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Chapter Four
I got out of the truck to go use the restroom one more time before we got on the road. I did my business and started back out of the restroom when all hell broke loose. As soon as I stepped into the convenience store portion of the truck stop, I saw motherfucking Dale Gomolka talking to the cashier. I kept my head down and edged my way around the perimeter of the store and out the door, where I saw the state trooper who stopped us earlier over by Kerry; it looked like he was being interrogated. I didn't know what to do. I panicked and ran for the highway. I scrolled to the recent calls and hit the number for Mickey, it rang four times and went to voicemail. I jumped into the drainage ditch and crawled inside the culvert under the driveway, careful to stay out of sight.
The phone rang and I answered it within the first half ring.
"What's up?" Mickey said.
"We're in trouble" I said, and explained the situation to him.
"Give me one minute to make a call. Be ready to do your best truck monkey act when Kerry's truck starts out" then it was dead line again.
I waited for what felt like a lifetime, but probably no more than five minutes. The sirens of the state trooper's car were deafening as he sped out of the truck stop to get on the highway. Thanks Mickey! I took a chance to peek and saw Kerry starting up the truck. I crawled to the opposite side of the driveway and got ready. When he got on top of the driveway, I jumped up and ran over and grabbed the bar and started climbing the truck. I opened the door just enough to get in then slammed it. Kerry got onto the entrance ramp to the interstate; it was like a chase in slow motion. I looked in the side mirror and I saw the beat-up gray truck behind us; Dale and some other greasy thug I'd seen around the trailer. If we could make it about 15 miles we'd be in North Carolina and at least the corrupt cop would be out of his jurisdiction.
"How the hell did they know?" Kerry asked, echoing my own thoughts. "Look in that compartment and get a box of ammo and load those two mags!" Kerry yelled; he laid the loaded Glock on the console. Dale pulled up beside us once we were on the highway; he appeared to be frantically talking to somebody on the phone. I pulled out the burner phone and texted Mickey. I-77 north of Rock Hill. Gomolka and one goon pacing us. What can we do? Five seconds later: Stay cool. Help on the way. Up ahead I saw a cattle hauler move from the left lane into the middle land, directly in front of Dale, then slow down. Dale tried to get over and go around him, but the big truck moved back over and Kerry took the middle lane. Farther up the road there was suddenly a reefer truck in the right lane, blocking access from that direction. Behind us came two more trucks, one in the fast lane and one in the middle; they were boxing Dale in. Kerry sped up and soon we were in North Carolina. Mickey called back and I put him on speaker.
"Don't stop until your fuel is critical" he said.
"No arguments from me" Kerry answered.
"How the hell did they know you were there?" Mick asked.
"Not sure" Kerry said, but I thought I knew. I came to me that the bank manager knew who I was.
"The bank manager" I said out loud, "He recognized me. He gave me condolences on dad."
"They must have feelers out everywhere they thought you might show up. Don't go back to South Carolina, do you understand me?" Mickey said sharply, more an order than a suggestion.
"Yes, sir" I answered, since it felt like a dressing down from my dad.
"And Kerry, you're about to change trucks" Mickey said.
"Now wait a minute..." Kerry started to object.
"Either that or your relationship is over and Clay comes with me" he spat at Kerry.
"I still owe money on this rig, there's no way..." he was saying.
"There is a way. Let me handle it. As soon as you drop that trailer, call me. I mean it Kerry" Mickey said.
"Yes, sir" Kerry said, mimicking my answer.
Kerry drove to the very limit of what he could get by with on the ELD before we stopped for some rest. He filled up the fuel and we parked in the middle of a crowd of trucks. I was so pumped up on adrenalin from earlier I sat watch during the night so Kerry could get some sleep. Late into the night I was drifting in and out of sleep. I must have dozed off because Kerry scared the shit out of me when he tapped my shoulder and took the pistol out of my lap. He pointed to the bunk and told me to get some real rest. He went out long enough to grab us something to eat and some coffee and we took off. I asked to go to the bathroom, but he pointed to the big cup and reminded me that's what got us in trouble the last time.
We didn't stop until we were dropping the trailer in Wheeling. As promised, as soon as the trailer was dropped, I called Mickey on the burner.
"Go to the Freightliner place in Pittsburgh. Ask for Tommy LaCosta. He will have everything arranged" Mickey said.
"How... I don't get... what?" Kerry stumbled over his words trying to figure out what was going on.
"Don't think. Don't question. Just do." Mickey said "Do you understand?"
"We understand Mickey" I said for Kerry "we're in motion right now." I pointed at the road and Kerry started rolling. I did a search for the Freightliner dealer and started the GPS.
When we pulled into the lot a man came running out and directed us to the back of the shop. He climbed up on Kerry's side and when he opened the door, he told us to get anything we planned on keeping. We scurried to empty all the storage compartments and piled everything up. The guy came back with a plastic crate for us to transport it all in. My dad's mysterious notebook went into my backpack which was strapped tightly to my back. It took two trips to get everything, which we were then directed to what looked like a brand-new Freightliner Cascadia. As red as Kerry's truck was, this Freightliner was probably as much or more intensely blue. As we were getting the last of the stuff out of Kerry's truck, the crew was already stripping all the decals off the doors. Another man came out of the dealership. He was kind of short and hairy, and said he was Tommy, Mickey's friend. He handed Kerry the keys and said he had arranged a job for us, we were to pick up in a half hour and gave Kerry the address.
"What about paperwork, all that?" Kerry said.
"Taken care of" Tommy said "courtesy of Mr. O'Brien and his friends."
"But how?" Kerry said.
"Fuhgetaboutit" Tommy said and shrugged.
Kerry was at a loss for anything else to say, so he just turned around and started up into the cab.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot" Tommy said "Mick says you gotta change the pipsqueak's looks again."
"Got it" Kerry said. Tommy fake-saluted and walked back inside; me and Kerry took off in our brand-new truck.
We were in Albany, NY before our guardian angel agreed that we could stop. We were both exhausted after the current events. We grabbed a quick bite to eat and hit the sack. We slept like logs until way up in the night. I woke up because I was on the verge of cumming. I guess I'd popped a bone in the middle of the night and Kerry decided to take care of it for me. When my eyelids fluttered open, his nose was buried in my bush and his swallowing was about to squeeze the cum out of me and straight into his stomach. I tried to push him away but it was too late, and my cum flew all over his face and my stomach. Now that I was wide awake, I wanted to drop a deuce and take a shower. My bodyguard came with me. He stood guard while I was doing my gruntings, then he insisted we take a shower together. Since it was around three in the morning there wasn't a line and we went straight in. I made sure to thoroughly clean my stomach, pubes and especially my ass. When it was sparkling clean, I turned and offered it to Kerry. He did one more inspection of it before slapping a little soap on it and easing himself inside. If anybody else had come in, there would have been no question what we were doing in there, but luckily, we remained alone. After he busted what felt like a huge load in me, I squirted it out and washed again before we dried off and got dressed to head back to the truck. I had to drag him in the right direction, when he instinctively tried to go to a red Kenworth about three slots down.
We decided that neither of us was probably going to get anymore sleep right now, so he went ahead and checked everything out and we got back on the road. Our drop was in Bangor Maine, we decided to stop later and get breakfast; 4:00am was a little too early. In the quiet of darkness, I sat back and started wondering, who the hell is Mickey O'Brien? How does he have this kind of power at his fingertips? Independent trucker, my ass. When we meet up with him, I'm going to get answers. As if reading my mind, Kerry cleared his throat.
"What do you know about that Mickey? I thought you said he was an independent trucker like your dad? And, some kind of union guy?" he asked.
"No idea" I said, "I thought he was just dad's best friend, but there seems to be a lot more to it than that."
"That's the understatement of the decade" Kerry said, falling back into silence until we saw a sign for McDonald's. He pulled off the highway and handed me his debit card and I ran in and got up some food, then we kept going.
We got our delivery to Bangor around 10:15, unfortunately they didn't have a door open until 12:30 so we had to sit and wait to drop off our trailer. Kerry asked them if they had anything going out and lined up a short haul to Philly. He said he'd line up something else when we got there. He didn't have enough drive-time left to go all the way, so we made an early day and stopped in Sturbridge, Mass. for the night. Kerry's phone rang, it was Mickey. I was only hearing one side of the conversation.
"I only had five hours driving time left, so we stopped early" Kerry said.
"Yeah, he's in the truck with me" he said.
"Seriously?" he said.
"Yes, sir. Good night" he hung up the phone.
"What was that all about?" I asked.
"Our self-appointed guardian checking up on us...well, mainly you" he said. "He was asking why we stopped early, he said he has a gps tracker on the truck. Oh, and he said I should have called him to find out where I should go next. Apparently, I answer to him now."
"Jesus! I'm sorry I got you into all this shit, man" I said sadly.
"Me too" he said, but quickly recanted and said "No, not really. If I hadn't been there, you might have still been with that scumbag, or some pervert might have picked you up...and...I really like you a lot. I..." long pause "yeah, I like you a whole lot."
I felt like he was about to say something else but censored himself.
"Besides. I checked the balance on my loan for my Kenworth and it was gone" he said.
"You mean, no balance?" I asked.
"No, it's like there was never a loan" he said "anyway, after we drop this short haul tomorrow, we have to call Mick. He's set up a long haul going to Tucson; wants to show us something around El Paso."
"Oh yeah, and your looks...he reached behind him and picked up a sack he'd brought in from the truck stop. He pulled out a small box with a picture of clippers on it.
"Ohhhh no!, We're not doing this!" I yelled.
"Afraid we are, buddy, when we get out west, we'll find you a cowboy hat" he said smiling.
"No, I'm not..." I started.
"Yes, according to Mr. O'Brien, you are" he said.
"Mickey said..."
"Yes"
I sat quietly while he cut my hair into a stupid-looking crew cut. I felt a twinge of how I felt in the trailer park prison, but we'd already learned to do what Mickey said. After he was done, I carefully pulled off my tee-shirt and caught the hair to shake it out outside. Now I was itching all over so we had another shower, I put on my last clean clothes and we got me a baseball cap. When we got in, Kerry pulled the cap off. I felt naked without my hair. Kerry rubbed his hand over the short-cropped fuzz.
"I kind of like it" he said "You look like a tough boy. You better watch out; somebody might try to molest you tonight."
"Just a typical Thursday" I said.
That was the night our relationship changed. Kerry seemed to be infatuated with my crewcut. He kept petting me like a dog or something. When we turned in, I was sucking him and he kept pushing me lower, until my hair was scratching the insides of his thighs and I was licking his ass. He grabbed his legs and pulled them up which opened his ass to me. I went back in to lick some more, figuring that's what he wanted. He grabbed my head and forced my face into his ass.
"Get your tongue in there" he grunted.
I began to try to do what he had done to me that drove me crazy. I shoved as much of my tongue as far into him as I could until my jaw was aching, then wet a finger and worked it in.
"That's it" he said, panting.
I tried two fingers and he was easily accepting them.
"Fuck me" he said.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Fuck me!"
I got up on my knees and looked for the lube but we still hadn't gotten all our stuff straightened out. He spit in his hand and rubbed it on his asshole. I got the idea, I lined up and spit on my dick then tried to push in. I was blocked at first but then he pushed out and my whole dick went in until my balls were on his ass. He made a loud grunt and started pushing himself back and forth on my dick. I took over and started pounding him with everything I had in me. I leaned down toward him and he rubbed my hair stubble with both hands before pulling me down onto him for a kiss. This was the first time I'd ever fucked anything besides my hand so, needless to say, I came fast and hard. It was a five minute/five-gallon cum. Kerry was jerking himself double-time and squeaked out "cumming" I pulled out of him and sucked his dick into my mouth just in time to catch his load.
"Oh my god, that was fantastic!" he said, completely out of breath.
"I didn't think you liked to take it" I said.
"Only with somebody special" he said grinning, "you're somebody special, by the way."
"I see" I said. I looked down. "It's leaking out of your..."
"Oooh, grab a towel. Don't want to fuck up my new truck" he said. I couldn't find a towel, so I used the dirty tee-shirt I took off earlier. I looked at him lying there looking up at me so contented and something came over me.
"Kerry, I think I'm falling in love with you" I said, almost in a whisper.
"I'm way ahead of you on that one, buddy" he replied. "That's why I'm carrying a gun, that's why you got that haircut. I'll do anything Mickey says to keep him from taking you away from me. I'll kill for you if I have to."
I lay down beside him and he turned the light off. I put my head on his shoulder and I could feel him rubbing his chin in my stubble. I yawned, then he yawned and we both fell asleep. I felt like this was right. Nothing else in my life made any sense right now, but dammit, this was how it was supposed to be.
Lambodara 8/22/2021
"Never love anyone who treats you like you're ordinary." – Oscar Wilde