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Chapter Two
Kerry woke me up about 4:30 in the morning as he crawled over me and stood trying to pull on his jeans in the sleeper. He was having a hard time (pun intended) getting the zipper up over the hard-on jutting out. I stretched and yawned.
"What time is it" I asked in a raspy morning voice.
"Time to go piss before I piss the bed" Kerry said. That was when I realized my bladder was in distress too. I found my shoes and put them on as he sat down to do the same. I hoped our morning wood would subside a little on the walk up to the truck stop.
"Can we get a shower before we head out? I feel kind of grungy" I asked.
"Sure, bring your new clothes and (reaching into a drawer) use these socks, for God's sake throw those old ones in the garbage" he said.
We got a shower and afterwards went into the restaurant for some breakfast. Kerry was busy looking something up on his phone so I sat back in the booth and shut my eyes while we waited for the waitress to bring our breakfast. When she brought us our coffee, I started dumping sugar and creamer into it as Kerry studied my actions.
"You want a little coffee with that?" he asked.
"Gotta kill the taste." He just shook his head.
Our plates came out a few minutes later. I had the big breakfast which consisted of bacon, eggs, cheese grits and a biscuit. I was determined to get up to normal weight for somebody my age. Kerry said after we drop and pick up in Atlanta, we were going to the health department and let them check me out. I wasn't crazy about the idea. I felt like we were still too close to Dell for me to be out in public. Kerry insisted so I said okay.
We got into Atlanta about nine and Kerry went to find out about his pickup. He came back to the truck about 20 minutes later and said it would be two hours before the load was ready. He called an uber and we went to Walgreens and picked up an STD home test kit. The pharmacist told me I should stay away from the girls until I got my results back. I looked at Kerry who had a perfect dead-pan stare.
"I'll keep him quarantined" he told the tech. She nodded to him and we got another ride back to the terminal.
"Okay, so, you're staying with me I guess, for now anyway" Kerry said.
"I think I'd like that" I replied, putting my arm around his waist. He gave me a weird look. I mean, I had some kind of feeling for him, after all he did rescue me from Dell and that shit-hole trailer prison. Was it just gratitude? I wasn't sure but I figured I'd stay with him until I was sure one way or the other. We climbed up in the cab and headed for Kerry's next drop which was Topeka, Kansas.
We'd been on the road for about three hours when I had to piss like crazy. Kerry wasn't ready to pull over yet so he pointed at the empty Mountain Dew bottle in the cup holder. There's nothing as fun as trying to make sure your piss makes it into the small opening of a 20oz. drink bottle, while going 70mph down an interstate that's not particularly smooth, but I did my best. Unfortunately, I ran out of bottle before I ran out of pee. I stopped the flow and capped the bottle but that left me still having to pee. He finally relented and pulled onto the shoulder and let me empty the bottle and the rest of what was in me, then he did the same; two minutes later we were back in motion. We stopped for 30 minutes somewhere in Tennessee to eat and drove on until Kerry hit his 11-hour mark somewhere around St. Charles, MO where we stopped for some downtime.
It was around 10pm and even though all I'd been doing is sitting and keeping Kerry company I was bone-tired. We went in and used the bathroom, then went back to the truck and crashed. There was no more sex tonight. Kerry was determined to wait until he got the results back on the home test we mailed off. I didn't know if I could go a week with no sex.
He shook me awake and I tried to focus on the clock; 6:07am. I sat up and pulled on my jeans and shirt and we went in and ate. I ordered a breakfast burrito and a 32oz Mountain Dew in the plastic to-go cup; I figured the empty cup might come in handy somewhere down the road.
We got to Topeka a little before lunch time. It was a quick turnaround. They had another trailer waiting for us. We were back on the road in about 40 minutes, we walked down the street and found a Hardees and got some lunch to take with us. Neither of us was really hungry yet but Kerry wasn't going to want to stop until he had to; the load we picked up had to get to Salt Lake City. We got back on the highway and Kerry looked preoccupied.
"What you thinking about?" I asked him.
"Something I heard from another driver at that last stop" he said. "We were talking about that kid they were looking for back east" he looked at me and raised an eyebrow, "Well, he said it was on the news that the kid's body had been found."
"So, I'm dead now?" I said, "Again?"
"Well, I'm just thinking, but if somebody wanted a search called off, maybe the best way is if you found the person you was searching for" he said.
"As in, even if the body isn't the person?" I said mostly to myself "But why would Dell do that?"
"Whoever killed your folks must be looking for you now, they don't want no police in their way" Kerry said.
Suddenly, my stomach was tied up in knots.
"My bottle of hair coloring ain't gonna be enough of a disguise then" I said softly, "What am I going to do, Kerry?"
"I don't know yet buddy, but you gotta keep an extra low profile until we figure it out" he said, almost in a whisper, then after a long pause he said "Any of your daddy's friends that you can trust?"
"I don't know...Mickey...maybe? I'm not even sure about him, but daddy always said he was his best friend" I said.
"Maybe we can feel him out indirectly" he said.
"Why should we risk it?" I asked.
"I have a feeling Double T's friends might know how to make somebody disappear, which is just what you need right now" he said.
We stopped at the TA in Limon, CO for the night. It was still kind of early but we had to stop. We went into the Subway and got sandwiches and sat in the back more or less out of sight. After eating we went to take a shower, the place was a little crowded so we took a shower together. I think Kerry might have just wanted an excuse to see me naked again. We spent a lot of time washing each other and we were both a little excited as we got dressed. I noticed that my `new' clothes were getting a little gamey. I was going to have to do something about that. Kerry said when we got to the west coast, we'd take a day or so off to plot our next moves. I figured I could find some clothes then or at least wash these.
We were almost to Salt Lake City when Kerry got a text saying the results were in; everything came back negative, thank God. No thanks to that piece of shit Dell. I started mentally planning a celebration with Kerry later tonight. In the meantime, Kerry had put feelers out with a couple of his friends to try and get a meetup with The Big Mick, my dad's friend Mickey O'Brien. When we dropped off our load in SLC Kerry's dispatch said our next load wouldn't be ready to go out until in the morning, so we parked at a nearby truck stop for the night. Our romantic dinner was from Arby's at the truck stop; Kerry got it and brought it back to the truck. I wasn't allowed to go out until after it got dark. Per my request, we were eating in the nude and we were almost done when Kerry `accidentally' dropped some of the sauce from his Beef `n Cheddar and it suspiciously landed right on his cock. Being the good helper I am, I bent over and cleaned him up, in the process creating another problem.
It ended up with me swallowing his dick and him pulling my ass open and shoving his tongue in my hole. I was hitting my stride on his cock when he pulled me off. He didn't want to cum so soon. I laid back and enjoyed the work he was doing on my ass, he already had two fingers in there working it out. Dell never would have done anything like that, he liked to hear me scream and my crying turned him on. After about ten minutes of his tongue workout, I couldn't take any more.
"Are you going to fuck me or just lick my ass all night?" I said, looking back at him between my legs.
No answer, but I saw him getting up on his knees and acquiring his target. When he pushed it in, it was like my ass was made to fit his cock. He went in slow, but he didn't stop until I could feel his balls against the back of mine. About five minutes in, I realized that what he was doing wasn't fucking me like Dell had been doing, it was something else. He was gentle and actually seemed to be trying to figure out what made me feel good. He lifted me up and sat my butt on his thighs and asked "How's this?" When he sunk back in his dick raked right across my prostate and I gushed out a glob of precum into my navel. Kerry didn't miss a beat; he reached down and swiped it up with his finger and sucked it off. I pumped out another splat and he wiped it up and put in on his cock then began fucking me using my precum as lube. When he started slowly jacking me as he was pumping my ass, I started losing it. He stuck his thumb into my foreskin and started rubbing it around in the slick precum, making circles around and around my glans. I felt him start tensing up and he increased his speed, I came almost instantly; oozing out around his thumb. He pulled out and shot several lines of cum across my stomach. Before he could pull out the towel, I picked it up and started eating it off my fingers. Then, the weirdest thing happened, weird to me anyway; he leaned down and kissed me. Dell had never done that. I probably would have thrown up if he had, but with Kerry it was awesome. I started trying to kiss him back but I didn't really know what I was doing. He seemed to like it anyway.
Without going into boring detail, we made it to Seattle a few days later and Kerry said we were taking off a long weekend. We actually got a hotel room instead of sleeping in the truck; it wasn't anything fancy but it was clean and quiet. I wanted to see the Space Needle but they said it was $60 a person, so that wasn't happening. We did do some needed stuff. I got a haircut with a completely different style and spent Dell's remaining $26.80 on some clothes from the thrift store. Now, I actually had some Levi's and shorts and a few shirts. Kerry bought me some underwear, socks and a pair of clean, non-stinking tennis shoes.
The night before we had to get back on the road, one of Kerry's friends called with a potential meet-up place with Big Mick. He was headed west and we were headed back east so he suggested we meet somewhere in the middle, depending on how much ground we covered. We were shooting for somewhere around Minneapolis and Fargo. Kerry requested a long haul and got a trailer going all the way to Buffalo; all we had to do now is figure out where our paths would cross. Kerry said we could make it to Fargo in two days of serious driving; since Mickey was leaving from Philadelphia that should put us pretty close to the same time.
We left Seattle Monday morning and over the next two days I saw some of the most beautiful country I'd ever seen. There were mountains everywhere. I got to admit I got a little antsy coming off some of those mountain passes; it felt like we were going downhill forever. Kerry kept having to downshift through some of the steep parts, but I couldn't stay nervous because I was constantly looking around at the scenery. Once we got out around Billings, the landscape was different but still amazing. Kerry said they called it Big Sky country; I could see why.
When we started getting close to Fargo the second day, Kerry called his buddy Butters (nicknamed after the South Park character) and asked where we were supposed to meet up with Big Mick. He'd meet us at the Petro, but he was running about an hour and a half behind us. We got situated and went in Popeye's to get some dinner while we waited. We ate slowly and watched the tourists for a while. I went back up to get a refill on my Fanta Orange drink (they didn't have Mountain Dew), when I saw the flashy emerald green Peterbilt come sliding into the truck stop. There was a leprechaun with a four-leaf clover painted on the door; it was definitely Mickey all right. I started back to get Kerry, but he was already coming to intercept me.
"Stay inside for now. Let me feel him out first" he said. I nodded and went back to the table to watch through the window.
There was no way to tell what they were actually saying but I saw the emotions change on Mick's face when Kerry was speaking to him. He went from looking kinda wary, to not believing to what looked like happy. They talked a few more minutes, then Kerry nodded toward where I was sitting and Mick followed him into the restaurant. When he saw me, it took a minute for it to register. The last time I'd seen him I was probably 12-years-old; I'd changed quite a bit since then.
"Clayton James Thompson" he whispered.
"In the flesh" I replied.
"They said your old man killed you and buried you somewhere along the highway..." he said.
"Whoever they is, got it wrong, I'd say" I told him.
"CJ, where have you been since...the...uh...that day?" he asked.
"Ever heard of a guy who calls himself Dell?" I asked back.
"I don't know, what's he look like?" Mick asked.
"About 6 foot, 175lbs., greasy dark-brown combover, with a beer belly, looks stupid..." he interrupted me.
"Dale Gomolka, yeah, I know who that is. He was a piece of shit that used to hang out at the union halls sucking up to the sketchy types in the shadows. Double T always figured him to be a child molester or something" he said. My stomach instantly tied up in a huge knot. I guess he could tell something he said bothered me. "You okay kid? You're not looking too well." It only took a minute for him to put two and two together. I watched the red creep up from his neck into his face. "You were with..." I nodded and watched the muscles in his neck flex.
"I will kill that motherfucker" he said in a creepy calm way.
"We were in South Carolina, somewhere..." I whispered to him barely loud enough to be heard, he leaned in closer. "He kept me tied up and naked most of the time so I couldn't run away" Big Mick's jaw was tight from grinding his teeth. I got even quieter, "he raped me until it got to where it was no big deal after a while."
"Fuck!" was all he could say. I looked over a Kerry, he was studying Mick's reaction.
"I'd say we can trust him" Kerry said to me softly.
"You damn sure can trust me, you idiots. Clay, me and your old man, we were like brothers. Brothers! God damn it!" he said. "I was supposed to be the one to pick you up if anything ever happened. Only, when I heard about what was going on, I was two states away, and by the time I got there they said you were missing and suspected to be dead. God damn Gomolka pollack kiddie fiddler!" I cleared my throat and waited, giving Mick time to calm down a little.
"The reason we wanted to meet up with you is to see if you might know why those people might be after me, and also to see if knew anybody who can help me with a false identity" I asked. "Dell/Dale is looking for me, him and his friends."
He pulled a genuine `little black book' out of a vest pocket and flicked through the pages until he found a name, he copied it down on a napkin along with the phone number and handed it to me.
"I'll tell you this much, Clayton; if Dale Gomolka crosses my path before he finds you, you won't ever have to worry about that shit-stain again" he said "maybe you should come with me."
"Thanks Mickey, but for now I'm staying with Kerry" I said.
"I'm doing cross country flips, so I think he'll be okay with me" Kerry said, "we've been working on changing his looks."
"You packin'?" Mick asked him.
"I can be" Kerry said.
"Best you do" he replied. "Come out to my rig and we'll have a drink and a more private place to talk."
Lambodara 8/16/2021