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Truck Driver 1st Part Smell of Male

My name is Diego, and the summer I turned 18, I was awarded a scholarship to study. A cousin who works for an international transportation company got me a free trip from Barcelona to Moscow in exchange for keeping the driver company. I told him I didn't know how to drive a truck, but it wasn't necessary; the deal was just to accompany him, as he would find another colleague to return to Spain with on the way back with a different load. I accepted because I was excited to see different landscapes, and I wasn't in a hurry since classes wouldn't start for another 7 days. The truck was enormous, and it was driven by Tomás, a 26-year-old man with whom we started chatting right away. He was friendly, handsome, and had a very simple personality. Unlike me, who is a bit shy and has a reputation for being a serious and studious person among my peers. Tomás had the truck's cabin covered in posters and flags with half-naked women showing their breasts. He was muscular, with a large body, a two-day beard, dark skin, short hair, and green eyes; he dominated the enormous steering wheel with his thick arms and impressive biceps. It was very hot, and he was wearing shorts and a tank top.

As soon as we left, the truck's air conditioning broke down. We thought fixing it would be a waste of time, and since we were heading north, the temperature would drop, so we started the trip with the windows open. I was also wearing shorts, a bit smaller and tighter than his. I got on the truck at 10 am, and by 12 pm, I was sweating, soaking my short-sleeved shirt. We talked about motorcycles and cars; he loved speed and dreamed of buying a high-displacement motorcycle, telling me details I didn't know. After refueling at a gas station, I returned to the truck with some provisions: potato chips, Coca-Colas, and sandwiches. When I got back, I found Tomás with his chest uncovered and in his underwear. He had large, defined pectorals, no hair, and round, dark nipples with prominent tips. His body was like one of those handsome men you see in magazines or on TV sometimes. His underwear was soft white cotton, not too tight, but loose enough to hint at the curve of his penis and the roundness of his testicles. On his right side, his hairy buttocks were visible, spread out on the seat, and a lot of black hair went up to his navel.

"Come on, take off your shirt!" he said, and he didn't need to insist; the temperature was very high, and I was soaked. We started driving. "If you want to stay in your underwear..."

"No, thanks... I'm not wearing any," I said, "these pants have a mesh lining inside."

"Well, then, stay naked!" He was giving me a hard time, but it was something I had never done before in other circumstances. However, I had sweaty balls and longed for some air to circulate between them. Besides, this trip was an advent...