He loves driving a rig, except for the long, lonely nights. His life resembles a roller coaster. No matter what he does to make things better, it feel... like someone is out to make sure his life is a living hell, twenty-four seven.He closed his eyes, letting his mind travel twenty years back in time. He was so happy then. As the image of Pamela came into view, she was the first woman he had ever loved totally, unconditionally. They had made plans to spend eternity together, until someone took. "Oh, Michael, that is so good. Oh, I want to fuck you. Right on the floor," and she leaned me backward until I was stretched out on the floor, then got up over me, held my cock, and squatted down pushing me deep inside her. "It's okay, I'm on the pill," she whispered."Oh, yeah, oh, Michael, that is so good, yes, do I feel good to you? You like my pussy? Does it feel good?" Oh, this is great, you are so beautiful and sexy. You make me feel so good. And, Joann, I just love your pussy, inside and. We laughed a lot, drank, smoked, I tried to be part of them although most of their slang was lost on me. My neighbor kept giving me the alcohol, and joints, and nice cajun baked fish. they kept talking with me, about anything, if i could play some nice, sexy music, they asked, suggesting Al Green or Barry White, so I played that, all night, feeling increasingly horny, to the point that my hands got a little sweaty, and my penis erect, like i had just swallowed a combination of xtc and viagra.. After my orgasms, reality would slam home like a truck. I was sucking dick regularly now, a co-worker thought I was gay, and those things would never go away. Neither would the feeling of a cock pushing my anus open. I had made it this real, so far, and it was an exhilarating experience, but this would take things to a whole new level. A level that was helped by the fact that one of my co-workers mentioned their marijuana use. I had not been at the top of, or even truly in any social structures.