I was travelling in a truck with Marty who was giving me a ride to Dallas. Marty’s truck broke down late in the afternoon about seven hundred miles from our destination. My journey with him thus far had been extremely pleasant. He was a chatty old guy who regaled me with trucking stories during our entire drive. After a lengthy discussion on his phone, he informed me that a breakdown was on the way but would only be arriving in four to six hours. We would’ve spent the night at a truck stop about one hundred and fifty miles ahead, so it really wasn’t a big deal. A short while later another truck pulled up behind us. The man that got out was an old buddy of Marty’s, named Guthrie.
Guthrie must have been somewhere in his thirties and crudely sexy. He was intimidatingly large and had a beard of epic proportions. After introductions, Marty informed him of our situation. Guthrie was also on the way to Dallas, so Marty suggested I accompany Guthrie if he didn’t mind. Guthrie was not exactly exuding friendliness but said that it would be okay with him. Ten minutes later, I was seated next to him as we got underway. When asked, I told him I was on a three-week break from college and had decided to visit a school friend in Dallas. Having never hiked before, I had elected to do so as part of my overall adventure.
My story complete, he mentioned that we would be staying over at the truck stop that Marty had spoken about. When I asked him if there was any accommodation at this stop he informed me that there wasn’t, before adding that we would work something out once there. There was quite a hum in the truck and the t-shirt Guthrie was wearing looked like it needed a good wash. There were large damp patches under his arms. With a laugh he apologized for the stink, adding that where hygiene was concerned, he got a bit lazy on his trips. Hoping to save him embarrassment, I just shrugged and said that it didn’t bother me at all.
Shortly, we arrived at the truck stop and decided to stretch our legs with a walk to the convenience store/diner for a cold drink. As we exited the store Guthrie needed to use the restroom and proceeded in that direction. After glugging my drink down hastily I also meandered over to the toilets to relieve myself. Upon entering there were three stalls to the left, two of which were occupied, and a urinal to the right. Hating urinals I occupied the third stall. As I entered I heard strange noises from the adjoining stall. There was a huge hole in the wall, and with curiosity getting the better of me I peeked through the opening.
With arms extended above his head Guthrie’s huge frame was hanging off the far wall, as he manically thrust his hips into what I could only surmise was another hole. I watched entranced as his hairy arse twitched excitedly. After a while, his head flew back as he began grunting loudly. I quickly exited the stall and decided to use the urinal after all. During my piss, a young redneck passed by me before exiting the restroom. Once I was done, I also departed and stood outside. After Guthrie walked out of the ablution block we made our way back to the truck.
He then showed me his accommodation in the truck, after drawing back a curtain behind the front seats. There was a small area filled mostly by a double bed, and this is where he slept to save money on his trips. The one bedside table in this space was actually a small refrigerator. I still had not asked where I would be sleeping and presumed it would be in the front seats of the truck. At seven, I offered to pay for his dinner as a thank you gesture. He was rather impressed by my offer, and after we again entered the diner we were soon enjoying a very good cheese burger with fries. His table manners were appalling, but not out of place in this establishment.
Back in the truck, we sat on his bed enjoying beers which he supplied from his bar fridge. Not long after he said that we should ‘hit the hay,’ because he wanted to get going early the next day. Not sure about the sleeping arrangements, I must have looked like a recruit awaiting instructions. With a smile, he told me to strip and get into bed.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes, you can’t sleep on the front seats, they’re fucking uncomfortable!” he replied. Both wearing underpants we were soon in bed. His underpants were even more soiled than his dirty T-shirt, and the bedding had a very well used odour.
Facing me, with his head propped up on his arm he asked, “Are we going to do this the easy or hard way?” Observing my puzzled expression Guthrie continued, “Dinner was great, but I only consider that a deposit... now I want payment in full.”
“Sorry?” I asked.
“With a pretty boy like you in my bed, well, a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do,” he replied.
“But, I’m not gay,” I answered, lying to him. Guthrie wasn’t generally my type.
“Mmmm, neither am I. But a fuck’s a fuck, and that’s exactly what we’re going to do right now.” I was about to jump up when his massive hand pinned me down. “Listen, boy, if you want to do this the hard way, I’m all in. You’re going to get fucked… and that’s that!” he stated matter-of-factly.