Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2006 00:18:27 -0400
From: Lee Brown <I64Traveler@msn.com>
Subject: Truckin' Boys, Part 2

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     Skip couldn't get the boys out of his mind.  He turned the key in
the lock of his apartment and let himself in.  He turned a light on in
the living room and then headed for the bedroom.  He flicked the light
switch to the overhead light on.  He really wasn't bad looking for an old
guy; if you think 51 is old.  He had been taking care of himself and had
just a little paunch that he knew some guys really liked.  What they
liked more than anything else was his seven inch uncut cock.  More than
one guy had come over wanting to be fucked and taking a good hard look at
it decided to just suck him off.  He always made those boys pay with a
mouthful of his bittersweet cum.
     Skip undressed thinking about the two boys in the pick-up truck.
The boy in the passenger seat seemed out of it but the driver was all
smiles.  The passenger was dark haired with some chest hair that really
turned the old man on.  The driver was a blond no chest hair at all but
two nips that were the size of quarters.  Damn, what he wouldn't give to
have either of the boys lying on his bed right now.  Skip lay naked,
spread eagled, fondling his shaved balls and stroking his big dick.  The
precum started to leak as it always did.  He stroked his cock for a
couple of minutes and then there was a knock on his door.
     What the fuck?  Who could that be this time of night?  Probably that
ditzy blond across the way who always seemed to be out of an egg when she
wanted to bake a cake or some other dumb shit. He threw on some nylon
basketball shorts and his T-shirt that said, I have love skills.  Damn.
     Skip opened the door and standing there in as little clothing as
possible were the two truckin' boys.  The blond was smiling and the dark
haired boy was just looking as if he was getting ready to turn tail and
run.  The blond who Skip would learn soon enough was Jason pulled his gym
shorts down under his balls.  His teenage cock was standing at
attention.
     "Mind if we come in?" the blond asked.
     Skip was never a man to turn down tender cock.  He stepped out of
the way and motioned the boys in.  Jason gently pushed Drew into the
apartment.  Skip closed and locked the door.
     "Awesome place you got here, man."  Jason commented.
     "Yeah, awesome."  Drew echoed.
     "Well boys make yourself at home.  Anything I can get for you to
drink?"
     Jason had pulled his shorts back up to hide his young manhood.  The
boys sat down on the couch.  Drew spoke up out of his 420 stupor, "Got
and gin and tonic?"
     Skip laughed good naturedly.  "Of course, my man.  And for you son?"
he asked looking at Jason.  Jason thought a minute and said, "Jack and
coke, please, sir."
     Ah, Skip thought, a young man who knows his place.  "Coming right
up.  Of course, you know I will have to ID you, right?"
     Jason and Drew looked at each other and pulled out their ids.  Skip
saw that both boys were 18.  The man's cock began to rise.  This was an
evening none of the three would forget even if they wanted to.