My name is Andrew, and I would usually say that my life is a pretty boring one: working at a desk job, placing data in a spread sheet for hours, then getting home to eat alone, sleeping, and finally getting ready to continue the cycle. However, things have changed drastically. Before I say exactly how, I need to give some context behind everything.
After so much monotonous work, I was able to take a few days off, which I decided to use to surprise my mom across the country by giving her a small visit. I didn't have much money to spend on a full-on flight, so I decided to go by car. It was not the best idea, since this was my first time going back to my mom's place since I moved, and I did not fully know how long the road was or how empty it would be along the way.
Either way, I put my luggage in the back of the car and placed some stuff in a backpack, which I then placed on my passenger seat, so I didn't have to stop too often along the road for water or food. Little did I know that that was something I did not have to worry much about compared to a different situation. Anyways, I would then venture on my little roadtrip, unknowing of what would happen during my journey.
After a few hours of driving, I realized I had a bit of an issue. I was running out of gas. I could not believe I didn't think about filling the tank before leaving the city, but all I could think of doing was conserving what I had so I wouldn't end up fully stranded in the middle of nowhere. I pulled up on the side of the highway and looked for my phone in my backpack in order to call for help, of course. However, all I had were snacks and water. I messed up.
I didn't have my phone with me, and I realized this at the most awful time. I remembered not seeing any buildings for a long time, so walking about was not really an option, and there didn't seem to be many cars going past the area. I was getting a bit nervous since I didn't really know exactly where I was or what to do. I was guiding myself through the signs along the way on the side of the road, but after this, I was regretful not to have used something like a map or GPS. All I could think of doing was taking out my bag and backpack from the car and trying to get the attention of a potential passerby.
After about 15 minutes or so, I started to see a truck moving in my direction. I was glad to see someone who could maybe help me. I stood up and made some signs for the trucker to stop, as it kept getting closer. However, it wasn't stopping. The truck sped past me, as if I wasn't even there.
"Fuck you, asshole!" I screamed from frustration at being ignored. I kicked some pebbles around to let out my anger. It kind of worked.
I had to wait almost half an hour for the next vehicle to show up; this time, however, it was a motorcycle. But not just any bike; it looked to be one of those outlaw bikes you would see gangs use in movies. I was unsure if I would even want to call the attention of a potential biker gang member. However, even when I didn't make a move, the biker seemed to be slowing down. I was getting worried about the potential danger that could come from this, but in my desperation, my mind also thought that he might be stopping to help out.
The biker stopped at the back of my parked car. He didn't say anything as he got off his bike and began approaching me. He was pretty decently tall, just a little over 6 feet. He was wearing all leather, from his jacket to his pants, and he even had some thick leather biker boots on that made him look even more menacing. As he took off his helmet, I could see he looked pretty well kept, with a nice cut beard and combed brown hair. After he finally walked over to my side with his helmet at his hip, he began talking to me in a pretty deep voice.
"What are you doing on the side of the highway?" He said it, almost mockingly. "Don't tell me it's some dumb shit like you ran out of gas or something." He smirked, as if he knew he was right. which he was.
"Yeah, that's exactly it." I responded, almost embarrassed. "Could you help me out?"
"I mean, I was planning to." He began. "I'm not the type of man to leave a guy out baking in the sun." He stated, as he held out his hand, which I now noticed was also wearing leather gloves.
"Thank you so much... I sighed in relief at finally finding someone who was willing to save me. I grabbed the man's hand, and he told me to get on his bike with him. He said he knew a place for me to get gas for my car that was not that far from where we were. I followed him over as he sat on the motorcycle seat, waiting for me to get on.
"So, I just sit right behind you?" I ask a little nervously, since it seems quite an awkward situation. "On the same seat?"
"Of course. Also, hold my hips so you don't go flying." He said it with a pretty serious face. making the motion of holding his own hips with his left hand.
"Really?" I asked, a bit uncomfortable with touching another man's hips. It just felt odd to me.
"If you're worried about looking like a homo when you are about to overheat, we might have some more problems on our hands." He said it with a chilled-out expression. His logic was sound, so I was obliged to get along with him.
I sat right behind him, placing my hands on his hips kind of loosely in order to not make myself feel too weird. This was the closest I had been to a man. I knew I was straight and was not feeling comfortable touching a man in this way. He clearly noticed how weakly I was holding him since, as he started up the bike, he took his left hand and placed it on mine, turning his head around to look at me.
"You've got to hold on harder than that if you don't want to fly away!" He claimed that as the bike began to run, it got faster by the second. From the speed, I was forced to now not only hold his hips but fully hug this stranger by his hips and chest.
The bike was going so fast at this point that I couldn't speak. I closed my eyes, and part of me was so shocked and scared that I barely felt like I could hear the sound of the bike speeding through the highway. It took some time of silent riding before we began to slow down. I couldn't tell how long it was or how far we had gone, but we seemed to have arrived at our destination. As the bike stopped, I noticed we were in a parking space, surrounded by some bushes.
