Night Trawling: The Trucker
Something simple, nasty and gay.
It was one of those suffocating August nights. The air was heavy and seemed to suck the energy right out of me. It was the end of an uncomfortable and painfully dull day and my mind wondered aimlessly as the evening hours ticked by. As midnight approached, I began to feel a heat that had nothing at all to do with the sweltering humidity outside. I was single at the time, so dealing with that urge for sex wasn't as simple...
