They started out slowly. The man suggested they go to an intimate little place he knew about. He described it as cozy and magical. When they arrived at the truck stop toilet, the fag immediately knew that this was a perfect match.
As an ice breaker the man suggested they start with a slow, wet blowjob thru the glory hole, so they could get to know each other better. They spent the first thirty minutes learning about the dreams and aspirations they each had for the future. They quickly discovered at least one common short term life goal … transferring the contents of the man’s hairy nutsack into the faggot’s stomach.
Once that goal had been accomplished the man suggested that since they seemed to be hitting it off, they move the relationship forward. He encouraged the fag to relax and get comfortable and even offered his lap as an alternative to the dirty tile floor. So considerate.
The man started sweet talking the boy with romantic phrases like “dumb slut loves cock” and “my dirty load up your fag hole”. The man was even using cute little pet names for the boy, like “cum dump” and “stupid whore”. They were connecting on a deeper level and the fag felt that the man really cared about him.
Nothing says “I care” like a relative stranger blowing his huge load directly in your unprotected guts while the delicate scent of dried piss and trucker sweat fills the air. To a faggot, receiving several pumps of hot, fresh ball gravy from a man you just met is far more thoughtful and personal gift than a bouquet of freshly cut flowers.
As the man paints the fag’s fuck chute white with a massive load of potential babies the fag thinks to himself, “He might be the one”. He then took a look at the filthy urinal next to him and thought the same.
