Happy New Year!

2008 is here!
What's the plan at this end?
This year its going to be more about success and making things happen.

My Monday Meat!

Wow! I drove to the hardware store after work today to pick up a few supplies I had completely run out of. I parked the chasermobile and clicked the CB a few times hoping to get lucky. And lucky I got.

A tanker driver hit me back from what sounded not very far away. Traffic was really heavy, so I knew I wouldn't miss him once I figured out where he was. I don't often see tankers with a sleeper in them, so I lucked out with not having to find a place for us to play with. The driver told me he'd just finished delivering and was headed home to the wife.

Works for me, I said.

He parked the tanker right out in the middle of the hardware store parking lot and I parked over in front of him. I climbed into his truck through the driver's side. I was a bit leery of being out in the open like that, so I played it off by carrying a clipboard with me as I walked to the truck. (I looked like some sort of foreman or engineer.)

The tanker truck was clean and well-kept. The driver was tall, husky and looked to be his late 40s or early 50s with a clean, shaved face, wire rimmed glasses and a heavy southern drawl. "Name's Harry," he shook my hand. His green eyes were lit up from the light coming in from the sunlit parking lot. I introduced myself, then stepped back into the sleeper to prepare myself for the blowjob I was going to give him. I noticed the wedding ring, the weathered, hairy hands, the company uniform and the worn workboots. I was in heaven! He even smelled of diesel.

Harry stepped back into the sleeper, undid his belt and pulled down his trousers. He lay back on his bunk after closing the curtains halfway, and spread his legs to give me his sleeping dick. I swirled his cock in my mouth and looked up to see his hairy belly as his hand and forearm rubbed small circles around his bellybutton. The wedding ring seemed to glow in the dark.

I worked my best tongue action on his cock, and even managed to fit both his balls AND his spongy boner into my mouth all at once. He looked up to see what I was doing, and muttered "wow, that feels incredible."

"Hm-hmm" was all I could say.

His cock started to get completely hard and I couldn't keep everything in my mouth anymore. I let everything slip out, then went back to nursing his swollen rod. Harry decided to take off his pants completely to give me more access to his equipment. He had what I call a beefy and spongy cut cock that was a hefty girth and plenty long enough to jab past the back of my throat when I went down on him all the way. He moaned everytime I did that, too.

I asked him if it was cool to take a pic or two, and he let me know it was okay. Since I was enjoying myself with his equipment, I let him take the first few photos. He got some good ones of me going down on him, deepthroating his boner. I worked on his boner, then on his balls as he threw his head back, rested his tall, thick frame back on his elbows and spread his legs wide. I licked and tongue-fucked his hairy asshole and imagined the looks of ecstasy on his face.

Oh yeah, man, I heard him say. I spent about 10 minutes covering every square inch of his crotch and ass with my mouth and tongue. After I thought we'd both had enough, I pulled his cock and balls down towards me, put his legs together and lifted them up to his chest. Then I deepthroated his cock with a violent passion I knew he enjoyed. A minute went by and I heard him warn me about his getting close to shooting.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum." I heard him say quickly.

Immediately, his balls drew up close to his boner, and his cock spit out 5 good streams of the sweet-n-sour stuff. The acidity pierced my sinuses and the sweet load coated my tongue and throat. I let his jizz run down his cock some, then slurped it all back up as I licked his balls and made my way up to his sensitive cock head. I let him catch his breath, then slowly let him relax so he could get dressed.

I took a few more pictures of him while he was getting dressed. I gave him my buddy card, and he said he would call me later in the week when he had to deliver to the area again.

Nice!

Bald Biker Types

Wow! Not sure why, but lately I've been really getting into these shaved head, heavy biker types.

Next door to our shop is another shop that does work on metal. One of their welders is a guy about 5'10", in the 250-280 lbs. range, and he insists on giving me a hardon everytime I look at him. (I know he wants me, he just plays it off really well. I can feel him undressing me with his eyes, and he's really sneaky about it cause he never even looks at me!)

I've been lucky enough to walk into him around lunchtime, but never had the right opportunity to introduce myself. (Yet.) This is a man that turns me on to no end. I fantasize about watching him undress at the end of a day. Peeling off his sweat-soaked shirt and t-shirt, kicking off his steeltoe boots and slipping off those dark blue work trousers until he's sitting there on his recliner with a cold beer in his hand. I think you guys can imagine the rest.

If you want a better visual, let me help you put him together in your head.
For a body, use the body from that guy in the old TV sitcom "King of Queens". You know, the main guy, who works for the delivery service.
For a head, take the popular wrestler Jeff Goldberg and pop that head and mug on the delivery guy's body. And there you have it.
It's a hot combination!

Just imagine that hairy bulk with that shaved head, strong facial structure, rough stache/goatee and enough testosterone to give three longhorn bulls a raging boner.

Hot damn!

A Growing Minority

A decent weekend of surfing the web yielded several dozen pictures worth sharing on the truckchaser website. I couldn't help but notice, however, the popular attraction to the younger, hairless types on the web. It seems 9 out of every 10 photos I found was posted in admiration of the pale and emaciated "bois" out there.

I'm glad I'm part of a minority that admires older, hairy, beefy men who look like men with or without clothes. While I understand everyone has their preferences, it's websites like SilverDaddies, MuscleBears and 100%Beef that give me hope that my preferences are not in a fading minority. Instead, I'm glad there are other guys like myself who enjoy seeing these older, hairy men.

While I still run into the occasional flaming comments from guys who think anything over 140 pounds is "fat", I laugh in quiet contentment knowing these are the same guys who will be pushing 200 pounds in about 8 or 10 years when their youth has gone and they no longer bleach their hair and wax their chests.

From TuffHawl Blog - 04.30.06

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Old Dogs Still Bite

A surprise call from my Diesel Mechanic daddy had us both naked on the floor of his shop about an hour later. I'd missed meeting him all week because of both our work schedules, and I was glad to run to his shop on a Saturday to meet him. The shop was closed, everyone was away, and his wife didn't think twice about him going to the shop on a Saturday since it was something he did often. When I got there and saw the huge garage filled to capacity with trucks and buses, I could see he was in for a hard week. We wasted no time getting naked and romping around on the floor on some old blankets he'd laid out for us. That intoxicating smell of musk and diesel worked its magic on me the second that big garage door closed.


I started like I always did with him, naked and on my knees in front of him to swallow his heavy tool. I don't know if he had just showered, or if it was just coincidence that he always smelled bathed and clean whenever we met. I thought it strange since he was a diesel mechanic in a profession that rarely afforded cleanliness and any lack of odor. It was then that I noticed the small shower by the lockers in the men's room.


I brought him to a full erection, then he lay on the floor so I could get better access to his equipment. His cock was an impressive length and girth, and I found the best way to deep-throat him was to lay in a sort-0f 69 position so my throat could accomodate his boner. He loved the sensation of his cockhead pressing past my tonsils and down my throat. Everytime this happened, he would buck his hips and drive his cock deeper into me. Only once did I gag, but it was minimal and not bad enough to make me stop.


Down at his end, my 100% top Daddy freaked the shit out of me when I felt him take my dangling boner into his mouth. The fucker was returning the favor! We'd met quite a few times and been rolling around naked on the floor of his huge garage for a while, but this was the first time he'd ever done more than jack me off. I guess old dogs CAN learn new tricks.


I let him have his fun, and I let him sample the world of cocksucking. He tried to do everything I was doing, and I was amused by his eagerness to follow my lead. But I have to admit he was really bad at it. I couldn't shoot my load because there was more pain than pleasure on my cock. Maybe his teeth cut into me, maybe it was the rough bristle on his face, maybe it was - I don't know. I just knew the discomfort wasn't going to let me shoot my load.


Once I decided the discomfort was getting very close to being painful, I made sure to get him off quickly. I focused on his leaky boner, and I had him shooting his load in under a minute. He emptied his balls in a violent, spasmic, animalistic series of thrusts before his cock went soft. He hadn't drained his balls in a good while, because his load that afternoon was unusually heavy. Oh well.


He let me wash up in the tiny shower. I got dressed and made my way to my vehicle so I could leave the garage. He walked around in his steel-toed shoes wearing nothing else but his cap and smoking a cigarette. I loved to watch his meat swing as he walked over to the button to open the garage door to let me out. He never got dressed after we were done, and it made my dick get hard to see him naked in his work environment. He waved a nonchalant "see ya" from the shadows of the garage, then pressed the button again to close the garage door.


I made my way home feeling a little raw at the dick. Once home, I checked myself for any bites or scratches, but didn't see anything. I was glad. Next time, he's going to get step-by-step instruction on how to do this shit. The last thing I need is a wounded dick! Maybe old dogs CAN learn new tricks, but they need to be taught correctly!

From TuffHawl - 04.28.06

Friday, April 28, 2006

Hot & Horny In-Shape Truckers

From 28 March 2006

I hate to be the one to burst anyone's bubble, BUT after hitting the trucking show in Louisville, KY this past weekend, I've had a stark reminder about what the trucking life is really like. More importantly, I've been reminded that the average trucker is by far NOT any of the following:

• hot
• hairy
• hung
• well-built
• in-shape
• muscular
• horned up

I feel sorry for these guys posting ads looking for those "hot, horny, well-hung, in-shape" truckers. You're going to be saaaaadly disappointed!

Don't get me wrong, I've yet to meet a trucker I thought was an asshole. (Except that one that tried to run me off the road because he had a bad case of road rage!)

Most truckers work for a living, and have a great working man attitude about life in general. I can sit and listen to a trucker talk all day about his life, his road adventures, etc. It's amazing some of the stories these guys are willing to share! But please don't go out there thinking there's a Marlboro Man behind the wheel of every big rig you see on the road.

Yikes!

COMMENTS:

watcher said...

Tuff, I experience the same thing on a daily basis. I frequently eat breakfast at the Waffle House located at the intersection of 270 and IL 3, near Granit City, IL. Every once in a while a "Gem" walks through the door, but most of the time when they sit, their ass spreads out over the chair and they eat at arm's length because they are so fat they cannot pull up to the counter. They are nice guys and will talk your arm off, but they are OUT of shape.

From TuffHawl Blog - 04.27.06

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Trucker At Work

Early morning after a few tries on the cb radio, I met this trucker as he waited for the day to start. He was delivering about an hour away, but they wouldn't let him wait there until a few hours later. We had fun in his sleeper, and he turned out to be very skilled.

From TuffHawl Blog - 04.27.06

In The Beginning...

27 April 2006


Disappointing as it was, I finally broke ties with Yahoo for posting my blogs. Again and again I tried to post stuff that I hoped wouldn't put me on the "blocked" list, and I finally got tired of having to censor myself to appease someone else.


As a result, I backed up all my blogs that I'd posted on Yahoo, and they're now safely stored on my notebook computer until I post them all here for all to see. Just yesterday I tried to share an experience with everyone about meeting up with an old friend. I included a photo in my posting, only to find the photo had been mysteriously removed overnight. That did it.


So now I can post my thoughts and experiences without having to filter myself, and if I get a photo that I want to share with my online friends, I won't have to worry about hitting a nerve with the self-righteous shitheads at Yahoo. What's even better is how the features on here are just as appealing, but more open to self-expression than Yahoo will ever be. It's amazing what you can accomplish when you don't live your life through the goggles of your bank account.


-TUFF

From TuffHawl Blog - 12.16.06

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Size Queens In Denial

Something's been on my mind for a long time now. Have you noticed how most gay men who post personal sex ads on the internet always want someone who's "hung"? Why is that?

I know I've mentioned it before, but it just jumps out more at me these days. I'm not even going to touch on how they also have to be "hot"; whatever the hell that means!

I think the problem with gay men is that the stereotype we're all brought up to deny ourselves is the masculine macho stud with a cock longer than his forearm and with the same girth as his waist. In other words, we're all size queens in denial, except most of us don't know it yet.

Whatever we are, I'm proud to say I prefer not to bed a man who bears the genitals of a horse. I've been fortunate to have some very passionate sex with men who were equipped with less-than-average equipment, but who performed at well-above-average levels. I've also had the fortune of meeting some "hung" men, but it took extra effort to keep them aroused, keep them hard enough for penetration, and even harder still, to help them achieve an ejaculation. So are all "hung" men washouts? Probably not. But I think it's safe to say most men who are "hung" have little else to offer if all they see themselves as is an oversized meat tube.

Given the choice between a 12-incher or a 4-incher, I'm going to look at the man first. I'll take the man that gets my balls tingling, then I'll roll the dice on whatever he's packing. If guys are so obsessed with giant equipment, maybe a vibrator may be the better option.

See ya.

-TUFF

"Size Queens In Denial"

1 Comment - Show Original Post

Jake Compton said...

Amen to that, brother! A nice nasty man with the proper frame of mind works much better than some pretty gym clome with a giant wanger.

Tho' I think an ugly trucker is "hot" so what do I know?

12:02 AM

From TuffHawl Blog - 12.31.2006

Sunday, December 31, 2006

Screwed Up Road Trip

Drove to my DC bud's place to watch his place for a couple of days while he was out of town. It was a good chance to get away, and get into, what I hoped, would be some hardcore man-to-man action. Boy, was that ever fucked up!

The weather was bad, my friend had absolutely no concept of a schedule, and in turn, fucked up any and all hopes I had of getting laid. I left a day early after he discovered he wasn't leaving when he thought he was. "Enough," I said. Merry Christmas, bla bla bla. What a waste of time, fuel and energy.

The only thing to come from this road trip was the opportunity to see my friend again, and hug him for Christmas. Nice guy. Almost family. But screwed up in the head. Oh well. I learned my lesson. Next time I go visit. It's hotels.com to the friggin' rescue.

-TUFF

From TuffHawl Blog - 02/18/07

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From TuffHawl Blog - Moved Here

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

The job sucks more everyday.

My job feels like its choking me. I started to look for another job online today and there's not a bunch of options.

Monday Meat: 02.19.2007

Here's your Monday Meat for February 19th, 2007.
Enjoy!

Monday Meat: 02.12.2007

Sorry I'm falling a bit behind. Hope this helps make your Monday a good one!

More Monday studs are on the way.

Keep the comments cumming, gents. And thanks for checking out the Monday Meat.

Monday Meat: 02.05.2007

Thanks for the great feedback, men. It's my pleasure to keep bringing you the Monday Meat that so many of you have come to enjoy. Keep in touch!

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Special note on this one - This is "MACK". He's a great guy, and despite his rugged looks, he's as great a friend as he is a stud. His website at www.macksf.com features more of his photos, and he's got a bunch of videos available, too. I've got one of his DVDs he was kind enough to autograph for me, and you can't imagine how many times I've jacked off to seeing this man in action! Visit his website, and even though I'm not getting anything for mentioning his site, please let him know you heard about him here. (I might get lucky!)

Monday Meat: 01.29.2007

Enjoy the last Monday Meat for January 2007. Still haven't had any feedback here except for Trucker Jeff... so depending on feedback, there MIGHT be a Monday Meat for February.

Monday Meat: 01.22.2007

Here's your Monday Meat for January 22, 2007.

Enjoy!

Monday Meat: 01.15.2007

Greetings, Chasers!

Enjoy your Monday Meat for this Monday, January 15th, 2007.

Just uploaded - My fourth podcast for truckchaser.com! Have you heard it yet? What are you waiting for? Enjoy your Monday Meat, swing some dick over by the online calendar, then go to the "Podcast Page" in Tuff's Truxtop and download the mp3 file to your computer or portable mp3 player.

Listen to the podcast in your car, listen at home or listen after a hot session of steamy, sweaty trucker sex. It's your call! Just be sure and drop me a line. The voice message line is still the same - 540.904.1537 (Long distance charges may apply.)

-TruckChaser

New Generation of TruckChasing

An old trucker buddy of mine and I were out last night, and we talked for a while about what had been going on in our lives. He made the comment about how chasing truckers has become more of a computerized experience rather than an over-the-road activity. Where he used to see chasers flashing lights, gesturing to truckers on the road, or showing off at rest areas and men's rooms, he says a lot of it now just doesn't happen anymore. He thought it could be due to the way law enforcement has come cracking down on everyone so much, but he couldn't help but feel the hook-ups were all now going on through the computer and the internet. Hmmm... he might be right.

Monday Meat: 01.01.2007

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