The length of the trip isn't a surprise. The sheer boredom of the trip isn't really a surprise either. I'd taken this trip at least thirty times, back and forth.
I leave from Kenosha, WI at about 7pm, drive all night and find myself in Rapid City, SD at a bit before 8am their time. The trip on I-90 isn't just boring. It's mind-numbingly boring.
My family lived back there, and if it had just been mom and dad, which would have been fine, but way into her 40's, my kid brother had come up as a 'surprise'. It was kind of strange to have a kid brother almost 22 years younger than me, but it was a lot of fun...well, besides the road trip. Oh, believe me, if I could have flown, I would have been all over that.
Christmas, 1999. My kid brother, Jonah, had turned 5 earlier in the year, and I was driving out to see the family with a big box of Hot Wheels that I'd been collecting here and there for almost a year. I figured I'd be able to sit on the kitchen floor with him for hours, playing like I was much younger than I was.
Things back home were shit anyway. My wife had been having an affair for the last 6 months. If I'd known how to end it, I totally would have, but to be honest, I still liked her, even if she did lie to my face almost daily. We hadn't had sex in over a year and it wasn't looking too promising for the near future.
Is it cool to say I think that I'd given up? That I'd thought I was just not going to have sex ever again?
The snow started coming down in earnest by the time I hit Rochester, MN. When I finally saw the sign that said, "Albert Lea 33", I could barely see the road.
I spied some truck tail lights and followed them the 25 miles to a Truck Stop by the Interstate in Albert Lea. Although my AWD Subaru Legacy handled itself just fine, visibility was terrible. When we finally stopped, I went to the truck driver, a younger guy, and thanked him. He smiled and implied that he'd help if he could.
The weather continued to get worse as I sat in a corner of the truck stop, sipping a cup of machine-dispensed cappuccino. It was terrible. The 7 hours I'd already driven began to take its toll and I briefly put my head down on the table.
My eyes snapped open and I popped my head up. I had arrived a bit after 2 AM, put my head down at 2:30. It was now a touch after 3. I couldn't believe that I'd actually fallen asleep. The coffee was cold and my bladder needed some relief.
A short hallway led down to a large bathroom. I went in and aligned myself at a urinal, undoing the drawstring of my comfortable pants (best to wear comfy clothes on long trips). As the door's hydraulic pistons finally shut the hallway's noises out, I heard something quietly behind me, near the stalls. I finished up what I was doing, but based familiarity of the noises, I opted to forgo washing my hands out of curiosity.
Going around the short wall behind me, I found the doorways to four stalls. All of them were open. The furthest from where I stood had a pair of shoes, cowboy boots, coming out of them facing down. I walked forward cautiously...as though I were going to tread on something important as I peered around the wall into the stall.
The young trucker I'd followed to the rest stop was seated on toilet, pants down. Another younger guy was furiously sucking the young man's ample cock. The man on his knees was pumping away at his own prick, hidden underneath his body. I'd quickly peeked and just as fast pulled my head back. The vision was etched into my head in any case.
I'd never really considered gay sex. I mean, in college I'd spent a little time hanging out with some gay people, but it never showed as anything more than a curiosity.
Now, here I was with a glaring example. I don't know if it was my dry spell, my apathy or it might've just been some sort of reset in my system. Before I'd realized what I was thinking, my own cock had sprung to life. I glanced down at the bulge in my pants like it was some stranger. It was then that I heard, "You know, you could join in" from inside the stall.
