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  1. PhoenixGeoff
    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.
  2. PhoenixGeoff
    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.
  3. PhoenixGeoff
    Two anecdotes from the road that illustrate what turns me on the most:

    I


    I was sitting in the truck stop diner having some lunch. Contrary to what you may have seen in porn, most truck drivers are not terribly hot. Many are in pretty poor condition, the combination of a sedentary job with a terrible diet. And many wouldn't be all that attractive even if they were in shape.
    This guy was. Most gay guys wouldn't look twice at him. But he was in his early-to-mid thirties. Average height, decent build for a driver (large framed, but not overly big or obese). Decent looking face, but not turn-your-head handsome. Certainly not pretty in the way some gay guys are. Shaggy...he had a beard going and hair he'd let grow out a bit. Unkempt in the way we often are when we've been out on the road for a while.
    And clearly, he'd paid little attention to how he'd dressed. Worn work boots. Old blue jeans, worn without a belt. The back seams had frayed where they'd dropped down low enough for him to step on them. An old, comfortable sweatshirt. An old baseball cap. All in all, dressed with an eye to comfort and not to how he looked. He looked like he didn't give a damn.
    In retrospect, it was the effortlessness of how he looked. Literally, he'd put no effort into his appearance. It was his take-it-or-leave attitude that really got to me.
    Let me explain: most gay men I know will put extraordinary effort into how we look. Whether you're dressing professionally or just heading out to the neighborhood bar, we'll typically put a lot of thought into the image we project. Even if you're deliberately cultivating an "I just threw this together at random" image, it'll still be, well, deliberately cultivated. You're projecting an image.
    I think a lot of this comes from spending our formative years in the closet, where we spend years having to pretend to be something we aren't. The rest comes from learning how to dress to attract the men we like. We think about the kind of thing that will draw their eye. And dress accordingly. We spend hours in the gym perfecting our bodies. Everything about us sometimes seems like artifice.
    This guy was different. He looked like he'd never pretended to be anyone other than himself in his life. And he clearly wasn't interested in attracting any attention. He was who he was, and that, naturalness, that integrity was incredibly sexy, in a way I've never seen a gay guy be sexy.

    II


    I recently had a breakdown with my truck. The main air line from the compressor to the tanks that hold the air under pressure used for braking had worn and was starting to leak. This is serious because if the air pressure drops enough, the parking brakes will automatically engage (so you don't end up in a situation where you're trying to manage an 80,000 pound vehicle down the highway at speed without any brakes at all). The pressure was dropping slowly, but steadily.
    I'd made arrangements to have a mechanic meet me at my delivery. He turned out to be the head of his company's maintenance department (all of his other mechanics were out on other calls). Mid 40s, potbellied, balding and bearded and very friendly. Typical sort of man you might see hanging out at your local bear bar, if he'd been gay (his wife came along on the call but didn't leave his pickup truck). We chatted a bit as he worked and I gave him a little bit of a hand here and there.
    As he got down on the ground and was crawling under my truck, I felt the stirrings of attraction to him. And it struck me what it was I really liked about him.
    This guy really knew his job. He was good at what he did. He'd been in the industry since he was 18. And he still wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. In fact, he seemed happy to have the excuse to get out of the office. Hardworking, competent, and cheerful to be around.
    In my years in the workforce, I've often been struck by how rare what I consider to be basic skills actually are. Basic reading and writing. The ability to show up on time. The ability to actually meet a commitment. Willingness to work, even do physically demanding labor without complaining. Willingness and ability to learn whatever kills are needed to get the job done.
    And maybe it's a symptom of my old age, but more and more, I find those basic attributes incredibly sexy, far more so than that perfect body.

    ***


    So it's basically an old-fashioned guy I want. Not a big head turning. Not a guy with a perfect body. Certainly not one with attitude. Not even one with the big paycheck. Just an ordinary, hardworking, salt-of-the-earth kind of guy.
    Course, a bit of a pig doesn't hurt either.
  4. PhoenixGeoff
    Back in the '90s, when I was in the Army and gas was a lot cheaper, I used to road trip a lot to get away from the closet I lived in on post and indulge my need for man-on-man sex. And I discovered the best part about road tripping is in unexpected fun along the way.
    For one long weekend, I'd decided to head down to New Orleans. I'd heard about the bars there and decided I wanted some of that backroom action. My plan was to drive straight to the bar without stopping, grab a beer and hit the second floor on the Phoenix for some action, then hopefully hook up with a guy who'd take me back to his place for the night so I wouldn't have to pay for a hotel room.
    So, I decided to stop at the last rest area before the city to do a quick washup before I got to the bar, and to change into more appropriate clothes. I stepped up to the urinal to piss and saw fresh graffiti telling me to show hard at the door to the men's room. Well that was something I couldn't resist. My cock quickly sprang to attention as I pulled up my shorts. I stepped out of the building and grabbed at my cock through my shorts, hopefully with enough subtlety that I only attracted the attention of the horny bastard I hoped was out there.
    I stepped around the back of the building and waited. My cock jumped when I heard a car door slam. From the other side of the building stepped a red headed otter, about ten years older than me, rubbing his cock through his jeans. He whispered to me to follow him and led me into the trees at the dark end of the rest area.
    I dropped my shorts and my cock fell out. I started stroking it while looking at him. He grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. Needing no further invitation, I undid his fly (no underwear of course) and pulled out a beautiful thick 8" uncut cock.
    I immediately bent over to start sucking on him. As I worked the head, slipping my tongue under his foreskin and slobbered on his rod, he groaned, "Oh yeah, get me hard and wet". As I sucked him, he reached over and started rubbing his hand in my ass crack. I moaned in anticipation.
    Suddenly, he grabbed and spread my cheeks with both hands. I felt a presence behind me, and heard someone spit. I felt the stranger's cock head rubbing up against my hole. I had no clue who he was but I knew I needed him in me. He grunted in surprise as I pushed back on to him and wrapped my ass around his raw cock. But he recovered quickly and started fucking my ass as the otter fucked my face.
    It wasn't long before I felt the stranger thrusting deep and filling me with his warm load. A few more thrusts and he pulled out. The otter kept me busy sucking his cock, so I never did see who that stranger was who'd just cum in my ass.
    Finally, the redhead couldn't take it any more and spun me around and shoved his cock into my asshole. Between all of my spit on his cock and the cum in my ass, I was well lubed. He drove that cock into me aggressively, but I just begged for more. Soon I felt him deep inside, with his thick cock swelling as his load flooded into my guts.
    After squeezing out the last drop in me, he pulled out. My ass felt warm and wet and I struggled to keep all of the cum in me. Again I bent over to suck his cock, now covered in cum from two men from my ass. I greedily licked him clean, savoring the taste of my well-fucked ass.
    Then with a "Thanks man", he buttoned up his jeans and walked away. I pulled up my shorts over my throbbing hard cock and leaking ass and decided I was ready for the backroom. I walked to my car and drove on into the city.
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