I realized I stood in Trucker Territory, an exciting, slightly dangerous place that felt just right for the mood. My decision came to finish the smoke...and head back down over the hill. But…just after I stood and flicked away the butt, a rig door opened and a man first leaned out, then stepped to the ground not thirty feet from where I stood. The trucker, beefy, bearded and had a full head of thick hair. Looked to be about five foot nine and clad in fitting jeans, a rock-n-roll t-shirt and. Up the sensation rose slowly, a light touch all the way up to my neck. There, as my shade completed itself, I could feel its warm breath mimic the rhythm of light pressure from its stomach.I lay there in that hazy sleep state and felt the shadow slowly growing firm behind me, pressing its hardening self into me, searching for its goal. As it grew harder so did I, echoing its need, just as it echoed my form. Tentatively it explored, finally finding the tight hole it was looking for. As it. J. had offered a drink to Theron while I was comparing, and as I watched him pour something in a glass my mind began to compare again. I had seen pictures of Theron; I knew R.J. and him were not far off in the size of their cocks. In fact from what I had learned in speaking to Theron for the past two years, they were the same size in length. Both boasting an eight and half inch long cock, though, from my gatherings I assumed Theron was thicker, which scared me a little. I didn't think that. It’s called trust. You’ll have to trust me. If we don’t have that now, then it will never work between us. I’ll be devastated.” Something inside me told me to trust her. So I grabbed her hand, and pulled her close to me. I gave her a soft and quick kiss on her lips, and led her out to the parking lot of our office. We proceeded to go to her place for the afternoon. While there, we had a very long discussion of our feelings towards each other. Both of us agreed that we had something very special.