Trev Harding is a truck driver in his forties who loves having sex with a different twink every night. The only exception to this is one-time trick Grant Hess, a mid-thirties forklift operator on his daily route who could pass for twenty-three. Trev’s life takes a startling turn when he’s told by his latest conquest that the guys at his usual pickup spot see him as a shallow, dirty old man, and pathetic.<br><br>Tail tucked between his legs, Trev is forced to do some soul-searching and asks the one man who might be willing to give him some advice -- Grant. Their frank conversation leads to an unexpected development, and Trev might be willing to try something new, if he can get over his insecurities.

Truck Me All Night Long

The perfect cap to my day came in the form of a state trooper pulling me over for a missing mud flap. Then he asked to check my log book. Thank GodI’d updated it this morning while I waited at the second delivery stop. The trooper let me go with a warning, after making me sweat for twenty minutes. The last thing I did before I went back to ConcreteXpress was top off the fuel tank.


I parked near the pit and took the time to clean out the rig, a weekly task to get rid of dust, mud, and trash. I preferred to have a decent-smelling ride come Monday morning.


When I went inside the office trailer, Adrian was on a phone call and focused on his computer screen. Sounded like he was about to get a new client. I hung up the keys myself, threw the delivery receipts and carbon copies of my log book for the week on his desk, and headed out to my pickup truck. I was happy that the day was over, and I wouldn’t have to drive a big rig for the next two days.


Chapter 8