Truckn’

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“TRUCKIN”I’ve seen him several times before in some greasy spoon or truck stop in the middle of nowhere America. We must haul similar routes up and down the dusty desert highways. It has been at least two weeks since the last time I saw him. He is now sitting at the end of the bar in a small and filthy diner in a Utah town off the back roads. Twenty minutes later he is standing three feet in front of me paying for his diesel at the counter. This is as close as I’ve ever been to him. He collects his change and is gone.I’m a truck driver for a private freight line out of Montana. I spend my days running everything you could think of down to Texas and back. I have to deal with a lot of lonely days and even lonelier nights out on the road, but the pay is good. Of course there is a lot of sex for the taking when you breeze through these little towns. The local girls, or boys, are more than ready for a little action to break up their dull lives. I prefer the men out here. They are men, masculine, sweaty, and a little rough. Definitely not the pansies you find in the bigger cities. You know, the pretty boys with the hair products and the fancy clothes. The problem is real men are hard to find. I’ve been running into Jerry here and there for the last six months, …

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Tom at the Pool

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I had recently lost weight. In my desire to keep the weight off, I decided to start swimming each morning. The indoor city pool was right next to where I worked so it was the logical choice.I enjoyed doing laps each morning and like so many of the guys who regularly swam there, looked pretty good in my Speedo. The pool was a regulation Olympic size pool and the morning swim had standard divider ropes to create the various lanes for different levels of swimmers. I usually swam in the middle lane being neither an Olympic-grade lap swimmer, nor a novice at this form of exercise. Almost every morning, there was a guy who swam in the lane to my left. He was in better shape than me and a better lap swimmer, but I sure enjoyed scoping him out as he out-paced me on each lap.I knew his name was Tom. He was about my height, light brown/blond hair cut close. He was in excellent shape but not buffed or ripped. His body was absolutely beautiful. He was broad in the shoulders and had a narrow waist; what we call on line, “a swimmer’s build.” He had an easy smile and a gentle laugh that he didn’t use often enough.While I enjoyed the exercise in the pool, I have to admit I enjoyed the locker room more – for entirely different reasons.The locker room was standard fare with rows of small lockers facing wooden benches anchored to the painted cement …

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Ryan

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“Ryan”Ryan looked good today. A white t-shirt stretched over him hanging just low enough not to expose the band of his underwear above the waist of his low riding, baggie carpenter pants. A ball cap covered his buzzed, bleached out hair. Bright blue eyes and a sexy smile adorned his face, a tight three-inch goatee sprouting from his chin gave him a rebel look. His deep voice resonated in the small apartment as he talked. We were at a friends hanging out and drinking beer. I tried to keep from staring at Ryan, but it was hard. He is not the type I usually go for and I couldn’t explain why I was so attracted to him. I had been since first meeting him a year ago. He’s a sexy guy. He’s straight so I’ve never directly hit on him. I have teased him a few times about hooking up. He takes in stride. I know he has never had a gay experience before so I’m careful not to offend him.When it was time for our friend to leave for work we were in no condition to drive. She told us to stay at her place until she returned five hours later. Not having any alternative we stayed. The beer only lasted another hour. Not being able to drive and without a liquor store nearby we decided to raid Rachel’s cabinets in hope of finding a bottle. It took no time to locate a couple bottles of whiskey. We crashed on …

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“You’d Better”

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I saw him around the party a couple of times throughout the night. Raul, a tall, caramel skinned Puerto Rican football jock from my high school was at a college party. When we finally got up close, I introduced myself and I was glad he recognized me and was happy to see me. He yoked me up in welcome. He was one of those guys who were stronger than they thought. He hid evidence of athleticism and strength underneath his form fitting Lacoste polo shirt. At a glance I noticed a chiseled waist, an intimidating bulge that necessitated a wide stance; muscular thighs; explosive looking calves; strong ankles and well-arched, thick feet. We exchanged our new phone numbers and promised to catch up sometime and to have fun throughout the night! At first I couldn’t stop thinking about him as he talked to a few girls, roughhoused with his boys. As he got more and more drunk, the clothes naturally came off. Everyone was like that- it was a good party. When I saw that the line to the bathroom had died down, I took my opportunity to piss. I whipped my member out and, being a little drunk, felt it was okay to play with it a little as I thought about the fine girls at the party, Raul, and what he’d probably do to them. Suddenly, I heard a brief hard knock behind me and turned around. It …

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Charming chocolate fellow licking his own weenie head

A charming black fellow does some fantastic posing on his king-size bed getting naked and taking some seductive positions to demonstrate his curly armpits, brawny hands and perfectly shaped ass. He spreads his round buttocks, arches his back like a gorgeous black cat and then shows some great agility pulling his legs up and behind his head and reaching forward to lick and suck his yummy weenie. Ain’t that your gay dream coming true?

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A Day at the Beach

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I had just turned 19. I am five foot 11 and weigh 145 pounds. I have brown hair and have a very hairless body except the head and genital areas. I hate to brag but I have a nice chest and abs and this is not from constant working out. I stay in good shape by working outside. I also like to sun myself and enjoy being outside in the summer months and keep my skin nice and tan. I obviously am proud of my body and like to show off. I love it when people watch me when I show skin. I love going to the beach and sunning myself or playing volleyball or catching frisbees. Swimming is cool also and pretty much I love the feel of the sun on my bare skin and wearing skimpy clothes while at the beach. The beach environment is the greatest. Most times when I go to the beach I wear an orange and gold Speedo. It is a little small on me but I like the way it hugs my body and shows off all my contours. My Speedo is awesome but I wanted something a little more daring. A few days ago I bought a cool swim thong on eBay. It is orange with some graphics on it. It has a super thin elastic waistband. The elastic band that connects the front with the back is also very thin. I purposely bought an extra small thong and it has a super …

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