I was hanging out at one of those convenience store restaurants a few weeks ago and somebody left a newspaper at one of the booths. An ad caught my eye about truck driving school and it started me thinking about my future. I'm always looking for a better paying job but sometimes it seems impossible to get from here to there. When I looked out the window a tanker truck pulled into the parking lot and I saw the driver get out of the cab and start unloading gasoline into the station's underground storage tanks. It wasn't hard work and definitely more promising than the shit hole restaurant where I was currently working.
I'm not a very big guy at just over five feet tall, but I'm solid muscle and have a nice 7" cock with big fat nuts. I know I would never get hired for some jobs but truck driving - hell yeah. I pulled out my phone and called the school right there at the gas station. Three weeks later I'm driving my pickup across eastern Oklahoma looking for Drumright and a chance to start something new.
I picked this driving school because they had a dormitory that was affordable and because I had been in the Army, the GI Bill was paying the tuition. There's no way I could pay for a hotel for 3 months so the dorm was my only option. The dorm was an old motel next to the school that had seen better days, but it looked clean enough and it was only for three months. The new semester started the next day and they only had one spot left in a shared room.
I went to the school office and an older lady gave me a key to my room and told me to knock before I went in. She said some of the students are jumpy the first time they meet their roommate so it is better not to surprise them. She also told me that the other guy in my room had already checked in and knew I was coming.
Walking to the room I saw some fat broads with big hair and weathered middle aged guys that looked like they were fresh out of Big Mac (McAlester state prison). It's only for three months I kept telling myself. Shit, I've lived in my pickup truck for three months, how bad could this be.
I was assigned to Room 212 which was at the end of the second floor overlooking the parking lot where all the big trucks were parked. I looked out the window at the end of the hall before I knocked on the door and remembered the purpose of all this - learning to drive a truck. I banged on the door and waited a couple of minutes, nothing. No noise, no TV, totally quiet. I banged again, this time with the bottom of my fist and it was loud enough anybody would hear it. I heard footsteps and the door opened.
"You the roommate?", he said. I looked up and almost wet my pants. He was at least 6'6" tall and had to weigh in at 240. Muscles popping out of his shirt, full beard, eyes like steel.
"Uh, yeah", I said weakly, "My name is Mark Miller". He stretched out his big hairy paw and grabbed my hand, "Rick Harden", he said. He crunched down on my hand and I had to grip with all I had to keep from wincing. He looked me over and I felt like a toy poodle who had just peed on the floor; fucking great first impression.
He turned and went back into the room. I walked in and dropped my bag. The room was small as hell with one double bed against a wall, two straight backed chairs and a little round table between them. "Is there another bed somewhere?", I asked.
"One bed", he answered, "I already asked. Betty said this was the last room they had available and was usually for married couples".
Fuck, so I'm going to be thrown on the floor every time this grizzly bear turns over. "You gotta be shitting me", I said.
"That's what we got, not much reason to bitch about it," he said looking directly at me. His eyes were like lasers, I knew not to raise a stink, there was nothing he or anyone else could do about it.
