I walked into the truck stop diner and was surprised to lay my eyes on an old truckin' buddy, Hank. I hadn't seen him for a couple of years. We both haul loads Coast to Coast, but rarely cross paths.
"So, how you doin' good buddy?" he asked.
My cousin Jimmy and I burned up the telephone lines after our first meeting. In that meeting I had "borrowed" a pair of my sister's stockings and gave them to my cousin as a gift. He and I had a thing about women in stockings and he would focus on my sister. I tried the stockings on at his home one weekend and I ended up sucking him off twice that weekend. That experience was a first for each of us. We lived twenty miles apart and it was not easy to meet.
"Well that was something different. If you had told me a year ago that I would be sticking my cock up some guy's arse I'd have punched your face!"
"I have to say that when you started talking to me in the bar downstairs it didn't cross my mind you were...well, you know... one of THEM. You kind of did the pick up in a nice way though and the thought has crossed my mind once or twice so I suppose you just pressed the right buttons."