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Ahead of His Time by Rick Beck Part Two - Welcome to the Jungle Chapter Twelve "Coming Clean" Back to Chapter Eleven "Red Kenworth" On to Chapter Thirteen "Going to Los Angeles" Chapter Index Rick Beck Home Page  Click on the picture for a larger view Teen & Young Adult This Chapter Rated Explicit Adventure Proudly presented by The Tarheel Writer - On the Web since 24 February 2003. Celebrating 21 Years on the Internet! Tarheel Home Page |
As the big red Kenworth made its way south on Interstate 5, the two men inside had reached a point where the talk turned serious.
"I had a partner for a while a couple of years ago. He couldn't deal with me being away all the time. He wanted me to be where he could get his hands on me. I liked driving a truck more than I liked him, I guess. We weren't going to make it," Andy said. "One day I went home and he'd moved out. I know, that's my sad tale of woe."
"My boyfriend just married his girlfriend," I said in response.
"Ouch!" Andy said. "He picked a girl over someone as hot as you. Your boyfriend is obviously a loser."
"My former boyfriend has a wife and I stood up for him. When I left the church, I stuck out my thumb and here I am."
"I'm sorry,' Andy said. "That has to hurt."
"Oh, I've worked through it for the past few weeks. That's when I decided to leave Eagle Point," I explained. "After I stood up for the man I loved."
"Small towns aren't big enough to give you room to avoid each other."
"He was my next door neighbor," I said.
"Double ouch. You knew him for a while?"
"Twelve years. I fell in love with him the day I entered third grade. I just moved there with my mother. She married Stanley. He lived there and I went into third grade and Kerry offered to show me around. We didn't do anything but hold hands until we were fifteen. That's when loved bloomed for us."
"Why was he getting married if you two were an item."
"'One of us needs to be seen with a girl, so people won't talk,' was what he told me when he started dating Jenny. I didn't need to ask which one of us. I wasn't interested in girls," I said. "They dated on and off. I kept thinking he really did want to be with me, and his thing for Jenny would pass, but I was wrong."
"You're young. You're good looking. You won't have any difficulty finding people who want to get with you," Andy said, giving me his biggest smile.
"If my heart didn't hurt so much, I might be able to see that for myself. I won't get over Kerry for a while. Leaving was the first step. I can't see him without getting angry, and I don't want to spend a lot of my time being angry."
"I got strong arms and big shoulders. I'll let you use them if you need them. Catch is, it'll be later tonight before I stop again to fuel. I still have a long way to go before I sleep."
I looked at Andy. He was a bit bigger than I was. He moved easy like he'd made those moves a million times before. He eased in and out of traffic as we passed one small town after another until we got to Redding.
"I fuel here. We have an account. I can make it to San Luis Obispo and back without needing to stop for fuel again.
Andy pumped his own diesel. I saw the squeegee and I stood on the bumper to clean the windshield. He was filling his second tank by the time I used some paper towels to make his windshield squeaky clean.
"Come on. There's a bathroom and we can get some snacks. There won't be a place to eat where I park to sleep. Tomorrow night we'll park at the warehouse where I deliver on Friday morning. We've got most of the miles behind us when I pull over for the night. Tomorrow is my easy day. I'll be where I'm going in six or seven hours. I can take my time and have a sit down meal and lots of sleep."
We spent less than a half hour at the fuel stop and we left with cold soda, two meatball subs, and chips and nuts. There was a microwave for the sandwiches and a fridge to keep everything cold until we got hungry.
The truck had all the comforts of home.
We drove south for several more hours. After using Andy's gear to heat the meatball sandwiches, we ate and drank as the truck moved into the night. Andy knew a place close to the highway where we finally parked for the night. He sat silent letting the truck's engine run for a while after he parked.
"You can get into the bunk if you like. I'll be back in a few minutes. I'm letting the engine cool down before I shut her down."
I did get out of my clothes and climbed into the narrow bunk. There wasn't too much room for two, so that meant sleeping close. I needed to be close to someone on the night Kerry got married. I wasn't horny. I wasn't in need of a roll in the hay, but I need to be close to someone, and Andy suited me just fine.
He turned on the inside lights for a few minutes while he marked up his log. Once he put that away, he stripped out of his clothes, kicked off his cowboy boots, jeans and shirt and joined me in the bunk.
Once he had his arms around me, there was plenty of room. I leaned my face against his firm chest and I began to cry. I didn't know I was going to cry when I finally let my guard down, but it all came out.
"You're okay. You're safe. You're with me, Josh, and I got big shoulders."
I stopped crying and I enjoyed the comfort of his arms. I couldn't imagine my good luck to catch a ride with someone like Andy. We had time to be together over the next few days, but the first night was about me putting it all behind me.
How he got out of the bunk without waking me up, I can't say, but I woke up with the truck moving. I went back to sleep. I woke to the smell of coffee, and the coffee pot wasn't far from my head. I climbed into the passenger seat and began to dress as he negotiated light traffic near another small town. The shiny Kenworth continued its trek south.
"Sleep well?" he asked.
"Yes, I did. It was glorious. Thank you for understanding where I was. I needed someone's arms last night. I feel better today."
"There are homemade sausage biscuits in the bottom of the fridge. Pop two in the microwave for two minutes. There are cups for the coffee in a canister next to the coffee pot. I set it up for the next day, the first time I stop. Sometimes I need a second pot on the long days. It's better than going without."
The coffee wasn't bad at all. This wasn't bad at all. I wondered how long haul truckers survived being on the road all the time. Andy had a good amount of food in the fridge and ways to prepare it to keep him moving forward. We spent very little time off the highway, and when we did leave the highway, there were always a few things to do to stay stocked up and ready for a day in motion.
I'd made up my mind that the one thing I wanted to do was go to Los Angeles. As nice as Andy was, I didn't want to get attached to anyone this fast. I didn't know I wanted to be attached to someone at all, not for a while. I needed time to clear Kerry out of my life.
I was sure he expected me to be there when his need for a man would grow stronger. I wouldn't be there and it might take a while for word to get around, I left town the day of Kerry's wedding. I had no urge to see Kerry, but if he was close enough for me to get to, one day I'd weaken and the urge would be there.
If I stayed in Eagle Point and worked at Mr Winter's store, Kerry would stop by one day, and I'd never be able to refuse his charm and the body I knew better than any other body around. Kerry would have the upper hand, and I might never escape the hold he had on me. If I was going to move on, I had to leave town.
"Andy, I'm running and I don't know where I'm going. Los Angeles sounds good to me right now. Eagle Point is small and Los Angeles is very big. It sounds good to me. There is one place in Los Angeles I want to go, and that's the hotel where Eddie Murphy sent room service to Rosewood and Taggart to distract them while Eddie slipped away. I want to see that hotel."
"Beverly Hills Cop. Good movie. I have no idea what hotel they parked in front of. I do remember the cops getting room service. Was that funny, or what?"
"Rosewood was the cute cop," I said, as Andy looked my way, checked both mirrors and looked out far ahead of the swiftly moving Kenworth.
"I'll give you a card that tells you how to get in touch with me while I'm on the road. If you get in a spot or simply want to get back together, you can let me know where to pick you up."
"That's nice, Andy. Gives me more confidence to do what I need to do. You are offering me an option I didn't have before. I have no idea where I might want to go once I see that hotel. You do know I'd stay with you if I hadn't just given up Kerry. It's too soon to think of being with anyone right now."
"I know, and I won't try to take advantage of you, Josh, but keeping my hands off you won't be easy. I'll manage though."
"I'm heart sick, not dead. Having hands on me is definitely somewhere I want to go before I leave you. I'll know what I'm leaving, once I go."
Andy smiled.
I felt totally free on my second day away from Eagle Point. The weight I carried for so many weeks was greatly reduced. There was the hope I'd survive.
I watched Andy's steady hands on the big steering wheel. He was careful and never got too close to a car in front of us. If we approached someone moving at a slower speed, Andy guided the truck into the left lane far in advance of the slower car. Checking his mirrors after the pass, he glided back into the right lane.
Andy didn't stay in the left lane, because other trucks came by moving five or ten miles an hour faster than we moved. He didn't want to hold up trucks moving faster, and there were mostly trucks on the road as we moved deeper into California.
I watched this ballet of motion with a keen interest for how it was done. I realized how big the truck was. It was far larger than any vehicle I'd been in. Andy made driving it look easy as pie. He was a good driver. I felt safe with him.
Handling that size vehicle so deftly was impressive. In the hundreds of miles we'd traveled, I never felt like we got too close to another vehicle. This detail had me as relaxed as I got while in a moving vehicle.
Moving was nice. Putting distance between me and Eagle Point was good. My heart still ached for Kerry, but distancing myself from Kerry helped.
About two in the afternoon on the second day with Andy, we saw our first San Luis Obispo road sign. It was less than two hundred miles and we'd passed exits for Sacramento over an hour before.
Once they took the cutoff to the warehouse where Andy would deliver the next morning, we were soon pulling over into a big parking lot next to a line of stores and several restaurants.
"You hungry?" Andy asked. "That's the best seafood restaurant on the West Coast. Their fried clams are to die for."
"Yes, I'm hungry. That sausage biscuit wore off hours ago."
"I haven't stopped since we started this morning. I like getting here by four. I have a nice relaxing dinner, and wander around the stores for a while to wind down, before driving to the warehouse where I'll unloading in the morning. Today, if you're up for it, instead of wandering, I'd like to get to know you better."
"Would this include some downtime in your bunk? I mean, I hope that means spending some time together in your bunk."
"Glad you are thinking the same way I'm thinking. What you just said, that would be my plan."
Dinner was everything Andy said it would be. I wasn't all that hungry, but I couldn't stop eating clams and French fries. I got a small salad and nibbled at the veggies that were fresh and crunchy. Looking at this smiling good looking guy sitting across from me, I felt secure and safe with Andy.
When I tried to pay for the very tasty meal, Andy stopped me, having a credit card in his hand to give to the cashier.
"You're going to need your money. I'm fine. I can afford to treat you."
No, I didn't feel obligated to go to bed with Andy. I wanted to go to bed with Andy early on the first day we were together. The idea of having sex with someone not named Kane was enchanting.
Andy was the guy and I was ready to escape the hold the Kanes had on me for years. There were no regrets for being as intimate with the Kanes as I was, because I'd loved every minute of it. I mourned the loss of numerous relationships I had with the Kanes, but it was time to expand my horizons.
I stripped in the passenger seat, folding my clothes before climbing into the bunk. I watched Andy watch me undress, and then I watched him undress from the bunk where I lay. It was almost dark but I could see plenty.
As Andy moved from the driver's seat into the bunk, I held my arms open for him. He slipped up against me, wrapping his arms around me, while my arms were stretched around him. He was smooth, warm, and wonderful.
His lips and mine formed a perfect lovely lip lock that ignited both of us right away. Our hands stayed busy while our lips did what lips do. He was strong, gentle, and passionate, and it didn't take long for our mutual stroking to get an unexpectedly quick result.
After kissing for a long time, we were both excited enough to begin another round of love making. While we did a sixty-nine, it was another quicker than desired conclusion. As soon as I began cumming into his throat, he almost immediately got off in mine. It was like my climax set him off. It was wonderful.
I liked anal best of all and Andy was no slacker when it came to screwing. After licking, kissing, and feeling the most sensitive spot, Andy slowly slipped his fat cock head past the ring of resistance that held him out for a few minutes. He didn't want to cause me any pain, but he entered me so slow I was dizzy with the desire to get him as deep in me as possible.
His long gentle thrusts lit my fire and I joined his enthusiasm for the art we practiced. In a few minutes we were moving together in a luscious mingling that had me feeling like part of the boy who made love to me.
This was no passing fancy, Andy lasted for a long time, and once he was done, he moved his lips down to my stomach and onto my stiff aching dick. By the time Andy went down on me, I was as hot as I'd ever been. He consumed me and being part of him was part of me since we reached his bunk. He sucked and tickled and used a digit on my sensitive hole. He sucked my balls, my dick, and for a while he went back to getting totally lost in our kissing, but as I was craving relief, he once again worked his way down my shaft and I thrust until I was lodged into his throat. I knew this time would be when I followed him into bliss. Without ever coming off me, I began cumming and the cum ran and pumped and gushed out of me like some mighty river flow. I was lost on his ability to give me what for, and then, give it to me again.
I went further than I'd ever gone before, losing my mind in the love he lavished on me. I don't remember ever having a climax, or several climaxes like Andy took me to that night. I'd started with Andy in his bunk, and I ended up with Andy and me floating among the stars as we lost ourselves in each other's love.
Andy was good for me. He was very good, and I loved every minute of it.
When I started to regain some connection to the Kenworth truck, Andy tangled his fingers in mine. He raised our hands to kiss each of my fingers. Then, he kissed the back of my hand.
"I have never felt like this before," Andy said sounding out of breath. "I've had sex with a hundred guys. I've never felt like this. I've never even loved Gene, the man I was with. This is like being born, Josh. Now, I know what it was like for men who discovered new worlds. You've got to be the best that's ever been. I'm going to hate it when you leave me."
"You've taken me places where I've never been before, Andy. It is so real and I feel so alive. I can't explain what I feel, but it's that overwhelming."
"Shh!" he said, pulling my face down to his and the kiss was delicious and it lasted and lasted. My body melted into Andy's and the kiss went on, and we became one being. I was sure I could fall in love with Andy, and I knew better.
He whispered, "It's a lot like being in love."
"It's the company I'm keeping," I said, kissing his chest, his neck, his chin. He giggled like a little boy.
"It tickles," he said.
"Do I need to shave?"
"No, but I do, and I should, but I don't."
"You do shave?"
"No, I don't. I'm part Cree. I hardly have any hair except on my head and around my dick. My father never shaved," Andy explained.
"Your people occupy far more of the history concerning this country than my people do. I think I'm English and Irish. You are connected in ways I'm not and can never be. You're something, you know. That guy who left you, he's crazy. Usually when a guy looks as nice as you look, he's disappointing when you get down to brass tacks. You get better and better. I could really learn to like you," Andy said.
"I wish I'd gotten this out of my system before we met. I really like you. You are the kind of man I could fall in love with, Andy. You've treated me like I'm special. I needed that. I loved this time we shared. It's what I needed to make me feel better about myself. You're good medicine."
"That's me, chicken soup for the broken hearted."
"Not a broken heart, but badly bruised."
"I'll need to drive down to the warehouse. I want to be there when they open in the morning. That way I'll be the first truck they unload."
Andy pulled on his jeans and got into his boots to drive the ten minutes to a gigantic warehouse. He got out to open his rear doors before backing up to one of the dozen docks at the back of the building.
Once he kicked off his boots and took off his jeans, he eased back into the bunk and into my arms.
It was early when Andy climbed out of the bunk and went into the warehouse. An hour later he was back in the truck. He pulled his truck forward, went back to close the doors, and he was ready to drive back north.
He knew I was going south, as soon as he got back to the highway that went to Los Angeles. He pulled over at a restaurant and got me up. We went in for coffee and for breakfast.
"Everything go smoothly?" I asked.
"Like clock work," he said. "Look, I know where you want to go. I don't want you to leave me. I want you to stay on my truck, Josh."
"As much as you've helped me, Andy. I can't stay with you. I can't go back to where I came from. I can't pass Eagle Point and not one day tell you to stop, and when I got out of your truck, I'd go to find Kerry Kane. I can't risk it. As much as I'd like to stay, I can't risk it. I'm not that strong."
"I know," he said, and we ate in silence.
I could see that he accepted what I told him and I could see he wished it was different, but it wasn't different. I was still leaving Kerry behind, and I'd leave Andy behind, but I had his card and maybe, one day, well, maybe one day ...
He stopped before crossing Highway 101.
"I want you to call. Let me know how you're doing. I'm home every other Sunday, and the recorder is on while I'm on the road. I want to hear your voice."
"I'll call. I'll get this out of my system, and I'll call," I promised.
He came out of the truck once I climbed down to walk down to the southbound lanes of the highway. He put his arms around me and we kissed one last kiss. He held me and pushed me to arm's length, and he looked at my face.
"I'll miss you," he said. "You stay safe, you here? Call me."
I leaned into him and kissed him. I felt him shaking.
"I wish I didn't need to go," I said.
I let go of Andy. I walked to the ramp and I began going south.
A minute later, I heard the Kenworth start, and as I walked I listened to it drive away, until I didn't hear it any longer. I was alone again.
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