When I chose to go on a solo bike journey, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. What could possibly go wrong? I thought, and here I was in the middle of nowhere. I was on my way home, when my bike broke down on a deserted highway as my trip was nearing its end.
If I could, I would have walked down with my bike all the way to the next city, but the closest town was likewise 2 hours away. Plus, There were also no motels or gas stations in the region.
To my front and rear, there was a massive highway, and to my left and right, vast plains.
I walked as far as I could, but the weight of my backpack, my bike, and the sun's heat were quickly wearing me down.
I tried to stop others in the hopes of getting a ride, but there weren't many people on this highway, and most of them were enormous truckers going too fast to even stop for me. So I had no choice but to walk the rest of the way to the next town. Despite numerous futile attempts, I continued waving my hands at passing trucks, and thankfully, one kind soul saw my distress.
"Hi, can I get a lift? My bike isn't working." I said, as the trailer truck came to a halt.
The trucker jumped out after opening the door. I realized he was taller and more muscular than I was. His black hair gave him a wild yet sultry appearance, while the hairs on his chest and arms added the finishing touch.
He was just dressed in a tight shirt, with his upper buttons unbuttoned and tight shorts that barely covered his huge muscular legs. "Where are you heading?" He asked.
"I'm just returning home, but my bike is broken." I replied, feeling a little weak in his presence.
"All right, let's get your bike loaded onto the trailer." He then proceeded to lift it into the back of the truck, all by himself.
I followed him back to the front after he locked the trailer doors. My gaze was drawn to his tight pants, which were thicker in the crotch area; 'he must be concealing quite a package,' I thought.
He introduced himself as Matt as we settled into our seats and returned to our journey. When he saw me waving my hand in the middle of the road, he was returning from completing a major goods delivery.
He fetched me a bottle of cold water before I could ask. I took it willingly because my own water had become warm from walking on a hot day. He noticed the pride flag tattoo on my wrist as I was taking the bottle from his hand.
"Hey, cool tattoo. So you're queer?" He asked, with genuine curiosity in his voice.
"Yeah, I'm gay."
"That's cool." His tone was calming. Many people flinched out when I told them about my sexuality, but I was glad that Matt didn't react harshly.
Matt tried to keep the conversation going, but my uncomfortable ass couldn't keep up.
We had a long journey ahead of us,. I became quite hungry around halfway through our journey. I tried my hardest not to appear famished, but the sound of my stomach growling ultimately reached Matt's ears.
He didn't ask me anything this time and simply pulled over to one of the highway truck stops, and we were back on the road after eating lunch. I wanted to repay him by paying for gas or even meals, but I didn't have much money
I felt bad for taking so much from him, and I wished I could somehow repay him. "Hey! Matt, I'm not sure how, but I want to repay you for your generosity; I really owe you something."
"Don't worry about it." He simply shrugged. "After all, I suppose I've found some pretty great company in having you here with me." His words were starting to make me flush.
