I stared at the iridescent bubbles popping in my cafĂ© au lait, spoon swirling the muddy liquid to cool it. 2 a.m. slump hit hard that summer of 1986. Fresh off acing finals, Dad hooked me this night gig at the 24/7 gas station on the city outskirts. Pre-bypass, truckers swarmed for fuel and sleep. Now? Dying spot, rare rigs rolling in. 10 p.m. to 6 a.m., light vehicles my turf, colleague handled heavies. Dead hours between 2 and 5, drowsiness crept in. We’d scrub pumps for bonus cash, kill time.
Door chime snapped me alert. Short, stocky guy, thirties, messy black hair, three-day stubble. Faded jeans, wrinkled tee. Not handsome, but magnetic. Toiletry bag on a white towel with blue floral patterns clutched in hand. Nodded hello, hit the vending machine. Chemical black coffee dispensed. He eyed me head to toe, grabbed cup, hesitated, then slid into my booth. Set down bag, towel, brew. ‘Habla español?’ Gravelly low voice. ‘No.’ Italian yes, Spanish no. Brown-black eyes locked. Thick features, appealing. ‘InglĂ©s?’ ‘Yes, a little bit,’ French accent thick. Sipped slow, staring. ‘I’m going back home.’ Heavy Spanish roll. ‘Ah…’
The Stopover
CafĂ©s drained, eyes fused. Neck tingled—his hunger pulsed unspoken. Dick swelled at the thought. Nothing since Easter. ‘Where is the shower?’ R-rrolled Rs. Pointed to men’s room. Locked stalls, my maid duty—hated scrubbing, but clean so far. ‘Go there, I must open the door.’ Silent trek. Key out, unlocked cabin. Vestibule-douche setup, soap-cheap cologne-cleaner stink. ‘You have quarter, 15 minutes,’ fingers flashing 15. He turned. ‘Do you want to come with me?’ Ears burned. Watch check—short time. His hand grazed my cheek, electric jolt. Door shut behind me.
The Transit
Clothes flew. Muscled, tanned, furred chest, beer gut. Thick cock rigid, solid length. ‘Undress you too.’ Shoes kicked, short-slip-tee gone. Arms locked, tongues invaded—hot thick probe. Bodies ground, cocks slid, balls kneaded. Ass cheeks gripped hard. Musky scent, stubble scraped. Hand pumped my shaft, I matched on his fat prick. Rhythm built tremors. Dropped to hairy tits, tongue-lash, nibble. Pubic jungle wafted male funk. Kneeled, unveiled purple head from black bush. Lips teased glans, tongue circled frenulum. Swallowed whole, lips tight, slow withdraw, tongue flick. Gagged moans echoed.
Sucked faster, he thrust deep—hoarse groan, eased off. Tongue danced shaft. Colleague bellowed, ‘Where you at?’ Toilets banged. Froze. Voices faded. Quick jerk-off frenzy, lips crashed. Cum spurted thick in palms. Rinsed sticky ropes under water, dressed hasty. ‘Go after work.’ Nod, kiss. ‘See you at 6.’ Face splashed cold, sweat-slick. Lied to colleague—heat, shift lag. Watched him emerge shaved clean, hit his rig. Pump-scrub dragged; dawn couldn’t come fast.