I was watching a movie with Chelsea in my bed when Mark walked in and asked, "You two sure have gotten close lately. What's going on?" as he looked around my room at a few of my new additions and upgrades like my big screen TV. Chelsea and I have been hanging out more since that fateful night a couple months ago. I'd figure why just make ends meet when I can make even more. There were a couple truckers that liked having both me and Chelsea together so we made quite a bit as a team.
I wasn't officially gay but I did like to have sex with men. I'd gotten a couple trucker ladies here and there but they mainly just wanted me to go down on them. Me and Chelsea got lucky with one chick where she wanted us both. Life was good. Mark just stood there, perplexed at how much I was making in such a short time. I still worked at my job at the mall and Chelsea still worked at Walmart. But every other night we'd be out and about on the hunt. Tonight we were heading to the truck stop by Highway 18 which was a good spot. A handful of BJs, a fuck or two and I was done for the night.
We got there around 9 pm and went our separate ways. I was heading towards the far right row of trucks when a strong hand grabbed me and spun me around. A tall brute of a man growled, "What do you think you're doing boy? I've seen you around here a little too often." Fearing for my life I stammered, "I'm...s-s-s-sorry. I won't come back here ever again." He grinned knowing he already defeated me mentally and said, "You and that girl have been whoring yourself out here haven't ya? Probably made quite a bit of money. Well that stops now...unless you give me my cut. I own this truck stop and you're working on my property. I'm owed some dues boy. Go tell that cunt too. I want half or I'm calling the cops."
Still in shock, I just nodded my head and ran to find Chelsea. She was chatting up a rather small guy when I interrupted. She knew something was wrong and quickly asked, "What happened? Did someone hurt you?" I shook my head and told her what happened.
"That fucking scumbag. Half? Lets just get out of here," She replied. But when we looked at our car, he was standing right by it with a phone in his hand. He knew he had the upper hand. Chelsea took my hand and we walked over to him.
"Half is way too much. Go ahead, call the cops. We haven't done nothing and all they'll do is trespass us. Tell you what, our offer is you get $40 every night we're here. It's not like we're Vegas escorts. These are blue collar truckers that barely want to pay $20 a blowjob," Chelsea offered. The owner scoffed, "Ha, I want $100 and you can use the showers." Chelsea huffed, "$40 and a blowjob and we get to use the showers."
The owner's brows raised and asked, "A blowjob from who? You? No thanks. Maybe him." I looked at Chelsea and she looked back at me to see if I was ok with it. I nodded and then they shook hands. The owner turned to me and said, "The name's Jon but you can call me Mr. Jon. Come on, let me get some of that down payment." as he nodded towards the truck stop building. He led me through the back door and then to his office. He locked the door and then sat down behind his desk. Mr. Jon waved me to come and start as he kicked off his jeans.
"Let's see how that money making mouth of your's is," he said with a chuckle. I went to him and noticed a few monitors by his desk. I saw Chelsea go back and talk to the short guy again. His cock was already at attention as I closed my lips over it. I started to suck at a quick pace to get it over with but he grabbed a handful of my hair and growled, "Take it easy. I want to enjoy this. What's your rush?" I did as I was told, slowly bobbing my head up and down on his cock. I felt his smooth cock skin and the pronounced veins passing through my lips. Over the passed few weeks, I'd learn to hone my craft. My pride in it was taking over and the overwhelming desire to give him satisfaction grew.
