“Can I help you?” He asked in a deep gruff voice. I felt relieved that he had finally spoken to me. The silent tension was definitely beginning to creep me out.
“I’ve been waiting on the platform for a long time and I was wondering if any more trains are coming through tonight?”
He stared at me for a moment without saying anything. Then he stubbed the cigar out and wiped his mouth.
“You sure that’s what you’ve been over there waiting for?” He said with a snicker.
I didn’t have any idea what he was talking about. Why the hell else would I be standing on the train platform? I could feel his eyes moving up and down my body. For a second I thought I was going crazy because I could have sworn that he was leering at me. But that wouldn’t have made any sense. There was no way this guy was gay.
“I was actually waiting to be picked up by someone. But I haven’t been able to get in touch with them since I arrived in town.”
“Where’d you come from?”
“I live down in Manhattan. I was supposed to meet a friend but he hasn’t answered his phone for the last hour.”
“So you got stood up?” He said. “Pretty little thing like you? Ain’t that a shame.”
At this point, I’d forgotten why I’d come into the taxi dispatcher. I was trying to figure out why this guy was giving me such a hard time. Did he have something against people from the city? Or was there something about me personally that he didn’t like?
“Are there any hotels around here? Because it seems like I’m going to have to spend the night?”
“Spend the night? I thought you wanted a taxi back into the city?”
I hadn’t even considered taking a taxi back home. The train ride had been more than ninety minutes, so I figured there was no way that I would be able to get back in the city tonight.
“I would love to take a taxi home tonight,” I said. “How much will it cost?”
I started fumbling through my wallet. I was hoping that they accepted credit cards because I didn’t have much cash on me. I pulled out my Visa card and extended it to him.
Instead of reaching out for it, he just smirked at me and then began shaking his head.
“It costs three hundred bucks?” He said. “You still interested?”
I stood there staring at him in silence. 300 hundred bucks? How could that be possible? It didn’t make any sense and there was something in the way he was looking at me that was very strange.
I’d known that I might be in for a bit of a culture shock once I got so far away from the city, but I was still surprised with how weird this town seemed.
“Are there any more taxi dispatchers around?” I asked.
The fat, cigar-reeking man suddenly got very serious. My question must have offended him.
This place not good enough for you? He asked. At this point all I wanted to do was run away. There was something crazy in this man’s eyes.
“I asked you a question city boy,” he said, standing up. His belly was even bigger and rounder than I could have imagined. Once he was on his feet, he slammed both his meaty, hairy hands onto his desk. The whole room shook.
He stared directly at me without saying anything. It was probably only a few moments but it felt like forever. The wild look in his bloodshot eyes suggested that he might be capable of anything.
“Johnny!” He screamed out without taking his eyes off me. That was my last moment to get the hell out of there but my legs wouldn’t move. I was rooted to the spot. I couldn’t speak either. My tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth.
Seconds later I heard loud footsteps coming from a back room. I felt my legs quivering beneath me. The fat man’s eyes were still locked on me. He was smiling, as if he knew something that I didn’t.
A door opened and a man appeared in front of me. My eyes roved up and down his body. He was tall and lean with a scruffy appearance. He had on a tight white t-shirt that showed off his muscular upper torso. A cigarette hung from the side of his mouth. The wild look in his eyes revealed that he’d probably been drinking.
“Johnny,” the fat guy said, “We’ve got us a city slicker here. He was supposed to be picked up for some kind of wild sex party but his date never showed up.
I hadn’t said anything about going to a sex party. I had no idea how he had put that together. Then a creepy feeling came over me. What if this had happened before? What if I wasn’t the first person that Jacoby had stood up at the train station? What an asshole. I still couldn’t believe that he had decided to play this sort of game with me.
Johnny took a deep drag on the cigarette and blew out a huge mouthful of smoke. I started coughing. I’d always been sensitive to second hand smoke. And the tiny office space seemed to be completely filled with the nauseating stuff.
“Hey, I don’t think he can handle smoke too well,” Johnny said. Both men started laughing as I struggled to catch my breath.
“Take him over to the Blue Moon hotel before he falls over and dies from all the smoke,” the dispatcher said.
Johnny looked me up and down. He towered over me by at least five inches. I was really worried about having to be alone with him. There was a crazed look in his eyes. It wasn’t much different from the look the fat man had been giving me. But Johnny worried me more. He was much younger and stronger than the man sitting behind the desk. If he got the urge to do something violent to me, I would have little chance of stopping him. He would easily overpower me.
If I had any other options, I would have gladly taken them. But this seemed to be my only hope, unless I felt like wandering the streets for the next several hours until train service resumed the next morning. I already didn’t feel safe in this town, so I figured I’d be much better off at a hotel.
“You ready city boy?” Johnny said, lighting another cigarette.
“Yes, I would like to go to the nearest hotel, “I said. “As soon as possible.”
“Yes, sir,” Johnny said with a snicker.
I slid into the backseat of the cab. It reeked of tobacco and alcohol. I remembered the glazed look I’d seen in Johnny’s eyes. I began to worry that his drunkenness would put me in danger. The thought of dying in a car crash in this piece of shit suburban town horrified me.
Before I could ask the young stud if he was fit to drive, the car zoomed off. He whipped around a corner and started howling out the window. There were no other cars around and the streets seemed completely deserted. He was a fucking mad man.
We drove for about fifteen minutes, before Johnny slowed down and pulled into a strip mall parking lot.
I waited anxiously for Johnny to say something. Instead of telling me where we were or what we were doing, he lit another cigarette and turned on the radio. He flicked to a country and western station and began singing along with some of the lyric.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed answers. This odd game they’d been playing with me had gone on long enough.
“Excuse me,” I said. He ignored me and continued singing and smoking. What an asshole. Is this how everyone in this town behaved?
“Johnny!” I yelled. He whipped his head around and stared at me. There was anger in his eyes. He seemed like he was contemplating smashing my face with his fists.
He lowered the music. “What the hell do you want?” He asked.
“I thought that you were taking me to a hotel. I don’t see any hotels around here. So why are we stopped here?” He asked.
There were a few moments of silent tension before he answered. “Was my uncle right about what he said?”
I was confused and didn’t know what he was talking about.
“You came out here for a sex party, right?” He asked.
A sly smile played on his lips. I couldn’t help thinking that he was coming onto me. But that seemed crazy. This guy didn’t seem gay at all. But maybe I was used to a certain kind of gay—smart, rich, cosmopolitan, and sophisticated. Maybe this is what gay guys were like out here in the sticks.
“I came out here to visit a friend,” I said. This wasn’t the type of guy that I wanted to share personal information with.
“Is that friend named Jacoby?” He asked.
I swallowed hard. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. Was some giant joke being played on me? Had Jacoby set me up? I realized that if I didn’t get out of this situation soon that my life would be in danger.
“Don’t remember your friend’s name?” He said with a snicker. “You think you’re the only the faggot who’s come out here expecting a wild sex party and ended up waiting alone on the station platform for hours? You ain’t too smart are you?”
His words were like a swift kick to the ribs. I couldn’t bring myself to speak. There was nothing to say. I felt like a complete idiot.
“Don’t worry about it,” Johnny said. He adjusted his mirror, angling it down towards his crotch. I watched as he unzipped his pants and fished into his boxers. He pulled out a thick hard cock and began stroking it up and down.
Blood rushed through my legs. My whole body began to tingle. My dick squirmed in my pants. It was hungry for some fresh air.
”Why don’t you come up here city boy and suck on his country cock?”
I should have gotten out the cab and ran screaming through the streets. I should have called 911. But I clearly wasn’t thinking properly. All I had on my mind was getting a better look at the fat country cock. My mouth was already salivating. I couldn’t wait to get that thing in my mouth.
I got out of the backseat and quickly slipped into the front and closed the door. He grabbed my chin with his hand and held it tightly. His eyes were full of unbridled lust.
“I love it when you city boys come around,” he said. “Y’all got the best dick sucking skills in the whole state. Now get those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I lowered my head toward his cock and grabbed it with both hands. It felt so full and hard. I got both my hands around it and there was still room to spare. What a peace of man meat. I licked up and down the shaft and swirled my tongue around the thick head. Johnny had his head thrown back and his eyes closed. Each time I reached the top of his cock, he let out a low moan.
I was very happy that I was able to satisfy him. This was not the kind of guy that you wanted to disappoint, especially if that disappointment involved his beautiful cock.
As I began to pump the cock in and out of my mouth, I felt a strong hand on the back of my head. Johnny was pushing down on me. He wanted to see how much of his cock I could take. There was no way that I would be able to take it all. But I kept going down further and further until I started gagging.
I took the dick out of my mouth and came up for air. My lips and cheeks were covered in saliva and dick juice. He hadn’t busted a nut in my mouth but I could clearly taste the precum.
“That feels real good,” he said. “You suck on it some more then I’ll stuff it in your sweet ass. What do you think about that?”
“I would love that,” I said. “But you have to do it with a condom.”
He sighed and shook his head. I was afraid that I had upset him. But there was no way I would let this wild-eyed, stranger bareback me. That would be crazy. “Whatever you say city boy,” he responded. “I got some rubbers in the glove compartment.”
I went back to sucking his cock and slobbering it with saliva. The country stud seemed to greatly enjoy my oral skills. I hoped that he would enjoy my tight ass just as much. I was a total bottom and always appreciated it when a guy wasn’t afraid to get rough and take charge.
“Where are we going to fuck?” I asked, giving a few last pecks to the head of his cock.
“You wanna go to the Ritz Carlton or something?” He asked, then stared at me with hard eyes.
I’d clearly said something to upset him. I slipped my hand under his shirt and rubbed up and down his chest. He had rock hard abs and very firm pecs. The hardness of his muscles sent waves of excitement throughout my body. I’d always been a sucker for guys with hard, tight muscles whether they were right for me or not.
“Don’t be mad with me baby,” I said. “I’ll go anywhere you want.”
Johnny sighed and ran a hand through my hair. For the first time I saw flickers of kindness and gentleness in his eyes. I wouldn’t have suspected that he was capable of such emotions.
“I usually just do it out here in the parking lot,” he said. “But if you want we can go to the Blue Moon.”
“Is it nice?” I asked.
“It’s nice for fucking,” he responded.
That’s just what I wanted to hear. I desperately wanted him to take control of me and pound my ass. I wanted to feel his cock throbbing inside of me before it exploded. I wanted to feel his huge load oozing out of my ass and dripping down my legs.
While Johnny smoked another cigarette, I stroked his cock with one hand and licked under his nut sack, getting closer and closer to his asshole. Each flick of my tongue made him squirm. I was hoping that he was into that sort of thing because I always loved giving a good tonguing.
“Goddamn, you’re a good little cocksucker,” he said. “Slip one of those wet fingers into my asshole. I love that.”
I smiled and did as he commanded. Within moments, he began moaning and begging for me to push inside him deeper and harder.
“Oh shit, that’s good,” he said. “So fucking good.”
The car came to a stop. I lifted up my head and looked around. I saw a blue neon sign: Blue Moon Motel. We were finally here. I couldn’t wait to get inside the hotel room. I would let him do whatever he wanted to me. No holds barred. I would be his dutiful bottom bitch. If I could make tops in the city wild for me, I figured that I wouldn’t have much trouble with a backwards, country boy. But as backward as I found him, I had to admit that he was incredibly sexy. There was no question about that.
When we walked into the hotel room, I sat down on the bed and began undressing. Johnny smiled down at me. He seemed just as horny and excited as I was. I thought that he would begin taking off his clothes any minute, but he continued to stare at me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he said. “Why you ask?”
“Because you’re just staring at me. Are you having second thoughts?”
“Relax, city boy,” he said. “I need to go out and get some smokes and a couple six packs.”
I didn’t think he was serious. He couldn’t go an hour or two without a smoke or drink? He was going to ruin the mood and go back out?
“Come on, baby,” I said. “I’ll make you forgot all about that. Once you start pounding my ass you won’t be thinking about anything else.”
“Nah, I can’t go more than five minutes or so without a smoke.”
“But I’m so hot for you right now,” I said. “I don’t think I can wait much longer to feel your cock inside of me.”
He shook his head and began unbuttoning his pants. I licked my lips lustily. I would at least get to suck his cock before he left.
I licked up and down the shaft and bobbed the head in and out of my mouth.
After a few minutes, Johnny put his hand on top of my head then backed away from me. He jammed his cock back into his pants and zipped them up.
“I’ll be back in ten minutes,” he said. “The convenience store is right down the street.”
I pleaded with him to stay for one last time before realizing that my efforts were futile. As he closed the door behind him, I felt waves of sadness flooding my body. I was afraid that he wouldn’t come back. Maybe he wasn’t gay and he had begun to have second thoughts about us hooking up.
I pulled back the window curtain and peered down into the parking lot. Johnny was on the phone. He looked up towards the room and quickly pulled the curtain back. I suddenly had a very uneasy feeling. Who could he be talking to? Why didn’t he just go to the store and get the beer and cigarettes?
I waited a few minutes before pulling back the curtain and looking
into the parking lot again. His was gone. I felt a sense of relief. Hopefully, he would be gone for long.
For the next fifteen minutes, I continued staring out the window, hoping that the next pair of car lights would be his. After about twenty minutes, I saw the navy blue taxicab pulling into the same spot it had previously occupied. Once again, my body began tingling with excitement. But the excitement turned to fear when Johnny and another man got out of the car.
The other guy, who got out of the passenger side, was tall and beefy with close-cropped hair. Fear took hold of me. This didn’t make any sense. Why would he bring someone else into the room? Things had been going so well between us.
Johnny carried a brown shopping bag in his arms. I assumed that was the beers. While they made their way up the motel steps, I hurriedly got dressed. I didn’t want to be naked in front of this other guy, not until I found out who he was.
Moments later I heard loud knocking at the door. Johnny was pounding it with his fist and yelling for me to open up.
“One second,” I said. “I’ll be right there.” I slipped back into my jeans, then put my shirt on and went to the door. I was about to look through the eyehole, but Johnny’s fist slammed into the door several times. I quivered with fear. Before opening the door, I took several deep breaths and tried to regain my composure.
When I opened the door, Johnny and his beefy companion rushed into the room. They almost knocked me over as they pushed past me.
“Goddamn, city boy,” Johnny said. “What took you so damn long to open the door?”
Instead of responding, I stared at both men. I felt completely vulnerable. They could do whatever they wanted with me and I would have little way of defending myself.
Johnny could tell that I was uncomfortable. A big smile broke out over his face.
“What’s wrong? “He said, slowly coming towards me.
He ran his fingers through my hair and smiled at me. I had never meet man who blended brutishness and tenderness so artfully. I couldn’t tell whether he was about to begin kissing me passionately or strangle me.
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