Hijacked

Andy heard the rasp of the hinges on the rear door of the semitrailer, and he turned his head in slight concern. But Hector lowered his lips onto Andy’s and they went into another deep kiss. Andy didn’t care under the circumstances what was happening at the back of the truck. Who the fuck cared about that junk? Sadie in the diner had been right—it was all just a scourge on the earth. All he cared about was that he was building to an explosion. And Hector had to let him have it this time.

He heard the rummaging in the back of the truck. But he didn’t care. He was in paradise and on his way to new levels of heaven.

The explosion of his ejaculation was matched with a pounding on the compartment door, which was jerked open. An angry raspy voice yelled, “It’s a bust, Pete. We gotta beat it. Get out of there.”

Hector was pulling himself off of Andy, while, still exhausted from the thunderous ejaculation the young man had given him, Andy wearily raised his head and managed only a, “What the fuck?”

“You were great. Wish we could do it again,” Hector, perched at the opening to the compartment, said. He was grinning as he pulled his shorts and T-shirt back on.

“Wait. You can’t leave me like—”