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Marine Home on Leave By Randall Rumper
Chapter 28: Uncertain Times
The Christmas and New Year holidays had faded into history. I found myself longing for my Marine more than ever, but he was so far away. In the meantime I was awaiting a new semester to begin at the local college. I continued working for Mr. Driver with Sheldon mentoring me on the big tow truck. Mr. Driver and Sheldon already prepared my letters of qualification for TRAA testing in the spring at the Florida tow show. With the driving test for my commercial driver's license behind me I was now qualified to operate any big rig on the road, and once I passed the Tow Recovery Association's tests I would be fully qualified as a tow and recovery specialist.
With the economy in the dumper things had slowed to a crawl in my town, especially vehicle repairs; however, towing was still strong. I couldn't complain my boss had been good to me, paying for everything that was work related. I didn't have to worry about expenses for any of the testing and Mr. Driver was footing the bill for all of us attending the show and taking the TRAA test. Four of us would fly down for the show and testing in the spring. Until then I continued working as an apprentice in the repair shop and driving tow trucks as a backup driver when called upon. A couple of the younger shop gophers had already been forced to take unpaid time off. Oh, my sex life was waning too.
Yep, my sex life had taken an unauthorized leave of absences as Ronny would call it. My mentor at the shop the bisexual Sheldon had gone back to living with his winch after we returned from the road trip in November. I hadn't seen Lee, my Korean-American boyfriend, much since then either. I missed him. The last time I'd been sexually active with him was early December. In the meantime during my sexual slump I was finding solace in masturbation and with my assortment of dildos.
I would dream about my old sexual partners using the rubber sex toys to fill my ass as I massaged my meat to orgasms. I saw Ronny's brother Brandon once at the Driver family Christmas Eve dinner and party, but nothing happened between us. Instead, I went home after the party and used the biggest dildo to fill my ass dreaming that it was Brandon. The e-mails and calls between me and Ronny had fallen off to about two or three times a month, but I still remember him filling my ass with his schlong. Of course I'd remained in contact with Bill Bonehardt my over the road truck driver friend that I met in November.
Of a night when Bill was within reception area of my CB radio or when we could catch a skip we chatted. We e-mailed on an almost daily basis and called each other once in while. I found from Bill that long distance trucking is a lonely job; therefore, we'd become close friends since our meeting. There had never been a hint of sexual interest on the part of Bill in me as a partner. I did have visions of Bill cornholing we with his super-sized trucker's cock. Bill kept reminding me of his invitation to ride with him across country someday when I was free. I envisioned us fucking each other in his sleeper as we would stop along the way from destination to destination. I'd told Ronny about meeting Bill and the invitation, but not about my fantasy. He told me to go for it if I got the chance. After a pleasurable morning shower and healthy jack off thinking about Ronny's seven inch saber impaled in my ass I was ready for another day of drudgery at the
garage.
When I arrived for work Mr. Driver met me with a solemn look on his face saying, Gary, I need to speak to you in my office."
The boss offered me a cup of black coffee saying, "Gary, you're like a son to me and you've done great around the shop as well as driving tow trucks; however, as far as repair work around the garage I'm going to have to let you take some unpaid time off. There is just not enough work to support you in the shop at this time."
I sat there in total shock. I didn't know what to say. I knew my tuition for the spring semester was paid and had money set aside for my books as well as a couple months rent. Finally, I mustered up the strength for a reply asking, "How long?"
"I can't say for sure but at least two weeks maybe till the first of February, or longer. Just depends on this freaking economy, but as soon as things break lose you'll be the first to come back to work. No one is spending. Do you have enough money to tide you over?"
"I guess," was my reply.
"I'll not stand in your way if you want to apply for unemployment today or look for another job," the old man said, "and I'll pay you under the table when I need you until I can get you back on the payroll. By the way you're still on to go to Florida with us this spring, so continue studying."
"Thank you sir," I replied.
With that said Mr. Driver stood up extending his hand saying, "Sorry son." We shook hands and said our goodbyes for the time being. I departed the shop somewhat dejected, but what the hell I think I knew it was coming. The boss was a good person and an excellent businessman. He was only protecting his investment. I decided to go over to the Waffle House off the Interstate for breakfast to boost my spirits.
As I got behind the wheel of Ronny's truck and began heading towards the Interstate my cell went off, "Hello... Yeah... Sure, in fact I was heading out that way to get breakfast. My hours just got cut at the shop. See you in a few."
What a surprise my OTR trucker friend Bill had just dropped his trailer and was heading west on the Interstate. He asked me to meet him at the truck repair and then he promised to buy breakfast at Waffle House. He was dropping his tractor off for oil change and brake system maintenance. I parked Ronny's truck and headed inside for a cup of coffee while I waited for Bill to show up.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and a familiar voice say, "Hey buddy."
I jerked my head around to see Bill standing behind me asking, "Seat taken?" Pointing the seat next to me.
"Not to my knowledge."
Bill took the vacant seat at the counter asking, "So, what's this I hear about you getting some time off?"
"Yep, nothin happening at the shop so the old man asked me to take some unpaid time off."
"A lot of folks losin their jobs these days. So what you doing in the meantime?" Bill asked.
"Not much. Waitin for school to start back up in three weeks. So, how long you got to wait on your rig?" I asked.
Bill took a sip from his coffee before answering, "Waiting for a call from the shop to find out now. I may have to get brake shoes put on before I head west."
"Where bouts you heading after you leave here?" I asked.
"Dispatch has a load laid on for Phoenix. I'm supposed to be there this afternoon to pick up the load," Bill said, "I hope they'll hold it for me."
The waitress appeared to take our order. We ordered the All-Star breakfast specials before we continued our conversation. Bill and I both were a lot alike when it came to food. We were big breakfast guys. We didn't eat much during the day after breakfast other than protein drinks, and fruit. Then it was a reasonable meal for dinner prior to seven in the evening. Our major vice was caffeine.
The friendly young waitress sat our breakfast specials in front of us and refilled our WH mugs with steaming hot coffee. She knew both of us, so she took a minute chatting with us. As we were chatting Bill's cell went off again. I could tell by the conversation and the expression on his face that the call was not good news. I asked, "What's up?"
"Looks as though I'm going to be here overnight and into tomorrow," Bill said, "got to get brake shoes and a couple other maintenance items taken care of before I'm good to go again."
"How's that gonna impact your load?" I asked.
"Don't know. When I get done with breakfast I'll call."
We both polished off our breakfasts and had another couple cups of coffee before Bill paid for breakfast and we departed the Waffle House. Once in Ronny's pickup Bill asked, "Can you take me back over to the truck repair shop?" "Sure."
We drove over to the shop where Bill left his tractor. He went inside while I waited in the truck. Once he finished his business inside he returned saying, "This place operates twenty-four hours, so my truck is supposed to be ready by mid morning tomorrow. Now I got to call dispatch and tell them the bad news. Can you take me over to the hotel so I can get a room for the night?"
"No need, you can stay with me tonight," I said.
Bill said that he didn't want to impose and be a burden. I assured him that he wouldn't be, so we headed towards my place. Bill asked if he could take a shower, shave and wash his clothes. We arrived at my place, but before Bill headed for the shower he needed to call his dispatch. He lost the afternoon load, but the dispatcher told Bill if he wanted to haul a portable parking lot into Phoenix he had an emergency load that would be ready the day after next. Bill agreed to take the load of automobiles in place of the scheduled load.
Chapter 29: Surprise
Although Bill was a few years older than me I liked him as a person. He was always so upbeat and positive. He appeared to keep in shape considering his age and sedentary life sitting in the seat of a truck. Although we had never discussed it I was curious about his sexuality. There had been veiled overtures and lame jokes made, but nothing directly indicating what direction Bill's sexuality ran. I knew he wasn't married and he'd known Sheldon for years. During our conversations he never alluded to a girlfriend or lover.
After many of our conversation of a night Bill would sign off with, "Don't let your meat loaf buddy." I had dreamed about having sex with Bill. I'd even fantasized about him while taking a shower. One of the reoccurring fantasies was that we were both in the shower together at a truck stop. After soaping me up he took me anally, penetrating me with his huge cock. Bill's voice interrupted my daydream, "If my rig is ready to roll tomorrow I've got the load going west the next morning."
"Great news. We can go get good dinner later and you can stay here for the night to get rested up," I said, "now you can go take a shower and get some rest if you care to."
"That'll be great. Where's the bathroom?"
I showed Bill my bathroom and bedroom. I told him to call me when he was undressed and I'd throw his dirty clothing in the washer once. Bill began undressing without closing the bathroom door as I went to get him a fresh towel and washcloth from the dryer. Before I could return he called out for me, "Clothes are ready for a pickup."
As I stepped into the bathroom I didn't expected to see Bill standing there in his birthday suit. His naked body was very appealing. My gaze began dropping. I noticed that he had a slight paunch, but not a pot belly. As my eyes next focused on his crotch area I was somewhat surprised by the sight that met my eyes: Bill had a most appealing cock with a so very succulent pink cockhead. The surprise was that his cock was not the size I'd visualized in my dreams.
I estimated his soft cock to be about two and half maybe three inches in length. His pink circumcised cockhead rested on his scrotal sac that contained nuts appearing to be average size nuggets.
"You seem surprised," Bill said.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I should have announced before walking in on you naked."
"Why?" Bill asked, "We're both men."
"Yeah, I just wasn't expecting to walk in on you fully undressed."
I grabbed his clothing and rushed them to the washer. As I stood over the machine pouring in the detergent I wondered how big Bill's cock might be fully erect. Was he a shower or grower? I really didn't care. As I stood there daydreaming I felt warmness against my back. Then there was the warm breath on my neck as I felt a prodding at my ass crack. As I closed the lid to start the machine two hands surrounded me. A soft voice came from behind me asking, "Would you like to share a shower with me?"
Oh My God, was I dreaming or was this for real. I continued feeling Bill's warm lips kissing the back of my neck and along the top of my shoulders. My cock had sprung to attention inside my drawers; it was straining for release. Bill's hands roamed over my chest. Soon he discovered my erect nipples hidden beneath my T-shirt. He began fondling them between this finger tips saying, "My my those are hard little devils."
Bill continued playing with my nips saying, "I've thought about this moment every since the first time I saw you. Since we met a few weeks ago at that truck stop on the Interstate I've thought of nothing but what you would be like in bed with you buddy."
"Oh, yeah. I've dreamed about you too."
"I guess there's no sense dreaming any longer is there?" Bill said as he began working my T-shirt over my head.
With my shirt off he turned me around where he began working my belt loose, unbuttoning my fly and pushing my Levis down to the floor. We stood there him naked and me in my boxer briefs softly grinding our bodies together. He closed on my face with his face next to mine where he said, "Let's not waste any more time baby. I want you and I know you want me."
I whispered back, "Oh yeah I want you bad. What do you want to do first?"
"Let's go shower and then let me make love to you for the rest of the day."
I began to shiver all over at the thought; goose bumps were blooming. We broke apart and moved to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom I turned on the water mixer saying, "Why don't we take a nice warm bath instead of a shower."
Bill agreed. We stood facing each other as the warm water ran into the tub. Once the tub was at the level for two of us we got into the tub facing each other. We sat in silence for a few minutes until I took the initiative. I began first by squeezing a goodly amount of bath gel onto Bill's body. With sponge in hand I began rubbing it over his body. The suds building as I rubbed the soap into his head across his shoulders and under his arms.
As I got to his chest I noticed that his nipples were large erect buds standing out from his chest at least a half an inch. My fingers found the mark. Bill began groaning and moaning with great pleasure under my touches. I tasted one and then the other as Bill moaned. I thought to myself this should be interesting: Bill and I both had sensitive nipples. What an interesting turn and something that I would explore further once in bed. I continued washing down his body.
Bill stood up for me to wash his crotch. I fondled and washed his genitals. As I felt and looked at his hard cock I was surprised by the size. I'd expected Bill to be hugely endowed, but he wasn't. As I held his hard cock in my fist with only the head protruding I guestimated that it to be maybe five inches erect. For some reason I tended to stereotype people judging them by the types of jobs they did in life. I always figured that guys like truck drivers and construction types were hung like bull elephants.
I didn't really care how big or small Bill was from what I was seeing he had enough to satisfy me. I took the head of Bill's cock into my mouth bathing it with my tongue. Again, Bill became vocal moaning with pleasure. I released his cockhead, turning him around to wash his ass crack with vigor. I had him sit down in the seat in the corner of the tub so I could wash and massage his feet. I wanted this to be the best bath he'd had in a while.
I finished washing my friend when he asked me to sit down in the tub and lay back against him. As we reclined in the tub he began washing me and sponging me off. I could feel his hard cock pressing against the top of my ass crack as he began working on my nipples. He played with them as he licked and kissed my ear. He was driving me wild with his touches. He whispered in my ear, "When we get out of here the first thing I want to do is eat you out."
"Oh yes," was all I could reply.
"And then I want you to fuck me with that big wonderful cock of yours. I want you to make me scream as you fuck me baby."
We finished our bath, released the water and then showered off the soapy residue from our bodies. We dried each other off. I told Bill I had to put the clothes in the dryer and I'd meet him in bed. I couldn't believe how my day had started. I'd been laid off from my job and now before noon I was going to get laid.
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