admin

WARNING: If it is illegal for you to be reading these stories or you find them disgusting or immoral, please refrain from reading further. Must be 18 to read! Any characters, places, or people depicted in this story is entirely in the fantasy and imagination of the writer and are in no way meant to portray anyone in real life. Any people, places, or actions depicted in this story that reflect real life events or situations is entirely by accident or coincidence.
Also, please donate to Nifty to keep the magic happening. Please feel free to let me know what you think and I"ll try to care.
*
Chapter Five
*
The delivery and pick up in Philadelphia went smoothly, no delays or surprises. We stopped just inside the Indiana line for the night. We started to go in for a shower when Kerry stopped me and said he thought he needed a disguise too. He climbed back up into the truck and handed me the clippers. He put the same short guard on as he"d cut my hair with and pulled his shirt off and I gave him a crew cut right there in the parking lot. I had to admit, on him, anyway, it looked kinda hot. He put the clippers back in the truck and grabbed the duffel bag full of dirty clothes; we really had to get clothes washed this stop.
Once inside, we started the clothes and paid for a shower. We had to wait for a shower to free up since it was still kind of early in the evening; they called our number about 25 minutes later. We had just put the clothes into the dryer so we ran on in while they were tumbling. The shower took a little longer than it probably should have as we took time to very quietly take each other"s load. We got dried and dressed and went back to pick up the clothes. Once everything was folded and placed in the duffel, we went to grab a bite to eat before turning in for the night.
Next stop was Tulsa. Mickey called to make sure everything was okay. We assured him we were on schedule and headed his way. He assured us he was keeping track and already knew that. True to his word, Kerry bought us cowboy hats before parking for the night. There was no way we could afford the Stetsons and such, so we ended up with fairly cheap ones. I told Kerry that with his hat on, he reminded me of more handsome version of Dwight Yoakam. He said I looked like a younger version Ricky Schroder when he was in Lonesome Dove. We had a laugh and went inside to eat. On the television in the corner of the eating area, the national news was on. My ears perked up when I heard the anchor say there were new developments in the `Trucker Murder/Suicide Case in South Carolina". She went on to say that a local bank official reported to SC state police that contrary to the reports about Travis Thompson killing and burying his son, aforementioned son, Clayton James Thompson, had been spotted alive and had retrieved some items from a safe deposit box at the bank. My phone vibrated. I answered it quietly "Hello".
"Send me a selfie" Mickey said. I pulled up the camera app and snapped a picture and hit send, then as an afterthought, I put on my new cowboy hat and sunglasses and snapped another one and sent it as well.
"Good job. If you have the hat and glasses on in public, nobody should pick you out of a crowd" he said, "The problem may be Kerry." I flipped the camera and took a shot of Kerry with him fresh crewcut.
"Damn. He looks so different with that warped head showing" Mickey laughed.
"Why would they go public with that information on the news, Mick?" I asked.
"It"s like a PSA for all their cronies to be looking out for you. Did Kerry get strapped like I told him to?"
"Yeah" I said.
"Tell him he"s about to have a new identity. Stop at the rest area west of OK City, call me and I"ll send out a crew to meet you with the new ID and to brand the truck with the new company logos" he said.
"Okay Mickey. I"m kind of scared. What if somebody still spots me?" I asked.
"Then I hope your boyfriend is a good shot" Mickey said. "If you run into trouble, call me and I"ll see if I can get you fast help."
"Okay. Talk to you etiler escort soon" I said.
"Later, buddy" he said followed by silence.
"You"re about to change identities" I said to Kerry.
"Great. More shit to keep up with" he said.
*
We sat at a rest area for 30 minutes waiting before Mickey"s crew showed up. Ramon was driving a white Transit high top van, full of equipment. He took a look at me, compared to my current fake ID and took it and the passport away from me. Me and Kerry got into the van with him. He had a mini photo studio inside, he pulled down a portrait background and took a new picture of me, then Kerry. Then he started working on his computer. A few minutes later a special printer spit out new IDs for us. Mine was still Ryan Farley from Arkansas, Kerry"s new moniker was Wayne Farley. Our story was that we were cousins. Ramon snapped a picture of our new identities and sent them to Mickey. While all this was going on, a two-man crew was busy outside applying decals to the truck with the company name. According to the truck doors, we were now Farley Freight, LLC out of Fort Smith, AR, which went along with the Arkansas license plate. I recognized the number on the door as Mickey"s burner phone number. The last thing before they left us was taking Kerry"s red iPhone XR and replacing it with a blue iPhone 12, it took a few minutes to transfer the data and then Wayne Farley had a new phone and new phone number. He called my phone and I saved the contact as Wayne.
As quickly as Ramon and company appeared, they disappeared. I noticed that Ramon had given Wayne a passport too. The cover on it looked worn and there were a lot of stamps inside. We"d wasted enough time sitting in a rest area parking lot, so we climbed up and got back on the road.
"Why"d it have to be Wayne? I have a cousin named Wayne and he"s a dork" Kerry said.
"I know what you mean, my cousin Wayne is a dork too" I said. It took him a minute to get it.
"Ha. Ha. You"re really the comedian today" he said.
*
We stopped in Las Cruces for the night. `Wayne" got a call from Mickey; he"d be over to pick us up in a few minutes to take us to dinner and explain some things.
"About time" I said.
At the slap on the door, we jumped down and went to join Mickey in his rental quad cab Silverado. He shuttled us into El Paso and took us to eat at a really good Mexican restaurant. After dinner, he took us to a facility north of El Paso; it was highly secured. Mickey spoke to one of the men on duty at the gate, and he took us inside where we saw a group of kids, all ranging from what looked like 8 to 12-years-old sitting in a TV room; all white and black, no Hispanics in this group.
"This group of kids are lucky ones, the truck carrying them was intercepted before it could get to the border. These kids will be going back to their homes" he said. "The ones who don"t get lucky end up in a situation similar to where you were except, they usually don"t get away from it like you did." He herded us out of the facility and back to his truck.
"Who are you, Mickey?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"We"ve seen how fast people jump when you say to. We wouldn"t have made it out of South Carolina without you. Then there"s Kerry"s new truck and identity" I said.
"Not to mention my past debt being wiped clean" Kerry added.
"Yeah" I said "so who the hell are you!?"
"I can"t really tell you a lot, it"s classified, but I work for one of those organizations with the initials" he said. "The division I work for specializes in going after people like Dale Gomolka and his thugs and sometimes folks who are way worse than him. Just leave it at this; if I need something done, I can get it done."
I looked at Kerry; he just shrugged. We got back in the truck. We had another hour"s drive to get back to the truck for the night. On the way back Mickey gave us a whole run down on how we needed to operate in etimesgut escort our new situation. We were only to call each other Ryan and Wayne in public. If we called him, the only names we would use would be Ryan and Wayne and he would be Uncle Dan.
"Kerry, you will be carrying your weapon at all times. If you go to shit, the Glock goes to smell the fumes. You will know where Clay is at all times; better yet, have him in your sight." Mickey sounded like a drill sergeant in one of those war movies.
"Clay, take this" he said handing me something that looked like a gun. "That"s an agency modified taser. Whoever is on the receiving end of that will not be a problem until after they clean their pants. You will have Kerry"s back, if anybody tries to disarm him or do anything sketchy; do not hesitate to knock them on their asses. Got it?"
"Yes, sir!" I said. Then in that same weird way as before, he was back to cheerful old Mickey. "You guys need anything?"
"Real answers" I said. Mickey gave me a harsh look and I turned away.
"I can"t think of anything right now" Kerry meekly said.
"Oh, I do have something for you, Ryan" he said as he let us out of the truck. He handed me a 12-pack of Mountain Dews. "For the fridge" he said.
"Thanks Uncle Dan!" I yelled, making a point to use the fake name he"d given himself.
"Wayne! Take care of Ryan!" he yelled.
"Yes, sir, Uncle Dan!" Kerry yelled back as we walked to the truck. We watched him drive away, then we climbed up into the sleeper. I put half the drinks in the refrigerator as Kerry was getting undressed. "Whew... my deodorant has met its match" he said. He turned more serious and said "We still don"t know anything about him really."
"We know he"s on our side, I guess that"s something" I replied. He nodded, sliding the Glock into the pocket next to the bed.
"Yeah, but where do we fit into his master plan? If he wanted, he could put both of us in protective custody or something. We"re being used as bait" he said. He was probably right, but I was too tired to think about it right now. Our side-trip added an extra 2 ? hours to our already long day. I slid into the bunk all the way to the wall, Kerry slid in beside me. I was on my side with my back against the wall and Kerry got in on his side facing me. I looked at him in the pale light. I don"t know why, it just hit me all of a sudden; I kissed him and whispered "I love you". He smiled a little and said "I love you too." He turned and clicked off the lamp and we breathed one another"s breath until we fell asleep.
*
When I woke up, Kerry was on his back and I was on my stomach. My head was resting on his arm and I could smell his musk rising from his underarm; for some reason it made my dick lurch a little. That"s when I realized that my dick was hard as a rock and my bladder was begging for relief. I crawled over Kerry to get my shorts which, of course, woke him up and he sat up on the side of the bunk and pulled on his shorts too. I stuffed my feet in some cheap imitation crocs I"d found at the dollar store and waited for Kerry to pull on a tee-shirt to hide the pistol, so we could go piss.
"You get a shirt on too. We might as well get breakfast while we"re in there" he said. I pulled on my slightly musty shirt from yesterday and as an afterthought I stuck the taser in the waistband of my shorts. It looked very sunny outside.
"What time is it?" I asked. Kerry looked at his phone and said "Fuck! It"s after 8 already."
We made a quick trip to the bathroom and grabbed some breakfast sandwiches to go and got on the road. It was almost 1:00 by the time we got to Tucson. We were late for our delivery, but they didn"t have many trucks, so they took us anyway. That was good because we had to pick up the next load `Uncle Dan" booked for us across town before they closed up at 5pm. When we got there, Kerry went to sign for the load and I had to elbow him; he almost signed his real name. He quickly changed the back of the `K" into the first leg of a `W" and signed out Wayne Farley. That"s when he saw the destination etlik escort ? Calgary, Alberta, Canada.
"Let"s jam, Ryan. I got to call Uncle Dan" he said. We pulled out of the terminal and stopped a little way down the interstate to fuel up. Kerry dialed Mickey"s number.
"Farley Freight" came Mickey"s voice across the line.
"Hey, Uncle Dan, you didn"t tell me we were okay to go international?" he said as a half question.
"Yeah, Wayne. All the paperwork is in order. That"s why I told you guys to pack your passports" he said.
"I wish you had let us know is all. I"ve never delivered in Canada before" Kerry said.
"Well, son, they speak English there. I think you"ll do okay" Mickey said.
"The thing is Unc, I don"t know the procedures" he said.
"Wayne, don"t worry about it. I"ll tell you what you need to know before you get that far. Stop worrying" Mickey said, "Gotta go, another call coming in." He hung up.
After getting in heavy traffic and a complete standstill at one point around Phoenix, we could only make it as far as Flagstaff for the night. We ate and decided to wait for morning to get a shower before we left. I was feeling kinda horny and started unbuttoning my pants as I climbed up into the cabin, letting them sag down in the back. When we got inside, I let them drop all the way to my ankles before I sat down and started pulling my boots and then the jeans off. Kerry had put a little deodorant on this morning, but putting deodorant on overtop of existing funk can only do so much. I wasn"t complaining though, there was something about his smell and the way it mixed with the faded deodorant that was driving me fucking nuts. He was sitting beside me on the bunk getting his boots off too. He set the alarm on his phone so we wouldn"t oversleep in the morning, and set it aside. Then, he pulled his shirt up over his head and that glorious funk was right in my face. I took in a deep sniff and pushed him back on the bed and jerked his underwear off. The day plus funk around his balls smelled like cumin. I started licking the crease between his thigh and his balls before sucking a ball into my mouth and rolling it around.
"Damn, little dude, what"s got into you?" he said, grinning "I"m feeling molested."
I didn"t answer; just smiled. I swapped balls and sucked on the left one for a while. He grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up to his face and we kissed passionately. His hands were busy pushing my boxer briefs down; I wiggled and kicked them off.
"Turn around" he said. I did a 180 and buried my nose in his pubes before burying his dick in my throat. He sucked on the head of mine for a minute, before splitting my legs like a wishbone and diving into my ass. For about fifteen minutes he worked my hole over until I could feel it holding itself open. I turned myself back around and stuck my nose into his armpit, then shoved my ass down onto his cock, taking it all at in one thrust. He didn"t waste any time and started thrusting up into me so hard he was pretty much bouncing me into the air. The whole sleeper smelled like sex. I went into a squat position and as he pounded my ass, I was jacking myself as fast as my hand would move. Well, at least until he slapped my hand away.
"Don"t. I want to eat that" he said. He rolled us over; now I was on my back with my legs wrapped around him and he was going wild in my ass. I imagined feeling his cock in my stomach, even though I knew it wasn"t that long. We were staring into each other"s eyes and I reached up and lightly stroked his crew-cut head, causing him to go stiff and start shooting. I could feel his tube throbbing in my ass. This time he put my tee-shirt under us before he pulled out. It was a good thing, because my loose hole wasn"t holding his juice in very well. He sat back a minute, catching his breath, then started jacking/sucking me. It wasn"t going to take me long now; I was way too turned on to last. He stuck his middle finger in my sloppy hole and rubbed my prostrate and I flooded his mouth with cum. He swallowed some but kept enough to feed back to me when we kissed. He cleaned us off with the dirty shirt and rolled over beside me. I remember thinking we"re really gonna need that shower in the morning, then I drifted off to sleep.
*
Lambodara ail
My apologies to those of you who think all men should have shaved crotches and smell like perfume.
This may not be the story for you. ?
*
*
*

*