Half an hour there, half an hour back. He needed booze. Friday night, minus 30 outside. Sure he’d dress for the walk to the liquor store, but he would need to stop somewhere to warm up half way there. Being so late there was of course, not a place in sight. Through the lane of machine shops, impound yards. He could just huddle under a tree if he had to.
On his way he came across a semi-truck parked in the lane that ran behind his house. That was unusual. Most big rigs park near gas stations at least. The trucker was checking his load of pipes, cinching them down. He got a nod from the trucker. Friendly guy he thought. And why, he had no idea. So. The walk back. He was nearly unable to hold onto the bag containing the two six packs of strong beer he bought. His hands were numb. Looking down to shield his face from the wind, he walked close to the flat bed of the truck, which was still there, to block more wind. Suddenly.
“Hey bud!” came a yell from the trucker hanging out the door of the cab. “Warm in here..if you need to warm up.”
Oh heck. He had no time for second thoughts in this cold. He walked back to the cab and hopped in. “Thanks. You don’t know how I appreciate this.”
The trucker smiled. “You could show me…” came another reply.
His heart raced with concern at the remark. “If I could have one of those beers.”
With relief he pulled out a six-pack and took one off, giving it to the trucker. “These rigs can idle all night. Keeps warm enough to stay awhile. He was a bigger man than him. Not enormously so. That did not give him cause for alarm. That he may be some crazy fool was the concern. “It’s okay,â€? the trucker said. “You look worried. I am not a maniac.” He looked the trucker in the eye. “Just thought I’d be nice,â€? the trucker said. Then he did something, forward? Patted him on the thigh. He was burning up in the heat of the cab with his layers of clothes. “Let’s go in the sleeper. More leg room.” The trucker removed all but his t-shirt and jeans, sitting on the sleeper bed in his stocking feet. “You live around here?”
He had already downed a beer and was feeling relaxed. But not relaxed enough to tell this stranger exactly where he lived. “About a mile up the lane.”
The trucker gave a husky laugh. “Too cold to go chasing some ass you know.” Ass. Was this man after HIS ass?
“Well, ass is where you find it.” he replied. “Yes. So get your ass relaxed and take some of those clothes off.”
That sounded like a pass. Was he gay? The trucker. Was he gay himself. No. But he got a good look at the trucker’s ass when he was checking his load. Did he ever think of taking a guy’s ass? Yes. “I’ll take another of those cold ones.” The trucker reached out for one. The remaining beer he had placed between his legs. So the trucker brushed against his crotch as he took another beer.
“Hey,” he replied, “I might just get that ass you were speaking off.” The trucker then had a wide eyed look. “I’m not gay sir.”
“Neither am I.”
Published April 2007 - public newsforum - Author: ruff boy
