Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Miles Out From Dearborn

Bob had been glancing down at his gas gauge regularly for the past 40 minutes since the slender red arrow on the gauge had hit 'E' . Their journey had begun at dawn, tank full, in Toronto. Tecumseh had wanted to do a straight shot to Dearborn, but Bob had other commitments first. Bob knew it would be a long time before he ever set foot in Canada again & there were certain "goodbyes" to be made before he left. He'd spoken to his little son & daughter by phone briefly the night before, which had been as difficult as he'd expected it to be, despite the fact that he hadn't lived at home with them in over 6 months. Detouring from their planned route the next morning, they drove to Guelph, Bob's home town, to see his parents . That, too, had been awkward & strained, as Bob's parents were both well aware of Bob's current circumstances, the most obvious example of which could be seen plainly from the front window, leaning against the passenger side door of Bob's car. Then afterward, incredibly to Tecumseh, Bob had insisted on visiting the Church of Our Lady Immaculate in Guelph . "Just wanna hug an old friend goodbye.", Bob had said. Once again, Tecumseh had waited in the car, having little use for places of worship. He had begun to feel a bit impatient with Bob, but he kept quiet about it.  Unlike himself, he knew Bob had many strong ties to his home, family & community, all currently stretched thin. So, Tecumseh wanted to make this tough transition as simple as possible for him.
It wasn't very long, a mere 10 minutes or so, before the Bob & Cumseh New Road Ahead Show pulled out from the parking lot of Our Lady, motoring joyfully on it's way ! Now, several hours later, both men, like Bob's car , were tired & in need of a fill up !
"There's a station a mile up ahead", Bob said, referencing the sign they'd just past. "I'm gonna stop; okay ?"
Tecumseh, who was laid out on the front passenger seat , with his head resting on Bob's right thigh, replied without opening his eyes, " Sounds like a winner to me !"
Soon Bob was pulling his beloved finned & heavily chromed, blue '59 Plymouth along side an available gas pump. As he reached for the door handle, he heard Tecumseh pipe up, "I'll pump while you pay, babe !" . Tecumseh scooted over to exit on Bob's side & added, " Say, get me somethin' to snack on. Chips & a soda or something !"
"They might have hot dogs, too.", Bob said.
"Naw !", Tecumseh called after him. "Some snacks'll tied me over. I'd rather have a proper meal once we hit Dearborn."
"Okay ! Pump $20, Cumseh !"
It took very little time to fill the car's tank, so once done, he decided to make a pit stop in the station's mensroom .
Bob had paid for the gas first, so he could take his time to browse through the snack aisles. He picked up a couple of bags of  Cheez Jeez & tried unsuccessfully to ignore the cupcake rack. "I could do extra crunches tonight.", Bob thought to himself. "Nawwww !" Grabbing a soda from the cooler, Bob stepped  in line behind two other customers. Just ahead of him was a young man, early twenties from Bob's estimation, wearing an undershirt & hip hugging jeans. The young man's physique," Rather like Mark Spitz's !" , Bob thought, was exceptional. And the tight blue jeans not only hugged, but concisely  split & enhanced the young man's Nature given assets ! Now, Bob was relatively new to being comfortable & in touch with his same-sex urges. In the short space of time from their initial meeting, Tecumseh had almost literally blown the doors off  Bob's inhibitions, sexually or otherwise. Though he still knew to behave publicly with discretion, it didn't seem either wrong or obvious of him to take in & appreciate the beautiful vision Fate had placed ahead of him.  "Hot piece of ass !", Bob thought, as he discreetly adjusted his burgeoning crotch , " But he's got nothing on my Cumseh !" Stepping up to the counter once the young man had stepped away, Bob placed his items on the counter & looked up at the security mirror above & behind the counter." I need to comb my hair.", he thought.

Outside, Tecumseh was rounding the corner, having left the mensroom, when he just missed being run into by a young man, obviously pre-occupied."Whoa !! Sorry there, little man ! Didn't see ya there !" 
Tecumseh bristled at the "little man" comment, but tamped down his annoyance. "Forget it.", Tecumseh said & started on his way, only to be held back by the young man's hand on his shoulder. " Say, be on your guard. There's a faggot inside !"

"Just a second, please."  Bob smiled at the old gentleman behind the counter. "Those Hostess cupcakes are calling to me !!"

"Yeah. I'm standin' in line waitin' & I see this queer behind me, in the mirror, groovin' on my ass!"
Tecumseh stood silently, his face perfectly masking the growing anger behind it.
The young guy continued, " That muther-fucker was poppin' a fuckin' woodie tryin' to crawl up my asshole ! Fucker was droolin' like Liberace at a Boy Scouts Rally !" He laughed derisively ! " So, watch out little man. He might take ya for a little boy & y'know them faggots love 'em some sweet baby boy bootie !"
Tecumseh's hands had tightened into balled fists ! As he stared up into the still laughing young man's face, he stated quietly, "Not all of us. ". With lightening speed, his right arm drew back, then sprang forward, landing a rock solid, crushing blow to the young man's crotch ! The young man's face turned a deep burgundy as he doubled over, falling to his knees. Then, before hitting the ground, the contents of his stomach began to spew from his mouth onto the blacktop ! 
Glowering over the incapacitated youngster, Tecumseh sneered, " For instance, this big ol' Najavi faggot grooves on MAN Ass !!"

The cashier was counting out Bob's change, when the entry door suddenly banged opened ! It was Cumseh ! "  Bob ! Let's go ! NOW !!"
"Just baggin' up my...", Bob began, but Tecumseh had already stormed off ! Bob hadn't known Tecumseh long, but he realized immediately that Cumseh was serious, angry &, Bob was completely convinced, very likely to leave without him if he didn't follow ASAP ! Bob scooped up his newly bought chips, leaving the rest of his purchases on the counter. Once outside, Bob quickly spied the young stud he'd earlier been admiring writhing on the ground. "What the... Cumseh ? Cumseh ?!". Bob sprinted over the heaving homo-phobe.
"TECUMSEH !?!"

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