ever laid my eyes on. Just as I stood up to go outside he ran back to his rig and was gone.

The following week I pulled up to a truck stop outside of Mohab and there it is. Jerry’s’ rig is a refer, painted blood red with chrome along its flanks. A hot truck for a hot guy is what pops into my thoughts. I park as fast as I can and head inside to look for Jerry. I have to make contact this time. I can’t bear the thought of another night of whacking myself silly with his image in my head. I don’t see him at first so I walk back to where the restrooms are. As I make the corner by the pay phone I almost knock him over. He’s using the phone in a hushed voice. I curse myself and go into the john. I tell myself I’m nuts for chasing after this guy. For all I know he’s straight. I’m not bad looking for thirty-three. I’m in good shape, tall, muscular, white boy with light brown hair and blue eyes. I’ve never had any trouble getting any guy I wanted, even a few straight ones. So I figure Jerry isn’t out of reach. I want his big dick and low hanging balls against my heavy hitters and eight inches of thick meat. I walk out of the toilet and he’s standing there looking right at me. For a moment I’m lost. I didn’t expect him to be there. I just smiled and said how’s it going‘. He looks me right in the eye and replies in a deep voice that he’s much better now that he finally caught up with me. He’s been chasing me for weeks, so why don’t we cut the crap, grab a six-pack, a room, and get naked.

Twenty minutes later I’m sitting on a sagging motel bed chugging cheap beer. Jerry, standing at the foot of the bed, strips off his t-shirt, then his work boots, socks and belt. I gulp my beer and stare as he unbuttons his 501’s, one button at a time slowly revealing the well worn white jock strap he has on underneath. I was so overwhelmed with the situation I hadn’t noticed the absence of the usual outlines of his manhood between his legs. I was mesmerized as he let the denim fall to the floor before kicking them aside.

His intense black eyes bore into mine as he stood before me, offered up like an ancient god. He slowly starts to rub his hand back and forth over the growing bulge in his jock. The pouch could barely contain the nine inches of thick meat inside. I take in every inch of this man I have wanted for so long, lingering on his perfect torso, covered with long straight black hair. Trails of it snake its way across and up the cuts of his six-pack and over his broad chest, almost hiding the large dark nipples now hard with lust.

I set aside my beer and stand before him. I get my boots and socks off and throw them in the corner of the room. Looking right back at him I slowly peel off my t-shirt, letting him get a long look at my hard, hairless chest, before letting my jeans hit the floor. I’m left with only my black boxer briefs; a clear outline of a rapidly growing cock is obvious. The look in his eyes running over my body shows his appreciation of my time spent working