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Happy Independence Day!

Happy 4th of July, America. 
One of several days that can actually bring a tear to my eye.
Enjoy your freedom, no matter how you choose to use it, just know that it wasn't free.

TruckChasing 2011 - Call for Your Comments

A friend asked me to write about truckchasing and what it has now become.
I'm going to be posting more about truckchasing in my truckchaser blog.

If you have any opinions, personal experiences or comments you'd like to share with me, please drop me a line as I'd love to hear from you.  I would especially like to hear from OTR drivers who experience truckchasing more often than chasers do.  All of your emails will be featured in upcoming blogs, and unless you request otherwise, I will assume you want to keep your identity private, so I will edit your comments to protect your identity. 

Need hints?  Answer any of these questions in as much detail as possible when you write me:
1. How do you chase truckers today or how do you hook up best with chasers?
a. on the road b. internet  c. other (lots of detail, please)


2. How did you USED TO chase truckers or hook up with chasers? 
a. on the road   b. internet    c. other (lots of detail, please)

3. What are the risks you USED TO take back in the day when you tried to hook up on the road?

4. What are the risks you face NOW when you chase truckers or meet up with chasers?

5. Has technology made it easier for you to chase truckers or hook up with chasers?

6. What do you miss about old-school truckchasing or hookups with chasers?

7. What technology would you get rid of today because it hinders truckchasing or hookups with chasers?

Any comments along the lines of the questions above is welcomed.

on gmail.com you can drop me a line - I'm here as truckchaser

Hope to hear from you -

TC--

Sunday Sacks

On some beefy men!

Related?

These guys could pass for brothers! And I'd be just as happy to show some "family" love!

What do you think?

Join Me On The Couch

How 'bout a quick Saturday afternoon fling?  Come on!

More Shower Fun

Oh, the things we could do to this man...

This was just emailed to me. Thought I would share it with everyone. It's got two of my "favoritest" things in the world - soldiers AND truckers.  Enjoy!  Credit to the author listed below.

TRUCKIN’  WITH A RAW RECRUIT

By William Cozad

            After I got out of the Army I went to work for my uncle Ted who was a partner in a small trucking company. I'd been a mechanic and serviced the vehicles in the motor pool at Ft. Ord. With the training from my uncle Ted I got my commercial operator's license and became a trucker.

      I liked driving a big rig along the ribbons of highway. The company contracted with chain stores to haul merchandise from their warehouses to their stores in California.

      I liked country and western music, like most truckers I knew and I listened to shitkicker music while I tooled along. I talked to other truckers on the CB radio. They warned of Smokey, the highway patrol, who watched for speeding or pulled you over to check your log or the manifest of your cargo.

      I liked the truck stops — their diners with generous portions of chow at reasonable prices. There were showers for truckers to clean up. There was space to park and shut down after you logged your 500 miles. I seldom hit the honky-tonks. I just snoozed in the sleeper of my truck then hit the road again.

      One day I stopped at the truck stop outside of Sacramento. They had the best homemade hot apple cinnamon pie and strong java.

      Leaving the diner, I spotted a young soldier playing a pinball machine near the entrance. I stopped and watched him. He was medium height and muscular, wearing a short sleeved khaki uniform shirt and pants. He had buzz cut brown hair and hazel eyes.

      The "Game Over" light flashed on the machine. He looked over at me.

      "How's it going?" I said.

      "Never could beat these suckers."

      "Me neither."

      "Where you headed?" he asked.

      "City of Angels."

      "Could you give me a ride to Monterey?"

      "Uh, we're not supposed to have riders because of the insurance. But there are exceptions. What the hell — I was stationed at Ft. Ord myself."

      "No way. Gee, thanks! I gotta be back today or I'm A.W.O.L. Another trucker just dropped me off here."

      "Come along, troopie."

      He smiled and my heart thudded in my chest. He picked up his duffel bag and followed me to my red Peterbilt tractor and the silver trailer with the chain store logo on it.

      He got into the cab and I stowed his duffle bag in the sleeper.

      Driving along I-80, we chatted. His name was Larry Andrew's, which I'd noticed stencilled on his duffel bag. He was only 18 — from Eugene, Oregon. He'd been home on leave after basic training. He was assigned to be a cook in the mess hall at Ft. Ord. He was partying and lost his wallet. But he didn't want to borrow money from his dad who was laid off work. So he was hitchhiking back to the base.

      He liked the music blaring from my stereo radio. I liked listening to him — he reminded me of when I was a dogface soldier myself.

      The conversation lapsed. When I glanced over, he was slumped down in the seat and out cold. He looked so young and vulnerable — more like a boy scout than a soldier.

      I harked back to my own Army days. I had a mad crush on my best soldier buddy, Mike.  Larry painfully reminded me of him. Mike went to Nam and pieces of him came back in a body hag after he stepped on a land mine. He was real religious but fun. I'm sure he died a virgin. I had my share of men, mostly anonymous encounters in bathhouses and at some truck stop glory holes. The time just slipped away.

      Suddenly, the soldier stirred in his seat and yawned. He rubbed his eyes.

      "Sorry, I just went out like a light. I didn't get much sleep, partying with my old school buddies before I left Eugene."

      "No problem. Short naps peps you up."

      "I had this horny dream about my prom night. But it was realy nothing like that. I mean — I only dry-fucked my date at the prom. Later at the diner, when I reached up under Cathy's gown, she slapped my hand away and left in a huff. I think she was mad because I couldn't afford to take her to the Del Rey restaurant. I was probably the only guy who didn't get laid on our prom night. Hell — I'm probably the only virgin at Ft. Ord.!"

      "I was a virgin when I was in the Army. But I learned to do other things," I said.

      "Like what?"

      "Oh you know — core an apple and fill it with cold cream and fuck it — rub my dick between two pieces of liver."

      He laughed.

      "And let queers blow me. How would you like a blowjob? I give good head."

      "But you don’t look like no homo. What the fuck! I'll take what I can get. At the base, they say ‘the wind blows freely how much do you charge?’"

"Best things in life are free, you know."

      I reached over and groped him. His dick was hard as rock. Pulling off Highway 101 near San Jose, I stopped at the rest area and parked in an isolated spot.

      Larry climbed back into the sleeping compartment with me and I closed the curtains.

      He lay down on his back with his khaki uniform pants tented.

      I don't remember a more beautiful sight — his dark eyes were like burning coals. He had pouty ruby lips. I could fed his eyes on me when I un-cinched his web kit. I unbuttoned his uniform shirt. I pulled up the snowy T-shirt. His silver dog tags dangled on his chest which was totally smooth with bee-stung pink nipples. He had a small innie belly button and a washboard stomach.

      He lifted up when I unzipped his fly and slid down his uniform pants. His thighs were smooth and bulging. His snowy cotton briefs were tented.

      Bending down, I nibbled on his cotton-encased cock. I licked his briefs until the outline of his cock was wet and visible. I tasted sweat, piss and cum.

      He was gasping for breath. The sleeper was steamy and the air was thick with the musty scent of sex.

      I hooked my shaky fingers into the waistband of his briefs and peeled them down.

      "Whoa shit!" he shouted.

      Splat! I was hit between the eyes with gobs of cock-snot and temporarily blinded.

      "Oh man, I’m sorry! I couldn't help it. I was so fucking horny it just went off."

      "Hey, no problem."

      I wiped the sticky goo out of my eyes.

      His eyes bulged when I licked the cum off my fingers and the drops off his sparse brown bush. His fat nuts were up tight against the base of his cock.

      "God, your cum is like white syrup. Never tasted such sweet, thick fuck juice."

      "There's plenty more where that came from. Suck it, man. Suck my big soldier cock!"

      He wasn't just bragging because it was totally true. His beet-red crown was out of the hood. His cock was huge — considering his medium build. Leafy veins crisscrossed his shaft. His dick was nine by six — even bigger than my own hefty piece.

      I clasped my hand around his hot, throbbing cock and stroked it. A gob of creamy goo clung to his piss hole and I lapped it up.

      I circled my lips around his meaty cock. I swallowed it all the way down my throat until my nose was tickled by his spit-soaked cock hairs.

      Coming up for air, I clutched his cock. I lapped his nuts in their chicken-skin sac. I managed to stuff both his balls into my mouth.

      "Suck my nuts. Oh yeah, I love that."

      I swished his balls around in my mouth — bathed them in saliva and spit them out. All the while I jacked his bone hard prick, tugging the foreskin overhang down over the bullet shaped crown.

      "Eat my big soldier cock. I wanna cum again. I wanna cum in your month, man."

      I took up the challenge. I gobbled up his virgin prick — I chewed on it like gristle. Spit leaked out of the corners of my mouth and wet his pubes and balls. But I continued to suck away. At the same time I hugged down on his spit-soaked balls.

      He ran his fingers through my hair. Not only that — he pulled my hair. I relentlessly devoured his dick — I sucked up a storm. In no time, his massive prick was steely.

      "Oh Jesus — I'm gonna blow! — Gonna cum in your mouth, man!"

      He didn't just talk the hot talk — he walked the walk — when he grunted and his soldier prick went off like a volcano, spewing scalding GI sperm into my mouth and flooding it.

      I did my damnedest to capture every drop of that dick honey but the overflow dripped out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin.

      Hard as his cock was, it suddenly deflated and slithered out of my mouth, flaccid, with the crown covered by the folds of foreskin.

      I licked my chops like mad, lapping up every delicious, sweet creamy drop that I could.

      Just looking at the gorgeous young warrior god sprawled out I had the biggest, hardest boner I could remember. It threatened to gush if I didn't release it.

      Unzipping the fly of my jeans I freed my drooling dick. The crown was angry-red.

      The soldier got only a glimpse of the cock that had Andrews, L.O. stencilled in cum on it. He never had a chance to bail — not that I think he wanted to.

      I manhandled the tough little monkey. I rolled him over onto his belly, exposing the most beautiful, smooth sculpted bubble butt I ever laid eyes on. It was a delicious sight that made my eyes bug and cum mixed with saliva drool out of the corner of my mouth.

      The soldier glanced over his shoulder. His hazel eyes smoldered.

      "You wanna fuck me, don't cha?"

      "If ever I saw an ass made for fucking — it’s yours."

      "Please don't hurt me," he whimpered.

      "I'll give you pleasure you never dreamed of. Trust this road king — I’ll fuck you royally."

      "I'm a soldier — but I'm scared."

      I don't know how I kept from shooting any wad when I spread those twin mounds — it was a crack with sparse brown hair and a pouty pink pucker.

      I managed to slide my jeans down and let my churning nuts dangle freely. My reddish-purple dickhead sniffed the air and my shaft throbbed wildly.

      Diving into that ass crack was like diving into paradise. I was no ‘Jack the Rimmer’ in the past but one taste of that sweet soldier butt and I knew I could never get enough. I ate that ass like a madman. I slurped, slobbered and tongued away, with spit foaming out of my mouth. My face was coated with butt slime as I rimmed that cherry soldier like there was no tomorrow.

      "Unbelievable! Christ — that feels so good. It's so nasty — licking my shitter — but it's fucking heaven!"

      When I came up for air I poked my fuck-finger up the tightest hole it ever felt. His asshole gripped my finger like a vise.

      "Fuck me, you stud mother-trucker. Make me your bitch. I’ll be your fucking punk. Let me fucking have it! I'm a soldier — I can take it — I can take anything."

      He was delirious from the finger-fucking which pried open his pucker for the shaft of life. I'd been fucked myself by a total stranger beside a dumpster of smelly garbage in an alley one night when I was in terrible heat — so I knew the feeling.

      "You got it, stud muffin — baby butch motherfucker — I love it when you beg for it!"

      I'd plowed plenty of dirty roads before. I'd stirred lots of fudge. But I never had a better feeling than when I punched my hard and bloated trucker dick into that hot cherry soldier butt hole. Now I knew what they meant by flying to the moon — I was in orbit.

      I threw the roughest fuck ever. Once his asshole ring was clamped around my cock and the moans were clearly those of pleasure, I plugged that cherry butt. He bucked back and I pistoned it in and out of his asshole. The truck was rockin' and no one dare come knockin'. My balls slapped wildly against his butt cheeks.

      "Oh sweet Jesus. I don't believe it — you're gonna cum up my ass. Do it, fucker! Cream me!"

      I did just that. Collapsing on top of the macho young soldier I blasted the biggest cum load I could remember up his butt hole. I was sweating, gasping and shivering when I dumped my load up his cherry hiney.

      I clutched his shoulders until my dick softened and plopped out. I impishly wiped off my cock on his silky butt cheeks. We both got our clothes arranged.

      I drove him back to the base. I couldn't think of anything to say. So I just scribbled down my phone number on a matchbook cover and tucked it into his pants pocket.

      He shook any hand and thanked me for the ride.

      I asked him to call me — but I never expected to ever see him again.

      About a month later Larry called me. He had a weekend pass. I picked him up in my truck outside the main gate at Ft. Ord. I spent the weekend on the road, truckin' with the young soldier.

Daily Dick

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General Update 02192011

A big hello to my friend TrucksM24 in England.  Just got in touch with him again yesterday on Yahoo's messenger, and he tells me how the truckchasing industry in England has really been  in a rut.  Seems the same could be said of truckchasing here in the U.S.
I asked him what he thought the culprit was.  I told him I thought it was technology and everyone's quicker access to information that could be used by and against truckers and their admirers.  He agreed along the same lines stating how because of GPS tracking and other more sophisticated real-time tracking systems, it's nearly impossible for drivers to veer off their routes or stay somewhere too long without dispatchers giving them grief about it.  Sad.
So there you have it, folks. What killed the truckchaser?  Technology!

A "do me" shot from a popular list of some "Greg" guy. (hint-hint)

While there's a lot to be said for cellphones, the internet, chatting, and even texting.  All those are great for setting up a meet.  Making it happen, it seems once again, is the bitch.

Ben Roethlisberger Nude?

Naw, not really.

Just a little fun I had with Photoshop. But, oh... a guy can only dream.

It still intrigues me why Big Ben would get tripped up trying to score with some stuck-up hoochie who's probably into muffpie herself. Doesn't Ben know that he literally has thousands of good-looking women (and men) who would drop to their knees in a second for him? And I'm not talking about prayer, either. I'm talking about giving the man a good old cock massage using only your tonsils and the strongest of your throat muscles.

Ben, oh Ben. Say it IS so...

Signs You're Not a Passable Fuck-Buddy

You ever been out in public and you run into a fuck buddy while he's got his wife latched onto him? Do you say hello? Did he acknowledge you? Here are a few clues you might be one of these guys your fuck buddy might never greet out in public.

1. You're wearing a rainbow t-shirt and neon Lady Ga-Ga sarong.
2. You know what a sarong is.
3. His wife and you are both wearing the same blouse.
4. You sold his wife the blouse she's wearing.
5. His wife greets you as "the gay guy" from her Tupperware parties.
6. You've got the starring spot in this year's Gay Pride float.
7. You wear more jewelry and make-up than his wife.
8. You sell jewelry and make-up to his wife.
9. You scream a cheery hello at your buddy as you're being arrested in the park.
10. You're in a restaurant loudly discussing moisturizing secrets with friends.


Got any more? Lemme hear em.

Getting Today's Gadgets

Whew! Just went out to look at some new electronics since I haven't really bought anything new in a couple of years. I had that "get me a new toy" itch, and I thought I'd go out and price a few things to see what I could find and afford.

Well, the good news is there's a lot of new stuff out there that I'd love to get. Most of it just for play, and a bit of it could be really useful at home and on the road. The bad news? The shit is stupid expensive!

I wanted to get a smart phone. I'd have to pay at least $100 bucks and sign up for a 2-year contract. At about $60 bucks a month (and that's being cheap) I'd end up paying $1440, $20 activation fee, $100 for the phone - I'm looking at spending at least $1560 total. If I get the phone by itself with no contracts, I could spend anywhere between $350 to $600 bucks. Just for the smart phone. Doesn't sound too smart to me.

Another toy I wanted to look at that would be good for both home and on the road, would be one of those new tablets. No way I'm getting the I-pad. It's too strict about using its own software and its own applications. Good luck trying to get all my Windows shit to work with that i-pad. So that's out. I just saved myself at least $500 bucks.

A few decent tablets start out at around $200 bucks for some very basic stuff. The more fancier ones go up to about $650 and up. Some of them will drop a hundred bucks or so if you sign up for a year's contract with the phone company. I might go for a basic one for about $170 that I can use around the house and anywhere there's wi-fi. It's an Android based tablet, so I'm used to that.

For a long time I'd been wanting a PS3 because I've had a PS2 since the days of disco. I'm still happy with my PS2, and thought the PS3 would be the shit because of all the commercials. Not. I liked the fact it also doubled as a blue-ray dvd player, and somehow that justified my wanting to blow $300 bucks on one.

The first and biggest turnoff about the PS3, though, - it won't play PS2 games now. If you'd bought one when they first came out (for about $600) you might have gotten one that played the PS2 games, but no more. A PS2 runs for about $300 bucks now. Games average at about $60 bucks each. Want more than just the one controller that comes with the game? Another easy $60 bucks or so. The shit just adds up, don't it? (console+controller, extra controller, game = $460)

A friend of mine really put it in perspective yesterday when he said - "Man, for the price of the PS3, you can buy an ipod-touch (around $230) AND a blue-ray DVD player(around $100)." Excellent point.

So I hit the big box stores, everything averaged about the same price except for maybe a couple dollars difference. I was hounded by enough pimply-faced, barely awake sales folks asking me if I'd found everything I needed, then I packed up my shit and came home for the day. Window shopping can be really depressing, but it puts things in perspective.

Favorite Pics of 2010?

What were your favorite photos of 2010. (Either yours or you saw on the web.) Send them to me here and I'll post them for everyone to see.
If you don't want them posted, please let me know, and I'll just mention or describe them. I'd love to see what you guys enjoy, and start on getting more photos for 2011. Hope to hear from you. Email me at truckchaser@gmail.com. Remember you can follow TuffHawl on Twitter. @tuffhawl on Twitter. Follow him and say hello!

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011