Highway forty outside Amarillo Texas.
Was shut down for a winters blast.
I got a load headed for San Diego.
Heating up the cab was costing my ass.
I book a hotel room to save on Diesel fuel.
Get a queen size bed I'm hoping for action.
I run into Chester hang in the rest room.
He to is stranded and on his way to Las Vegas.
He is sleeping in his pickup truck.
While pretending to be one of us.
He is running out of money.
And also very hungry.
I am talking twenty-six years of age.
Built to be a lineman on a football team.
Pecks, arms, and thighs in oversized.
With an ass especially made for my face.
I'm a man at the age of thirty-seven.
With no understanding, find gay stuff easier.
A trucker with some muscles.
God damn I could use a boyfriend.
Over dinner well truck stop food.
I explain I have a hotel room.
He says to me, I love to cuddle.
And I am always in the mood for some good love-in.
A match made in heaven
It could be a miracle.
We never left the room
Until after the snow melted.
Just to have it towed, we emptied his truck.
Of all of his personal stuff.
Threw it under the bed.
In the back of the cab.
I met his family in Las Vegas.
When and where we also got married.
Honeymoon in San Diego.
After we dropped our load first.
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