RayRay’s Story
“Seriously, RayRay. I can’t go any lower, but it’s a smoking deal” Taylor said. “I gave you every incentive we’ve got on top of the Black Friday deal. I can throw in a warranty on it so you shouldn’t have any big repair costs for a while, but that’s all I got. I mean, it’s only got 75,000 miles on it, and you’re getting it at like half the value.” He took a pause then added, “You’re not gonna do any better, these Sprinters run forever.”
I walked around the van for the like millionth time; I had to admit, she was a beauty n’ way better n’ anything else I looked at. I had Daddy look at it earlier, n’ approved, he told me he could help me upfit the Cargo area with some pipes to hold the hangers, n’ a bin to hold the delivery bags, plus he had a guy who could wrap it with my business logo n’ all that shit; Brody designed me a cool on! I decided to start my own business delivering dry cleaning, n’ there was so much to figger out, but ever’body was helpin’ me. Max helped me figger out what licenses and insurance I needed, put a budget together, n’ all that kinda b’ness stuff. Brody helped me with the advertisin’ and marketin’ stuff like makin’ a logo, n’ business cards. Zach did all the stuff to make it legal. Taylor n’ Daddy, were tryin’ to get me set up with a delivery van. Seth kept me sane and kept tellin’ me I could do it. N’ Beany? Well, Beany believed in me and was by my side the whole time.
The dry cleaners I worked for had a lotta delivery requests, n’ my boss said he’d contract with me to do the work if I started a delivery service. He also talked to a couple of his buddies in the business and they agreed to throw some business my way. One of ‘em had a deal with a couple of hotels and needed someone to run the linens and uniforms back n’ forth. Plus I had some other idear’s for drummin’ up my own business in the neighborhoods I was delivering in. It was a pretty low-investment business proposition, all I needed was a van and Taylor was helpin’ me get it.
I started doin’ math in my head n’ addin’ up how many pieces I would need to pick up to make the payments. The good news was, that because I’d be bringin’ business to the dry cleaners, my boss agreed to let me keep my job. The deliveries would just take a few hours in the mornins’, the rest of the day I’d manage the store like I’d been doin’. It was a great situation for me.
“So, what are you thinking?” Taylor asked.
“I’m thinkin’ that I must be gotdamn crazy” I said as I shook my head.
“Crazy?! Hell no, RayRay. This is an amazing opportunity. You can totally make this work and be your own boss. I’m jealous” Taylor said. ‘Ha, Taylor, the hottest guy I knew was jealous of me… yeah, sure he was’ I chuckled to myself. “Listen, with the deal you’re getting on this, you can drive it for like a year, put another 50,000 miles on it and still sell it for more than you paid.” He was soundin’ like a slimy used car guy, but I trusted him and knew he wouldn’t rip me off. Besides, Daddy told me the same thing, n’ the Kelly Blue Book price backed up what they were sayin’, I knew they were both lookin’ out for me.
I gave in, “aw hail, where do I sign?” I had butterflies in my stomach, but I knew I was gonna do it. It felt right. Taylor walked me to his office; I sat there while he got the paperwork ready, my knees were bouncin’ n’ my fingers tappin’ on the arm of the chair as I waited to take the big step. Taylor left the office for a minute to talk to his manager or finance guy or somethin’ like that, I called my insurance guy while he was out. I’d already talked to him about covering the Sprinter, I just needed to give him the VIN and give him the go ahead… he said everythin’ was good to go. When Taylor came back to the office and put everythin’ in front of me, my hand was shakin’ as I signed. Shit! It was official, I was really doin’ it. I was startin’ my own damn business.
“I already sent it to the bay for detailing, if you want to wait for it” Taylor said.
“Can I come back for it later? I drove my pickup here” I said. Taylor said it weren’t no problem. We shook hands and I told him, I’d be back later that night or on Saturday. It was the Friday after Thanksgivin’ The dry cleaner was closed for the weekend so I had a few days off to get my shit together. I looked at my van one more time before I got in my truck and left, my heart was poundin’. The first thing I did was call Beany at work. “I did it. She’s mine.” He knew what I was up to… he was my biggest supporter.
“Congrats! Dinner’s on me tonight” He said. “I’m prouda’ ya’ buddy. How do ya’ feel?”
I was honest, “like I should pull over, open the door and puke on the side of the road.” Beany just laughed.
“Good. That means yer takin’ it serious. Damn, your own business. That’s fire!!!” Beany said. “You know damn well I’ll help ya’ with anythin’ you need… you can do this, bud.”
“I need ya’ to take me back to the dealership after work so I can pick up the van and take it to Daddy’s garage.”
“Done!” Beany added. “I cain’t wait to see it. This is so awesome.” I had a big ole smile on my face cuz Beany was so happy for me. He believed in me. I talked to him until I got to Daddy’s garage… we made plans to meet at home before we hung up, so he could take me back to the dealership.
Daddy had a car up on the rack, and was underneath taking something off the bottom with a ratchet when I walked in. “Hey, RayRay… so…?”
“I bought the Sprinter. Maverick is gonna take me back to the dealership to pick it up tonight.”
“Congratulations, son. I’m prouda’ ya’!” Daddy said, makin’ me smile again. I never really had people around me that were prouda’ me before. It felt damn good.
“Thanks, Daddy. Can I start parkin’ out in the buildin’ out back tonight?” I asked.
“Of course, I’ll get ya’ a key” he said as he made his way to the office in the back. “Oh, and I talked t’ Dale down at the bone yard today, he said he’s got an old dry cleanin’ truck out back with the full setup still inside it if ya’ wanna take a look and see what ya’ can salvage.”
That was awesome news! Even if it weren’t no good, I might could get some idea’rs from it. “Hail ya’, when can we go?”
“You off today?” Daddy asked as he handed me the key, I nodded. “Then get on over there, y’all don’t need me. Tell Dale I sent ya’ and he’ll take care ya. Bring yer tools, if you see somethin’ ya can use, strip it on out and fetch it back here. Oh, and bring some cash, Dale only takes cash.” He gave me the address, I put it in my GPS and headed to the junkyard. Okay, y’all I know it sounds a lil’ wonky but I was excited ‘bout goin’ to the junkyard to check out an old delivery van. I stopped at an ATM on the way and took out a couple of hundred bucks (man my money was goin’ fast).
I got to the junkyard, said hey t’ Dale, and he took me back to the van. “I took it in from a dry cleaner in Raleigh about six months back, it was in a nasty accident and he didn’t want to take nothin’ out of it,” Dale said as we walked through the rows and piles of old cars and trucks. “So, Daddy tells me yer startin’ your own business…” Dale said, and we made small talk ‘til we got to the van. It was a mess. The front was all smashed in.
“Damn, what happened to it?” I asked Dale.
“The delivery guy drove the damn thing into a tree and totaled it, but the back end is just fine” he said openin’ up the back doors.
Hot damn! It was exactly what I was thinking, it had racks on both sides to hang clothes on, they even had this cover thing that would keep the hangers from bouncing off if I hit a pothole or somethin’. I saw them things on line and they were too expensive for me, I was just gonna use pipes. I jumped up into the van and checked it out. “How much y’all want for these?” I asked.
“Tell ya’ what. Bring yer truck back here, you can have anythin’ you want outta it for fifty cash.” My eyes lit up and I smiled wide… did I ever tell y’all how bad I suck at poker? I reached in my wallet, pulled out the cash and handed it to Dale. We walked back up t’ the office, I got in my truck, drove out back and started loadin’ up. I took pictures of everythin’ and how it was attached so I could put it into my van… it was all pretty simple. There wasn’t much more than the two racks back there, but I didn’t really need much more… the racks were the main thing and worth way more than the fifty I gave Dale. I found a couple hooks, and some clip off the dash that could hold a clipboard with my delivery list on it. It took me about a half hour to take the thing apart and load it up. I brought my loaded pickup back to Daddy’s garage and unloaded in the spot next the Sally, Taylor’s mustang. Daddy said I could set up camp there until I had the van upfitted and ready to get wrapped. After I unloaded the stuff, I went across the lot to see Daddy in the garage. I was excited and told him all about what I got from the boneyard for fifty bucks.
I showed him pictures of the back of the old truck. “Hail, that’s all you want? We can do way better than that! We can build y’all some shelves, and a couple a bins to carry the bags y’all pick up. How much y’all wanna spend?”
That was a big ass question. I save like $3,000, but I needed it to get the truck wrapped, and pay for licenses, insurance n’ shit like that… if yer addin’ all that up, ya’ll know I’m broke. “Cheap” was all I could answer. “I’m drainin’ my accounts to do all this shit.”
Daddy laughed, “I can work with cheap. I got wood scraps in the buildin’ out back that’ll work… let’s get ya’ on the road, you can upgrade later if ya’ need too.” He was right.
It was early afternoon, and I decided to go get the van from the dealership, I was ready to go to work on that bitch. Beany could take me to get my pickup from the dealership later. I headed back over there to get my Sprinter. Taylor laughed when I showed up, the gray van was sitting up front shinin’ and ready to go. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to wait” he said with a grin as he threw me the keys. I drove off in my new van and started to drive back t’ Daddy’s to get to work, but decided to take a detour t’ show Beany instead. Day-um, that thing drove like a damn dream. It was newer n’ my pickup, and had a buncha’ bells and whistles. It’s a good thing it had a windshield or Ida’ had bugs in my teeth from smilin’ the whole trip. I drove up the long drive t’ BroMax Farm and all the way back to the greenhouse, then I tooted the horn. Beany came out of the building to see what was goin’ on. I jumped outta the driver’s seat to say ‘hey’ (the gravel drive got dust all over my clean van… crap).
“Damn Rusty, this thing is fire!” He said, when he saw it. I smiled cuz he weren’t wrong. That van was way nicer n’ my pickup, had every bell and whistle. It was older but had low miles and was obviously babied.
I tried to explain what I wanted to do to the back, while I was showin’ him the inside, Brody came out to see what was going on. “Day-um, that thing is cool.”
“Thanks, man. I’m prouda’ her.”
“y’all should be! Hey, I got yer business cards, ready to go to print. Now that you got the van, I can mock-up the truck wrap for ya’, and email the files to ya’ tonight so y’all can send em’ to Daddy’s guy” Brody said. He made this cool logo that had “Ray” with a little “2” after like “squared” (get it? Ray squared = RayRay), then he made it look like the answer to a math problem with ‘Ray 2’ on top of an equation and ‘Dry Cleaning Delivery’ under it. It was simple, different, and I aint seen nothin’ else like it out there; it was mine. Beany gave me shit sayin’ it looked like it said, ‘Ray Two’, but I kinda liked that too... either way, it made people do a double take and think about it, right?
I’d been workin’ on gettin’ this shit goin’ for like over a month, but that was the day it all became real t’ me. I had a business name, a logo, a van, licenses, paperwork, insurance… hail, I even had some customers lined-up. Most importantly, I had The Village. There’s no way in hail I coulda’ pulled this off without Brody, Zach, Max, Daddy, Taylor, Seth, and all the other guys… yeah, Beanie too but I figgered y’all knew that already.
After I showed off the biggest purchase of my life, I headed back to Daddy’s to get to work. It was a helluva lot easier than I thought it would be. The two racks screwed into the supports with no trouble. Daddy came back to check on me n’ showed me where the scrap wood was n’ I started measurin’ and cuttin’ to make the bins for the bags of dry cleanin’ that I’d pick up. I screwed em’ together and sanded ‘em down… I probably should painted ‘em before I installed ‘em, but I was too excited to wait for ‘em to dry. Before I knew it, Beany showed up to take me to get my pickup. I was so into it that I hated to leave the garage.
“Damn, you made some progress already.”
“I know. Right? It was a helluva a lot easier n’ I thought. I know exactly what I wanna do now” I said. Then I moved the van into the spot Daddy assigned me. Beany helped me clean up my mess, then we went to the dealership to get my truck.
“This is a big fuckin’ deal, Rusty” Beany said to me on the way over. “You’re a gutsy mother f’er.” That made me snicker.
“I don’t feel gutsy” I said, “My stomach is in freaking knots, and my brain is swimmin’ in crazy bullshit thoughts like what if I fail at this and they repo the van, or what if I fuck up or lose someone stuff and can’t afford to pay for it, or what if…”
“What if a gotdamn lightenin’ bolt hits our apartment buildin’ n’ we aint got a place to live n’ no one will rent to us… and…” he said in a crazy voice mockin’ me, then just started laughing at me. “Jesus Christ, yer worryin’ ‘bout shit that aint never gonna happen” he was shakin’ he head so hard his ballcap almost fell off. He slapped my thigh and said, “You just started a damn business, be prouda’ yerself, and enjoy it dude. You so got this.” He was right, I just laughed. He got me talkin’ about all the good parts of havin’ my own business, and about everything I had done already. He got me excited about everything again. When we got to the dealership Beany asked, “Where y’all wanna go for dinner? I’m buyin’.”
“Well day-um, y’all are puttin’ a crowbar in yer wallet? I guess this is a big deal” I laughed. “Can I take a raincheck on dinner? I wanna go back and work on the van some more, I don’t think I could eat anyway.”
Beany laughed, “Yeah, ya’ want some help?”
“Hail, yeah I do.” With that I got in my truck and headed back to Daddy’s with Beany followin’ behind me in Old Blue. We parked the trucks outside the big buildin’, next to a brand new Audi sittin’ there, prolly Taylor’s car of the month. The big garage door was open, so we walked in… yup, Taylor was workin’ on Sally.
“Evenin’ boys” Taylor yelled as he wiped his greasy hands on an old towel. “Here to get started on the van?”
“Hey, Tay. I started already, wanna see?” I asked as I walked to the back of the van and opened the double doors. Taylor was impressed… well, at least he acted like he was, and I was proud, and excited, and just happy as hail to talk to anyone who would listen. Well, he went back to work on Sally, n’ me n’ Beany went to work on the Sprinter. The tunes were blastin’, the beer was flowin’ and we were all makin’ progress. Taylor said goodbye about 8:00 and went home, he shut the big door when he left. Beany was ready to call it a night too, but I was too hyped up to eat or sleep so I kept workin’ and he stayed with me. I lay on the creeper and pushed myself under the van tryin’ to secure one of the bins that I built with a coupla’ bolts in the floor. My legs were stickin’ out the side. I was sweatin’ my balls off tryin’ to get ever’thing nice n’ tight when I felt somethin’ pullin’ at my belt buckle, then the button of my jeans, then my fly. “What the hail?” I yelled from under the van.
“Shut up n’ enjoy it” Beany shot back. His voice was muffled by the giant delivery van on top of me as he wriggled my jeans over my hips. I stretched my legs so he could get ‘em down to my ankles, then I put my feet back on the ground and my knees up n’ kept ratchetin’. Beany wiggled his way around my jeans and back to my hardenin’ axel. I was workin’ on the bolts above me, my privates all hanging out for anyone walkin’ in to see. It was cold in there, that just made the heat from Beany’s tongue hotter. He licked my from my low-hangin’ airbag to the tip of my gear shift… gotday-um, that boy was sucking me off right there in the garage where Daddy, Taylor, and The Villagers came to work on their cars. I was on a mission to finish the work on the van so I could send it off to get wrapped on Monday, so I kept on ratchetin’… and Beany kept on lickin’. He took my shaft in his mouth and started moving up and down. The feelin’ of his tongue flicking out to lick me had my dick pulsatin’ like a set of hazard lights flashin’ in the darkness. I was hard as a rock, but I kept workin’. Meanwhile, Beany didn’t seem t’ give two Kentucky fucks about what I was doin’, he kept goin’ t’ town on me like a country boy on a Friday night lookin’ to two-step.
Seriously, y’all. I was doin’ my best to concentrate on the job at hand, but the job Beany was doin’ on my crankshaft finally got my full attention. The ratchet made a loud clangin’ noise as it hit the cee-ment floor, my greasy hands found Beany’s head and held him down tight, and my hips started buckin’ like a bronco in heat as I face-fucked my boyfriend (yeah, I was callin’ him that now). I could feel Beany’s nails grab my ass and dig in, he was moanin’, n’ sputterin’ like a radiator about to explode. I was pumpin’ like crazy; I even smacked my head on the bottom of the van once I was so into it. Then with a loud moan and a grunt I shot my load down his throat. I had his nose smashed into my red pubes as I was pumpin’ into him like windshield fluid on a dry country road. Beany swallowed and licked like a madman tryin’ a get it all and clean me up.
I rolled myself out from underneath with the creeper, then sat up with my junk still hard and out in the open for the world to see. “Gotdamn, Beany. Where the hail did that come from?”
“Well, I told you I wanted to celebrate… and you wouldn’t go out to dinner, so…” He said as he wiped my cum off his lips. N’ before I could even tell ‘em I owed him one, I heard clappin’ then looked over by the side door on the other side of the garage to see Taylor and Noah. They must’ve snuck in while we were goin at it… my junk was still hangin’ out, so I scrambled to pull up my jeans.
Taylor shouted from the far end a’ the garage, He was holdin’ up some bags of fast food. “We brought you some dinner, but… um…”
“It looks like Maverick already ate” Noah said finishing Taylor’s thought. My face was redder n’ my grandmaw’s prize winnin’ beet.
To be continued…
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