He was standing directly in my line of sight, only some three feet away. About 6'2" and very muscular with big shoulders, he wore scruffy coveralls unzipped to about his navel, revealing he had no shirt on underneath and a nice furry pelt. By the way his package moved in his crotch, I suspect he was both well hung and naked underneath his coveralls.
The service station had one of those annoying flatscreen TVs that play endless commercials and he made an earthy remark to me about that. I replied with something unremarkable, then he asked me about my car. Notwithstanding he had a scruffy, scowling expression on his face, he was very chatty and friendly. We ended up talking about nothing in particular for maybe ten minutes whilst we also both went inside to buy a beverage.
The guy below reminded me of the truck driver at the service station. He was not handsome, but his body was very nice and he was very masculine. He stood quite close to me when we spoke and was quite tactile, touching me lightly several times on the forearm, shoulder, or chest.
My gaydar was totally confused. He had no wedding ring and seemed not to notice a very attractive young woman filling her convertible at a nearby island. Outwardly, in appearance or mannerisms, there was nothing about him that said "queer." I favor gay men who are very masculine, and actually thought my boyfriend was straight when I first met him, but the truck driver was even more of a mystery.
I am entirely monogamous so even if the truck driver was queer and desperately looking for an afternoon delight, that wouldn't have happened. Maybe he was just a gregarious straight guy. He made no overtures whatsoever except that he was very friendly. He remained a very hot mystery.
The hot amateur guy appearing in this post came from the fantastic Todd's Bear Blog.
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