Date: Mon, 4 Jan 2016 04:47:27 -0800
From: Charles Cox <nobletruth42@gmail.com>
Subject: Love On The Road prt 1

Being a traveling salesman has its advantages and its disadvantantages. The
pays pretty good and I've made alot of friends during my travels. The only
drawback is, it doesn't leave much time for romance in my line of work.
It's also doubly hard when youre a gay man like me. Sure when I was younger
id have the occasional "fuck and run" but now that I'm older, I'm looking
for someone to settle down with I should probably tell you a little about
me before I continue. My names Pete. I'm 43 years old with handsome looks,
short curly black hair, brown eyes, stash and goatee, smooth olive colored
skin (thanks to my moms Italian heritedge). I keep my body fit and lean and
I have a long, thick 10 incher in my pants. Basically the only action my
ole "peter" has seen these days is a bottle of lube, my right hand and an
occasional porno.

Like most gay men, I have a certain "type" of guy I'm attracted to. I like
em younger than me. (18-29) is the  age range I go for. I like pretty boys
with good looks with lean firm bodies, thick succulant dicks and firm round
bubble butts. The only "Twinks" I'd ever encountered were online in cam
chatrooms or in the online porn I'd watch. I'd hoped I'd meet a nice young
stud in my travels but so far, nada!

I stopped at a local motel called the Pinewood Suites. Luckily they had an
indoor pool and hotub. I checked in and changed into a pair of swimtrunks,
grabbed a towel and headed down to the pool. Luckily, there was no one else
there. I set my towel on one of the chairs and slid into the hot, foamy
water. Leaning back I closed my eyes and let the hot swirling water relax
my tired, aching muscles. I hadn't been there long when I heard the door
open. I opened my eyes and thought I was staring at a mirage. Standing
there was probably the hottest boy I had ever seen. He was the spitting
image of John Jr. from the show Little House On The Prarie (one of my
guilty pleasures). His dark hair was shaggy and his dark eyes sparkled as
he stared at me.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't know anyone else was in here." He was wearing a red
speedoe that showed off his perfectly round bubble butt. His body was lean
and muscular and his skin was a light brown. "Wait!" I called after him.
"You don't need to leave." His thin, kissable lips turned up into a smile.
My heart beat faster as he walked to the edge of the hotub. "I saw you
through the window and was hoping I could join you." I smiled. "Theres
enough room in here for the two of us." I watched as he placed his towel
next to mine and slid into the hot water. "I'm Jason." I smiled. "Peter."
We made small talk. I learned that Jason was from a small farming town in
Iowa and was returing home with his parents from visiting his sick memaw.
"I'm so sorry she's not feeling well Jason". His face grew sad. "She was
the only one who accepted me as I am." I nodded. "She was...is a hippie!" I
laughed. "You mean the brown rice, beans and Woodstock and all that?" Jason
smiled and nodded. We chatted for a while longer and then he looked at his
watch. "Shit! I gotta go!" I watched as he climebed up out of the pool, the
water sluthing off his smooth, chisled body. He padded to the chair and
grabbed his towel.

"Will you be here for a few days?" he asked as he began toweling off his
lithe, muscular frame. "I'll be here till Tuesday." He smiled. "I hope I
see you again Peter!" I watched as he walked out the door, the perfect orbs
in those speedoes moving with each step. I dried off and ran up to my room
to jerk off.