Paul

I guess I gotta go see a doctor.

I'm having trouble with my eyes.

If my old mom could hear that, she'd be dancing in her grave.

"I told you so, son", she'd be saying.

"Didn't I say when you were a kid - if you go on playing with your weenie you'll go blind."

Well, mom, if you can hear me… Sorry to disappoint you but I've not got eye problems 'cos I've been playing with my weenie (which, by the way, isn't quite so weenie any more).

The reason my eyes are giving me trouble is just 'cos I've been up all night in front of the PC.

Right here, in fact, looking at HMBoys.com

And that's not six hours staring at the screen 'cos I'm some sort of oddball. It's just that I only get to look at the thing about once a month or so.

I guess most of you guys out there take a look at least every week and maybe even every day?

But then you can.

I bet you've got nine-to-five jobs, staring at a screen in a smart office where the most physical effort you ever make is lifting a coffee cup to your mouth.

Not me.

A regular blue collar guy, that's me.

I drive a long distance truck.

And let me tell you something… What you've probably read in porno stories - Trucker's trick, Cutie boy in the cab, Long-distance lay and dozens of others - is all true.

In fact it's only about half of what happens in real life.

We do get so hot on those long drives that we look for sex - and we take it - wherever we can.

And if that means expecting a payback from a cute hitcher, well I guess they know what they're letting themselves in for when they set on the road looking for a free ride.

That was how I met Paul, standing by the side of one of the big central European autoroutes as I was heading north for my next delivery in Lithuania.

He didn't speak a word of English, so I wasn't able to test him out - as I usually do with cute hitchers - by pushing the conversation in certain directions.

And that caused a problem, because, within an hour of his climbing into my cab, I'd need to make an important decision.

Should I drive to the Lithuanian capital Vilnius on the new expressway, which would mean spending the next two nights on the road?

Or should I divert onto the older and slower - but also far quieter - route, which would mean spending the next three nights out in the open?

There was no contest.

I'd already decided that Paul had to be one of the hottest looking kids I'd had in my cab for quite some time.

With no hesitation I swung off onto the longer route.

When we spent the first night in the cab, parked up on the roadside miles from anywhere, Paul immediately snuggled close up for warmth.

On the second night, as he snuggled up again, I wrapped my arms right around him.

He seemed to like that too.

The third night was to be my last chance. I pulled the truck up early at a small town and checked us into its only hotel.

Into a room with just a single bed.

After all, as they say, you've got to speculate in order to accumulate.

That night with Paul has to count as one of the best in a very long time.

We'd had a hard day's drive and, as soon as we'd closed the door to the room, Paul sat down on the bed and took off his shirt.

Although we couldn't exchange any words at all, there wasn't any need to.

The boy stripped down to his underwear and stretched out on the bed, fixing me with his dark, sexy eyes.

I too began to get undressed. Up until this point, either of us could have got out of the situation by just slipping into the bathroom to take a shower.

But neither of us did.

Instead, Paul got to his feet and slipped off his briefs, holding my gaze with his own as he did so.

And, as he stood fully up and then lay back down on the bed, his stiffening dick showed that his mind was working along exactly the same lines as my own.

By now I had stripped off all my clothes too but after three days during which I hadn't laid a finger - let alone a dick - on the boy, I was determined to make the real thing last as long as possible.

I gestured to Paul that he should swing around.

He knew instinctively - or maybe, for all I knew, from lots of practice - exactly what I wanted.

And he was damned good.

My eyes are still giving me trouble right now, but I guess I'm not gonna be the only one needing to see a doctor.

I guess with you guys, though, it'll be so he can do something for a strained wrist.

Every time now that I think back to the time we spent in that hotel room, it makes me hot all over again.

And, when you see the full set of pictures I took that night, I think it's gonna have the same effect on you guys behind those office desks.

(That's, of course, if you're still there - maybe you've already decided to take up a new life as a truck driver???: )