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TEMPORARY TRUCKER Part 6
I suppose no truck driver's story is complete without having a truck breakdown and meeting the farmer and his respective daughter or son. Well, on that trip I had trouble with the truck, but the farmer didn't have any children.
In a way, the timing was lucky. I'd made my delivery which was on eastern edge of Rapid City and so the truck was empty. It was about four o'clock, and from there I was going across a country road to join up again with the by-pass and find a place to spend the night. That's when the truck just died. I managed to get over to the side of the road, and there was a good deep shoulder, but try as I might I couldn't get it started again.
Right then I wished I'd studied engines more so I might have some clue as to what was wrong. I gave up after about a half hour and, mentally flipping a coin, decided I'd walk on ahead, figuring it was probably about the same distance either way to the nearest farm house.
It was only a mile or so before I came on a sprawling white farm house. I knocked and knocked on the door but there was no answer.
"Great," I thought to myself, "I have to find the one farmer who's gone to town on a week-day." With mounting frustration, I turned and walked back down the stairs and headed back out to the road. I'd just reached the end of the driveway when a car pulled in quickly and I jumped back to get out of the way.
"Help you with something, young man?" a man's voice boomed out from the driver's side.
"Yes, actually, I was wondering if I could borrow your phone," I said, finally able to focus on the big, blond man who was in the car alone. "My truck broke down a mile or so down the road."
"Sure," he answered. "I saw your truck down there. What's the problem?"
I told him I had no idea, and he gestured me to follow him up to the house. He put the pedal to the floor and zoomed away, then slammed on the brakes as he neared the back of the house. He was carrying a bag of groceries as he climbed from the car. This guy was a demon behind the wheel, and it made me wonder how he handled farm vehicles.
He met me at the back door and as I got closer I got the chance to get a good look at him. He was a tall man, probably about six-foot-four and his hair, which had appeared to be blond when I first saw him, was actually light brown with a lot of highlights, probably from being out in the sun. I guessed he was probably in his mid-thirties. He was dressed in levis and a tee shirt and wore heavy work boots. I couldn't help but notice how his levis bulged at the crotch.
"My name's Jim," he said, extending what was probably the biggest hand ever to shake mine. His hand seemed almost to enfold mine. I gave him my name, then he turned and we both walked into the house.
He gestured to the phone in the corner and put down his bag of groceries on the table. I started to dial the number then set the phone down again and asked if there was a truck stop or repair place anywhere nearby. He said there was a big truck place just off the by-pass, probably eight or ten miles away, and gave me the name.
I called the company office and talked to the dispatcher which is the set procedure if something breaks down. I made my report and he took the name of the truck repair place, telling me to wait and he'd call me back.
I asked Jim if he minded if I waited there and he was most agreeable. He even offered me a beer. I was still leery of alcohol after my Dallas experience and hopeful that I could get the truck fixed, so I took a Coke and we sat at the kitchen table and talked.
Sitting down, Jim didn't look quite so outsized as before, although he was a very strongly built and big man. I tried to be casual as I glanced down at his crotch, and was amazed by the massive bulge I saw there.
We talked small talk about where I was from, and he went on to ask how I liked driving a truck.
"It's okay, most of the time," I answered truthfully, "though sometimes it gives you too much time to think about things, if you know what I mean."
"It's the same way with farming," he said. "No matter what you're doing, you work alone most of the time. That's probably the only thing wrong with it, and I ought to know. I've been farming all my life."
"You mean here?" I asked, puzzling what it would be like to live and work in the same place all your life.
"Well, actually I grew up a couple of miles from here," he said, then went on to explain that his father owned a huge farm and he and his brother now each lived in houses on the property.
"I like living alone," he said directly. I'd just assumed he was married, but there was no question left after that comment.
"I have a woman who comes in and cleans the place every week," he went on, "and I don't mind doing my own cooking. As I said, I like it this way. It's peaceful and quiet."
We walked out onto the porch and sat in big old wicker chairs which were very comfortable. It was incredibly quiet; at least it seemed so to me. About fifteen minutes later, the phone rang and after answering it, Jim handed the phone to me.
I listened to the fleet supervisor, but was less than enthusiastic about what he had to say. It seemed the truck repair place couldn't work on the truck until the next morning, so I was stuck there until then. He asked me if I'd set the flares at the truck, which I had done, and reminded me I'd need to change them again around midnight.
"So I guess it's either sleep in the truck or with the farmer's daughter," the supervisor joked.
"Yeah, right," I replied. Jim was still within earshot in the kitchen so I didn't dare comment.
I hung up the phone and probably looked pretty upset, because Jim asked what the news was. I relayed the story, then shrugged my shoulders.
"Guess some things just can be helped, huh?"
"Well, that settles it then, son," Jim said, "you just stay here. There's plenty of food and I've sure got plenty of extra beds."
I protested that I couldn't impose, but he was insistent. In the end, I thanked him and agreed to stay. I couldn't resist sharing the supervisor's joke with him. He smiled, but then answered seriously.
"Never had any kids, my wife and me," he said, obviously deep in thought. "Maybe it's for the best, 'cause we didn't hit it off that well and split up in the end."
I murmured something like 'sorry' but I don't think he heard me. Finally I stood up and headed toward the door.
"If I'm gonna stay here, I'd better walk down and get my gear from the truck."
"Come on," he said with a grin, "I'll drive you down and back."
Once that was done, Jim dug a couple of beers out of the refrigerator and we sat outside again, drinking and talking about the world in general. We followed with a second beer and Jim had a third. Then Jim took me out to his small garden and gathered huge bunches of all kinds of lettuce and we went back inside.
I offered to help and he set me to work washing the lettuce while he scrubbed a couple of big potatoes and put them in the oven. We had another beer and talked for awhile, then Jim turned on the broiler and grilled two of the biggest porterhouse steaks I'd ever seen. We finished fixing the salad and were soon sitting down to one of the best meals of my life.
"Now this is real farm cooking," he said between mouthfuls, "good and plain and plenty of it." He was right except that there was nothing plain about it. It was delicious.
In the afterglow of that mammoth meal, Jim took me for a walk around that part of the farm which adjoined his house. He explained that while they primarily grow wheat, corn and soybeans, they also raise a lot of pigs and a small herd of cows.
"The animals are over at my brother's place. He takes care of them usually and my Dad and I do the grain and bean farming." I learned more about farming in that hour then I'd ever known before.
As we walked back to the house, I caught myself wondering what made this guy tick. I mean, no wife, though he'd said he'd been married. Likes living alone, though he sure acts starved for companionship as far as I was concerned. He really seemed something of an enigma.
We sat in the living room and I noticed that he not only had a big screen television but also a VCR and what looked to be quite a collection of tapes.
"I don't watch much television," he said, "but I do like some of the old, classic movies." His voice dropped noticeably as he went on.
"And I don't mind a good porno flick from time to time."
It was there for me to hear, no doubt about it. I figured it would be cowardice not to pick up on it.
"Oh really," I ventured, "I haven't ever seen many porno movies. I always thought they were rather silly."
"Most are," he said, his voice back up to normal volume now, "but there are some good ones, depending on your taste, of course."
He heaved his tall frame out of his chair and walked over to the tall cabinet which held a row of tapes. With a deft stroke, he grabbed all the tapes at one time and moved them down to the deeper shelf below. Then he quickly slid the back panel sideways and stepped aside to reveal another ten or twelve tapes behind it. Obviously, they were his porno collection.
"Now these are some porno movies that I consider to be classics. To me that means that they're well made and entertaining as well as being pornographic. These kind are worth watching, if you have a taste for that kind of thing." He slid the panel again, moving both pieces of it back to the middle. He readied the bombshell and I sat there innocently, never suspecting it.
"These here are your straight ones, and there are your gay ones. Just male, though. I don't have any lesbian films." I practically jumped out of my seat.
"Oh," I said in a startled voice.
"That bother you?" he asked, his voice unusually quiet again. "I mean about me having gay films?"
"No, not at all," I answered truthfully, working very hard to stifle a laugh.
"Good," he said, "I've heard some of you truck drivers are men of the world about that. Not that I think you're...." He paused, obviously embarrassed.
"That's cool," I said to cover the pause. He came back and sat down in his chair, and it seemed he wasn't sure what to say next. A rather awkward silence followed, until I figured it was time to settle things.
"I am gay," I said quietly, letting it just hang there. I looked down at my shoes for a minute or so, waiting for him to speak but he didn't.
"Sonofabitch," he cried all of a sudden, and it almost made me jump. "Well, I'll be damned." I glanced up and our eyes met.
"That bother you?" I asked quietly, fascinated by seeing his eyes flash and dance as they did.
He shook his head slowly from side to side, his eyes never wavering from mine. It was a good half minute before he spoke again.
"You wanna...you know...with me?" I had to laugh. It was probably the most unique proposition I'd ever received - direct and clear.
"Sure, if you want to," I answered with a smile and a nod, and he started to laugh, first just a chuckle and then a full laugh. Now I was puzzled, and he finished his laugh before explaining.
"I never even suspected you were gay," he said finally. "That's why I was gonna show you some straight porno to get you all excited and then maybe suggest that I'd help you get off. That's why it struck me so funny. I mean, I could have just been honest and told you the truth."
"Not really, I guess," I countered. "I mean society's not that open yet."
He moved over next to me on the sofa and we kissed, gently and tenderly for several minutes. He pulled back and our eyes met.
"You're really sure you want to?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm sure if you are," I answered. He murmured his agreement.
We moved to the bedroom together and were soon locked in another embrace, as we each tried to remove the other's clothes. It was awkward but that's part of the fun, and we were soon both naked.
The man was hung huge. Not yet fully hard, his dick was as long as mine and its thickness was awesome. I gulped air as I watched it get even harder.
"Oh, you feel so good," he said, "I never dreamed this would happen."
He sat up partway, leaning on one elbow and looked down at me.
"You're really sexy, Joe" he said, his hands now wandering all over my body. He leaned forward to kiss me just as his hand brushed against my cock, and he moaned lowly. He took my cock in his hand and held it gently as our kissing grew more passionate. Then he began stroking my cock as we kissed repeatedly. Finally he moved his lips away from mine.
"Everything about you is beautiful," he said, stroking my cock as he looked at it. "Especially your big cock."
"Yours is bigger," I countered, "It's longer and thicker too."
"Wait till you get to be my age," he joked, I started to counter that but just smiled. He didn't see me because he had moved down and sucked my cock into his mouth deeply. I moaned as his hot, wet mouth engulfed my cock. He moaned in turn.
He sucked with great enthusiasm, taking long deep strokes which pushed the head of my cock into his throat. It felt great, but as I closed my eyes, the image of Tony flashed through my brain.
"No," I told myself, "he doesn't care anymore, remember." I tried to force myself to relax but Jim was clearly aware of the sudden tenseness.
"Anything wrong?" he asked in an almost inaudible voice.
"No, nothing. That feels wonderful," I whispered, stroking his head with my hand.
He kept it up for several minutes, until I touched him and whispered.
"Turn around. Let's both do it."
As I kept urging, he finally turned to give me access to his mammoth cock. I gulped as much of his long, thick organ into my mouth as I could take and started sucking as deeply and rapidly as I could.
He groaned loudly and put his hand on my head. I took that to mean I should slow the tempo and when I did he moaned softly again. Little by little, I sucked deeper and deeper on his cock, finally getting the head of it past my throat muscle.
Once I'd accomplished that, I found that by changing directions a little, I could take more of his cock. Finally I held it all in my mouth and throat as my lips touched his balls. That excited me and evidently made him feel good too.
"God, you're really good," he whispered, momentarily letting my cock slip from his mouth as his hand stroked it.
"Take it that way again, if you can. I love it." I moved to comply as I felt his mouth take my cock deeply again, and we settled into a rather languorous mutual sucking session.
It couldn't last, of course. I could tell that my climax was near and I tried to let him know by moaning each time he slid down the length of my cock. He reacted by sucking faster and deeper, grabbing my ass with his hands and pulling my cock deeper into his mouth. I sucked his cock steadily, its huge length and thickness exciting me more than I'd expected.
Then I passed the brink and my cock erupted deep in his mouth. He moaned as I came and continued sucking, nursing my cock with his lips as he swallowed, then swallowed again.
Then I started sucking his cock as fast and deep as I could, pleased when he began moaning in response. I held his balls in my hand and felt them pull up to his body just as his whole body quivered.
Suddenly, I felt the first blast of his cum strike with tremendous force deep in my throat. Volley after volley of his hot juices shot wildly into my mouth and I had to swallow fast to keep up with it, as his big cock continued to spew into me. The eruption finally slowed, and I held his cock in my mouth until it began to soften.
We fell back onto the bed with deep sighs. I quickly turned to lie next to him and cuddled into the crook of his shoulder and laid with his arm around me.
Several minutes later, I closed my eyes, fearful that he'd see the tears welling up in them. I just couldn't get Tony out of my mind, even in the aftermath of sex.
"Damn," I said to myself, "it's just not fair."
"What's the matter?" Jim asked tenderly, no doubt feeling the tenseness of my body as my mind raced.
"Nothing," I answered shortly. "It doesn't matter."
"It matters to me," he whispered. "Did I do something wrong."
"No. No, not at all," I answered. "It's my problem. I'm sorry."
Jim was too nice a guy to let it drop, of course, and I guess I couldn't blame him for thinking it had something to do with him.
Mindful that I needed to put up new flares, I redressed when we got up from the bed, and Jim did likewise, saying he couldn't let me walk down and back in the dark. We talked on and on. In the end, we sat on the floor in the living room and I told him the whole story about Tony.
"So you see, it wasn't anything you did except that you're nice to be with," I went on to explain. "It reminded me of him and that's what upset me."
"You'll pardon me saying this," he said almost in a whisper, "but if I was him, I wouldn't let you out of my sight, and I don't think I'd have believed the other guy."
Gradually, the conversation moved away from me and on to Jim. When I asked why he didn't have a lover, I felt him tense up.
"Well, look," he said finally, "you don't understand how people in the country feel about this sort of thing. It's not something people would look kindly on."
I asked if he was talking about his family, but he shook his head.
"No, I could deal with that," he said grimly, "it's other people in the community."
"So what do you think they think now?" I asked finally. He chuckled to himself.
"I think they figure I've just never gotten over having made a bad marriage," he said ruefully. I shook my head.
"Forgive me for saying this, but I think you're chicken." He looked surprised then began to make a denial, but I cut him off.
"I think maybe you're afraid to try. I mean, afraid it might not work out. So you live alone with your dirty movies and keep away from most chances to meet someone else."
He shrugged his shoulders and I could tell from the furrowed brow that he was seriously considering that explanation. It would have been harsh to continue to press the point, so I gave it up and accepted his offer of a ride down to change the flares.
We slept together, and I think I probably slept more soundly than I had since before I'd gone to Dallas. I remembered what Wade had told me weeks before.
"You didn't feel nervous about me getting serious and all, so you could relax," he'd said. The next morning as I showered, I felt he was probably right. Talking with Jim had taken my mind off my own concerns which were starting to fade into the background at last.
Jim fixed a huge breakfast the next morning while I showered and got dressed.
"You know, I've been thinking about what you said," he said with a smile as he ate his way through the largest breakfast I'd ever seen.
"Maybe you're right. Maybe I am just a little bit afraid to get involved. I'm gonna have to think some more about that."
I just said I thought that was a good idea and let it go at that.
We said good-bye after breakfast, and I declined the ride back to the truck, choosing to get the exercise instead. By three o'clock the truck was fixed, and I headed off, now on a dead-head run back home. I knew it would be late when I got in, but at least I'd get to be home that night.
The Snyder Trucking Company was locked up tight as a drum when I got back. I knew I couldn't leave the truck on the street, and luckily I remembered and found the key which is kept hidden near the gate and opened it, trying to be as quiet as possible considering that it was nearly midnight. I drove back and parked at the back of the lot, so that the rig wouldn't be in the way in the morning, and headed over to the office to drop off the keys.
There was a light on in the office, but I just assumed it was the emergency light that stayed on all the time. I was walking close to the building because it wasn't very light, and all of a sudden I distinctly heard voices. It really spooked me and I kind of jumped a little.
"Oh God, yes," a muffled voice whispered. "Do it again like that." I couldn't recognize whose voice it was, but it sure sounded like someone was having a good time.
"Oh God, yes," the voice moaned, "Fuck me...put your big dick in me."
"Right, babe," another voice answered, "your hot ass drives me crazy, man!"
Suddenly I was really curious, and I quietly crept up to the window. The curtains were closed and at first I couldn't see anything. Then a breeze caught the light weight curtain and it blew up just enough for me to see a scene I almost couldn't believe.
There on the floor, completely naked, was Dave Snyder. He was lying on his back and another guy, whom I couldn't really see, was between his raised legs, rapidly fucking his ass.
I ducked down away from the window again, but that picture will probably stay in my mind forever. Dave really had a fantastic build, lithe, slim and muscular. His chest was covered with patches of dark, curly hair and even in that quick glance I'd seen his large cock flopped down to one side of his belly.
"Great fuckin' dick," I heard him say, recognizing his voice now but not the emotion in it.
"It's all yours, babe," the other voice said, "all the way up your ass where it belongs." I started to move quietly away, thinking to myself.
"Well I'll be damned," I said to myself, "Who ever would have thought that Dave would be..."
My thoughts were interrupted with a jolt as a big rig swung into the parking lot with its horn blaring away and its headlights flashing.. The driver slammed on his brakes as he neared me and big old Rudy jumped down from the cab.
"What the fuck are you doin' there..." he shouted, then stopped suddenly when he recognized me.
"Oh, it's you. I thought you were some kind of a spy, hiding out under the boss' window like that."
"I wasn't spying, for God's sake," I answered, walking toward him. "I was heading into the office when I dropped my keys and bent down to pick them up." It seemed a plausible lie, and Rudy appeared to be accepting it. I thought I'd turn the tables on him.
"And what are you doin' here?" I asked him.
"Shit, this damn rig is acting up and I just don't trust it. I'm gonna change cabs before I head out." We both knew he shouldn't do that without clearing it with the dispatcher, but I wasn't gonna debate it with him. Suddenly there was a voice behind me.
"What's all the commotion?" Dave asked, walking from the office. He was dressed in slacks and a shirt, the top button of which he was still closing as he approached us. "What's all the damn racket." Rudy spoke first.
"Well, I came back 'cause that truck's acting up, and I thought someone was spying at your window, boss. I honked the horn to scare whoever it was, and it turned out to be Joe."
"I told you I wasn't spying, Rudy," I answered quickly, turning to face Dave. "I'd just dropped my keys and was just picking them up when Rudy came roaring in here like that and scared the shit out of me."
"What cab's available back there," Dave asked, very businesslike as usual. I told him mine had been fine on the way back so he told Rudy he could take it, and I tossed him the keys.
"Come on inside," Dave said to me. "Have a safe trip," he shouted after Rudy.
We walked inside and I was feeling more than a little nervous. If Dave believed what Rudy had said, he probably thought I'd been watching through the window for some time. My palms began to sweat as I thought of the consequences.
"You want a Coke?" he asked, heading for the lounge. I accepted and waited while he put the money into the machine then stepped back for me to make a selection.
"Come into the office," he said, still very businesslike, "there's a couple of things I want to talk to you about." Now I was really getting scared, but I knew I had to take whatever happened. If he thought I'd been spying on him, he had every reason to fire me.
I settled into a chair and Dave sat down on the far end of the sofa. Once we were both seated, I felt his eyes looking right through me and nervously raised mine to meet them.
"Could you really see in the window?" he asked with a rather bemused tone. "I mean, the curtains were closed and the window's pretty high up."
"I doubt I could have, but as I told you, I wasn't spying," I said, He let the silence drag on and nervously I spoke again.
"No, you couldn't see in the window, not really," I said, looking down and feeling very embarrassed, "actually, I only stopped there because I heard something, and in the dark I wasn't sure what it was."
The awkward silence continued for awhile and finally Dave stood up and walked over, finally half sitting on the edge of the desk less than a foot from me.
"Guess it's time for a little, old fashioned honesty," he said very quietly then raised his voice and called out.
"Come in here, honey." I hadn't thought about the other guy, and I was surprised to hear the pet name.
I glanced at the door and smiled when I saw Tommy. In a flash, it all sort of came together as I remembered the things Tommy had told me when we drove together.
"Tommy and I have been lovers for nearly five years, and they've been the happiest time of my life," Dave said, drawing Tommy closer and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"For me, too," Tommy answered with a kiss of his own. Tommy turned to me.
"I couldn't very well tell you," he said somewhat apologetically, "I mean, he is the boss."
"Even after I was honest in telling you about me?" I asked. Tommy shrugged.
"It was my decision that he not tell you," Dave said directly, "and it probably wasn't fair. Frankly I wasn't sure quite how you'd take it. Sorry." He paused then went on.
"He did tell me when he got back about you being gay, but I felt it wouldn't be fair to let on that I knew. But now that you know the rest, so there you are."
"I don't know quite what to say," was all I could get out.
"Well, just to set the record straight, what happened tonight was most unusual. We don't usually play around in the office."
I started to say something but he stopped me by going on.
"You see, Tommy just got back from a long run. I was waiting around because I knew you'd be late getting back and I wanted to make sure everything was okay. We just got a little carried away, I guess." He smiled.
"Sorry I interrupted the party," I said, feeling embarrassed.
"No sweat," Tommy said, "I remember right where we left off."
I couldn't help but laugh, and that broke the ice and then we all were laughing.
In the end, Dave and Tommy stopped with me to get a sandwich before I headed home. It was late, and the schedule at the yard had reminded me I had a short run early the next day, so I headed for bed right away.
I couldn't get to sleep as my foggy brain kept trying to put together all the facts about Dave and Tommy. It was kind of neat to know two guys who seemed to have made it together. That cheered me up a bit.
The next few days were pretty routine. The trips were easy and nothing unusual happened.
The second day, Dave and Tommy invited me to their house for dinner. It was a little strange at first, but after a short while it seemed to me totally natural that they should be a couple, living together and sharing themselves and their lives. It was a leisurely evening, and while Tommy started the cooking, Dave and I sat out on the patio and talked.
He confessed quite a bit about his younger life and admitted that when he'd started off driving he was a little bit crazy.
"I actually came out with a guy who drove for my Dad," he said with a chuckle. "He was a real butch guy and he started teasing me when I'd hang around the truck yard during the summer. Then one day my Dad got called out because of an accident and he left me there with Randy. Everyone else had gone home and we started playing around and wrestling." He stopped and sighed.
"Well, one thing led to another and we end up sucking each other off back in the old lounge. That was before we remodeled the office and it was pretty tacky I have to say. But it sure was an eye-opener for me. I mean, I'd never known anything about that before. But right from the start I knew it was for me."
"Your Dad every find out about it?"
"No, not about that," he said quietly, "but he did find out I was playing gay one time when I got careless and got caught by the cops out at that old rest stop off route 30. He was madder than hell when he found out, but he calmed down eventually."
"I figure my Dad would probably kill me," I said, "and you know him. He's not very accepting of anything even a little bit strange."
"Oh, your Dad's a good guy. He'll accept it someday and so will your Mother."
"How long did it take you to find a lover?" I asked. I figured I'd never have a better chance to find out and the whole question remained unsettling to me.
"Oh, that all depends on what you mean. Back then, I could fall in love once or twice a week. At least that's what I thought." I'm sure I looked puzzled, because he chuckled and then went on.
"They were brief affairs and then I'd meet somebody else or he would, and that would be the end of it. You've got to remember, I was younger than you are and maybe not as smart either."
I told him I doubted that but he gave me a searching look and then continued very quietly.
"Tommy tells me you're kind of serious about some guy down South?"
"No, not any more," I said, trying to make it sound like I believed it, "That's over."
In response to his questions, I explained that I'd gone to Dallas to visit him but that things just hadn't worked out. I couldn't bring myself to tell him what a stupid thing I'd done and where it had led. Mercifully he didn't pursue it, instead sharing with me some of his own thoughts.
"You sound a little bitter about it, Joe," he said.
"It's not that," I countered, "I guess it's just that I wanted it to be perfect. He's really a great guy."
"Don't be too hard on yourself or on him. That's neither being fair nor realistic. Sometimes things just don't work out the way we hope."
When I was helping Tommy later on, he was rather more insistent about what had happened until I finally told him the whole story. I couldn't help getting a little emotional about it and in the end I admitted just how miserable I'd been ever since.
Tommy was sympathetic and even got a bit angry in my defense, but finally he calmed down again.
"You'll have plenty of chances to find someone once you get off to school and then starting working regularly," Tommy had said. "Don't worry about it."
"I'm not worried about it," I said, trying to make it sound convincing, "it's just that even now when I think about him it almost makes me lightheaded, if you know what I mean."
Tommy looked at me strangely, but the subject finally passed and we went on to talk about other things.
It was a pleasant evening and it really felt good to have two more friends to talk things over with. I liked that feeling a lot.
The next morning I headed off on a run to Springfield. It started off to be very routine. The traffic on the roads wasn't bad despite it being summer and I'd mapped out a route which wasn't too torn up by road construction. I made the delivery, picked up the next load and was headed back when the guy in another rig started playing road tag with me. I would have ignored it except that this guy was rather special.
The tag routine's very simple and kind of stupid. First the guy passes me, speeding up as necessary to get around, then he pulls back into the right lane and starts slowing down just enough to make me want to pass to keep up with the speed limit. Then when I pass him he gives me the high sign, flashes his lights as I pull back over after I've cleared him, and then starts the whole thing over again.
It's not a big deal if there isn't much traffic, and some guys seem to do it just to relieve the monotony of driving. That day, it was a young spiky haired blond in the next truck. At first sight, I figured him to be about my age, and quite a looker.
The second time he passed me, he'd taken off his shirt and was playing with his right nipple as he passed me. I gave him a toot on the air horn and he waved and then drove on.
The next time I passed him, he licked his lips lasciviously and started sucking on his thumb, both pretty blatant signs that the guy's looking for some action. I just smiled and waved, but I did return his light flashing after I'd pulled back over into the right lane. I wasn't really slowing down at that point. I'd have to say that the 'tag' idea doesn't appeal to me that much, when suddenly he pulled out to pass me again and this time he must have been doing over seventy.
As he passed me that time, he tooted his horn and kind of waved me on, as if he was saying hurry up. I didn't understand, and in fact let my foot off the accelerator to slow down and let him pull back over again. As he did, he flashed his lights again and that's when I understood. He left his turn signal on and I saw the rest area sign just ahead.
It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was trying to signal. He was saying 'come on' and the look of him had made me curious enough that I signaled and then followed him onto the ramp to the rest area.
It was the middle of the afternoon, but there weren't too many people around. There were three or four trucks in the parking area, but my buddy pulled way over to the far end to park. I parked three or four spaces away from him.
He'd already jumped down from his cab and I watched as he strode purposefully toward the rest area building. My earlier impressions hadn't changed. He was a good looking, young dude. He was rather muscular in build and wore very snug fitting levis and cowboy boots. He had put his shirt on again and stopped for a moment to tuck the shirt tails down into his levis before he moved on.
I took my time, checking the tires like you're supposed to do when you park, then headed in myself. He was standing alone at the urinals when I walked in.
"How'ya doin', buddy?" he asked, looking me up and down as I walked toward the urinals. "This place came along at just about the right time, huh?"
I agreed, stepped up to a urinal a few down from him and pulled out my cock to relieve myself. I noted that his shirt said his name was Mickey. I can't say why exactly, but there was something in his manner that seemed a little different.
"You lookin' for some action, stud?" he asked, his voice a little louder than it needed to be.
"First off, I'm looking to get rid of some of this coffee, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah, sure, of course," he said with a chuckle, "I mean after that."
"I don't know," I answered honestly, "what you got in mind?"
The guy turned and stepped toward me, his skinny dick sticking out of his levis. He moved close and looked down as I was finishing pissing.
"Wow," he said, "I'm hot for just about anything with a good-looking guy like you."
I shook the last drops from my dick and stifled the desire to just shove it away and leave. Instead I took a step back and turned slightly to face him.
"This what you're looking for, buddy?"
"You bet it is. Shit, you're really hung, man." the young blond said eagerly, using one hand each to grab my cock and balls. He stroked and squeezed with great enthusiasm.
He finally raised his head and smiled.
"You got some time or you just want to fire this thing off right here?" I was a little caught off guard by his directness.
"You get right to the point, don't you?"
"You bet," he countered, stooping down and aiming my cock toward his mouth. "I got a guy at home for all that lovey-dovey stuff. I'm hot for cock now."
I felt his hot lips surround the shaft of my dick and he soon had it stuffed down his throat almost all the way. He moaned quietly as he sucked, as if letting me know he liked what he was doing.
Even as I felt the delicious sensations of his talented mouth, I couldn't get what he said out of my mind.
And he was good at taking a cock. He slid up and down the long shaft of my cock with ease. He knew just how to use his tongue and his lips and certainly the muscles in his jaw to tease and tantalize every sensitive place on my dick. Then he stopped for a moment and sat back on his heels.
"Come on, man. Fire that thing off and feed me lunch."
Then he went back to sucking my cock, even harder and deeper than before. I forced my mind clear of anything but the wild sensations his hot mouth was providing and it didn't take more than another minute or so before he had me right at the edge.
"Uh-huh," he mumbled, grabbing my balls and twisting them firmly. That did it and I blasted off deep in his mouth, so deep in fact that he almost choked. He recovered quickly and nursed my rod for every last drop, finally licking all over and around the hand as he nursed the last drops into his mouth.
"Hey, that's a big fuckin' load, man," he whispered quickly as he stood up again. "Sure hope I run into you again when you've got some time. I'm always hot for sucking a nice, big cock like that. Anytime."
He stuffed his own meat back in his pants and was out the door. I washed my hands and walked back out to the truck, getting there just after he drove away with a wave. I sat in the cab deep in thought.
Sure, Mickey was a talented cocksucker, but somehow that didn't seem to be enough for me any more. I mean, that wham-bam style had the desired effect if all you wanted was to shoot off, but it didn't excite me as it had done back at the beginning. Suddenly I laughed aloud.
"Face facts," I told myself. "What you're really saying is that since you met Tony it's not enough just that a guy wants your dick or is good-looking or whatever."
I shook my head and started up the truck. No need wasting any more time thinking about that. I'd just have to get it all sorted out sometime, but not right now. It was still too soon.
I got back to the truck yard at about four-thirty, pretty much on schedule. Jean smiled and waved at me as I walked in and dropped off the paperwork to the dispatcher, then told me that Dave wanted to see me. I raised my eyebrows to signal surprise, but she just smiled and jerked her thumb in the direction of his office.
"Joe, my boy," Dave said cheerfully as I walked in. His desk was covered in papers and he seemed to extremely busy.
"Don't let anybody kid you," he said, holding his head in his hands, "this is what business is all about. Paper and more paper."
"You wanted to see me?" I asked, "I can come back if you're busy."
"No, I just wanted to ask you to do me a favor, that's all."
He explained that he had some bills of lading and stuff that needed to get to a driver who was at the Holiday Inn across town which was quite near my house. He explained in a general way that the guy's truck was in for service and that's why he was at the motel.
It didn't make a lot of sense to me, but it was surely no sweat to stop by the motel. It was literally on my way home. I agreed readily and took the large envelope he handed me. He even told me what room the guy had.
I thought nothing of it, though I'd later reflect that it did seem kind of strange. I mean if he worked for someone else why did Dave have the lading bills, and why was he at the Holiday Inn instead of at the truck repair place. But none of that occurred to me at the time. I was just doing the boss a favor.
When I arrived, I found the room and parked just outside it. The draperies were closed but the door stood just slightly ajar. I rapped on the door.
"Come in," a voice called from deep within and I pushed the door open.
"I'm from Snyder," I said simply, letting the door close behind me. I didn't see anyone, but the voice spoke again, obviously from the bathroom beyond.
"I know, darlin'," said a voice I thought I'd never hear again.
"Tony!" I almost shouted as he walked toward me. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to tell the nicest guy I know just how sorry I am for acting like a damned fool," he said simply and calmly.
"I found out what really happened," he said softly. "I got to thinking about how you'd always been so straight with me, so I confronted Bart about it and he told me the truth. He also admitted to putting something in your drink which is what made you sick."
"What?" I asked, totally surprised, "and why?"
"It seems he thought you were taking me away from him, which was ridiculous because I never wanted him in the first place," Tony said quietly, with the saddest expression on his face I've ever seen.
Vindication is a wonderful feeling, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything more about it. I mean, he looked so sorry all I could do was smile.
"I'm sorry that I didn't take your word for it. I should have known better. Please say you forgive me," he said. "Please."
"Of course I do," I said with a smile. "If you can forgive me for making such a fool of myself that night."
"No need for that," he answered, looking relieved. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"There's something else," Tony went on as he stepped closer to me. My gaze met those iridescent blue eyes of his and I saw wild excitement in them.
"I wanted to tell you that I love you," he said almost in a whisper, "and I couldn't do that on the phone, could I?"
That did it. All the pain and unhappiness I'd known since coming back from Dallas was wiped out in a flash. As I felt his strong arms wrap around me, I just kind of melted against him. Our lips touched and I felt that special kind of almost electric shock that I'd always felt when I was with him.
I completely lost track of time that evening, because making love to Tony was the only thing I could think about. I realized in the first minutes that he was everything I thought a perfect lover should be. He was tender. He was strong. He was caring. And, he made my whole body tremble just being near him.
And you sure couldn't blame me for forgetting the unhappy time when I ran my hand down his back to his ass, and he started begging me to fuck him, could you?
"Oh yes, darlin'," he whispered as I slid the first inch or so of my rock hard cock into his furnace-hot hole. "I want you so fuckin' bad."
His ass sheath grabbed my dick wildly, and I had to be very careful to keep control of myself and not just give in to the wild desire to fuck him with abandon.
"Oh God," he sighed as my cock pushed passed his prostate and I felt his whole body twitch in response.
I was determined, and by keeping myself in careful check, made sure every stroke moved him nearer and nearer to his own climax. I willed myself to ignore the way my balls were pulling up to my body, wanting to spew forth into that incredible vortex inside him.
"Fuck me," he almost shouted finally, "Give it to me, stud! Make me yours."
"Oh yes...oh God, I can't stand how good you are," I answered, losing some measure of control now.
"Fuck me, Joey, I'm gonna come...God damn. I'm gonna come, man!"
That's what I'd been waiting for and I pistoned my cock in and out of his incredible ass wildly.
"Oh God...big fuckin' cock up my ass," he shouted, "I'm gonna come, I tell you. I want your load, man! Give it to me. Give it to me!"
We both got to the top of the hill at the same time and as my cock erupted and blasted deep in his guts, I felt the grasp and twitch of his asshole against my cock. Even in the moment of my own ecstasy, I had to glance down to confirm what I already knew. He was shooting too - his big, beautiful cock spewing hot cum all over both of us while my own was pumping all I had to offer deep inside him.
We almost collapsed. At least I almost collapsed as the feelings washed over me and I saw his incredibly handsome face waiting to be kissed again. We clung together as our writhing bodies rubbed each other with our manly stickiness. Minutes passed like seconds as we delighted in each other. Only when we'd spent themselves completely did our lips part, and even then unwillingly.
"Oh God," Tony moaned as he pulled me closer to him, "nobody's ever made me feel as good as you do. Nobody." We kissed again, and being with him felt so right to me that I knew it had to be so. Many minutes passed before either of us spoke again, and when we did it was just to confirm what we'd already said and felt before. The night passed in a blur of excitement and pleasure and we were still talking about feelings and plans as the dawn started to break.
I was thankful I didn't have to work the next day.
Epilogue
As quitting time approached yesterday, I just sat there in the Snyder truck yard, thinking of all that had happened to me during the last four months.
It had all been part of my plan to just work through the middle of August, but somehow that didn't make it less difficult to see it come to an end. It had been my decision from the start that this was just a temporary thing until I went back to college, but now that the time had arrived, I had really mixed emotions about it.
I faced this last day of driving today with a strange combination of regret and excitement. It felt like I was leaving part of me behind, and saying good-bye to the rigs in the yard was as difficult as saying it to an old friend.
"Get down from there," I heard a voice call and looked in the mirror to see Tommy standing alongside the truck. It seemed he'd just arrived back himself.
I smiled to myself and climbed down from the truck cab. The time had come and there was no way to avert it.
Tommy clapped me on the shoulder and we walked into the office chatting like a couple of queens in an harmless way. He pushed open the office door and stepped aside for me to enter.
"Surprise," the word rang out and I stopped dead. Dave, all of the office people, and at least a dozen or so of the drivers were there. A large cake sat prominently on the counter and the cheerful smiles on all their faces made me feel warm and embarrassed.
"Just a little going away party," Jean said, coming up to me and touching me on the arm. "It's been nice getting to know you this summer."
It wasn't a big deal, but after the Cokes and the coffee and cake and all, I felt very good.
Dave and Tommy were the last ones there, after everyone else had departed. They invited me to stop for a drink on the way home and I readily agreed.
We were midway through a second drink when Dave excused himself and went to the restroom. I watched him leave and then caught a glimpse of Tommy out of the corner of my eye, looking very pensive.
"You know I'll always regret that nothing happened between us when we were driving together, Joe," he said quietly. I couldn't help but nod.
"I guess I feel that way a little bit myself," I answered, "but knowing about you and Dave, well, it just wouldn't seem right."
"And besides that, you've been pretty well tied up yourself," he added. I confess that I smiled very broadly.
As I drove home, I remembered all my trucker adventures. Maybe some of them had made me a little jaded, but I don't know. I'm still feeling pretty positive about life, all things considered.
Besides, in another week or so I'd be leaving for school. Between the military school allowance and what I'd been able to save, I was in good shape financially. And of course I was gonna have to make new friends and learn my way around...in Texas, of course, with just about the finest lover a guy could ever have.
The End