Gay Male Hitchhiker

By Tabatha Allen

Genre: Older Man & Younger Man Homosexual Erotica/ Gay Male Love

It's lonely driving a big rig truck across America. Rick knows all too well the male needs that go unattended on the road. 

A decision to pick up a young hitchhiker gives Rick a chance to satisfy months of pent up frustration. 

It also gives a younger gay a ride he desperately needs. 

This 9,200-word gay male erotica contains detailed explicit descriptions of sex between an older gay truck driver, and a tanned and muscled young hitchhiker ready to show his appreciation. 

It's intended for those who love man on man stories with a touch of sweetness. 

Author Note: This is a standalone erotica.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tabatha Allen
• Release date: Oct 6, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516396856

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GAY MALE HITCHHIKER

by Tabatha Allen

GAY MALE HITCHHIKER

Tabatha Allen

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Author’s Note: All characters in this story are 19 years of age or older.

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GAY MALE HITCHHIKER

I let out a long hot breath and stared at my traffic ticket. If I was one of those truck drivers hopped up on uppers, I’d smash my fist against the dashboard. A three hundred dollar bear bite is bad enough. I didn’t need broken equipment while I hauled twenty-five tons on the road.

I stared into the side mirror of my red big rig and watched the black and white highway patrol car drive off in the opposite direction. Its back tires spun out and sent a cloud of desert dust up into the afternoon sky.

Don’t know what you’re mad about. It’s not your money.

Driving a big rig red cross-country ain’t a path to millions but I didn’t need a speeding ticket.

I wadded the yellow ticket and stuffed it into the unused ashtray. The cab shook from side to side and then lunged forward as I turned the key. I felt the second jerk as it pulled against the fully loaded attached trailer. I didn’t see cars on the road behind as I pulled out. Even over the rumble of the engine, I heard the crunch of gravel under tons of weight. After a minute I sped up a mile shy of the posted speed limit.

Might as well warn the others.

A high pitched squealing whine filled the cab as I turned on the CB radio. Between the static I heard a few occasional male voices that alternated from young to old. I broke in when I noticed a lull in the conversation.

Breaker… breaker. This is Coach calling all truckers out there. Just got bit by a hungry mama bear headed west on 1-10. Watch your speed if you don’t want to feed the bear three hundred big ones.

An older voice spoke up. 10-4 Good Buddy. Appreciate the heads up. I nodded even if there wasn’t anyone to see.

I left the CB radio on in case there were more police. This stretch of highway’s thick with bears – both