A Safe House, Chapter 2

Hitchhiking was not as easy as either of us thought. Keenan felt that people weren’t stopping because he was black. As we were in Texas I couldn’t say he was wrong. Still, we kept trying as we felt California was our only option. Finally, after at least an hour had passed, a black man in a pick-up truck stopped and asked where we were headed. Keenan said, “California”, and the black man laughed. Yet he still reached over to open the passenger side door and invited us into his truck. He was very friendly as he told us we would never get to California by hitchhiking from the side of the highway. I didn’t know where else we could hitch hike from, or where he was headed until he drove us to a near-by truck stop, restaurant, and parking area that was full of big rig trucks. As he dropped us off, he told us to ask long haul truck drivers for a lift, and then he smiled and drove off.

His suggestion seemed like sound advice, so it became our new plan. We entered the air-conditioned restaurant and went from table to table that looked as if its diners might be truckers. After approaching four likely tables the restaurant manager came up to us and told us that there was no soliciting on the premises, and then ordered us to leave and not to return.

Not knowing what else to do, we then entered a convenience store that was part of the truck stop complex so we could at least buy some snacks. And while going down one of its isles, an assortment of Vaseline in tubes and small plastic jars caught Keenan’s eye. He looked at me with a playful smile, and said, “That’s what my dad used to lube my asshole with when he was going to give me an enema before one of my strappings.”

I looked at the display and thought about buying a small tube, but when I looked back to Keenan, I saw a man standing immediately behind him. The man was looking at the counter on the opposite side of the isle, but he was close enough to have heard Keenan’s every word. So I took Keenan by the arm and pulled him to the end of that isle, and then down the end isle until I felt we could speak privately. I watched to see if that man followed, and when he didn’t, I said, “There was a guy right behind you, and I’m sure he heard what you said. We have to be more careful while we’re talking about such things.”

Minutes later we left the convenience store with Cokes and potato chips, and started to wonder the huge parking lot that probably had 15 to 20 big rig trucks parked in two long rows. We asked anyone who looked even remotely like a trucker if they were going to California, or even in that direction. None offered us a ride until Keenan approached the very same man whom I was sure had overheard him telling me about the Vaseline his father used when he was giving Keenan one of his punishment enemas. I was surprised that Keenan even approached him, not because Keenan knew he was the man who had been standing behind him in the convenience store, but because the man was white. I was also surprised at how friendly that man turned out to be. He told Keenan that he was going to Fremont, California, and that he would check with his partner to see if we could come along. We followed him to his truck, which was truly a beautiful machine. And as we approached the eighteen wheeler, another man jumped out of the passenger side door to greet us. The man from the convenience store asked us to wait at the front of the truck while he and his partner walked to the back of the freight van they were hauling so they could talk privately.

That was when I told Keenan that that driver was the guy who I was sure had overheard him tell me that Vaseline was the lube his father used for his punishment enemas. Keenan looked embarrassed, and said, “Maybe we should find a different ride.” We were just about to walk away when the driver walked up to us and introduced himself as Ben, and his partner as Jack. Then he asked why we wanted to go to California. I thought that was none of his business, but Keenan spoke up and said, “Because we don’t want to live around a bunch of Bible thumping assholes anymore.”

I couldn’t believe that Keenan had made such bold statement, mainly because of the truck driver’s ages, dress, and demeanor, they very well could have been Bible thumping assholes themselves, and so might grab us and beat us up right there in front of all the other Bible thumping assholes. But instead, he and his partner both laughed. Then Ben offered his hand. Keenan took it and they shook hands. Then from the corner of my eye I saw that Jack was offering his hand to me, so I took it, and we also shook hands. While still chuckling, Ben said that he had never heard a better reason to go to California. And then he asked if we were going to settle and make a home there. Keenan didn’t hesitate to tell the man that he hoped so, but because neither of us had ever been to California we weren’t sure. Both of the men smiled at Keenan’s answer. Then Ben looked to Jack, and then back to Keenan, and said, “You boys are going to have to ride up in the sleeper. If that’s okay with you, you’re both welcome to come alone with us.

I was beginning to feel as if their offer was too good to be true, and so was suspicious enough that I wanted to decline. But Keenan accepted their offer and we were shown how to climb up a chrome ladder without scuffing their truck with the tips of our shoes, and how to open the sleeper’s door without falling off of the ladder. We entered the cramped but plush sleeper on our hands and knees even though there was plenty of room to stand. Ben followed us up the ladder, but did not enter. Instead he pointed out from the camper’s open door, an intercom button while telling us to use it if for some reason we needed to communicate with him in the cab. He then instructed us on how to operate a small television that was mounted to the wall. And he explained how to flush a tiny toilet that was in the far corner of the sleeper. Then he smiled, and told us that if we got motion sick we should get in the bed and try to sleep it off. But if that didn’t work we should call him on the intercom, and he and Jack would stop so we could get out to walk around and take in some fresh air.

We thanked him, and then he closed the entry door. Keenan noted that the door locked form the inside, so he locked it. It’s a little hard to explain, but the click of that lock marked the first time either of us felt even a modicum of safety since leaving the Unitarian safe house. A few minutes later the truck’s engine roared to life and the truck began to move. The only window in the sleeper was a small porthole in its door that neither of us bothered to look out of as the truck pulled away from the truck stop. Keenan felt we were safe enough in the cramped sleeper, that for the very first time since our bathroom incident, he took me in his arms and kissed me. We kissed, hugged, and caressed each other’s bodies for several minutes before he said, “You know that we can get undressed while we’re in here. Ben said we could sleep in this bed if we got car sick, and I’m sure he didn’t expect us to sleep in our clothes.”

I agreed with his reasoning, and we both started stripping out of our clothes. When I got down to my underpants I started to climb in the small bunk. But Keenan stopped me, saying, “No you don’t. Get out of those underpants. I want to see that naked white boy ass of yours.”

I hesitated for a second, and then pushed my briefs to the floor. Keenan did the same, and that was the first time I saw his uncut cock when I was free to take a close and prolonged look at it. It seemed huge in comparison to Keenan’s narrow hips, and I immediately wondered what it would feel like in my asshole. Keenan quickly followed me into the single wide bunk, but surprised me when he climbed under the covers head first. That didn’t make any sense until he positioned himself so that he could take my flaccid cock into his mouth. As surprising as that was, I followed his lead, and for the first time in my life I took another guy’s cock in my hand, and seconds later in my mouth. It was a wonderful experience. I loved the feel and taste of Keenan’s erecting cock. It surpassed all of my expectations as I savored its hardness, its softness, and the fact that it felt so alive in my mouth with every movement of Keenan’s pelvis. I reached around Keenan’s hips so I could grasped both of his butt cheeks. My cock stiffened at the feel of their sensual muscularity, and Keenan’s penis did the same as I massaged it with my mouth and tongue.

The next thing I felt was Keenan’s cock pushing to the depth of my throat as it ejaculated his seed. I ejaculated in his mouth a few seconds later as he continued to suck sensuously on my throbbing member. It had been weeks since either of us had had enough privacy to jack off, so we both came fast and in copious amounts. I came up for air, but didn’t let go of Keenan’s butt cheeks, as I said, “I love you, Keenan. I love your cock, and I love your ass. I truly wanted to fuck it, but I came so fast that I didn’t even get to touch your asshole. So you have to let me have another chance.”

Keenan was breathing hard, and didn’t speak as he maneuvered to turn his body in the single wide bunk so he could kiss me. My cum was still fresh in his mouth, as his was in mine as we kissed and hugged for the longest time. Actually we kissed and hugged until we fell asleep in each other’s arms to the constant hum of the truck’s engine. We slept soundly, and didn’t awake until we heard the truck’s engine winding down as its transmission was downshifted several times until the truck eventually came to a stop and its airbrakes let out a mighty shushhh.

Keenan jumped up to look out of the sleeper’s porthole, and said that we were at the Texas, New Mexico, border. We heard men talking, and knew the truck was being inspected. Fearing a trooper might want to inspect the sleeper, we both quickly dressed. That turned out to be a good idea, because minutes later the door handle was tried. I reach over and unlocked it, and we were soon greeted by a New Mexico state trooper. He smiled as he said, “Well it doesn’t look like we have any wetbacks in here. You boys aren’t Mexican, are you?”

Even though the question was obviously rhetorical, Keenan and I both said no, and soon the door was closed. There was more talk outside of the truck, and then we heard the airbrakes release and the Truck’s engine’s RPM’s began to rise and fall as the truck was once again shifted through its gears. But before we got back up to highway speed, the intercom came on, and Ben asked if we needed to stop and walk around a bit, or could we go on.

I told him that we were fine, and then we heard the engine’s RPMs come up and fall back, again and again as the truck was shifted through several more gears. Keenan took his clothes back off, and then stood before the toilet to pee. Once again I was treated to a clear view of his well-rounded butt cheeks, causing me to want to kiss and even bite them as I observed him flexing them together as he ended his urine stream. I sat waiting, as it seemed that observing Keenan pee seemed to suddenly cause me to want to do the same. And when it was my turn to stand before the toilet, Keenan asked. “Did you mean what you said?”

“Said about what?” I asked.

“You know, fucking my asshole?”

As soon as I finished peeing I turned back to look at Keenan, and I said, “Yes, every word. I really hope you’ll let me do that someday.”

Keenan smiled, and said, “Well, why not now? My asshole really wants to feel your dick in it.”

“But won’t it hurt if we don’t have any lube?”

Keenan then surprised me by picking up a tube of KY Jelly from a shelf in what would have been the bunk’s headboard, but was actually just an indention in the sleeper’s wall. He held it up for me to read its label, as he said, “Maybe those guys are gay too. Why else would they have lube in here?”

I thought about Keenan’s assumption, and said, “I don’t know. Could be, I guess. Maybe if we only use a little bit, they wouldn’t notice.”

While holding the tube in his hand, Keenan said, “Please, Nathan, my ass really wants to feel what it’s like to have your cock in it. I’ll fuck your ass too, if you want.”

I smiled at him, and said, “God, I really love you, and I really want to fuck you.”

Keenan smiled, and said, “Then do it. My asshole is ready and waiting. And who knows when we’ll get another chance?”

I took the tube of KY from Keenan, and because it was already half used, I realized that Ben and Jack would probably never know if a little more of it was missing. I looked into Keenan’s pleading eyes, and said, “Okay, let’s do it.”

I laid back down in the bunk next to Keenan and pulled the covers up to fully cover us while we once again held each other close while kissing, hugging, and rubbing our naked penises against each other’s body’s until we were both fully erect. Only then did I tell Keenan to turn onto his stomach so I could see his butt. Keenan didn’t hesitate, and I was soon treated to an up close and personal view of one of the sexiest butt I had even seen. After a few moments of taking it in, I slipped into my “white boy” role, and said, “Get up on your knees, Boy. I want to see that black asshole of yours.”

Keenan immediately understood that he was to be subservient, and so assumed a knee chest position on the narrow bunk, which opened his buttocks while his asshole was only inches from my cock. It’s hard to explain, but it truly was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and so wanting to see more, I said, “Push it out, Boy. I want to see your hole, and I want to see it real good.”

Keenan grunted as he strained to push his asshole out. I found his butt and asshole to be so beautiful that I felt I knew why his father insisted on giving him enemas before whipping him. I truly felt it was just too beautiful to ignore, so I squeezed a small amount of KY onto my finger, and then applied it to the pouting lips of Keenan’s anus while continuing to encourage him to keep pushing it out. Then, as my finger circled Keenan’s anus while spreading the KY, a fart erupted, right in my face. I know this sounds crazy, but even that was so amazingly sexual that it caused me to immediately insert my finger and push it fully in until my fist was buried in Keenan’s anal cleavage. That was when I realized that Keenan’s asshole contained a large turd. I tried to push it further back up his rectum, but it wouldn’t go, so I said, “Woe, Boy we have a problem. Your asshole is full of shit. Too bad we don’t have an enema here, because I think you really need one.”

Keenan dropped his head and chest to the mattress and said, “Please Nathan, fuck me any way. Your dick will make its own room.”

“No, I don’t think that would be good for you. Let me lube your anus up good, so you can just poop it out.”

I squeezed more lube onto my finger and reinserted it fully up Keenan’s asshole. I began to move my finger all around in his warm gripping anus and rectum, fully spreading the lube so his turd could more easily slide out. Keenan began to moan and groan as my finger moved within him, and then he came, ejaculating onto the bunk’s bottom sheet. Keenan fell flat on the mattress while once again trying to catch his breath. And as soon as he could speak, he said, “I’m sorry Nate, I really blew it. I didn’t mean to shoot my load, but my asshole loved the way your finger was fucking me so much that it just happened.”

I fell on top of Keenan and loved the feel of his humpy buttocks pushing into my stomach as I felt them flexing and relaxing. And although I wouldn’t have thought this possible, that caused me to feel even more love for Keenan than ever before. So I whispered in his ear, “It’ wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anybody’s fault. It just happened, and both me and my finger loved every second of it.”

Keenan eventually got out of bed, and sat on the little toilet. The KY must have helped because he almost immediately expelled a giant turd. Then he wiped his anus, smiled, and flushed the evidence away.

It was probably good that we didn’t actually go all the way with Keenan’s ass fucking, because only a few minutes later Ben and Jack pulled into a truck stop, and shut down the truck’s engine. Jack announced over the intercom that they were stopping to eat and use the restroom, and that Keenan and I should join them. Keenan and I both quickly dressed, and then descended the ladder to the ground. We all entered the restaurant together, and sat in a booth that was somewhat removed from all other diners. Jack was the first to get up to use the restroom, and when he returned Ben left to do the same. When we were all back at the table, Ben asked, “So how are you kids riding up there?”

I answered, “Just fine, Sir. We really appreciate the ride, and just hope we aren’t too much trouble.”

Then he leaned across the table, and asked, “Have you boys been playing little games with each other up there?”

I was taken aback by that question, so Keenan was the first to answer, “No Sir.”

But then I asked, “What do you mean by playing games, Sir?”

Then it was Ben’s turn to look embarrassed, as he said, “Well, to be honest, we were just wondering if you boys were loving on each other in our sleeper?”

I suddenly felt angry with Ben, so I said, “Look, you’ve both been really nice to us, so I won’t lie. If you’re asking if we love each other, the answer is yes. If you’re asking if we had sex, well maybe we did. And if that bother you, you can just leave us here.”

Jack moved his hand across the table and put it on mine, as he said, “Thanks for your honesty, Son. It means a lot to us. Just so you know, we’re gay too, and so we understand. We also want to help you both any way we can.”

Keenan looked at Ben, and said, “I don’t understand, Sir. Why would you want to help us?” Ben smiled at Keenan, and then said, “Because we’ll never have sons of our own to help, so we’d like to help you.”

I thanked Ben, and then told both him and Jack that I wasn’t sure how they could help. But Keenan started to cry. He tried to say something, but it was obvious that speech was beyond him. Jack reached across the table, put his hand on Keenan’s arm, and said, “It’s okay, Son. I know this may be hard to understand, but just think of us as if you just made it home. Ben and I are here to help, and you can count on us to do all we can to make sure things go right for you both from now on.”

Keenan’s arms were folded on the table with Jack’s hand still on them. I think out of embarrassment Keenan laid his head on his arms to hide his face as he continued to cry. Jack then pulled his hand free so he could softly caress the back of Keenan’s neck. Ben looked into my eyes and said, “I know this all may be a little hard to understand, so you’re just going to have to trust that neither Jack nor I would ever do anything to hurt either of you.”

It was as if some kind of dam broke within me, because I too began to cry.