How did this happen to me? I don't know. I really don't know. I can't remember much except suddenly crashing headfirst into the winshield, with my face smeared with glass and blood. I didn't see it. It was as it happened in really slow motion through a blurry telescope. Nothing was right and everything fucking hurt. I couldn't tell if I was right side up or upsode down. I wanted to scream but there was no sound. It was just immoblizing, neverending pain. Everything went black after a while. I opened my eyes and saw doctors everywhere. All in their white coats that seemed to blend with the white background. I was hooked to IVs and other things that I can't remember what they were called. My face wasn't broken or bleeding, thank God. But Icould feel stitches just below my hairline. I tried to talk but no sound came out. I took a deep breath and in a faint squeaky voice, I managed, "What the hell happened to me?"

The doctor stared at me. I knew that stare. It was never good news. But he said. "You've been in a horrible car wreck, Mr. Deckerson. You have bruised ribs, a broken arm and a collapsed lung. Which is why you're going in for a lung transplant and surgery." Great, at least now I half knew why I can't half breathe or talk. Then he placed a mask over my face and whispered that Iwas going to be unconscious for this and this was part of the anathesia process. I was scared as hell. I had no idea where I was or even If I was going to make it out alive. "Where's Tallahassee?" I mumbled. The doctor stared at me again in confusion. "Tallahassee, sir? No. This is Nebraska." "No!" I tried to yell, but my voice was fading again. I was getting drowsy very quickly. I couldn't hold open my eyes and then I was gone before I knew it.

I woke up in a room. A hotel room, but not like the one I was in for my birthday. I tried to sit up and realized I was tied down. My hands were tied to the brass bedposts. My feet weren't tied however.Whoever tied me up made sure I was going nowhere. But how did I get here? I had a mask over my face one minute and then I wake up here. Then I smelled something kind of strange. I finally looked down and realized I wasn't wearing my clothes. All I had on was Tallahassee's flannel shirt and his old worksocks. The lights dimmed and a tall figure came in the room. The door closed silently behind him. He was hairy and naked except for a ski mask, fingerless leather gloves and brown workboots. He smelled like he hadn't showered in a few days. I knew that smell. I remembered that smell. I really love that smell.

"Trucker." I managed to say. My throat was dry. But I didn't care. I was happy to finally see a familiar face. He inched up to me and carefully lay down beside me. Then he kissed me. I moaned from the feeling, that it seemed no matter how crappy my day is, Trucker can turn it all around with a kiss. That masculine smell of him also ease my nerves. "Boy." He muttered, his tongue in my mouth as he rubbed his large hands over my chest. The kiss ended and I wished he didn't. "Take off your mask." I said. He shook his head. "I can't Dogg. Not yet at least. Tell me..." He continued rubbed my chest working towards my now hardon. "Do you remember anything?" I sighed, more from the pleasure then the troubling question he asked me. "Not really, Trucker. I can't recall anything except when I left your house. That's the last thing I can recall." He grunted and sniffed me. "Untie me then." I said. Once again, he shook his head no. I was more worried than I was angry. Why was he hiding his face and why wouldn't he untie me? I tried to remember something anything from that night, but I was coming up with blanks! Trucker opened up my shirt and started sniffing me some more. Under my arms, in my navel, everywhere. "You sure like sniffing me a lot." I said, just making conversation. The silence was scaring me. He was smelling my crotch right then but I think he smiled. "I like your smells, Dogg." "I like yours too, Trucker." I tried to struggle but I got nowhere. Now I didn't want to escape, I was just uncomftable laying here for I don't know how long. He stood up and turned off the lights altogether and opened the nearest window. I was more confused. What's he doing now? I wondered. I tried to turn my head to look at the masked face for some kind of a hint. The masked face was just blank. Trucker grunted and turned his attention to me again. I guess having seen my confusion and was struggling again to get out these damn ropes. "I'll untie you on two conditions." he said finally. "What?" I asked him eagerly. "First condition, don't pull off my hood. and second if you eat my ass." I had a quizzical look form on my face. I had no idea what the second one meant. Hell, I was just nineteen. "I don't know what you mean." I said carefully. Trucker smiled and was at the foot of the bed. I lierally could hear him sniffing my asshole. Then I felt something warm and wet at the same time. I moaned and jerked a little in surprise. He stopped and I settled down. "Now you know." he said. "Don't I have to be untied to do that?" I asked. He shook his head. "No, Dogg." Then he climbed on the bed and sat squarely on my face. I grunted more from his weight than his stinky asshole. Which, surprisingly wasn't all that stinky compared to his other smells.

"Now, eat my stinky hole, boy!" He commanded. I liked it when he took charge. So I probed his hairy hole with my tongue. He rocked forwards and back on my face, which encouraged me to go even deeper. I felt both hands become free of their binds and I speaded his asscheeks wider to get to the hairy rosebud. I knew I found it because Trucker muttered in pleasure. I stayed on that one spot, making him moan louder. He let out a low grunt. I knew he had just came which surprised me. Just when I was starting to like this new position he had me in, He stood back and off the bed. I was starting to get up myself and then I had that falling kind of feeling. You know the feeling that you're failing yet you never hit the ground? I was failing through the floor, through the ground, through everything and everything was growing dark. Faster and faster....

I opened my eyes again and was back in the hospital. How many days has it been? I looked at the doctor in confusion. He smiled at me. "It was a success, Mr. Deckerson. Your chest and throat may be sore for a couple of days, but you'll live." I sighed easily. "Also," he continued. "There's a hairy, tall man wanting to see you. He's been here for quite a while." I gasped. "Tallahassee?" He was here? "Yes, Mr. Deckerson. This must have been the man you were refering to yesterday. Mr. Tallahassee Lewis. Tall, slightly husky, bearded?" "Yeah, that's him." "I'll bring him in." With that he left. It was pain and hell, but I managed to sit up just when he walked in. He was in a black sleevelessshirt and ripped blue jeans and the same workboots as in my dreams. I smiled. He may have dressed clean, but he still stank like the trucker he is.

"I got here as soon as I heard, Jake." he said, tears in his eyes. I couldn't tell but I knew there were tears in mine. "Do you remember anything that happened?" I shook my head." No I don't Trucker. I left your place at around 8:30, nineish. That's the last thing I remember." He kissed me and hugged me. I let him despite my chest was beginning to hurt. A few minutes later he let go and asked. "Ready to get out of here?" I nodded. "Yeah, let's go. They may talk nice, but I feel like a Prisoner or something here, though." Trucker laughed. "Well, I talked to your folks. They say you can bunk with me while you recover. The only part of "Prison" is you not escaping from my house this time." Half leaning on him walking to the hallway where his truck was, I laughed. "Trucker, if you were the Warden, I'd never want to escape." The second I opened my door I saw something sitting in a white grocery bag in the backseat. Ropes and a ski mask. I started at Trucker all the way to his house. "Was it just a dream, or did it really happen?" I muttered to myself.



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