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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Pretty quickly the events of last night have faded into history. I’ve made it to my first drop and I’m now into the rhythm of my daily job. I feel an awful lot more relaxed today though. Perhaps I’m more than just a lorry driver slaving hours and hours to take money home for what feels like an increasingly ungrateful family?
Here’s the strange thing though. I’m noticing that people are treating me differently. Was the Polish woman at my last drop friendly? Maybe even a little flirty? I know it’s hot, but there seems more legs on show in cars too. Or maybe I’m just more aware and less uptight as, to coin a phrase, I’ve ‘eased springs’.
By eleven I’ve stopped at a services, stripped off all my bedding and put it through the washing machines. As I sit with a coffee watching it tumble I reflect that tonight I’m going to need a full nights sleep. I’m wondering where I’ll stay tonight but think back to the fridge unit last night and decide that it won’t be at services. I’ll find a quiet lay-by and go there.
I put the bedding on and set off on the drive. I’ll now drive for about four hours straight, pull into a services, take a shower, and then drive the final hour or so, parking up in my chosen lay-by.
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I’m ready for the shower, but there’s a bit of a queue. I stand and chat with the other guys. Moan about our companies, twats on the road and then most just fall into looking at their phones. I follow suit.
‘Where are you?’
‘M6. Just stopped for a shower. How are you? How’s your day been?’
‘Photo. You wanking in shower.’
‘I’m sorry, that’s not for me’
‘Goodbye’
I stare at my phone. The bloke behind taps me on the shoulder. One of the showers has come free and I hadn’t noticed.
I strip quickly and leap under the scalding water. I’m sure on hot days they crank up the temperatures. There is no temperature control on this one and I engage in the battle of trying to get the fucker to stay on long enough to get properly wet before lathering up.
I manage to balance my phone on the small sink and take a photo of me lathered up and pulling on my semi hard cock. I send the photo, rinse off, dry and complete the second daily battle of pulling on a shirt over a slightly damp torso.
I check WhatsApp and the photo hasn’t been opened. I move on.
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The lay-by was quiet and set back. It’s very well hidden and rarely does anyone else use it. I stop, get out for a stretch and wee before opening the back doors to show I’m empty if there are any passing thieves.
I put dinner in the microwave and settle back.
‘Picture. Pathetic’ I look at my phone. This really isn’t my game. I’m not a sub, dom or any of that.
‘I’m sorry, but I’m not into all that. Thanks for the fun last night, bizarre as it was, but that’s as far as it goes.’
I sat watching the world go past (the odd squirrel and magpie!) until dark before pulling my curtains and climbing into the nice clean bed.
I start thinking about last night and start to play with myself. I’m rock hard, but the urgency to cum isn’t as strong as last night and I know I can luxuriate in my play. I play a little, relax, let the hard on subside and then start again. There’s no rush.
My phone pings. It’s X. I don’t know her name so saved as X on my phone.
She’s sent a photo of her in the shower, playing with herself. ‘Sorry’ said the message. I send a smiley emoji back.
‘What are you doing’
‘Wanking over your photo now!’
‘Lol’
I hear a car pull up and see some red lights through the chink in my curtains. Hmmmm. It’s either a courting couple or thieves. I move to the seat, pulling on some clothes in case I need to get out. I open the curtains a bit further to see. The cab is in darkness so I’m confident they can’t make me out.
The car turns its lights off and just sits there. I can see a glow from a phone, but that’s all.
I’m carrying on the conversation with X and told her about the car.
‘Maybe they’re doggers?’
‘There’s just one I think’
‘Keep me posted!’
Another car pulls up.
‘You might be right!’
The door opens and a tall guy wearing a very short, tartan, skirt gets out. The first car opens and a smaller guy gets out. They both look at the lorry and I wonder if they’ve seen me. If so, they don’t seem to care.
The smaller guy gets to his knees and lifts the tartan skirt.
‘What’s happening?’
‘I don’t really know! I can’t see. It’s too dark’
I put the red cab lights on very low and open the curtain. They both look up at me, but don’t seem bothered.
‘Perhaps they want to put on a show?’
‘Shall I put the sidelights on?’
‘Go on!’
I do and see the tall man flash a huge grin. The small man seemed to have no problem, and didn’t remove the huge cock from his mouth.
The tall guy took the back of his head and started to fuck his face. At first slowly and then building up pace.
I can see spit foaming at the side of his mouth from the force. He’s gagging and tears run from his eyes. The taller man picks up the force a bit more. His rhythm is now a little ragged before he rams the smaller man’s head onto his cock, tenses and comes heavily. The small man gags violently before flopping to the ground, gasping. I feel a little shocked.
The tall man smiles at me, tucks his deflating cock into his knickers, straightens his skirt and gets back in the car.
I get out to help the small guy up.
‘You ok?’
‘Fuck, yes’ he says with a smile before jumping in his car and leaving.
‘Come on!!! Tell me what’s happening!!!’ asks X
I tell her and say I’m a little shocked at the brutality.
‘Behave!! That’s fucking hot!’ she replies. |
