twice before moving down to my thighs and finally calves.

I grabbed the soap out of his hand and returned the favor, starting with his calves and working my way up. I rubbed the soap all over his cock and balls before working my way around to his tight hairy ass. I worked my way back up to his chest before we embraced into a long, passionate kiss. We both rinsed off under the stream of hot water before getting out and hopping onto the bed without even drying off.

He sprawled backwards and I put my lips around his hard cock. I took his whole length into my throat and worked on him slowly and steadily. His head was leaned back against the mattress, his eyes closed. I gently sucked up and down for a few more minutes before He sat up and flipped me around onto my back. He tongued my balls first all over before working his way back up to my rock hard dick. He licked up and down the shaft before finally taking all of me into his hot throat. “Fuuuck!” I shouted, kind of loud.

He twisted around and we started a 69. I wasn’t long before I had accidentally shouted something else at the top of my lungs. Suddenly, there was a loud “thud” and I looked up to see that the door to our room had been practically kicked open. Standing in the doorway was a burly, hairy man, presumably the truck driver staying in the adjacent room. He was wearing an unbuttoned plaid shirt with ripped off sleeves, a greasy pair of torn up jeans, a pair of worn work boots, and a trucker-mesh baseball cap.

“You fuckin’ fags!” he shouted, moving closer to the bed, “I’m over there tryin’ to fuckin’ relax and all I hear is ‘fuuuckk’ and ‘shiiiit’ cuz’ o’ you damn homos over here making so much fuckin’ noise!”

By this point I was in some kind of shock, and I had just frozen with a look of horror on my face. He continued yelling for another few minutes before he grabbed my ankle and pulled me off the bed.

“Suck my dick, you damn fag!” he shouted, unzipping his jeans and dropping them to his ankles. He was wearing a slightly worn jock strap, which was giving off an overpowering masculine scent. I gladly obliged and began licking along the outline of his trucker cock through the jock. He was making all kinds of noise as he pulled his dick out and I began sucking the length of it. My passenger was sitting on the bed watching incredulously. I reached up and rubbed my hands up and down his furry chest and stomach.

“What the fuck is goin’ on in here!” I heard someone shout. The truck driver turned around and looked at the man who had just walked in. He was, by the looks of it, another truck driver. The two slapped hands and my driver explained.

“I caught these fags fuckin’ around and I got this one to suck my dick!” he said, excited. The other one looked at my passenger on the bed before motioning to him. “Get down here!” he said, pulling my passenger toward his crotch. I couldn’t see what was going on, on the other side of the room as my own trucker had started to face-fuck