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Road Journal 07032025
Had to drive into the heart of Texas recently. There was no shortage of truckers on the roads. I wanted to roll down my windows and forsake gas mileage and the 100-degree weather just to catch a whiff of the diesel fumes in the air. But my balls could only get so sweaty before they left a stain in the seat, so I cranked up the a/c, instead. I wondered how many truckers drove by as they jacked off, looking for relief.
The gas gauge read one quarter tank left, so I pulled into a random gas station / travel center that wasn't buzzing with four-wheeler traffic. (I like these because I prefer to avoid the ones full of families, screaming kids, and everything that doesn't trigger the boner.) Maybe it was the time of day, the day of the week, I don't know. But there were minimal cars and a whole bunch of big trucks.
With visions of truckers dancing in my head, I got out of the car and headed inside to pay for fuel. I thought I'd pick up a few road snacks and maybe try to find some on-the-spot truckers to munch on. Sadly, the place had cameras everywhere. So much for cruising at the coffee station or doing some suggestive crotch-grabbing at the coolers. Disappointed, I limped towards the bathrooms hoping for a better setup. Stealth mode engaged, I quickly glanced at the trucker shower doors to see if any were cracked open. No luck, either. (In my imagination, there's always a trucker who leaves the door cracked open, inviting me to join him for a private shower and/or romp. Ridiculous, I know, but it's MY imagination!)
When I got to the men's bathroom, I was sad to see it had been designed by some homophobe asshole who went out of his way to gay-proof the place so that guys like me couldn't start any shit in there. Here's what I mean:
- Each stall was made of metal (so no chance of glory holes)
- The walls between stalls went all the way down to the floor (so no foot-tapping or other activity)
- The front door of each stall went all the way down to the floor for maximum privacy.
After I paid for fuel and for a hot dog and snacks, I went back to my car and sat there frustrated, disillusioned and horny. Fuck it. If I can't touch the truckers, at least I could drool over them as they made their way towards the bathrooms. After I fueled up, I parked at the edge of the parking lot facing all the big trucks. It was a great view! I could see all the truckers leave their trucks, then make their way towards the building next to me.
Right away, my mind started imagining how each of these truckers looked like with their cock sticking out of their pants or cutoffs. I thought of deepthroating my hot dog as truckers walked by my car, but then realized it was not a good idea. With my luck, I'd probably piss off a straight homophobic trucker carrying a concealed handgun.
There was a steady parade of truckers who made their way past me. Not all of them were the typically "hot trucker" types, but most of them showed some very promising crotch bulges. (A guy can dream.) I left that place disappointed, but with plenty of jackoff fantasy material to last me for a while. Sometimes that's all you get.



