Car Rental

I became a robot.  I did what a good student does.  I got up each morning, showered, went to class, studied for my exams, and had a 4.0 average for both the fall and spring semesters.  When I played tennis, I put all my anger into my serves.  I was written up in the school newspaper for having more aces in a single match than any other school player, and when asked about my accomplishment, I told the reporter that I didn’t give a fuck.

My coaches had been worried that Cameron’s departure would have a negative effect on me, and they made it mandatory that I see a counselor each week. It was her diagnosis that I had buried all sense of emotion and that I should seek psychiatric help as an in-patient in a care facility. I only kept going because it was a stipulated part of my scholarship, but it's likely the reason I was able to make it through the spring semester.

When I got home for summer vacation, I sat on the couch and stared at the wall for three days. 

My father finally held me and began to cry. My mother said, “You really loved that boy, didn't you?”

I looked up at her and saw tears in her eyes. "I was starting to; he really was so..." A dam burst in my mind, and I began to sob uncontrollably.

My next two weeks were spent in a hospital about thirty miles from home. I grieved and let go of the guilt that I had buried within me. With medication and counseling, I was able to return to a slightly more guarded version of myself.

I started working in my father’s business and learned how to do the jobs of an entry-level employee. I made no friends while I was there. When I was asked to join fellow workers for after-work activities, I told them that I didn’t think it would be appropriate for me even though I wanted to join in. I believe most of them accepted that as a plausible reason.


My senior year started with a new me and no roommate. On the academic front, I have several projects to research and complete, so I made myself a timeline to ensure that nothing would make me do the last-minute rush. On the horny side of things, I got a Grindr account. I wasn’t looking for love; I didn’t want love. I had just come to terms with what had been taken from me, and I still needed healing time. I decided that playing around wouldn’t hurt anybody. If I wanted to play and he wanted to play, then no-strings-attached playtime would certainly relieve some stress.

I was amazed at home many guys were on the app with whom I had no interest in meeting. Maybe I was looking at the right time of day; maybe it was my expectations, but it was a month into the semester before I found someone with whom I wanted to chat. His name was Matt, and he was twenty and working part-time in an auto parts store while he took classes at the community college. He told me he liked to go RVing and asked me whether I might want to spend a weekend at the beach staying inside a camper. When I said I might, he suggested a weekend that I already had a tournament on.

I invited him to the tournament and explained to him that I could go the weekend before or the one after, but he told me only that weekend would work. We had planned several times to meet, but his work always interfered at the last minute. Finally, things worked out, and we were going to meet at the fountain on the south end of campus.

I got there five minutes early and was walking around the fountain when I saw a red minivan pull into the parking lot. Matt said he drove a red Chrysler, and that certainly was red, and it was a Chrysler. Had he inherited it from his parents?

Walking over to it, I saw a man get out. He looked like a heavier version of Matt, and as I got closer, he looked like an older version of Matt. “Hi, Jake!” he called to me.

“Hi,” I said back.

“I fixed up the inside of the van as a surprise.” He smiled as he pulled the door open. An air mattress, some blankets, and a few pillows filled the space behind the front seats.”

I bit my upper lip.

“What’s the matter? It’s only for if we hit it off. I wanted to be prepared; I mean things were going well when we chatted.”

“How old are you, Matt?” I asked.

The smile on his face fell. “Thirty-two. But no one talks to me when I give my real age. And when your dick’s inside me, you’re not going to care.”

“Where do you work?”

“I work at an AutoZone distribution center, and I don’t take classes. But I give a great blowjob, and I love to get fucked.”

“How nice for you.”

“Come in the back, and let’s play,” he said.

“No,” I shook my head. “I came here to meet a twenty-year-old single, white, male, five feet eleven… what are you? Five-eight?”

“Yeah, five-eight.”

“And you said you weighed one thirty-five. That’s a skinny dude.”

“Yeah, I used to. I’m one-sixty,” Matt looked down at the ground. “You think I’m fat.”

“I think you’re a liar. You’re cute. I don’t think you’re fat, but you’re dishonest.  Plus, you didn't remove your wedding ring.” I turned and went back to the fountain. I heard the van drive away. I sat down as a guy with a skateboard walked up to me.

“Dude, I heard that. I don’t get why people have to lie.

“Insecurities, I guess.” I sighed.

“It’s too bad I gave up being gay this summer when I met my girlfriend. I actually like taking dick up the ass, dude, and you’re good-looking.”

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Seventeen, man.”

“And you gave up being gay?” I chuckled.

“My girl’s got a better source of weed than my boy ever did. Gotta be flexible, right man?”

“Yep,” I nodded. I got up and headed back to campus.

As I neared the street, a car stopped in front of me. My teammate Bryan Conway was in the passenger seat. “Hey, Adams, can you follow us to NAPA, the auto parts store? I think he needs a new battery, but they’ll check it out. We might need a ride back.”

“Sure.” I had my keys and my license in my pocket, so I headed to my car and drove to the store. I saw the guys pull in and head inside after popping open the hood. I pulled into the space next to them and waited in front of my car.

One of the employees came out with a device and attached it to the battery. I was checking out the way his uniform fit his ass when he looked over at me. “Have you been helped?” he asked me.
I was taken off guard, and I’m not sure why I responded the way I did, but I said, “No. I was just admiring your ass.”

He smiled, and I felt my face get red. He went back inside. After a few minutes, another employee came out with a battery, and the other guys followed him. Conway looked up at me and said, 

“They think it's just the battery.”

I smiled and waved. At that moment the first employee came out and walked up to me. “Now, how can I help you?” He smiled in a way that made me turn red again.

“Tell me your name, and let me take you to dinner.”

“You’re making some assumptions, aren’t you? The name’s Todd, by the way.”

“Well, Todd. You smiled when I told you what I told you before. And my name’s Jake.”

“And if I let you buy me dinner, Jake. Won’t you expect me to sleep with you afterward?”

“Now you’ve made an assumption, Todd. I would never expect you to do anything.”

Todd pinched his lips together and nodded. “You’ve got great fucking eyes, you know that?”

“I do now,” I replied.

Todd smiled. “I get off at eight, but I need to go home and change. I don’t work tomorrow.”

“Do I pick you up, then?” I asked.

“Only things open are Denny’s and Waffle House,” Todd reminded me.

“Doesn’t matter to me if the company’s good.” I handed him my phone. “Put your address and phone number in.”

He handed the phone back, and I texted him. “Now, you can send me a dick pic, I’ll decide whether there’ll be some after-dinner fun.”

“And if I don’t,” he laughed.

“My decision will be more difficult,” I laughed. “Do you prefer eight-thirty or nine?”

“Make it eight-thirty. I’ll be sure to dress quickly.”

I watched him walk back into the store before getting back in my car and heading to the dorm. I showered, shaved, and put on fresh clothes. What was I doing? I didn’t know this guy at all. I wrote a note and left it on my desk in case he was a serial killer.


When I arrived at Todd’s apartment, he was already dressed and ready. His place was sparse and clean; we opted for IHOP and shared an omelet. He told me how he had grown up working in his uncle’s auto shop and had hoped to work there. He’d done vocational training and got a certification. His uncle had financial problems and had to sell the shop, so his dreams of taking over didn’t work. He was working at NAPA as he decided what direction to take life. One of his considerations was joining the military.

I gave him a summary of my life, and we held hands as we walked from the restaurant to the car. “I didn’t have a chance to send you a pic,” he said as we got to the car.

“I was going to send you one, too, but I was worried it would scare you.”

“The fuck you were,” he said as he got in. “Were you?”

“You’re right. I wasn’t. Did you want to go anywhere else, or do you want to take me home?”

“Will you walk me to the door?” asked Todd.

“Of course.”

“And would you come inside to make sure everything’s OK?”

“You’re worried about mice?” I laughed.

“You never can tell,” Todd replied. He turned to the window and began humming a song I didn’t know.

When I pulled into the parking space near his apartment, he jumped out of the car and practically ran to my side. “You are coming in, right?”

“Yeah, of course,” I told him. “To check for rats.”

“Mice, remember.”

I nodded, and he held my hand. I smiled at him, and he pulled me along a little faster.
He closed and locked the door behind us and whispered, “Sometimes I hear little scratching noises coming from the walls and under the bed.” I followed him into the bedroom. He put his fingers to his lips, and I turned my head slightly to listen. I got down on my knees and peeked under the bed. I don’t see mice, but I should look for snakes. They like to eat mice.”

“Snakes?” His face became serious.

I tip-toed over to him. “I think I spotted one.”

He looked down at the bed.

“I’m positive that I see him.”

He looked up at me. I leaned forward, kissed him, and grabbed his penis with my left hand. “Yep, a one-eyed penis erectus; they spit a salty substance when excited.”

I saw him smirk and heard him chuckle. He wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me hard. He started shoving his tongue into my mouth. He wasn’t a good kisser.

“Slow down,” I said.

“It’s been so long, and I’m so horny. Are you going to fuck me?”

“I want to,” I said and then licked his ear and kissed his neck just below his lobe.”

“Oh, fuck, that’s a turn-on.’

“Let’s get your shirt off, Todd.” I tugged at the hem and pulled it over his head. “Nice pecs and abs,” I remarked.

“I wanted you to fuck me the first time I saw you. I could tell you wanted me.”

“You’ve got a nice ass, but the rest of you is nice, too.”

Todd kicked off his shoes and pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Take yours off.” He went to his nightstand as I removed the rest of my clothing. He handed me a foil packet before getting on the bed. “I like missionary.” He started to lubricate his hole.

“No foreplay?” I chuckled.

“I don’t need foreplay to get me excited. Now, fuck me,” he demanded.

“A man who knows his mind.” I smiled and moved onto the bed. I unrolled the condom onto my now hard dick. I found it a little thrilling that he wanted to get right to the main course. I pushed my cock against his hole.
He growled, “Fuck, that hurts. You’re so big, and I’m so tight. Push harder, dammit.”

Pushing with more force, I finally got the head of my dick in his ass. He certainly was tight, I even questioned whether he was intentionally squeezing down. “Relax,” I told him. “Take a deep breath of air.” I saw him inhale, and I slipped a little farther inside.

Todd grabbed my ass and pulled. My penis drove into him. I saw him grimace, and through clenched teeth, he growled, “Fuck, yes.” He became very verbal after that. “Fuck me harder. Yeah. Shit yeah. Like that. Yeah, fuck me like that. Don’t stop. Oh, don’t stop. Keep fucking just like that.”
He had begun to buck his hips up and meet my thrusts. His grip on my dick was so tight that I didn’t think I could hold out much longer, but I didn’t want to give in until he was close. His cock was rock hard and would jab me from time to time. He reached down and grabbed his dick and tugged on it with such force that I was worried he would injure himself. As he jerked his dick, he angrily cursed, “Fuck,” over and over until he came. He looked up at me and demanded, “Fill that condom, you bastard.”

Shoving my dick with full force into him, I filled the condom. My dick was still inside him, and I was breathing heavily when he pushed me away. “Get off me. We’re done.”

I pulled back and sat upon one of my legs. I was still breathing quite deeply when he said, “I told you we were done. Get your clothes on.”

“What?” I laughed. “No kissing or cuddling.” I hadn’t even removed the condom.

“I said that we are done fucking, and I want you to leave.”

The playful, funny Todd that I went to dinner with was now angry and demanding.

I pulled my pants on and grabbed my shirt, shoes, and underwear. I went straight to the door. As I opened the door, he said, “Come back, and I’ll kill you.”

I hurried to the car and got inside. I immediately locked the doors and started it. My cock had gone flaccid, but the cum-filled condom was still dangling from it and making me feel uncomfortable. I reached inside my pants to retrieve it at the same time my phone dinged.
I unlocked it. There was a message from Todd. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it. I just got hyped up because that was a really great fuck. Come back, please.”

I stared at the message.  Then I blocked his number and drove back to the dorm.