Interstate 79 Rest Area (Part 1)

By: Bob Backgrounder: I was a licensed engineer in the Philippines back when I was still living there. I migrated to Canada some 20-odd ...

By: Bob

Backgrounder: I was a licensed engineer in the Philippines back when I was still living there. I migrated to Canada some 20-odd years ago together with my family. We transplanted ourselves here and fortunately, succeeded and prospered. I now work in a telecommunications company here in Toronto who does contract jobs with multiple government agencies and other telecom giants here in the GTA. I am Jim at isa akong design engineer sa company namin and as part of the job, I always travel. Be it in-province project, out-of-province consultations and many times, to the good ol’ US of A. At during one of these trips nangyari ang ibabahagi ko sa inyo ngayon.

“Hon, wag mo kalimutan ang passport mo baka hindi ka makatawid sa border” paalala ng esmi ko. Alas 6 ng umaga noon at paalis na ako. “Yep, andito na. Pero teka yung cellphone ko nasa side table pa pala sa kwarto. Pakikuha naman please, thanks Hon”, ang sagot ko. Pumasok siya pabalik sa kwarto naming para kunin ang phone ko. Pagbalik niya, iniabot niya sa akion ang phone and then kissed me goodbye. “Ingat ka sa byahe, labya”, wika nya. “Labya” ang sagot ko naman.

9 hours ang drive from my place to Hagerstown, MD. A city about 20 minutes away from Washinton, DC where all the meetings and consultations will be taking place tomorrow. Hindi cheap ang company namin, ha. I usually travel by plane, lalo na kung in-Canada and trip. Pero somehow, kung ang destination ko ay PA,MD, NY, NJ or MA mas gusto kong mag-drive. Convenient naman kasing magdrive sa mga freeways leading to these states kaya hindi nakakapagod and lalong hindi boring kasi may secret activity akong ginagawa. Ano yung? You’ll see.

So there I went, I drove and for the next 9 hours, that’s will I be doing. So about 1 and ½ hours later I crossed the border to the US. I pulled out my phone and dialed my fuck-buddy’s number. He lives in Baltimore and we always meet up whenever I was in town. “Hello, pare. Saan ka na?”, as he opened the convo. “I-90 na, just passed the border. Siguro around 4-5 pm ang ETA ko. Ikaw na bahala.” Was my response. Alam na namin an aming mga rituals when we meet. Since I prefer to drive hindi sagot ng company ang expenses outside the itinerary ng trip. So Ako ang nagbo-book ng first night and the night/s after ng business if ever I decided to stay longer than the official trip. Which is almost always the case. So Jhun (that’s his name btw), will check-in just before my ETA (we know the front desk people, we’ve been doing this for years), get the keys, leave a copy for me and head to the room to take a shower and prep up.

After more hours of driving I merged to I-79 S. Eto na ang paborito kong part ng trip. I loosened by belt, unhooked and unzipped my pants and pulled it and my brief down to just above my knees and started jerking off. My target audience? The truck drivers. If you want to have an idea kung paano ko ito ginagawa click on the link. That’s me on one of my escapades, /jerking-for-trucker-on-highway. So there I went, I jerked off at pag may nakita akong tractor trailer ay tatabihan ko and continue on jerking. Iba ang feeling mga pare, kakalibog talaga kung alam mong may nanood sa iyo. Risky but what can I do, I’ve been doing this for years, addict na ako. Kung nagpakita ng interest, sige lang ang jakol ko. Kung hindi naman ay iiwan ko and go on to the next truck ahead.

So ayun patuloy ang hunting for a papable truck driver. Mangilan-ngilan din driver ang nakakita sa tarugo ko. Some weren’t interested but quite many were. Some even honked their horns at lalong nakakapagpalibog sa akin. Hanggang sa meron akong nakitang isa pang truck sa bandang unahan. So I accelerated, left the trailer behind, who’s taking a video of me jacking by the way, and speed up to the next trailer. Tigas pa rin ang tarugo ko noong nag-equalize ang speed ko sa tabi nung bagong driver. I have to tell you this, everytime na ginanawa ko ito hindi ko nakikita ang mukha ng mga drivers and the same thing, hindi nila nakikita ang mukha ko. Kasi mababa ang kotse ang mataas ang trucks. So nahaharangan ng car roof ang upper body ko at ang nakikita lang nila ay from my waist down.

Jakol jakol lang ako at talaga naming libog na ako. Nagkataon naman na yung van sa harap ko ay nag-slow down ng konti so I have to slow down too. Making the truck on my right pass me. Di ba may malalaking side view mirrors ang mga trucks? With those mirrors nakita ko ang mukha ng driver at nakatingin din siya sa akin (with the help of the mirror). Aba, mga ate, ang cute niya. Hindi siya yung typical truck driver. Bata pa siya at malakas ang dating. I cant tell his body built kasi nga sa salamin lang ako nakatingin at mukha lang hanggang dibdib ang nakikita. We all know that most truck drivers have beer bellies, right? So I don’t know about this guy, who knows. I’m not even sure kung talagang cute siya, again kasi sa salamin lang ang basehan ko. So to be sure I cooked up a plan. A while ago I saw a signage saying that the next rest area is about 63 miles. So I made a quick calculations, siguro I drove around 20-30 kms so it must be coming up in about 45 more mi. Pero habang nae-excite ako sa possible na mangyari, I saw another signage saying “TRUCK STOP IN 2 MI”. Hindi humihinto sa mga ganitong lugar ang kotse kasi normally trucks lang ang humihinto dito. Hindi naman bawal pero kasi toilet at shower lang ang available dito unlike sa rest area, may washroom na may mga resto at information center pa. So that means konti lang ang tao, mostly drivers. Haaay, salamat sa diyosa ng mga bakla at binigyan ako ng pagkakataon.

So nag-overtake ako sa kanya and then switched lanes at medyo nag preno ng konti, with the intention of making him go slower as well. Noong nakita ko na ang exit sign to the truck stop, nag-signal light ako habang nakatingin sa rear view mirror ko kung magsi-signal din siya. Aba hindi siya nag-signal. Nanlumo ako kasi hindi ko maisasakatuparan ang balak ko. Pero dahil sa libog I decided to go ahead. Maybe there are other drivers there who want to play. So I carefully exited and head to the truck stop. I looked at my rear view mirror to have my last glimpse of the cute driver. Haaaaaaay, nakasunod siya without turning his signal light on.