On The Road
The Tales of Rick and Alec

 by: Hankster

© 2010 by the Author

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Tale Three:

Rick and Alec found a place about fifty feet short of an entrance ramp to I 95 South.   They reasoned that anyone entering the highway would have their directional signals on, and more importantly, they would have room to stop to pick up passengers before merging onto the highway.  They hoped to get a ride to Jacksonville quickly, so they would arrive before sundown.  Alec intended to find the YMCA and a busy corner, where he could play his guitar and sing.

The first three cars passed them by without so much as a glance, but the young men were happy to see that they all had begun to slow down before entering the ramp even if they didn’t use their directional signals.  The spot they chose was perfect.  The fourth car pulled over.  A very handsome man in his early forties was behind the wheel.  He had blond hair and beautiful blue eyes.  His face was clean shaven and his chin was square.  He rolled down the window and smiled at the boys.

“Wheah ya’ll headed fer?” he asked with a thick southern drawl.

“Jacksonville,” Alec answered, flashing back his own infectious smile.

“That’s mah home and that’s wheah ahm goin,” the handsome man answered.  “Whah don’t ya throw your geah on the back seat, and one a ya come sit up front with me.”

Rick chose the back seat and Alec chose to ride shotgun.

“Wheah ya’all from and whah in the world ah ya hitchhiking?” he wanted to know.  Before they could answer, the driver said, “But wheah ah mah manners?  Mah name is Reverend Harlan Bassett?  What names do y’all two go bah?”

“I’m Alec,” the front seat passenger said.  “Rick’s the young dude in the rear.”

“Pleased to meet ya,” Harlan said.  “You boys don’t happen to be Baptists?” he asked.

“I don’t practice any religion,” Alec answered, “but Rick here, he’s a Methodist.” 

“Well, that’s too bad Alec,” Harlan said.  “Lahf’s pretty empty without Jesus in it.”  Alec wanted to get out of the car right then and there, fearing a high dose of homophobia, but he held his tongue.  He wanted desperately to get to Jacksonville before dark.

After that they rode in relative silence.  Alec actually started to doze, when suddenly he felt a hand on his crotch.  The hand was caressing him sensually.  “Oh, Rick,” Alec murmured in his sleep, and he put his hand on top of the other one.

“Just as ah thought,” Harlan said, “you two are a gay couple.  That’s nahce.”  Alec woke with a start.  It was Harlan’s hand on his cock.  It felt nice, so he didn’t stop him.  He looked behind him and Rick was dozing also.

“You boys got a place to stay tonaht?” Harlan asked.

“We planned on the Y,” Alec answered, pushing Harlan’s hand further into him so he could feel his erection.

“Ah live alone and ah got plenty of room.  Whah don’t you boys stay with me tonaht?”

“Sounds good to me,” Alec said.  He reckoned he could do his singing in the morning during rush hour.  He completely forgot that tomorrow was Sunday.  The miles flew by and soon enough Alec realized that they were in Jacksonville.  Harlan pulled into the driveway of a pleasant looking bungalow.  He pushed the remote garage door opener on his visor, and drove into the garage. 

“Don’t get out ‘til the door is closed,” he instructed.  As soon as the door was closed, he leaned over and kissed Alec with an open mouth and a full tongue.  Alec and Rick went into the house with their knap sacks in tow.

“Y’all hungry?” Harlan asked, “Do y’all want to eat something now, or should we get raht down to business and eat latah?”  Rick and Alec had not had sex since their encounter with Tim over three days ago.

“I think we can eat later,” Alec replied.  Harlan’s toothy grin almost blinded him.

“Come with me,” he said.  He led them to a bedroom with a standard size bed.  Three men in that bed would be a challenge.  They undressed quickly and the boys were shocked.  Harlan had a very small uncut penis.  It was hard as a rock and no more than two inches long.

Remembering their encounter with Tim, Rick asked, “Would you like to be in the middle?”

“Ah don’t do anal,” Harlan answered, screwing up his face.  “Ah just do oral, if it’s OK with you boys.”  It was.

For over two hours, they formed daisy chains on the bedroom floor, changing cocks often.  They all tried not to cum, but nature had its way--- twice, for all three of them.  Tight as it was, they all lay crunched together in the small bed, enjoying the after glow.  “You boys sure made mah day,” Harlan said.

Eventually they showered, and Rick and Alec shaved.  While they were doing that, Harlan unfroze three TV dinners.  As they were cleaning up, Harlan said, “Stay the naht, boys and go to church with me tomorrah.  You would honah me if you do, but don’t indicate that y’all know me.”   They didn’t see how they could refuse, so they said yes. 

They expected that Harlan would want them to sleep with him in his undersized bed, but they were shocked when he gave them a private guest room and bath.  When they were nestled between the clean sheets, they began to make love.

“I feel cheated,” Alec said.  “I need you inside of me.  He produced the tube of lube which he had smuggled into bed, and the two boys fucked each other twice before falling asleep.  The last words Alec heard from Rick were, “I love you.

All Harlan made for breakfast was a cup of coffee.  “Ah don’t eat before ah preach,” he explained.  Harlan dropped the boys off two blocks from the church in an alley.  They walked to the church and took seats in the last row.  They put their knapsacks down beside them in case they wanted to make a hasty retreat.  The service was strange to them, but they followed along.  At last, Pastor Harlan stood to deliver his sermon. 

Rick and Alec were shocked.  As sweet as he was, his sermon was all fire, brimstone, and damnation to hell.  He raved and ranted against the homosexuals and urged his congregants to drive them from good Christian society.  The boys looked at each other in total disbelief, and ran out of the church.

With the help of some pedestrians, they found their way to another nearby church, also Baptist.  When the service was over, Alec stood at the foot of the stairs, played his guitar and sang.  The people leaving the church stood mesmerized.  Alec had placed a baseball cap at his feet with a dollar bill in it.  By the time he put his guitar away, they had collected $32.00 from the good people of this church and from some people passing by.

They were able to both hitch hike and walk back to the highway.  Again they stood at a south bound entrance ramp and again they had no trouble hitching a ride.  A young man about their age stopped for them.  Again they threw their gear in the back and Rick took the back seat, while Alec sat up front.

The driver asked where they were going.  “Eventually to Key West,” Alec said, “but we’ll be happy to go as far as you go.”

The young man stuck out his hand.  “I’m Marty,” he said.  I was home for Christmas, but I’m going back to school early so I can spend New Year’s Eve with my buddy.  I’ll be ending up in Ft. Lauderdale if that suits you guys.  We should get there about dinner time.”

“It suits us fine,” Alec said.  I’m Alec and my partner is Rick.”  He said ‘partner’ on purpose.  He wanted to gauge Marty’s reaction.  His gaydar was hard at work.

“You guys are a couple then,” Marty noted.  Alec nodded.  Marty grinned.

“I thought so,” he said, “or rather I hoped so.  My partner and I live off campus in Ft. Lauderdale.  If you guys need a place to stay tonight, we can give you a couple of sleeping bags.”

Rick laughed.  “We only use one bag when we sleep together,” he said, thinking back to their first night together.

“That’s entirely up to you,” Marty said.  “Maybe the four of us could have a little party.”  He leaned over and patted Alec’s crotch.  Alec smiled back at Marty.  It was going to be another interesting, maybe wonderful, night.  Yes, he thought, we’re a long way from tent city.

Early in the evening Marty pulled into the parking lot of a six story apartment building.  The three young men got out of the car.  Marty retrieved a small suitcase from the trunk, and the boys grabbed their knapsacks.  They took the elevator to the fourth floor and walked down the hall.  Marty opened a door with his key and fell into the arms of a fairly short, but extremely good looking young man.  They kissed passionately, with open mouths and dueling tongues.

When finally they separated, Marty introduced the boys to Tyler.  They both held out their hands expecting a handshake, but Tyler hugged both of them in turn.  He was obviously very huggy.

“Are you guys planning to stay on in Ft. Lauderdale for awhile?” Tyler asked.

“Maybe, for a bit,” Alec said.  “We’d really like to go on to Key West, but we don’t mind a little layover here.  It looks like a nice place.”

“And warm!” Rick added.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Alec went on, “Marty invited us to crash here.”

“Nah, we get visitors all the time.  Just so long as you don’t mind our bedroom noises, we’re cool with it.  Just buy your own food,” Tyler said.  He turned to Marty.  “Right now, we are going to test your hearing.  I haven’t seen Marty in a week, and I’m dragging him into the bedroom, where we are going to make some noise.”  He went to a hall closet and pulled out two sleeping bags.

“You guys can use these.  The bathroom’s over there,” he pointed, “but if you want to eat, there’s a nice little restaurant down at the corner.”

“It’s a little early,” Rick said.  “Will you guys want to be eating later?  We can wait for you.”

Marty and Tyler looked at each other. “Yeah,” Marty said, “wait for us.”  They disappeared into the bedroom closing the door behind them.  Alec and Rick spread the two sleeping bags on the living room floor.  They stripped quickly and Alec got the lube from his knapsack.  They were both fully erect. Before they had a chance to lie down, the door to the bedroom opened and a naked Tyler emerged.

“Sorry guys,” he said, “I need a fresh tube of lube from the bathroom.”  Of course he checked Alec and Rick out and whistled.  “You two guys sure are well hung.  Hey Marty, check this out.  I think we should all play together.  What do you two guys say?”

“I have no objection,” Alec said.  He looked at Rick who nodded in approval. 

“I’ve got an idea,” Marty said.  Tyler and I have been apart for almost a week, and I want to be with him.  Why don’t we enjoy our own partners now, and then go out for a bite to eat.  When we get back, we can form a rotating daisy chain, and then for the grand finale, we can switch partners.  They all thought that was a great idea.  Before they went back to the bedroom, Tyler asked Rick and Alec if they needed anything.  They both shook their heads, and fell to the floor.

They couldn’t have known it, and they certainly didn’t compare notes, but both couples did the exact same thing.  They warmed up with a lusty game of sixty-nine.  Then Tyler fucked Marty and Alec fucked Rick.  The two bottoms came before their partner’s exploded in their asses.  Rick, as usual, screamed when he came, and both Marty and Tyler made gasping noises, which Rick and Alec clearly heard.  The four of them headed to the bathroom to clean up at the exact same time.  They laughed when they saw each other.   Marty and Tyler decided to be good hosts, and they let their guests go first.  There certainly wasn’t room for four in the tiny bathroom.

The little restaurant was perfect for Alec and Rick.  They served a complete meal from appetizer to a beverage and dessert, all for a very nominal amount.

“I hope the floor wasn’t too uncomfortable,” Tyler remarked as they began to eat. 

“It was fine.  Besides we were too busy to notice,” Rick answered.  They all laughed.  After that they exchanged stories of how they all met.  Tyler and Marty were assigned to be lab partners in freshman chemistry. 

“I kept brushing up against him until he finally got the hint,” Marty said.  Tyler smiled at him and squeezed his hand.

When they heard Rick and Alec’s story they were all sympathy, but Alec said, “Don’t cry for us.  All’s well that ends well.”

Neither Marty nor Tyler were as well hung as Rick and Alec, but very few are.  Nonetheless they were very ample.  Tyler was not cut, but Marty was.  They played in a daisy chain for nearly an hour until they realized that they couldn’t hold out much longer.

“I’ve got an idea,” Marty said.  Alec isn’t cut and neither is Tyler.  I’ll take Alec because I am very adept at handling foreskin, and I am sure Rick is too.  So Rick you take Tyler.”

“It doesn’t matter to me,” Rick said, “but who gets the bed?” Tyler and Marty flipped a coin and Marty won.

In the morning, Marty and Alec awoke wrapped up together, and Rick and Tyler woke up the same way.  One at a time they attended to their bathroom needs and Tyler made juice, coffee and toast for breakfast.  As they sat around talking, Marty said, “Look guys, we’re a couple of days shy of New Year’s Eve.  I know you said you want to go on to Key West, but why not stay with us for a few days more and spend the holiday with us.  We had planned to spend a quiet night at home entertaining ourselves, but now the entertainment possibilities are endless?  What do you say?”

“I say it sounds good,” Alec replied.

“Yes, it sounds like a plan to me,” Rick echoed.

Marty and Tyler spent the day showing Rick and Alec around gay Ft. Lauderdale.  Alec took his guitar and baseball cap with him, and when they were at a very busy corner, he set up shop.  The other three guys had no problem listening to him.  He had the kind of voice and charisma that people paid to hear, and they were getting a free concert.  He played for about an hour and a half and made $57.00.

During their escorted tour, Rick noticed that almost every gay bar and restaurant had signs indicating that waiters were wanted.  One of them had an additional sign.  “Entertainers see Ryan.”  Rick pointed the sign out to Alec and they smiled at each other.

“Would you excuse us, please,” Alec said to Tyler and Marty.  We’ll be right out.”

“Sure,” Tyler said, “We’ll have a drink at the bar while we’re waiting.”

Alec found Ryan, while Rick found the day manager.  When the day manager checked Rick’s package out through his tight jeans, he was hired on the spot.  He didn’t even ask Rick if he had experience.  Actually, he did.  Rick had worked as a waiter in a malt shop all during his junior year and in his senior year for as long as he had lived at home.

“We wear khaki shorts and white tee shirts for waiting tables, and make sure the shorts are good and tight.  Is that a problem for you?” the day manager asked.

“No problem at all,” Rick answered.  “When do I start?”

“You can work lunch tomorrow.  Be here at 11.  If you want to, and if I like your work, you can do dinner also,” the day manger, Dave, answered.  And you have to work New Year’s Eve also.  On most days you’ll be free by 10, but it’s all night on New Year’s Eve.  They shook hands, and Rick joined Tyler and Marty at the bar with his thumb up in the air.

“Our entertainment schedule is booked solid,” Ryan told Alec, “but I need a piano or a guitar to play and sing during dinner.  The regular entertainers start at about 10 and work until 2 AM.  You don’t get paid.  It’s strictly on tips.”  Ryan looked at Alec’s case.  “Guitar?” he asked.

“Yes, I play guitar and sing,” Alec answered.

“Go ahead.  Show me,” Ryan sounded bored.

Alec started to sing, and Ryan’s jaw dropped down.  “Damn, you’re good.”  He interrupted Alec after just a few notes.  “You’re hired.  Can you start tomorrow?”

“You bet,” Alec said. 

“Be here about 4:30 PM, and you better have plenty of numbers.  Also if you had plans for New Year’s Eve, remember, you have to work then also.”   Ryan stood up and shook Alec’s hand.

Alec joined the other guys at the bar.  “I’m employed,” he said, “but New Year’s Eve is out.”

“I know,” Marty said.  “Rick just told us, so we made reservations here for dinner on New Year’s Eve, and whatever comes afterward.  We want to share the night with you.  You’re starting a new life in a new year.

“That’s great of you guys,” Alec said, “but we have one more thing to take care of.  You are better friends than we had ever hoped to have, but Rick and I can’t stay with you forever.  We need to find a place of our own.”

“I think I know just what will fit your needs, at least until you get on your feet,” Tyler said.  “There’s a furnished, efficiency apartment for rent in our building.  They want $350 a month and probably a security deposit.  Can you guys swing that?”

“No,” Rick said. 

“Yes,” Alec said. 

Rick looked at Alec in amazement.  Obviously he had squirreled away more than Rick knew about.  “We can swing it,” Alec reinforced his statement.

Tyler stood up quickly and said, “Hell men, let’s go look at it.”

After tent city, the efficiency apartment looked like a cell in heaven to Rick and Alec.  It had a bathroom with a stall shower, and consisted of one big room.  There was an alcove at one end of the room with a sink, a small refrigerator, and a two burner stove.  Two cabinets hung above them.   The rest of the room contained a tiny kitchen table, two chairs, a clothes closet, sleep sofa, a side table, and a dresser.  The cabinet contained dishes and kitchen utensils, and the top shelf of the clothes closet contained linens and pillows for the sleep sofa.  There was a common laundry room at the end of the hall.  They would need to use quarters for the washer and dryer.

They told the landlord that they didn’t know how long they would be in town and so they couldn’t sign a lease.  He was satisfied that they take a month to month tenancy, but he wanted first and last month’s rent, and a like amount for a security deposit.  Rick looked at Alec forlornly, but Alec said to the landlord, “It’s a deal.”

Alec paid the landlord and got a receipt.  He made sure the receipt indicated what the $1,050 was for.  If nothing else, Alec was street wise.  Rick was very naïve in the ways of the world.

“You can move right in,” the landlord said.  “What’s left of December is free.”

Yes, Rick intended to have a long talk with Alec about their finances.

“We better make a lot of money,” Alec told Rick.  We are almost out of our bankroll.  That answered Rick’s question.  No further talk would be necessary.

The apartment was two doors down from their new friends.  Alec told them that he would like to spend their first evening alone in their first apartment.  Tyler and Marty fully understood, but asked if they could afford to go out to dinner to celebrate their good fortune.  Rick looked at Alec, who smiled and nodded his head.  “I’ll have to ply my trade on street corners in the morning,” he laughed.  “There’s nothing like a working girl on a street corner.”

After dinner, when Alec tried to put his key into the door of their new apartment, he was shaking, and he had to steady his right hand with his left.  The two young men were giddy with excitement.  Less than a week ago they had been homeless, living in a fabricated shelter in a tent city, and here they were entering their first apartment as a couple.

They opened the sofa bed, put on the linens, and covered the pillows with cases.  They made love that night like it was their first time, and like there would be no tomorrow.  They caressed each other’s cocks with their tongues in a sensuous, long lasting game of sixty-nine.  When they recovered, they fucked each other, not once, but three times.  It was a night to remember.  They did not fall asleep until 3AM.

Still, Alec was up early, and he woke Rick.

“I’m off to try to make a few bucks,” he said.  “First we’ll have breakfast at that place on the corner.”  He handed Rick a twenty dollar bill.  “We’re almost at the bottom of the barrel.  After breakfast I’ll go to work, and you go buy some food staples for the apartment.  I’ll meet you back here at ten o’clock.  I know you have to be at work at 11.  I’m glad we bought khaki shorts, but you may need more.  First chance we get we’ll go to a thrift shop.”

“Now that we have an address,” Rick added, “we should get state ID’s as soon as possible.  I’m sure they will want something at work for starters. 

“Yes,” Alec agreed.  “We’ll take care of it first thing in the morning on the day after New Year’s Day. 

While Rick shopped, Alec made $21.00 at a busy pedestrian corner in just a half hour.  He recited a silent prayer that the tips at the restaurant would be as good or better.  He could not imagine at this point, just how popular he would be.

One of the things Rick bought while he was out shopping was a sewing kit.  As soon as he got home, he took his Khaki shorts and sewed new seams on the inside thighs.  The shorts were as tight as he could make them, and still permit him to fit into them.  His package was bulging, and he too had no idea how large his tips would be because of it.  The old malt shop he had worked in was not a gay bar and restaurant.  His package had held no meaning there.

As Rick admired his bulging shorts, he suddenly felt a chill and he shuddered.  He felt a presence in the room and he instinctively looked in the mirror hanging over the dresser.  A young man, bulging with muscles, stood behind him smiling.  The apparition looked very much like Alec.

In that instant Rick knew that he and Alec had a guardian angel looking over them, and that angel was Alec’s dad.

Posted: 09/10/10