A Glimpse of Supreme Beauty at the World's Largest Truck Stop

I love driving crosscountry through Iowa.  The rest stops are interesting, with jogging trails that wind through prairies and woods, and there is a steady stream of cute guys walking to and from their cars.

But yesterday it was raining hard all day, plus nonstop construction -- you'd inch you're way through a construction zone, drive half a mile, and then see yet another sign "Construction Zone Ahead."

Only short rest stops, stuck inside, not enough time to explore.

Finally, late in the day, hours behind schedule, we made it to the World's Largest Truck Stop, also known as the Iowa 80 Truck Stop in Wolcottville, Iowa.




The World's Largest Truck Stop, also known as the Iowa 80 Truck Stop in Wolcottville, Iowa is a veritable trucker's mall, with every car part you could imagine, a food court, clothing, toys, accessories.    Plus a lot of services for truckers: a movie theater, a laundry, even a dentist and a chiropractor.

It gets thousands of visitors a day.  Usually a good place for beefcake watching, if you like beefy truckers and their broods.

But yesterday it was nearly empty.  Not a single hot guy to be found.  At least not in the food court; Bob rushed me in and out so fast that I didn't have time to check anywhere else.

Tired, frustrated, beefcake-bereft, we stopped into one of the gigantic gas stations with 10,000 lanes to get gas before pushing on to Rock Island.

Suddenly one of those small white panel trucks pulled up into the lane to our right and a little ahead.  The driver jumped out.  Young, in his twenties, pale, muscular, shaggy brown hair, wearing a dark green athletic shirt and short pants.

Intensely, insanely handsome, with the kind of face that makes you freeze in awe.

Our eyes met.  He smiled.  Then he began pumping the gas, his body shifting back and forth so that sometimes he was hidden behind a pillar.

What could I do?  I couldn't roll down my window and talk to him.  We were at a gas station in Wollcottville, Iowa, off to separate lives.

But I cold take a picture.

I pulled out my cell phone, waited for the camera function to load, and waited for him to sway in my direction.

But then Bob appeared, cleaning the windshield with a squeegee.

I didn't want him to know that I was snapping a photo of a stranger at a gas station, so I waited for him to stop.

Supreme Beauty swayed in and out, in and out.  How long did it take to fill a panel truck gas tank?

Finally Bob moved away.  He would now get into the car and start driving.

I had to act now.  Swaying or not, I snapped a picture of the most handsome guy I had ever seen.

It came out blurred, his supremely handsome features almost impossible to discern, his muscular frame reduced to a simple bicep bulge.

But at least I have the photograph to jog my memory.

And a reason to go back to Wolcottville

See also: A Gay Connection at a Gas Station in Rural Illinois

13 Guys in One Night at Bath House in Cleveland

Cleveland, July 2017

On the way back from New York earlier this week, we stopped in Cleveland.  I wanted to go to the Flex Club, a great gay resort/bath house.  Bob didn't want to go, but he said it was ok if I went by myself.

It's hit and miss.  Sometimes I can wander around the video room, the dark room, the leather room, and the saunas for two hours and get completely ignored by everybody and everything.  Sometimes I'm very popular.

I think of a night at the Flex Club as a success if I meet five guys in two hours.  But the other night, I was with 13!

1. Within a minute of going upstairs to the video room,  I was kissing a red-haired twink with a scrawny body but an enormous Mortadella.

2.That wasn't unusual: I tend to attract twinks.  So I still didn't know if this was going to be a good or bad evening.

A few minutes later, in the dark room, I saw a very handsome, hairy-chested guy in his 30s with someone else, so I joined in.  The second guy left, leaving me with Hairy Chest.  When I got on my knees, I saw that he was wearing lady's panties.  Weird, but a cock is a cock.  About 6".

3-5.  I sat on a bunk in the dark room, and an older black guy approached.  Big cock, one of those giant hernias.  He brought his two friends and "ordered" them to pull it out and let me go down on them.  Nice physiques, big cocks.

6.  A young bear lying on a bunk wanted to kiss and do interfemoral.

7. His friend, a chub in his 40s, joined us.  He went down on me.

8.  I started talking to an older guy in the leather room, and told him I was going to the dark room.  He followed me, but on the way I passed the room of someone I liked better: in his 30s, glasses, smooth chest, enormous penis.  He turned out to be a biology teacher.

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