Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2004 19:48:37 EST
From: RodneyandRustie@aol.com
Subject: A Hot Story for a Cold Winter's Night

As the scorching July morning sun bakes the asphalt highway and traffic
crawls along at a snail's pace, I busy myself by looking around.

To my right, I notice a deeply tanned muscular arm that's covered with
thick black hair hanging outside of the open window of a landscape
company's truck.  Intrigued by the sexy arm, I successfully maneuver my car
for a better view of the arm's owner.

What I see is very HOT...tanned face, short-trimmed charcoal black goatee,
and a low-buzz cut with long thick burns.  A backward Brave's cap with a
curved and frayed edge sits on his head.

I wonder what color eyes his dark sunglasses are concealing.  I immediately
imagine his eyes to be Crayola brown; the color eyes that I get totally
delirious looking into while I'm getting my hole fucked.

Lost in my horny thoughts, I don't think about how I'm blatantly staring at
this HOT dude, until I nearly rear-end the car in front of me.  Caught up
in the event of my near miss, it takes a minute or two for me to realize
that the landscaper stud knows I'm staring at him.  He looks directly at me
while shaking his head and smirking.  Not a smile or even half of one...a
definite smirk; the type of look that conveys disgust.  Straight boy looks
like he wants to kick my ass for looking just a little too long.

But then, his actions confuse me.  His still extended hand, flexes back and
forth, and at one point appear to make a slow jacking motion.  He smiles
seductively while looking directly at me.  A few more minutes down the
highway, he slowly strokes his prickly goatee with his long index finger
and then erotically pops it into his mouth and repeatedly licks and sucks
on its hairy length.

Totally boned up, I watch as the landscaper dude teases me.  Concerned
about how straight man is having too much fun at my expense, I speed up to
distance myself from him.

Curiously, sexy arm man speeds up and follows me.  Ahead is a highway rest
stop and I decide to pull in.

I park and sit in my car.  Landscaper dude follows me and parks a few
spaces away.

Landscaper dude opens his door and partly steps from his truck.  He looks
towards me, smiles, and slowly moves his hand down his tight khaki short
covered hairy legs.  He bends down and adjusts the lace of one of his large
brown dusty work boots.

I watch landscaper dude's actions closely.  He's aware of my observation.
He sits down on the truck's inner door frame edge and removes both the boot
and a surprisingly stark white sock from one of his feet.  He flexes his
long white foot, bends forward, and runs his fingers between his black-hair
covered toes and along the sole of his foot.  He smiles at me and slowly
lifts his wadded sock to his face.  He holds it beneath his nose, moves it
around a bit, and inhales deeply.  He wipes the sweat from his brow with
it.  Making sure I'm still watching, he slowly traces the point from his
chin to his crotch with it.  He holds it in his crotch for a moment and
then leans forward to put it and his boot back onto his foot.

Landscaper dude smiles.  He sexily circles his goatee with his long index
finger and pops his finger into his mouth a few times.  He stands, arches
his back, and runs both of his hands around his crotch.  As he looks
directly at me, he puts one of his hands into his shorts and rearranges his
larger-than-before package.  I can clearly see the outline of a hard, long
and thick dick.

Landscaper dude abruptly stops playing in his shorts.  He secures his
vehicle and starts to walk away in the direction of the restroom.  He turns
back and looks at me a few times.

I'm monumentally horned up.  Both my mouth and dick are drooling.  I want
straight boy from his head to his hairy toes.  I'm more than willing to
take a chance of having the shit beat out of me for my planned advance.  I
quickly make my way to the restroom.

I enter the restroom and notice 4 urinals and 4 stalls.  Landscaper dude
isn't at the urinals.  I take a quick peek beneath the stalls and spy those
dusty boots beneath the door of stall #4.  Landscaper dude and I are the
only ones in the place.  I practically run to stall #3.  I drop my shorts
around my ankles and sit my bare ass on the commode.

Landscaper dude immediately responds to my presence.  I slowly stroke my
dripping fat 7 inch cock while I watch beneath the stall wall as he takes
off his boots and socks.  He suddenly turns and thrusts his naked feet
under the partition.

Landscaper dude's feet are gorgeous -- clean skin and nails, approximately
size 11" with long toes covered with a sprigs of black hair.

I anticipate seeing his shorts drop and the appearance of his hard cock,
but all he does is flex his toes and move his feet back and forth.

I'm desperate to see his dong.  Out of frustration, I reach down and rub
his feet.  He moans appreciatively.  I lean forward and suck on his big toe
while slowly rubbing his very hairy leg.  This really turns him on and
suddenly I'm licking and sucking on all of his toes.  Suddenly, landscaper
dude drops his shorts and positions himself on his knees facing me beneath
the stall.

TOTALLY FUCKING HOT would best describe my observation: Bushy black pubes;
smooth shaved low hanging nuts; and a thick foreskin-covered 9" cock.

I push landscaper dude's stroking hand away from his cock and replace it
with my mouth.  He lets out a low and long moan.  I suck the length of his
dick into my throat and play with his big gonads at the same time.  His nut
sack pulls up tight and he moans again and again.  His manly scent and
taste are freaking awesome, a funky mixture of soap and sweat from a hard
day's work.  His foreskin is filled with his sweet honey-tasting pre cum.
I ask landscaper dude, "Are you close?"  He hoarsely grunts, "No".  His
tightly scrunched up nut sack says differently and I quickly pull off.  He
begs, "Suck me just a little longer".

I oblige and almost immediately after returning my lips to his thick
schlong, landscaper dude grunts and blows a huge load of thick cum into my
mouth.  I take it, but don't swallow.  When his bucking hips stop fucking
my face, I pull off and dash for the sink.

As I'm spitting landscapers cock snot into the sink, he comes up and
presses into me from behind.  He smiles, lifts his glasses (yep, Crayola
brown eyes!!!), and whispers into my ear, "Thanks buddy...sorry I did
that...my girlfriend doesn't like it either".  He wipes some of his spooge
from my chin with his white sock, puts it into my hand, and quickly exits
the restroom.

Oh where, oh where is my landscaper dude?