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There's a picnic area on I-40 where lots of truckers tend to pull
in for the night, row upon row of tractor trailers. Most with the
engines running because it was a cold night. It being a so cold, I
didn't expect to find much action. Most of the time the guys I fooled
around with there were other civilians, not truckers. But, every once
in a while I did get lucky and get a driver.
I pulled in, lit a
cigarette and got out of the car to take a piss. I knew that would give
the truckers a chance to get a look at me.
As I zipped up and turned to get back in the truck, I noticed a
trucker had turned his interior lights on and was watching me.
Knowing that most drivers tend to do some work with the light on before turning
in, such as logging their hours, I didn't do much except look.
At first I couldn't see much, he had his running lights on, and the
light was reflecting off the windows so I couldn't see in. Pretty soon
the running lights were shut off and I had a clear view inside the cab.
I noticed that he was reading a magazine, and then would look up at me
watching him every once in a while. Normally, I like having very clear
signals from truckers. The last thing I want to do is to fuck with some
straight redneck who wants to beat up a faggot. Luckily, as far as
cruising truckers goes, I am somewhat of a big bear, 6'2" hairy and
bearded. I think I look like a lot of the drivers out there, and that
tends to reassure them a bit And knowing most truckers drive with some
sort of weapon for protection, I try very hard not to be annoying.
Not getting any obvious signal, I decided to be bold and take a walk
over to his cab. Casually strolling by, so as not to piss him off if he
wasn't looking for something. As I got to his drivers side door, I
noticed that his window was down. Kind of unusual since it was 15
degrees that night. He said, "Hey there!" I said, "Hey." Couldn't
come up with anything more brilliant at the moment.
It was hard to talk over the rumble of his engine. I almost had to
yell to get him to hear me, and yelling was one of the last things I
wanted to do in a picnic area full of truckers. He mentioned it was a
hell of a cold night, and I agreed. The he asked if I wanted to get out
of the wind, and he popped open the door of the cab.
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