Two Cocks For Christmas
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Two Cocks for Christmas
Chet Wankle wheeled his rig into the travel plaza at exit 1 on I-10 to top off with fuel. Chet had decided to take advantage of the lower price for diesel at the last Arizona fuel stop before entering California just across the Colorado River. While filling his fuel tanks he couldn't help notice two delectable yet dejected looking lads sitting on the curb in the predawn hours that Friday morning in front of the travel plaza convenience store. Once Chet finished fueling his rig he pulled away from the island, parking on the periphery to allow others access to refuel. After parking his rig and walking his dog Chet headed for the convenience store to refill his thermos with fresh coffee.
As Chet walked towards the convenience store his thoughts were occupied by the two good-looking youths he'd seen earlier sitting on the curb. Of course, Chet, not married, and having a fondness for younger men, was thinking about them. His mind raced with lustful fantasies including the two boys. As Chet prepared to enter the store he walked past the two boys who were still sitting in the same place on the curb with their backpacks; neither looked up at him, both looking miserably disheartened. As Chet exited the store with a full thermos of coffee and a sack of pastries he asked the two forlorn looking youths, "So, what's up with you two?"
"My fucking car blew up a few miles back on west bound I-10," the owner said pointing to the late 1980s model Bronco on the back of a tilt bed tow truck sitting across the parking area, "and now we're stranded here in this desolate truck stop two days before Christmas with no way home.
"Where you all going and what's the problem with the vehicle?" Chet asked.
"The guy that towed us in said the engine lost a piston or valve and was shot. So, here we sit on the Friday before Christmas with no money to get the car repaired; no money to rent a car to get home in time for Christmas, and not much chance for a ride," the owner of the Bronco said.
"So, where `bouts you call home?" Chet asked.
"I'm heading to Roseburg, Oregon, just off I-5 for Christmas with my family," the one younger looking man stated.
The owner of the car said, "I'm going to Medford, Oregon to be with my family for Christmas. We both attend college in Phoenix. I was actually going to take Highway 95 north to Needles, California, and then pickup I-40 before the car gave out."
"How come you all were gonna take the 40 and not drive the 10 west straight into LA and head north on the 5 to Oregon?"
"Cause, Chuck thought it would be shorter to take I-40 to Barstow and from there take Highway 58 to Bakersfield to Highway 99 and then we were going to stop in Fresno, where he has family," the younger boy said pointing to his friend.
"Well, I might be able to help out with transportation, but what about your car, Chuck?"
"The tow guy says the engine is toast; cost more to repair than its worth, so I guess I'll just sign it over to the salvage and tow service," the owner of the car said dejectedly.
"Yeah, and these big rig guys don't want to give us a ride," the other boy chirped.
"Look, I think I can help. I'm heading west on the 10 towards Burbank and then after I drop two cars in Burbank I'm heading north on the 5 to Redding, California; you all are welcome to ride with me if you like. Only thing, one of you is gonna have to share the ride with my dog; she's in the truck."
"No problem," the boys cheerfully replied in unison.
The three men walked over to Chet's rig; a white late model International 4400 Western Hauler that was pulling a fifth wheel auto transport trailer with two cars loaded on the ramp. Chet explained that he was coming from Dallas, Texas, and had already dropped one vehicle at an earlier stop in Arizona. He further explained that he had to drop the remaining two cars off at a warehouse in Burbank, and then he was deadheading up I-5 to spend Christmas with his family in Redding, California. So, he invited the lads to ride along with him.
"So, you want to keep that Bronco or let the salvage company have it?" Chet quizzed the owner.
"I'd like to keep it but don't have the money to pay the tow guy," Chuck said, "I got over two grand tied up in the wheels and tires alone on that bad boy."
"What if I pay the tow bill and we load it up in that empty spot on my trailer?" Chet asked pointing to the trailer, "and you can pay me back later."
"That'd be great. My uncle that lives in Fresno is a mechanic with the Ford dealer in Clovis. I really don't want to lose everything and let the tow company have it for just a $150.00 tow bill."
"Let me handle it," Chet said, catching the eye of the tow truck driver Chet walked over to him, "what's the dollar damage on the Bronco on the back of your truck?"
"Right now with dispatch fee and mileage I got a $185.00 bill against it."
Chet knew that bandit driver had just added a few more dollars to the tow bill, so he reached into his pocket and pulled out a crisp one hundred and a fifty dollar bill, and made the tow driver a valid offer, "Being it's this close to Christmas why don't you take $150.00 cash money and drop the Bronco over by my rig," Chet said pointing to the white International with trailer behind it.
The tow truck driver smiled a big cheesy grin as he snatched the money from Chet's hand. He got in his truck to maneuver it around to drop the Bronco, so the men could load it onto Chet's trailer. Once the Bronco was winched up onto the ramp and secured in place with chains Chet thanked the tow driver. Then he and his two new passengers got ready to get into Chet's truck, after the two boys flipped a coin to see which one rode shotgun. The owner of the Bronco lost and was going to ride in the rear seat with the dog that was asleep on a soft pallet behind the driver's seat.
The three loaded into Chet's truck for the two hundred and fifty miles journey to Burbank where Chet would unload the two 1970's model cars on the trailer. Once inside, seated, and buckled up the boys thanked Chet profusely for his kindness, especially so close to Christmas. Chet acknowledge that he knew what it was like to be stranded in the middle of nowhere and with no money. Chet also told them he would enjoy having company to pass the time for the next eight hundred miles or so into Redding. As Chet looked to his right before pulling onto the westbound 10 on ramp he could just see the sun rising that Friday morning as he prepared to depart Arizona.
As soon as he got rolling Chet proposed a plan of action for the duration of the trip. He handed Chuck his cell phone asking Chuck, the owner of the Bronco, to call his uncle to see if he could meet them at the 76 truck stop on Highway 99 near the Clovis exit. Chet told the owner of the Bronco to ask his uncle about the possibility of repairing the vehicle, or storing it, and once that was settled to pickup a bus schedule as Chet would take the boys on into Redding to the bus depot. Chet then asked if either one of the boys had any experience driving a big truck and trailer. The younger looking boy in the front seat said his dad had a fifth wheel recreational trailer with a Dodge one ton as a tow vehicle and he had driven it many times before. Chet asked him about the possibility helping him drive into Redding after they unloaded the two vehicles in Burbank. The boy said that he would be glad to help with the driving chores.
Brian the younger and cuter of the two by a year turned out to be a real chatter box; whereas, Chuck the older one at twenty-one dozed on and off in the rear seat with the dog. Chet soon learned that the two boys were not only roommates but also lovers. Both men were gay. Chet was gay too, but not out of the closet. Chet put a Christmas CD into the dash as Brian went on and on about how he and Chuck had met. Chet and his navigator shared coffee and pastry was they drove west. After an hour into the trip Brian was getting pretty graphic as far as sex between the two. Chet didn't know if it was a come on or just conversation; however, as Chet glanced over at Brian's crotch he could see a noticeable bulge and that bulge indicated that he had a nice package concealed in his Levis. Brian was definitely aroused, and so was Chet.
"So, what kinds of sex are you guys into and what do you two really like best?" Chet asked.
"Man, we just love each other's bodies and we're both so into anal lovemaking. I mean we are both really heavy into it both of us are very receptive givers and receivers. I guess that's why we have stayed together for almost two years now; we both enjoy fucking the shit out of each other.
"Cool," Chet remarked.
"I hope you don't mind me talking about sex. You don't have anything against gay guys, do you?" Brian asked.
"Nope; in fact, I'm gay. Just not out."
"Way Cool Dude! Too bad we don't have more time I'd enjoy getting down with you; you know, maybe we could do a three-way. So, what are you into?" Brian asked.
"Just about everything that is pleasurable, but not too kinky or perverted," Chet replied.
"Cool. So, you top or bottom?" Brian asked.
"I enjoy both equally, but really enjoy getting laid by a guy who knows how and what he's doing with his cock. You know, I'm not into big dicks, fisting, or any of that painful shit. I just really enjoy a good blowjob, but best of all a nice well lubed dick sliding in and out of my asshole for as long as possible before bustin a huge nut," Chet said.
"Oooh, that sounds so fucking cool, like me. Man, I can go forever. What about rimming?" Brian asked.
"Love it! A good clean up in the shower and then a rim job before fucking is the best. I don't like really hairy guys or hairy assholes; you know, just hate it when that wild ass wiry hair with dingle balls gets caught in your teeth while you're eatin a guy's ass out," Chet said with a scowl of displeasure.
Brian laughed at the comment and then said, "Damn Dude, wish we could get together to play. My ass is as smooth and hairless as a baby's butt."
"Sounds delicious."
"So, how old are you Chet?"
"Twenty-eight."
The conversation kept pace with the speed and the miles clicking off the speedometer/odometer as they headed towards Burbank. Chuck would awaken for a few minutes every once in a while and drift back to sleep as the truck rumbled along the Interstate during the morning hours as the two in the front continued chatting. They shared coffee and doughnuts as they talked about anything and everything. Throughout the conversation Chet discovered that both boys were circumcised and Brian's dick was almost seven inches. Chet had disclosed that he also was about seven inches and cut too. Brian had been licking his lips as Chet described himself. Chet wished he had put his little four inch phallic shaped butt plug in before starting to drive west. Many times he would put it in at a fuel stop when he was feeling horny and would have an earth shattering orgasm before the next refueling.
The little butt plug had been Chet's over the road buddy for the past two years. The rubber phallic appearing plug was just the right length and girth to rub against Chet's prostate as he drove down the Interstates. The positioning of the device drove him wild until he would ejaculate with such force that there were noticeable wet spots in his Levis. He also used it to get his ass ready for cornholing sessions with some of his buddies that he met up with while on the road. Chet had learned that many of his trucker buddies were horny; furthermore, he had learned the pleasure of anal sex at an early age and ass fucking was high on his list of wants and needs.
Chet had been buggered the first time when he was in the sixth grade by a neighbor boy who was in the seventh grade. The first few times cornholing were shitty and not particularly enjoyable experiences for Chet, but over the years with education and practice things got better. He remembered that those first few times from the sixth grade into junior high school were awkward and messy. Chet and his young partners knew nothing about preparation for anal sex except the uncontrollable desire to penetrate another's asshole, and most of the time it was a painfully shitty experience.
The most painful butt fucking for Chet was the time he was brutally anal raped in the seventh grade by a junior in high school; the seventeen year old had a humongous dick. The boy used no lubrication; he just spit in Chet's asshole and used saliva to lube the large purple cockhead that he tried to drive up Chet's ass. Luckily for the older boy the rape occurred at the edge of a cornfield next to a river. No one could hear Chet's screams of anguish as the boy tried to force his huge thick dick into Chet's unlubricated asshole.
Chet recovered from the brutal bum fucking; however, his ass was painful for weeks afterwards. Over time Chet learned all the intricacies of anal sex, and had become very good at it as a give and receiver. In high school he really began to enjoy cornholing, and at one time it became an almost afternoon occurrence between him and his two close boy friends on the wrestling team. That is where he learned the art of rimming, and also found out that his nipples were super sensitive.
A new boy at school had him sleep over and accidentally touched his nipple. Immediately Chet's nipple became erect and he let out a moan of pleasure. The new boy friend quickly seized the opportunity to stimulate his friend's nipples. The boy fondled Chet's nipples with his finger and then began licking them with his tongue. Then he would lightly bit on them, and sucked on them to a point where Chet ejaculated without ever having his cock caressed. Chet's high school years were a time of not only academic education, but learning about sex and sexuality.
The 210 bypass exit sign popped up and Chet began changing lanes to take the 210 above Los Angeles towards Burbank. After more miles of driving Chet found the highway 138 exit that he would take to the warehouse area to unload the two cars. Once at the location Chet met with the individual and he and the boys began unloading vehicles from the trailer. After the cars were unloaded and the Bronco loaded up and secured to the ramp Chet exchanged paperwork and accepted a check from the man accepting the cars; meanwhile, Chuck had made contact with his uncle in Clovis. As Chet returned to his rig Chuck handed the cell phone off to Chet. Chet explained in more detail what was happening and what he needed the boy's uncle to do.
The uncle assured Chet that he would meet them at the truck stop around five that afternoon with a tow truck and take his nephew's Bronco off Chet's hands. The three loaded up in the truck and headed back to the 5 west. Chet decided to treat the boys to a good meal at the Marie Callender's just off the 5 a few miles south before heading up the "Grapevine." The three men enjoyed a fabulous meal before tackling the "Grapevine" north to highway 99 and then into Fresno. With no problems they should be at the truck stop no later than four-thirty that afternoon waiting for Chuck's uncle to show up. Then once the trailer was unloaded it was onto to Redding.
They were making good time and Chet was going to try to talk the young men into getting a room somewhere around Sacramento before heading up the 5 to Redding on Saturday. They could get a room, rest up, and maybe engage in some sex play before they all went their separate ways at Redding. All of Brian's chatter had gotten Chet all horny on the trip from Arizona to Burbank. Chet wanted to taste these young men's forbidden fruits and possibly feel them inside his ass. The trip to Fresno would be the deciding factor, because he still had to feel out Chuck to see if he was game. He knew he would have no problems with Brian; Hell, Brian had already said that he would be willing to skip Christmas to bed down with Chet.
What happened after the three left Fresno? The next part of the story will reveal that.