UP EARLY

By bob long

Published on Apr 4, 2011

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Up early, first thing I do is tighten the noose I have twisted around my cock and balls. It's a silk 12" pocket square laced around to lift and separate them. The silk is sweet, better than anything else I have tried and it fits me really good even though I can't tie it and sleep through the night. When I try it wakes me with the biggest, achiest purple prick and nuts, not the way to get a night's rest. So I leave it in place but not knotted when I go to bed then tighten it up in the morning. Funny how many years it has taken to perfect the routine.

Getting ready for work I sit down with a bowl of cereal and my laptop and check the usual websites, see who's on, look for some new activity, maybe a guy at a hotel in town who obviously didn't connect last night. Barring that, I watch a couple two-minute beat off or suck/fuck video posts then read a couple incest or man/boy porn stories, get charged up, feel the burn.

Breakfast is over, I might shower with the rag on (it's a rag by now after months of heavy duty service), because it dries fast and my Calvin Klein's will only be moist for awhile.

Time to commute, maybe with my fly down and the trussed-up nuts out. I can't leave it alone and before long I have rounded up a Chapstick for lube and I'm sounding with a plastic coated wire from an old set of eyeglasses. Not too deep now, just a couple three inches of -wow that smarts- jerking. Don't want to get in trouble at 80 mph.

Gotta check the service plaza. It's nice the way my car can be parked to face the row of trucks on the lot. This particular rest stop isn't that productive generally but the once- every-other-year encounter makes it worthwhile. Besides which, I (after I zip up) can stretch my legs and have a cigarette while I enjoy the view. Maybe today is the day that one of these old guy steps out of his cab with his pants half unhitched indicating that he'd like some company. If so, I don't expect he'll be disappointed. I've got a good sized package and I can swing it both ways.

Onward, to work and eight plus hours of mind boggling detail that takes over. Making decisions, putting out fires.

Finally, time to go, leaving too late as usual. I told my son I would stop by his place and bring him in for a visit tonight. He will take the train back to his place after dinner. But before I do, I need a second smoke, and where am I going to have it? It'd be a shame not to put it to use, so, running late and a few miles out of the way, it's back to the service plaza, in-bound this time. The sun is shining, it's a warm spring day in New England, I'm still tied up down there and the place is sort of quiet when I pull in. I see one guy in the cab of his truck, the others seem empty. As luck would have it I park where his face is blocked by the big fucking rearview mirror on his rig. Nevermind. I am sitting with one leg out of the car, blowing smoke and, lo and behold, the guy is peeking around his mirror to get a better look. He's young by my standard, forty-five or so, with a nice enough looking face, shaved head. He looks alert.

So I'm looking at my watch, smoking like a chimney, adjusting my crotch, thinking it isn't going to get better, when this dude then hikes his leg kind of up onto his seat so I can get a look at it. It's bare skin and looks as if the guy has his pants off. Now I'm horny as hell when he puts his hand on his open window and starts to rub it back and forth looking over at me. Just about this time another rig pulls in near him and a car pulls in near me. I am fucked and not in a good way. I'm fifteen minutes late and we're surrounded by lookers on from every direction. It kills me to do it but I start my car and back away. Why does this always seem to happen? The guy was fucking hot.

I'm in a shitty mood for the rest of the day. I tell myself there's always tomorrow however. Maybe I'll try to hook up with one of my regular buds or even try to get some at home. Who knew life would be this regimented, with so few really good opportunities to walk the dog?

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