The Baker (17 page)

Maneuvering the semi to connect with the trailer and making sure everything connected safely took his full attention for the next twenty minutes or so. Once done, he returned the paperwork to the overseer, made his log entry, and drove out of the factory gates. Heading back toward the I-24, following the directions of his company-issue handheld GPS, he finally relaxed a little.

The stops along the interstates were almost the best feature about his job. He loved being on his own, not bothered by anyone, and getting to see different parts of the country. What went on at those truck stops, though, was a real job perk. It gave him a national network for hooking up and anonymous sex, basically handed to him on the proverbial silver platter.

He’d been too scared to do anything while still doing intrastate jobs, irrationally afraid someone might recognize him in his home state. Coming out or being “accused” of being gay wasn’t really an option in this industry. Sure, the Gay Truckers Association offered professional advice and resources for those courageous enough to admit their sexual orientation, but the day-to-day situation? Was still very much in favor of being straight, white, and preferably male. Ideally you also had lots of muscles to prove your macho-ness, and if you dressed on the scruffy side of informal nobody was going to hold that against you either.

So, anonymous sex it would have to be for him. And that, thanks to the infamous truck-stop activities, was a hell of a lot more available to him in his current job than it ever had been before. Thank God for truck chasers! He might not be their ideal trucker, but the men and women (not that he looked at them) who cruised highway rest stops looking to fulfill their trucker stud fantasies usually weren’t too worried about the way he looked. The restroom corners and stalls they frequented were half-dark most of the time anyway.

A little over five hours later he was ready for lunch. With a Petro Stopping Center and its great restaurant right ahead, his grumbling stomach and the clock agreed it was time for a break.

Josh had planned to eat first, since he was hungrier than he’d expected. But when he went to do his business and wash his hands before looking for a seat in the restaurant, a cute twink with curly brown hair, brown eyes, and a dimpled smile caught his attention. The guy leaned against the bathroom wall, provocatively licking his lips when Josh looked up from drying his hands. Where the hell had he come from? Josh was sure nobody had been in here when he’d first entred.

“Hey.” The dimples deepened.

“Hi.” Josh threw the paper towel into the waste bin and straightened himself.

“I love truckers.”

“Do you?” His eyebrow rose on its own volition.

“Yep.” The twink gave him a slow once-over, spending extra time on his quickly swelling bulge before turning those bright blue eyes upward again.

“Are you even old enough to be here?” Shit, he couldn’t believe he’d just said that, practically ready to card the guy. But Mr. Dimples didn’t look a day over sixteen. Not really his thing, but hey, if he was old enough to know what he was doing, who was Josh to stop him? A blow job was a blow job, after all.

The twink rolled his eyes and pulled what looked like a driver’s license from his back pocket with a long-suffering sigh. Josh knew the feeling and grinned as he checked the details. Nineteen, based on the year of birth on the document. He wouldn’t be able to recognize a fake ID, but he couldn’t be expected to be that diligent, could he?

“Cool.” Josh motioned toward the stall at the end and the eager twink almost fell over his own feet as he practically ran into it, flattening himself against the wall to let Josh enter before he locked the door.

No further words were needed. The guy went to his knees, greedy hands at Josh’s belt before he could blink. The need in the twink’s eyes and the speed with which he had belt, button, and zipper opened flattered Josh and pushed him into full hardness. He couldn’t wait to get started. The slightly forbidden nature of what they were doing only increased his libido and a small moan escaped his lips when the twink managed to pull down Josh’s jeans and underwear in one decisive, yet careful-not-to-hurt movement.

His cock sprang up, hard enough to slap the man’s chin. The guy didn’t seem to mind. With a quick grin, he took hold of the base, stuck out his delightfully pink and moist tongue, and licked Josh from base to tip.

Man, that feels good!

The twink hummed and closed his eyes as he swirled his tongue around the tip of Josh’s cock. Shivers of delight travelled straight from his cock to his balls, settling deep in his groin with an all too familiar warmth. When his enthusiastic admirer finally closed his lips around Josh’s cock and took the top half into his hot, wet mouth, Josh had a hard time not thrusting deeply into the tight cavity. He gripped the man’s head in both hands just to have something to hold on to.

The guy nodded, held on to Josh’s hips, and sucked his cock all the way down until his nose hit Josh’s pubic hair. Tightening throat muscles just where they counted, around Josh’s sensitive glans, made him tremble with arousal.

“Gahhhhh!” Josh closed his eyes and threw back his head, colliding almost painfully with the stall’s wall. “Yes!”

Encouraged, the twink started bobbing his head in earnest, sucking Josh’s cock like a pro. Josh couldn’t hold back and started fucking the man’s face. He tried very hard not to go too deep but the temptation overwhelmed him. Add the man’s clear desire to deep throat him and Josh lost it.

The suction when he pulled back felt heavenly and the tight seal around his cock head made him a little crazy. He wasn’t going to last very long.
Fuck that!
With absolutely no reason to hold back he was coming now.

“Shit!” One last deep push and ecstasy raced from the tip of his cock all the way up his spine as he emptied his balls into the twink’s very willing throat. Holding on to the other man’s head for balance he stood there, trembling for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and pulling out.

At moments like these, being a trucker rocked.

BY THE
time he approached the outskirts of Chicago, his maximum of eleven hours of driving was almost up. Thank God he’d taken two breaks which gave him a little more time. Those stops and traffic had made him late, but at least he now had some leeway to find a place to sleep. The factory had round-the-clock shipment facilities so he’d be able to make his delivery any time. He was tired enough to not want to drive too much longer. Luckily, his clever GPS revealed a truck stop under a mile from his drop-off point. Not part of a chain, it still looked to have plenty of parking. That was all he needed. Well, a bed would have been nice, but Gordon Trucking didn’t have the money to buy the more expensive sleeper semis that were becoming more widely available. So, he’d be sleeping in his seat once again.

Once the delivery had been made and he’d parked at the cozy-looking truck stop, he updated his log and called the head office. He crossed his fingers for either an ongoing cargo from here or, at the very least, some freight to run back to Nashville. His bosses needed a break, and so did his income!

“Kimberly speaking.” The office manager’s voice sounded gruff as usual.

“Hi Kimberly, it’s Joshua.” He paused to clear his throat. Please let there be some good news. “Just checking in to let you know I made the delivery and wondering if you have another job for me?”

“Sorry, but there isn’t anything out in your direction at the moment.” Kimberly paused and took a deep breath. “In fact, I’ve been told to recall you back to the office as soon as you can make it.”

“What?” Josh’s heart sped up. That had never happened before and didn’t sound good at all. So what was that request, no, it sounded more like an order, really about? Were they going to fire him?

“I know it’s very unusual but—there’ve been some major changes with the company and the boss wants everyone back here for an announcement as soon as possible. Apparently, there’s going to be a discussion of the future.”

“I don’t get it.” Josh tried to breathe deeply to help him calm down. Even the pay cut discussion had been handled with phone calls. It hadn’t felt right with something that important, not even to Josh, who liked keeping his distance from people. But the boss didn’t easily get personal, preferring long-distance communication to face-to-face contact. It had been a good match with Josh’s preferences. So, what had changed?

“I understand that, but I really can’t tell you any more than this. Everyone will be back here by the day after tomorrow. You should be too, right?” Kimberly rustled with some papers. “Ten hours rest plus eleven hours for the return drive puts you in Nashville in the early afternoon.”

“Sounds about right.” Josh could do with the extra time off. The financial issues weren’t going to go away overnight, so he might as well try to rest.

“Okay, unless you hear from me again, be at the office at ten in the morning on Thursday, please.” Kimberly coughed. “Sorry, feels like I’m getting a cold.”

“See you on Thursday.” He really had nothing much else to say, so he ended the call.

Josh tossed and turned most of the night. The seat wasn’t that comfortable to begin with, and the additional worry about whatever announcement the boss planned and what it might mean didn’t help. Somehow, he had a feeling he might be looking for a new job soon.

The drive back to Nashville turned out to be thankfully uneventful. He took two breaks, but wasn’t even in the mood for a rest stop encounter. Shit, he needed a life. Or more books, whichever came first. He loved reading and had been devouring fantasy and travel books as fast as the local library made them available. He preferred books since they weren’t likely to talk back or leave him, like people tended to do.

By the time he made it to the office on Thursday morning he’d turned into a nervous wreck. He wouldn’t let on; maintaining a calm, macho façade was a necessity if he wanted to survive with his pride intact.

Most of the other drivers were already seated all over the reception area, the only place big enough to hold everyone. Someone had placed cheap folding chairs into the open spaces, making rough rows. A few more of his coworkers trickled in while he got some of the sludge they called coffee.

Josh had arrived too late to snag one of the seats on the sofa, safely at the back and away from where he thought the boss would stand to make his announcement. With a regretful sigh, he took one of the uncomfortable chairs in the second row. At least he wasn’t going to have to sit all the way up front.

At ten on the dot, the door to the manager’s office opened and a man in a suit walked out. Josh’s mouth fell open. This guy didn’t look like his boss. He wasn’t his boss. Tall, maybe six feet, the stranger had broad shoulders and a fit body. The gray suit fit him well, and his dark blue tie made him look distinguished. He’d taken off his suit jacket and had rolled up his sleeves, revealing strong, slightly hairy forearms. His black short hair looked chaotic, as if he’d raked it with his hands. The stranger, who only vaguely looked like Mr. Oldfield who used to be in charge, looked around the room with dark brown eyes that almost made Josh melt when it was his turn to make eye contact.

Finally, the man moved to the spot next to the reception desk and cleared his throat. The silence that followed was immediate and deafening.

“Good morning.” The man’s voice sounded deep and warm. “My name is Robert Oldfield and I have just bought Gordon Trucking from my parents. I thought it was only right I introduce myself and tell you about the changes I’m planning in order to return this company to some semblance of profitability.”

2nd Edition

Quiet elevator installer Joe Taylor craves more stability in his career, but not in his personal life. Casual sex suits him, and when he meets fitness center owner Bill Evans at a mall where they are both working, they agree on no-strings-attached weekend hookups. Both men have fought hard to escape their pasts and are afraid to commit, so the agreement works well for them—at first. But when the sex gets hotter by the weekend and a deeper connection forms, Joe and Bill wonder if a relationship is feasible, especially since Joe’s work makes it impossible for him to settle down. Joe must consider his changing priorities and decide if he can take a risk on something beyond the physical.

1st Edition published by Silver Publishing, 2010.

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