Chapter 2: The First Two Days
*** JOHN -- On The Road ***
They say that leaving your hometown is one of the hardest things that you can ever do. That is a sentiment that I can relate to heavily as I put my last piece of luggage into the backseat of my 1994 Mercedes-Benz S500.
"Are you sure you don't need a co-pilot, son?" my father asks as he and my mother stand side by side, teary eyed and watching me leave.
I shake my head. "Nah, Dad," I say as I pull him in for a hug. "But thank you," I say, in my heart I am thanking him for everything, but don't quite want to say it out loud. My father pats me on the shoulder after I pull out of the hug and turn to do that same to my mother.
"Don't get into any trouble down there," she says and then whispers. "Maybe some trouble is okay, but nothing you can't get out of."
I pull away from her and smile at the two of them. "I guess I better hit the road," I say as I take one last look (until Thanksgiving) at my family. It's not the entire family, my three older brothers and my two older sisters are nowhere to be seen; I am the youngest in the family after all.
"Good luck, son," my Dad says as I climb into the driver's seat, give them a nod and pull out of the drive way, making my way for the highway and the two day trip to South Desert Tech.
It's the longest car trip I've ever taken alone, but the road is supposed to be safe, and as a graduation present, my father fixed my car up and installed some modern safety features, so the only thing I have to be nervous about is what exactly my first week at college is going to be like. I know that I will surely spend a lot of it at basketball practice; I am on a sports scholarship after all, but the scholarship was boosted by my high grade point average.
As much as I love basketball, I love playing the game and I love the sense of community you get from being on a team more. I don't want to be defined by a career in basketball. I am not interested in joining the NBA or anything like that, my older brother recently got drafted into the NBA and that's his thing. The only trouble is, though I know I want to do something academic, I have no actual idea what. I guess with this two-day long car trip, I'm gonna have a lot of time to think about everything.
It's hard to believe that last night I was banging Mike's aunt and now I'm driving along a highway, watching the greenery of the suburbs turn into the yellow, desert sand. The city fades out of view and I look up, seeing a plane flying overhead going north; I wonder if that's the same plane that Alex and Paul are taking together. It dawns on me that at some point, I'm going to have to apologize to her, and I am probably also going to have to come clean to Mike about what happened; he is my best friend after all and it's not healthy to keep secrets.
I am thinking about this as I pull into an abandoned truck stop. It's not literally abandoned, but because I chose to take a more scenic route that goes through a small town so that I can stay the night somewhere, it's a truck stop that clearly only gets one or two customers a day. I stand and watch the machine as it tells me how much fuel I'm putting into my car until finally it's full.
I don't bother to lock my car as there isn't another car for miles, so I don't feel like someone is about to break into my car and steal my stuff any time soon.
"Just the gas?" an attendant asks as he stands up straight behind the counter. I'm clearly the first customer he's had in a while.
I grab an energy bar and place it on the counter. "I'll take one of these too," I say as I take my card from my wallet and tap it against the EFTPOS machine.
"Have a blessed day," the clerk says as I grab my bar and walk back out of the truck stop, heading right to my car and getting in.
I breathe out, preparing for the rest of my trip.
"Just wait one minute before you leave," a voice says from the side of me.
I turn in shock to see a blonde-haired woman with a drop dead gorgeous face and a very trashy sense of style crouching on the floor of the back seat of my car. "What the fuck?" I exclaim loudly.
"Just wait a darn minute," she says, speaking with a southern drawl and a voice that I can't help but be turned on by. "Just let those cop cars pass us by."
A group of police cruisers drive right past the truck stop in hot pursuit of someone and one of them pulls into the stop with us. "Are they after you?" I ask.
She just smiles. "Don't worry about it, just stay calm," she soothes as I watch one of the cops get out of the cruiser and head into the truck stop while another one gets out of his car and approaches my window.
I wind it down. "Good afternoon officer," I say with a false smile.
He looks down at me. "You see a blonde-haired woman come through here, kid?"
I give him a look like I don't know what he's talking about. "No sir," I lie, wondering if he can see the woman in the back seat or if she's smart enough to have used my bed sheets and pillows to hide herself.
"Damn, then you missed out," he says with a laugh. "She's got a spankable ass and a perfect rack," he says with a grin. "Not to mention that mouth."
"Talking about Joy?" the other cop calls out as he heads toward us, gripping a bag full of candy bars and soft drinks.
"Talking about that big mouth of hers," the cop at my window says.
"What I wouldn't give to shut that bitch up with my hog," the guy with the food says.
The cop at my window looks down at me. "Well, if you see her fine ass around here, be sure to let us know. She's gone ahead and taken something that don't belong to her," he says before patting my car and walking to his cruiser.
I watch them get inside and drive away, making sure they're gone before I dare look in the backseat at the woman I assume to be Joy.
"Thanks for that sugar," she says as she pushes my pillows off herself and climbs into the front seat, giving me a great view of that spankable ass the cop mentioned, and a thong poking out of her daisy dukes.
"What did I just help you get away with?" I ask as she sits herself upright in my passenger seat.
She adjusts my review mirror and looks at herself in it, admiring her hair, done up in a top but with a blonde mess that goes down to her shoulders. She's not wearing much besides the thong and daisy dukes except a short singlet with an American flag over it that shows off her navel, and you can clearly see she's wearing an American flag themed bikini underneath.
"Think you could be a darling and drive me into town?" she asks as she turns to me with a big smile. It's true what they said about her mouth; all I can think about is putting my ten inch cock between those lips.
"You didn't hurt anyone, did you?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "All I did was mess with them. Around here, pulling pranks on police is the only thing we can do to entertain ourselves," she explains.
I think about this for a moment. This is exactly the trouble my mother probably wouldn't want me to get into, yet, on the other hand, I have spent the last four years of my life having no life. Is this fates way of giving me a chance to catch up on lost time?
"How about this," she says. "I was gonna give y'all a blowjob on the drive over and if I like what I suck, I was gonna let y'all fuck my brains out in my trailer until my dumb-ass husband and his brother get home."
A blowjob and potential sex is all I need to say yes. "Then what the hell are we waiting for?" I laugh as I turn the ignition and pull the car into gear. "Let's go."
As stupid as it all sounds, I hadn't expected that dedicating every waking moment to working on my body and mind would make me irresistible to the ladies. It sounds obvious, but when I was doing these things, I wasn't thinking about the potential bonuses; all I was thinking about was being the best in both categories. But I have to say, the fact that women are throwing themselves at me when I have all the time in the world to enjoy it is a good benefit..
"Let's get that pecker out," Joy says as she undoes my fly and yanks my cock out of my underwear. "God damn boy, that is one big dong!" she lets out the moment it comes into view. It's already hard from just the thought of what is about to come. "I guess it is true what they say about black guys."
"Am I your first?" I ask as I keep one hand on the wheel and place another in her top bun, gripping it like a handle.
"Of course you ain't, you're my second, and you both have had huge cocks!" she explains.
"I've seen some other guys' cocks in the locker room, they ain't all like this." I laugh as she grips my cock and jerks it into her lips.
"Maybe I'm just lucky," she says as she runs her wet tongue along the shaft of my cock, licking it from tip to base and then base to tip.
"Sure," I say sarcastically as I push her head down a little so that she takes my cock head into her giant mouth. "You're the lucky one." I laugh, hard to believe a sex bomb like this would consider herself lucky to be with me.
"Young man, I don't know if I'm gonna be able to fit this whole thing in my mouth," she admits. "But I can damn well try," she continues.
And try she does. I nearly lose control of the wheel from pleasure as she slides her thick lips down my shaft. "Uh..." I let out; her bottom lip is a little thicker and it rubs gently against my thick dick.
Her tongue glides down with it. I can't help but constantly look down at her mess of blonde hair. She's looking up at me and I wonder if she is scared to see my eyes making contact with hers rather than with the road. But something tells me this woman doesn't get scared of much.
Her bottom lip reaches the base of my cock; her plan to deep throat me is a complete success and it doesn't seem like it's much of a challenge for her like she said it might. As slowly as she slid down is as slowly as she slides up, bringing my cock completely out of her mouth and kissing the tip. "Mmm..." she moans. "Guess I'm better at taking big dick than I remember," she says.
"You're gonna make me crash this car," I say to her.
"Then pull this son of a bitch over and show me what for," she says, taking my cock back into her mouth, deep throating me again but this time sliding down at three times the speed.
I pull the car off the side of the desert road. We're in the middle of nowhere and I am hoping that the cops aren't planning on doubling back any time soon. I turn the car off and place both hands on the back of her head, gripping her skull like a basketball and bouncing her mouth on my rod.
