Truck Driving F Buddies

“I fell in love with that cock the first minute I saw it hard,” he told me. “That was even before I fell in love with you.” “You’re in love with me?”
*****
Nebraska to New York. Nebraska to New York. Nebraska to New York. I guess I’ve been driving that route for over fifteen years now. It was a long trip and it was a boring trip. Long hours at the wheel of my eighteen-wheel refrigerated trailer-truck, delivering meat from the heartland to the East Coast. I had a good steady job with Macon, Mitchell and Marlin, the big meat company, and I certainly wasn’t complaining. But all those long lonely nights on the road, when I could have been home with my wife, Ethel, not that she was that exciting, but it was better than sleeping alone in the cab of my truck and looking at magazines.
I mean, I’m still a young guy, after all, and I have my desires.
Ethel and me, we got two kids, Floyd and Fergus who are in seventh and eighth grades, and are a couple of little snot-noses, so I don’t really mind being away from them so much. I just don’t have that much in common with the boys. Computer games. I never did that stuff. But of course, I really didn’t want them following in the old man’s footsteps and driving a truck across the country for the rest of their lives, so maybe it was good that they weren’t like me, so that when they grew up they might be something more than just common laborers like their old man. I sure hoped life had something better in store for them than the endless interstate highways I was continuously traveling.
Of course, I wasn’t entirely alone on the road. Macon, Mitchell and Marlin...