Erotic gay story inspired by model Austin from Bang Bang Boys. Click to see more!

When I was living in Illinois a few years ago, I would drive into Chicago quite a lot. Usually I'd take the tollway which was loaded with trucks (and truckers). If it was spring or summer, I'd usually wear cut-offs which were easy to slip off. I'd pull up next to some huge semi or oil truck and whip out my dick. I'd usually get some kind of response. Those who weren't interested pulled away, those that were kept pace with my car as I jacked away. Sometimes the truck drivers must have said something over the CB, because I'd have trucks driving up out of nowhere. Usually I'd jack off and let my dick shoot all over my hand just when I was sure someone was watching. Once while pulling on my dick next to a hot looking trucker, he tugged his horn and signaled for me to follow him. I was a little hesitant, but I followed him off the tollway, my dick throbbing in anticipation. He pulled into a forest preserve, and I followed. He parked, and I pulled in next to him. I sat waiting, and he climbed out of his truck. He was dark, Italian-looking, hot and sweating in grubby jeans and an old t-shirt. He looked me over, cocked his head, and climbed back into the truck. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to follow him, but I did. By the time I'd climbed in, he was in the sleeping compartment with his fat uncut dick out and ready. It was a really hot day, so the cab reeked with sweat and man smell. I could've come right then. It didn't take long for both of us to get naked. I dove for his dick and tried to get as much down my throat as possible. I love licking between a man's balls and really getting my nose down there, so I kept him occupied with that for a while, but he was impatient and wanted something else—my ass. He was kind of rough with me which excited me more. He wasn't what you'd call a considerate lover. I knew he was just interested in getting his rocks off in my ass. It didn't take long. About 10 or 15 good long thrusts did it. I didn't come, but I knew I could take care of that later. Nothing was said between us other than the names he'd called me (fucker, cocksucker, faggot, etc.) climbed out of the truck and got in my car. He pulled out first and blew his horn. Guess that was his "thanks".