I watched as Greg walked away, not knowing if I would ever see him again. I called out to him but he continued walking with his head hung low and without turning around, he just waved slightly.

I began my new position and buried myself in my work, trying to forget Greg, but it was hopeless. I'd see his beautiful face and smile everywhere I looked.

After about a month and a half, I began going out to some of the bars, and eventually built up a group of friends. However, they could tell something was wrong and I eventually told them of my encounter with Greg. They said that they all understood and sympathetic.

Then I met Ray. He reminded me a lot of Greg. He was romantic and caring and I liked that. We had several dates before I agreed to go to bed with him. Then things changed.

In bed, he was aggressive and dominating. I didn't like that and told him so. Without either of us climaxing, I got up, dressed and left.

I did date several others but it wasn't anything like it had been with Greg. There was no romance, just lustful sex, a release of built up tension.

I did call Greg several times to see how he was doing and the conversations were pleasant yet strained.

About three months after I had begun work, I arrived home and as I walked in, my cell phone rang. It was a Tuesday afternoon and all my friends knew that I seldom went out during the week.

I picked up my phone and looked at the caller ID.

One word appeared on the screen, 'Greg'.

With shaking hands, I answered, and heard his beautiful deep voice say, "Hey, stud."

"Well, hey yourself," I replied. "It's great to hear from you."

"I don't have much time but I was wondering if you had plans for this weekend?"

"No, why?"

"I'm making a delivery in Miami late Thursday afternoon. We'll unload early Friday and I'll be free all weekend. I was wondering if you would like some company?"

"You bastard, you know I would. I'll take off at noon so I can pick you up when you're ready."

"No need for that," he said. "I'll drop my trailer and come to you in the tractor. Find me a place to park."

"Consider it done," I said.

I didn't think Friday would ever get here, but it eventually did. I left work at noon and waited anxiously for him to arrive. He called and asked where he could park and I told him. Fifteen minutes later he knocked n my door.

I was like a school girl going on her first date as I hurried to the door. Opening it, I saw his beautiful face and smile.

He hurried in and shut the door behind him. Quickly, he tossed his small bag aside and wrapped his big muscular arms around me, pulling me to him and kissing me.

After a long passionate kiss, he held me at arms length and said, "Damn, I've missed you."

"Not as much as I've missed you," I replied.

"Let me shower, babe. I smell awful."

"You smell great to me, but if you insist, go ahead."

Smiling, he said, "If my memory is correct, that shower holds two very easily."

"Yes, it does," I replied, leading him to the bedroom.

Soon we were both in the shower, bathing each other as we kissed and made out. then after drying each other, we hit the bed for a hot passionate make out session, then an even hotter sixty-nine.

We didn't get out of bed until almost six, and then it was only after lovingly fucking each other. We did then get dressed and went out for dinner.

After we got home, we talked, and Greg asked if I had been seeing anyone. I said yes but absolutely nothing was serious. I asked about him and he replied that he had been with a few other drivers, but it was just sex.

Then, he told me the best part.

"I've got some news but don't get your hopes up too high."

"Oh?"

"I've requested to be transferred and based out of Miami terminal. That way, I'd be in town more often."

"Greg, that's great. Any idea when you might know something?"

"No, none. I don't even know if it will get approved."

"Well, we can keep our fingers crossed," I said.

The rest of the weekend we stayed nude and ate at home, having sex several times a day. It was so great to have him back in my bed.

All too soon, it was Monday morning and time for him to leave. Holding me close before he left, he said, "If I hear anything, I'll call you, and next time I'm in the area we can meet again."

"You better believe we will," I said before giving him a final long passionate kiss.

He left and this time he turned and waved and winked at me.

Once back inside, I began dressing for work and found a note on my dresser. It was from Greg.

'Mark, this weekend was awesome. You mean so much to me, and I hope you feel the same way. What ever happens, you will always be special."

I began to tear up but knew I couldn't g in to work with red bloodshot eyes from crying.

A couple of months later I got a surprise call from Luke, the driver Greg and I had had the three way with. He was in town and wanted to see me. I agreed and went to his motel room ext to the truck stop. When I arrived, I found another driver there with him.

"It should have told you but I hope you don't mind another three way?"

"No, not at all," I replied.

"This is Cory," he said.

After we had sex with each of us doing the other and Cory and I double fucking Luke, he confessed to me that the other driver was his sister's husband.

"We found out about each other totally by accident," he said.

"How did it happen?"

"We both ended up at the same truck stop one day by shear coincidence. There was an adult video store across the highway, and I went over there. I was in a booth with a glory hole and the guy next to me was stroking his cock. I offered to suck it. After I got him off, he wanted to suck me and I let him. We both left our booths at the same time and saw who we had just sucked. We went to my rig and had sex most of the night."

"Damn, your own brother-in-law. Does your sister have any idea?"

"Oh, hell no," Cory said.

We had another round of sucking before I left and I wished them safe travel.

A few weeks later, I got home and after walking in, there was a knock on my door. I couldn't figure out who it was.

When I opened it. there stood Greg.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, I can leave if you want me too."

"Don't you dare. Get your ass in here."

After a long kiss, I said, "I thought you were going to call me when you were going to be in the area?"

"I decided to surprise you. I got the transfer. I'm based here now. I was hoping you'd help me find a place to live."

"I know the perfect place. Right here with me," I said.

"You sure?"

"Hell yes, I'm sure."

"Well, I'll have to put my things into storage, not that I have that much."

"We can fine a place tomorrow. How long are you in for?"

"A week. I get a week to find a place and get settled in."

"Fantastic," I said, before finding the spare key to my place and giving it to him. We showered and went to dinner then returned home for hot passionate sex.

The following day, while I was a work, Greg put his things in storage and by the time I got home he had dinner prepared.

As we ate, I said, "Umm, I found out something else abut you. You're a fantastic cook. I could get spoiled to this."

"I'd love to spoil you this way," he responded.

The week was awesome. Oh, it wasn't constant sex when we were together. We spent a lot of time just cuddling while watching TV or a movie.

Greg was home about twice a month for several days each time. I cherished those times. We made the best of the time we had together.

About six months later, Greg came in and seemed happier than in the past.

"Let's get cleaned up. We're going out to celebrate."

"Celebrate what?" I asked.

"Later," he said.

We showered, dressed, and went to dinner at a nice restaurant. After we ordered, he had the waiter bring us a bottle of champagne.

"Enough already," I said. "What are we celebrating?"

"Wait for the champagne," he replied.

Once it was delivered and we each had a glass, he said, "Here's to the new terminal manager."

"What?"

I was informed today when I got in that I was the new terminal manager. I couldn't believe it, and I damn sure wasn't expecting it."

"Greg, that's super!" I explained. "So that means you'll be home every night?"

"You better believe it," he said.

"Greg, I couldn't be happier," I said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am," I replied.

"Well, then, if I asked you to be my partner for life, you wouldn't be happier?"

"Oh shit! Are you serious?"

"Baby, I've never been more serious in my life. I love you with all my heart."

"Oh Greg, I love you too and I'd be honored. I just wish I could kiss you right now."

"Well, let's wait until after we leave. If we do it now, we might get thrown out."

"Well, when we get out dinner, hurry and eat so we can leave."

He laughed and we began playing footsie under the table.

As soon as we finished eating, Greg paid the check and we almost ran out of the restaurant. Once outside, I didn't care who saw us. I grabbed Greg and kissed him passionately, shocking all the passers by.

We've been together six years now and couldn't be happier. We've bought some property and built our own place where we can entertain.

Greg discovered that his warehouse foreman was gay and I found that one of my employees was gay. Yes, we invite them out for dinner and sex. Both are hot and in their early thirties. they have begun dating regularly.

I found true happiness moving cross country!

THE END....

I watched as Greg walked away, not knowing if I would ever see him again. I called out to him but he continued walking with his head hung low and without turning around, he just waved slightly.

I began my new position and buried myself in my work, trying to forget Greg, but it was hopeless. I'd see his beautiful face and smile everywhere I looked.

After about a month and a half, I began going out to some of the bars, and eventually built up a group of friends. However, they could tell something was wrong and I eventually told them of my encounter with Greg. They said that they all understood and sympathetic.

Then I met Ray. He reminded me a lot of Greg. He was romantic and caring and I liked that. We had several dates before I agreed to go to bed with him. Then things changed.

In bed, he was aggressive and dominating. I didn't like that and told him so. Without either of us climaxing, I got up, dressed and left.

I did date several others but it wasn't anything like it had been with Greg. There was no romance, just lustful sex, a release of built up tension.

I did call Greg several times to see how he was doing and the conversations were pleasant yet strained.

About three months after I had begun work, I arrived home and as I walked in, my cell phone rang. It was a Tuesday afternoon and all my friends knew that I seldom went out during the week.

I picked up my phone and looked at the caller ID.

One word appeared on the screen, 'Greg'.

With shaking hands, I answered, and heard his beautiful deep voice say, "Hey, stud."

"Well, hey yourself," I replied. "It's great to hear from you."

"I don't have much time but I was wondering if you had plans for this weekend?"

"No, why?"

"I'm making a delivery in Miami late Thursday afternoon. We'll unload early Friday and I'll be free all weekend. I was wondering if you would like some company?"

"You bastard, you know I would. I'll take off at noon so I can pick you up when you're ready."

"No need for that," he said. "I'll drop my trailer and come to you in the tractor. Find me a place to park."

"Consider it done," I said.

I didn't think Friday would ever get here, but it eventually did. I left work at noon and waited anxiously for him to arrive. He called and asked where he could park and I told him. Fifteen minutes later he knocked n my door.

I was like a school girl going on her first date as I hurried to the door. Opening it, I saw his beautiful face and smile.

He hurried in and shut the door behind him. Quickly, he tossed his small bag aside and wrapped his big muscular arms around me, pulling me to him and kissing me.

After a long passionate kiss, he held me at arms length and said, "Damn, I've missed you."

"Not as much as I've missed you," I replied.

"Let me shower, babe. I smell awful."

"You smell great to me, but if you insist, go ahead."

Smiling, he said, "If my memory is correct, that shower holds two very easily."

"Yes, it does," I replied, leading him to the bedroom.

Soon we were both in the shower, bathing each other as we kissed and made out. then after drying each other, we hit the bed for a hot passionate make out session, then an even hotter sixty-nine.

We didn't get out of bed until almost six, and then it was only after lovingly fucking each other. We did then get dressed and went out for dinner.

After we got home, we talked, and Greg asked if I had been seeing anyone. I said yes but absolutely nothing was serious. I asked about him and he replied that he had been with a few other drivers, but it was just sex.

Then, he told me the best part.

"I've got some news but don't get your hopes up too high."

"Oh?"

"I've requested to be transferred and based out of Miami terminal. That way, I'd be in town more often."

"Greg, that's great. Any idea when you might know something?"

"No, none. I don't even know if it will get approved."

"Well, we can keep our fingers crossed," I said.

The rest of the weekend we stayed nude and ate at home, having sex several times a day. It was so great to have him back in my bed.

All too soon, it was Monday morning and time for him to leave. Holding me close before he left, he said, "If I hear anything, I'll call you, and next time I'm in the area we can meet again."

"You better believe we will," I said before giving him a final long passionate kiss.

He left and this time he turned and waved and winked at me.

Once back inside, I began dressing for work and found a note on my dresser. It was from Greg.

'Mark, this weekend was awesome. You mean so much to me, and I hope you feel the same way. What ever happens, you will always be special."

I began to tear up but knew I couldn't g in to work with red bloodshot eyes from crying.

A couple of months later I got a surprise call from Luke, the driver Greg and I had had the three way with. He was in town and wanted to see me. I agreed and went to his motel room ext to the truck stop. When I arrived, I found another driver there with him.

"It should have told you but I hope you don't mind another three way?"

"No, not at all," I replied.

"This is Cory," he said.

After we had sex with each of us doing the other and Cory and I double fucking Luke, he confessed to me that the other driver was his sister's husband.

"We found out about each other totally by accident," he said.

"How did it happen?"

"We both ended up at the same truck stop one day by shear coincidence. There was an adult video store across the highway, and I went over there. I was in a booth with a glory hole and the guy next to me was stroking his cock. I offered to suck it. After I got him off, he wanted to suck me and I let him. We both left our booths at the same time and saw who we had just sucked. We went to my rig and had sex most of the night."

"Damn, your own brother-in-law. Does your sister have any idea?"

"Oh, hell no," Cory said.

We had another round of sucking before I left and I wished them safe travel.

A few weeks later, I got home and after walking in, there was a knock on my door. I couldn't figure out who it was.

When I opened it. there stood Greg.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, I can leave if you want me too."

"Don't you dare. Get your ass in here."

After a long kiss, I said, "I thought you were going to call me when you were going to be in the area?"

"I decided to surprise you. I got the transfer. I'm based here now. I was hoping you'd help me find a place to live."

"I know the perfect place. Right here with me," I said.

"You sure?"

"Hell yes, I'm sure."

"Well, I'll have to put my things into storage, not that I have that much."

"We can fine a place tomorrow. How long are you in for?"

"A week. I get a week to find a place and get settled in."

"Fantastic," I said, before finding the spare key to my place and giving it to him. We showered and went to dinner then returned home for hot passionate sex.

The following day, while I was a work, Greg put his things in storage and by the time I got home he had dinner prepared.

As we ate, I said, "Umm, I found out something else abut you. You're a fantastic cook. I could get spoiled to this."

"I'd love to spoil you this way," he responded.

The week was awesome. Oh, it wasn't constant sex when we were together. We spent a lot of time just cuddling while watching TV or a movie.

Greg was home about twice a month for several days each time. I cherished those times. We made the best of the time we had together.

About six months later, Greg came in and seemed happier than in the past.

"Let's get cleaned up. We're going out to celebrate."

"Celebrate what?" I asked.

"Later," he said.

We showered, dressed, and went to dinner at a nice restaurant. After we ordered, he had the waiter bring us a bottle of champagne.

"Enough already," I said. "What are we celebrating?"

"Wait for the champagne," he replied.

Once it was delivered and we each had a glass, he said, "Here's to the new terminal manager."

"What?"

I was informed today when I got in that I was the new terminal manager. I couldn't believe it, and I damn sure wasn't expecting it."

"Greg, that's super!" I explained. "So that means you'll be home every night?"

"You better believe it," he said.

"Greg, I couldn't be happier," I said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am," I replied.

"Well, then, if I asked you to be my partner for life, you wouldn't be happier?"

"Oh shit! Are you serious?"

"Baby, I've never been more serious in my life. I love you with all my heart."

"Oh Greg, I love you too and I'd be honored. I just wish I could kiss you right now."

"Well, let's wait until after we leave. If we do it now, we might get thrown out."

"Well, when we get out dinner, hurry and eat so we can leave."

He laughed and we began playing footsie under the table.

As soon as we finished eating, Greg paid the check and we almost ran out of the restaurant. Once outside, I didn't care who saw us. I grabbed Greg and kissed him passionately, shocking all the passers by.

We've been together six years now and couldn't be happier. We've bought some property and built our own place where we can entertain.

Greg discovered that his warehouse foreman was gay and I found that one of my employees was gay. Yes, we invite them out for dinner and sex. Both are hot and in their early thirties. they have begun dating regularly.

I found true happiness moving cross country!

THE END....

 

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