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Chapter 1: Sunlight Strip
"Thanks for fixin' the soda machine, Ted. I'm sure we've both lost a lot with this damn heat wave goin'."
"No problem, Jed. Bet my van's hot as an oven by now." I wiped the sweat off of my forehead. "At least it'll be nice to get out on the road and have the wind blowin' on me."
"I bet. This damn floor fan doesn't do anything for me."
"Well, unless you have more for me to do, I'll just fill up with gas and get on my way."
Jed waved me over to the pumps. "Go right ahead. See ya in a few weeks."
I opened the door to the van and got in. The heat hit me hard but it only took a moment to move the van to the pumps. But even those few moments made the sweat go rolling down the hairs on my chest, back and legs.
After setting the pump, I leaned back against the van in the shade. It had been a long day's driving to get here and would be a long trip back. Jed's station was at the furthest end of my territory. He had called the company yesterday saying that his machine had not been working properly.
I'd usually come out once every few weeks to check up on this one and the others along the highway. I'd been here earlier this week and nothing was wrong then so I was going to have that long drive to get home in this heat. It was just going to be one of those days.
Just before the pump clicked, a convertible pulled up to the pump behind mine. It was a nice silvery car but it was the driver who took my breath away.
He had to be in his 20s with a good thick black beard and a long dark pony-tail. His face was tanned nicely. I couldn't see his eyes because of the dark sunglasses that he wore but I got the impression that he was looking me over too. When he got out of the car, I saw he was wearing a suit and tie. It looked like he had a nice physique under it. And I wished I could see more to be sure.
"Hot day, eh?" I said lamely. Standing and holding the pump as if it were still going. I wanted to prolong my chances of eye-balling him as much as possible. That face, beard and hair were just too damn good-looking.
"You bet. I just got out of some stupid meeting and now have to drive back to Jensenville in this heat. Thank god I can put the top down, get this suit off and get some air." His voice was deep and resonant. I had to keep myself from letting my drool show.
"Yeah. I'm heading back toward Jensenville myself but I have to go on to Buckhaven."
His suit must have been tailored because it was fitting him well in all the right places. I sighed and shook the pump as if it had just clicked and put it back. I yelled to Jed, "Thanks Jed. Just subtract the gas from the bill." He waved and just sat in the fan's wind.
As I stepped back to the van, I decided that I didn't want this jump suit on. I wanted to feel the air on my skin as I drove. After opening the door to let more of the pent up heat out, I unzipped the jumpsuit and pulled it down and off my body leaving me standing there in my boxers and t-shirt. I could see the sweat stains all down the back and sides of the jumpsuit and knew that my shorts and shirt were drenched as well. As I was folding the jumpsuit up, I noticed that the suit-and-tie man was looking my direction. No, he was staring in my direction.
I grinned. "Just want to let the air in." He smiled through his bushy beard.
I knew I had no chance with the guy so I thought I'd have me a little fun anyway. I pulled the ends of my t-shirt out of my boxers slowly. It was sticking slightly to my skin like someone had thrown a bucket of water on me. I grabbed the ends and pulled it up exposing my belly and part of my chest.
While I didn't have "six-pack abs", I didn't have much of a belly either. I considered it average sized and it was covered with lots of dark hair.
I pretended for a moment that the t-shirt was stuck on my shoulders and neck, wriggling around a bit. Then I pulled it off. "Woosh! That feels much better!" I said, standing there in my sweat soaked boxers.
The suited man, smiling and watching me, said "I bet it does! It's got to be hot with all that fur."
"You aren't joking!" I wished I had the guts to strip the boxers off too, but I wasn't sure what he'd think even though he'd been watching me strip. "Oh well. Time to hit the boring road. Have a safe trip man."
"You too," he said as I got in and closed the door. I briefly considered shucking the shorts but realized that I'd be sitting on hot sticky plastic. I decided that keeping them on would be more comfortable. I checked to see that my water bottle was full and then began checking my mirrors. I liked to have everything set to go before I got on the road.
When I looked in my side rear-view mirror, I noticed that the suited man was taking off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Underneath I could see a nice furry mat of hair. I was glad he hadn't done that just a moment ago because I felt my cock stirring up and trying to poke out of my shorts. He was one hell of a hot looker! I took a few extra moments to adjust that mirror which I'm sure he noticed. Sighing even more while my fantasies ran at full speed, I started the van and headed out.
It had been a long time since I'd had a night out with a man and I was hornier than usual. It's not always easy finding an amenable friend in the country, although it's not impossible. I could feel my mouth watering at the thought and my asshole twitching. Damn! This trip back wasn't going to be easy with all these thoughts.
I pulled onto the highway and set a steady speed just a little faster than the limit. I knew the sheriffs wouldn't stop me for this speed around here. This road, although a highway, was not traveled much anymore and ran straight as an arrow for almost all of my trip. It would be boring but I could almost turn my mind off as I drove. Not for the last time I wished I had a stereo in this truck.
The wind whipped through my cropped hair and over my body cooling me down as much as it could in this heat. I could see waves of heat rising up off the road.
Suddenly, I realized that the silver car had just zipped passed me while I was lost in my thoughts. Shit! It would have been nice to get a look at that cute young guy again. I banged my hand on the steering wheel. The license plate on his car read "BRLFT". I laughed thinking that there certainly was a bear left in that car.
He didn't move much further away from me which was odd. He had to have been speeding quite a bit to catch up and pass me but he wasn't continuing to speed away. I also noticed that he was moving around in his seat a bit as it looked like he was trying to take his suit jacket off. Once he had it off, he threw it in the back seat.
Then, to my surprise, he moved into the passing lane and slowed down until he was even with my van. He looked up at me and smiled that great smile. The wind was blowing his shirt open a little, exposing enough of his chest to be titillating. While trying to keep the van on the road, I looked over and smiled back looking over what I could see of his body. He was really hot, and I'm not referring to the heatwave!
Keeping his left hand on the wheel, he started using his right hand to unbutton his shirt! I about careened off the road. This was just too exciting. He worked his way down the buttons and then pulled the ends out of his pants letting the wind pull the shirt back away from his chest. He was most definitely fit and had a wonderful chest and belly of black hair. It was very thick all over. I was drooling to munch on it.
He unbuttoned the sleeves of the shirt and started working his way out of it. I probably should have been worried about us colliding on the road or meeting on-coming traffic but I was mesmerized. I could see the wind rustling his chest hairs around as he moved to get the shirt off. Abruptly, he had the shirt off but the wind pulled it out of his hand and it flew off out the back of the car. He looked over at me, grinned and shrugged. I laughed.
Next, he started unbuckling his belt, pulled it free of his pants, and threw it in the back seat. This was getting even better! He undid the top of his pants and, with some effort, pulled the zipper down.
My cock was getting mighty uncomfortable, so I let it free out of the boxers and began stroking it gently while watching this bear strip for me as we drove down the road. This trip was not going to be as boring as I had thought!
He suddenly slowed down and pulled behind me before I could respond. I watched him in my mirror and it looked like he was busy doing something. His car swerved a couple of times. After a few minutes of this, he pulled into the passing lane and sped up again.
My cock was leaking a lot of pre-cum in anticipation of what I was going to see and it wasn't disappointed. He had removed his pants leaving him with only a pair of tight black boxers on. I thought I could see the outline of a nice, hefty piece of meat underneath. He looked over at me and started rubbing his chest hair, then rubbing his nipples and his cock through his shorts. This was getting me too hot and I shot a load all over my chest and boxers, giving out a big yell as I each spurt shot.
I'm not sure how I drove the next few miles down the road. When I came back to my senses, he was still riding next to me smiling that smile. I looked over at his and blew him a kiss. He winked lewdly and then sped up, passing me.
I decided that I had to give him something for his efforts so I started working my shorts off. This was definitely not easy, but I finally managed to get them off and I wiped the cum off of my body using them.
"Bear left" hadn't gone too far ahead of me by that time so I sped up as much as I could get the van to go (probably risking the motor a bit) and moved to pass him. As I moved alongside him, I held up my boxers since his car was too low to the ground to see that I was bare-balling down the road. He threw his head back and laughed.
I floored the van in order to pass him. I held the boxers out of my window and let them go. They flew up, then fell down right onto his windshield. He grabbed them before they flew away.
Once again he pulled up in the passing lane next to me. I could see that he was holding my boxers to his nose and inhaling deeply and contentedly. Then he surprised me by licking one of the spots of cum on them. I mimed as I licked over towards him. He thought for a moment and then took off ahead of me, driving at high speed and leaving me well behind.
Oh well, that was fun but it looked like it was over. I drove on for a few minutes enjoying the feel of free balls on the seat (although it was still a little sticky on the plastic) when I saw that I was catching up to his car again. When I was a few car lengths behind him, I saw that he was holding his hand up. He opened it and I saw something go flying toward my van. Unfortunately it missed me. I had to stop and back up to find out what he had let go. It took me several minutes (and a little bit of embarrassment while I walked around in the nude), but I finally found his shorts lying in the middle of the road. I lifted them to my nose and smelled his scent and felt his wetness. I noticed an odd label in them which showed two silhouettes of bears one standing on top of the other. I didn't know the brand, but they looked expensive.
I hoped I'd see him again, but I doubted I would. And I couldn't wait for Jed to call me again just in case. At least I certainly had some great memories.
I hope you enjoyed this first stage in the story. Comments are welcome.