I've always been a horny one, always willing to try new things, but never in my wildest fantasies, have I ever thought about piss until... well read on and you'll see where I'm going with this. My sex life has always been normal... vanilla (considering that some consider sex between men as abnormal), the usual fucking (with dicks), sucking, kissing; more romance than sleaze. I cruised rest area and parks looking for cocks to suck. Some nights, I would chat on the net, call phone sex lines, then beat off.

One night at the rest area, I met up with this older dude in the bathroom. Standing at the urinal with a my hard dick poking outta my jeans, I waited for action. Soon, this trucker walks up next to me and pulls out this fat uncut pecker. The older dude stands back so he could show me, as he pulled back the skin to pee. Watching his piss flood the urinal got my cock even harder. When he was done, the trucker shook his meat and stuffed it back into his stained briefs. As he walked out, he winked at me over his shoulder.

Following him out the toilet, I watched hop back into his rig. Usually I never suck off drivers, because they are on the road for a days at a time and never get to shower. That was then...

Thinking about his big, fat uncut cock and wanting to suck it, I got into my car and drove up next to his truck. The deserted lot signaled I was in the right place at the right time. The door on the passenger side was open. That sign was all I needed. The door opened wider and I hopped up and inside the cab.

The driver was naked, except for the dirty briefs, about fifty, and covered with fur. A huge bulge protruded from his underwear. He leaned back, his arms behind his head, showing off hairy pits. The fur was like a magnet and I leaned in and began licking them. The stale, rankness was intoxicating. I usually never do anything like this, but the animal in me took over. Growling commands to lick his foul smelling body, he grabbed my head with huge mitts and pushed my face into them.

He drew my head into them, and growling commands to lick his foul smelling body. My fingers played with the fur-covered nipples and the trucker growled as he ordered to me lick, then bite them.

"Suck my tits, man. Harder. Yeah. Bite ‘em. Use your teeth. Chew like a man, goddammit!"

He knew I was addicted, his hands pushing hard against my head.

"Like all that fur, don’t ya? " The man’s hands, rough and calloused pulled me down his chest as I lapped and swallowed wiry bits of hair and sweat from the road. "Yeah, man... lower... Clean my belly. That’s a good boy. Smell my crotch."

The acrid smell rose up from his dirty briefs. I could smell piss and old cum. At first, I recoiled from the odor, but he pulled me back harder and tight against his groin. His thick cock pulsed against my chin and I no longer cared about the smell.

All I wanted was his cock and willing to take it anyway offered. I licked at the bulge, tasting the stained fabric. I drooled, wetting them with passionate desire.

"Put your tongue in there," he said and I slipped it into the opening, stretched and baggy, he probably hadn’t changed underwear in days. My teeth tore at the waistband and out popped the fattest dick I’d ever seen. His crotch hair was black and thick, tickling my nose and driving me wild. His skin covered head bounced against my lips, and my tongue slid into the skin. The head mushroomed and my mouth filled with smega from his cheesy, man-scented dick. The taste was out of this world and I swallowed it all. Until then, I never thought a dirty cock could taste so good.

"Eat it all, buddy. Don’t be a pussy. This is a man’s dick," he groaned loudly. All salami and cheese. Eat it, man!"

Thick beads of saps mixed with his slime and I knew his load would not be far behind. I was right. He erupted hot and thick, cursing me as his cum hit the back of my throat. His sweat filled the cab, the scent of a man assaulting my nostrils, and salty cum filling my belly. This would be one head job, I could never forget and my mouth swallowed him whole and deep.

"Beat your meat for me," he commanded. "I got more for ya. Beat that cock!"

Keeping him tight in my mouth, I pulled out cock and beat it to hell. I gurgled and moaned as my sap rose to the head. I was closed and aching for release.

My mouth tasted salt, then warm drops of liquid. A stream of piss spurted into my throat, hotter than his cum. The trucker shot another warm flow down my throat. I exploded and my jizz shot upwards, splattering my shirt in hot gobs. His cock became a fucking fountain of piss that I swallowed greedily as I shot another wad, my dick jerking and bouncing streams of sticky, thick spooge.

I drained him, licking at every remaining drop.

"No time for small talk," he said gruffly. "You best be going." He reached over me and pushed the door open. "See ya around. Thanks, man."

The whole ride home, I could taste and smell his odor. His hair in my teeth, my belly full of the truckers’ cum and piss, I was a new man. Like ice cream, sex came in flavors other than vanilla, and I wanted to taste them all.

You could say, that has become my mission in life.