Mitch headed out to his beat up pickup truck. She didn't look like much, but he worked her over every weekend, keeping the engine in prime condition. He got in, and pulled the door closed. It slammed shut with a satisfying bang.
Mitch headed out, driving away from his less-than-pristine trailer, one big arm hanging out the window of his truck as he drove down to "Dirty Hawg's," a local bar. It might be called 'quaint' if dilapidated were a decorating style. He loved throwing back a few beers there, and could usually get lucky... He flexed his arm a few times, admiring the big bulging bicep in his mirror, loving the way his shoulders seemed to erupt from his flannel shirt, the sleeves cut off so as not to spoil the view.
Mitch pulled into the parking lot, next to a number of other trucks, older hatchbacks, and a trio of motorcycles. A small Honda Civic was parked to the side, not new, but clean, and very much out of place, a university parking sticker visible on the bumper. Mitch curled one sexy lip at the sight, but his cock stirred in his jeans. He wasn't much of one for book-learnin', but some of those college boys had sweet asses.
The big redneck walked into the place, grinning as he saw several eyes follow him. He strode up to the bar like he owned the place. "A Bud," he barked to the bartender, a friendly grin on his face. Hank, or "Hawg," as everyone called him, filled a pint glass with Budweiser, and put it down in front of Mitch. Mitch nodded in appreciation, and left three bucks on the counter. He turned, scanning the room, looking for tonight's conquest...