Convoy
A tractor and trailer slowed to a stop along highway 67 in Arizona.
Windshields from sixteen brand new Ford Mustangs glistened in the hot sunshine like real horses in a mobile stable made of steel.
A young man who had just finished sipping the last drop of coffee from a silver thermos bottle jumped from the steel steps below the small red door of the truck cab.
Dust clouds formed around Ryan’s Timberland boots.
He felt like a cowboy from Ponderosa. He tipped the visor of his red baseball cap down over his nose to stop the morning desert sunshine from giving him a headache.
The 23 year old lad from Pennsylvania pulled the copper zipper down on his size 32 x 34 Levi’s jeans and released his penis into the open prairie. It rolled out like the large rubber mud flaps on his truck.
He realized he may have been too tired to drive when he first thought he saw a toilet in the light brown sand.
The trucker held his hose like a fireman.
He pulled away an arm from the heavy slab of hot white meat to rub his eyes and clear the fog in his eyes from an all night drive.
It wasn’t a toilet, but a rattle snake in which he was pissing.
He slowly withdrew his large pecker and charmed the snake by humming a Margaret Rowe Clifford tune.
When the rattler shook it’s tail in delight of the presence of a stranger, Ryan whacked the snake over its fangs and finished pissing a scribble in the Arizona sand while running back to his truck.
Windshields from sixteen brand new Ford Mustangs glistened in the hot sunshine like real horses in a mobile stable made of steel.
A young man who had just finished sipping the last drop of coffee from a silver thermos bottle jumped from the steel steps below the small red door of the truck cab.
Dust clouds formed around Ryan’s Timberland boots.
He felt like a cowboy from Ponderosa. He tipped the visor of his red baseball cap down over his nose to stop the morning desert sunshine from giving him a headache.
The 23 year old lad from Pennsylvania pulled the copper zipper down on his size 32 x 34 Levi’s jeans and released his penis into the open prairie. It rolled out like the large rubber mud flaps on his truck.
He realized he may have been too tired to drive when he first thought he saw a toilet in the light brown sand.
The trucker held his hose like a fireman.
He pulled away an arm from the heavy slab of hot white meat to rub his eyes and clear the fog in his eyes from an all night drive.
It wasn’t a toilet, but a rattle snake in which he was pissing.
He slowly withdrew his large pecker and charmed the snake by humming a Margaret Rowe Clifford tune.
When the rattler shook it’s tail in delight of the presence of a stranger, Ryan whacked the snake over its fangs and finished pissing a scribble in the Arizona sand while running back to his truck.
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