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Me and Jay as kids

Post date: 2006-04-10

Would love to tell you my cherry-pop in OKC with my buddy


Me and my friend Jay rode with my retired grandfather on a few local state runs, never really knowing the OTR life. Gramps was playing poker in the motel with some buddies he met at the attached bar - me and Jay went goofing around the neighborhood, heading back to the truck stop for pinball and junk food. Somehow, we were both seduced by the hot guys coming and going in the shower area. One guy invited us back to take a look see, where we both discovered what glory holes were, watching a hot dinasaur-dicked black cock getting sucked off by this cowboy-type driver. So friggin' hot!!! - We both boned up and wanted to try this on each other somewhere. We both beat off together at some porno mags, so stroking was no big deal, but this was more and more exciting. We went to bed in the same motel bed, hard and hot all night, grabbing and holding to each other while Gramps slept. When he went to breakfast alone, we jerked each other off and we shot all over the place. Gramps left us at the motel for another few hours as he went to load up so we could return home. Jay and me practically flew to the rest stop and started to hang around some of the parked trucks that still had some late sleepers. This one guy, cannot remember his name, but porno-style 70's dude with sexy trimmed sideburns talked us into his cab and started to tour his cab-over. I remember the eight track tapes that fell over the floorboard when the guys tongue was going up my ass, getting me ready for that thick one he had. Jay kept daring me, promising to never tell and me saying only if he did too. The guy was probably in heaven having two young virgin holes to plug. It hurt so much but he used his spit and some vaseline to slide it in and out really good. It was thick like a hammer handle and veiny. I came almost immediately, not knowing what a prostate was and what his finger was tickling. Jay was licking my dickhead as i was riding that thing up and down. My dickhead kept going soft and hard, soft and hard, but when the driver went the deepest i ever felt, i shot it all over Jay's face and neck. The driver pulled Jay over and slammed it in him so hard that Jay was crying, i think, but he was almost prepared 'cause he was fingering his own hole, wanting it like i was enjoying it. Jay's dick was bigger than i had ever seen it and hard as marble, begging me to lick it and taste it. So, i sucked it good, qualifying as my first official cock sucking that counts as a load blow. I swallowed it all the way and never ever have tasted such a beautiful treat like that, ever. One of the things i miss about adulthood is when way back then everyone was able to enjoy those 'unsafe' endeavors. Jay said the driver came in him so when we got back to our room, we cleaned each other up and I fingered Jay's hole which was red and sore and still dripping of hot goo. We lubed ourselves up and put on brave faces as we were sore as hell.

This is all absolutely true. I loved this kid like my brother, trusting him to anything, never betraying anything personal or private and vice versa. We were high school buddies with girlfriends and secret jock boyfriends, finding all the Oklahoma glory holes and older gentlemen who enjoyed the company of youth. We rendevous'd in the eighties and parts of the nineties, managing to never letting labels get attached to us. (Someone should tell of their Brokeback Roadway experiences!!!)

This was wonderful. In that cab-over, we both experienced something that was ground-breaking. We discovered what cockrings are, saw a dildo in real life, were both penetrated and luckily not used and abused. Yeah we were underage, but we were looking for it and got lucky. The guy wasn't even a creep or a perve, just a good-natured man-loving-man who hopefully is still around reading this and can log on and enter his version. No matter where I am, when I see an older cabover, I throw a woodie and think of this and altered versions.

 

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