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I was three hours over log limit and startin’ to see headlights in the sky, so I decided I’d better stop at the Iowa 80 Truckstop in eastern Iowa. They had a decent cook and 23 private showers in a truckers-only area on the second floor. I figured that’s just what this trucker needed to shake off my NoDoz jitters… so I could get into North Platte in one piece before noon.
.....I rumbled off the exit ramp extra slow, then curled around into the truck area. When I climbed down from my old Peterbilt even my legs were shakin! I rumbled around in my locker door ‘till I found my ditty bag and a threadbare towel and started for the building.
.....I must’ve looked like something from another planet, cause a tourist mommy gathered up her kids tight when I walked by & her beer-gut man avoided my eyes. No doubt my sweat-stained, all-black Johnny Cash look—with my chrome hand-cuff belt added to their fear. I decided to add to the effect with my best Jack Nicholson leer. Now it was them shakin!
.....I laughed to myself as I climbed up the stairs to the shower. Sometimes I am such a nasty ass! I thought for a split second about sittin' in the Driver's Den to watch a movie, but knew if I did, I'd pass right out… so I mosed on into the showers.
.....At 3am, there wasn’t much traffic in the showers. Just one other dude in the next stall, open to see all. A ponytailed, skinny-ass guy with tons of tatts and one hell’ova piece of meat.
.....I was so tired I quickly forgot about him and turned on that fantastic hot water. It didn’t even smell this time of year. I lathered up my head and just relaxed in the stream.
.....“Where ya bound for stranger?” I heard him yell. I rinsed my eyes off and yelled back, “Nebraska”.
.....“That right?” he drawled (from Oklahoma I thought). “I’d like to get out there myself. I got a job waiting if I can make it to Grand Island before 5 tonight.”
.....“That so.” I countered. “What kind of job you landing?” “I’m gonna start on on local haul rigs ‘till I can learn to do the big rigs and get my Class II license!” he grinned. “Name’s Rascal” he nodded, walking over to my stall with outstretched hand.
.....I shook his hand. “Name’s Ringo” I laughed. “My momma was head over heels for that beatle, so I got stuck with it I guess.” We both laughed.
.....It was then that I noticed the ring in his left nipple. “Where’d you get that done Rascal?” I asked. He looked down and kind of sheephly said, “Oh up in Sturgis South Dakota a couple years back. I was runnin’ with a guy that wanted me to have it done, so I did it.”
.....There it was. My “gaydar” finally overcame my lack of sleep and I felt a surge of blood flowing into “Crowbar”, the name I give my dick. “Well, I said, the only steel I have in me is right down here, “I said, lifting Crobar up and wiping away the suds.
.....“H’H’Holy shit man!” Rascal whispered. “Godamn that musta hurt! I mean my little tit hurt like a bitch, so I can’t even think what that musta felt like!”
.....I looked up and him and smiled and he litterally blushed. “Actually, I didn’t have it done for me Rascal… I had it done for them what gets to feel it.”
.....He didn’t say a word, but the smile on his face said everything; we’d made ourselves perfectly clear. When you’re on the road, you don’t have time for wine & flowers.
.....“Tell you what amigo, Let me rinse off my soap here and then let’s you and I go get some of Cookie’s chili downstairs. You look like you could use some grub.”
.....He nodded enthusiastically, not taking one step back. “Actually Ringo, I’ve been doin’ odd jobs around here for the last week for the GM Jack and he let me stay in one of the empty bunks. I haven’t asked him for any food. I’d sure appreciate it man. I know I could repay you somehow…”
.....I looked straight down at his now-growing meat. “I’m sure we can work something out Rascal. I’m just sure we can. Why don’t you start by wiping the suds off my back for me…” I winked.
.....He took my washcloth and began wiping me down with amazingly strong hands for such skinny arms. I nodded my head into the shower stream and he began to work his way down my back.
.....Soon he was rubbing my cheeks. I got a raging hard-on and I was bettin’ he did too. “Whoa there pardner! Let’s save it for a more private spot. We don’t want to scare any red-neck tanker jockeys up here!”
.....He laughed, but when I turned around he was hard as I was. Not too thick but a good, honest 9” tool. “You’d better get under some cold water pard!” I laughed. “Look who’s talkin’ Ringo!” he laughed as he walked back to the end of the stall.
.....I tried not to think of getting’ back to the sleeper while I got dressed, but it was a chore to stuff Crowbar back into my 501s. I decided to wear my clean T-shirt on the outside. It was a pic of Bruce Springsteen’s butt—in Levis, unfortunately—standing in front of an American flag, red hat hangin out of his right back pocket. I didn’t think young Rascal would know what that meant.
.....By the time I got dressed he came down from is locker to me. His pants had holed-out knees and his cuffs and pocket trim was threadbare. Seemed like every other belt loop was missin’ too. “I know, I know he said… but it’s all I got. Least it’s clean he protested.”
.....“Look Rascal, I been there too. Not to worry. It’s what’s in yer head ‘n heart that counts anyway.” I said softly. “Anyway, I been up on my luck lately, so I’d count it a friendship if you’d let me spot you a pair of new pants & a shirt. Someday you may find me down and you can return the favor.”
.....As I looked at him I could see him swallowing the little pride he had left. “Well, OK then—long as you understand that it’s just a loan. Soon as I get to workin’ again I can send you off the money right away.”
.....“Tell you what. I countered. I’ll let you repay me for the pants & shirt if you’ll let me gift you some new boots—as a friend-to-friend. I’ll let you pay me for them other ways!” I grinned.
.....He returned my smile and stuck out his hand for a shake. I took it and pumped hard. “Let’s go eat!”
.....We wandered into the café and sat down. “My treat—this trip" I said quick. My favorite waitress Bea swaggered over, one hand on her hip, chewin’ gum as always.
.....“Well, well, well… if it ain’t Ringo!” she started. I thought you musta died in a rigflip or somethin’ ‘cause I never did get any phone calls after our last little party!” She raised her eyebrow for effect, turning to wink at Rascal.
.....“Now Bea, you know how hard it is for me to remember things like phone numbers! I thought about you all the time though…” I offered with mock seriousness.
.....“Yah, I’m sure you did honey,” she laughed. “Every time you found a waitress hat or some poor boy's BVDs in yer sleeper. Every damn time I just bet!” We were all laughin’ now.
.....“What’l it be boys?” she said pullin’ her pencil from behind her ear. “Well, I’d like the chili/steak/4-egg special with a jug ‘o java. What about you Rascal?”
.....“That sounds good to me too Bea.” He said softly. I added quickly, “Bea, I just lost a bet to Rascal here, so the check’s on me tonight.”
.....“I’ll just bet you did Ringo… it IS damn long isn’t it?” she laughed, slapping Rascal on the shoulder as she walked away. He could NOT have turned any redder.
.....“Well, looks like we have a lot in common Rascal!” I chuckled. “Well, er, actually, I don’t often do… well, you know… women,” he said in a low voice. “I know, I know boy,” I said as I reached across and put my hand on top of his.
.....“Me neither, but now and then it’s nice to visit the other camp ain’t it?” He smile back at me and flushed. This time not from embarrassment.
.....I still had my hand on his when Bea came back with the coffee. Nether one of us heard her comin’. “Aww, now that IS sweet boys… and I do mean that. You two has good hearts. It’d be kinda nice to see you ride together a while. Just don’t forget to collect another waitress cap now and then!”
.....I reached over and gave her big bottom a squeeze. “You’re a good woman Bea!” “I know, I know that…” she said and gave me a strange little smile. I thought I saw a tear in her eye as she turned away.
.....“You wearing that T-shirt for a reason hoss?” asked Rascal. My mouth dropped open. “Well, hell… I may be only 22, but I been around a few blocks already,” he drawled. Shit! I thought… this is getting better all the time!
.....“Well, yes I am wearin’ it for a reason,“ I said slowly. “And what would you be knowin’ about red flags in back pockets?”
.....“Oh, I figure that’s red right, so I figure maybe you catch some, right?” he asked me grinnin’ from ear-to-ear. “Yah, I do bottom red—most of the time. But when I find a man with a big enough cave, I do like to pitch too.”
.....“OK, then,” he said leaning toward me and talking more softly. “That feller I told you about that had me pierce my tit? Well, he was a trucker too, but rode bike with the Outlaws outta Detroit.”
.....“It was him taught me all about fisting,” he was talking faster now. “at first, when he told me what he wanted me to do I thought he was kiddin, you know? But then when he showed me how to hold my hand… well, damn! It just popped right in there!
.....“He taught me how to eat ass good too! Try me once and you’ll come back for seconds!” he laughed.
.....“He teach you how to clean out good?” I asked. “Yah, but he took the shower hose thingy with him when he left, so I don’t have any way to do it now.”
.....“No problemmo amigo… I just happened to have one along—and with a spare plastic tip too!” I grinned. So it began…
.....Bea brought our plates and more coffee and we ate in silence for awhile. The way Rascal was wolfin’ down the food I could tell it’d been a long time since he’d had a good meal. He finished his plate before I was halfway done, so I flagged Bea and ordered him some Dutch apple pie a lá mode.
.....He was still workin’ on it when I asked him another question. “You been tested Rascal?”
.....He looked up from the plate quick. “Yessiree Bob… they have a county clinic near here that tests you for free. Bea had me go over there before she’d let me in her trailer. I’ve got a clean bill of health—even have the papers to show for it too.” He stared to reach into his backpack.
.....“No, don’t do that now.” I said. “Let’s both show our pedigrees when we get to the truck. I just want to know who I’m gonna squirt with and you should too.”
.....“Oh, I do hoss, I do,” he grinned, then turned back to his apple soup. I flagged Bea again. She ambled over to our booth, still able to sashay her stuff. “I’ll take that ticket now darlin’,” I drawled. As she peeled it out of her stack she said, “You two don’t do anything that Bea wouldn’t do now!”
.....Rascal grinned up at her and said, “Well now, we just might do some things you can’t do Bea!”
.....“I suppose that’s possible Rascal… you got plumbing I don’t have!” she laughed. Then she bent down and kissed him. Next she took my face in her hands and bent down and deep-throated me.
.....“Now then… you’re all lubed up Ringo!” She cackled as she raised up. She kept on cacklin’ as she walked away. Obviously pleased with herself. Rascal gave her a friendly whack on hre cute butt as she passed.
.....I pulled out my wallet by the chain and counted out some bills. “Thank you very much for dinner Ringo,” Rascal said seriously. “I suppose you know that was more food than I’ve had the past week combined.”
.....“Kinda figured that might be the case amigo. Not to worry though, you’re gonna earn your vittles!” I smiled. A big grin spread under his coal-black eyes. “I can’t wait to repay you hoss…” he said, reaching under the table to squeeze my knee.
.....I put my had on his for a second and then got up out of the booth. When he did, I noticed his basket had a nice long lump down one leg. Swelling myself, I walked toward the cashier.
.....I handed her the bill and she just shook her head. “Already took care of, she smiled.”
.....“Whatta you mean ‘took care of’”, I asked. She pointed over my shoulder. I turned around in tandem with Rascal to see Bea and Jack standin’ in a corner. Larry just smiled and nodded at us and Bea gave a big wink.
.....I gave ‘em a big smile and a salute and mouthed “Thank You!” without making a sound. Rascal turned red, but walked over and shook Jack’s hand. “I won’t forget you man.” He said proudly, finally turning around and walking back toward me.
.....“Hope this don’t mean you don’t want to repay me for dinner Rascal,” I giggled. “Well hell, that changes everything hoss! Now I’m doin’ it just ‘cause I want to!”
.....The sky was getting’ lighter in the west by the time we got outdoors and ambled back to the truck.

[This is one of a dozen short stories (a future short novel) involving Ringo and escapes in the sleeper in his Peterbilt rig. Let me know if you like this one. ]