Jackknife, Chapter 3: The Truck Stop Showers

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Written and edited by CubDex

Jackknife, Chapter 3: The Truck Stop Showers

The smell of steam and sweat hit Mason's nose as he entered the humid set of rooms. It had been a few days since he had access to working showers. At the last two stops for the day both showers were out of order leaving many grumpy truckers resorting to bathe with baby wipes or their drinking water out by their trucks. Mason had the truck parked and ready for the night a bit before sunset. There weren't too many other trucks here, so it'd be likely that there wouldn't be a line for the showers. That also meant he wouldn't feel rushed and could take his time under the hot water. Thankfully he didn't have to head out until late tomorrow to meet his deadline for the next load pickup he had plenty of time to relax.

Mason wasn't unfamiliar with taking what you could get, but baby wipes don't quite get the grime off like an actual shower does. He sighed in relief when he heard the sound of water splashing across tile, a sign that finally he had access to a real shower.

There were a few other truckers in the public showers of this truck stop off of i90. Mason glanced around the room after he rounded the double switchback hallway designed to block any view of the locker area and potential unwanted nudity. A small set of lockers lined the right wall, with the entrance to the actual showers across from it. There were a few sinks and mirrors on the opposite wall from the entrance meant for shaving or anything similar. Two other gentlemen were in the process of drying off and putting their clothes on as he was entering. Mason didn't stop as he made his way to an empty locker to drop his clothes into. He had done this many times, and public nudity wasn't something he was typically too shy to see or engage in.

Mason opened the nearest locker and threw the clean clothes in first before starting to strip his shirt off. Quickly shucking his pants and boxer briefs down, he threw them into the locker as well and shut it, carrying his towel in front of his crotch as he walked to the showers in flip-flops.

He walked into the hallway that contained the showers. The smaller room had four showers on each wall, each one sectioned off by tile covered privacy walls. Each stall's entrance had a thin membrane plastic drape to give the recipient some privacy. It wasn't completely transparent, but you could still see general shapes through the material.

Mason turned into the last stall on the right and tapped to pay with his phone the small waterproof kiosk to start the timer for his shower. He twisted the handle to start the water. A freezing jet of water shot out at him, making him hiss through closed teeth as he jumped back slightly. Once the water started to warm up he threw his towel over the shower curtain rod and stepped under the now warmer water. He rinsed the sweat from his eyes, nose, and face, rubbing slowly down to his round midsection. Right as he was feeling warmed up he realized he had left his toiletries in the locker.

"Shit" he muttered to himself.

He quickly pulled the curtain back and speed walked back to the locker room naked and dripping with water. Mason bee-lined to his locker and opened it to grab the toiletries. As he closed it he glanced over to see that there was one other trucker in the locker room stripping down to take his shower. His bare back was turned towards Mason and he was kneeling down taking off his shoes and socks, with his jeans still on.

Mason's face immediately went flush from the sight of him. He had the perfect body. Taller than him by a few inches, muscular, with a thick upper body with strong arms. His shoulders, arms, and back was dusted with dark hair, not too thick but just enough to give him a slightly fuzzy appearance. He had a small belly, nothing close to a beer gut but more like a well proportioned torso that complimented his upper body well. His hair was cut short with a little length on top. He had a slight farmers tan. Even through his jeans Mason could see thick legs and an ass, with some hair poking up behind his belt line. And, as added bonus, Mason could smell his musk from a few feet away, making his cock thicken slightly.

Mason didn't even realize he had stopped and was staring at this individual from behind. The man undid his belt and slide his jeans down. Mason had to stop himself from gasping. This perfect man was wearing a white jockstrap. Mason had never really though of jockstraps as an erotic thing before. He had seen plenty in high school and college locker rooms. It was nothing new. But something about this man plus the jockstrap made Mason incredibly horny.

The man threw his jeans in the locker and turned towards the showers, briefly glancing to his right making eye contact with Mason. He must have realized that Mason had been staring at him because he slowed down for a step and gave him a slight wink. The man's face matched his perfect body. He had a thick beard that covered his mouth and jaw well. His eyes were hard, but showed a sense of kindness. He had the look of a man who had worked very hard his entire life, which Mason now guessed to be around 40 years old, but clearly in great shape. He may have had some extra belly fat, but there was defined muscle underneath all that.

Mason almost melted from the wink as the man turned away walking into the shower area, showing his perfect ass towards Mason's direction. Mason prayed in his head "please, please, choose the opposite stall from mine, please!"

Almost like the man heard him, he walked to the final set of stalls and entered the one opposing Mason's. His heart beat quickened. Should he just act normal and close his curtain? Should he try and peak at the man while he was showering?

Mason was now hard as a rock, and blushed as he noticed. Thankfully no one else was in the locker room, so he quickly tried to hide his stiff manhood and headed towards his still running shower. The other man's curtain was closed, but as Mason passed by he could see that there was a slight opening on the right side of it. He briefly got a glance of this man's hairy ass bent over. He had removed his jockstrap and threw it over the side letting it hang on the shower rod like a statement that he didn't care who saw him in his confidence.

Mason quickly closed his own shower curtain and breathed heavily for a second, unsure of what to do. He stepped under the shower hoping it would help sooth his mind and bring him clarity. After a moment, he decided to take a peak.

"Fuck it" he whispered.

Mason slowly moved the right side of the curtain over, trying not to let the metal rings make a sound. Ever so quietly, the high pitched metal on metal scrape emanated. Mason sucked in his breath, hoping this other man didn't hear him. He waited a moment, as from this angle he couldn't see anything, he would have to step to his right slightly.

Trying to play casual, Mason moved around making the water from the shower stop hitting the tiled floor at random intervals hoping that the man would assume he wasn't watching him. Then, Mason moved over the right side to take a look.

The man had left his own shower curtain open slightly. From down the hall, no one would have seen anything, only the person opposite had a view, and luckily it was Mason. He almost started drooling from the sight. The man was covered in soapy water, currently rubbing it into his hair with his eyes closed and face pointed slightly upward. The sudsy water was spilling onto his broad shoulders and down his back, following his curves and contours as it filled between his two gorgeous cheeks and down his tree trunk legs. The man was faced slightly away from Mason, so he couldn't quite see his front, or cock for that matter. The man let out a sigh of relief as he massaged his scalp with the soapy water. Mason's cock was dripping pre-cum, and he didn't dare touch it unknown of whether he'd be able to stifle his moans.

The man dropped his head forward and rinsed the soap from his hair, then bent downward picking up something else from his toiletries kit. Mason had to stop himself from gawking at the mans perfect ass and balls as he was bent over. Mason looked at this amazing sight, soaking in as much as possible. His perfect cheeks and legs. Then, the man bent forward even more, seemingly to reach for something else, making his ass spread. A globule of pre-cum shot out of Mason's cock without him touching himself as he looked at the man's exposed hole.

Mason darted back to the middle of the stall, unsure if the man saw him looking in his periphery. After waiting a moment he didn't hear anything, so he slowly peaked around the corner again. He was soaping up his upper body with body wash, only this time he was at an angle to where Mason could see more of his font. The profile of his body was perfect. Pronounced pecs, and a round belly that sloped downward to his groin. Mason could just make out the man's cock head. From how far away it was from his body, Mason guessed that it was fairly long and equally thick. He didn't look cut, but Mason couldn't tell for certain without leaning more to his right, which would definitely give him away.

He watched from the shadows as the man rubbed his chest, then his belly, just below his belly, but stopped above his cock. He slowly repeated the pattern, chest, belly, then just below, over and over. It drove Mason nuts. He just barely could see the prize, and he wanted more. The man even got more soap as he thoroughly cleaned his upper body. Finally, the man stopped and turned towards Mason. Mason almost darted back, were it not for his quick realization that the man had his face turned upwards and walked backwards into the stream of water to rinse off his body.

Mason gawked at him. His cock was big. Bigger than Mason's for sure. It's fat head sat against his voluptuous balls that hung low from the heat of the water. The man seemed to be cut, and Mason guessed he was at least 5 inches long in it's current state as it hung there. The man stayed under the water for a while, even after all the soap was gone. He slowly caressed his belly and chest, rubbing them with his hands. Every now and again he'd brush against his cock, almost squeezing it, all the while his eyes remained closes.

Mason's cock was thumping with his heartbeat, his mouth open, remaining fixated on this perfect man. He glanced back up from staring at this titan's cock to see that one of the man's eyes was open, and looking right at him. Mason froze in place. Neither of them making a sound. The world felt like it stopped, he dare not make a move.

Then, the man smiled, and winked at Mason, before turning around and bending down to grab more soap.

Mason exhaled the breath he had been holding for what seemed like an eternity. He watched the man stay bent over for a while, unsure of what to do. Was he inviting Mason?

As he pondered, the man stood upright and turned around again facing Mason. He started applying soap to his crotch and legs, rubbing it in until bubbles and foam formed. He wasn't look at Mason this time, he was staring down, focused. He bent his legs slightly, rubbing soap into the space under his balls, and reached back with his other hand to rub some into his ass. The man still didn't look up at Mason, so he continued to watch the show. Oh how Mason yearned to be the one applying that soap all over his hairy body.

The man started to stroke his cock every now and then to apply the soap. He used both hands to catch the bubbly water that was falling down his legs and reapply it to his crotch. He stopped the attention on his cock and started rubbing his balls, making sure they were squeaky clean. Then, he reached back up to his thick cock and started to rub it again. The soap was very well applied at this point, clearly more than enough. But the man kept rubbing his cock, letting it thicken and grow. Mason watched, almost drooling at the sight of this man now clearly enjoying himself.

The man lifted his head up, Mason nervously glanced away, but out of curiosity looked back only a few seconds later. The man had his head pointed upward again, but his eyes were closed this time. His right hand continued to stroke his soapy tool. His cock now stood at fully attention. At least 7 inches long, and as thick as a beer can. Mason's own cock was now dripping a steady stream of pre-cum, ready to cum at any moment, probably without Mason having to touch it should this go on long enough.

Very slowly, the man jerked his cock. Up and down, with intent. He scooped up more soap from his balls and legs to help keep everything slick and lubed up. With his other hand, he fondled his balls around, squeezing them, pulling them slightly. Mason heard the man let out a soft moan, just loud enough for him to hear, as the man had his face pointed slightly upward with his eyes closed. His left hand left his balls and moved to his ass. The man moaned softly again as he seemingly was playing with his ass.

He rotated around, and Mason looked as the man bent over slightly showing off his middle finger as it was rubbing his hole. Mason moaned, involuntarily, definitely loud enough for him to hear. And yet, the man didn't stop or move. He continued to be slightly bent over, rubbing the soap into his ass. Then, Mason watched as he applied more force to his finger, and his hand slowly started to disappear into his ass. He was fingering himself. A large glob of pre-cum dripped from Mason's cockhead. Mason reached up and started playing with his nipples as he watched this private show. The man let out a louder moan this time as his finger went deeper into his hole. Slowly, he pulled it out, then pushed it back in again, fucking himself with his finger. This went on for a few minutes, and Mason didn't know how much longer he could hold on.

The man stopped, stood up, and turned around while holding his cock in his right hand. He was now feverishly jerking it, up and down, up and down. He was now looking down at his cock as he stroked it, his face contorted into one of pleasure and determination. Mason knew what came next...

Quickly, Mason grabbed his own cock and matched the man's pace, jerking his cock to the same speed. He stifled a moan as he felt the waves of pleasure emanate from his rock hard cock. He looked over at the man's crotch, just as he began to tighten up and slightly bend over. He heard a groan slip through his lips an the man's mouth hung open slightly as his pace got quicker and quicker. Then, he let out a loud "Aww, fuck!" as rope after rope of cum shot out of the man's cock. He grunted with each shot, as it landed a few feet from him onto the shower floor. Four, five, and six times he grunted while the cum streamed out of his cock head, sending Mason over the edge.

"Shit!" he hissed, as his cock shot load after load onto the curtain. Mason couldn't do anything but let wave after wave of ecstasy hit him like a truck. His cum struck the shower curtain with such force that it could be heard across the room. Rope after rope shot out, dripping down the curtain. Slowly, the orgasm ended and mason looked up at the man who was still breathing heavily as a slow stream of cum leaked out of his now slightly drooping cock. They made eye contact again, and the man winked at Mason before bringing his cum covered hand to his mouth, and turning around to rinse himself off.

Had Mason not just came, he would have again from that sight. He quickly closed the curtain and cleaned himself up. He rapidly went through the motions of his shower routine, eager to get back to the safety of his truck. As he was finishing he heard the other shower turn off and the curtain open. He stopped, looking at the shadows of this hulking man hit his curtain. Was he going to approach Mason?

The man stood there for a few second, before turning and walking towards the locker room. Mason breathed again, letting his anxiety diminish. He rinsed off one final time, and turned off the shower.

Curiously he poked his head around the curtain to see if the man was gone, luckily for him: he wasn't. The now dripping large man was in the middle of the locker room in full view of the hallway, with one leg up on a bench. His massive cock and balls dangled below as he dried them and his legs off his legs with the towel. Mason grabbed his own towel and started to dry his hair and head off while he watched from the showers. The man turned, and walked towards his locker not before looking over his shoulder briefly to find Mason checking him out. He smirked and went back to drying himself off and getting his clothes ready. He quickly pulled a pair of black briefs out and threw them on. Hilariously they barely contained his package, clearly these were a size too small.

The man threw a shirt and his jeans back on, before grabbing the rest of his things. Mason couldn't see what he was doing, but he had stopped for a minute at his locker, and was bent over. He stood up, placed something in his locker and shut it before turning around and leaving the locker room briefly eying Mason with a smile who was still leaning over in the shower doorway watching him like an idiot.

As soon as Mason heard the door to the locker room shut, he grabbed all his things from the shower and stepped out into the hall. Something caught his eye though... The man had left his jockstrap hanging on the shower curtain rod.

Mason stopped and stared at it. Should he grab it...? He thought for a moment, then quickly reached up and grabbed the garment. before stuffing it in the rest of this things so that no one could see. He sped to the locker, threw on his clean clothes and glanced at the slightly open locker that the other man had used. He slowly walked over, and looked inside. The man had left a small piece of paper, folded up. With shaking hands, Mason grabbed it and opened it.

In clear and beautiful hand writing, it said: "That was fun, stud. Would love to do it again soon." and below a phone number.

"Holy shit!! Some guy gave me his phone number!" Mason had been given phone numbers before, but never from guys, especially hot guys he would do unspeakable things for. He grinned, folding it back up and carefully placing it in his wallet. He had a shit-eating grin the whole way back to his cab from the showers. As he walked by he checked to see if the man was outside, but it was only him. The few other trucks that were parked for the night all had their privacy screens up, so Mason couldn't easily see if anyone was watching him.

All the while he beamed with happiness as he climbed into his truck for the night.

Mason stared at the piece of paper in his hands.

"That was fun, stud. Would love to do it again soon."

He blushed while thinking about the encounter. A man he would never in a million years approach, jerked off for him in the truck stop showers. He still couldn't believe it. He had already entered the phone number this mystery man left on the note into his phone under the contact "Shower Guy."

It had been half an hour, and Mason just sat on his bed, unsure of what to do next. Thoughts raced through his mind. Should he text him? Call him? Or just leave it alone. For all he knew the man could be a serial killer. Mason bounced his leg up and down in anxiety. Then, he glanced at his towel and clothes he brought back from the showers. The man's jockstrap was just poking out, almost taunting Mason.

He quickly snatched it up. It was clearly somewhat old or worn. The logo on the band had mostly faded mostly with the exception of a few ink marks from the manufacturer. The leg bands were still surprisingly taught, the waist was slightly worn in some spots, and the crotch had a few faded areas in the middle, likely from cum and other fluids. Mason licked his lips. He raised it up to his nose and gave it a whiff.

Mason's cock jumped to a half-hard state almost immediately. He was stunned by the aroma. It was that special kind of sweat a man only gets by his groin. A musky, manly scent that made Mason's eyes roll back into his head. He continued to breathe in, now pressing the crotch pouch against his nose and mouth completely, mindlessly stroking his cock from the outside of his boxer breifs. He never knew a scent could overpower him so strongly. He could have easily cum right then and there, but decided against it and put the jock down. His cock was still slightly sore from the intense orgasm he had in the showers.

Headlights flashed through a small crack in his privacy screen and Mason looked up. He heard another semi truck leaving the truck stop. Images flashed through his mind of the sexy trucker he showered with driving a big rig, pulling away from Mason's current respite never to be seen again. He nervously looked back at his phone.

"Well" he thought. "I might as well text him. What's the worst that could happen?"

He grabbed his phone and unlocked it, leaving him at the empty text thread with his cursor flashing in the text-entry field. "Hey... you left this note with your number in your locker. I was the other guy in the showers with you." Mason looked at the message and re-read it back to himself. He stared down at his phone, looking at the green send button. He sat there for what felt like an eternity.

Quickly, he sucked in his breath and hit the send button. Mason held his breath for a few moments longer and exhaled.

Wow, had he really just done that? What if he input the number wrong? What if the guy was messing with him? Mason's thoughts raced as he took in the ramifications of what he had just done and the possibilities thereafter. He fidgeted as he held the phone, unsure what exactly to do next. One minute passes. Two minutes pass. Five minutes later he sat there expectantly. Mason's fidgeting stopped, and he set his phone down on the makeshift nightstand. He sighed, starting to feel stupid for even trying something like that.

Right as Mason was starting to let go of the idea of talking to this beautiful man, his phone chimed. Excitedly he snatched up his phone and unlocked it again.

"Hey stud! That was super hot back there in the showers, glad I caught a look at you when I did. Made my day showering with a cute cub like yourself!"

Mason smiled, almost giddy. He quickly started typing a reply.

"Thanks! :) Honestly that made my day too. You are very handsome." The smiley face felt somewhat fake, but he figured he'd try and be hip.

A minute later he replied again. "Happy to make your day, stud! If you're up for it I was about to go grab a bite to eat at this little diner next to the truck stop. Want to tag along?"

Mason's heart raced. Was this guy actually asking him to come get food? Like, a date? He instantly got nervous thinking about being in public with another man at a diner like that. It was 2023 so he doubted he'd get beaten by some country hick, but you never know.

He started typing a message again. "Sure thing, I could go for some grub. When would you like to meet?"

The man replied "Now is as good as a time as ever! I'll head over. See you soon, handsome!"

Mason smiled at the compliment. Before he may have had a sense of guilt over flirting or being flirted with another guy, but he actually felt happy about it. A hell of a lot of anxiety certainly, but also happy. He savored the good feeling, then stood up looking for his "nice" clothes. A pair of jeans and a gray t-shirt with a light flannel over top, with a pair of hiking boots. He looked at himself in the mirror quickly combing his hair with his fingers. Satisfied, he grabbed his keys and jumped out of the cab's driver side door. Locking up the truck, he turned, smiled and started walking towards the small diner across from the truck stop.

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