This is the story of an unfortunate chain of events that changed my life, without warning. My mother had been suffering from Alzheimer's for several years and I had been making the 90-minute trek to see her at least once per week for a few years now. Honestly as her condition worsened, I had been letting it slip to once per month.
This was my first trip with a new car, and I had been oblivious to my gas being low. Suddenly the low fuel alarm ding called it to my attention. Of course it happened in the worst possible spot as it was, several miles to the next exit and I was not sure there would even be a gas station there. With all my trips, I do not recall ever stopping for gas there.
As I approached the next exit, it became apparent there was no gas at the exit. I had no choice be to try the next one. I recall a gas station sign at the next exit but could not recall ever using it either. The needle was getting below "E" by the time I made it to the exit.
I sighed a great sigh of relief when I saw the blue highway sign and the only thing on the services sign was BP. Relief became dismay as I pulled off the highway and saw BP 2.5 miles. Dismay became bewilderment as I pulled in and realized it was closed. Sunday at a nowhere exit...not surprising. I pulled through the pumps and beside the building, to turn around and head back to the highway. Unfortunately that is where she died.
I looked around and there was not much of anything around, so I called AAA on my cell phone. The signal was bad, but after 2 disconnects and a stroll around the parking lot to find the ideal signal, I managed to get through and convey my location. They told me the only AAA tow truck in the area was on a call with another waiting, so it would be at least an hour.
I called my wife and let her know what was happening. I told her, I would be late if I made it home at all. We talked until I realized, my phone battery was dying, and I left the fucking charger at home. Two hours and three more phone calls to AAA later, it died.
I had dozed off and was startled awake by a bang on the window. I jumped awake, heart racing, to the sight of a fairly large black man with a bit of razor stubble on his face. He was about 30-35 about 6ft. tall and looked like he lifted weights. He hand signaled me to roll down the window.
As I did, he mumbled, "My lucky day." He looked at his clip board and said, "Mr. Davis, I am Robert from P&S towing. What sort of problem are you having this evening?"
"Apparently, not my lucky day," I said looking up at him smiling.
He stared uninterestedly back at me as I continued, "This a new car for me and I did not see the fuel light in time and ran out of gas. If you could just dump in a gallon or so, that I can get to the next exit with gas, that would be great. I was on my way to visit my mother and I have already lost more than 2 hours waiting on you."
"Let's see if the information they gave me is correct," he said handing me a printout with my name, phone number, address and AAA number. Then he tossed his clip board on the top of my car and began to write while shoving his thighs against my door, and pelvis pushing in the open window. It looked like his cock wanted out of those pants.
I was hoping I did not come across rudely and piss him off, as he cut in, "Can I see your AAA card?"
He took a half step back, looked it over and read aloud, "Martin Davis...Well that is unfortunate! This card expired last month."
He handed my card back and went back to writing on the roof. Once again, his pelvis pushing in the window. I swore it was growing. I was getting angrier by the minute. He was purposely trying to fuck with me, and I had had enough. As I was trying to think about my next words, He cut in.
"I already used all the fuel in my can for another stranded driver. Unfortunately, my truck runs on diesel. I can tow you to the next gas station, it closes in 45 minutes and it's about 25 minutes away. Without AAA, it's gonna be $200 for the tow and I will need payment up front."
"No fucking way!" I yelled. "My AAA is current. I must have left the new card on the desk at home. The account is the same. You can use that for your paperwork!"
I was really getting tired of talking to his fucking dick. What the fuck could he be writing up there.
"That is not how it works sir," he said, losing interest. "You must have a valid card. If you do not want my service, that is fine. I have been working 12 hours since 6 this morning and I would love to go home."
"I don't even have $200," I said, rummaging through my wallet and hiding the $300 I just got from the ATM. Not that I needed to, he was looking at the roof of my car, shoving his dick in the window.
"I can take a debit card, if the reader can connect out here," he said arrogantly.
"That's why you said it's 'your lucky day', cause you have some poor soul to rip off," I growled.
"If you want the truth, I said that, cause you are a middle aged white man with a wedding ring. That means you are a cocksucker. None of you can say no to sucking my juicy black cock. You talk about it, you deny it, then you surrender to it. Every fucking time," he said pushing his pelvis forward.
Oh fuck, he is some kind of faggot rapist. In the middle of fucking nowhere and he had me by 15 to 20 years, and easily 50 lbs. Trying to mask the fear I spoke with firmness in my voice.
"You are out of your fucking mind! I will make other arrangements... Fuck, my cell phone is dead. Can you please let me use you cell phone to call back AAA?" I asked trying not to beg.
"No, but I will call back and let them know you must have gotten gas and left before I got here," he said as he put his paperwork back on the roof and began to write.
Again, he pushed his pelvis through the window, his semi hard cock definitely trying to escape. Glancing back I saw the huge wrecker almost touching the rear bumper of my car. I was completely hemmed in by the wrecker behind and a dumpster in front. It didn't matter anyway I had no gas to make an escape.
"Okay, okay, you got me. $200 it is, just please get me to the gas station and let me get on my way" I said sternly.
Keeping his body against the car and pelvis in the window, he spoke from above the car, "Tell you what, I gotta way for you to get a free, tow..."
"Please stop this silliness, I said trying not to look at the bulging pants in my window. I am not gay and not going to do anything for a "free" tow. Please take this money and get me to a gas station," I said trying to hand him $200.
He did not move, so I tried to reach my hand out the window, but his hips and torso blocked most of the opening. I accidentally, brushed his hip with my arm and he swayed a little and made a humming noise. I was waving the money out the corner of the window and he did not take it. I couldn't even tell if he could see the money.
I did not want to try to peak out the window for fear of touching his bulge. Then he would really hum! I was thinking about what to say next, to deescalate the situation and get out of there.
He began to speak, "You don't get it. All you have to do is not suck my cock and the tow is free. Prove to me I'm wrong. You just look at my naked cock for 3 minutes, if you are not a cocksucker the tow is free. If you are a..."
I interrupted waving the money again, "Just take the damn money and give me a tow, please. I am not interested in your silly games. I just want to visit my mother!"
"So you are a cocksucker then, I knew it. You don't trust yourself... Why don't you just indulge yourself. No one can see. I can keep watch from here while..."
Yanking the money back in the window, I said angrily, "You need to leave, I will take care of myself. I no longer require your services. I promise I will report you to your company."
He did not move and after hesitating a moment, he began to speak again, "You already can't take your eyes off it and it's not even out yet. I think you are the biggest cocksucker yet. You can't even convince, yourself, you don't want to taste that hot meat."
He couldn't even see me, how did he know I was staring. It was impossible not to, with it protruding through the window. I had leaned on the center console to get out of its range, but looking back at it, growing, and moving in his pants was mesmerizing.
"Please leave, I need to figure out where I can get gas and get the fuck out of here." I said with as much authority as I could muster.
"Listen to my proposal and if you still feel the same, I will leave," he said calmly, as he stepped back and looked at me, man to man. "If you look at it for 3 minutes without sucking it, the tow is free, and I will pay for your tank of gas. If you suck it, the tow is $200. (I cringed as he said it). If you swallow my load, it's $250 (I shook my head in disgust). If you jack off while sucking my cock, it's $300. (My jaw dropped in disbelief!)"
"That's an easy bet, but you are younger and stronger. You can just force the issue and overpower me. I am going to have to pass," I said, hoping he would let me go; he was making his dick pulsate in his pants.
"Ok, but I don't know anywhere close for you to get help. I'm right here and you could be on your way in just over 3 minutes if you prove me wrong. If you would rather waste hours of your life, than admit I am right and you are a cocksucker, so be it.
Martin Davis, I admire a man that knows his weakness and works this hard to keep it hidden. Good Luck to you," He said turning to walk toward he truck.
He turned back to look at me with an new idea, "If I have your word to honor the bet Mr. Davis, I have a way to give you the safety net you need."
My patience gone, I said, Okay, Okay what is it.?
"Great," he said putting his cell phone in his front pocket and pulling his wallet from his back pocket.
"I will snap a photo of my driver's license with my phone. You call your wife from my phone and tell her the tow truck arrived. Tell her Robert Reeves is the driver and was so nice, you will be sending his information to her, to send a thank you. We text your wife with the photo and you, and your wife have a record of my information for the police, if anything goes wrong. Come to think about it, if you win the bet, you have all the info you need to call my company and report me."
It sounded like reasonable insurance, but there had to be a catch. Once again, he pushed his pants tent back in the open window, while taking the photo on the roof of the car. He handed me the phone, I talked to my wife, and she was happy for me. I sent her the text, and she replied.
"His driver's license! You should tell the young man to be more careful with his information (with a smiley face imogi)."
