Bus Station Hijinks

Bus Station Hijinks #6 Final chapters. Comments welcome to Cgard43@hotmail.com

Bossmen

Things got pretty quiet for the next week or so, probably because of the ruckus with Freddie and Jose. It seemed to Harley that a lot of the guys were staying clear of the bus station altogether, although Annie in the coffee shop was still attracting a lot of attention.

Harley knew she was making it with several of the guys, and by being observant he'd kept track of a couple of them, even though he was seldom able to actually watch the action. There was a truck driver who he knew had made it with Annie in the cab of his truck. He'd also seen Annie climb out of the back seat of the road crew guy's car she'd made it with in the sleeping room. Harley didn't begrudge her getting some action. He just was sorry that he didn't get the chance to watch it.

On Wednesday afternoon, Harley saw Ed, Hank's Thursday friend, meet up with young Johnnie from the road crew outside the bus station, and he watched as the pair drove away together.

"Missing out on everything," Harley snorted to himself. "It's just not fair."

Harley was doubly upset that day because he had to keep the bus station open until late in the evening because of two charter busses coming through. That meant that the station and the coffee shop had to stay open for them. For Harley, especially since there wouldn't be any other traffic through the station, a long, boring evening stretched before him.

Harley had dinner in the coffee shop, chatting with Sumi and the relief waitress who was filling in for Annie. Sumi was as pleasant as always, but their conversations had never reached a truly personal level, so it became awkward after they'd exhausted all the small talk.

Harley sat and finished his coffee, watching Sumi who was helping set up the buffet for the charter bus passengers. It suddenly dawned on Harley that he found Sumi extremely attractive. Small and lithe, his easy grace combined with his handsome face and dark hair and eyes, Harley thought to himself that Sumi really was a good-looking guy.

Once he'd finished his dinner, Harley headed back up to his office and finished every bit of paperwork he had. Feeling really bored, he glanced out the window, and that's when he noticed the light in the road office trailer.

At first he figured someone had just forgotten to turn it off, then he realized that there were two cars parked nearby, one of which he recognized as Henderson's. His curiosity aroused, he walked out toward the trailer, ducking around the back of it far enough away that he figured no one could hear him. The air conditioner was turned off now and Harley could see that the window was open as he got closer.

"I'm telling you," he heard Henderson say, "this job has been one incredible thing after another." He went on to recount several things which had happened, and Harley could hear another guy comment sympathetically.

"Then, the latest thing was one of the craziest I've ever dealt with," Henderson went on, telling the story of Freddie and Jose without using their names. His companion laughed when he got to the end of the story.

"Well tell me, you having any problems with our trucks at all, Jim?" the other guy asked. Harley figured the guy must be with the trucking company.

"No, not really," Henderson said, "Other than the fact that you've got a couple of real pussy-hounds who keep getting lost in the coffee shop next door." Harley was startled at how observant Henderson was.

"What's the matter, Jim?" the other guy asked, "you sound jealous. Must be you're not getting any action from my boys yourself." Harley heard Henderson laugh heartily for the first time.

"Shit," Henderson said with a chuckle. "Give me a break."

"Right," the other guy said with a laugh. "I mean, like you never look."

"Oh hell, Mike," he said finally, "I haven't seen one of your drivers in a long time that I'd give a second look." Mike started to say something but was swiftly interrupted.

"Present company excepted, of course," Henderson said, "I mean, even when you were a young punk behind the wheel, you were a knock-out." He grinned. "And one hell of a stud from what I heard."

"Yeah, right," Mike agreed, "and you were the young, smart-ass foreman who was always too busy to notice me."

Both of them laughed heartily now, and Harley looked around to see if there was somewhere he could move so he could get a look in the window. A lone van was parked a ways up the incline, and Harley thought that if he could get behind it, he might have a change to see something. Meanwhile, he stayed very still and listened to their conversation.

"I wasn't too busy at all," Jim was saying quietly, "I noticed you alright, but what chance did I have. Hell, every man and woman around was after you whenever you were on a site."

"Shit," Mike said with feeling, then grew quiet again. There was a long pause before he spoke again.

"You know, it's really something," Mike said. "What is it, five years ago that I first met up with you?" There was no answer but Harley figured Jim had agreed.

"And all the time I was seeing you on jobs," Mike went on, "I thought you were just about the sexiest guy I'd ever seen. You never paid any attention to me so I figured you must be straight." Henderson laughed at this but only for a second then grew quiet again.

"Then I get transferred into the office on the other side of the county, and what's the first thing I hear from one of the drivers?" the other guy went on.

"What do you mean?" Henderson asked.

"One of the drivers tells me that Jim Henderson's about the hottest cocksman around." Mike went on, "First I couldn't believe it, then I got pissed because you never even gave me a second look."

"You're wrong there," Henderson said, "I looked plenty, but I figured you were getting all the action you could handle. Besides, you never paid any attention to me, either."

"I tried, but you wouldn't give me a chance," Mike finished.

They both grew quiet for several minutes until Henderson spoke again.

"Oh well," he said, "that's water under the bridge now, anyway. I heard you were all settled down with a lover."

"Old news, buddy," Mike answered quietly, his voice now almost a whisper. "He got killed in that freak accident out at the foundry about a year ago."

Henderson quickly expressed his sympathy.

"Yeah, well, it was terrible, and I admit I miss him like hell. I keep telling myself I've got to get on with things, but it's sure hard to do."

"So anyway, here you are the bossman at your place now, huh?" Henderson changed the subject smoothly. "That's great, Mike."

"Yeah, it's pretty nice, but a lot of work. You know," Mike continued, "you're the bossman here, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Henderson answered, "on this job, anyway. But my job's just like yours, I'm so busy I don't have time to do anything but work."

"Oh that's not always true," Harley heard Mike say quietly, then there was silence.

More silent moments passed and then Harley heard a noise he could only describe as a giggle. He surprised him totally. He strained his ears but couldn't make out anything that was being said or done.

Suddenly Harley was in a frenzy. He had to find out what was going on in that trailer. He just had to.

He quickly moved up the hill, ducking behind the van as quietly as he could. He stopped and listened, heard no reaction from below, then peeked over the edge of the van and into the window below. The picture he saw came as something of a surprise.

Henderson stood behind his desk passionately kissing a young blond guy who stood next to him. Harley sized up the new guy quickly. About six feet, the slim blond had a dynamite athlete's build, broad shoulders, narrow waist and hips and though of opposite coloring, was in his own way as handsome as Henderson. He was wearing dark blue slacks which fit like the paper on the wall, yet Harley thought he could see a major bulge developing at the crotch, even from that distance.

As Harley watched, Henderson broke off kissing the other guy and grabbed that growing bulge. He found it more than a handful.

"God damn," he said in a loud whisper, "You've got a growing problem here, buddy."

As Mike returned the favor, he found Henderson's endowment equally impressive.

"All these years," Mike said, "I've been wanting to just rip your fuckin' clothes off to get to you. You're so damn sexy."

"You too," Henderson, "Hell, I figured I'd lost any chance with you." They continued to fondle each other as they kissed intently again.

"You better say so now if you want me to stop," Henderson said in a fierce whisper. Mike didn't say a word or move away.

As Harley watched, Henderson rapidly unzipped Mike's slacks and opened his belt and the button at the waist. Once undone, they fell to the floor on their own, leaving him standing there in his bulging jockeys. Though Harley couldn't see it as well, he knew Mike was doing the same to Henderson as they exchanged another deep, hard kiss.

"Mmm," Henderson said as his hand reached into Mike's shorts and grabbed a handful of his stiffening cock. Mike's reaction was even more dramatic as he reached for Jim's cock.

"God damn," he almost shouted, "your cock is like a two by four, man."

"Shit. Yours is almost the same size," Henderson laughed, "and if you don't mind, I prefer to think of it as a baseball bat."

"Yeah, and you've got your own baseballs, too," Mike joked, all the time stroking the massive organ in his hand.

When Henderson finally got Mike's shorts pushed down, Harley noted that Mike's cock was neither as long nor as thick as Henderson's, though as it lengthened and hardened it reached well over eight inches and much thicker than most.

"Man, I've been waiting to do this a long time," Mike said, pushing Henderson back against the desk. "Sit up here on the desk, bossman." Henderson let himself be pushed back into a sitting position on the edge of the desk while Mike quickly knelt in front of him.

"This baby's fuckin' beautiful," Mike said, licking and kissing all around the head before he took the first several inches into his mouth and started sucking up and down the shaft. It was clear to Harley that Mike was an experienced cocksucker yet he still marveled at how easily he dealt with sucking Henderson's massive cock.

Henderson rested his hands on the desk behind him to brace himself and sighed loudly.

"Oh yes," Henderson murmured as Mike worked on his cock expertly. "That's so fuckin' hot, man. I've been waiting a damn long time to feel you swallowing my dick like that." Harley couldn't hear it, but Mike moaned appreciatively at the compliment and with wild desire for the huge cock he was sucking.

He took Henderson's balls in his hand and fondled and squeezed them all the time he was hotly sucking the other's cock. Henderson let him go on for about five minutes before he stopped him.

"Come on, stud," he said finally, pushing Mike away and pulling him to his feet, "you're a bossman too. Bossmen need to get their cocks sucked at the end of a busy day."

When they reversed positions, Harley was really shaken. He'd figured Henderson was a real stud, the kind of guy who just got his cock sucked by others. But there he was, gulping Mike's very large cock into his mouth with obvious delight and ease.

"Oh yeah," Mike cried, "God, how I've wanted you swingin' on my meat like that. Oh shit, that feels great...you sexy stud...yeah, take it to my balls like that."

It wasn't long before they were both down on the floor in a hot sixty-nine which Harley couldn't really see well from his position. It was getting darker now though, and that emboldened Harley to move around to the front of the van from which he could get a better look.

There they were, these two sexy, masculine guys, sucking each other's cocks for all they were worth. Harley stood there with his mouth open. He could see Henderson deep-throating Mike's cock right down to his balls, and though he couldn't see him as well, it looked like Mike was taking almost all of Henderson's cock too.

It was almost too much for Harley. Ignoring the possibility of being seen, he drew his stiff cock from his pants and started beating it hard as he watched. His cock was no match for either of the guys in the trailer, but he stroked the stout six-plus-inch organ with wild excitement. His eyes never left the picture through the window until he heard the blare of a bus horn as the first of the charter busses turned the corner and started to drive into the station.

"Oh, fuck," Harley said, which was very strong language for him. He turned away and jammed his cock back into his pants quickly, then ran down the hill as quietly as he could, trying to get his zipper closed before he reached the bottom. He tried to conceal the noticeable bump at his crotch as he walked up to the bus station door and held it open for the passengers as they climbed off the bus.

The second bus arrived right away too and once the passengers and drivers were inside the station, Harley relaxed. He knew the coffee shop had set up the buffet for them, and that it should only take about twenty minutes to get them all served and gone again.

He kept looking at the trailer and was glad that the light was still on while the second bus was finishing loading. There remained little to do now except to make sure everything was locked up and let Sumi and the coffee shop people finish their clean-up by themselves.

It was completely dark as Harley silently climbed the hill again. He'd thought about going home after the busses left, but his curiosity just wouldn't let him leave. Some vague hope made him sure there was more to be seen in the trailer, and he was fiercely curious. He'd even moved his car from his normal parking space so no one would be likely to notice that it was still in the lot.

He shook his head, trying to tell himself that there was no way even a couple of hot guys like Henderson and Mike could still be sucking each other after this long a time, but he had to check anyway. What he saw as he got near the van and turned back to look through the trailer window almost made him cry out.

Henderson was completely naked, lying on his back on the desk. Mike was standing between his raised legs, rapidly fucking his over-eight inch dick into Henderson's ass. The picture of that scene would stay in Harley's mind forever.

Harley just couldn't imagine a masculine guy like Henderson letting anyone fuck him, even a guy as butch looking as Mike. He just couldn't believe it, but there was no way to deny what he was seeing.

Henderson's body was fantastic, just as Harley had known it would be. Lithe, slim and muscular, his chest was covered with patches of dark, curly hair. His big cock flopped down onto his belly and leg while his balls hung the other way. Mike, on the other hand, had a hairless chest, but was equally well muscled and developed.

Henderson had his head thrown back as Mike held him tightly. Mike was fucking hard and fast, pistoning his big, thick cock in and out of Henderson's ass like a jackhammer.

Harley couldn't hear them very well and then suddenly he realized why. The weather had cooled, and when the guys had stripped, they'd closed the window part-way. Now Harley had to decide. Did he want to give up the picture to hear whatever they might say or not. It was a hard choice, but in the end, he opted to move down the hill to the back side of the trailer so he could hear .

"Oh God, yes," Harley heard Henderson moan as he neared the trailer, "Fuck me...give me that big cock of yours...put that big dick all the way in me."

"Oh yeah," Mike said over and over again. "Great fuckin' ass...oh yeah, God damn!"

"Feels so fuckin' good," Henderson moaned. "I want it all, man. Fuck that hole!"

"Oh yeah," Mike answered. "Hot, tight ass, bossman."

Suddenly it was the words and what they meant rather than a picture turning Harley on. He pulled his cock from his pants and started to beat it almost savagely. It was almost as if he could hear the cadence of Mike's fucking now, punctuated with their words and excited groans, and with his eyes tightly closed, Harley beat his cock in rhythm with that cadence.

"Fuck me," Henderson cried, "give me every inch of your big, goddamn cock...oh man, how I've needed that!"

"Oh yeah," Mike cried back, "your ass is the greatest ever."

"Uh-huh," Henderson gasped. "Big fuckin' cock up my ass...God damn that's hot."

Suddenly Harley heard the cadence picking up and he stroked his cock faster and faster. He knew Mike was getting close. It was strange, but he could actually feel it in the words and the grunts. Harley knew he was getting close too.

"Oh yeah," Mike cried again.

"Come on...fuck me harder," Henderson answered, "Pop your nuts up my ass, bossman. Give me that hot load of yours...Fuck me...Fuck all of me!

That did it for Harley. With a tremendous blast, his throbbing cock erupted as long, stringy bolts of his own cum streamed wildly from his cock. It hit the trailer. It hit the ground four or five feet away. It poured down the shaft of his cock coating his fingers and thumb with hot, sticky fluid. And just as the intensity of his climax reached its peak, he heard Mike cry out again.

"Take it...oh yeah, I'm gonna cum, man...take it...take it...yeah!" and with a great groan of relief, Harley, in his mind, saw Mike pumping his hot load into Henderson's taut, sexy ass. Harley leaned against the side of the trailer as he tried to recover.

"Oh God...give it to me, bossman! Pump your load up my ass...I wanna feel it in me...oh yeah. Oh shit, I'm gonna come too, bossman." Harley felt the vibrations of the trailer and, in his mind, knew Henderson was beating his huge cock wildly.

"I'm coming now," Henderson almost shouted, "Feels so damn good...your cock in me...gonna shoot...oh God, here it comes!"

What Harley couldn't see was Mike bending down to suck the head of Henderson's long, thick cock into his mouth as he siphoned and swallowed the vast outpouring of that incredible organ. He heard Henderson's low moaning sounds which matched his own feelings in the aftermath of his intense orgasm. Harley sighed silently.

Harley also didn't see the passion of the embrace and kissing which followed in the trailer, but he did hear a couple of final remarks before he walked, rather unsteadily, to his car.

"I wasn't gonna let you get away this time, Jim," Mike said, "I've been wanting you too long."

"That's just the way I feel, Mike," Henderson answered. "That's just how I feel."

"Then how about coming over to my place for the night?" Mike asked. "I've got a hunch that by morning I'm gonna want to change roles and go again."

"Not till morning?" Henderson asked, a chuckle in his voice.

"We'll see," Mike answered, "we'll see."

Their voices trailed off as they began to get dressed again, but Harley didn't wait for them to leave. Instead he walked quickly to his car, drove home, undressed and climbed into bed. He was exhilarated but exhausted, and he fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Exposed

There had been a lot of traffic through the bus station all day, and as Harley finished his daily paperwork chores, he felt sure there'd be some action in the rest rooms. He walked into his office, primed to check it out. He climbed into the crawl space which was his private hiding and watching place, first checked the women's rest room and found it empty, then moved into place to the men's room. He was amazed at what he saw.

George was once again sucking Al's cock through the glory hole, with Al all but shouting as George deep-throated his cock repeatedly.

In the big stall, Ed and young Johnnie were alternately sucking each other's big cocks, stopping from time to time to kiss and fondle each other all over. Both were moaning and groaning a lot.

At the urinals, the tall black guy Bill was first sucking Tony's cock and then turning him around to tongue his asshole. Tony was 'ohing' and 'ahing' throughout all the action as Bill had his way with him.

Harley didn't know where to look first. He was fascinated by the obvious lovemaking of Ed and Johnnie because it was something he didn't understand. He loved watching George's fantastic technique in sucking cock, but the hot sucking and rimming action between Tony and Bill was wildly exciting to him too. Harley watched as Bill stood and dropped his pants and he figured he was going to fuck Tony again.

Suddenly the door flew open with a bang. Tony and Bill turned to stare at the doorway, even as they were trying to pull up their pants and present a reasonable appearance.

Through the open door strode Jim Henderson, dressed in black leather from head to foot. Chains of all sorts hung from various parts of his costume, and a biker's cap sat squarely on his head. Harley's gaze went right away to the massive bulge at his crotch which looked even bigger than ever in its bulging black leather pouch.

"Okay you guys," Henderson's deep base voice boomed, echoing back from the tile walls and floor, "now we're gonna see some real action."

He walked over and banged on the door of the large stall.

"Open up, you guys," Henderson cried, "let's get this action going."

Harley was stunned, but watched in fascination as Ed quickly opened the door to the stall. One by one the guys all walked over and stood at the doorway to the stall. Even Al and George left their stalls to join the group.

"What's goin' on?" George asked in his old-maidish way, "What's the action for today, bossman?"

"Come on down from there, Harley," Henderson boomed, banging on the wall of the stall just below Harley's hiding place.

"Today's action features you, buddy. You're the star today!" Henderson went on. Harley tried to move out of the crawl space but there wasn't time.

In a lightening swift move, Henderson hooked a crowbar he carried around the false ceiling and with a great jerk pulled the support from under Harley's position.

"Oh God," Harley cried as he started to fall to the floor. Suddenly the guys were all standing in a ring of guys, catching him as if in a fireman's net.

"What's going on?" George asked again, "What's Harley doing up there?"

"He's been watching you like he always does," Henderson cried, "That's your game, isn't it, Harley?"

Henderson turned toward him and Harley saw fire in his eyes.

"No...wait...I don't know what you're talking about," Harley stammered, not able to get the words out any clearer.

"Bullshit," Henderson answered, "I figured it all out last night. You've got peepholes all over this place, don't you?"

"No...wait," Harley tried to defend himself.

"You're watching guys play around while you're beatin' your meat, right?"

Harley continued to stammer incoherently until he realized that Al and Ed were tying his hands behind him tightly. Johnnie undid Harley's pants, before the pair pushed him into a sitting position on the toilet seat cover, and tied his legs to the plumbing fixtures behind it.

"Hey," Harley finally shouted, "what the hell's going on here? What are you guys doing."

"Simple," Henderson answered as his face split into a broad grin, "you're gonna play today, Harley. You don't get to watch. You have to play too."

"That's right," Al chimed in, "you get to suck this big cock of mine today, Harley. You've been drooling for it all this time. Now you get to suck it."

"No...I mean, I don't do that," Harley almost shouted.

"Oh yeah," Tony said, "Maybe you'd rather Bill and I take turns fucking your butt instead, huh?"

"Right," Bill said, his deep voice resonating off the tile, "we'll show you what fucking is really about. It's not about watching. It's about doing and feeling."

"I wanna suck his cock," George said, "If he's been watching me, he knows I'll do it right."

"No, no," Henderson said loudly, "he's gotta suck your cock first. He's gotta suck everybody's cock first."

"But I've never done that," Harley pleaded, "Why do you wannt tp make me do that? I've never hurt anybody. I only watched."

"You can't go through life just watching," Johnnie spoke up, "Even I know that and I'm a lot younger than you are."

"Right," Ed jumped in, "You gotta find out what life's really all about. That's what you need, Harley."

One by one, Harley watched as they pulled their cocks from their pants, standing right in front of him. Al pulled out his long, uncut cock and waved it in Harley's face.

"You better be good, Harley," Al said, "or you can't suck my cock. George really gives me good head."

Tony pulled out his cock while Bill carefully dug his from the fly opening of his pants, grabbing Tony's ass next to him all the time. Harley remembered how Bill had poked Tony's ass with that thick, black shaft and winced in anticipation.

Harley saw George's small cock for the first time, glad his own wouldn't be the lone small one in the group. Then he gasped aloud at Johnnie and Ed's almost matching pair of long, thick cocks, growing as they stroked each other's meat.

"I don't know," Ed said thoughtfully, "I don't think you deserve to suck this beautiful cock of Johnnie's." Johnnie moaned quietly.

But it was Henderson who stood nearest him. Henderson, whose massive cock jutted from his tight, leather pants...whose swollen, pink cock and balls looked larger than ever against the dark black leather. Henderson walked toward him and Harley shouted.

"No, don't make me do this. Don't make me suck your cock. Please!" The shout turned into a plea, and then Harley heard himself sobbing.

"What's the matter, Harley?" Henderson, "You think you're too good to suck a cock. Is that what you think?"

"No," Harley shouted again, then just as suddenly, his voice dropped to an almost whisper as he looked up into Henderson's fiery stare.

"No, it's not that. It's that I'm afraid. I've never had the nerve to try sucking a cock, or to do anything else for that matter." Harley's voice was almost inaudible now.

Henderson laughed loudly.

"There's nothing to be afraid about," he said with a leering smile. "Sucking cock isn't hard to do. Even getting fucked isn't hard to take, if you're doin' it for the right reason."

Harley was shaking violently now, as Henderson's voice dropped to a whisper also.

"It's wanting to do something for somebody else. It's wanting to share yourself with someone else. That's the tricky part for a chicken-shit like you."

From the corner of his eye, Harley saw Johnnie and Ed drift away to a corner of the large stall.

"Where are you guys going?" Henderson asked, his voice calmer now.

"Away from this action," Ed said in a low voice, "Johnnie and I already have some strong feelings building between us, and we're not willing to share them."

From the other side of the stall, Bill nodded and spoke out too.

"That's right," he said almost solemnly, "Tony and I are trying to build a relationship too. We don't want this kind of action. We know there will be problems with other people accepting it, but we want to be with each other and see just how far we can go together."

"You mean you don't care about getting Harley for watching you guys?" Henderson asked the four.

"Not me," Tony said, "and I guess he's been watching me as long as anybody else. This guy here," he nudged Bill gently on the arm, "he makes me feel like nobody else ever has. He's my man and I'm his. That's worth a lot more than getting back at Harley. Besides, Harley's the one who's missed out on all the fun."

Henderson laughed as, silently, Bill and Tony redressed and headed for the door to the rest room. Johnnie and Ed followed. Just four of them remained now.

"I've never had the chance to have that kind of relationship," George said quietly, his eyes suddenly filling with tears. "I've had to settle for having sex with strangers. I know why. I'm just not that good-looking, so nobody wanted me that way. They just liked that I could make them feel good."

"That's sad," Henderson said, "That's sad, and I'm sorry. I know guys put too much importance on looks and it's not fair." George just nodded quietly.

"But at least you've gone out and lived your life, George," Henderson went on. "You didn't just stay in the shadows and live through other people like Harley's been doing. You've had some of life's experiences at least, even if they haven't brought you the fullest joy." He paused and smiled kindly at him.

"You're still way ahead of Harley, aren't you?"

George nodded and answered fervently, "Oh yes. Oh my, yes!"

"I'm kinda like that too," Al offered. "I've been scared that maybe somebody would find out that I was gay and I couldn't face it. It was easier just to get a blow job and pretend that I was a stud. I wish I had the nerve to take a big chance with someone else. I wish I had that kind of nerve." Henderson shook his head slowly.

"Think it through again, buddy," Henderson counseled. "Somebody who's bothered by you being gay has a problem of their own. It doesn't help you if you let them get to you." Al nodded quietly as Henderson went on.

"Remember, Al, giving is the best part of everything, including sex."

Almost solemnly, Al turned to George.

"Come on, buddy," Al said in a hushed voice, "Let me buy you a cup of coffee. Maybe we can talk things over and help each other." The two of them walked from the rest room with Al's hand clapped on George's shoulder. Henderson watched them leave then turned back to Harley.

"You may be right about me," Harley said, now more defiantly as he stared at Henderson, "I admit I'm a coward, but so are you. I heard you last night. You wouldn't take a chance and try to meet Mike when he was a driver, would you? You waited for him to make the first move, didn't you?" Henderson laughed aloud.

"You silly shit," he said. "You don't understand what happened at all. Back then I could've fallen in love with Mike in a minute. I would have walked through fire for him, but you didn't know him back then.

"When he was younger, he was inconsiderate and unfeeling. I didn't want to get hurt, so I hesitated."

Henderson had ceased to swagger and stood looking at Harley thoughtfully.

"So I waited, hoping he'd grow up and find out that life means loving someone, not just using them and casting them aside." He walked even closer to Harley and continued in almost a whisper.

"Well, he did grow up, but in the meantime, he learned to love somebody else and found what he needed in him." Harley nodded, remembering the story.

"When he told me his lover had died, it almost broke my heart, because I care so much for him. But I couldn't push myself on him then. That's not what friends do to each other. So I held back. Now that he's made the move, you can bet your ass I'm not gonna let him get away. At least not until I've tried to make him love me like I love him.

Henderson stepped back again, but he still fixed Harley with an unfaltering gaze.

"You see, you don't know what you're talking about. I never ran away from life or tried to live through somebody else. Not at all."

He walked away from Harley briefly then turned back.

"Now, look at yourself and tell me you're not chicken. You've been getting all your kicks from seeing other people have fun, and what's happened. One by one you've watched them pair off and leave. So now, you're still the one who's all alone."

Harley stared down at the floor, nodding ruefully. He'd never felt so alone and lonely in his life. Minutes passed in silence.

"Everything you said about me is true," he said in a whisper, "I've always been alone and afraid. Even now, I'm afraid of everything. Watching you guys was the only way I got any excitement into my life."

The rest room door opened and closed. Harley and Henderson both looked up to see Sumi standing in the doorway.

"What's the matter, Harley?" he asked cheerfully, "somebody find out about your peep holes?"

"How did you know?" Harley asked, aghast at having Sumi know.

"I've known ever since you built them," Sumi said, his eyes flashing, "that's why I was careful never to do anything you could see."

"Well, now we all know," Henderson said, "and we're trying to prove to him that you've got to live life, not just watch it."

"He's just kind of scared, that's all," Sumi said quietly. "He's always wanted to play around, I think, but he's afraid."

"You're probably right," Henderson continued, "but for now, why don't you give him your cock to suck. He'll suck it and maybe he'll start to learn not to be afraid."

"Oh well," Sumi said, "he doesn't have to be tied up to suck my cock. No, no. That's not right." He quickly and carefully untied the bindings on Harley's arms and legs. Harley rubbed the places where the cords had bound him.

"Now, do you want to suck my cock, buddy?" Sumi asked the still shaking Harley. Harley's eyes met his and held their gaze for a long time. Finally, he timidly nodded.

"Well that's nice," said Sumi cheerfully, "I think I'd like to suck yours too."

Sumi carefully pulled his cock from his pants, arranging it carefully over his exposed balls. Sumi's endowment just bettered Harley's but there was no bragging in his manner. He started to walk toward Harley and Harley twitched in fear.

"It's okay to be a little frightened," Sumi said quietly, "Everybody is sometimes. Don't worry. It won't hurt you, believe me."

He walked closer to Harley and with a trembling hand, Harley reached to take Sumi's cock. It was warmer than anything he'd ever felt before. He pulled it toward him, marveling at the velvety feel as the organ grew and stiffened to six and a half-inches in length.

Now, Harley wanted it. More than he'd ever wanted anything, Harley wanted to touch and taste and feel this living part of a man. He moved closer. He opened his mouth and licked his lips. The man's cock was right there, and Harley told himself that he was going to do it. He was going to suck Sumi's cock. He felt it touch his lips and he was ready.

Then all of a sudden, his mouth was dry and he was choking. He couldn't breath. His mouth was stuffed full and it didn't stop. It kept getting worse. He was gagging on it and he was sure he was going to die.

That's when he woke up. Gasping for air, he jerked his head back as he yanked the mouthful of soft feathers and foam which was the corner of his pillow from his mouth.

Harley gasped for air, falling back against the headboard of his bed in a cold sweat. His mind raced at top speed.

"A dream...just a bad dream," he thought.

"No," he said aloud, "it may have been a dream but it's the truth, and I've been too blind to see it."

Slowly he climbed out of bed and walked to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of juice from the refrigerator, drank it slowly as he sat down at the kitchen table. He thought and thought. Finally he yawned, reminding himself that he should go back to bed.

Once in bed again, he couldn't clear his mind for a long time, as the images of what he'd dreamed and how he'd seen himself blended and merged into a blazing kaleidoscope. Finally, with a huge sigh, a fitful sleep overtook him again.

Harley's Turn

Only Sumi and the coffee shop cook were there when Harley entered the bus station the next morning. He hung up his coat then joined Sumi who was just bringing his regular breakfast over to a table in the corner. Harley noticed, as he had so often done before, Sumi's sexy, slim body, the lower half of which today filled out a pair of 501's to perfection.

"How are you today, Harley?" Sumi asked with a benign smile. As he sat down, Harley couldn't help but notice the well developed bulge at the crotch of Sumi's jeans.

Harley assured him of the state of his health than returned the favor of the question, answered calmly by the young Japanese.

"I had the damnedest dream last night," Harley said by way of explaining his big yawn midway through breakfast. "It was really unbelievable, and it kept me awake most of the night."

"Dreams are very puzzling," Sumi contributed, "you know, some people believe that they're what we dare not think when we're awake or can't say aloud." Harley gave him a hard look and then sighed.

"I hope they're wrong," he said finally, "this one was kind of frightening."

Just then, Jim Henderson walked through the coffee shop door. Sumi lowered his head in a slight bow and invited him to join them in the corner.

"Breakfast is on me," Sumi said quietly as Henderson sat down, his strong, muscular frame in stark contrast to Sumi's sleek, slim body. Harley thought that he sat down rather gingerly and smiled to himself though nothing was said.

"That's very nice of you," Henderson said with a broad smile. He gave his order to the waitress who hurried away in a dither after Henderson had smiled at her.

"Your men are good for business," Sumi answered, again with a slight bow of his head.

Henderson greeted Harley who answered with his standard, shy reply. Actually, after his dream the night before, Harley felt rather nervous in Henderson's company but he tried not to show it. He noted that Henderson seemed to be in an excellent mood and let his mind wander over what he'd heard and seen the night before. Again, it puzzled him.

"Our friend had a big dream last night," Sumi said quietly. "He's very thoughtful this morning."

"A dream or a fantasy?" Henderson asked with a chuckle as Harley started.

"What do you mean?" Harley asked.

"The difference between a dream and a fantasy," Henderson answered, "is whether you'd like it to come true. If you do, it's a fantasy. If not, it's a dream."

"That's the funny thing," Harley answered, deep in thought, "I'm not sure."

"Oh well, now," Henderson said with a smile, starting to devour his breakfast hungrily, "if a guy says he's not sure, it probably had to do with sex." He'd meant it as a joke, but both Harley reacted by flinching as Sumi gulped in a large breath and then exhaled quickly, trying to hide his surprise at Henderson's frankness.

They allowed the subject to change to more general talk about the road construction work as they finished their breakfast. As soon as he finished, Henderson thanked Sumi again and stood to go. Sumi also stood.

"Gotta get to work," Henderson said with a smile.

"Oh," Harley cried in surprise and both of them looked at him. Their positions, with both of them standing over him gave Harley a feeling of dejâ vu from the picture he'd seen in his dream. He caught himself before he spoke.

"What's the matter?" Sumi asked in surprise.

"It's nothing," Harley shrugged. "Nothing." They both watched as Henderson walked from the coffee shop, then Sumi sat down again, remaining silent for several minutes.

"You want to talk about it?" Sumi said finally. "I can tell something's really bothering you."

"No, no," Harley answered in a whisper, "I couldn't talk about it." He started to leave and was halfway across the coffee shop before Sumi spoke again.

"The offer stands," he said sincerely then smiled when Harley looked back. "It takes a lot to shock me." Harley smiled and waved but Sumi's next remark surprised him.

"Remember," he said with a sardonic chuckle, "I may be an inscrutable Oriental, but I'm a good listener too."

Harley glanced back, hearing the ironic tone, then smiled and waved again as he walked from the coffee shop and, checking to see that the ticket window was manned, walked upstairs to his office.

Harley started on his morning paperwork quickly and efficiently as always for several minutes then leaned back in his desk chair and yawned. Suddenly he felt very weak and tired, the combination of the restless night and the turmoil in his mind.

"You're a fool, Harley," he said aloud after several minutes. "You're a fucked- up fool!"

After a long time, he stood up and walked to the window of his office. He watched as young Johnnie worked efficiently alongside the older men, then turned to see strong, masculine Henderson giving orders to the butch truck driver he'd seen get it on with Annie.

With a sigh, Harley turned away from the window, deep in thought.

"Everyone has it figured out but me," he said aloud then repeated more quietly, "everyone but me."

He thought about Henderson with Mike last night and remembered the obvious fascination Johnnie and Ed had for each other. With a huge sigh, he turned back to his paperwork.

It was nearly ten-thirty when a sharp rap at the door startled him from his work. He was surprised to see Freddie the foreman from the road crew.

"Excuse me, sir," Freddie said quietly, "I was wondering if I could rent that room you have with the bed. I'm not feeling very well."

"Sure," Harley answered, quoting him the standard rate for the room. Freddie paid and took the key Harley handed him.

"I wonder," Harley said aloud as he closed the door again. He walked over and removed the picture from the wall, exposing the two-way mirror. Freddie lay on the bed and was obviously waiting for someone as he looked at the door almost every five seconds. Suddenly there was a very quiet knock.

For a change, Harley wasn't surprised. It was Jose, still rather timid and shy in these unfamiliar surroundings. Freddie jumped off the bed and opened the door, quickly pulling Jose into the room. Once inside, both men spoke in whispers.

"I want to," Harley heard Freddie say, "I really do, Jose."

Jose was still hesitant until Freddie knelt in front of him and reached for zipper of Jose's pants. Then Jose didn't hesitate. He quickly pulled his cock and balls out, displaying their better-than-average size with a certain pride.

"Oh yes," Freddie murmured, "just as I remember." He moved forward and his tongue flicked out to lick the barely uncovered head of Jose's uncut cock with eager enthusiasm. Freddie groaned as he tasted Jose's cock again and he quickly gulped almost half of the stiffening rod into his mouth and started sucking it intently. Jose moaned softly as he felt Freddie take more and more of his cock deep into his hot, wet mouth.

As Harley watched, he suddenly knew what Freddie was feeling. This wasn't punishment. This wasn't penance he had to do for making Jose service his cock. He was sucking him because he wanted to...because he now knew that this was what he wanted for himself too. Harley understood and envied Freddie that peace of mind.

"Wait," Jose said suddenly, his hands on Freddie's shoulders. Harley couldn't hear what Jose whispered, but understood as the two men stood and began to undress. Soon they were both back on the bed, moving quickly into a '69' position. Harley gulped and swallowed hard as he saw Jose take almost the full length of Freddie's stiff shaft into his mouth and start really sucking it.

Harley perhaps didn't realize it but this time he was watching the action from a completely different point of view. He found himself trying to concentrate on just how Jose was sucking. He watched as Jose expertly used the muscles of his mouth and tongue to excite and stimulate Freddie's cock.

As he glanced over at Freddie, Harley realized that he too was trying to imitate Jose's actions, trying to do all the things which really felt good on his own cock. To Harley, looking back and forth from one to the other, it was almost like looking at mirror images as the two guys sucked intensely.

After a number of minutes, Jose let Freddie's cock slip from his mouth and started to move away. Freddie protested, but Jose was quick, moving into a position astride Freddie's body. Freddie first looked puzzled, then his look turned to surprised anticipation as he watched Jose spit several times into his hand and carry that handful of spit to his ass.

Working quickly, Jose applied spit to his rear opening then quickly moved himself into position over Freddie's big, stiff organ. He positioned the head at his opening then started slowly to move up and down, each move impaling himself deeper and deeper on Freddie's tool.

"Oh God," Freddie cried out, "that feels really hot, man! Oh yeah!"

"Oh si," Jose whispered in return, his own substantial cock and balls bouncing against Freddie belly as he moved quickly up and down the shaft of Freddie's cock. Harley had a great view, and as he watched, Jose took inch after inch of Freddie's meat until all of what had looked to be over seven inches of thick cock was deep inside him. Only when he had it all did Jose stop moving for a moment.

"Aaah," Jose moaned and groaned when he knew he had all of Freddie's cock in him, then he mumbled words in Spanish which Harley couldn't understand. Freddie didn't understand either and it clearly worried him.

"You okay, buddy," he asked anxiously as Jose quickly reassured him.

"It feels good now," Jose said quietly, running his hands all over Freddie's muscular chest and shoulders. "You fuck me now."

Jose started suddenly to turn onto his side and Freddie held on, grabbing the cheeks of Jose's ass to make sure he kept his cock lodged inside. It took a little time and a little care, but soon Jose was on his back with Freddie well positioned between his raised legs.

"God damn," Freddie moaned, "I never felt anything as hot as that. Is it okay for you?"

"Uh-huh," Jose moaned, wrapping his arms around Freddie's shoulders as best he could. "Fuck me...si...fuck me, Freddie!" The way Jose rolled the sound caught Harley's attention even if Freddie didn't notice it.

Slowly and carefully, Freddie began to stroke his long, thick cock in and out of Jose's ass, and Jose answered each thrust with a satisfied groan.

Harley groped his own stiffening cock through his clothes, panting aloud as he felt his cock almost throbbing for attention. His gaze was locked on the picture before him, so much so in fact that he didn't hear the timid knock on the door.

Harley didn't hear the door open either, or the light footsteps which crossed to where he stood. The first thing he was aware of was the gentle touch on his crotch, the knowing hand which found his stiff cock and held it gently but firmly through the fabric. He jumped wildly in surprise.

"What the hell..." he shouted, but the voice behind him was calm and quiet.

"Oh yes," the faceless voice whispered from behind him, "oh, that feels wonderful."

Harley turned and their eyes met, locked briefly on each other until Harley looked away.

"Sumi...," Harley started but Sumi cut him off.

"Please," Sumi said tenderly, "please don't fight it."

"But I'm so ashamed," Harley said quietly, "I'm embarrassed that you caught me watching them."

"It's okay," Sumi whispered, "it's okay. I know." Silently, he knelt and moved in front of Harley, reaching up to undo the zipper of Harley's pants soundlessly. Harley gasped as he felt Sumi's hand reach into his shorts, then he groaned as he felt the soft touch of Sumi's fingers against his cock and balls.

"It's not very big," Harley said almost apologetically.

"Shhh," Sumi whispered, then carefully but expertly, he withdrew the stiff, throbbing organ from Harley's pants and silently started nibbling and licking at its mushroom shaped head.

When Sumi started to suck the head of his cock Harley gasped and moaned again.

"Oh yes," he moaned, "that feels so good...oh God, I never dreamed it would feel so good."

Sumi sucked tenderly and gently, each stroke taking more and more of Harley's cock deep into his mouth until finally Sumi captured all six inches. Harley gasped again as he felt his cock reach the back of Sumi's mouth and push into the bend of his throat.

Harley couldn't believe how good it felt. He'd thought about getting his cock sucked for a long time, but had never dreamed it could feel that wildly exciting. His head reeled as the wild sensations spread throughout his body, and suddenly he felt he was losing his balance.

"Oh," he started, moving back involuntarily to lean against the corner of his desk. The motion jerked his cock from Sumi's mouth who looked up in surprise.

"You okay?" Sumi asked anxiously. He didn't wait for an answer but crawled close to Harley again and went back to sucking his cock.

"Oh yes," Harley gasped, "it's just that what you're doing feels so good."

That was all Sumi needed to hear and he started sucking harder, deeper and faster. Harley felt himself actually start to weave physically as the handsome young Japanese's mouth sent sparks through every nerve in his body.

From the room beyond, the noises made it clear that Freddie was now really fucking Jose's hot ass, but this time Harley wasn't distracted from the incredible sensations on his cock.

"I can't help it," Harley mumbled, then his voice rose in a crescendo as the feelings washed over him. "Oh God...I'm gonna come...I never felt anything like that before...oh God...oh yes...now!"

Sumi grabbed his balls and twisted them as they pulled closer to his body than they ever had before. Harley's cock spasmed wildly and erupted deep in Sumi's mouth.

"OH!" he cried loudly as the first blast of cum shot deeply into Sumi's hot, wet mouth. Sumi responded with a low, satisfied moan.

"OH!" Harley cried again as shot after shot of his juices followed the first. Sumi kept sucking every inch of Harley's cock as the wild orgasm went on and on, slowing the pace only to swallow the copious load Harley's cock was pumping into his mouth. Sumi didn't stop sucking until he'd caught and swallowed every drop and felt Harley's cock finally begin to soften again.

A loud noise in the next room attracted the attention of both of them. Harley and Sumi both glanced through the two-way mirror just as Freddie slammed his cock into Jose's ass hard and deep and held it there, all the while stroking Jose's cock until it erupted, showering both of them with his huge load of cum. Sumi made a quiet sound which Harley didn't understand.

Harley stood and walked over to the mirror, deliberately picking up the picture which covered it and replacing it.

"What you did was much more exciting than watching ever was," Harley said, pulling Sumi to his feet.

"I've been wanting to do that for so long," Sumi said quietly. "I knew you liked to watch people, but I'd always hoped this would happen."

Harley walked to the chair opposite his desk and sat down, deep in thought. Minutes passed in silence until Sumi started toward the door.

"No. Don't go, please," Harley pleaded, and as he raised his eyes to meet Sumi's they were full of tears.

"What's the matter?" Sumi asked matter-of-factly and Harley reached out his hands to pull him close. As Sumi drew near, Harley wrapped his arms around the young Oriental's waist and cuddled his head against him. They stayed in that position for a minute or so, until Sumi finally rested his hand on the back of Harley's head.

"There's only one thing ..." Harley started finally, his voice a whisper. "It's that...." He hesitated again.

"What's that?" Sumi asked gently.

With a trembling hand, Harley reached for the buttons of Sumi's jeans, undoing them one by one. When the last button was undone, Harley carefully pulled them open and down, exposing the stark whiteness of Sumi's shorts.

"You don't have to...." Sumi started to say but Harley interrupted him.

"I want to," he said, "I must...." He very carefully hooked his thumbs into the sides of Sumi's shorts and pulled them down. Sumi's cock poked up against the cotton fabric which covered it and bounced up as Harley released it.

"Oh my," Harley said, almost involuntarily as Sumi's cock and balls were revealed. "That's really beautiful," Harley whispered.

Sumi's cock matched his body, not too long and rather slender, but well-formed and perfectly circumcised. Harley studied it thoroughly before he finally took the stiffening shaft into his hand.

"That's beautiful," he repeated as he began to stroke the younger man's organ. Sumi moaned softly, waiting patiently.

Several minutes went by, Sumi moaning softly as Harley's gentle touch discovered and grew accustomed to the velvety touch of the fleshy tube in his hand. Then with his other hand, Harley began to fondle the twin orbs which hung beneath and behind Sumi's cock. Harley couldn't get over how good doing all this felt to him.

Suddenly Harley sighed deeply and looked up into Sumi's intense dark eyes. Staring into them, Harley rather clumsily knelt in front of him. He looked again at Sumi's handsome endowment and ever so cautiously Harley extended his tongue toward the head of Sumi's cock.

He stopped, hesitating. He remembered his dream and how it had ended in terror as he felt himself choking. With a resolute sigh, he then caught himself up.

"I want this," he whispered quietly to himself, "I want to do this."

That settled it and he felt his whole body relax. Several moment passed before he began a slow, methodical licking and tasting of Sumi's cock and balls. He wanted to make sure he'd touched and licked every inch of Sumi's smooth flesh. Then with another sigh, Harley moved forward and the slender, beautiful organ entered his mouth.

He didn't choke. He didn't gag. He sucked tenderly and gently as he found himself able to take more and more of Sumi's cock into his mouth. Minutes passed quickly as Harley pleasured himself in enjoying every sensation connected with what he was doing. Suddenly Sumi touched his shoulder.

"Suck a little harder," he whispered and Harley was caught short.

"Uh-huh," he mumbled, his mouth full of Sumi's stiff organ, and he began to do as Sumi had asked. With infinite care, he tried applying more pressure against the rock-hard cock and discovered that when he did this, Sumi's cock seemed to throb and jump against his mouth and tongue.

How exciting, Harley thought, and did it more. Now he was trying to take every bit of Sumi's cock into his mouth with each stroke. Sumi got more excited and began to groan quietly, which in turn got Harley ever more excited to please him again and again.

Suddenly, Harley felt every muscle in Sumi's lithe body stiffen. He knew what it meant, even with his limited experience, but the prospect of having Sumi come in his mouth briefly frightened him. He pushed the fear from his mind and it was quickly replaced by a wild excitement.

"Oh yes," was all Sumi said, but even with the warning, Harley was caught by surprise. With a wild spasm, Sumi's cock throbbed against his tongue and his cheek and Harley felt and then tasted the first of Sumi's eruption.

Harley kind of panicked. He didn't know what to do. He'd seen plenty of others swallow a guy's come but it hadn't prepared him for this moment. He stopped sucking and just held the spurting cock gently as he felt more and more of Sumi's load filling his mouth. It didn't taste unpleasant. In fact, Harley thought, it tasted good.

As Sumi moaned gently, suddenly all of Harley's fears were gone. In that single moment, he discovered the joy of satisfying another person, of having them feel all those fantastic sensations. And just as suddenly, he felt immensely proud.

He swallowed greedily then and began sucking again, trying to nurse all he could from the cock softening in his mouth. Sumi's hand gently touched his shoulder and finally Harley moved off his cock. He sat back on his heels and looked up into the face of his young friend.

Sumi leaned forward and gently kissed Harley on the lips. Harley returned the kiss with equal gentleness, delighting in the soft touch of Sumi's lips.

"Thank you," Sumi said, a beautiful smile crossing his face.

"No," Harley answered, "Thank you. You've given me a life, Sumi. I can never repay you."

Sumi wrapped his arms around him as they kissed again and again.

When, several minutes later, Sumi walked over and peeked behind the picture through the two-way mirror, the room was empty. He commented on it to Harley.

"I don't even care," Harley said with a broad, meaningful grin.

After all the years of being alone, living alone, and finding only vicarious excitement of his life by watching other people, the next three months were a revelation for Harley.

It started that same evening when he and Sumi sat together for hours at his apartment recounting experiences and talking of their personal feelings. Sumi was very happy being a homosexual which he talked about with a frankness which first startled and then comforted Harley. Harley told him the story of his dream, being very careful to leave out all the names of anyone he thought Sumi might know. That's when Sumi really surprised him.

"Actually I've known about your watching place over the rest rooms for a long time," Sumi said quietly, "I found it by accident one time when you were out at a meeting."

Harley shrugged. It wasn't his secret any longer, but somehow it didn't matter very much.

"I didn't know about the two-way mirror until just the other day," Sumi went on. Harley gave him a puzzled look.

"See, I thought you were just looking at the women's room," he said, "It was Jim Henderson who told me you watched the men's room too. He's the one who figured out about the two-way mirror too."

"What?" Harley asked, stunned at the news. "How did he...." Harley laughed then. "Well, I'll be."

Suddenly they were both laughing and talking at the same time. Harley ached to tell Sumi about Henderson and the young blond in the trailer. He knew he didn't dare, but when he said something else about Henderson, Sumi headed him off.

"Oh yeah," Sumi interrupted his thoughts, "Jim's a great guy."

Harley looked at Sumi questioningly.

"How did he know about you?" Harley asked seriously.

"It's kind of like radar," Sumi answered. "After the first couple of times he came into the coffee shop, I think we both knew. We just started talking about things the last couple of days. I don't know how he figured out about you, unless maybe that's radar too."

Harley was too embarrassed to tell Sumi about having watched the two incidents with Henderson so he remained silent.

"Jim's all excited now because he thinks he's found the guy he wants as a lover." Harley almost choked but still said nothing.

They talked and laughed until late in the evening, then wordlessly went to bed in Harley's big bed, kissed some more, had sex again, and slept together all through the night. It was the first of many such nights for Harley, mostly with Sumi, but occasionally with someone else.

Amazingly, Sumi understood and was patient about Harley's little flings. He was frankly amused as Harley tried to make up for the years he'd wasted and learn all of the joys of life he'd denied himself so long.

In the end Sumi's patience was its own reward. Harley and he eventually settled down to a life filled with love and caring which was what they'd both sought all the time.

Epilogue

Once out in the open, Harley learned how many meetings in the bus station rest room had ended happily.

Annie and her truck driver married and began the production of what seemed to be an endless stream of kids, the third or fourth of which they actually named Harley. After a while she gave up waitressing in the coffee shop and stayed home to take care of her brood.

Tom and Ryan settled down very happily together, as did Tony and Bill, who changed jobs and moved to town to live with Tony. When they happened to meet the two couples socially, Harley feigned ignorance of any past activity at the bus station, though it surprised him that none of them ever recognized him as being the station manager. Obviously, he figured out, when they'd been there they had other things in mind.

Jim Henderson and his lover Mike became rather close friends with Harley and Sumi. Henderson never openly mentioned Harley's peep holes, though they had a fun exchange when Harley asked Jim one day about Freddie and Jose.

Jim smiled knowingly and told Harley that he'd caught them at it again in the trailer.

"Really?" Harley asked in surprise. "I thought you told them never to...."

"You hear well," Jim replied with a wicked grin. "Yeah, they were really going at it right there on my damn desk."

"Really?" Harley asked again, his old tendency flaring up as he waited for details.

"I suppose you want to know?" Jim asked in a whisper, and Harley nodded somewhat guiltily.

"Well," Jim answered with a chuckle, "Suffice to say that Freddie seemed to like having Jose's big fat cock stuffed up his butthole. I mean he was begging for Jose to fuck him harder, though he looked pretty surprised when I caught them at it."

"Time was when I couldn't understand that," Harley countered quietly, "but just lately I've learned why it's fun." Henderson roared with laughter at Harley's rather innocent-sounding admission.

Harley laughed in turn, then whispered his own wickedness.

"Gee," he said with glee. "Imagine anyone getting fucked on that old desk?" After a long moment of silence, Henderson grinned back at him.

"How about a truce?" he asked quietly, "God knows what all you know, you son of a bitch?" Harley laughed, they shook hands solemnly, and the truce was forever honored.

Harley also learned through Henderson that Johnnie and Ed had become lovers too, and that now that Ed was through college he'd talked Johnnie into going back to school too.

Harley lost track of Hank after his route changed, though he strongly suspected that wherever Hank went, some type of action would be sure to develop.

Though Harley never saw the biker again, he saw the charter driver several times, but not in action again. Of course, Harley had given up most of his peeping by then. Most of it, anyway.