Jason and Andy: on the Road -

(Jason's POV)

I took a swig of my liquor before placing it back behind my chair. Leaning forward, my chin came to a rest against the wheel as I focused back on the road. I was nearing 9 hours of driving so far, with no break. Why take 30 minutes to have a drink when I can do it on the road? The alcohol didn't help with my exhaustion, but it did help me forget.

As I focused on the pitch black road, I gazed along the sides as I searched for any signs advertising gas and a shower. I wouldn't be winning any awards for personal health any time soon, but even I recognized the need for a shower. The next few minutes resulted in nothing except for more fucking fields.

If I crashed and had to describe my current location to a 911 operator, I may as well share my will instead. The closest guess I had was 50 miles into bum-fuck nowhere, off of I-80. The delivery location was some warehouse near a backwater town in Nebraska. Probably the only major source of jobs out here. Once I got there, my buddy just told me to leave the trailer there since I would arrive after hours.

Working as a trucker was just an excuse to leave the city. 6 weeks of training and I was able to leave my dump of an apartment and the casino where I only ever lost money and disappointed my folks. My brother was the better gambler by far, but he was serving 15 years to life for second degree murder. Guess I beat him in knowing how to walk away after a loss. Cleaning out his place gave me the boost of capital I needed to skip out on work while getting my CDL. As I continued thinking about useless memories, my eyelids kept getting heavier.

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ZZZzzzzzzz

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SKREEEEEECH!!!!!

The shaking of my tires woke me and I panicked as I saw more corn than road. Turning the wheel, I cursed as I overcorrected back towards the sliver of pavement I could still see. The sounds of rubber screeching against asphalt turning into the churning of dirt and mud as I destroyed hundreds of stalks. Shaking off the alcoholic haze, I made a more gradual turn back towards the road. Tires finally hitting pavement, I straightened out until all 18 were back where they should be. All was right in the kingdom.

"Fuck" Looking at the now muddy side of the trailer, I cursed again as I rode out my pounding heartrate. It was the retard farmer's fault for not making the road bigger. Maybe he'll see the ruined 100 feet of crop and expand the road to the width it should be. Satisfied in doing a service for this backwater community, I kept my eyes on the rode, leaning my chin against the wheel again.

The boring night drive was interrupted as I finally saw the glint of a road sign in the distance. Slowing down, I continued to drive towards it. The sign advertised a gas station 1 mile ahead. I hoped it was a 24 hour station, and that it had a shower.

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Putting the thoroughly soiled wiper back in its receptacle, I inspected my handywork under the glare of florescent lighting. In all honesty...

It was shit

The wipe marks were very visible, marked by lines of dirt left from the squeegee. It was clear that I went off roading with the trailer and I honestly couldn't care less. Maybe it will rain later tonight and it would wash away the rest of the evidence. Knowing my luck, this would be the driest week this town has ever seen. Removing the problem from my mind, I walked towards the station. In a town with a population of less than 2000, I was surprised to see the 24 hour service sign as I pulled into the lot.

A light door jungle announced my entry into the store. Looking around, it seemed decently stocked with the usual convenience store products. Heading to the motor section, I grabbed three cans of Fix-a-flat and some duct tape. My front tire has already been replaced by the spare and the new one also busted a leak. It has been running on this quick fix shit since. I really needed to stop hitting sleeper lines while driving.

As I was grabbing a few more items, I heard the clatter of a broom handle hitting the ground, followed by a quiet curse. Ignoring the noise, I walked up to the front counter. I saw the showers in the back and I was eager to enter them. The couple bottles of soap and shampoo I saw were added to my hands as I waited.

There was a girl sitting behind the counter in the back office, reading something off of her phone. I cleared my throat a bit, to no effect. After a minute, I said something only to realize that she had earphones in, some of those stupid expensive white ones. I felt a bit of anger well up, before it quickly went away. The girl was a sight for sore eyes and it's been a while since I had any luck with the fairer sex. Taking a moment to ogle her plump ass through her yoga pants, I was rudely interrupted by another voice.

"I'm sorry, Blaire really likes her music. Where you waiting long?" Turning my head, I had 'fuck off' loaded on my lips until I saw the girl behind me. If Yoga-pants was a 7/10 for her full body, young miss newcomer was a 10/10 based on her face alone. Her hair came down to around cheek level, obviously dyed black. Seeing the black painted finger nails and pale skin, I felt like I was back in high school, seeing a goth for the first time.

Realizing that I was staring and not talking, I cleared my throat. "No, no worries." My words were rewarded with a smile as she went behind the counter. I took the opportunity to really look at what she had going on. Her long legs filled the tight black jeans she was wearing. They ended right under a tight ass and thin waist. Her shirt came up a bit as she lifted the counter top entrance, revealing toned abs. The chest was a disappointment, but that was easily overshadowed by seeing her smile again as she reached for the items I had grabbed. Lost in her face, I watched her full lips as she looked at me and spoke.

"You lose a fight with some mud, bro?" Light confusion filled my head as I returned to reality. Following her gaze, I looked outside where my truck was clearly visible through the window. Seeing my shitty efforts at cleaning, I tried to laugh it off.

"Yeah, one muddy pot hole and my truck was a new color." I only got a quirked eyebrow at my lame excuse. One pot hole was nowhere near enough to account for how dirty my truck was. I was lucky that the corn wasn't too tall, otherwise I would have been picking it out of my grill. As I looked at her face again, I got a strange feeling. Thinking back on her wording, why did she call me bro? The strangeness growing, I asked a question.

"How much for a shower?" The girl looked up at me again, answering my question. "$10, unless you want it for longer than 30 minutes, then its 15. Max time is an hour, though." Time slowed down as I focused less on her face and more on her voice. There was this strange disconnect I felt grow, but I couldn't place it. A sudden, outlandish idea came into my mind as I focused on the employee's throat. As I saw the slight Adam's apple move when the employee spoke, my fantasies came crashing down as I realized I was checking out a MAN.

"Can you give me a sec?" Not waiting for a reply, I turned and went to the liquor section and grabbed a few 50ml vodka bottles. Adding these increased my total past what I wanted to spend today, but I needed some alcohol to forget my own embarrassment. Hopefully he didn't see my stares. Ringing up the gas and the items, I pulled out my credit card. I was nearing the max, but I should still have enough for this transaction.

The employee had a nervous smile on his face as he spoke. "Sorry... our internet here has been down since yesterday and we can only do cash, I should have mentioned sooner." Avoiding his bewitching gaze, I put my card back in my wallet and fished out two $100 bills. The employee accepted the notes, quickly drawing a marker across the paper. Maybe I should get into counterfeiting? Grabbing the change off of the counter, I went out to my truck to stow the bag and pull out some clean-ish clothes. Putting the freshly purchased booze in with my bag of clothes, I went back to the station.

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(Andy's POV)

I really hate midnight shifts.

John, my asshole manager who only worked days, moved me to nightshift last week to replace Kelly who quit without a two-week notice. She got a job at the warehouse just outside of town, leaving me stuck in the worst timeslot of any job. I wanted to get a job there, but you needed to know someone. At least I got to work with Blaire, although my chances with her were super low. She preferred big, muscle guys. Not lanky, skinny guys.

As I stood next to the counter, wasting time staring at Blaire's big butt, I saw the flash of headlights turning into the station. The clock near the door read 11:50, a bit late for a gas stop. Even later for a truck, I thought as I saw the muddy trailer roll to a stop. Poor guy must have gone down a dirt road by accident. I watched him get out and start cleaning his trailer off with a squeegee. Annoyance filled my head, now I would have to clean out the water near the pump as well. Watching him clean reminded me of my own neglected duties. If this guy or Blaire complained to John, I would be fucked.

As I hurriedly cleaned up the isles and a few bits of trash that missed the cans around the store, I heard the jingle of the bells as the front door opened. Placing the broom against the shelf next to me, I stood on my toes to peer over the shelf. Looking over, I could clearly see his head and the tops of his shoulders over the shelf he was looking at. I ducked back down quickly to avoid being caught staring. I bumped into the broom handle by accident, and I flailed to catch the broom before it it the ground. The sharp crack sounding out through the dead quiet store marked my failure.

"Shit" I couldn't help the swear as I bent over and grabbed the offending tool. I resumed cleaning, forcing down the flash of embarrassment I felt. I was emptying the pan into the trash when I heard the trucker speak. Not catching what he said, I turned my head around the shelf to see him leaning and waiting at the counter, which a bunch of things he presumably wanted to buy. I placed the broom against the shelf once more and walked up behind the man.

Standing next to him now, he was easily 6'5". I would have to turn my head up to see his face, since I was 5'7". Following his gaze, I saw that he had a similar taste for yoga pants. Suppressing my laugh, I greeted him. He was quick to turn around, slightly jumping when he heard my voice. He looked older, around 30. I saw the look of agitation on his face quickly dissolve into astonishment. At that moment, I was reminded of how people saw me.

I've always been told that I looked very attractive. The only issue was that I was attractive to the wrong people. Blaire didn't like pretty boys, so it was a rather large issue. As I rang up the man's products, I tried to act a bit more dude-ish. When that didn't work, I deliberately lowered my voice to really sell the truth. I saw the frown form on his face, as he turned to buy a few drinks. Feeling safe once more, I rang up his purchases, accepting the cash he provided in lieu of a card. Watching the tall man disappear out the front door, I sat down on a chair behind the counter.

(30 minutes later)

I drummed my fingers idly against the counter. The time of his shower was coming to a close, but I could still hear the water. Turning my head, I saw Blaire snoozing with her head in her arms on the desk. Signing, I left from behind the counter and grabbed the mop from the cleaning area. I would clean up the bathroom floor, even though I just did it an hour ago. After mopping for a bit, I'll calmly remind him of the time so he'll get out. I didn't want to go toe to toe with a guy who beat me out on 9 inches and 100 pounds over 5 bucks.

Pushing open the door, I spoke. "Janitor, just cleaning up." I couldn't hear anything except for the flow of water. Judging from the steam build up in the room, the trucker liked his water hot. Pushing down a bit of embarrassment, I began to mop up the floor.

Continuing to clean, I heard the shower door open behind me. Deliberately keeping my head facing away, I said "I'll be out in three minutes, your shower time is almost over, so wrap u....MMMPH!?"

My words were cut off as a large hand covered my mouth and a wet arm wrapped around my torso, pulling me backwards.

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(Jason's POV)

Hot water and vodka was always a nice combination. It felt like my whole body was on fire. The drinking helped to fill whatever void was in me. Late nights always reminded me of what little I've accomplished in my life. Two parents that I never once made proud, a college degree left unfinished, and relationships that never last more than 6 months. I guess I could call trucking my first legitimate career, but I was already making shit hard for my buddy who got me the job. A few late deliveries and I had already received a write up and a talking-to from management. Given my track record, it wouldn't be long before I'm fired and looking for another job. I could probably salvage this job as long as I delivered this stupid shipment by tonight.

Draining the last mini-bottle of alcohol, I chucked it in the corner of the shower with the other three. The only thing the booze didn't touch was my recent memory. I just couldn't get that employee's face out of my head. I've never met someone so beautiful before, so why did it have to be a dude? The haze of alcohol lowered my misgivings about the situation, but it still didn't sit right. My mind wandered to seeing his legs and ass from behind, filling out those super tight black jeans. I tried to clear the thoughts from my head, but my groin had other plans. I was half erect just imagining him in my head. Thinking about his face when he smiled, My cock pulsed painfully as it became fully erect. One confused, drunken beat off was just what I needed before hitting the road again.

Just as I wrapped my hand around my dick, I heard his voice. "Janitor, just cleaning up."

I halted my actions, turning my head towards the door. I heard the sloshing of the mop against the floor though the drumming of the water hitting the shower tiles. Placing my hand near the opaque door, I held my breath and listened. My heart beat like a drum in my chest, and my dick was harder than it has ever been.

How long has it been since I've felt something this real, something this amazing? This random, backwater gas station clerk was making my head dizzy with excitement. Any thoughts of right, wrong, straight or not left my head as I opened the door and saw his lithe form mopping the floor. I could feel a glob of pre-cum well up and fall from my cock, hitting the floor. The sound was drowned out by the shower, along with the sound of my footsteps as I walked up and grabbed the man from behind, dragging him into the shower.