Date: Wed, 14 Jan 2004 14:33:58 -0700
From: Wade Wright <wadewright@att.net>
Subject: Highway Overpass

			     Highway Overpass

			      By: Wade Wright

	Jimmy was standing on the highway overpass regrouping himself from
the first 25 miles of his bike ride.  He was taking a break to have a
protein bar and some water before he headed on.  He had been using his 10
speed bike as a conditioning program to get himself a little bit more back
in physical shape, as he remembered himself about 10 years earlier.
	As Jimmy stood there, eating his protein bar and refreshing his
liquid level, he noticed a pickup truck approaching from his left.  This
road was so seldom used, being a road that kind of went from nowhere to
nowhere, that he was rather surprised to see anybody else on the road, and
of course did wonder just where this truck was coming from, and just where
it was going to.  The interstate under this overpass was of course very
busy, but this county road was very seldom used.  Jimmy liked to use it for
his bike riding because of that fact.
	Jimmy continued his resting and refreshing as he watched the truck
approach, and slowly pass him.  He noticed that the driver was a young man
about his own age, about 28 or 29, and he also noticed that this young man
did pay a lot of attention to him, and an extra lot of attention, as he
drove past very slowly.  Jimmy did know that although the bridge was not a
wide bridge, it was not necessary to drive past quite as slowly as the
truck had passed.
	Jimmy watched as the truck drove on, then pulled over to the side
of the road as it left the bridge.  The young man got out.  He started
walking back onto the bridge, toward Jimmy.  Jimmy watched him approach,
and wondered just what and why this person was doing whatever he was up to.
He had noticed just how specifically this driver had looked him over as he
drove past, and now he was walking back onto the bridge.
	As Jimmy stood there in the middle of the overpass, the young man
approached and simply said, "Hi.  I'm Gary."  He then placed his elbows on
the railing of the bridge, bent over, leaned on the railing and watched the
traffic beneath them pass by.
	Jimmy replied with, "Hi, I'm Jimmy.  How are you?"
	The young man did not reply with an answer to the, "How are you?"
	Jimmy was starting to really wonder just what was up with this
person, and as he finished his protein bar, he remained very casual, and he
too leaned on the railing and watched the traffic pass by.
	"You bike on this road often don't you?"  Gary asked.
	Jimmy looked at his, now---traffic watching, companion and replied.
"Well I have before, but not all the time.  I'm only on this road when I do
a long bike ride.  Why, have you seen me before or something?"
	"Yea."  Was the simple reply.
	"Well it's been a week since I've been here."  Jimmy answered.
"When did you see me?"
	"Last week and the Thursday before that, and the Thursday before
that!"
	"Shit man!"  Jimmy answered.  "Where in the hell were you when you
saw me and why do you know that was always me?"
	As Gary turned and looked at Jimmy, he replied.  "Well man!  All I
can say is, when someone looks like you do, other people do remember them
very well.  The first couple of times when I saw you, I passed you on the
road down by the cemetery road.  You were riding this direction and I was
going back toward the farm, the other way.  Then last Thursday, when you
rode through Edgeville, I was at the filling station.  Today,-----oh,------
I was just sitting along the side of the road back by the old covered
bridge hopeing that you would be riding through again."
	"Uh, Gary, ---Gary, right?  Why and what?  I'm confused about just
what is going on.  So why were you there by the cover bridge?  Did you just
happen to be there, or why where you there?  Why were you hopeing that I'd
be riding through again?"
	"You said your name is Jimmy, right?"
	Jimmy shook his head, "Yes."
	"You were right, I'm Gary.  Jimmy, I don't have too many friends,
and when I saw you, I really wanted to know you.  I got all, well,---kind
of infatuated in getting a chance to meet you."
	"Well thanks Gary.  You do seem to be a pretty good guy, but since
I don't live close to here, I don't know if knowing me is too much of a
help to you.  I'm sure you must have other friends, don't you?"
	"Yea, I have friends, but Jimmy, none of them are like you."
	"What do you mean like me?"
	Gary turned completely toward Jimmy and said, "Jimmy, just look at
yourself.  I know I'm a guy and I'm not supposed to be saying this kind of
stuff, but shit man, you are one hot looking dude.  Look at your legs!  Man
you've got muscles like crazy.  Those bike shorts actually kiss you.
You've got a chest and arms like the ones I've only seen in some porno
mags.  Jimmy, you are a man out of a magazine to me.  You are the kind of a
guy that I want to be."
	"God Gary!  Shit man!  Thanks for what you are saying, but Gary,
you are pretty hot looking yourself!  You're a farmer, right?  You've got a
big strong farmer's body. You look like you throw hay bales all day.  Gary
you're not so bad yourself."
	 "Jimmy I don't look like you do.  You are hot.  You look like the
guys in the gay mags that I found one day."
	Jimmy snapped his head toward Gary and asked, "The gay mags?  Are
you gay?"
	"Yea.  Whenever I get a chance to be."  Gary replied.  "Jimmy, I
know you are too.  I saw your Rainbow sticker on your bike."
	With that statement, Gary moved toward Jimmy and placed his hand on
the tight fitting biker shorts that he had just remarked kissed Jimmy ass.
He slid his hand down around the muscles of Jimmy's butt cheeks.  Gary then
took his left hand and placed it on Jimmy's chest.  He slid his hand under
the fabric of Jimmy's tank top.  He rubbed his left nipple and then his
right.  Jimmy just stood there in a rather complete shock!
	Leaning over toward Jimmy, Gary lovingly said, "I want to fuck your
ass, and I want to do it here on the bridge!"
	Feeling completely shocked and bewildered by what was happening all
of a sudden, and so completely unexpectedly, Jimmy replied, "Gary, God
Gary!  Uhhhh-- Gary.  Shit man!  You have really got me all confused here.
Gary we can't fuck here. We are in public."
	"Yea we can fuck here man.  All I need to do is stand behind you,
whip out my dick, pull your shorts down, spit some spit on my dick and
slide it up in your ass.  You and I will be standing here, watching the
traffic fly by down underneath of us, and I will be fucking your ass.  All
of those cars and those drivers will be passing under us, and they will
never know what they saw happening.  Jimmy, I want to fuck your ass out
here in the open.  Nobody will becoming down this road, and even if they
did, we'd see them way before they even got within good eyesight.  Stand
there man, I'm going to fuck you and while I do, you can wave to the
traffic below if you want to."
	"Gary!  Gary, this is not a completely closed railing here.  They
will be able to see up through the open spots."
	As Gary continued to massage Jimmy's ass and now his crotch, he
replied, "Come on man!  Driving under us at 65, 70 or 75 miles per hour,
nobody is going to have enough time to realize what they can see if they do
look up.  We've got more of a problem if an airplane flies over than we do
about worrying about those drivers knowing anything.  And, besides, I'd
like it if a few actually did realize what was happening.  They don't know
you, they don't know me, and they sure can't get off of the highway and up
here to find out who we are."
	Jimmy just stood there and acted rather confused and a little
shocked.
	Gary moved behind Jimmy and slid his hands into Jim's biker shorts.
He slid his hand down inside and did a skin to skin massage of Jimmy's ass
muscles.  He pushed Jimmy's shorts down.  He bent down and kissed Jimmy's
bare ass.  He stood up, put his arms around Jimmy's chest and hugged.  He
kissed Jimmy on the neck.
	Gary reached down, unbuckled his jeans and let them fall to the
ground.  He slid his hands into the top of his briefs and pushed them down.
He allowed his 8" thick hard-on to fly out.  He reached around Jimmy and
took ahold of Jimmy's dick.  "Oh come on man!"  Gary said.  "Come on Jimmy.
Get hard!  Let those people see your dick if they can look fast enough!
Give them something to look at, man!"
	Jimmy rather leaned back to look down at the railing and did
realize that right where his cock was hanging out, was part of the open
area of the railing.  He was standing there above an interstate highway
with his dick in complete view, and was just about ready to get fucked in
the ass, completely within view of everybody going east on the freeway
below.
	Gary dropped a wad of spit on his dick, aimed it for Jimmy's ass
opening, found the sweet spot and pushed it in.
	Jimmy jerked and moaned a slight, "Ouch!  Damn!  Man, what size of
a dick have you got?  Shit man!  How damn big is that thing?  God, that's
good!"
	That was the first thing that Jimmy had uttered since he tried to
remind Gary that the railing was not a completely closed railing.
	"Come on man", Gary instructed as he gently moved Jimmy over to the
middle of the center lane of traffic down below.  "Let's get in the center
so everybody can get as good of a shot of us as possible."
	Jimmy stood there, dick hanging out toward the oncoming traffic,
his shorts completely down around his ankles, and his fucking partner
standing right behind him with his eight inches pushing in and pulling out
of his ass.  Gary had his hands on Jimmy's waist.
	As they stood there, fucking, or getting fucked, an eighteen
wheeler drove underneath of them and pulled his truck horn with three loud
blasts to let the men know he had seen what was happening.  As they looked
down at the last moment, the trucker threw his hand out the side window and
waved at the two men.  They both grinned and laughed.
	"Well Gary!"  Jimmy said.  "I know of at least one guy that knew
you were fucking me!  Don't know about all of the other drivers, but I know
that one knows."
	"Yea Jimmy, he knows, and right now he is probably on his radio
telling all of the other truckers that are headed this way to keep an eye
out for us!  We'd better think about heading out of here pretty soon.  The
cops might hear him if he makes a radio broadcast.  Let me fuck you till we
hear one more trucker honk at us, then we had better hit the road."
	Two minutes later, they heard the honk that they had rather
expected.  Not only a honk, but the passenger in the cab with the driver
was leaning out the side window as the truck approached and was yelling
something of encouragement, but Gary and Jimmy both admitted that they were
not exactly sure of just what she was yelling.
	"OK man, it's time we get out of here now, unless you want to let
all of the guys in the county jail watch you get fucked."  Gary said.
	"Jimmy, you've made my day.  I've wanted to fuck some guy here on
the bridge for years now, and I just knew when I saw you ride through the
second time, that you were the man for me to use.  Thanks!  You've got a
hot ass and you really are a hot looking dude!  Got to go!  Next Thursday,
meet me at the roadside rest area.  Next week, I want to fuck you on top of
the old stone lookout tower down there.  We can keep an eye out for anybody
while I fuck your ass up there.  If anybody does pull in, I'll have plenty
of time to pull out of your ass and stick it back in my jeans before they
can even get out of the car."
	Jimmy turned, looked at Gary and said, "Well all I can say right
now is, ------ when I'm on duty at the sheriffs office, if we do get any
funny calls about some guy fucking some other guy out by the highway, I'll
make sure I'm the one to take the call."
	Gary looked at Jimmy with his eyes wide open, and simply said, "Oh
shit man!  Ohhh shit!!!"
	Jimmy's grinning reply was, "Roadside rest next Thursday, two in
the afternoon!  I've got to work that day, -----I'll be driving a patrol
car."