A Gay Man's thoughts . If you do not like nude pictures whether they be artsy or graphic please leave. The rest of you enjoy.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Men
For the Trucker, whatever He may drive, Peterbuilt, Ford... Whatever He may see. Or whenever he may work on his truck, or who pumps His gas. Have a great day.
The guy in the Peterbilt tank top - that pic has been in circulation for at least ten years, and has always been a favorite. That body, that cock....mmmmm.
Truckers still rock my world- I have a gay friend who's a gay truckers--oh the stories.... As for the pics-- second to last has my cock's attention! WOOF!
Thanks much for the salute Ray, all these guys are fuckin HOT, had to pull over and stop the truck. Like to take a nice long drive with any and all of 'em.
The guy on the left in the last row stopped his pickup to let me hitch a ride. But instead of going where he said he was going he turned down a dirt road and ended up in a trailer park, where he cut the motor and parked. We're home, he said, "Get the fuck out; we're going inside." He lost no time dropping his jeans and i stripped too. Within moments he was all over me on the rank sheets of his unmade bed. He lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders. Then he mounted me and rammed his cock deep inside my pussy ass. He was rough, really rough, from beginning to end, but by the end I knew I was gonna stay and keep his trailer for him, cook his dinners and breakfasts, pack his lunches, and look forward to his return from work each day.
The lovemaking through the night was fabulous. But the thing that turned me on so much that I knew I would stay as long as he wanted me was that in the morning he went outside to the iron pipe frame of an old swing set and did pull ups. When he started I thought he'd do maybe ten, twenty if he was really into it. But I kept counting and he kept pulling up, those gigantic biceps bulging and glistening with sweat. he just kept doing them and I kept counting: twenty, forty, fifty and still he went on. Eighty ninety, a hundred, but he wasn't stopping. One hundred twenty-five, and still going. He was sweating really hard and slowing down when he got to one hundred forty, but still he strained and pulled his chin to the bar. Finally at one hundred fifty he reached his limit and stopped, dropping to the ground.
I thought our sex was finished after I had given him a wake-up blow job. but now, dripping with sweat he came to me and covered me on the bed. He held me close and very tight and I realized he could squeeze the breath right out of me if he chose to do so. What happened was that he rubbed my face and neck with his day old stubble and then mounted me and fucked me hard. His sweat trickled all over me and ran off onto the fetid sheets. And this was just his before-work routine.
When he came home in the afternoon he showed me how he could perform when he had been working all day and thinking about how good some hot sex could be. What can I say? Life in a trailer park will outdo a Manhattan apartment any day of the week. He's made me a happy hausfrau, and even happier when he brings home a buddy or two and they all enjoy me.
Needless to say, I never got to where I thought I was hitching a ride to. Come to think of it, i can't even remember where that was.......
very hot, ray. just an observation, that blond in the last row (next to last pic) is morphed though, those arms are way too big to be real. i love blonds though.
The dude on the left, bottom row, is my idea of really choice rough trade. I want to hitch a ride in his rattly old pickup.
ReplyDeleteThe guy in the Peterbilt tank top - that pic has been in circulation for at least ten years, and has always been a favorite. That body, that cock....mmmmm.
ReplyDeleteI love a good trucker fuck! ahhh...you know what gets my engine goin' Ray!
ReplyDeleteI glad that everyone likes it.
ReplyDeleteAnonymous-- Sorry do nto knw who he is, but I did some more pictures I have of him for you.
Kevyn. ROOM, Varroom. You picture o fyou are very HOT. You got your own engine going and others as well.
Ray
OH RAY...I have to face it...I'm slut...love them all !!! ( LOL )
ReplyDeleteTruckers still rock my world- I have a gay friend who's a gay truckers--oh the stories....
ReplyDeleteAs for the pics-- second to last has my cock's attention! WOOF!
love to get in the sleeper with any of these stud trucker, taste thier hot juice
ReplyDeletei fully agree. the stories and getting tinto truck with them. The stories I could tell.
ReplyDeleteRay
Thanks much for the salute Ray, all these guys are fuckin HOT, had to pull over and stop the truck. Like to take a nice long drive with any and all of 'em.
ReplyDeletePS always on the lookout for hairy butts too ...
The guy on the left in the last row stopped his pickup to let me hitch a ride. But instead of going where he said he was going he turned down a dirt road and ended up in a trailer park, where he cut the motor and parked. We're home, he said, "Get the fuck out; we're going inside." He lost no time dropping his jeans and i stripped too. Within moments he was all over me on the rank sheets of his unmade bed. He lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders. Then he mounted me and rammed his cock deep inside my pussy ass. He was rough, really rough, from beginning to end, but by the end I knew I was gonna stay and keep his trailer for him, cook his dinners and breakfasts, pack his lunches, and look forward to his return from work each day.
ReplyDeleteThe lovemaking through the night was fabulous. But the thing that turned me on so much that I knew I would stay as long as he wanted me was that in the morning he went outside to the iron pipe frame of an old swing set and did pull ups. When he started I thought he'd do maybe ten, twenty if he was really into it. But I kept counting and he kept pulling up, those gigantic biceps bulging and glistening with sweat. he just kept doing them and I kept counting: twenty, forty, fifty and still he went on. Eighty ninety, a hundred, but he wasn't stopping. One hundred twenty-five, and still going. He was sweating really hard and slowing down when he got to one hundred forty, but still he strained and pulled his chin to the bar. Finally at one hundred fifty he reached his limit and stopped, dropping to the ground.
I thought our sex was finished after I had given him a wake-up blow job. but now, dripping with sweat he came to me and covered me on the bed. He held me close and very tight and I realized he could squeeze the breath right out of me if he chose to do so. What happened was that he rubbed my face and neck with his day old stubble and then mounted me and fucked me hard. His sweat trickled all over me and ran off onto the fetid sheets. And this was just his before-work routine.
When he came home in the afternoon he showed me how he could perform when he had been working all day and thinking about how good some hot sex could be. What can I say? Life in a trailer park will outdo a Manhattan apartment any day of the week. He's made me a happy hausfrau, and even happier when he brings home a buddy or two and they all enjoy me.
Needless to say, I never got to where I thought I was hitching a ride to. Come to think of it, i can't even remember where that was.......
very hot, ray. just an observation, that blond in the last row (next to last pic) is morphed though, those arms are way too big to be real. i love blonds though.
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