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.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Monday Meat: 01.29.2007
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
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
Sunday, January 21, 2007
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, January 15, 2007
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Black Ass at Trucker Motel
Damn, that was a hot fuck session! It had been ages since I'd laid pipe like that!
I hooked up with a young, black trucker who hung about eight inches and liked to have it played with. The best part was how he loved to have his ass fingered. I knew I was going to fuck him when I started caressing his ass, and slipped a couple of fingers into him. He squirmed, moaned, then whispered "Go for it."
Sweet!
I got a small dildo I'd taken with me for just such an occasion. I lubed everything up, then worked his tight hole while he gave me head. A few minutes later, I propped him at the edge of the bed with his knees to his chest. I sat in one of the cheap, hotel chairs and worked his hole with the dildo set to full vibrate. He was ready.
I slipped in carefully, my rubber dripped lube and helped me ease into him. I fucked him in about six different positions until I got too close to continue. "I wanna swallow it," he told me.
"Okay."
I took off the rubber, wiped off the lube, and let him deepthroat me until he got me close again. Without thinking, I grabbed his head and fucked his mouth until I shot my load into him. He coughed and gagged, but I never let him go until I was done.
A repeat? You bet that ass! I couldn't help but think how hot it would have been to see him gulping down my load and some other fucker plowing into his ass. Maybe next time.
-TC
I hooked up with a young, black trucker who hung about eight inches and liked to have it played with. The best part was how he loved to have his ass fingered. I knew I was going to fuck him when I started caressing his ass, and slipped a couple of fingers into him. He squirmed, moaned, then whispered "Go for it."
Sweet!
I got a small dildo I'd taken with me for just such an occasion. I lubed everything up, then worked his tight hole while he gave me head. A few minutes later, I propped him at the edge of the bed with his knees to his chest. I sat in one of the cheap, hotel chairs and worked his hole with the dildo set to full vibrate. He was ready.
I slipped in carefully, my rubber dripped lube and helped me ease into him. I fucked him in about six different positions until I got too close to continue. "I wanna swallow it," he told me.
"Okay."
I took off the rubber, wiped off the lube, and let him deepthroat me until he got me close again. Without thinking, I grabbed his head and fucked his mouth until I shot my load into him. He coughed and gagged, but I never let him go until I was done.
A repeat? You bet that ass! I couldn't help but think how hot it would have been to see him gulping down my load and some other fucker plowing into his ass. Maybe next time.
-TC
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Message Board Fuhkup Part 1
Tuesday night I decided to switch over the message boards to an upgraded version of the software after months of looking it over. I was bored with the old message boards, and I was frustrated by the limitations it had regarding uploading photos, and a lot of other cool stuff I wanted to do. So I took them down after reading and re-reading the instructions.
What I didn't count on was the limitations my own webhost had placed on me. Understandably, though, they have some very serious security protocols that I'm grateful for. I was confused, however, by the lack of support when it came to fixing the screw-up I'd single-handedly created. Now, don't get me wrong. I didn't expect anyone to drop everything they were doing and tend to my needs, but I was very confused when the people helping me gave the message boards I was using such bad reviews and suggested a third-party board hosting alternative. I was confused because it was the owner of the company himself who had originally suggested the specific message boards I was using, and he was very VERY helpful when it came to the topic of these message boards.
Now I'm being helped by some guy I'd never talked to, then by yet another stranger who sent me the obligatory "we appreciate your patience" email. I felt like I was reading the script for some nightmarish Verizon telephone recording right before I was connected to some overseas support desk. It's Saturday night now, and the last email I got was yesterday telling me they were still trying to figure everything out. I decided Thursday to say "fuck the upgrade" and I loaded everything back the way it was.
I've been able to access the administrative parts of the message boards, but I can't update anything, or unlock the message boards because of server settings that aren't letting me do what I need to do. This has really got me to thinking. I realize now this is not the sort of customer service I want. I realize now the degrees of separation between the owner of the company and myself have been great enough to leave me feeling less important a customer than when I last talked to the owner. In other words, I'm ready to cut back on the service I'm relying on these people for, and I'm going to start looking at third-party folks. Since I'll have to put the money on these 3rd party people, I'm going to cut back what I'm paying my current webhost and scale back their share of my website load and bandwidth. Everyone tells me I pay too much, anyway. When they told me this, I always justified it to them (and mostly to myself) that the price was worth every penny because of the customer service. Now that I'm not as important as I once felt I was, I cannot in good conscience continue this business relationship.
Step 1: Switch the emails.
More of this coming soon...
What I didn't count on was the limitations my own webhost had placed on me. Understandably, though, they have some very serious security protocols that I'm grateful for. I was confused, however, by the lack of support when it came to fixing the screw-up I'd single-handedly created. Now, don't get me wrong. I didn't expect anyone to drop everything they were doing and tend to my needs, but I was very confused when the people helping me gave the message boards I was using such bad reviews and suggested a third-party board hosting alternative. I was confused because it was the owner of the company himself who had originally suggested the specific message boards I was using, and he was very VERY helpful when it came to the topic of these message boards.
Now I'm being helped by some guy I'd never talked to, then by yet another stranger who sent me the obligatory "we appreciate your patience" email. I felt like I was reading the script for some nightmarish Verizon telephone recording right before I was connected to some overseas support desk. It's Saturday night now, and the last email I got was yesterday telling me they were still trying to figure everything out. I decided Thursday to say "fuck the upgrade" and I loaded everything back the way it was.
I've been able to access the administrative parts of the message boards, but I can't update anything, or unlock the message boards because of server settings that aren't letting me do what I need to do. This has really got me to thinking. I realize now this is not the sort of customer service I want. I realize now the degrees of separation between the owner of the company and myself have been great enough to leave me feeling less important a customer than when I last talked to the owner. In other words, I'm ready to cut back on the service I'm relying on these people for, and I'm going to start looking at third-party folks. Since I'll have to put the money on these 3rd party people, I'm going to cut back what I'm paying my current webhost and scale back their share of my website load and bandwidth. Everyone tells me I pay too much, anyway. When they told me this, I always justified it to them (and mostly to myself) that the price was worth every penny because of the customer service. Now that I'm not as important as I once felt I was, I cannot in good conscience continue this business relationship.
Step 1: Switch the emails.
More of this coming soon...
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Stocky Bear in the Woods
Quick update -
Was at the pickle park yesterday during working hours (managed to get out 'cause of the monthly doctor check-up) and saw plenty of lookie-loos cruising around. One in particular showed great interest. He looked like the guy most bear drawings are made from! Stocky guy, who would have normally been considered fat if he didn't have the broad shoulders and thick frame to go with his gut. Heavy 5 o'clock stubble, bushy stache, and a deep voice that made your balls vibrate when he talked.
We ended up in a wooded area behind the pickle park where he let me play with his pale, thick uncut cock until I worked up a slimy coat of precum on it. He loved to have his furry nipples licked and sucked on. He shot his load after I gently bit into his right nipple and made him jump. Rather than being all "cologned up", he wore a heavy musk scent that was powerful without being offensive. Talk about the ultimate aphrodisiac (sp?) for me!
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Recent adventure
A camphone pic from a recent motel gathering.
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Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Flashback: September 2, 2004
09.02.04 Blog
Add another notch to the bathroom/gloryhole scoreboard!
Tonight's glory hole beef belonged to a horned up trucker who loved to get head without the cumbersome details of conversation, physical contact or visual stimulation.
The busy truckstop was packed with men. There was heavy traffic at the fuel pumps, and even more traffic in the bathroom. But the loud and aromatic toilet traffic didn't stop my fat-dicked trucker from shoving his pecker through the hole in the wall for some relief.
A man in a rush, I caught him jacking off as I sat down in my stall and peered through the well-worn glory hole between our stalls. He saw me looking, and I pushed my nose through the hole a bit to let him know I wanted more than a show. He took my hint.
The trucker shoved his fat cock through the hole, and I wrapped my lips around it as best I could. I started my tongue manipulating ritual and got him worked up. Not less than a minute went by before I heard him breathe heavy, then he thrust his cock back and forth through the hole in the wall and into my mouth like he was fucking a favorite piece of flesh.
His spasms delivered a heavy load down my throat, after which he pulled out, tucked it all away then left. Swift, silent and happy.
Tonight's glory hole beef belonged to a horned up trucker who loved to get head without the cumbersome details of conversation, physical contact or visual stimulation.
The busy truckstop was packed with men. There was heavy traffic at the fuel pumps, and even more traffic in the bathroom. But the loud and aromatic toilet traffic didn't stop my fat-dicked trucker from shoving his pecker through the hole in the wall for some relief.
A man in a rush, I caught him jacking off as I sat down in my stall and peered through the well-worn glory hole between our stalls. He saw me looking, and I pushed my nose through the hole a bit to let him know I wanted more than a show. He took my hint.
The trucker shoved his fat cock through the hole, and I wrapped my lips around it as best I could. I started my tongue manipulating ritual and got him worked up. Not less than a minute went by before I heard him breathe heavy, then he thrust his cock back and forth through the hole in the wall and into my mouth like he was fucking a favorite piece of flesh.
His spasms delivered a heavy load down my throat, after which he pulled out, tucked it all away then left. Swift, silent and happy.
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