Everyone cheered as they entered the locker room. Spirits were high as the team had just won the swim meet, with team captain Brad being the MVP this day. The energy levels remained heightened as everyone showered and got dressed. The win called for a celebration, and the boys were planning to have a big night out.
However, as the team boarded their shuttle, Brad head towards his car. This swim meet was out of town, roughly a three hour drive, and so they had to travel. Normally, Brad would have gone with his team in their university's shuttle bus, but today he decided to go separately.
He told the team and their coaches that he had a family event that night which he couldn't miss, so he would be bringing his own car. The truth was, there was no family thing. Brad was leaving early on his own to meet up with Sam (from chapter 1).
It had been two weeks since their hookup at the seedy motel. Brad asked Sam to hook up again just two days after, but the older man was not available to meet him. Not because he didn't want to, but because he was physically incapable of it.
Despite his old age and terrible physical condition, Sam fucked Brad like a madman. The sex was amazing, but at a cost. Sam pushed his body way beyond its limits and so he had to deal with the consequences. His back and knees were pretty fucked after their tryst, causing him a lot of pain. It was definitely worth it for Sam, but unfortunately, it meant he couldn't fuck Brad again until now.
Brad felt bad for Sam, but it also turned him on that he got fucked so hard by an old man that it left him bedridden. Although, now that Sam had recovered, he was more than eager to be able to meet up. He wasn't sex deprived the past two weeks by any means, and had been getting laid, but his experience with Sam was particularly hot and he really wanted to be used by him again, so he opted to ditch the team and celebrate their victory in a different way.
As the young athlete drove down the freeway with a boner in his shorts from the thought of being fucked by Sam again, he received a voice message from the man, explaining and apologizing. A good friend of his just had a heart attack and he was going to visit him in the hospital. This meant that he would not be able to meet Brad. The college hunk was really let down since he was looking forward to servicing Sam again, but he couldn't hold it against the man since he did have a good reason for why he had to cancel.
While he wasn't mad that Sam called for a rain check, the cancellation caused his libido and horniness to fly out the window, and so the fatigue from the swim meet crept in. Brad was now wishing he was on the bus with his friends instead of on this long drive alone, tired as fuck.
He knew that he would be tired after the meet, but his horniness would have given him the energy he needed for an excellent fuck with Sam. However, now that is wasn't happening and his lust had subsided, it was like he ran out of fuel. So, tired and disappointed, Brad checked his GPS for a rest stop and found a gas station with a diner coming up.
Upon arriving, Brad noticed the place was very run down and sketchy. He normally wouldn't stop at a place like this, but he was very tired and hungry, so it would have to do. After all, he bent over for dirty old men, why should he pass over a dirty old diner.
Brad sat at the counter and was approached by a pleasant looking waitress named Chrissy, as per her name tag.
"What can I get for you handsome?" She asked.
"I'm just looking for something light to get me by on my drive. Any suggestions?" Brad answered.
"Well, we serve a mean grilled cheese sandwich."
"Okay, sure. Let's go with that," he said with a smile.
The waitress couldn't help but blush. Brad had that effect on people.
"Coming right up! By the way, got any major food allergies?" Chrissy asked.
"Nope. All good," Brad replied.
"Alright. I'll be back when your sandwich is ready," she said, while tucking her hair behind her ear and giving Brad a shy smile, before walking back into the kitchen.
Chrissy was pretty hot, Brad thought. He imagined his teammates would be trying to hit on her if they were here with him. She wasn't his type though. First of all, she was a girl, and second, she was very conventionally attractive. Brad's interests, we know, skew very differently from that.
Brad tried scrolling through his social media feed while waiting for his order, but the signal was really bad, so his mobile data struggled to load anything. He looked around trying to find a magazine or newspaper to read, which is when he saw the man sitting at the other end of the counter.
The man was wearing a red, sleeveless flannel shirt that he had open, with a white tank top underneath, faded jeans, brown work boots and a cap. If Brad had to guess based on his outfit, he would say the man was a trucker, and he would be right. Of course, him being the only other person in the diner helped Brad come to that conclusion since there was an 18-wheeler semitruck parked outside.
He was tall, probably around 6'2 or 6'3 compared to Brad's 6'0. His body was also very big, though he wasn't sure if this was muscle or fat. He also had a huge gut that seemed to be hard, as opposed to soft and flabby. Despite the cap, Brad could tell he was bald. However, he did have a full beard that was salt and pepper. His face was ugly, and there was something about it that looked very mean, but Brad couldn't quite pinpoint what it was exactly.
Brad realized that he must have been staring at the man because he gave him a ghoulish smile and a wink. Brad immediately turned his gaze away from the man and just looked down at his phone, and saw the outline of his now hard dick through his jeans.
Just then, Chrissy came with his sandwich. He was so thankful for her timing because it saved him from the awkward situation with the man. He would definitely be leaving her a good tip.
Brad minded his own business as he ate his sandwich, never looking back at the trucker. Although, he could sort of see from his peripheral vision that the man had his eyes on him the entire time.
Did this mean that the trucker was gay too? Or at the very least, interested in him? For as many times as Brad had hooked up with dirty old men, it had always been through apps. He's never picked up, or been picked up, by a guy in person, let alone a big, scary looking trucker in a gas station diner away from civilization. Brad was nervous, but also really fucking horny for this man. However, he wasn't sure how to get things rolling.
He finished his food quickly and billed out. He paid, making sure to leave Chrissy a big tip. He was about to walk out the diner when he got an idea. He turned around and asked Chrissy where the restroom was.
"It's just out back, behind the diner," she said, and waved him goodbye.
As he moved to the exit, he made sure to try and get some quick eye contact with the trucker. He wasn't sure if the trucker caught his glance, but he was too shy to try anything else. He left the diner and head for the bathroom.
