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Hunter T.S. Fishing

I was so afraid. Alone. At night. By the highway. Couldn't figure why my car decided to stop, but it just wasn't working. Broke down, but how? I remember to change the oil, pump the tires. Probably the battery was holding me down. I couldn't do much but to push the car away from traffic in case some speed demon or rambling driver who couldn't keep himself of the phone flatten me down like some hairy pancake.

After pushing it off the road, I lit my cigarette, looking up to the sky. Strange. Not a single twinkle. The glow of the embers of the burnt end of the cigarette and the moon were my only source of light. Then I saw it. Lights. Heavenly lights engulfing my view. Headlights. I did the best to do a hitcher's thumb, hoping that he saw it within that rapturing light. He did. He slowed down before moving off and stopping. I was so enwrapped with joy that I accidentally hit the back end of the vehicle. Looking upon it, I was quick to realize it was a huge cargo box with a fast food ad on the side. I quickly moved around the box, patting around to see which side end before I heard a honk. I moved faster as I finally ran up to what I thought was the door to the passenger side.

"Need a lift?" He asked, his voice thick and hoarse with a sort of accent to go along. "Yes please." I replied, climbing the step to the door. I opened the door and went inside the vehicle the light flickering on and off as I climbed into the seat. Only light now glowed from the radio as it hit the face of the trucker for a moment before dimming along the darkness. But that glow was all I needed to recognize who he was and what he looked like. To say he wasn't glamorous would almost be complimentary. His sleeveless undershirt was covered in grease and food stains, while his underwear had stains of their own in which I wasn't going to ask. From the look of sweat and grease, there was a hint that he hadn't bathed in days. His demeanor ironically matched his species: a hog.

"So, where ya headed to now boy?" he asked as he looked towards me, his look grim and meanacing. I shrugged. "Honestly, I really don't know." He chuckled. "They why are you out so late at night?" "All I know is I gotta get out of Kentucky." I replied back. "Kentucky? Why you wanna get out of Kentucky?" I sighed. "Nothin' special. Just wantin to see 'Good Ol' America'. Like the Karouacs and the Whitmans I'm guessing." I tried to chuckle, hiding my real reason with some stary-eyed hipster dream.

Truth to be told, I just want to know what happened. I heard it in the news a week ago. Some conservative woman wouldn't give gay couples their liscenses to marry and it led to a media fiasco. I didn't think about it other than a reminder of how even as far as we gotten, there was still change. Brett, my partner on the other hand felt more worrisome. "That's the beginning Jacob!" he said. "First they'll pretend like this is just some crazy woman's doing! The next, 'GAY MARRIAGE OVERTURNED'!" He took another swing of his whisky before bloating again, killing half of the bottle. It was full earlier that day. "That's why we gotta leave Jacob!" He started to clutch my hand and shake them "That's why we gotta go to the Bay! The Castro! SAN FRANCISCO!"

I never really gotten why he was so into San Fran. Every single day with our friends he would always yell out "San Fran! That's where we should be going!" or "Why are we still sitting in this backwater town! Let's head over to San Fran!" I don't really know why he was interested in it. Maybe it was his certain romantic ideal of the LGBT crowd there, whether accepting or decadent, I couldn't tell.

"Listen to yourself," I said pulling my hands back to my side. "Why would you think of such nonsense? She's maybe here, but there's no reason to leave this state, much less go to San Fran." He looked at me like I just shot him in the back. "No reason? NO REASON? Haven't you seen the news? They set her free! Just like that! Not only that, but they put her back to work! We're doomed if we don't move!" "And you think you can afford the grand city?" I just chuckled. "Please, we can barely afford this roof that's over our head. What makes you think we can just grab the money we have, drive all the way through the other side of the country, and find a great home with a wonderful job?" He fell on the floor and started to sob. "I don't care." He started to whimper. "I don't care! I just want to get out of here. And if you won't come, I might as well be on my own!" He took a second to realize what he said. I gasp.

Sure, he's been a bit crazy on the SF, but this was different. I was about to leave before he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me to him. As I bumped into him, he started to peck my neck. "I'm so sorry." He said, his voice whimpering. "I'm just so scared. For me. For us." He continued to peck at my neck before he turned me around. We made love that night.

I lay within the afterglow as Brett got up from the bed. "Awww, come on," I moaned, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the bed. He let go of my arm. "Later, I gotta go to the restroom. Anyways, by how hard you pounded into me, I'm guessing you need your rest." I chuckled "Alright. Hope to see you in the morning." He opened the door and turned on the lights before turning around. "I love you." "I love you too." I replied back before I closed my eyes, him entering the light.

That was the last time I saw him. I woke up to see the clothes scattered around in a fury, dressers pulled straight from the cabinet. The fridge was empty and so was Brett's car. And that was that. No note, no message. No Brett.

The only thing I could think of in the heat of the moment was to go to Cali with him. Sure, he may have been a hot head, but he was my hothead. I couldn't see him go without saying goodbye. And besides, it wasn't like he was actually leaving the state. That's what I thought at first. I went through town, through the surrounding areas, and by the time my car died, I finished looking through most of the state.

But now I'm with this hog driving through the outskirts of Kentucky towards the California way. "Me," The hog began, closing the silence between us. "I'm heading through Missouri." "Oh, what for?" I asked. "Delivering cargo. Couldn't you see the sign?" He turned his head back towards the storage box. I chuckled. "See, no. Hit into, yes." That time he bellowed in laughter. "Oh man! You hit into the back? Might wanna check them eyes out. Sure you aint' a mole rat?" I nodded my head. "Nope, I'm sure I'm a wolf." "By the way, haven't gotten your name. Name's Chuck." I snickered. "Jacob." I extended my hand. He grabbed it and shook it firmly. His hand felt like wet leather: thick and rough, yet clammy. He let go of my hand before continuing on the road. He sighed as he grabbed his cigar from the interior. "Don't mind if I smoke these, do ya?" I shook my head. He put the cigar between his lips as he grabbed the lighter from the console. Light burst from the lighter as the lid flicked open. The light burned the tip of the cigar until the middle glowed with red embers. He breathed deeply and grumbled as smoke came from his nose.

"Boy I'll be tellin ya! I can't wait to get to Missouri's line!" I looked at him peculiarly. "What's good about the state line? It's just a marker." He turned towards me in disbelief. "Just a marker? Just a marker? Hue-whee I ain't talkin about no marker. We're talkin about good ol' bed with a good ol' meal and some gas to put in this sucker." I rolled my eyes. "And since we're talkin about gas," The pig took a look at me. "I suppose we should discuss the payment for the trip?" I nodded as I pulled out my wallet. He started to chuckle "Well, it seems my luck has run out. Sure you don't wanna pay with grass or better yet," Started to lean towards me. "Ass." I shook my head. "No. I'm sorry, but I can't really do that." I sighed. "My partner left me to go to San Francisco and so I'm trying to catch him."

I thought he couldn't laughed harder than the time I told him about me hitting the back. I was wrong. If he wasn't on the wheel of the car, he would be on the floor by now. After a moment of silence he finally respond. "Oh mah god. You really are playin the dramatics aren't cha boy?" I moved away from him chuckled. "I'm serious. He believes that gay marriage will be over ruled in Kentucky and thinks that the all mighty glory light is steming right from the bay area." "Boy, let me say this to ya. If ya think he's waitin at dat bay, arms holdin out like Jesus over Rio, you got another thing commin." "But we've been together for almost 3 years." I turned towards him. "Ain't like he's gonna come up and runnin from me cause he doesn't feel right with Kentucky." He chuckled. "Well boy, you gotta ask yourself somethin: what am I to him? If the answer doesn't feel right, then you better get ready for some change." I shut up that time. I didn't really want to know the answer right then and there. He sighed as he mumbled "Fine." "What ya say?" He turned towards me, "I said fine. I'll take the money. Might find me someone else for the night."

We parked over to the gas station by the truck stop as he fueled gas for his truck. I went inside hoping that there was at least some food for the trip up. There were a few guys waiting in line for the showers by the wall on the left and right at the end was a few vending machines. I walked over towards the machines as I put a bunch of quarters within the slot. There was various candy bars but the Butterfingers was the most appealing to me at the moment so I pushed in the code and waited as the machine slowly pushed out the bar from the slot. It fell with a clunk as I went in and grabbed it. Turning my back towards the door. I saw a lot of either really soft glares or mental undressings. Either way, I decided to rush back towards the gas station where Chuck was still pumping gas. It wasn't until I saw him in light that there was another distinct feature of him. On the right side of his face, his eye was white with a scar across his eye. From the look of it, it looked like it was a few years old. "Everything alright?" He asked. I nodded. "You sure? Looks like you got spooked by somethin'." I just shrugged. "Just a few people looking at me funny."

I got by the side door as I stepped inside. Just as I buckled in did Chuck open his door. "You know any place where we're sleeping?" I asked. "Patience. Patience. I just gas this ol' bitch and now you're wanting sleep already? I mean look at the time. It ain't even past midnight. Night is still young boy." I shrugged. "Yeah, but after all that searching, I might as well." He just chuckled. "Might as well take a nap over by your side. I'll tell ya when we're heading to an inn." I smiled before I turned over and went to sleep.

It was the loud sounds of thumping that woke me up before I realized that I was still in the truck. Only Chuck wasn't there. After checking my surroundings I realized that we stopped at a bar. I groaned as I opened the car door. He even was kind enough to roll downs the windows a little bit. Fucking Asshat. I walked inside as some generic bar music that wouldn't even been played with the whitest family around surrounded the area. I kept walking through the wall of sweat, leather, and pectoral muscles as I got to the bar counter. I didn't take me long to guess that this was a bear/leather bar. "Want somethin' sweetie?" I turned around. A bear that could probably lift a brick house with his hands leaned over has he raised his brow towards me. "Yeah, uh. I'm looking for some pig-" He giggled. "Aren't we all?" I shook my head. "Not like that. My friend's a boar. Big, trucker, probably got a cap on." He rolled his eyes. "Too late honey. He already went in the back with some skinny twink not too long ago. But by the look of him, he probably wouldn't mind a threesome." He winked at me. I nodded before waving thanks to him and heading through the hall next to the bar. Through the hallway the only noise I could hear were sounds of moans, groans, slaps, and thuds. If there was dialogue, it was muted through the white noise. It wasn't until I got to the end of the hall that I heard a familiar voice through the door.

Deciding that the doors were probably unlocked I opened the door and let myself inside before closing it quietly. I was mad but I didn't wanna ruin the fun yet. By the sounds of it he was getting close, pumping his thighs fast and hard while the other guy, a thin otter with some blue-dyed Mohawk was jacking himself off like it was the last climax of his life. It didn't take long for both of them to cum. Chuck finally thrusted himself to the hilt while semen spurted out of the otters cock. Chuck soon lay down as he try to get some rest from the work that he was doing, both of them cuddling and nuzzling each other before they kissed. That's when I cleared my throat.

The otter must have jumped probably 10 feet in the air before scurrying for the covers. Chuck just glared at me. "I thought you were sleeping." He said gritting his teeth. "I thought we were goin' to a hotel." The otter started to panic. "Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean this! I swear! He didn't tell me-" I waved my hand "Calm down. I ain't his wife. Just a hitchin' buddy, aint' that right Chuck?" He grabbed one of the jockstraps yelling "Asshole!" before throwing it at me. By the sent and look it was probably stained purposely with some other guys' semen. Classy. I glared back at Chuck before he started to wiggle his cock. "Well what are you waitin' for?" "For you to get dressed and outta here." He groaned before getting up and grabbing his clothes. There was a whimper coming from the otter. "Is this goodbye?" he asked while Chuck was fixing his jeans. He turned over to the otter as he gave him a kiss. "I'm afraid so. Seems like grumpypants here wants his beauty sleep before wonderin' off on his own." The otter started to sob. "Please don't go! I don't have anywhere to go to. You can lend a ride can't you?"

As he heard that he put on his sleeveless undershirt before giving me a big wicked grin. Son of a bitch. "Say, speakin' of which, wanna go on an adventure kid?" He look up towards Chuck before nodding. "Well good news kid! We ourselves are travelin' up towards the west towards San Fran! Probably sounds like fun doesn't it?" "Wait what?" I asked in disbelief. He turn his head shyly. "But sir, I don't have any money." Chuck slapped his back, making the otter go "Meep!" "Don't worry about that son! Consider it complementary to some good fucking!" The boy's face lit up like Christmas lights fresh from the box. He got his stuff on as quickly as possible, putting on his shirt and jacket before grabbing his jockstrap from me, sticking his tongue at my direction. I was still flabbergasted. "But-but-but, he doesn't have-" "I told you it's cash, grass or ass boy." "But I thought Missouri was your-" "The truck is mine. The cargo is someone else's." I couldn't believe I was traveling with that shithead. But by the spark in their eyes and the need to annoy me, I just shrugged and not complain about it anymore. I walked out towards the parking lot, both Chuck and him and tow.

We got to the truck as Chuck went in and started the car. I opened the door and sat on the seat. Before I could put my seatbelt on, the kid already jumped up in my seat and snatch the buckle from my hand before putting it on himself. "Gotta name?" I asked him. He shrugged. "What's it for?" "What's it for?" I asked back. "We're gonna be stuck with each other for at least a couple of days. Might as well know each other." He thought deeply about it. "Rikki." Chuck look back. "Thought it was Larry." Rikki giggled at that remark. "Well now it's Rikki and you better like it." "Rickki huh. Well that's a cute name for a cute boy." Said Chuck as he finally eskimo kiss Rikki. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah yeah, could we get on with it and get to bed?" Both glared at me before Chuck put the truck in reverse and drove through the pitch-black highway.

It wasn't until 1:30 in the morning till we found a descent spot that didn't charge much. Just a regular Holiday Inn. I got out and went in while Chuck and Rikki started flirting with each other and giggling like twits. Once we got inside, Chuck went up to the counter and paid for a room. Chuck wanted a room with a Queen sized bed and a twin bed but all they had was a room with two Queen beds so Chuck had to pay extra. "The Queen bed is going to your wallet son." Whispered Chuck in my ear, hoping not to cause a commotion. All three of us went up to the room as we got in bed. Chuck and Rikki started to cuddle and make out in the bed right next to me as if I wasn't there or if I was a heavy sleeper. I try going to sleep but my thoughts went back to Brett and what he might be doing in San Fran. Then the words Chuck told me cluttered my mind even more, afraid that I was just extra baggage and that this whole Kentucky scandal was just a way for him to dump me. After a while I decided that overthinking wasn't gonna help me so I just decided to think of other things while my eyes drifted me towards slumber.