Knight in Shining Tow Truck - 1. Chapter 1

It had been a long day. A very long day. A very long, shitty day.

I had a meeting four hours from the city in the middle of nowhere and had to rent a car to get there. It was going to be a tedious day so as a reward and something to look forward to, I had made plans with one of my favorite submissive cum dump bottoms in my neighborhood for when I got back. I was so focused on prepping for this meeting, I hadn’t gotten off in three days and ready to bust.

I picked up the economy rental, got myself situated, and headed out on the daunting drive. Everything was going smoothly until I made a quick stop to get an iced coffee about an hour into the drive. When I got back in the car and tried to start it, nothing happened.

I tried multiple times, swiping the electronic keycard and then turning the key. I kept rereading the instructions on the back of the thick, plastic, microchipped card and doing each step in order over and over again with no success.

I don’t know a ton about cars but I knew that there wasn’t anything wrong with the car itself but had to be the electronic keycard. It was used for convenience so you could pick up and drop off the rental anywhere in the city. Just hold it on the door to unlock, get in and the keys would be inside. I had used it without issue many times in the past and It worked when I got in this morning.

I tried everything I could think of, but after fifteen minutes, I had to call customer service. After another fifteen minutes of troubleshooting with the naive agent, her manager was able to force out a remote signal that allowed the car key access. The whole thing is nonsense, which I mentioned every time I had to call the customer service line.

About an hour later the iced coffee was taking its toll on my bladder and I had to make a pitstop. After a quick piss, I went back to the car and the same problem happened. After another twenty minutes on the phone and a guarantee that this wouldn’t happen again, I was back on the road.

I set out early to make sure I would arrive with plenty of time in case of traffic and have time to collect my thoughts but my extra-large buffer time was dwindling with the unexpected delays.

The day was starting with enough issues and I knew I wouldn't want to make any unnecessary stops on my way back to finally unload my tension deep inside my buddy's tight, smooth hole. I figured I still had enough time before my meeting though, so I pulled into a gas station to fill up for the ride home.

Deciding to make one more stop only about ten minutes from my destination proved to be a mistake. It happened again, the fucking car wouldn't start. I was fuming by the time the signal came through. The manager kept apologizing and promised yet again it would definitely not happen after this time, but if it did, just call, ask for Kyle and he would send the signal immediately.

Flustered and fuming from my rental experience, I arrived just in time for the bullshit meeting. I barely had a moment to calm myself down before entering the only office building for miles.

The meeting was boring and the clients were irritating and indecisive. We ended up running almost two hours late but we got everything accomplished. Finally finished I rushed back to the piece of shit rental, eager to get home and get naked with my sexy neighbor. I was feeling extra excitable and thinking about additional ways we would play that night hoping he was free for a long session of being used. Not surprisingly, the car would not turn on. I did my best to keep my cool and luckily was able to get directly through to Kyle. He kept his promise and I was on my way in less than five minutes.

In my haste to get the fuck out of the podunk town that made no sense for my clients to have their headquarters in, I forgot to take a leek before I left the office. I made it about twenty miles before I decided to make what I hoped to be my only stop on the long journey home. I pull off the road in front of a rundown gas station and minimart.

Feeling confident at how quick the turn around my last interaction with my nemesis/new best friend Kyle was, I turn off the car, instantly feeling the heat from the hot, thickly humid, day as I opened the door.

It was fucking closed! Fucking hell!

I just about lost it at that point. I pulled and banged on the door and walked around back yelling for someone to let me in! My efforts were useless since no one was there.

Out of the building rage and pent-up frustration from all the shitty events of the day, I unzip my fly, whip out my dick and just start pissing on the side of the shack, cursing while I wave my flowing dick around the innocent property.

As my stream subsides, so does my anger, realizing how ridiculous I was acting. I shook off, put my junk away, and stomped back to the car, relieved no one happened to show up during my tantrum.

The car wouldn’t fucking start. Again.

I shouldn't have been surprised or let it get to me but I felt my blood boiling again after the momentary relief, ready to raise hell.

I pulled out my phone, trying to calm myself with the reassurance that my buddy Kyle would have me up and running in no time.

I had no fucking service! Not even one fucking bar of hope!

I screamed out toward the sky. After letting go of an animalistic noise for a comical twenty straight seconds, I start laughing hysterically.

This was all too much! A true comedy of errors.

I set out on a simple, tedious day planning to be home, stripped from my monkey suit and balls deep in a tight hole, filling it at least once by 9 pm at the latest. It was already past 7 at that point and I was trapped still hours away from the city.

After pointless attempts at waving my arms and pacing around to find service, I shove the useless phone into my pocket. I stand by the side of the road and don’t see a single set of headlights in either direction. I just keep looking around, hoping for a sign of life amongst the absolute nothingness on either side of me beside the thick forest lining the abandoned road.

After a couple of minutes of rapidly looking back and forth for any possible car to come into view, my anxiety starts to set in. I head back to the mini-mart and walk around it again, hoping something would help me find a solution before I resigned to dying out here in the middle of nowhere.

How did places like this still exist? My spoiled, city-boy ego asked on repeat as I muttered profanity out loud.

I make my way around to the small structure back to the spot I had my earlier moment of weakness and lost all my composure. Luckily there was a pay phone! How did I not remember it? I just pissed right next to it, possibly even on it.

I reached for the beat-up, weathered receiver while holding my breath. There was a dial tone! There was hope, I may not die out here on the side of the road after all!

I had lost "it", found "it" and lost "it" again by the time I finished describing in detail the situation with the night shift supervisor, Dave. Kyle had left for the day and somehow forgot to inform his counterpart of the customer stranded in bumblefuck.

I had calmed down finally and, to his credit, Dave was very helpful and apologetic. I had to run from the pay phone to the car multiple times to see if it worked and after the seventh unsuccessful time, Dave realized the issue. The signal was sent using cell towers and the car, like my cell phone, was in a dead zone.

I wanted to cry at that point and even told Dave so as he continually apologized for the inconvenience. He said to give him five minutes and to call back, promising he’d have a solution.

I was sweaty, angry, hungry, thirsty, and helpless. It was almost dark out but the humidity was still thick, not allowing the sunless sky to provide any relief from the heat. I finally took off my jacket and tie and threw them in the car. I called Dave back for what would hopefully be an easy solution.

It wasn’t.

The only way to get the car to start was to move it to the nearest rental hub. The only rental hub was about forty-five minutes to an hour from where I was stranded. The only way to get the car there was a tow truck. The only tow truck around would be on its way in an hour AFTER it finished the drop off it was en route which was ANOTHER hour in a different direction.

It was almost 10 pm when I hung up the phone, absolutely defeated after consenting to my only option for salvation. Dave tried to apologize again and again and offer different compensation, but I told him I would call back to settle things once I finally got the fuck home. I didn't have anything left to try to get out of this day.

I still had at least two hours until I'd be picked up, another hour after that before I'd be able to get the fucking thing started and start my drive, then over three hours on the road.

Nothing to do but sit on my ass and wait. I walked around the store again, praying to find a vending machine that I might've missed earlier or an open window, with no luck. I tried the front door again, pulling it with all my might, it wouldn’t budge. I kicked the stones nearby out of frustration when I noticed something.

One of them wasn't a stone at all! It was a hide-a-key!

Finally, something was working out. I crack open the plastic and pull out the key. I say a silent prayer as I slide the shiny metal into the lock and turn.

It worked!

I used the flashlight on my phone as I entered. I remembered thinking if the owners came by for any reason I’d probably be shot on sight for breaking and entering in whatever hick area I was in. I may be in upstate New York, a famously blue state, but it seemed like an area that didn't abide by state law. I didn't care at the moment. I couldn’t give a shit even if I tried.

Luckily, this shit hole wasn’t just a convenience store but also a liquor store. I grabbed a bottle of whiskey, a couple of waters, a six-pack, candy, and a couple of bags of chips. I fished out two twenties to leave behind when I saw the cigarettes on display behind the counter. I pulled out another twenty, left the cash on top of the register, and reached for a pack of lights. I shoved everything in a plastic bag, went outside, and locked the door before returning the key to its hiding place.

I dumped everything onto the hood of the car and smiled at my bounty. I chugged down a bottle of water and tore open a bag of chips.

Ten minutes later I had finished three bags of chips, two bottles of water, and a Snickers. With my hunger and thirst somewhat satisfied, I grabbed the pack of cigarettes and lit one, savoring the first inhale after years of abstaining. I wanted a shot of whiskey but opted for a beer instead. I would have to drive eventually.

Three beers later I decided I would just sleep in the car in a parking lot and took a big swig of whiskey. Any hope of getting my dick wet that night had vanished.

Around midnight I was having a great time by myself, drunk and delirious. I had stripped off my dress shirt, socks, and shoes after my first beer and was ready to ditch my sweat-dampened trousers if the tow truck didn't arrive soon.

I chain-smoked and swigged whiskey while looking up at the stars and danced around to the music on my dying phone under the one dim streetlight.

If I had service I probably would’ve spent the whole time waiting watching porn and jerking off but without the stimulation or visuals, I couldn't focus. I wasn’t in the right mindset to use my imagination after my shitty day.

Now, I'm leaning against the side of the car, dick and in hand, drawing circles on the concrete with my whiskey and beer-fueled piss, chuckling to myself. High beams wash over me and illuminate the steam radiating from the hot, urine-soaked ground as a truck with a loud engine approaches.

In my buzzed state of mind, I don’t react as I normally would have and only glance up toward where the light was coming from while I finish relieving myself. I had almost forgotten that someone was coming to get me at this point and think it is just a passerby.

My eyes adjust to the bright lights shining at me as the truck comes to a stop a few feet away. Right when my stream ends I see the door to the truck open. I zip up my pants as a tall broad frame walks toward me. I can only make out the silhouette of a giant man in the glaring backlighting.

The reality of the entire situation catches up to me as the driver steps closer and I'm able to make out some of his brooding, rugged features.

“Guessing your Aden?” he asks in a deep voice with a slight twang.

“Ummm… yeah,” I reply sheepishly, “Sorry… I...”

“Don’t worry about it buddy, when nature calls, you gotta answer!" the tall shadow laughs, "So, sounds like you’re in a bit of a bind huh?”

“That’s for fucking sure,” I spit back before quickly apologizing, “Sorry, been a long fucking day."

It wasn't this guy's fault.

“I hear ya. Sorry for the wait, had quite the day myself!"

As much as I want to be mad at the guy for taking so long, I don’t have the energy. Not to mention his friendly demeanor and sexy redneck, repairman vibes were winning my boozy ass over.

“I’m gonna pull up in front, why don’t you grab your stuff and wait over there? I’ll get you on your way in no time!”

“Thanks,” I say, genuinely grateful for this knight in shining tow truck that has come to my rescue.

I toss the remaining beers, whiskey, and snacks back in the plastic bag, grab my socks, shoes, and shirt from the passenger seat and step off to the side as he maneuvers the shiny yet beat-up-looking pickup in front of my rental. I watch from a few feet away as I take a small swig of whiskey and light up another smoke. I had fully resigned to sleeping in the car that night till I sobered up enough to do the long drive back in the morning so one more sip couldn't hurt.

While standing there watching this hunk of a man work in the muggy night I started to feel a tingle in my crotch and my imagination starts to run free.

He was the type of tow truck driver you only ever see in porn, never experience in real life. He had to be about 6’4" and at least 230 lbs of beefy, solid muscle. His big biceps bulged as he did whatever it was he did. His legs were like tree trunks, covered in the same thick golden brown fur as his forearms and in his exposed damp pits.

His clothes were exactly what you would think a tow truck driver would wear on a humid, summer day, a pair of baggy cargo shorts, a white t-shirt stained in oil, with the sleeves torn off, and worn-out, untied work boots. My eyes lingered on his torso, enjoying the way his tee clung to him as it got almost transparent from the building sweat.

I found out his big, beefy ass was furry too when he bent over for some reason at one point. His shorts slipped down a couple of inches, exposing a hint of his hairy crack that peaked out above the waistband.

I found out his hair was brown with natural, sun-bleached when he took off his faded hat to wipe the sweat dripping off his prominent brow.

I was totally lusting after this macho man as I stood by offering no help.

I am staring at him pretty blatantly. He doesn’t seem to notice, or maybe he thinks I'm just curious about the process of how a car is towed. Either way, he continues his work and I continue to admire him, especially the many times he bends over in front of me.

He moves quickly and with intention, and even whistles while he works. If he wasn’t so hot I would be annoyed by his upbeat attitude this late in the worst fucking day.

“Just about done, climb on in,” he calls out to me while lifting the base of his t-shirt to wipe his face.

I don't move as I drink in the briefly exposed view of a solid, furry stomach, complete with deep "V" lines that direct my eyes toward a promising, full bulge in the front of his tattered shorts. I start to wonder what kind of underwear he is wearing underneath... if any.

A loud clank snapped me back to reality. I make my way over to the front of the truck when I realize I am still half-naked. I slip my dress shirt back on, cringing as it sticks to my damp skin while I button a few buttons. I climb into the passenger side, put my bag on the floor, and slid my socks and shoes back onto my sweaty feet, regretting the choice of the stocking-like pair of dress socks and snug loafers I chose that morning.

I swing the door shut and adjust my swampy ass in the seat. The cab is quiet and pretty dingy. The loud engine is muffled in the confined, closed space. It smells like man... masculine, sweaty, musky man.

Man musk drives me wild. Ripe pits and sweaty balls get my dick hard and there was proof of that rapidly growing in my pants.

I sit appreciating the hotboxing effect in the steamy truck when the driver's side door opens.

I watch as this walking wet dream climbs in next to me with a big, bright smile. I could really see his chiseled facial features now and they are even better than I had thought in the dark. He is really quite handsome in a classically rugged way.

His jaw is square, his chin is sharp, and his cheekbones are high. He has a strong nose, dark blue eyes surrounded by thick lashes under full brows, and a couple of days' growth of thick, brown stubble on his tanned face. His age is hard to decipher but the fine lines around his friendly eyes give him a look of maturity.

“Woof - sorry, it's steamy in here. A/Cs busted,” he explains and smacks the dashboard to accentuate his point but makes no attempt at opening the windows.

Neither do I.

“It’s no problem,” I say, suddenly shy in his presence.

“So looks like I’m taking you to the Motor Lodge in Hillsdale?” he asks while looking down at his clipboard.

“Honestly, I don’t fucking know.”

He looks up and smiles at me softly. For such a brute he seems pretty friendly and quite kind.

“Sorry buddy, the agency told me all about your ordeal. Good news is, the beds are comfortable at least.”

“Huh?” I truly have no clue what he is talking about.

“The beds at the Motel… They’re comfortable,” he repeats to my clueless face.

“Oh, that’s good I guess,” I say, still not fully grasping why it matters.

'Maybe I’d treat myself to a room instead of sleeping it off in the car' I think as his gaze returns to his clipboard.

I can’t really focus on anything aside from the fresh stink radiating from the sweaty man next to me, filling the small space, as he finishes his paperwork.

“Alright! Let's head out!” he says excitedly.

He tosses the clipboard on the dashboard, turns off the overhead light, and shifts the rumbling truck into drive. In the safety of the darkness, I can sneak better glances at him I realize as he looks side to side and pulls onto the deserted road.

We ride in silence for a few minutes, with the sounds of clanking metal and the loud engine in the background, muffled by the closed windows, trapping the ripe-scented heat, while the bright, spinning, yellow light flashes above us. I’m sweating like crazy in the musky cabin and from my secret glances I see the stud next to me is too. I breathe through my nose, savoring every whiff, and use the bag of booze and snacks to hide my physical excitement.

The day had been absolute shit and had me more tense than I can ever remember being but now I can feel myself start to relax.

“I’m John by the way,” he says softly, out of nowhere.