Bab 2: Chapter 2
Kentucky John had reciprocated with some pics of his own. He was hairy, hung, and a top. That was all AC needed to know.
Atticus: Definitely DTF.
“Don’t look at me like that,” AC wanted to say to Spud. “It’s not my fault nobody wants me for anything but my dick.” He just kissed his fingertips and touched it to the cat’s head, instead.
The rest stop was just a couple hundred yards past the traffic light. Stopping at the far end of the dirt lot, AC checked for John’s response.
John: No bs. Now U CALL. No txt. 2 b sur ur 4 rel b4 I sho.
John was stingy when it came to full words. AC wondered if his texting plan charged by the letter.
Atticus: I don’t plan on flaking out. I told you, I’m already here.
John: D c wat u plan, bud. CALL or no go. > 1 min frm u. U CALL, I cum.
Fuck it, AC decided. Even before the sign for the pull off had come into view in his headlights, he’d made up his mind to blow the whole thing off. John could fuck himself for all he cared.
“We’re outta here, Spud.”
With the van still running, AC shifted into reverse. He checked the side mirror to see if they were clear, but the van never moved. The tingle in AC’s cock was relentless. With a hearty grunt, he shoved the gear shift to park, then snatched up the phone and dialed.
John picked up after two rings. “Yeah?”
AC took a breath, “It’s M-m-me. A-At-At…It’s AC. Come n-n-n-now.”
“Dude!” John laughed. “Relax. You sound nervous.”
“N-nah.”
“This’ll be fun. Already on the way. See you in a minute.”
It was twenty degrees warmer than it would have been back home, but still a little chilly, because of the late hour and the crystal clear skies. AC, pacing outside the van, was thinking about slipping on a hoodie when John arrived.
The rest stop was well lit. John looked a bit different than his picture, older, heavier, but fuckable, for sure. “Early thirties, black hair, blue eyes, muscles.” John took stock of the basics AC had listed in the Grindr headline, “Check, check, check, check,” and seemed to approve. “Let’s hope the cock measures up to the pic.” He brazenly cupped the khaki fabric at AC’s crotch. “Feels about right.”
In an instant, they were pressed against the side of the van.
“Oh, yeah.” John’s mouth was all over AC’s. AC wasn’t much into kissing strangers, but he went along with it in this case, just to get what he really wanted. “Your ass feels so tight, man!” John banged on the side of the van. “I want my dick in it.” Bang! Bang! Bang!
AC stopped him. “D-don’t.”
“What’s the matter, bud? You afraid we’re gonna get caught?” One hand on the button securing AC’s shorts, John smacked the steel wall again. Bang! Bang! Bang!
“S-s-stop. My c-c-cat is in th-there.”
John stepped back and stared. “C-c-c-cat?”
“D-d-d-don’t m-m…” AC gave up partway through the sentence. “Don’t make fun of me,” had been the intention.
“You look good, dude, but when you open your mouth…”
AC had heard that before and tried to say so. “N-n-never m-m-ind.” That was all he could get out.
“Nah. It’s good.” John unzipped. “I won’t bang on the van and you won’t talk. How’s that?”
“N-n-no.” AC shoved John away.
“No? No, what? No fuck?”
“J-just g-go.”
“Jesus. Sensitive much?” Though AC thought he might be pummeled, John just zipped up and turned. “Merry Christmas, asshole,” he hollered on the way back in his Honda CRV. “And don’t return the sentiment, or we’ll be here ‘til the Fourth of J-J-July.”
AC offered a silent “Fuck you!” His finger worked, even if his voice didn’t. After gathering himself, he opened the van door for Spud. “Sorry about the noise.”
Spud allowed himself to be picked up and cuddled.
“The guy was a tool. You must have been so scared.” If only the words could come out like they sounded in thought form. “We g-good?”
Two of the best things about cats, AC thought, was their willingness to sleep anytime, anywhere and their willingness to forgive. Spud was purring away.
After a short walk around the rest stop—Spud was great on a leash outside—AC hit the outdoor shower, dressed, and then settled in for a long winter’s nap. Up with the sun, he and Spud were on the road before six. A new dawn and the bittersweet feeling of solo sexual release inspired a “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen” redux.
Hadiah
-- Hadiah diterima Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
stone