Hello I'm new at this guys but since I've had several adventures, I'd like to tell them.
This one is titled 'The ride with the truck driver'
One night I had to go pick up a costume from my friend's place for a party.-
I was exhausted from running the bus and not getting there, so I hailed a taxi.-
I got in, a 40-year-old truck driver, morocho eyes, honey-colored hair, dressed in athletic wear.
I told him where I was going and he looked at me in the rearview mirror.
He asked why I was so tired? - I said because of all the running, I didn't make it to pick up a costume from my friend's place (yes, I was telling him everything)
Very cheeky, he asks: And where are you going?.- To the doctor, classic - I said.
He responds: Look at you, crazy man.
I stayed there, talking about other things, and I very subtly say: is it true that truck drivers and trannies have an onda?
The driver answers: Yes, sometimes one or another gets eaten. What's your vibe?, he says.-
I'm gay, I like dudes.-
The truck driver starts asking me questions, zarpaditas. I stop telling him how it was to fuck with a dude.
At one point, he slams on the brakes at a red light and says: I don't know why, but what you told me got my cock hard.
I'm astonished, looking sideways, and I see in his athletic pants a fairly large bulge, and I think inside that I'd like to eat his cock.
I said: Skinny, do you want?
And he says: I'd like it if you touched it for a bit.
I got left frozen, not knowing what to do. From the backseat and with my cock still hard, I told him to stop, and he says come here and the truck driver touches my bulge, amazing me by grabbing it tightly.
I grabbed onto the Palermo woods and said 'stop the clock', without thinking I got up front and pulled out my cock.
It was normal-sized with skin and very wet. Without thinking, he started sucking on it and filling it with saliva. He was like crazy, enjoying it.
A light appeared and he almost died of fear.
I got down and started blowing him to make him stop, but he was dying of shame.
We left '...
Ah, I left him at my building's entrance. I gave him my phone number, bad because nerves got to me and I got out. He told me, 'You paid for the trip yourself, now come up and jerk off.' I never saw him again. Sometimes I look for that driver who makes me travel for free and lets me eat his cock. Hug, Lucas 😛
This one is titled 'The ride with the truck driver'
One night I had to go pick up a costume from my friend's place for a party.-
I was exhausted from running the bus and not getting there, so I hailed a taxi.-
I got in, a 40-year-old truck driver, morocho eyes, honey-colored hair, dressed in athletic wear.
I told him where I was going and he looked at me in the rearview mirror.
He asked why I was so tired? - I said because of all the running, I didn't make it to pick up a costume from my friend's place (yes, I was telling him everything)
Very cheeky, he asks: And where are you going?.- To the doctor, classic - I said.
He responds: Look at you, crazy man.
I stayed there, talking about other things, and I very subtly say: is it true that truck drivers and trannies have an onda?
The driver answers: Yes, sometimes one or another gets eaten. What's your vibe?, he says.-
I'm gay, I like dudes.-
The truck driver starts asking me questions, zarpaditas. I stop telling him how it was to fuck with a dude.
At one point, he slams on the brakes at a red light and says: I don't know why, but what you told me got my cock hard.
I'm astonished, looking sideways, and I see in his athletic pants a fairly large bulge, and I think inside that I'd like to eat his cock.
I said: Skinny, do you want?
And he says: I'd like it if you touched it for a bit.
I got left frozen, not knowing what to do. From the backseat and with my cock still hard, I told him to stop, and he says come here and the truck driver touches my bulge, amazing me by grabbing it tightly.
I grabbed onto the Palermo woods and said 'stop the clock', without thinking I got up front and pulled out my cock.
It was normal-sized with skin and very wet. Without thinking, he started sucking on it and filling it with saliva. He was like crazy, enjoying it.
A light appeared and he almost died of fear.
I got down and started blowing him to make him stop, but he was dying of shame.
We left '...
Ah, I left him at my building's entrance. I gave him my phone number, bad because nerves got to me and I got out. He told me, 'You paid for the trip yourself, now come up and jerk off.' I never saw him again. Sometimes I look for that driver who makes me travel for free and lets me eat his cock. Hug, Lucas 😛
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