I had a ford pickup truck with a camper shell and a bunch of junk. I was running away again because wherever I was wasn't working. Which would mean it is time to start over some different. My mother and funder of such adventures would disagree. After six months of unemployment she sent me money to make it Vegas.
At twenty three I was slightly autistic from being a blue baby. This condition occurs when a baby's blood doesn't have enough oxygen or hemoglobin, a protein that carries oxygen around the body. I have social issues, and don't fit in. I have worked in restaurants all my life and managed a few on a night shift. In a good economy I can always find work. My problem is people. I am too smart, too strong, too boring, to be homsexual. So , pretend I am straight because I can get by with it. I do not have to put up with their redneck crap. I make a much better straight person. As a guy guy, people want to fight for some reason like hate.
Then some girl, a waitress, a everyday female customer will hit on me, and I can't refuse it will blow my cover create other problems. While I do admit some have zero possibilities I say not interested. If she is good-looking, we date, I hold her off, with just making out. Cheat and go out with some else. If still around after a second month we finally grind it. For a while nightly until I move in and we start to pretend. It's still sex just not my preference. We play the couple she thinks she's in love. Wants kids. I look for an exit.
I left Denver for Las Vegas it was downhill all the way after I climb a mountain to Vail. I am gay I check out rest areas. I have no time clock just a small budget. In the back of my truck I have dozens of milk creates full of my all stuff. On top of that a thin sheet of plywood, with a full size mattress full made with sheets and pillowcase. You can climb the truck window and bring electricity with you. The window aree tinted but with a light on you can see in. I have stuff to block them with.
Ten miles outside of Vail a young man hitchhiking. Backpack and duffel bag. Percy going to Vegas he has been out there all day and freezing Please get me out of here. He was able to split his backpack in half and along with the duffel bag fit them both behind his seat. He removes the scarf and gloves holding his hands to the heater vents. The guy was hot. Pecks and a tiny waist there was no way he was gay. As much as I wanted him to be.
He is twenty seven and a mason. They need masons in Las Vegas. I asked what a mason did? He said he lays bricks, builds walls, with blocks. That might explain all those mussels.
He said I could lower the heat he was starting to feel his toes. For the next hour I told him my story. I play around with girls until it gets too serious. I prefer guys but I am not versatile it hard to find a guy that like to play the wife all the time in bed. He had tons of questions which I thought was interesting.
Weird where all that went he explains he has a degree as a psychologist but likes more physical work. Dr Percy Westcliff. PHD. He said some scars never heal and he totally understands. He then accused me of using females for sex only and that was wrong. He seem to think I should tell everyone what I just told him. Let them decide of they want to be used. It really means don't do that, it usery. It a form of what your dad did to you. It is all under false pretences.
I said that was depressing because gay people in general don't like me. I have personal space issues when it comes to my body. Gay guys are very touchy feely and that freaks me out. He seems to think I should learn from it and be happier. Then he asked should we stop and get high? Like magic I point to the rest area 1 mile sign. He pulls out a tin full of pre-rolled joints out of a side pocket.
The rest area was slightly busy and no sooner did we park we start seeing snowflakes. We bundle up to take a leak. I thought it was a waiting line but four guys were watch two others doing gay stuff in a stall. Maybe it was a line. We quickly take care of our business and run back to the truck. I turn it on and blast the heat to get it to reach the back. He crawls back first and ask which side I said no preference I sleep in the middle. I reach for a backgammon board which hold an ashtray and lighter. beat him twice he said he was too high.
It was pretty good pot it was so go I locked up my keys incase I became incapacitated. Only I could get them and only if I am coherent. We are sitting there talk and Percy said
It seems warm enough, should we get naked and fool around.
I said yes.and had my shirt and socks off before he had started. I slowed down to let him catch up. It seems strange a twentyseven year old Dr. Percy wants to get naked and do gay stuff with a young man that had already explained he is a very one sided gay guy sexually. He still suggested we get naked.
The pot was messing with my perspective. Now that we are both naked. We kiss and check each other out. Then everything made sense. He penis was the size of my pinky and perfect. The non threatening kind. It was a phobia I had no idea existed
I got to say the last eight hours was a lifetime memory of highest achievement awards. Other people can't do what we just did. It was a once in a lifetime event. We would try and recreate all over again every day for as long as both lived. For the record it took picking up 379 hitchhikers over three years to find Mr Right. Three almost raped me. 49 did other things. He was the best, the hottest, the smartest, the last one.
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