He then gave me his number and told me to call him if I changed my plans.Several days later, I found myself in Guthrie’s truck heading home. Gay sex His table manners were appalling, but not out of place in this establishment.Back in the truck, we sat on his bed and drinking beers, which he supplied from his bar fridge. The man that got out was an old buddy of Marty’s, named Guthrie.Guthrie must have been somewhere in his thirties and crudely sexy. With a laugh, he apologized for the stink, adding that where hygiene was concerned, he got a bit lazy on his trips. With his other hand pinning my torso down, his knees pushed my legs apart. I quickly exited the stall and decided to use the urinal after all. Guthrie was also on the way to Dallas, so Marty suggested I accompany Guthrie if he didn’t mind. After entering, three stalls appeared to the left, with two of them occupied. As we drove, I kept looking at his icky fat hands curled around the steering wheel. I had become entirely inebriated by his masculine stench by this point.As I wallowed in his griminess, Guthrie finally shot his load all over my stomach.
