Runaway Chapter 10
Runaway Chapter 10
By
LaloGS
Fiction
We all walked into the diner that was across the parking lot next to the motel. I stood in the entrance looking over the crowd of people eating breakfast. I finally spotted Marty sitting alone in a booth for four near the back by the toilets. “There he is.” I led the way through tables to where he was sitting. Several truckers spoke to Al as we passed, and he stopped several times to speak to friends while Jess and I continued back to join Marty.
Al joined us shortly after Jess and I had slipped into the naugahide bench seat, me next to Marty and Jess opposite. Al slipped in next to Jess, and I introduced them to my new friend. They all shook hands, and then started looking at the menu.
“We ought to eat a big meal here, if we get caught in that storm that’s pounding California, we might have to spend time in the sleeper for a while.” Al looked at Marty as he finished speaking.
“You might be right about that Marty. I’ve been there before, and I’ll bet you have too.” Al laid the menu down and looked around for the waitress.
“Yeah, last year, I got stuck in Wolf Creek Pass after a blizzard shut down the road. I nearly froze my nuts off in the sleeper that night before the ploughs cleared the road for us. There was about forty trucks stuck along side the road.”
“I remember that. Some of the boys were saying it got down below zero that night.” Al caught the waitress’s eye, and she nodded that she’d along soon. Truckers were always itching to hit the road.
“Yeah,” Marty said, laying his menu down, and taking a sip of the coffee he’d been served before we arrived. “I think it was the freeze that kept more snow from really packing us in. It doesn’t snow like that where I come from.”
“Where’s that?” Jess asked.
“Oklahoma panhandle. Chickasaw, to be exact.”
“How far is that from Amarillo?” I asked, slipping a hand onto Marty’s leg under the table. He glanced at me and grinned.
“A hop skip and a jump Bob.”
“’Bout an hour’s drive if you put the peddle down.” Al was tapping his shirt pocket, and I knew he was itching for a smoke.
“You’re talking eighteen wheeler aren’t you Al?” Marty glanced at me still grinning, because my hand had found his semi-hard dick in his pant leg.
“Yeah. That’s ‘bout all I drive anymore.” Al leaned back, and looked for the waitress again and saw she was making her way toward us with a tray of cups and a coffee thermos.
“Well, I make it down to Amarillo in forty to forty-five minutes in my Mustang.” Marty took another sip of coffee just as the waitress arrived and started distributing cups the three of us late arrivals. She filled the cups, and topped off Mary’s again before setting the half full thermos pitcher on the table and getting out her order pad.
“I’ll have the sirloin steak and four eggs over easy some raw onion on the side, and a big glass of orange juice.” Al looked over at me.
“You want any toast with that sir?” The waitress had stopped writing in her short hand on the pad and looked at him expectantly.
“Oh. . .uh. . .you folks got any rye bread?” Al looked at her.
“Sure, how many pieces?”
“Four or five ought to do it for me.” Al handed her his menu.
The three of us left told her to bring us all the same order, because it sounded good. She wrote a number on the pad, and said she’d be right back with the juices. She garhered up the remaining menus and headed for the kitchen. Al asked Marty what he was driving, and we listened to the pros and cons between Al’s Peterbilt and Marty’s Mack. They finally agreed that both trucks had good qualities and some drawbacks.
“Like everything else,” Jess said.
True to her word, the waitress was back already with four tall glasses of OJ. We all took long swallows of the bright orange liquid. I squeezed Marty’s cock, and he put a hand on mine, and moved my hand over to his thigh.
“I gotta walk out of here when I’m through eating Bob. I don’t want every Tom, Dick, and Harry in here seeing I’ve got the hots for you.”
“Do you?” He blushed, and ducked his head.
“I hardly slept a wink after you left last night.”
“Boy, not me. I think I was sound asleep five minutes after I climbed into bed.”
“I’m going to have a hard time staying with it on the road today. I wish I had some company.”
“Well you just might be in luck Marty. I’d like to ride with you to Frisco and maybe we could all stay in the same hotel there. Al has a reservation already.”
“Yeah, I’ll call ahead, and get the room with two queen sized beds. All four of us will be set then. No problem.”
“Well, I sure could use the company, and I was planning on spending my down time in Frisco sleeping in my cab.”
“No need for that. We can park the trucks in the secure lot at the depot and take the BART into town. The hotel I like to stay in is only a couple of blocks from the BART station. ?Course, I gotta warn you the place is a bit gay, if that bothers you at all.”
“After what Bob and me did together last night, I couldn’t sleep for wondering about myself.” Just then Fred and Dell stopped by the booth.
“Howdy boys. Just thought we’d stop by and ask if you had heard the weather report for California?” Fred smiled at me, but spoke to Al.
“Yeah. We just ordered a big breakfast just in case we get into it bad.” Al sipped his coffee. Fred leaned over and whispered in my ear. I smiled, and nodded. He straightened up and Dell patted my shoulder, and they went on down the row of booths to an empty one.
“What did he say?” Jess leaned across the table toward me and whispered.
“He asked if they could pay me another couple of hundred bucks next time we meet.”
“Why did he say that?”
“Cause that’s what I charged them for the pleasure of my company.”
“Why you slut!” Jess laughed.
“They paid you last night?” Al was holding his orange juice between the table and his mouth.
“You bet.”
“Wow,” Jess said. “Maybe I can make a few bucks on this trip.” Marty leaned toward me and whispered in my other ear.
“What’s he saying,” Jess asked out loud.
“He asked me why I didn’t charge him anything.” Marty blushed.
“Well,” Jess looked at me with questioning eyes. Al was looking too.
“Well, I didn’t charge Marty anything, because I liked him, and it was lust, not business.”
“Since when have you started charging for it?” Al set his glass down without having taken a drink.
“Since I heard how Jess was making money with it.”
“You gonna start charging me?” Al was looking at me intently.
“Of course not Al. I charged Fred and Dell, because they treated me like business. I should tell you I also did a trucker after them for another hundred name of Ernie. But I didn’t get off with any of them. I got back to the room after that, and you and Jess were so into each other you didn’t even know I was there. I went looking for somebody I could get off with, and found Marty.”
“Well, I ain’t never had to pay, and don’t plan to start now either.”
“Al,” I said. “With a dick like yours men ought to pay you for the privilege.” Al blushed a little.
“Ain’t that the truth,” Jess giggled, and wiggled his butt on the seat. “I feel like I was road by a fire hose trying to put out my fire. Thank god he didn’t succeed. I could go again this morning.”
“We ain’t got time if we don’t beat this storm. If we beat it, we can play again tonight in the hotel, but we gotta beat it first.” The waitress arrived with our orders, and since they were all the same, made no mistakes delivering them. We tucked in to the food, and ate while we joked and talked about the coming day. Once we were finished, Al and Marty went up to the cashier to pay, and Jess and I ducked into the toilet to piss. I needed to take a dump, and entered the stall at the end of the line. I wasn’t surprised to see a fair sized glory hole in the wall between the stalls. I glanced through, and saw a man sitting there with his pants around his ankles, stroking his cock. I hooked a finger through the hole, and he stood up immediately, and pushed his dick through into my mouth. I sucked him fast, and he must have been close, because in less than a minute, he shot his cum into my mouth.
“You going to take all day in there,” Jess said. I pulled off the already deflating dick, and swallowed.
“Be out in a minute,” I said. The man was already pulling up his pants and stuffing his semi hard cock back in his fly. He stuck a finger back through the hole and waved it at me in thanks. I tried to concentrate on my dump, but another man entered the stall, and wasted no time sticking his cock through the hole. I didn’t even get a chance to see him, but swallowed his dick down and started to suck him off. He pushed up hard against the wall, and I took him into my throat. He must have wanted to cum bad, because he started fucking my throat through the wall, and was soon spewing my tonsils with hot cum. He pulled out and in the same motion pulled up his pants, and I looked through the hole and realized I’d just blown Jess again.
“You fucker,” I whispered, and he laughed.
“Gotta keep practicing if we want to be a professional. Don’t we. I’ll pay you back at the hotel tonight if we make it.”
“Shit.” I finished my dump ignoring the next man who slipped into the stall, and hung his finger through the hole. I’m sure he didn’t have to wait long for a client, because a guy was waiting near my stall when I exited and went to
wash my hands.
“He any good?” the man whispered as I passed him, assuming I’d just gotten a blowjob from the guy in the stall.
“I wouldn’t know.” I hit the soap dispenser, and squirted the creamy cum looking stuff into my palm, and stuck them under the water.
Jess was waiting for me outside the restroom when I stepped through the swinging door. “Man you friend is cute, cute, cute! I’d love to have a go at him. Would you mind if I did?”
“I guess that would be up to him Jess.” We walked out to the entrance of the restaurant, where Marty and Al were discussing something as we approached. I heard Al say that he was fed up with women, and saw Marty nod.
“We better hit the highway boys. The last hump over the mountains is going to be slow, and let’s hope we don’t get rain or snow up on top.” Al started off toward where the Peterbilt was parked. I waved to him and said we’d see each other in Frisco. Jess gave me a light punch on the arm, and took off after Al.
“You take care of him Jess,” I said.
“And you take care of Marty, Bob.” He giggled and ran off after Al as he turned between to big rigs on the lot.
Marty was standing there looking tired. I took his arm, and we started down the steps of the entrance. “Where are you parked?” He looked around, and pointed toward a big Mack with a shiny English Bulldog mounted on the stubby hood. His truck was beautiful, black and dark green, with a rust red racing stripe. When we reached the truck, I found my new friend’s full name was Marty Strange, as it was painted on the door of the cab. “Let me guess,” I said. Your nickname when you were in school was Mighty.” He groaned and then laughed.
“I was hoping I’d lost that after I started driving for a living. I used to hate it when the kids called me that.”
“Well, I won’t repeat it, but I kind of like it.” We climbed up into the cab of the rig, and Marty started the big diesel engine and let it rumble under us while he up-dated his log book.
“Man I feel like warmed over shit this morning. I kept running what happened last night through my head, and didn’t sleep a wink. I think I stayed hard the rest of the night. I gotta tell you Bob, that I’ve never felt anything like what we did in bed last night. My girl Debbie, won’t let me fuck her until we’re married, but she does occasionally give me a hand job. I guess technically, I was a virgin until last night. I had a great time. How about you?”
“Well, I loved it too. I’m not much beyond being a virgin myself, and Al was my first experience other than a hand job by a girl a couple of years ago.”
“So you’ve only had gay experiences?”
“I guess that’s right. I’ve never really been attracted to girls.” Marty had dropped into gear, and the big machine growled and began to creep forward. “There’s Al and Jess,” I pointed at the red Peterbilt just preparing to enter the on ramp to the highway. Marty shifted, and pulled in behind another truck that was just behind the Peterbilt.
“After last night, I had to do a lot of soul searching, and I realized, that I’ve not had much interest in girls either. What I really liked, was to look at the guys in gym class, and especially in the showers. I guess that pretty much makes me gay doesn’t it?”
“Well, I can’t answer that definitively, but I’d take a wild guess that you’ve hit the nail on the head. I was the same way; except, I couldn’t get into the showers with the guys without getting a bone.” He laughed, and nodded his head in agreement.
“Fuck, I was so horny in high school that I had to jack off half a dozen times a day, but then most of the guys did. There was one toilet out by the football field, that smelled like cum all the time. The teachers never went out there, and it must have had a gallon of jizz dumped on the floor every day.” He laughed again, and followed the other trucks out onto the highway. We were silent for a few minutes while he worked through the gears getting up to speed. Ahead of us loomed the hazy wall of the Sierras. We had a long haul ahead of us, and I knew Marty was already tired starting out.
“I was too.” I said, leaning back against the seat.
“Was too what?” He said glancing over at me.
“Horny as hell in high school.”
“You never got with another guy?”
“Too shy I guess. There was one dude I would have given anything to hook up with, but he always had a girl hanging on him. Man he walked around half hard all the time. I was sure he was getting his fill of pussy when ever he wanted it. He was the star halfback on the team, and that slick uniform over his tight little ass made me nearly cream my pants at every game.” Marty laughed again.
“Sounds like Chet Foreman at Chickasaw High. Fuck, he was so hot, I walked around half hard just thinking about all the pussy he was obviously getting. I realized last night I was half hard over him, and not his slut girlfriends. Well, we live and learn.” We drove in silence for a few miles.
“So,” I finally had my thoughts in order for what I wanted to know. “You think you really are gay then?” He looked over at me.
“Shit, I don’t know. . .I still care for Debbie I guess, and maybe last night was just horny talking. I was tired of jerking off every night, and just before we met up in the game room, I had been laying on my bed in the room listening to the two guys next door having a good time. The springs in their bed were bouncing like there was no tomorrow.”
“How did you know it was two guys?”
“’Cause, women aren’t allowed on the top two floors of the motel, besides, I saw them going into the room earlier as I was coming back to my room from getting some ice.” I nodded. “They didn’t waste any time getting down to it either. I could hear one of them yelling for the other one to fuck him good and hard. I finally had to leave the room. It hadn’t been more than fifteen minutes when you found me in the game room. Having you between me and that video game machine was more than I could bare. You could feel the results between your butt cheeks couldn’t you.”
“Yeah. I sure could.”
“So what were you doing there?” I told him I was feeling the need for something with a little more feeling than my previous encounters that night.
“I liked the way you looked, and I was impressed with your gaming skill. I also was hoping something would happen. Tell you the truth, you looked hot, and I was praying you were gay, or at least open to experiment a little.”
“Well, how was I?”
“I’m riding with you this morning aren’t I. Doesn’t that answer your question?”
“You struck me as hot too. I like the way your hair is tipped with blond highlights. I was hoping I’d at least get a blowjob from you. I was so horny, I was leaking in my pants.” I laughed.
“So how is it this morning?”
“Feel,” he said. I reached between his legs, and found him hard as stone, trapped in the leg of his jeans.
“You want me to do something about this?” I squeezed his stiffness, and he moaned a little.
“Just hold it and squeeze it for me now ant then. I need to concentrate on the driving, and that will help me stay awake.”
“I can do more than that if you let me get it out and suck on it for you.”
“No. As tired as I am, I think I’d fall asleep at the wheel if I dumped a load right now. But later for sure.” We rode along, looking at the scenery as we began to slow down on a long grade. Marty shifted down into lower gears, but still our speed continued to drop off. Three truck ahead, with a sprinkling of private cars n between, I could see Al’s Peterbilt. I wondered what they were doing and talking about.
“What do you think Al and Jess are talking about?” I looked over at Marty yawning,.
“You can call them on the radio if Al has one.”
“He does, but he only likes to use it for business purposes.”
“Well, that’s a good idea, but truckers talk to each other all the time. You’ve ridden with him, doesn’t he gossip on air?”
“Not that I ever heard. He’ll get on to ask if the roads are clear ahead, or if there are any speed traps he ought to be aware of, but not much else.”
“What’s his handle?”
“I’ve heard other truckers call him Big Al.”
“That’s it. I’ve heard his handle before on the air.” He unhooked the mike, and spoke into it.
“This is Strange Times, looking for Big Al, come back.” The radio crackled.
“Big Al commin’ atcha Strange Times. What can I do for you?”
“Strange Times giving you a holler Big Al. I got somebody wondering how things are coming along.”
“Who’s that Strange Times?”
“Your friend and mine Little Bob. Come back.”
“Put him on, and I’ll let him squawk at Jessie James. I’m burnin’ rubber to beat the storm. Come back.”
“Yeah Big Al. I read you five by five. Burning rubber sounds like the best idea. I’m handing off to Little Bob. Come back.”
“Good deal Strange Times. Here’s mister James.” The next voice I heard was Jessie’s.
“What do I do? Press this button and talk? Hello, hello, Bob is that you?”
“Say come back, when you are through talking and let up on the button. He can’t talk to you until you make a closed mike.” Al’s voice sounded hollow.
“Come back.” Jess let his mike go dead.
“Little Bob here Jessie James. . .Just checking on how things are going up there. We’re about six trucks back. Come back.”
“Oh it’s a handful alright, and I think we got a leak of some kind of clear liquid. Come back.”
“Maybe you ought to taste the clear liquid to see if it’s sweet. Come back.”
“I’ve already done that. It is sweet to my taste. Come back.”
“How do you plan on fixing the problem? Come back.”
“The same way I usually do. A little spit and some friction. Come back.”
“Works every time doesn’t it? Come back.”
“Hasn’t ever failed yet. Come back.”
“Keep us informed how it comes out. Come back.”
“I will. But how are you doing? Come back.”
“I’ve got a handful too, but the hose might be too worn out to do much good. Come back.”
“Well, you keep us informed if you need any help. Come back.”
“I haven’t needed any help so far. I’ve got things under wraps right now, but I keep squeezing out what I can. Come back.” At this point another voice broke into our conversation.
“This is Handy Andy. Sounds like you all need a spare hose, and some friction tape. Come back.”
“Hi Handy Andy. A spare hose is always nice to have, but I’ve got plenty of friction, Come back.”
“Hey who am I talkin’ to? This is Handy Andy. Come back.”
“Sorry Handy Andy. You’ve got Jessie James and Little Bob. Come Back.”
“Handy Andy here. Where are you guys headin’. Come back.”
“Jessie James here, we’ll be in Frisco if the rain don’t wash out the road. Come back.”
“Good deal, Jessie James, I’m due there tonight myself. Maybe I can lend you a new hose. Come back.”
“Like I said Handy Andy, I’ve got plenty of friction, but a new hose is always welcome.” A new voice joined in here.
“Wee Willy commin’ atcha. Is there gonna be a party? Come back.”
“There’s always a party in Frisco. Handy Andy here. Come back.” The conversation was taken over by Andy and Willie, with several other voices joining in. I hung the mike back on its peg, and just listened. Jess was still participating now and then when the subject caught his imagination.
“Jessie James to Wee Willie. How big is your rig Wee? Come back.” Somebody pressed their mike button and laughed at that.
“Wee Willie here. Let’s just say my handle don’t do it justice. It’s an all nighter after a long haul ‘cross country from New York City. Come back.”
“Sounds like it might come in handy later on. Come back.”
“Are you talking to Handy Andy? Come back.”
“Of course Handy. We’ll see you later.” The air went silent, and the first large drops of rain began to splatter the windshield. All the drivers began to concentrate on the road conditions, because the first slick of rain on a greasy road made it more dangerous.
“Do they always talk like that Marty?”
“Yeah, mostly, unless they are discussing business, or sending out a warning.”
“They all sound like horny gay men.”
“Might be horny, but I’ll bet more of them are straight, that like to get off with guys because they don’t feel it’s like cheating on their wife or girlfriends. I’ve heard a lot of talk like that in the truck stops. My daddy told me all about the phenomenon when he gave me the Mack. He thought he was telling me what I needed to know to avoid those sorts of parties. And I have until last night. Fuck, I’ve been missing out on all the fun and games for a year and a half. I now think my ol’ man was partying right along with the rest of ‘em. He knew too much about what goes on when these guys get together.” I squeezed his hard cock again, and he smiled at me.
“You think he does it with men?”
“Has to be. He had a couple of close buddies that were drivers, and when ever they come through Chickasaw, they always stop over night at the motel, and he alwaysgoes out to see ‘em and have what he calls a few drinks with them and talk over old times. He always walks funny for a day or two after. I’ll bet he takes it up the ass.”
“What about your mom?” I squeezed him again as the rain began pouring down in buckets.
“My folks divorced about five years ago, and my mother remarried a dentist fellow. Me and her new husband don’t get along very well, so I stayed with my dad. He never bothered with finding another wife.” A bolt of lightning struck a stand of pines on a hill a few hundred feet from the road, and the clap of thunder felt like it was right in the cab with us. My ears were ringing.
“Holy cow!” I squeezed his cock hard, half in fright.
“Ooooh man you keep that up and I’m gonna cum in my pants.” He was gripping the wheel tightly with both hands.
“Maybe I ought to take it out and relieve the pressure.” I grinned at him.
“Could be a good idea, but if this keeps up, I’m going to pull off at the next rest stop and let it rain. No since in taking a chance in this shit. If it doesn’t let up, there’s a rest area about fifteen miles ahead. We can get in the sleeper, and see what happens. Why don’t you get on the horn and tell Al and Jessie what I’m thinking.”
“Right.” I grabbed the mike, and depressed the button.
“Little Bob, looking for Big Al or Jessie James. Come back.” There was a moment of dead air, then the speaker crackled with static.
“Jessie James here Little Bob, what can I do for you? Come back.”
“Strange Times doesn’t like the road conditions. He’s tired, and we are going to pull off at the next rest area until the rain clears. Come back.”
“Jessie James here. We were just talking about doing the same thing if the conditions haven’t improved by the time we get there. Come back.”
“Little Bob here. Keep in touch.” I hooked the mike up, and squeezed Marty’s cock again. He had developed a nice wet spot the size of a silver dollar on his pant leg.
We drove through the worsening storm, both of us squinting through the wipers that were working in overdrive and not doing much good. We’d traveled about ten miles, when the radio crackled with static again, and Jess’s voice sputtered into the cab.
“Jessie James here. We’re pulling off the road. This craps getting too hard to see through. Come back.” I grabbed the mike.
“I read you loud and clear Jessie. Save us a spot if you can.” I hung the mike back on its peg, and resumed watching through the wall of water we were navigating for the rest area sign. “There it is,” I pointed to the blur of metal and words on the side of the road. “One mile on.”
“Gottcha. Marty started down shifting, and brought the straining engine out of its high pitched grind up the grade. We approached the pull off, and took it easily. The rain was coming down in such torrents, that it took a while before we began to see the dim blurred shapes of trucks and cars lining both sides of the central rest stop. We found a slot for the Mack about three places beyond the Peterbilt. It was coming down so hard and heavy, that no one moved out of their vehicles. Marty killed the engine, and we sat there for a time just watching it rain.
“You want to climb in the back?” I squeezed his cock again, which had gone spongy under the cloth.
“Why not. I could use some relief, and maybe we can catch some shut eye until it stops coming down like a river.” I climbed into the sleeper cab first, while Marty started kicking off his boots. I sat on the edge of the small bed, and shucked my boots and clothes. There was a chill in the air, ad I felt my old goose bumps tickling my arms and legs. I stripped off my briefs, and wrapped myself in the blanket I found folded up at the foot of the bed. Marty crawled in and started unsnapping his shirt buttons. I reached for his belt buckle, and helped him. By the time he was nude, his hard-on had returned, and mine ad never left.
We laid down under the sheet, and I arranged the blanket over us. Marty closed his eyes, and I leaned down over him and kissed him. He put both hands on either side of my head, and pushed his tongue into my mouth. We made out like that for a few minutes, before he broke the clinch, and asked me to suck his cock.
“I’m too tired to be good for much more. Swing around here, and I’ll suck yours too.” His voice was wavering a bit, and I knew he was dog tired, and this was likely the best I could expect. We were both close from the drive, and he choked a little on my wad, but stayed with it until he’d swallowed my whole load. He took a little longer to bring off, but when he finally did cum, he moaned, and humped into my throat while he shot.
We laid quietly together with my head on his shoulder, while he drifted off to sleep. He was stroking my hair one moment, and the next, he was snoring gently in my ear. I stayed with him for a while until I realized I needed to piss. The rain had slacked off a little, and I dressed, and found a battered old umbrella behind the driver’s side of the front seat. I cracked the door on the driver’s side, and stuck the umbrella out above the rim. I opened it and found it had a good sized hole in one side.
I hopped down, and ran for the toilets. Once under the awning of the building, I saw there were several people waiting there out of the rain. I made my way to the men’s side, and found it contained four stalls, and six urinals. There were two men standing at the urinals, and I thought I could see a couple of stalls were occupied. I decided to use a stall, and took one next to the last in the line. That placed me between the two occupied stalls. The place was well lighted, bright even after the gloom of the storm outside. I hung the umbrella on the coat hook of the door, and dropped my jeans. I sat down on the stool, and noticed immediately there were glory holes into the stalls on both sides. I looke through the hole on my right first, and saw the bare legs of an older man. From the shadow on the floor, I could tell he was pulling on a nice hard dick.
I looked through the hole on the left, and found an eye looking back at me. It was quickly replaced with a mouth and tongue wagging at me through the partition. I wiped my left forefinger up my ass crack, and stuck it into the mouth. The tongue went to work on it and the lips closed over my finger and the mouth began to suck it like it was my cock. I looked over at the right hole, and saw the guy there had put his hard dick through the wall, and was flexing it so that it bounced up and down. I took it in my hand, and thought about what I could do with these two opportunities. Finally, I decided to let the guy on the left, use his tongue to get my hole good and wet, while I sucked the hard cock through the wall.
I stood, and bent positioning my hole over the hole in the left wall. The tongue went to work on me like I tasted of candy. I slurped on the cock through the wall getting it good and sloppy wet. After a few minutes of this, I stood up breaking contact with the mouth on my right, and reversed myself. I pushed the head of the sloppy wet cock between my cheeks, and felt the guy strain to push more of his dick through the hole. I pushed back as well, and felt him slip into my cunt. I hung a finger through the hole on the right, and the mouth lost no time shoving a pretty hard dick through his glory hole. I swallowed him down, and pushed my ass against the wall behind me, giving the other guy room to manuver his thick cock fucking me hard as he could. I was grunting andslurping on the cock in my mouth, and heard a cough outside my door. I pulled off the cock in my mouth for am moment, and looked up to see an eye watching me through the crack of the door. I reached up and unlatched the lock, and a young guy quickly stepped into the stall and relocked the door. He dropped to the floor, and worked his way under me and swallowed my raging hard-on. I’d never had all parts of my body being pleasured like this before, and I felt like I was going to swoon for a moment.
What brought me back to my senses, was my mouth being flooded with cum. I started to swallow, but he pulled back and I lost him completely. His cock head was still squirting gobs of slick hot cum, and he painted my face with it. The cock fucking me began to pulse, and I moaned as I took the hint, and blew my load into the man sucking my cock while my fucker filled my guts with his jizz. He finished and pulled out of my ass, and dragged his red swollen cock back through the hole. The guy on the floor under me, sat up and I could see he had a nice hard-on in his pants. I pulled him up by the armpits, and went for his belt. Once he was naked from the waist down, I pushed him down on the stool, and slipped my hole over his flaring cock, and sat down on him. He pushed me vertical against the locked door, and came up with me. He held me by my shoulders, and began to pile drive his cock into my hole. He finally stiffened and shoved deep into my guts, and I felt his hot seed filing me. Not bad, I thought, two loads in five minutes.
When the guy finally pulled his wilting cock out of my ass, he sat back down on the stool, and pulled my butt toward him. He rammed his face between my cheeks, and began to suck cum out of my hole. This guy was wild. When he’d sucked me clean, me let go of my hips, and kissed my butt cheeks and licked around my worn hole.
I finally stood up, and pulled my jeans up over my half hard dick, and zipped up. He stood up next to me and did the same. I unlocked the door, and took the umbrella off the hook and tipped my finger to my brow and went out of the toilet where the rain had resumed its torrential downpour. While I stood there watching it, the young guy came out and stood beside me. He handed me a business card, which I glanced at, and slipped into my shirt pocket.
“If you’re ever in San Francisco, look me up.” He clutched his jacket to his throat with a fist, and ran into the rain. He jumped into a late model Mercedes, and sat there, after he’d started the engine, looking at me through the slashing wipers. Finally, he waved at me, and turned on his head lights and backed out to leave.
Two men were huddled against the wall talking in low tones, and I glanced at them. One gave me the high sign with a raise of his head. I looked around, and saw it was just the three of us, so I walked over to where they were huddled.
“That was one hot scene in there,” The guy who had high signed me tossed his head toward the toilets.
“Yeah, it was. Which one were you?”
“Here,” he said feel this and see if you can figure it out.” He took my hand and pressed it over a hard cock in his pants. I felt of it, and then turned around and pushed my butt up against it. He pushed back.
“Nice dick,” I said. “You want to go again?”
“Now?”
“Why not. My ride’s taking a nap in the truck. I’ve got time.”
“My buddy here has a mobile home parked in the lot. Maybe we can go out to it. Might be safer.”
“Sounds like a plan.” The other man grinned, and led off into the rain. I opened my shoddy umbrella, and ran after them. Once inside the RV, I told them we had to get to it since I had no idea how long the rain was going to keep the trucks off the road. The owner whose name turned out to be Dick, and his friend who was named Murphy, just Murphy, took me into the bedroom which was outfitted with a queen sized bed. We were soon stripped off, and had the RV rocking as I fucked Dick, and Murphy fucked me again. It took a few long minutes for us all to cum again, and I turned Dick over, and sucked his load out of his balls while he humped my face. Murphy spent this time rimming my hole, and sucking his own load out of me.
After we finished, they gave me a cola, and I pulled on my clothes, and Dick gave me a new umbrella without a hole, and both men kissed my cheeks as I went out the door. Marty was still sawing logs when I peeked in on him. I closed the door, and headed over to the Peterbilt. I rapped on the driver’s door, and Al stuck his head out from behind the pull curtain. He smiled at me and reached out to pop the lock on the door. When I opened it, the reek of sex poured out of the cab, and I realized the windows were steamed over. I climbed up into the seat behind the wheel.
“How you makin’ out?” Al sounded a little winded.
“I’m having a good time. Marty’s sleeping since he didn’t get any last night.”
“So how the fuck you having a good time then?” Jess stuck his head through the curtain behind Al. His face was flushed and he was sweating like a horse that had been run hard.
“I went to take a piss, and met a few guys in the toilets. So yes, I’ve been having fun.”
“Lucky son of a bitch,” Jess muttered. I grinned at him, and kissed Al on the cheek.
“How long do you think we are gong to be hold up here?”
“Another hour at least. I’ve seen these storms before.” Al reached down and ruffled my hair.
“Oh man,” Groaned Jess. “You want to trade places with me Bob. Al’s fucked me twice already since we stopped, and he looks like he’s ready to go again. I could use a rest. Maybe Marty will let me sleep with him.”
“Not a chance. You just want to go wake Marty up so you can play with him. He needs his rest if we are going to get back on the road in an hour. Maybe you could find Wee Willie. I’ll bet he’s pulled in here to weather the storm too. Do you know what he drives Al?”
“Yeah, that’s Willie’s rig over yonder.” He pointed through the dripping windshield.
“I’ll go over and see what he’s up to.”
“Why you?” Jess whined.
“Because I’ve got the umbrella.”
“Right, but if you don’t come back in five minutes, I’m going to join you no matter what’s going on over there.”
“What about me?” Al looked at Jess.
“Aren’t you all fucked out Al?”
“Hell no!”
“Maybe Handy Andy’s around.” I suggested.
“Now why in hell do you think he’s called Handy Andy?” Al harrumphed.
“No idea,” I said.
“He just likes to jerk off cocks. He won’t suck, and he certainly won’t let me fuck him.”
“Well then, there’s an RV parked a few slots down, and there’s two men that are up for anything. Come with me, and I’ll run you down there under the umbrealla.”
“Let me get some clothes on.” Al disappeared behind the curtain. Jess smiled at me and mouthed the word thanks.
Al and I dropped down to the wet ground, just as a clap of thunder rolled across the sky. I led him down the line of trucks until we reached the space the RV was parked in. I rapped on the door, and Dick answered.
“Come in before you drown!” Al and I crowded into the living area of the RV. Murphy was sitting at the table in his boxers, sipping a whiskey from the looks of it. There was a drink sitting on the table where Dick had been sitting before I knocked.
“This is my friend Al,” I watched as both men shook Al’s hand. He’s stuck here until the rain slacks off, and he’s horny as a rabbit in the spring.” Both men smiled, and I saw Murphy reach under the table and give himself a squeeze.
“Well, well,” he said. “It sounds like our prayers have been answered Dick. We were just sitting here wondering if we could drum up some more fun before we head back down the mountain and our wives.”
“Well,” I said, Al here can take care of you so you’ll stay satisfied for a few minutes at least.” I laughed, and Al chuckled too.
“Come over here Al, and let me get a look at the merchandise.” Al stepped forward. As Murphy reached for his buckle.
“Listen guys, I’ve got to go check out something else. Have fun.” I turned and started out of the door. I heard Murphy whistle, and Dick whimpered something about hitting the jackpot.
The rain was still pouring down when I reached Wee Willie’s truck. I pounded on the door, and A thickset face appeared in the window. He’d been laying across his seat.
He cracked the window and asked what I wanted.
“I’m Little Bob. You’re Wee Willie Right?” He grinned.
“I shore am Little Bob. You want to get in?”
“Just for a little bit. It’s Jessie James who wants to spend some time with you until this rain slacks off.” I climbed up into the cab, and shut the door. Willie has scooted across the seat, and was sitting sideways with one big leg tucked under his butt. I could see a substantial bulge in his crotch.
“So, what are you guys up to in this weather.”
“You know, just looking to have some fun. What about you?”
“I figured I’d have to wait until I get to Frisco before the fun time starts. I was just laying here wondering how long this fucking rain is going to keep me tied down.”
“Well, Big Al says it will be slow enough to drive in another hour or so.”
“You kin to Big Al?”
“Not kin, but we stick together.”
“You his boy?”
“I guess I am, but Al says he likes variety. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.” He chuckled, and his big belly shook like Santa’s.
“Well, now, are you the goose or are you the gander?”
“What’s the difference?”
“A goose takes dick up the ass, and a gander puts it up the ass.”
“I see. Well I guess that makes me a hybrid animal. I like it both ways. How about you?”
“Well now, I like it mostly playing the gander, but I also like to play like a cow now and then.”
“So what’s a cow like?” I was a bit puzzled with his barnyard references.
“You know, a cow likes to have her calf suck tit.”
“I get it. You mean you like to get blown.”
“Smart boy Al’s found himself.”
“Why don’t you get it out, and I’ll see what I can do.” He grinned broadly, and began to pop buttons and buckles on his coveralls.
He heaved himself up off his leg, and straightened it out which allowed him to pull his coveralls down to his knees. He wasn’t wearing briefs of any kind, and his big thick slab of cock flopped across his fat thighs. A big pair of hefty balls lay between his legs, rolling in their skin sack. I reached for him, and he sighed.
“I ought to warn you boy, I ain’t cum in a week. I hope you can manage when I do ‘cause I usually can fill a cup with my stuff.”
“I promise I’ll do my best.” I lifted his still slightly floppy cock, and began licking it to get it wet and ready. When he leaned back against the wall of the cab, I looked up and saw he’d closed his eyes and was enjoying my tongue bah on his privates. I took his plumb sized cock head into my mouth, and sucked around the rim while he moaned little sounds into the rapidly steaming air of the cab. I felt a slight jolt and looked up to see Jessie watching through the steamed over windows. I pulled off Willie’s willy, and told him that Jess was wanting to come in. I popped the door, and Jess wasted no time joining us.
“Willie says he’s a gander Jess,” I said.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Pull you pants down and I’ll show you Jessie James.” He tugged on the shorts Jessie was wearing, and they slipped off his tanned butt. “Man look at that creamy butt. You think your twat can take my dick?”
“I’ve has Big Al plowing my hole for a few times. I reckon if I can manage him I can manage you.” I held Willie’s cock upright, and watched it go completely stiff in my fist. I could hardly touch the tips of my fingers together around its girth. It wasn’t as long as Al’s, but it was just as thick. Jess tried sucking on it for a minute, but I realized he was just trying to lube it up with his spit.
“I got some butt lube in the glove compartment over there.” He pointed a stubby finger at the dash. I popped the door open and found a good sized tub of something called Axel’s Grease. It had a drawing of a big cock being pushed into a tiny hole between two ass cheeks. I wondered where he’d come across the stuff. It almost looked home made and put up in a used margarine tub. The label looked like it had been run off on a home computer printer. Everything about it was crude.
Jessie didn’t even pause to study the tub, but tore the lid off, and was quickly smearing the sticky stuff all over Willie’s big phallus. Once done, he handed me the tub, and before I could get the lid back on it, Jess was sliding down the pole like it was heaven. He ad his eyes shut tightly, and only opened them when he reached bottom.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
“I’m about to buddy. Willie pushed Jeff over onto the seat, and for a big man his quick movements surprised me and Jessie too. I was forced back against the passenger door, and Willie put one massive leg on the floor of the cab under the steering wheel, and folded the other under him on the seat. He had Jessie’s hips in a tight grip, and once in position, started throwing a massive fuck into Jessie’s asshole. The whole rig began to rock and roll as Willie’s massive body fat began to heave us all about. Jessie was huffing like a winded bull, and had grabbed my arm in a death grip. He had his eyes closed tightly, and his teeth were gritted. I couldn’t tell if he was enjoying it or in real pain.
Willie heaved his big cock into Jessie until my arm started going numb in Jessie’s grip. I started to try to disengage my arm, but Jessie pulled it under his body, and I realized he was trying to get me to take his cock in my hand. I took the hint, and just as I took it, he filled my palm with a load of jizum. The cab began to sweat like a demon with trickles of liquid coursing down ever surface. I held Jess’s dick tightly, and after a minute, he poured another gush of cum into my palm.
“Man, Jess,” I whispered. “He’s made you cum twice in a minute.” Just then, Jessie groaned again, and I felt another squirt across my palm.
Willie began to huff and puff, and I knew he was going to explode inside Jessie’s hole. Jessie’s eyes were trying to open, but all I could see were the whites. Willie shoved his big dick all the way in and than stiffened up onto his knees, lifting Jessie’s whole rear into the air impaled on his thick cock. Willie groaned again, and started shivering like he was cold all of a sudden.
“Shit,” Jessie moaned. “I can feel his load being pumped into me. It’s hot, and feels like a gallon.” Willie pumped into him a few more times, shivering the whole time until he finally let out a long sigh, and dropped back onto his leg. This pulled his still thick piece of meat out of Jessie’s asshole, and a gush of cum followed.
“Suck it out of him,” Willie demanded of me. I cupped my cum smeared hand over Jessie’s gaping hole, and he gradually turned his butt toward me. I leaned into the gap, and started lapping Willie’s hot cum out of Jessie’s wide open hole. Jessie moaned when my tongue entered him, and I looked up to see he had Willie’s dick in hs hands, and was licking it clean of his own ass juices.
Sucking Willie’s Jizz out of Jess was making me horny as hell. I knew Jess wouldn’t be up for another go anytime soon, and from the way Willie was heaving against the door drenched with greasy sweat, I didn’t think I could count on him either.
I finally felt Jessie’s stretched hole begin to try to pull itself closed, and gave his bud one last lick and sat up. I wiped a clear spot in the steamed window and saw the rain was slacking off again. I popped the door open, and a rush of fresh air poured into the cab.
“I’m splitting guys. I think it might be close to getting back on the road. I’ve got to go check on Marty.”
“Bye,” Jess smiled at me. He’d laid himself back in Willie’s naked lap, and was holding on to the fat man’s massive slab of cock like it was his new teddy bear.
“You going to get back with Al?” I asked as I dropped to the ground adjusting my stiff cock in my pants.
“I’m thinking about it,” he said, grinning and licking the side of Willie’s dick.
Back in the truck with Marty, I shook him awake, He’d been asleep for at least two hours. “Rain’s letting up. Al thinks this will be it, and we can get back on the road.” Just then, Al stepped up on the running board, and tapped on the glass. I rolled it down and Al smiled at me.
“Those two guys were somethin’ else. They couldn’t get enough of my dick. I’m happy now. Where’s Jessie?”
“Last I saw, he was hugging Willie’s dick like it was a teddy bear.” Al laughed.
“I’ll bet,” he said. Willie can throw a mean fuck when he’s horny. Cums like a water pump.”
“Boy does he ever.” I had to clean Jessie out after and I’m still burping his cum.
“Well I’d better go see if he needs rescuing or if I’m riding alone the rest of the way.” Marty stuck his head out of the sleeper and rubbed his eyes.
“What’s been going on while I was asleep?”
“Nothing much,” Al said, just the usual sort of stuff when friends get together with time on their hands.” Marty slid out of the sleeper onto the seat next to me and started pulling on his boots.
“Man I gotta piss like a horse.” He popped the driver’s door, and dropped to the ground and headed for the toilets.
“You ought to go with him,” Al said. We got a long haul into Frisco. We won’t get in until after ten tonight with this rain delay. You don’t want to be stopping at every rest stop to piss.” He dropped off the running board, and waved as he headed for Willie’s rig down the lot. I dropped out of the cab, and headed for the toilets again. Once inside, the scene had changed dramatically. A man was standing at the urinals with two little boys in tow. He was pissing while the boys were looking around. Marty was standing at the last urinal and I took the one beside him. I pulled my dick out and started to pee. I glanced down at the guy with the kids, and he was pulling on a stiff cock, and leaning back to show me.
“Fuck,” I whispered. The whole fucking world is gay.” Marty shook off, and glanced down the line of urinals at the man, who was smiling at the two of us. “Watch this,” I said, and put my dry dick away, and headed for my favorite stall. I locked the door, and sat down on the stool. I heard Marty got to the sinks and start to wash up. The door in the next stall swung open, and I heard him lock it.
One of the kids asked him if they could play out side looking for frogs and bugs. “Sure Billy. I won’t be too long.” With that, he pushed his stiff cock through the hole, and I swallowed him to the wall.
End
Runaway Chapter 11
By
LaloGS
Fiction
Al’s foray into weather predictions proved to be true, and although we drove through rain squalls off and on during the late afternoon and into the night, none of them were bad enough to slow us down much. I spent the time telling Marty about my miserable home life, and he filled me in about his. By the time the lights of San Francisco were illuminating the horizon, with a great black void beyond it that Marty said was the Pacific, we had a pretty good understanding of each other.
“Why if you knew this about yourself, that men turned you on, did you decide to hook up with a girl, and ask her to marry you?”
“Fuck,” he muttered. “I guess coming from Phoenix, you don’t know what it’s like growing up in a little town like Chickasaw. Every body knows every body, and they also know everything that’s going on in town. I remember when I was a sophomore, there was a rumor went around that this guy that had moved to town, a few months before had asked another bachelor in town to go fishing with him. After they got out on the lake, the new guy started trying to grope the one who grew up in Chickasaw. He got himself a good punch in the snoot, and once the story got around, he was made aware that we didn’t like his kind in our town. I learned that lesson real good. I felt sorry for the guy, but I was also part of the bunch that threw eggs at his house and car every night until he packed up and moved out.
I wasn’t proud about doing it you understand, but I knew that when my friends told me to come long and help run the faggot out of town, that if I didn’t go along with them, suspicion would fall on my back. I did what I had to. Besides, Chickasaw wasn’t the best place in the world to try going against the grain of society. When Debbie and I started going with each other my senior year, I think tings got easier for me in town. It was like the whole place was watching to see which way I was gonna come down. I hadn’t dated girls at all until Debbie, and since I usually hung with my male friends, and they were all busy trying to get into every cunt they could, I was beginning to look a little strange.” He laughed. “That’s how I got the nickname Mighty.”
“Well, I can understand why, but, I mean. . .Didn’t you think about how you were going to feel once you’re married to her that what really turns you on is dick, and not cunt?”
“I suppose it crossed my mind. I don’t really know what I was thinking, it was all so confusing. Maybe I figured I’d be on the road so much of the time, that she wouldn’t want me to fuck her that much. She did say though that once we were married, she wanted a dozen kids.”
“Sounds like she had a lot of fucking in mind.” I grinned at him, and rubbed his shoulders.
“God, how am I going to tell her?”
“What? That you’re gay?” He nodded, his face strained in the dim light from the dash. “Well, if Chickasaw is like you say, I recommend you keep your mouth shut, and just call it off with her. After a while, she’ll get over it and you’ll be free to do what you want.”
“That’s gonna hurt her and her family for sure.”
“Maybe so, but it won’t hurt them as much as you would be hurt if you just up and declared at Sunday dinner that you dig cock instead of cunt.” He laughed and looked over at me.
“Man I could just see her ol’ man when I said that. He’d go for the shotgun in a jiffy. I’d be lucky to get out of the house alive.” He laughed again, and put his right hand on my leg.
“Maybe you could just leave town and not bother to return.”
“Where would I go?”
“Hell, come down to Amarillo. It’s a bigger wide spot in the road, and you wouldn’t have to worry about who you are so much. Besides, Al and I live there just outside of town, and we could hook up when we wanted.”
“I’ll think about it, and let you know. You sure Al won’t mind us dicking around all the time?”
“Shit no. He dicks around all the time himself. He likes variety in his sex life. He sure isn’t going to object if I’m of the same opinion when it comes to cock. The more the merrier. By the way, Al has reserved a double room for us tonight at a hotel he knows in Frisco. It looks like it could end up being a lot of fucking fun. We plan on staying a few days before accepting another load and going home or at least back east. You know Jessie is hot for your bod, so don’t expect to be left alone.” He grinned at me, his eyes twinkling in the dim light.
“So, I meet up with you, and we fuck like rabbits, and before I know it I’m a full fledged fag.”
“Admit it, you’re enjoying dicking around with me.”
“I do. What we’ve had together so far has been great. I’ll have to see about the other stuff.”
“OK, that’s what I wanted to hear. You can only move forward at your own pace. You can’t force anything like this, because it’s your real life.”
“Is it ever. I’m still not sure I don’t want a wife an kids.” He down shifted for traffic, and gripped the wheel harder.
“You know, Al was married for a lot of years. He thought he was happy, raising a few head of cattle, driving his truck to make ends meet, and I can swear to it that he had plenty between his legs to satisfy any woman, but he came home from a long haul,, and found her in bed with the hired help. A Mexican guy half his age. She took off with her lover, and filed for divorce. It must be a hazard for truckers that have a wife. They’re o the road so much, the wife gets lonely, and pretty soon anything in pants starts to look good. And you know and I know, men think with their gonads, and will actually fuck anything offered whether it’s a pussy or an asshole.
‘Think about it. You tell me you think your dad was dicking around on the road, and obviously your mom was entertaining as well while he was gone. Do you really want to put your life on that train track headed for a wreck?”
“I hadn’t given it that much thought.” He down shifted again. Traffic into the city was beginning to pile up.
“Like I told you back there in the mountains, my folks have done nothing but fight with each other since I can remember. I wouldn’t call their relationship a happy one. My dad thinks I’m some other man’s kid. He doesn’t like me much, but now that I’m away from the two of them, and living my own life, I think I can begin to see what their problem is with each other.”
“Yeah?” A little VW cut in front and Marty tapped the air brakes to give him room.
“Yeah. I think they love to hate each other. Other wise, why haven’t they gone their separate ways before now.”
“Good point.”
“I’ve wondered about their sex lives together for a long time now, and I came to think it was nonexistent. My mom is probably happy about that, because the one time she got pregnant with me, it caused her life to turn to grief. My dad. . .well, I don’t know about him. I mean pressure builds up, you know. Maybe he jerks off in the shower, but I doubt it. For several years now, I’ve noticed he sometimes takes off and is gone for two or three hours at a time. I’ve always wanted to follow him to find out where he goes, but I didn’t have any way of doing it. But, I started to think he was seeing another woman.”
“That sucks. I remember when I found out my mom was sleeping with another guy while my dad was on the road, it made me sick to my stomach. I started to not trust either one of my parents after that. I was sure they were both being unfaithful to each other, and it turns out they were.”
“So the point I’m trying to make, is that the hetero life is full of those kinds of pitfalls. As Al says, men and women can get together if they want children, but they shouldn’t live together. They should keep their sexuality private, and they’d be a lot happier in the long run.”
“Al’s got kids?”
“Not that I know of. He and his wife never had any, and he thinks it was because she was using birth control the nineteen years they were married. He says he was just a dumb trucker, and didn’t have a clue about any of that. She talked a good story, he says, but after a while, he began to think he was shooting blanks. I haven’t told him this, but I think she didn’t want a kid, which would have tied her down to a lonely life on his ranch while he was on the road. Women are always about ten jumps ahead of men when it comes to planning their lives out. She knew she was going to leave him long before it actually happened. He gave her a good life, all alone on his spread while he was trucking to make ends meet, and she had her cock and ate it too.” We both laughed.
“Truth be known, she may have been fucking every cowboy for a hundred miles around. While he was married to her, he was honest, and never played around on the road. After she split, he got drunk for a week, and spent the time getting over his idea that me and women together is not really normal. He decided to try the other side, like that song a few years ago, he wanted to walk on the wild side.”
“So what did he do?”
“Well, at first, it was just a blow job here and there in rest areas on the road. He says there’s always a queer looking for cock, and it isn’t hard to get quick relief. Then one day, he had been off the road during calving, and got horny. He took a ride out to the rest stop west of Amarillo, and was looking to get blown, when he ran into a guy that works on the next ranch down the road from his. He realized the guy was there for the same thing. They stood around smoking and talking, neither of them willing to admit what they were doing there. Finally, Al invited the guy back to his place for a drink, and supposedly to watch a football game on his big TV screen.
‘The guy, who’s name is Jack by the way, hemmed and hawed, because he was horny as hell, and meeting Al at the rest stop had prevented him from getting his rocks off. But Al convinced him to stop into his place on the way home, and after a few drinks, and about half the football game, Jack told Al he was so horny he could kill. Al admitted that he was too, and after talking about it for a while, Al told Jack that if he’d suck him off, he’d do him too. One thing led to another, and before the night was over, they had had every kind of sex with each other they could imagine.
‘They were both thrilled that they had found each other living so close together. They had a steady thing for a year or so when ever Al was off the road. Jack would stop by, and they’d fuck their brains out. Finally Al began to get more adventuresome while he was on the road, and began to take up some of the offers he got. Eventually, while he wasn’t through with Jack by a long shot, he started fucking everything that was willing as long as it had a cock and balls.
‘He finally told Jack he wasn’t the only ass he was fucking, and Jack confessed that Al wasn’t his only fuck buddy either. He took Al into Amarillo, one Saturday night, and introduced him to a Club there called the Ramrod. It’s a cowboy hangout apparently, I haven’t been in it yet, because they serve booze, and I’m not old enough yet. But Al has told me all about it. He says they cater to queers, which is what he calls gays. They have a regular bar in the front, but in the back, there is a big dark room with dim red lights, and all kinds of nooks and crannies built in that make for interesting encounters.
‘Jack told him he’d been going there for a while after a cowboy he’d sucked off at the rest stop told him where it was. Well to make the story shorter, the two of them spent the night there fucking and sucking and getting it in equal return. Al says he was surprised there were so many cowboys into dick.
‘Actually, I suspect the men who go there aren’t all cowboys actually, but just cock hungry guys with no other outlet for their cravings. From what I have learned just being out the short time I have been, a lot of cock suckers and guys needing to get fucked, are married men who don’t get what they need from their wives. Just look at that guy with the two boys at the rest stop. He was so horny for a blow job, it only took him a minute to blow his cum down my throat. Definitely married, and his wife was probably next door in the ladies room taking a dump while I sucked the cum out of her husband’s cock. I bet she never touches it with her mouth, and it’s what he wants her to do to him the most.”
“Yeah, I watched through the crack in the door, and he was certainly enjoying it.”
“And I bet a dollar to a donut, that he’d either fuck my ass or ask me to fuck his if we had the time and place.” Marty down shifted once more, and the truck slowed for an off ramp.
“This is our turn off. It will take about an hour to do the paperwork, and drop the trailer. I think I see Al’s rig already here.” He pointed and Al was just dropping out of the cab, seeing us he waved, and headed into the dispatch office of the big terminal.
Marty turned his rig, and backed his trailer up to an empty loading dock. A yard man jumped up on the driver’s side running board, and handed Marty a sheet of paper through the open window.
“Fill this out bud.” He hung there for a moment, and glanced over at me. I thought I saw him wink before he vanished into the night headed for the next truck entering the lot.
“Damn paperwork, seems to get worse with every trip.” Marty left the engine idling, while he filled out the new form, and up-dated his log. He leafed through a stack of papers on his clip board pertaining to his load, and after checking his watch, noted the time and date on the last page. I get a bonus for getting the load here within a certain amount of time. Just squeaked in under the gun by twenty minutes. That’s an extra five hundred in the pocket when I get paid. I got to go get this time stamped at the desk to make it official.”
“While you do that, I’m going to check up on Al and Jess.”
“OK. I think Al must already be in the office. Check the truck for Jessie.” He dropped out of the cab, and I followed his lead. I trotted over to the Peterbilt, and found Jess in the sleeper snoring like he was tired. I shook him awake, and he sat up rubbing his eyes. He was nearly nude, so I told him to put his clothes on since we were in the Frisco terminal depot, and after the trailers were dropped, we’d be heading out to the hotel. He grinned, and yawned, stretching his arms around his head.
“Man,” he said in a sleepy voice. “My ass is still leaking cum from Willie.”
“Yeah, he told me he always shot a big load. And the size of his dick he must have put it way up in there.” He grinned at me, and began pulling his shirt on.
“I wonder if he wants to join us at the hotel? He sure knows how to use his cock.”
“I haven’t seen his truck roll in. Was he headed for Frisco?”
“Berkley, I think. But I got his cell phone number. You know that fucker told me he has a wife and six kids back in Arkansas.”
“No shit? I thought he was totally queer the way he was going for your butt.”
“Me too, and that stuff he had for lube! Too much. He said he makes it himself out of gator fat.”
“Holy cow!”
“Yeah, holy cow! He told me he has a gator farm on a bayou and runs about three hundred gators in the swamp pens.”
“No shit! What does he do with them?”
“He says he sells their skins for leather, and eats the meat. He swears it’s the gator meat that makes him so horny all the time. He also says it’s his gator grease lube that makes him fuck so good. I can swear it was one of the best if not the best. Afterward, I thought I was in love. Not with Willie, but with his incredible dick.”
“Yeah I saw you hugging it like it was your new teddy bear or something.”
“Man, I don’t usually go for chubs, but I could learn to live with it if I could have that all the time.”
“Well, if he hooks up with us here again, you mind if I give it a try?”
“Hey, it’s a free country. Besides, I can’t wait to give your Marty a tumble.”
“I warned him about you already. I think he’s looking forward to a different dick to play with.”
“You fuck him yet?”
“No. I didn’t want to push him too far since I was his first.”
“First what?” I rolled my eyes at him. “Oh my god! You don’t mean he was a virgin!” I nodded.
“His girlfriend whacks him off once in a while, but she won’t give him a piece until they get married.”
“Oh. He’s one of those.”
“Well, I don’t think he is anymore. He’s looking forward to the hotel, and I planted a bug in his ear that just maybe he’s a fag.”
“Oh this is going to be delicious. Can I fuck him if he’ll let me; or are you saving him for yourself?”
“I guess. I don’t have a thing about virgins.”
“Well, I don’t either honey, but he is a dish I’d love to break.”
“Just go slow with him and don’t turn him off. I think I like him a lot.”
“What about Al?”
“What Al and I have, is an understanding. As Willie says what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”
“I still don’t understand what he means by that.” I started to explain, but the cab door opened, and Al asked if we were set to go. We both agreed that we were, and he climbed behind the wheel and fired up the engine. “I’m gonna put the rig in the guarded lot here. We’ll take the BART to the hotel, as soon as Marty catches up to us. I talked to him in the dispatch office and told him we’d wait for him at the BART station.”
“Where’s that?” I looked around, but couldn’t see anything that looked like a subway station.
“It’s around back of the terminal. Marty has used it before, and knows where it is.” We headed that way, and were just going through the gate, when Marty shouted as he left the dispatch office.
“Let me park my rig, and I’ll be right along!” I waved to let him know we’d heard him, and then told Al and Jess to go ahead, and I’d wait for Marty. The went on ahead, and soon enough Marty came trotting toward me from where he’d parked the Mack.
“Listen Marty,” I said after he reached me by the gate. “I want to say something to you OK.”
“Sure Bob. Fire away.” He sounded happy.
“I just want to prepare you for tonight. There’s going to be a lot of sex.”
“Uh huh.”
“There will be some switching of partners. I’d guess it will be something like an orgy.”
“What’s that? Orgy?”
“Well, I’ve never actually participated in one myself, but I have seen one on a DVD that Al has at home. What it is, is a bunch of guys all sucking and fucking at the same time. Sort of a big pile of bodies with a bunch of stiff pricks looking for holes to fill.”
“No shit?”
“Not a bit.”
“Fuck ‘n A. That sounds like some kind of fun.” We were walking toward the back of the depot to the train station.
“What I wanted to say, is that if you are uncomfortable with the situation at all, nobody will force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“You mean like getting fucked in the ass.”
“Exactly. If you are still unsure of anything, just say no, and it won’t happen. I promise.”
“Well, I was sort of looking forward to trying it with you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. If it’s going to happen, I’d like it if it was you that showed me the ropes. After all, I fucked you first didn’t I; it was incredible. I figure turn about is fair play. Don’t you?” I leaned on him, pushing him into a dark corner of the cinderblock wall around the depot, and kissed him on the mouth. His tongue and mine worked on each other until I could feel both our dicks swelling in our pants. We broke the kiss after a minute, and I squeezed his cock through his pants, and he returned the favor.
We turned the corner, and saw the BART station. We trotted over to it, and he put a bill into the machine and bought us two tickets. Once on the platform, we saw Al and Jess sitting at the far end on a bench talking. We walked toward them, holding hands and staring down a man and woman sitting on another bench that glared at us.
“Well,” Al said, as we walked up to their bench. “What have you two been up to?”
“What do you mean?” I sat down next to Al, and laid my head on his shoulder.
“You both looking like the cat that swallowed the canary.” He put his hand on my head, and hugged me to him.
“We were just talking about the future on the way over here.” I looked up into Al’s face, and thought a caught a glimpse of pain there before he smiled down at me.
“What did you both decide?” He put his other arm around my shoulders.
“We’re still discussing things, but you shouldn’t worry Al. If anything you might be gaining another son.”
“What does that mean?” He hugged me again.
“What it means, is even though you aren’t my real father, you’ve been more of one to me in the few days we’ve been together than my real dad ever was. I feel like your son, like I’m loved, like I’m not just some millstone around your neck.”
“Well,” He hugged me tight, and I saw a glimmer of tears in his eyes. He paused in what he was going to say, and drew a deep breath. “Well,” he began again. “You ought to consider yourself like my son. I wanted a boy of my own for as long as I could remember. Not just to have him, but to watch him grow up, to become a man, and one day to be with me when I get old, and eventually leave everything I’ve tried to build in my life to him. I have been worried it would never happen, and that when my time comes, there would just be an auction of my worldly possessions, and that would be the end of me.
‘When I first stopped for you on the highway, I actually said a little prayer before you got in the cab, that you might be the one I’ve always wanted. I won’t lie to you Bobbie, but when you said you and Marty were discussing the future, it crossed my mind that you were planning to go off on your own, and I’d be alone again. It scared me.”
“You don’t need to worry. I’m trying to get Marty to move to Amarillo, to be close to us. He’s having second thoughts about the life that’s waiting for him in Chickasaw. He’s beginning to see that marriage might not be the way to go.”
“Son,” Al said to Marty, who had been standing next to us listening to our discussion. “You want to come live with us on the ranch, you’ll be welcome. What Bobby wants, I want him to have. I have a spare room at the back of the house, and we can get a bed for it. It’ll be for you two.”
“What about you?” Marty spoke for the first time.
“Well, maybe you two would let me join you once in a while, you know I like a little variety. But you shouldn’t worry about me none. I get around, and I’ve got a pretty good network of buddies built up. Sex ain’t the problem. The way I see it, loneliness is the problem. If you want to come, you are more than welcome. Bob and me would look forward to it.”
“Thanks Al. I’m thinking of deadheading back to Chickasaw to settle some things there, tell Debbie the whole things off, let my folks know what’s what, and maybe by the time you boys get home, I’ll be ready to come see you in Amarillo. Maybe it’ll work out for the best. I just have to let Debbie down easy. She’s been looking forward to having a dozen kids with me. Her folks have treated me like a member of the family already. You know, they’re good people, and don’t deserve to be abandoned without any notion of what happened.”
“I respect that about you Marty. I reckon I’d want to do the same if it was me. It’s a man’s way of handling the situation. When you get to Amarillo, it will work out fine. I can tell. I know that Bob likes you a lot.”
“And I like him a lot too.” Marty put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “I know we have something good here. I feel better and better about it the longer I know him.”
“I see that.” I felt myself start to tear up a little when Al spoke.
“If any body had told me I was gay before last night, I’d have punched their lights out. But after I met Bob in that game room at the motel, I haven’t felt the same since. I don’t know if it’s love, but I don’t have a minute when I’m not thinking about him. I don’t think I’ve ever had this feeling about Debbie.” The tears were flowing silently down my cheeks. “Look, Bob’s crying.” I sat up and wiped my eyes with my fists. I smiled up at him, and stood up. I hugged him to my body, and kissed him on the mouth.
“I do love you Marty. I’m shocked how much I feel for you. I can’t explain it at all, just that there is an ache in my heart, in my body to be with you.”
“Yeah, that’s what I feel too. Last night when you left my room, I couldn’t sleep like I told you, because I felt empty without you laying next to me. If you had stayed, I think I’d have played with you all night. What we had together, was amazing. I was totally blown away by my emotions. Debbie’s never made me feel like that ever. I realized then that she never could. I guess my emotions were trying to tell me I have discovered the one I love. . .Shit,” He paused. “This is sounding sappy, but I don’t know how else to say it.”
“You said it well enough for me.” I kissed him again, and happened to look down the platform. The couple sitting on the next bench were glaring at us like we were being offensive to them. I broke away from Marty, and walked deliberately down and stood before them. “He loves me,” I spoke to the two of them while they tried hard to avoid looking at me. “I love him. Don’t you think that’s wonderful?” The woman shook her head slightly, and I smiled. “You should be thankful that we have love for each other.” I turned and headed back to the boys watching me from the other bench. As I stepped away, I heard the man mutter under his breath. I turned back to him and asked what he’d said.
“I said,” He glared at me. “I’m glad we don’t live in Frisco. Too many damn faggots!”
“Where are you from mister?” He looked up at me, not wanting to even acknowledge my question.
“Kansas City.” It was the woman who spoke.
“You folks drive a rig?” There was something about their manner.
“What’s it to you?” It was an angry growl form the man.
“Nothing. It’s just that we do too.”
“Fuck you all. Trucking is not for fags.”
“You ought to open your eyes mister. We all met on the road, and every one of us is a faggot as you call us. Not only that, but we’ve met several others on the road as well. Maybe you should rethink your opinion of us.” I turned and headed back down the platform. I heard the woman say his name.
“Hennnnnry.”
“Leave it alone Molly.”
“Yeah,” I said, turning to face them again. “Don’t ask Henry how many blow jobs he’s had when he’s in the men’s toilets on the road.” Henry blushed, and an angry expression passed over his face. Molly’s jaw dropped.
“Well, I never,” she gasped. Her expression was precious as she stared at Henry with sudden understanding as to why their sex life wasn’t better. Henry stood up clinching his fists and took a step toward me. The next thing I knew, Al, Jess, and Marty were all standing around me in a tight group.
“Take it easy Henry,” I said. “We might be faggots, but we aren’t wimps.” Just at that moment, the BART train rolled into the station. We got on separate cars from Henry and Molly, and had a good laugh over the incident as we rode into the city.
At our stop, Henry got up, and stood in the open door of his car, and gave us all the finger as we walked by headed for the exit stairs. “Fucking Fags!” He yelled as the car’s doors slid shut. I guess it made him feel manly, but I’d caught his embarrassment when I’d asked him how many blow jobs he’d had from men in toilets. He’d most certainly had his share. After all, a blow job, is a blow job, is a blow job, isn’t it. Why pass one up when it’s offered. Who cares if the guy sucking your cock is a fag if he swallows your cum?
The hotel was a quaint little place with four floors. It was a turn of the century Victorian building with a lot of frufru wood work hanging off it all painted in lavender shades. The front desk was tiny and tucked under the stairs, with a tiny office behind it. It was some time after one in the morning when we arrived. The night man was dozing in front of a small television in the office.
Al tapped a hand bell to wake him, and the started up in his overstuffed easy chair. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and came to the desk counter.
“What can I do for you guys?” He was a young looking thirty or so, with sandy blond hair beginning to thin above his forehead.
“We have a reservation for tonight, and a couple of days.” Al gave his name.
“Yeah,” the night man said. “I’ve been waiting for you. We don’t usually get much business after eleven, and I can usually get some sleep after that.”
“Sorry about that,” Al said, “But we hit a bad storm and had to lay over for a while in the mountains.” Al handed him his credit card. The night man went about registering us, and running a check on the card to make sure it was good, before he ran it through the press. He passed the impressed form across the counter to Al to sign, and turned and took a key from a box behind him.
“Fourth floor, the queen’s suite. Double queen sized beds as you requested.” Al removed his copy of the credit card bill, and unsnapped his shirt pocket, and pushed the flimsy paper inside it.
“Thanks. What’s your name?”
“Bruce.” The clerk had opened a drawer behind the counter and dropped the bill into it.
“Nice to meet you Bruce. Where’s the elevator?”
“It’s a walk up. Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I was pullin’ your leg. I always stay here when I’m in town. I knew there wasn’t an elevator. I just haven’t seen you before.”
“Oh,” Bruce said. “Yeah, this is my first week here. You probably knew Phil.”
“That’s right, Phil. How’s he doin’?”
“I didn’t know him, but Charles, the owner, told me he was not with us anymore.”
“Quit?”
“No. He didn’t last long after he went into the hospice.” Bruce turned and pulled out a postcard sized slip of paper. He handed it to Al. It was the announcement of Phil’s passing. “He had a lot of friends. I didn’t know him, but Charles says he had made a lot of friends on the job.”
“I’ll be damned,” Al muttered. “I liked Phil, and looked forward to seeing him again.”
“Are you guys planning to party?”
“Some,” Al said, but probably not tonight. We’ve all had a long tiring day.”
“Well when you do start, just play safe. OK?”
“Thanks Bruce. We will, if we bring anything fresh in to play with.” Bruce nodded, and turned toward the tiny office.
“Sleep tight then. I’m glad to have met you all.” Al led the way up the stairs to the fourth floor. The suite was just that. Two good sized rooms each outfitted with a queen size bed. They were separated by a bathroom with a hot tub, and shower. The beds were made up with lacy spreads, and the curtains on the windows were all satin and puffed out with a swag or something across the top. I’d only ever seen anything like it in my mom’s decorator magazines. I thought the place was very fancy.
“Which bed do you two want?” Al dropped the key to the room on a small table that stood near the entrance to the room.
“You pick,” I said.
“Fine, Jess and me will take this one. It’s closer, and I for one am dog tired.” He laid across the end of the bed in the front room of the suite. “Jess babe, pull my boots off. I feel like I’ve been rode hard and put away wet.” Jess obliged him, and was already working on his belt and pants when Marty and I made it into our room. I heard Jess ask Al if he would sleep better if he sucked him off. Al murmured something I didn’t hear, but after a moment, while Marty and I stripped out of our clothes, I thought I could hear Jess sucking Al’s cock.
Marty and I turned down the sheets, and he climbed wearily into the bed. I slipped in next to him, and put my left arm across his naked chest. “You want a blow job to help you sleep better?” He nodded, and pushed my head down toward his dick. I knew he was even more tired than Al was, because he’d only had the brief nap during the storm, and it took a while before his cock began to stiffen in my mouth. He kept both his hands on the back of my head, and after he got hard, began to rock his hips gently while I sucked him. When he came, he sighed and let his cum pump into my mouth of its own pressure. I swallowed the hot cream, and then lifted up to kiss him, but he’d already dropped off to sleep.
I slipped out of the bed, and went to the bathroom. Jess was already there, sitting nude on the edge of the hot tub. “Can’t sleep?” He asked.
“I guess I’m not as tired as Al and Marty. After all, we weren’t the ones horsing the trucks all day.” I sat down on the stool, pulling on my limp cock.
“You want me to do you? Might help you sleep too.”
“Let’s do each other. We both are going to need the rest if what Al’s told me about the fun he’s had here.”
“Where? We’ll wake them up if we go to one of the beds.”
“What’s wrong with in the tub? Let’s run it full of hot water and try it out.”
“Sounds good.” I stood up and closed the bathroom door, and Jess started the tub filling. We climbed in, and let the steaming water rise over our bodies. His cock was rising with it, and he reached for mine, and began to slowly stroke m to hardness. “You up for fucking me,” he asked. “I do like to get topped.”
“Sure if that’s what you want.” He leaned over my cock, and sucked around the head.
“I like your dick. It’s not the biggest, but it’s comfortable.” He dropped my now rigid cock, and picked up a small bottle of bath oil the hotel had provided. He got up on his knees, and reversed himself to me, and handed me the oil. “Squeeze this into my hole. It will make it slick, and maybe you can fuck me longer with it.” I did as I was asked, and put the little bottle against his rosebud, and pushed it in. When the neck of the bottle was through his sphincter, I squeezed out the contents, and then set the empty bottle on the edge of the tub. I got up behind him o my knees, with the warm steamy waster sloshing around the deep tub, and slipped my hardness through his assring. He moaned, as I touched bottom, and pushed back against my lap.
“That feels good,” he whispered. “Fuck me slow and easy now. Make it last as long as you can.” I did, and we fucked for a good half hour, before he twisted around and his mouth found mine in a tongue exchange. “I’m gonna cum,” he hissed, and broke the kiss. His cock started to pulse, and I grabbed it in a fist, and stroked his first shots of jizz out of his thick rod. He moaned quietly, and his assring clamped down hard on my shaft, and I felt myself tip over the edge, shooting wad after wad into his gut.
After a long tender moment in which we kissed again, with him twisted around to meet me, I slipped out of him, and dropped down into the water. He remained on his knees, and I saw his ring was still gaping open, with my slick of cum drooling out of him. I picked up a wash towel, and the lavender smelling soap, and soaped his crack and pushed a soap finger up into him. He bent, and putting his head against the wall for support, he spread his cheeks with his hands, and let me do a thorough job cleaning my oozing cum and the remains of the foaming bath oil out of his cunt.
After he was clean, and his hole was winking shut, he lay back in the water facing me with a satisfied smile on his face. We lay there for another half hour enjoying the warm bath, and the feel of each other’s body touching and nudging and stroking. Sleep came easy after that, He with Al, and me spooned up against Marty’s backside, my arm over his waist and his cock and balls gently cupped in my hand.
End
