I met Leroy at the truck stop that following Monday and the first thing we did was to eat lunch. Being such a big man, we had to eat the counter since he would not fit into a booth. He was friendly with the waitresses and they knew each other on a first name basis.
"So who's your friend here Leroy?" asked a pleasant, middle aged waitress as she poured us coffee and took our order.
"This here is James, my good buddy," he said, grabbing my neck in an obvious form of affection, which made me a bit uncomfortable.
"Nice to meet you, James. How long you known this fella?"
Before I could say anything, Leroy interrupted me. "None of your damn business Lara."
"Just trying to be social Leroy," said Lara as she turned my direction. "Let me rephrase that. How long you known this asshole?"
I couldn't but laugh. Once again, Leroy spoke for me. "Lara, get the hell out of here," he said, shaking his head.
"Alright, well if you need anything else, JAMES, let me know," said Lara, pinching my shoulder as she walked away.
"I like her," I said.
"She's alright," said Leroy, seeming perturbed, although I was uncertain why.
As we ate, Leroy's mood lightened, his banter more playful. I discovered that Lara tried to seduce him before he told her that he preferred the company of men. I also found out that he was once married and that his former wife enjoyed watching him fuck other men, but that later she demanded money from anyone who wanted her husband to have sex with them.
As we finished eating, and left with Lara saying, "You boys be good," I headed to my car to get my belongings, including various sex toys Leroy told me to bring: giant dildo, anal beads, bondage equipment, jock strap, panties and a negligee (had to make a special trip to purchase that).
After we got settled in, on the road and talked ourselves out Leroy told me to go into the cab, take off my clothes and put on the panties and negligee, then come back up front. He glanced over, looking pleased.
"Looking good," he said, reaching over, feeling my leg but being careful to not take his eyes off the road for too long. "Yeah I think I'm going to enjoy you. Now lay across the seat and put daddy's dick in your mouth."
"Music to my ears," I said, knowing this moment would present itself soon. With some help from Leroy who had obviously done this before, I positioned myself so I across the seats, my face was on his crotch. With his help, I lowered his shorts, and sucked his soft dick into my mouth, his furry belly resting on the side of my face. I worked my self so that his entirety was in my mouth, his tight, wiry hairs tickling my nose. There was a slight odor of funk, but nothing powerful.
"Yeah, just like that," he crooned. I spent the next couple of hours with Leroy's cock in my mouth, occasionally coming up for water or to rest my weary lips. He was obviously happy, singing while the radio played and talking to his trucker buddies on the CB. I wasn't sure if he was normally this jovial or if my presence made him feel good.
For the first couple of days it was just Leroy and I. I was becoming more and more infatuated by Leroy, particularly his ability to take charge of a situation without hesitation. I admired how everyone showed him respect and didn't throw shade despite us obviously being a couple. Well, almost everyone. There was the waiter guy at a truck stop in Kentucky who did his best to get with Leroy but was told that he couldn't suck dick like I could.
But on the third day I discovered that, unlike truckers, I needed to get much sleep before I could function properly, even while not working. But between his high sex drive and constant caffeination, I wasn't getting nearly the amount of sleep I was used to. That night I discovered that Leroy had a moody side that included a short fuse.
Asleep in the cab, I felt his hand shaking me, telling me to wake up. Still groggy, I told him that I needed to get more sleep. I could sense that the truck was stopped but was too tired to get moving. I was under the blanket, still naked from our last sexual episode, when I felt it snatched from me.
"Bitch, you better get your ass up! What the fuck you think you're doing? I work my ass off and all your lazy ass does is sleep," he said angrily.
Waking up I was trying to process what he said, thinking that number one, there wasn't much else to do but sleep, and number two, there wasn't any work that I could do. "Get the fuck out of my truck!" he said, reaching over to open the passenger side door.
I had no idea where we were and was trying to adjust to his irritable state. I figured that at that moment it was best to do as he said. I found a pair of shorts and pulled them on, realizing too late that they were Leroy's. Before I could find mine, he reached over, grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to the front of the truck. "I said get the fuck out!"
Wearing the oversized shorts, I made my way out of the truck, looking around and realizing we were at a dimly lit rest area. Unsure what to do, I held up the shorts and headed towards the building where I assumed the rest rooms were. There were a few other trucks there, so I figured I'd run into somebody who could possibly help. But help with what? I thought to myself as I entered the rest room and sat in one of two stalls.
As I sat and waited for whatever would happen next, I heard someone come in. Looking at his shoes I could see that it was Leroy, who took a leak, then walked past my stall and knocked. "C'mon," he said. I followed him outside to the back, still holding the shorts up until we got to the wooded area, where Leroy reached up and broke off a stick. "Like my grandad used to say, I do what I like, you don't have to like what I do."
Knowing what he was about to do, but nor knowing why, I pleaded my case. "Leroy, I really don't what I did to piss you off like this."
"Oh, so now you're deaf too," he said, standing before me.
"I have to sleep," I said, not knowing what I needed to say to convince him not to proceed.
"I ain't arguing with you James," he said, approaching me. "Bend your ass over."
Not wanting to get into it with him, I did as told, my shorts falling down. He moved to the side, saying, "What you doing wearing my shorts boy?" Before I could say anything, I heard the sound of the switch then the intense stinging on my behind. "Now get your ass back in the truck."
On my way back I tried to figure out what triggered Leroy, and if it would repeat itself. I passed a chubby Latino man who gave me a strange look, then heard he and Leroy laughing as I got back into the truck, rubbing my sore ass as I laid naked face down. As I waited I realized how incredibly lonely I was, thousands of miles from home with someone I barely know, and what I was finding out was not good. The sound of the door suddenly opening startled me.
