I was hanging out at one of those convenience store restaurants a few weeks ago and somebody left a newspaper at one of the booths. An ad caught my eye about truck driving school and it started me thinking about my future. I'm always looking for a better paying job but sometimes it seems impossible to get from here to there. When I looked out the window a tanker truck pulled into the parking lot and I saw the driver get out of the cab and start unloading gasoline into the station's underground storage tanks. It wasn't hard work and definitely more promising than the shit hole restaurant where I was currently working.
I'm not a very big guy at just over five feet tall, but I'm solid muscle and have a nice 7" cock with big fat nuts. I know I would never get hired for some jobs but truck driving - hell yeah. I pulled out my phone and called the school right there at the gas station. Three weeks later I'm driving my pickup across eastern Oklahoma looking for Drumright and a chance to start something new.
I picked this driving school because they had a dormitory that was affordable and because I had been in the Army, the GI Bill was paying the tuition. There's no way I could pay for a hotel for 3 months so the dorm was my only option. The dorm was an old motel next to the school that had seen better days, but it looked clean enough and it was only for three months. The new semester started the next day and they only had one spot left in a shared room.
I went to the school office and an older lady gave me a key to my room and told me to knock before I went in. She said some of the students are jumpy the first time they meet their roommate so it is better not to surprise them. She also told me that the other guy in my room had already checked in and knew I was coming.
Walking to the room I saw some fat broads with big hair and weathered middle aged guys that looked like they were fresh out of Big Mac (McAlester state prison). It's only for three months I kept telling myself. Shit, I've lived in my pickup truck for three months, how bad could this be.
I was assigned to Room 212 which was at the end of the second floor overlooking the parking lot where all the big trucks were parked. I looked out the window at the end of the hall before I knocked on the door and remembered the purpose of all this - learning to drive a truck. I banged on the door and waited a couple of minutes, nothing. No noise, no TV, totally quiet. I banged again, this time with the bottom of my fist and it was loud enough anybody would hear it. I heard footsteps and the door opened.
"You the roommate?", he said. I looked up and almost wet my pants. He was at least 6'6" tall and had to weigh in at 240. Muscles popping out of his shirt, full beard, eyes like steel.
"Uh, yeah", I said weakly, "My name is Mark Miller". He stretched out his big hairy paw and grabbed my hand, "Rick Harden", he said. He crunched down on my hand and I had to grip with all I had to keep from wincing. He looked me over and I felt like a toy poodle who had just peed on the floor; fucking great first impression.
He turned and went back into the room. I walked in and dropped my bag. The room was small as hell with one double bed against a wall, two straight backed chairs and a little round table between them. "Is there another bed somewhere?", I asked.
"One bed", he answered, "I already asked. Betty said this was the last room they had available and was usually for married couples".
Fuck, so I'm going to be thrown on the floor every time this grizzly bear turns over. "You gotta be shitting me", I said.
"That's what we got, not much reason to bitch about it," he said looking directly at me. His eyes were like lasers, I knew not to raise a stink, there was nothing he or anyone else could do about it.
I could tell he had already processed the situation and was trying to make the best of it. I shook my head and walked to the closet. His stuff was on one side, but he left room in the closet for me so at least that said something.
While I was putting my stuff away he spoke up, "So, you hungry? - there's a Diner next door that has pretty good food".
"Yeah, sure," I said. I went in the bathroom and took a piss. I left the door open just to let him know I wasn't bashful.
We shot the shit over dinner, he had just broken up with his girlfriend - his fault, he said. "She caught me fucking the woman watching her four year old brat," he said. I asked if he had any kids and the answer was no. He didn't have any plans for driving after school; he was just hoping for something long haul. I told him I was wanting long haul driving also.
We finished dinner and headed back to the room. Rick didn't take shit off anybody, that much was clear - but he seemed to take things in stride also. Like the double bed in our room, 'that's what we got', he said. Rick was calmer than me.
We talked for a long time in the Diner, then walked around the perimeter of the school, just to get outside. It was dark and there were a bunch of students outside smoking but we didn't join them. By nine we went back to the room and turned on the TV. Rick laid on the bed and I sat in one of the chairs. My mind was trying to figure out how the hell we were both going to fit in that double bed. Rick was laying on it right now and there was not a side for me.
At ten o'clock Rick got up and headed to the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower you need in here?" he asked. "No, go ahead," I said. He grabbed his shaving kit and closed the bathroom door behind him.