Date: Mon, 4 Jan 2016 04:47:27 -0800 From: Charles Cox Subject: Love On The Road prt 1 Being a traveling salesman has its advantages and its disadvantantages. The pays pretty good and I've made alot of friends during my travels. The only drawback is, it doesn't leave much time for romance in my line of work. It's also doubly hard when youre a gay man like me. Sure when I was younger id have the occasional "fuck and run" but now that I'm older, I'm looking for someone to settle down with I should probably tell you a little about me before I continue. My names Pete. I'm 43 years old with handsome looks, short curly black hair, brown eyes, stash and goatee, smooth olive colored skin (thanks to my moms Italian heritedge). I keep my body fit and lean and I have a long, thick 10 incher in my pants. Basically the only action my ole "peter" has seen these days is a bottle of lube, my right hand and an occasional porno. Like most gay men, I have a certain "type" of guy I'm attracted to. I like em younger than me. (18-29) is the age range I go for. I like pretty boys with good looks with lean firm bodies, thick succulant dicks and firm round bubble butts. The only "Twinks" I'd ever encountered were online in cam chatrooms or in the online porn I'd watch. I'd hoped I'd meet a nice young stud in my travels but so far, nada! I stopped at a local motel called the Pinewood Suites. Luckily they had an indoor pool and hotub. I checked in and changed into a pair of swimtrunks, grabbed a towel and headed down to the pool. Luckily, there was no one else there. I set my towel on one of the chairs and slid into the hot, foamy water. Leaning back I closed my eyes and let the hot swirling water relax my tired, aching muscles. I hadn't been there long when I heard the door open. I opened my eyes and thought I was staring at a mirage. Standing there was probably the hottest boy I had ever seen. He was the spitting image of John Jr. from the show Little House On The Prarie (one of my guilty pleasures). His dark hair was shaggy and his dark eyes sparkled as he stared at me. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't know anyone else was in here." He was wearing a red speedoe that showed off his perfectly round bubble butt. His body was lean and muscular and his skin was a light brown. "Wait!" I called after him. "You don't need to leave." His thin, kissable lips turned up into a smile. My heart beat faster as he walked to the edge of the hotub. "I saw you through the window and was hoping I could join you." I smiled. "Theres enough room in here for the two of us." I watched as he placed his towel next to mine and slid into the hot water. "I'm Jason." I smiled. "Peter." We made small talk. I learned that Jason was from a small farming town in Iowa and was returing home with his parents from visiting his sick memaw. "I'm so sorry she's not feeling well Jason". His face grew sad. "She was the only one who accepted me as I am." I nodded. "She was...is a hippie!" I laughed. "You mean the brown rice, beans and Woodstock and all that?" Jason smiled and nodded. We chatted for a while longer and then he looked at his watch. "Shit! I gotta go!" I watched as he climebed up out of the pool, the water sluthing off his smooth, chisled body. He padded to the chair and grabbed his towel. "Will you be here for a few days?" he asked as he began toweling off his lithe, muscular frame. "I'll be here till Tuesday." He smiled. "I hope I see you again Peter!" I watched as he walked out the door, the perfect orbs in those speedoes moving with each step. I dried off and ran up to my room to jerk off.