The Trek

Jerry watched the traffic enter the ramp that rose to the elevated section of the interstate. He watched each vehicle wondering why he couldn’t be within one of the trucks or cars. Wiping sweat from his forehead, he squinted against the sun. It angled underneath the canopy of the gas station and beat down on him as he sipped at the drink and took slow bites of the cinnamon bun purchased from within. It had been nearly an hour since he walked up to the station wondering how he would get a ride on the interstate. Its elevated roadway through the city made it seem almost out of reach. A Pontiac pulled into the pumps and an elderly man climbed out and began filling his tank. Then a pickup with two young guys pulled up to the building and climbed out. They were joking around, laughing at something said prior. Jerry tried not to stare at them, but one of them captured his eye. He struggled with his desires, fearful of giving himself away, and he turned his attention back to the busy street that ran parallel with the interstate at ground level.

A box truck pulled in with the name of a delivery company painted on the side. A young guy climbed down from the cab and began to fill the tank. As the pump ran, he reached into the cab pulling out a clipboard. Jerry watched him thumb through page after page, stopping on a couple for closer inspection. Once the tank was filled, the hose returned to the pump, the guy headed toward the building to pay. As he passed, there was a slight nod of greeting. It wasn’t much but it gave Jerry a bit of courage, and when the guy came back out, he stopped him.

“Excuse, but would you be going west on the interstate?” Jerry asked, coming to his feet.

 “Huh…oh, yeah; Little Rock.”

“Really? Could I get a ride with you?”

“I don’t know…we’re not supposed to pick up people.”

“I can pay,” Jerry replied, the desperation evident in his tone.

The guy smiled while shaking his head. “That’s not it. I don’t need your money. The company pays for fuel and my meals, it’s just…” and the guy stammered to a stop. “How far are you going?”

The question changed the tone between them, opened up the conversation, giving Jerry hope of a ride.

“California.”

“Wow, really. That is a long way…you know past Little Rock it is a different environment. Hot and arid most of the time, but when it storms, man it is the worst.”

“So, you’ll give me ride?”

“Yeah, sure. Just don’t tell my boss,” the guy replied, smiling at Jerry as he turned toward the box truck.

The truck was struggling to get up to speed at it climbed the ramp. It bounced and wobbled around on its chassis as the engine whined. As the ramp came up to the bridged interstate, leveling off, the truck finally began to gain real speed, allowing them to merge into the traffic.

“I’m Greg, by the way.”

“Jerry.”

“So, you’re going all the way to California?”

“Yes.”

“California?” Greg repeated, saying the state’s name as if it were a foreign country. “Wow, you’re going a long way.”

“Yep.”

“Where you from?”

“Alabama. And you? Where are you from?” Jerry asked, ready to take the conversation away from himself.

“Me? I’m from Memphis. Our shop is out on the east side of town, and one of us makes this trip about once a month. It’s not too bad. The worst trip is to Nashville. We have to get to the other side of the city, and it is always late when we get back.”

“What is your business?” Jerry asked.

The question was one that set Greg to talking, telling of their rewiring of motors, the equipment required and how it was a smaller shop in Little Rock, and one in Nashville that gave them the work they couldn’t fit into their schedule, thus the constant trips. Greg segued to his personal life, how his girlfriend was pushing him to change jobs, get something with better pay, as if it were that simple.

Jerry listened, sensing Greg was like Edward, someone living a content life, with only the most mundane things to disturb it. He had found Greg attractive, measured him up when he first saw him, but now he knew there would be no messing around, for nothing in Greg’s demeanor or anything he had said gave any opening to such a thing to occur. He sat back, listening to Greg ramble on, obviously glad for the company on his trip to Little Rock.

Development along the interstate began to pick up, first some small factory or warehouses, then a car dealership, a shopping center, then apartments and restaurants, and up ahead, signs they were coming into Little Rock.

“I’ve got to get on I-30 and go to the south side of town. You want me to let you off somewhere on this interstate? I assume you stay on it heading west,” said Greg as they passed a sign for I-30.

“That would be perfect.”

“The exit before has a truck stop. I’ll swing off, let you out, then swing back on the interstate.”

“Thanks.”

“Hey, I probably don’t need to tell you this, but be careful. Some faggot could pick you up and try something. I hear it happens a lot,” said Greg.

It caught Jerry off guard, and he found himself holding his breath. After all that Greg had talked about, with his easy manner, it was the last thing Jerry expected to hear from him. The tone was shocking, and he wanted out of the truck as quickly as possible.

“Really…I’ll…hey you can just stop on the ramp and I’ll hop out here.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. No need for you to drive around trying to get into a parking lot or something. Thanks for the ride.”

“No problem,” Greg replied, slowing the box truck to a stop on the ramp.

“Thanks again,” said Jerry, climbing down as soon as the truck came to a stop.

“You be careful and remember what I said.”

“I will,” Jerry replied as he shut the door. Greg eased down the ramp, and after a short stop, cut across the highway and onto the ramp to get back on the interstate.

Jerry slung his backpack on and began to walk down the ramp, then cut across the ditch heading to the truck stop. He felt anxious, mad even, at what Greg has implied. The notion that all gay guys would fuck with you, even if you didn’t want it. It was something Sam and he had talked about, and how most gay guys were closeted, afraid to do anything. Too afraid of getting beat up or killed.

It was after noon, the sun high in the sky and Jerry was starving, made all the worse by smelling the greasy smell of hamburgers cooking on a grill coming from the restaurant within the truck stop. He crossed the parking lot, the pavement broken up and alligatored, until he was underneath the canopy. As he stepped up on the sidewalk that circled the building, he saw a motel on the far side. It was two stories, with open balconies running along the side, doors and windows a rigid rhythm along its length. There are only a few vehicles parked along the building and it appears to be very old, making him wonder about the cost of a room for the night. He feels anxious, aggravated from his encounter with Greg, and feels like he needs some down time.

A couple exit the truck stop and hold the door open for Jerry. A quick word of thanks and he steps into the interior. The store was jammed with shelving and display racks and along one wall an old drink cooler with sliding doors on top. His mouth watered at the thought of the cold drinks within. A glance around the room gave him a quick layout. The checkout was next to the door that led to the restaurant. Along the back wall for most of its length were miscellaneous products that were obviously aimed at their main clientele, the truckers. A hall broke the wall in half and signs projected out from its walls on either side. ‘Men’ and ‘Women’ signs on one side, ‘Showers’ on the other.

Jerry wondered about getting a shower at the truck stop, then catching a ride with someone as fast as possible, but he felt tired, and his aggravation at Greg hung over him. The motel still seemed like the best option for the night. He turned toward the door leading to the restaurant and headed for the thing that was his first priority: food.

There were booths along the windows and small tables between them and the counter that ran along the back wall. Except for two booths and one table, all the customers were sitting alone. Truckers stopped after a long day on the road.

“Sit wherever you would like and one of us will be with you shortly,” said a waitress as she passed carrying a tray of food.

Jerry looked at the tables, how lonely some of the men looked eating alone, and he didn’t want to be one of them, despite the way he did feel that way. He slipped the backpack from his back and went to the counter where two men were sitting, two bar stools between them, and he kept the rhythm, putting two stools between him and the nearest man.

Jerry stood at the window of his room, towel around his waist and hair still wet from a shower. It was late, after one in the morning, and he was wide awake. He had watched television, then music while reading a magazine he purchased in the truck stop. Through it all, he remained wide awake, despite his fatigued feeling. He was too wound up, too aggravated about how the day went, and now he wanted to act out, to be one of those faggots Greg had warned him about. A man had walked by a few minutes before, slowing as he passed, and Jerry wondered if he was willing to mess around. The guy had looked late thirties, unkempt hair, and a weary appearance, but Jerry knew he probably didn’t look much better. He stayed at the window waiting to see if the guy would come back, cruise him a little, but the balcony remained empty.

The truck stop looked quiet, only one rig fueling at the pumps, and all the others parked in back, dark, with no one stirring about. Reaching down to tighten the loosening towel, he toyed with his cock, felt it stir, and he was tempted to let it drop to the floor, wondering if a trucker was looking toward the motel in that instance. Then he saw a guy come out of the darkness where the rigs were parked, cut under the canopy, and enter the back of the truck stop. Less than a minute later, two more guys approached the truck stop from different areas, converging at the rear door. Headlights cut across the parking lot and Jerry saw a pickup pull in towing a trailer, one for livestock. It pulled around the truck stop and parked along the side of the parking lot. A guy climbed out, cap pulled low on his head and dressed in tight jeans. Jerry imagined how he would look if he were close enough to see his features. He could make out the blonde hair and how he walked with a bow-egged gait that spoke of cowboy, someone who rode horses…or it was what Jerry imagined. He watched the cowboy enter the truck stop. For the hour, it was a lot of traffic and his curiosity was getting the best of him. He closed the curtain, flung the towel over a chair and got dressed. A pair of worn jeans and a tank top. Without underwear, his cock was even more obvious in the tight jeans, making him smile at the provocative nature of it. He pulled a few bills from his wallet, grabbed up the room key, slip his feet in flip flops, and headed out.

Jerry entered the back door and went into the shop area, finding it empty except for the guy working at the front counter. It was curious, and he looked back at the corridor he had come through, wondering where the men had gone. He saw the sign for ‘Showers’ and instantly knew. At the counter, he saw the look, one of disgust mixed with a resolved expression.

“You want to use the showers?” the guy asked, not waiting on Jerry to speak up.

“Yes; how much?” Jerry replied, reaching into his pocket.

“A dollar, fifty cents more for a towel.”

“Give me a towel,” Jerry replied, sliding two bills across the counter.

The guy rang him up, pulled out a towel and set it on the counter with a key.

“What’s the key for?” Jerry asked.

“The locker for your things.”

“OH…thanks,” Jerry replied, picking up the key, then the towel. He headed to the showers wondering if he would be lucky enough to see some action. He had rumor of it; the kind of thing Greg had warned him about. It made him smile, as he strolled down the short hall and entered the showers.

As soon as he entered, he heard voices, muted, dulled by the sound of running water. The first room, just around a screen wall, was the locker area. A small room with lockers down one wall. Through the doorway beyond, he saw sinks lining the wall, and a few toilet stalls, with another door opening on the far wall. Locating his locker, Jerry stripped off his jeans and tank top, secured them in it. He wrapped the towel around his waist and went in search of the men.

Jerry passed the stalls and sinks and entered the next room. A bench ran along the right wall, and to his left, one large open gang shower. A few shower heads were on, steaming up the room and among the steam, he saw what he had come in search. On the left side, two men were kissing with another stooped before them, sucking one and stroking the other. On the right wall, a guy was leaned against it, hands firmly on the tile wall, ass back, taking another’s fuck. The buy behind him moved slowly, hips swung back then pushing forward with a slow erotic pace that showed how unhurried they were in their sex. On the back wall, stood a guy not much older, blonde hair and muscular body, and toying with his hard cock was a guy down on his knees, face right up close to his stroking hand. ‘Cowboy’ Jerry thought as he saw him grab the guy on his knees by the hair and force him to suck while he looked at Jerry and smiled.

Jerry smiled back, pulled the towel from his waist, tossing it on the bench. He tugged on his thickening cock, aroused by what he saw, the pure sexual nature of it. If Greg could see this, he thought as he stepped into the shower area feeling the moist heat of the space. It loosened him, took away the tension he had been feeling. And it aroused him, his cock growing longer and thicker. He was displaying his willingness as he watched the others.

The sucker to his left crawled away from the two men and over to him. He watched the guy move across the hard tile floor until at his feet.

“Suck me,” Jerry uttered and watched the guy rise, head angled up, and take his cock. Soon lips were sliding along the length of it, tongue tormenting the head, and hands raked up and down his legs. “Fuck” he uttered as he looked from his cocksucker to the two guys on his left. One bent over and the other penetrated him, sinking all the way in one push. A cry out, then a whorish moan, and Jerry felt his cock flex in the hot slick mouth manipulating it as he watched the other two fuck.

Jerry looked at the guys on his right as he held his cocksucker’s head, the familiar movement aligned with the sensations coming from his cock. The guy fucking bearhugged his partner, spun him around so everyone could see how aroused it made him to be taking cock in the ass. A hand took his erection and soon stroked in rhythm to their fuck. He rocked with every push inward, moaned with lust and desire, and leaned back, head resting on his partner’s shoulder, stretching out his torso. The muscle strained against tight skin as he took the thrusting cock and the hand stroking his own.

“Fuck him,” Jerry uttered, saying the words arousing to his own ears. He reached down and tugged his cocksucker up and spun him around.

“Yeah, put it in me…come on, fuck me,” the guy pleaded.

Jerry didn’t make him wait, giving him what he desired. He stepped up to the bent over guy, raked his cock up and down the spread ass, held apart by the guy, then he punched through the tight opening and shoved inward. The guy howled and shuddered with the penetration, then he pushed back, begging Jerry to fuck him.

Jerry watched the fucking to each side of the room, putting off looking at his cowboy for he wanted him more than anyone else. A temptation that he savored. He knew when he looked at the cowboy, that would be where he focused most of his attention. A cry out, and on the right Jerry watched as cum spew from the guy getting fucked. The guy shuddered and jerked as his cock was stroked to the point, he was begging his partner to stop. Finally, Jerry turned to Cowboy.

Cowboy had his partner down on his hands and knees, and he was behind him, moving in that primitive way that spoke of their fuck. Stomach muscles flexed, and his partner rocked roughly with every push inward. Jerry watched as he increased his pace, until Cowboy and he were in rhythm. Cowboy smiled and he smiled back, tightening his grip on the waist of his own partner. He watched Cowboy fuck harder, rocking his partner, then reached down, taking him by the hair, and pulled him up on his knees. Cowboy fucked so hard it rocked his partner, who had taken his own cock in hand.

Jerry watched, mimicking Cowboy, bearhugging his partner around the neck, holding him tight to his body as he pummeled his ass.

Jerry began to feel overheated, body sweating and so aroused by every touch, he couldn’t hold back. He bellowed, shoved into his partner all the way, and came. Then he felt it, the guy’s opening spasm around his cock, the body shuddering and jerking, then a cry out. Cum arched out in front of them and Jerry knew his partner was coming too.

Jerry kissed the guy on the neck, whispered thanks and climbed to his feet. He crossed the shower room until standing in front of Cowboy and his partner. He wiped his wet slimy cock across the partner’s lips as he watched Cowboy fuck him.

“Suck his cock,” Cowboy uttered, and Jerry felt the lips part and take him.

Jerry watched his cock slide through the lips as the guy rocked with Cowboy’s fuck. It renewed his arousal, made him hard once again. He pushed forward, gagging the guy as Cowboy fucked harder, the smack of flesh against flesh echoing in the small room.

“I want to fuck you,” Jerry uttered, staring at Cowboy.

Cowboy smiled back, then closed his eyes, jerked with his release, and filled his partner’s ass with his first load.

Jerry stepped back and watched Cowboy climb to his feet. He was tall, taller than Jerry by a couple of inches. He moved around his first partner, who was on hands and knees breathing hard, and came up to Jerry.

“You want to fuck me?”

“Yes.”

Cowboy grabbed Jerry by the back of the neck and kissed him roughly. He felt Cowboy’s the other hand slide down his body, caressing bare flesh then toying with his erection. The lips kissed along his jaw, down his neck then up to his ear.

“You want to get a room?”

“I have one,” Jerry whispered, and he heard a soft chuckle.

“Perfect; let’s go.”

To Be Continued.