Little Eddie Scissors

It takes me all of ten seconds to spot Little Eddie. You’d have been the same.

“The best truck stops are on a different planet to the worst. Fifty miles and a galaxy removed. Eddie works at one of the best. He isn’t the reason it’s so good. But his hot white ass sure contributes. Real name? Eddie. Scissors? He’s the inhouse barber. So yes, it’s real. It’s what it says on my phone, and he sure answers fast when I call. Fit me in, Eddie? There by five. Hit him up from fifty miles out and he’s ready for me as I pull in. Winks at me in the mirror as his thumbs take my neck and shoulders. Small man. Big, big hands. He’ll crack me free of any tension, snip snip till I’m Prince Charming, and then welcome my cock so far up his hole maybe we’ll discover that other galaxy after all.”