mess. No drugs or alcohol, but most of us smoke. DUI laws are especially harsh on truck drivers, as you'd expect for someone managing 40+ tons down the highway. One hot UA or blood alcohol test pretty much ends our career. So if you indulge, even if it's legal in your state, it's better to leave it at home. On the other hand, a lot of drivers smoke cigarettes. If smoking's a problem for you, best to clarify that in advance.

I thought I'd post a few stories about some of the fun times I've had over the years. This is from the late '90s, while I was on active duty in the Army and stationed just across the Potomac from Washington DC. And I should also point out I was still testing negative at this time. Southeast DC was not one of the touristy areas. That's where the Navy Yard and Fort McNair were. Aside from that, it could be kind of sketchy, cheaper housing, light industrial and commercial space. Not far from the Navy Yard, there was a remarkable street, where in the space of one block there was a bathhouse, and a bar that featured male strippers. I went to the bath now and then, when I could afford a room and liked it much more than the much cleaner and more pretentious place up off Dupont Circle. I never cared much for strippers...look but don't touch ain't my style. But there was also the incredibly named "Glorious Health" club as well, aka the "Glory Hole". The Glory Hole was my first introduction to an arcade / porn theater setup. I'd never visited them before. But a review I'd read before moving to DC hinted that this might be my kind of place: dirty and sleazy, yes, but also with men who had the kind of sexual attitude I liked best. I can't remember the cost to get in, but it was reasonable. There was only a small area up front that sold porn and a few toys. In the back was the interesting part. First there was a small gay porn theater that only rarely had any occupants. Passing through this, you got to the arcade. It was nothing but maybe 8 or 10 booths with doors you could hook shut of varying sizes. The larger ones had wooden benches, like a bathhouse room but without the mattress or sheets. The smaller were just cubicles, most with at least one glory hole to its neighbor. And one such cubicle might have been built for me. I'd walk through the place, looking very obviously like a soldier, with my high and tight and clean shaven looks. I was in my late 20s, and in good shape. I could max out my Army Physical Fitness Test. I also had the confidence that came with rank (I was a sergeant at that point). I'd take a look at the other guys (a mix of gay tourists, maybe another military man, and a healthy mix of locals, mostly black). Then I went to my cubicle, assuming it was unoccupied. I'd go in and lock the door. I'd drop my jeans. On one side of the cube, my ass would go right up to one glory hole. And then, if I bent over at the waist, my mouth was perfectly lined up with the hole on the opposite side. This was the best part...while I enjoyed sucking the cocks that appeared in front of my mouth, I really loved getting plowed through the other hole. It was totally, totally anonymous sex. I had no idea who was fucking me, not his age, not his race, not his appearance, nothing. All I did was reach back to ensure he wasn't wearing a condom and to guide him into my ass. And I'd ride his cock til I felt him cum inside me and then withdraw. I have no idea why I find getting bred anonymously to be so hot. I always have. As wonderful as it is to enjoy a handsome man, to look in his eye was he fucks you, to talk to him and get to know him before and after sex, there is something so utterly perfect in the simplicity of anonymous sex: it strips everything down to the barest of essentials. After that first cock and load, I'd stay for a while longer. I'd return to giving the cock in my mouth the attention it deserved (I've never been good at sucking cock while I get fucked...my mind can't concentrate on cocksucking while my ass is sending waves of pleasure over my entire body). But really, I'd be waiting for more. And usually I got it. Another cock...different size and shape so a different anonymous man...would eventually appear at my ass. I'd back on to it, in heaven at the feeling. The first load I'd taken would help lube the way for the second cock. And I'd ride that one too until I got my reward. Typically, I'd be getting a little tired of my position after three or four cocks had bred me. I'd be hot and sweaty in that little room. And my knees and legs would be getting tired. I'd regretfully stand up and pull up my jeans and walk out again, not talking to anyone. Sometimes I'd sit and rest in the porn theater for a bit, my cock in my hand, hard as a rock more from the fucking I'd taken than the porn on the screen, and the cum slowly leaking out of my ass and making a growing wet spot on my pants. Other times, I'd find a likely bottom and take him into a bigger stall. I preferred fucking guys where I could get a good hold on them and give it to them a little rough. Gloryholes put the bottom in control of the fucking...in general I find that when I top through one, I just push my cock through as far as I can and let the bottom ride me. I like more control than that when I top. Sometimes I'd walk the hall, back to the little maze area in the rear...this was another good place to get fucked...nice and dark and with the added benefit that other guys could watch me having sex. Looking back, I don't really remember a time that I didn't have a good time there. I could generally count on getting at least a couple loads up my ass. And while the men weren't exactly the hottest guys out there in DC, they had exactly the right attitude. They were there to fuck and get fucked, suck and get sucked. And there wasn't any attitude or people looking down at you for being there for sex. It was refreshingly honest, and that made for a lot of great sex. I don't think I ever saw anyone use a condom there either. If there was a place that taught me how much more fun you have if you just let yourself go and have fun with a wide range of guys, rather than my preconceived ideas of who was hot and worthy of my ass, this was it. This was the place that took me from being a guy who liked bareback sex to a real raw sex pig. The old place is gone now, torn down as part of a redevelopment effort and the gentrification of the surrounding neighborhoods. I understand it's moved to a new location. I have no idea if the same spirit is there or not. I hope it is. We pigs need those dark, dirty, sleazy spaces where men can be real men and fuck like the animals we are.

last friday my best friend told me we needed to talk. I went to his house, he was crying, his partner of 12 years has told him that same day he was poz. It wasn't a matter of being unfaithful, they used to play together with other guys, but they always played safe and always together, they believe. Matters where worst cause my best friend is a full bottom and his partner was a full top. My friends was scare I try to comfort him and I told him he had all my support. On my way home I only had one thing in my mind, my best friend partner being poz, he has a huge fat cock, I have seen pics in his profiles. I was hard imagining him fucking me raw and taking that poz load from a newly detected guy. I knew there are risk, no meds, probably a high viral load, but i wanted him to breed me so bad. so I called him and told him we needed to talk and invite him to come over my house. We have never fuck before, not even seen him naked in person . I believe my best friend and him always played together and i will never fuck with my best friend he is like a brother to me. He was a tall chubby white cuban guy about 45. I was very anxious those 30 minutes he took to get home felt eternal. As soon as I hear him knocking the door i jump in the shower, got wet , jump right out , put only my white boxers and a small towel to dry my chest and hair opened the door. The boxers had turned clear and they got wet and i felt completely naked. I hug him and kiss him in the lips and smile, i could tell he was sad and his eyer where red of crying. I grabbed his hand and took him to my bedroom. I was already hard i sat him on my bed, he took his shoes off and I sat next to him. I could tell he wanted to talk but words didn't come out of his mouth. I notice him looking at my hard dick. I told him we didn't have to talk if he didn't feel like talking. I knew it was a hard time and i wanted him to know he had a friend in me. He just said "how Am I going to have sex with anyone again, no body will want to be with me anymore" I knew that was my one and only chance, he was vulnerable and sad I had to take advantage if i wanted my load. I told him there where guys who didn't care if anyone is poz or neg, like me for example. He asked me if I would let a guy fuck me knowing he was poz and I reply " sure, why not". ...and I kiss him, I had to, I felt his mouth opening his warm tongue inside me. I felt his hands grabbing my ass, pulling my boxers down. I put his pants down while he took his shirt off. I sucked his nipples and his fat 8 inch cock. I knew he was mine I could tell, very few times I have seen a guy so horny. I knew in his watery eyes he wanted to fuck really bad. I turned around showing him my ass, he fingered me and rimmed my ass. He had the thickest saliva i have ever felt. He enjoy spitting and bitting my ass. "I havent fuck in two week, you got condoms?", in the drawer I reply, lying of course I haven't bought condoms in more than 2 years. He looked for them only found the lube. "fuck, you got no condoms left, i really need to fuck" I could tell he wanted to fuck, not me, anyone, any hole, he just wanted to use a hole that night, he didn't care if it was me his boyfriend, me or any other guy. He sat in bed and started to jerk off. I kiss him again, while kissing him i spread my legs and ass and gently sat on hit fat bare cock. He said no but i told him it was ok i was going to be careful. he was crying while I moved up and down his bare cock, enjoying every inch. I saw his hands grabbing hard the fitted sheet."stop, i´m about to cum, i haven't fuck in weeks I'm very sensitive" he said I stopped, he said don't move or I´ll shoot my load inside you I look at him and his eyes i could tell he was scare and horny at the same time he wanted so much to give me that load as he wanted so much not to give it to me. He coded his eyes and i started to move up and down again, i could only hear him said "stop" over and over but to late i hear him scream and i felt a warm load inside me, I cum at the same moment, i shoot so hard it get in his face. I told you i wasn't scare of a poz guy fucking me i told him in the ear. He smiled He stayed that night and we fucked all night, 4 loads in total, and by the way he is not a total top cause he took two of mine.