Battlefields: Everyone has battles Page 2

  He gestured toward the cap. “Could you open it up for me, buddy? I always carry gas in case of my own emergencies, especially on this lonely stretch of road. Wife and kids at home, you know, and she keeps strict rules. Watches the clock. So, there’s never time for delays.” He glanced at Adam’s crotch again but said nothing more.

  Adam opened the gas tank and the man dispensed enough gas to reach the town.

  “There you go.”

  “Thanks. I’m Adam Young, by the way.”

  “Bruce. Just Bruce,” the man smiled, walking back to his truck.

  “Okay. You’re all set, Adam.”

  “Thanks.” Adam extended a grateful hand. “You were my good Samaritan.”

  “And you should be careful. A nice-looking guy like you, alone on this road—you should be grateful that you’re still in one piece!” He winked and got into his truck. He gave Adam one final glance; his eyes once again on his crotch. Then, with his horn blazing, he disappeared into the night.

  Adam got back into his vehicle. Yes. Of course he should be grateful that his road side assistance came cheaply and, more importantly, safely.

  He started the car. “Thank god!” he groaned when he heard that familiar sound of the engine purring. Three and a half miles later he reached the small town with a gas station right at the entrance, next to its name. Mildew. Population 3,276.

  He stopped at the gas station and filled up his tank to capacity. He wasn’t going to get stuck in the middle of nowhere again, that’s for sure!

  After paying a bored looking, gamer-kid, who sported three zits on his forehead, he approached the men’s room.

  The door was open as he quietly strolled in. Everything was silent. He was just about to open the faucet when he heard a sound from one of the cubicles. Adam froze. Whoever was in there, probably wasn’t even aware that there was somebody else in the bathroom.

  He heard movements. Rhythmic movements. Then he heard the distinct sound of heavy breathing. It was getting heavier and faster. There was a bump against the wall as if the person was straining, hitting his elbow somewhere, followed by a loud groan. “Oh fuck!” Another groan, some more movements and then silence.

  Adam couldn’t believe what was happening. He stood motionless until he heard a zipper; then a belt being fastened; toilet being flushed. Adam quickly sprinted out of the men’s room, too embarrassed to stay.

  Once outside, he heard the cubicle door opening. Adam casually strolled back into the men’s room.

  The guy approaching him was at least six foot three, blonde hair slicked back as he put his cowboy hat back on, his muscles glistening from the sweat of his jerk-off session. His jeans were tight and Adam could see a bulge fighting against the material even now.

  Then Adam noticed a distinct semen stain on the inner leg of his tight jeans. It was quite obvious, but the man wasn’t aware of it. Adam felt himself getting an instant hard-on.

  No problems this time!

  Fuck me over.

  “Howdy!” The young man smiled as he washed his hands. He leant forward to reach a paper towel and his ass strained against his jeans.

  “Howdy.” Adam felt the ever-increasing excitement growing to capacity inside his jeans. He hadn’t had such a powerful erection since one of his more fortunate encounters with Peter early on in the relationship.

  “Quiet night, hey?” the young man asked as he dried his hands.

  “I ran out of gas a few miles back, but fortunately a good Samaritan helped me.”

  “Shawn.” The young man extended a hand—the very hand that had probably been around his cock two minutes ago. Adam took it; the grip was strong and masculine.

  “Adam.” He shook Shawn’s hand. Shawn’s touch added even more excitement to his already full erection.

  They stared at each other for a moment.

  “Listen buddy.” Shawn glanced at him as he let go of his hand. “Apologies for being intrusive, but where are you heading?”

  “Bozeman.”

  Shawn smiled, exposing a perfect set of teeth and a mouth that was so fucking kissable.

  “I’m on my way to Mooretown. It’s about hundred miles up the road. I couldn’t perhaps . . .?” He hesitated “Nah. I shouldn’t.”

  “You want a lift?”

  “Well, if it isn’t too inconvenient.”

  Adam stared at this attractive young man, and then his eyes moved down to Shawn’s jeans. to the semen stain. Shawn followed his gaze. He looked down and noticed the stain.

  “Oh my god.”

  But he didn’t wipe it off.

  “Lonely roads, lonely nights.” He smiled that perfect grin again. “Sometimes a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.” There was a moment of silence.

  “Well. Shall we go?” asked Shawn.

  “Sure.” Adam gestured. As he followed Shawn to his car, he saw the muscles of his tight ass moving rhythmically; the same muscles, which a few moments ago, had strained to achieve a climax.

  “This the one?” Shawn asked as they approached.

  “Yeah.”

  He got in and as he made himself comfortable, Adam could see the strong legs and the potent way in which Shawn moved. It turned him on even more.

  “Thanks, buddy.”

  It was quiet in the car for the first few minutes. All Adam could do, was switch on the radio. Thank god there was reception again! This time The Pet Shop Boys’ It’s a Sin filled the air. Shawn hummed the tune.

  “You believe in sin?” Shawn asked when the song finished.

  “Sin is in the eye of the beholder.”

  “Or the hands,” laughed Shawn, placing his right hand on the semen stain. “Would you mind if I snoozed a little?”

  “Of course, not.”

  Shawn stretched out on the passenger’s side with the cowboy hat covering his face and his beautiful legs spread wide open. Adam’s felt his left hand tightening on the steering wheel while his right hand rested on the stick shift, close to Shawn’s leg. He was trying not to look at the younger man.

  Miles later, Shawn yawned and got into an even more comfortable position, his left leg now right next to the stick and Adam’s right hand. As he further adjusted himself, his leg brushed against Adam’s hand, the spot on his inner thigh still evident in the moonlight.

  Adam was not counting the white lines on the road anymore. His attention was on Shawn’s leg, so close to his hand. Again the slight movement of his legs. Again Shawn’s leg brushed against Adam’s hand.

  Suddenly Shawn took Adam’s hand and placed it on the wet spot on his inner thigh. With his free hand he lifted his cowboy hat and stared straight ahead. A few seconds later, with Adam’s hand still on his inner thigh, the muscles started twitching slightly under the material. Shawn turned to Adam.

  “How long were you standing in the bathroom?”

  “Long enough,” Adam replied.

  Silence. “Okay. So, I shot my load. How about you?”

  “Me?”

  “Yeah. Why should I be the only one?” He glanced at Adam. “You looking for relief, buddy?”

  “I guess,” was all that Adam could say.

  “So—pull over.”

  Adam noticed a tree in the moonlight next to the road and pulled over.

  They sat in silence for a moment. Then Shawn moved his crotch in Adam’s direction. He was just about to touch it, when Shawn’s hands moved to Adam’s crotch, where his erect cock was bulging against his zipper.

  “Slowly, slowly,” smiled Shawn as he unzipped him. Adam’s erect cock jumped out when Shawn’s hands opened his zipper. The next moment Shawn’s mouth was around Adam’s cock. After months of giving blow jobs but never being at the receiving end, Adam immediately felt a warm, tingling sensation inside his balls. He hadn’t come in weeks, so the tension, especially with this warm, sexy mouth around him, was almost unbearable.

  “Oh fuck!”

  Shawn’s mouth moved away from Adam’s penis as if he was anticipating the approaching cl
imax and wanted to postpone it. His tongue touched Adam’s testicles, moving around it and under it, tantalizing the nerve ends until Adam moaned with pleasure again.

  Suddenly Shawn took Adam’s cock in his mouth again, pushing back the foreskin with his tongue until his exposed penis head met Shawn’s warm mouth. Up and down. Up and down.

  Soon Adam felt an orgasm approaching.

  “Please, please don’t stop, I—”

  Waves of pleasure started building up deep inside Adam. Shawn knew exactly what to do. His tongue continued to tantalize Adam’s cock, occasionally moving his lips to the cock-head, only to engulf the entire cock in his mouth again. The warmth of his mouth drove Adam crazy. The orgasm was now forcing its way from Adam’s balls up his cock, and he could feel the warm waves of pleasure reaching the point of no return. Shawn’s tongue engulfed Adam’s cock just as he came.

  Adam shouted loudly. He grabbed the steering wheel with both hands and yelled again. Adam had never felt anything like this before. His semen spilled into Shawn’s mouth. He expected the younger man to pull away, as the force was enormous. But he kept on caressing his cock with his tongue and mouth, drinking Adam’s semen.

  Shawn made a small grunting noise of pleasure as he sucked up the last of Adam’s man juice. Adam shuddered as the final waves of pleasure pulsated through his body. Shawn pulled his mouth away, assuming that Adam was finished. But then a final spurt, that even Adam didn’t anticipate splattered over the steering wheel.

  “Shit, buddy! You have a faucet down there or something?” Shawn wiped his mouth. For the first time in months Adam felt completely satisfied.

  Shawn smiled.

  “Was it as good for you as it was for me?” He teased Adam. But Adam was speechless.

  Shawn put his cowboy hat back on and wiped the semen off the steering wheel. He smeared it on his pants right next to his own semen stain.

  “Trophy time!” he laughed. “Yours is bigger than mine . . .” as he glanced at the new stain.

  As the gorgeous Shawn slumped back into the seat, he adjusted his own crotch and made himself comfortable. “Wake me up when we’re in Mooretown, will ya?”

  Adam slowly zipped himself up—his erection still noticeable.

  Shawn smiled. “Thanks for the ride so far.”

  As Adam steered his car back onto the road, he saw Shawn smiling. “Good night, big boy!”

  “Good night,” Adam replied.

  And as he settled down to sleep: “It was really nice meeting you, Adam.”

  It took a while before Adam replied.

  “Likewise.”

  Chapter two

  From dusk till dawn, the sun sank calmly over the bloodshot horizon.

  A tall, sunburned cowboy was thumbing for a lift. His jeans were torn in all the right places. His hairy muscular body winked at Adam through the inviting holes. His hat drooped backward almost like a hood. His shirt was open due to the heat, exposing muddy marks all over his glorious torso.

  This reminded Adam of a recent art exhibition by a friend he’d attended in Manhattan. He still remembered the beautiful bodies and inviting lines on the canvases, drawing his eyes to all the right places. Upon closer inspection, he’d identified hidden meanings, a kind of visual subtext—perhaps stemming from the fact that his friend fantasized about the kind of muscular cowboys he could never have, or only had during his own private fantasy time. Any of those paintings could just as well have been of this rugged cowboy, Adam thought as he slowly drove past him. And now he saw those fantasies come alive in one single body. A driver’s wet dream.

  Should he pull over or ignore the man? That was the million-dollar question. All gay guys fantasize about picking up a hitchhiker, but at what price? It’s only been a few hours since Adam dropped Shawn in Mooretown, and he still had that pleasurable humming feeling in his legs. Shawn had drained all his energy—literally, and that had been no fantasy! It had been the best orgasm he’d had in years. He felt his cock stiffen again, just at the thought of him.

  Adam could still imagine Shawn’s outstretched body on the passenger seat. He remembered the sexy brown cowboy hat drawn low over his face, the white T-shirt clinging to his body. And those tight jeans around his solid legs! He will have to endure many a lonely night reliving that intense orgasm later.

  He rubbed his cock, feeling a tingling sensation. He had always wondered what it would be like to come while driving. The moment Shawn had put his hands on his crotch . . . Adam felt that wonderful sensation again as his own hand slowly crept up his leg.

  Fuck!

  All of this replayed in his mind like one of those erotic movies he always downloaded from porn sites. He also remembered that white, sticky spot on Shawn’s tight denims. Boy, oh boy, what a turn-on that had been. He still wondered whether the young man deliberately forgot to wipe it off. And whether this meeting was planned, including the orgasm in the cubicle.

  He passed the hitchhiker and saw the man lowering his thumb. What would it feel like to have that hand around his cock?

  Then the hitchhiker disappeared in the rear-view mirror.

  Suddenly, there was a movement to the right. A shadow moved.

  Adam squinted. It was a crow! It nervously flapped its wings, narrowly missing the windscreen of his car. He immediately stopped the car and felt himself shaking. Crows always freaked him out.

  He touched the cross around his neck once again. He was still shaking, his T-shirt wet with perspiration. His mother’s voice rang in his ears: ‘Homosexuality is a sin! Repent now and break free! Read Isiah 34 verse 1: Come near, your nations, and listen; pay attention, you peoples! Let the earth hear, and all that is in it, the world, and all that comes out of it!’

  Damn! What’s wrong with me? Pull yourself together Adam!

  Bozeman’s lights were already visible. So close, yet so far. Was the crow an omen warning him against his intended stay here? Was it a coincidence? Or could it have been his mother communicating with him?

  Bullshit. He must stop these thoughts immediately. He switched on the car just as a truck passed him, honking furiously. “Yours too, idiot! I noticed you, okay? Keep your pants on!”

  Hell! That felt good. Now he could continue on his journey. A few minutes later he reached the outskirts of Bozeman.

  The town was lined with trees that had probably been around since it was established more than a century ago. The atmosphere was tranquil, almost like something out of a cowboy fairy tale. The only thing missing were wild horses, galloping over the dark plains.

  “If it seems too good to be true, it is too good to be true,” he muttered to himself, deciding not to be seduced by the serenity.

  He looked at the far-off mountains in the moonlight, the wide, open streets and the big houses—a mix of the old and new. He also noticed several churches. His mom would’ve loved the place. And here he was, right in the centre of a conservative town that would probably, like his mom, frown upon his private life.

  A church clock struck nine as he stopped at a traffic light.

  He noticed a movement to his right. Anticipating yet another omen, he was initially too scared to look. It took all his courage to turn his head.

  A boy, probably sixteen or seventeen, stood leaning against the church’s fence. He slowly drew on a cigarette, blowing rings through the air illuminated by fireflies. He glanced up at Adam, and even from this distance Adam could sense trouble. The boy’s hair was a mess, his shirt too big for his sinewy body and some of the buttons were missing. His sleeves were rolled up, and Adam could see, what looked like, a large tattoo of a cross and a knife on his left forearm.

  The boy slowly exhaled a smoke ring which formed a burning halo around his head. Adam felt a tinge of fear. First the crow, now the boy. What the hell?

  The light turned green and Adam sped off.

  He was searching for a building called The Old Mystery Building. This was where he was supposed to stay. But he couldn’t find it. He turned a corner, took a left
. Still nothing. He then took a right and drove around the block. Still not a sign of the building.

  He glanced at the piece of paper on the passenger’s seat with the address of The Old Mystery Building. He tried to identify the street name which he’d hastily scribbled down. Not a chance. It was smudged, probably by the hitchhiker’s nice jeans.

  He drove around for about a minute more before he realized he was lost.

  All he could do now was drive back to where he’d seen the boy and ask him. He doubted he was a rent boy. Not in this conservative town. He would probably help him without asking for money. But Adam was desperate enough to pay at this moment, even if only to find his destination! He drove down the street lined with more wizened trees, until he reached a dead end.

  Damn!

  He spun the car around and took a left into a well-lit street. There wasn’t a soul in sight and he was beginning to get edgy.

  Then he heard a siren. Red lights flashed in his rear-view mirror. Please, not that too! Adam hated flashing lights. It always triggered a migraine and he couldn’t afford one now.

  He stopped just as the patrol car pulled up behind him.

  Please, not more trouble before I even find the building!

  He heard a car door slamming and then slow-moving footsteps approaching his car. He closed his eyes. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He had his license and registration with him, so he nothing to fear from the officer. But his mind was in a tailspin again. He remembered countless hostile officers from many movies.

  Please, please, please!

  The figure reached his car. Adam saw the white shirt firmly tucked in over a tight belly, the broad and strong shoulders. There didn’t seem to be an ounce of fat on this man.

  He noticed a gun around the man’s slim waist and a two-way radio was attached to his left shoulder. His chinos were loose and Adam imagined strong, muscular legs.

  “Good evening, sir.” His voice was deep and commanding.