NL-10006 Truckin’ Crazy
INTRODUCTION
Eighteen-year-old Larry crouched down between Rod’s coffee-colored thighs. He stared at the shaft that rose in the air. The skin on it was satiny smooth and shiny as soft and tender to the touch as silk. And in the soft light of the bedroom it was ebony. He leaned closer and began to taste the beauty of the Black Dude.
FOREWORD
The rest area was deserted when Steve first arrived, but in no time it was filled with trucks, cars, campers, vans, motorcycles.
Steve found Matt there, the hunky driver with a very special lovemaking technique.
He discovered an erotic club of teenagers who serviced each other on a regular basis, and couldn’t register new applicants fast enough.
Steve met a little boy who traveled regularly with his father. They loved playing games with strange men.
And there was the sadistic motorcycle gang. Steve regretted meeting them, but there was a certain fascination in their two-fisted sex.
As each new car and truck pulled into the area for fun and games, Steve found himself being wrapped more and more tightly into a web of erotic longing that he could no longer control. He began to wonder if sex was his only reason for living, and he decided that maybe his desires were getting completely out of control. Was he indeed turning into a slave of any man who pulled his pants down?
But there was somebody who loved Steve, only the handsome, blond man didn’t discover this fact, until it was almost too late.
Steve’s adventures in the darkness of the highway rest area could happen to you, or to someone you love. But don’t blame him for losing control of his emotions. The Florida moonlight puts a spell on all the travelers who drive down the road. And nobody is safe from the erotic magic.
Steve found that he was living only for the moment when he could press the brake light of his car, and watch the truck on the highway respond by pulling into the area behind him. He watched as the muscular, tough truck drivers climbed out of their cabs and walked to his car window.
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INTRODUCTION
Eighteen-year-old Larry crouched down between Rod’s coffee-colored thighs. He stared at the shaft that rose in the air. The skin on it was satiny smooth and shiny as soft and tender to the touch as silk. And in the soft light of the bedroom it was ebony. He leaned closer and began to taste the beauty of the Black Dude.
FOREWORD
The rest area was deserted when Steve first arrived, but in no time it was filled with trucks, cars, campers, vans, motorcycles.
Steve found Matt there, the hunky driver with a very special lovemaking technique.
He discovered an erotic club of teenagers who serviced each other on a regular basis, and couldn’t register new applicants fast enough.
Steve met a little boy who traveled regularly with his father. They loved playing games with strange men.
And there was the sadistic motorcycle gang. Steve regretted meeting them, but there was a certain fascination in their two-fisted sex.
As each new car and truck pulled into the area for fun and games, Steve found himself being wrapped more and more tightly into a web of erotic longing that he could no longer control. He began to wonder if sex was his only reason for living, and he decided that maybe his desires were getting completely out of control. Was he indeed turning into a slave of any man who pulled his pants down?
But there was somebody who loved Steve, only the handsome, blond man didn’t discover this fact, until it was almost too late.
Steve’s adventures in the darkness of the highway rest area could happen to you, or to someone you love. But don’t blame him for losing control of his emotions. The Florida moonlight puts a spell on all the travelers who drive down the road. And nobody is safe from the erotic magic.
Steve found that he was living only for the moment when he could press the brake light of his car, and watch the truck on the highway respond by pulling into the area behind him. He watched as the muscular, tough truck drivers climbed out of their cabs and walked to his car window.
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