The length of the trip isn't a surprise. The sheer boredom of the trip isn't really a surprise either. I'd taken this trip at least thirty times, back and forth. I leave from Kenosha, WI at about 7pm, drive all night and find myself in Rapid City, SD at a bit before 8am their time. The trip on I-90 isn't just boring. It's mind-numbingly boring. My family...
I can't believe what I've become. Six months ago I was your run-of-the-mill middle-aged husband and father, a boring, suburban guy with a nice house, a good job, a bad golf game, and a hard-on for the neighbor's teenage daughter. Actually, not much of that has changed other than what gives me a hard-on these days; no longer is it the seventeen year old next...
Sorry this has taken me so long, everyone. I hope you enjoy! More to "come".... * Baseball season came and went in a blur. Between road games, home games, trying to keep my grades up, and fooling around with Chad and a few other guys, I was exhausted most of the time. Luckily, Chad was as competitive as anyone I had ever known so he helped me keep on track...
We were tooling down the highway in the early evening at a pretty good clip in my BMW Z4 Roadster when Perry started to get frisky. Perry was this hulking blond roommate of mine who also was on the football team, but who was a couple of years older than I was and played first-string tailback. I'd just started college this year and was still warming the bench...
Scott and Terry became frequent visitors to my apartment. They often came together and on occasion alone. Last night I had just gone to bed and I heard the front door open (by now I had given them their own keys) and Scott & Terry's whispering voices. They sounded like they were a bit drunk. I sat up in bed as they walked into my bedroom and started unfast...
I was on my way to Chicago driving out to visit graduate school friends. It was about 7:00 pm and snowing heavily. A minivan going far too fast changed lanes without using their turn signal cutting me off, causing me to swerve hitting the guardrails in the center of the highway, damaging the front driver side of my Jeep. I called the Police. After the very...
I had two weeks of vacation and planned to enjoy my time off with a canoe trip through Minnesota's Boundary Waters. My girlfriend couldn't get away from work, so I was on my own. I loaded the truck with my fishing gear, tied the canoe on top and left Portland late Sunday night. By Monday afternoon, I was flying down State Highway 20 in the middle-of-fucking-...
It took me a while to realise I'd been standing motionless in the open cubicle for several minutes, simply letting the encounter replay behind my defocused eyes. That really had just happened. I'd sucked a hot stud of a trucker and swallowed his load. Wow. At last, I stepped over tiles splattered with cum and spit and I left the cubicle. The toilets were a...
During my years of exploring the world, and getting my rocks off in as many different ways, and places, as possible, the first time I enjoyed a sex romp at a highway rest area was back in the mid-nineties. I had been returning to Austin, Texas, for my senior year at the university when the need for a bathroom stop got the better of me. Too much McDonald's dr...
Having fed on my cock and ass inside his truck cab, the trucker had let out a howl I was sure could be heard all over the rest stop. "Man that was good. That's one tasty cock and ass you've got, Dude," he exclaimed. I pulled my leg from around his back, turned around, moved over and above him, and straddled his lap, between him and the steering wheel. This...