Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2006 10:47:59 -0400
From: Miguel Sanchez <miguel_sanchez55@hotmail.com>
Subject: Love on the3 Road Ch. 3

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Love on the Road

Chapter 3

I had the alarm set for 7 so we could get up, use the bathroom and have some
coffee. Since our appointment wasn't until 9, we even had time for
breakfast. After moving a 30 pound weight off the comforter I found my
boxers and put them on. I leaned over and kissed Randy saying, "Wake up
sweetie, it's time to get moving."

Randy moved the comforter and I saw his morning wood standing tall. "Nice
view," I said smiling as he put his briefs on.

"You like seeing me like this, don't you?" He asked in a sexy voice.

"If we didn't have a load to deliver, I'd make you deliver one," I replied
grinning. "Now come on, we have time to eat before we deliver this load."

I let Ozzie out while Randy was getting dressed and I gave him his morning
canned food. Randy wanted something different for breakfast and I told him
to go for it. It was 8:30 by the time we'd finished eating and headed for
the hospital to deliver our load. Randy had crawled into the sleeper and was
about to get out when he said, "Ah shit, that's Kenny's rig."

Kenny's truck was heading in as I was heading out so I don't think he saw
Randy. "Calm down" I said as I pulled out into traffic. "I don't think he
could have seen you inside the sleeper."

I got into the turn lane as Randy said, "He's bad news Bill. I hope he
doesn't see us together."

I pulled into the hospital and found the receiving area. I set the brakes
then said, "So what if he does? He took off on you to fend for yourself.
You're with me now and nothing is going to change that."

I hopped out and took my lock off the trailer door then went to back it into
the slot. "But suppose he does see us Bill?" Randy asked as I started
backing up.

"Let him," I said as I watched my mirrors while I backed the trailer into
the hole. "Like I said, I will have a few surprises for him."

I felt the trailer ease against the loading dock and I set the brakes on
both the tractor and the trailer. Randy and I went inside and I had the man
compare the seal number on the trailer with the one on my paperwork. He
opened the trailer and soon they were unloading 30,000 pounds of hospital
supplies.

While I was getting unloaded, I signed into our secure site and got my next
load. My next load was to be picked up on the other side of Charleston which
was great. I had a short hop to pick up and would be on the road by early
afternoon. That was until I took a better look at my bills. I couldn't pick
up until tomorrow morning which meant I basically had the day off which was
fine with me because I could pick up ten hours of driving time.

We were offloaded by 11 so it was back to the truck stop for us. I found a
nice place to park then called the place where my load was and they told me
it would be ready for loading at 7:30. Randy was up in the sleeper as I
watched Kenny's rig pull out of the truck stop and head for the interstate.

I unhooked my laptop and brought it in with us as we headed for the driver's
lounge. Another thing I like about some of the bigger truck stops is that
they are more and more being geared for families. Randy found the game room
and said, "Ah Bill, could I borrow some money?"

"I take it you found the game room?"

"Yeah and they got some really cool games."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a ten and handed it to him. Randy
was so surprised by the amount that he leaned over and hugged me. "Thanks a
lot," he said as he left going back to the game room.

I booted up and logged into my messenger server to see if a couple of my
driver friends were there. I didn't think they would be on this early in the
day but I wanted to be sure before sending them email. Once that was
finished, I notified my office that I would be off duty until tomorrow
morning. I shut down the laptop then went to find Randy. I went to the game
room and watched him finish playing a game, "I'm going to take the laptop
out to the truck and let Ozzie out."

"OK Bill," he said as he put another 50 cents into the machine for another
play. "I'll either be here or in the bathroom if I have to go."

As I left to go out to the rig, I noticed a sign on the door that read "Pets
allowed on leash." I decided after I put my laptop away I would bring Ozzie
inside for a visit. He'd be a good conversation piece and he might like to
be around some other people for a change.

After letting Ozzie do his business, I went back inside to find Randy. As we
were heading to the game room, we got a few strange looks from a couple of
drivers but they didn't say anything. When I got to the game room, Randy
wasn't inside so I knew he must be in the men's room. When we went in, I
didn't see him at the urinals so he must be taking a dump. All of a sudden
Ozzie let out with a soft growl. I couldn't see anything but then I heard
Randy's voice say, "Stop it man. I'm gonna tell Bill."

Another voice then said, "I don't care who you tell faggot. You can tell the
Pope for all I care after I get some of your ass."

They were in a handicapped stall but there was no way I could crawl under
the door. I did manage to see under enough to tell who was where. The
asshole had Randy leaning over the bowl and he was behind him and both had
their pants down. "Stop it Greg," Randy said. "Ow."

"Hold still faggot," he said as I took the leash off Ozzie.

He had been pulling trying to get loose so I gave him his wish. I held his
collar then said, "Help's coming Randy" as I let Ozzie loose.

Ozzie crawled under the stall door like a shot and the next thing I heard
was growls and screams. Randy managed to get free and run out as I saw Ozzie
with a mouthful of fresh meat. I reached inside and pulled him off Randy's
attacker. "That fucker attacked me," he said as blood streamed down his ass.

"Serves you right for trying to rape a child," I said.

"I was just sitting taking a shit when he attacked," he said.

"Then why did this boy come running out of the same stall?" I asked holding
Ozzie back.

All of a sudden the door opened and a couple of the drivers came in to see
what all the commotion was about. "What the hell is going on in here?" One
driver asked.

The wounded perv started to speak when Randy said, "He tried to rape me and
my Dad found me and stopped him."

"That's a fucking lie," the perv said. "This faggot crawled under the stall
and was blackmailing me to have sex with him."

"Oh yeah," another driver said. "How come his shirt is clean if he crawled
under that door? This floor is filthy."

"Would you like to get reacquainted with Ozzie?" I asked.

"OK, OK, OK," he said. "The prick the kid used to be with owes me and he
would let me take it in trade with the boy."

Randy started crying when that confession was heard. I put Ozzie on his
leash then went over to comfort my love. "Shh now son," I said softly. "That
wasn't your fault."

"But they know now," he said through his tears.

The larger of the two drivers said, "Yes son, we know there is a guy out
there that used you. Your friend here is right, it wasn't your fault and we
don't think less of you now because we know. You're a pretty brave kid in my
book."

The perv tried to ease himself out of the cubicle when Ozzie started
growling. I looked at him and said, "Well dip shit, I only see one way out
of this. You can confess to the cops or have your life, as you know it,
totally and permanently fucked up. It's your choice."

The perv decided to turn himself into the cops and admit to everything so
Randy wouldn't have to testify and not too many questions would be asked.

After several hours of talking with police, we were finally able to go back
about our business. One local officer said it was probably a good thing
Ozzie was there because the doors to those stalls were reinforced so it
would have been hard for someone to break then down.

It was getting late and Ozzie was more than ready for a little cat nap. When
we got into the sleeper Randy wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.
"Thank you Bill. I didn't want him to fuck me. I wanted that to happen with
someone I loved."

"As it should be baby," I said not meaning it had to be me. "That is a very
special moment because once it's over, your virginity is gone. Did he
penetrate you?"

"I'm not sure," he said. "I felt something and it did start to hurt."

"Can I see?" I asked wanting to be sure he was alright.

He undid his jeans then lowered them and his briefs in one motion. He rolled
on his side and pulled his cheek up so I could see his most private of
places. There was a little redness there but otherwise no damage. I patted
Randy's butt and he got dressed. I was starving so I knew Randy had to be
too since we both missed lunch over the incident in the men's room so we
headed over to the restaurant for a good meal.

When we walked in, there were a lot of looks from some of the drivers and a
few came up and asked how Randy was. One even asked if Ozzie was alright
after taking a bite out of that miserable perp. After everyone was done
talking with us, we went inside and ordered dinner.

Randy looked at the menu and decided to order a half of fried chicken. I
decided on the king cut prime rib with baked potato. I knew Randy was a big
eater but I didn't think he would be able to put away the chicken along with
an order of fries and a salad.

When the salad arrived, that was gone in no time. As was half a glass of
tea. I decided on not having a salad because I was going to be having 16
ounces of prime rib. We sat and talked when my cell phone started ringing.
One of the friends I had emailed was calling me back. With all that had
happened I clean forgot to check my mail.

My friend Mac was calling me from outside but evidently didn't or couldn't
see my rig. I told him I was in the restaurant and no sooner had I closed my
phone, he was walking inside. "Big Mac," I said laughing.

He used to eat them all the time before he finally hooked up with a good
company and started making decent money. "Wild Bill," he said smiling.
"Who's your partner there?"

"Mac, this is Randy," I said motioning Randy to scoot over.

Randy looked over and said, "Hi, nice to meet you."

I could see Mac looking at Randy and wondered if I had misjudged him. One
thing I've learned out here on the road is to never totally trust someone.
"Didn't I see you with some sleazy fat dude a while back?"

Randy's eyes quickly dropped to the table. "Uh Mac," I started. "That's
kinda what I wanted to talk with you about."

Mac put his big arm around Randy's shoulder then said, "Relax son. I don't
know what that sleaze ball did to you, but if he hurt you, I'll fix his ass
but good."

"That's what I wanted to talk about," I said hoping that would relax Randy.
"That guy was just plain bad news. Randy, relax son."

"I'm sorry Bill," Randy whined. "It's just with everything he put me through
I get scared when someone else brings it up."

Now one thing you have to know about Big Mac and that he's a big softy.
Don't let his size fool you, he can handle himself but inside, he's just a
big pussy cat. He ruffled Randy's hair saying, "I'm sorry Randy. I just wish
I'd known then. I would have tried to do something about it."

Just then the waitress came out with our dinner as I said, "It's OK Mac; I
just want to get this guy off Randy's case. I don't give a shit about what
he's doing, just as long as he leaves Randy alone."

The waitress set our food down and Randy immediately dug in. "Look, I want
to check a couple of thing out," Mac said standing up. "I'll see you guys
later. Enjoy your dinner."

I looked over at Randy and he had the GPS and bills I printed out on the
next load we were getting. "It's about 250 miles to Jacksonville, Bill,"
Randy said. "We could be there and off loaded by late tomorrow afternoon."

"Sounds like a plan, if it works out," I said sipping some of my coffee as I
let my meal start to digest.

As Randy was finishing his soda, Big Mac came back in and pulled up a chair.
"I found a few things out about that ass wipe," he started. "First off, he's
always one step ahead of some repo people who are after his truck. The next
thing is there is a warrant out for him in New York."

"Whoa," Randy said. "Do you know what it's for?"

"Not really," Mac replied. "The only thing I could find out was it's a
felony warrant."

Randy got real quiet and was suddenly lost in very deep thought. "Can I use
the cell phone, Bill?" He asked, still looking like he was somewhere between
lost and found.

"Sure son," I replied reaching in my pocket and handing it to him. "What's
wrong?"

He didn't answer me as he punched some numbers in then put it to his ear. He
let it ring for several minutes then quietly handed it back to me. Tears
started to fall from his eyes as I quickly maneuvered around Mac to get to
him. Wrapping my arms around him I asked, "What is it son? Who did you
call?"

Randy was sobbing into my shoulder and I just made out "My Mom."

An eerie feeling came over me and I didn't want to think the worst. "Maybe
she's passed out. Do you have an answering machine?"

Randy shook his head no. "She always answers, even if she's stoned."

I was now wondering what that warrant for Kenny was for. If Randy's mother
was dead, someone was going to need to care for him. I just couldn't see the
court letting a trucker, and a gay one to boot, foster or adopt this child.

We had been in the restaurant for three hours now and I know Ozzie was
itching to get out of the truck and do his nightly business. I looked at
Randy and said, "We need to let Ozzie out. Can you do that while I pay the
check?"

Randy nodded his head and he and Mac went to take Ozzie out. I got the check
and paid it then I needed to use the men's room. After doing my business, I
went out to find Randy. I was walking in between two trucks when I heard
someone walking up behind me. I thought it was Randy and Ozzie but when I
went to see who it was, the lights went out.

I don't know how long I was out but the next thing I remember was seeing
Randy, Mac and Ozzie standing over me. It took a couple of minutes before I
could focus and the first thing I saw was Ozzie. I tried to sit up and my
head started spinning. "Whoa Bill," Mac said. "You need to get to a
hospital."

"Oh bullshit," I said. "I've hit myself harder than this before. Now help me
sit up."

Randy took my hand and helped me sit up and this time I wasn't sitting on a
spinning top. Ozzie tried to crawl onto my lap but I didn't need 30 pounds
of lap cat at that particular moment.

I held my hand up for Mac to take it and help me to my feet. I took this
venture in two moves. I got to my knees and didn't seem that much worse for
wear so I decided to really go for the gusto and stand up. I got to my feet
and looked at Randy and smiled. About that time my knees started to buckle
and Mac wrapped his big arm around me and said, "Hold on man, I got you."

He helped me over to the rig and I sat on the step of the fuel tank to let
the cobwebs clear out of my head. Randy got the door open and Ozzie got
himself out of our way.

With the door open and some light shining Randy looked at the back of my
head and he saw a little dried blood. He got a clean rag from inside the
truck and poured some water from a bottle on to wet it then pressed it
gently against my now aching head. I winched on pain as the water stung the
cut on my head. "How bad is it?" I asked.

Mac eased the hair aside. "Not that bad Bill but you got one hell of a goose
egg there."

I had Randy get a towel out and put it on my pillow and together they
managed to get me up and into the rig.

I found my Tylenol and took two then had Randy help me get undressed. I had
to be up and alert by 8 and I knew this was going to be a neat trick. Once I
was in my undies, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

To be continued