Truck Me All Night Long

By J.D. Walker

Trev Harding is a truck driver in his forties who loves having sex with a different twink every night. The only exception to this is one-time trick Grant Hess, a mid-thirties forklift operator on his daily route who could pass for twenty-three. Trev’s life takes a startling turn when he’s told by his latest conquest that the guys at his usual pickup spot see him as a shallow, dirty old man, and pathetic.

Tail tucked between his legs, Trev is forced to do some soul-searching and asks the one man who might be willing to give him some advice -- Grant. Their frank conversation leads to an unexpected development, and Trev might be willing to try something new, if he can get over his insecurities.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Feb 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9781634868051

J.D. Walker

J.D. Walker likes to keep her stories short and sweet. A multi-published author, she is also a musician, artist, and lover of all things knit and crochet. For more information, visit lifebyjo.com/jdwalker.

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Truck Me All Night Long

By J.D. Walker

Published by JMS Books LLC

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Copyright 2018 J.D. Walker

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Truck Me All Night Long

By J.D. Walker

I swatted my alarm clock five times before it finally stopped buzzing. It was four o’clock on a Thursday morning. Jesus fuck, it’s too early.

You’d think I’d be used to this by now, but with each passing year, it just got harder to face. I guess I didn’t want to admit to getting older.

It probably didn’t help that I stayed out late almost every night, usually getting up close and personal with some cute little twenty-two-year-old whose ass was ripe for the fucking.

I never screwed the same guy twice, and they tended to be much younger than me. Maybe I thought that plugging the tight hole of a guy twenty years my junior was a ticket to the fountain of youth. My dick was always happy to give it a try, whatever the reason. It was starting to wear me out, though.

Stumbling to the bathroom, I bumped my thigh on the dresser and damn near stubbed my toe on the toilet before I got the light on. What a great start to my day.

As I brushed my teeth, I stared blearily at my reflection in the mirror over the sink. My face was haggard, with dark purple bags prominent under bloodshot eyes. Crows’ feet dug valleys in the corners. The harsh lighting overhead was not kind.

I should slow down a little, find a steady fuck rather than chasing it down. Or at least, that’s what I’d tell myself before I’d go out and do the same thing all over again the next night. Perhaps I lacked the motivation to change.

Once I was done with my shower, I dried off and put on the uniform I’d laid out right before I dropped into bed at midnight. My wallet was beside it. Some things were on automatic for me, no matter how tired I was. Dusty black boots went on last.

I made my way to the kitchen to drink my wake-up beverage of choice and fill up my travel mug. God bless Mr. Coffee. Breakfast would be later in the day when I took a break between load deliveries. Grabbing my keys, coffee,