One For the Road: Another Roy and Sam Interlude
By: Giantguy
Nick wiped away the trickle of sweat that was dripping down
his forehead into his eyes. He took off his sunglasses,
rubbed his eyes, refocused and looked back down the
highway. Damn. Nothing in either direction. The sun was
almost down... the pounding desert heat was starting to
evaporate, and the breeze was actually beginning to feel
cool. Cold, almost.
He looked back at the rest stop behind him. You’d think
somebody would have pulled in here in the last four hours –
the trucker who dropped him off said he’d have no trouble
getting another ride – but so far, nothing. He felt the
urge coming on to take a leak ... nobody around ... why
bother walking all the way back to the men’s room ... Nick
shrugged and reached for the zipper of his denim cutoffs...
dug in and pulled out his rod, letting it flop fat and
heavy over his fly. He closed his eyes and groaned a
little as he let loose, a heavy stream spurting onto the
ground. As he sighed in relief, releasing the pressure, he
heard the sound of an engine. He opened his eyes, seeing a
beat up van making its way towards him down the straight
stretch of highway in the fading light.
Fuck!! He tried to force the stream out faster, finishing
and shaking his dick as he stuffed it back in his shorts.
Last thing he needed was to lose a possible ride looking
like a sex freak on the side of the road – he chuckled to
himself as he thought, damn, with what I got, maybe I’d do
better getting a ride sticking my dick out than holding out
my thumb.
Nick held out his thumb, putting on his best grin, standing
up to his full six foot three, spreading his legs a little
and jamming the other thumb into the belt loops of his
shorts. He could feel the breeze drying the places where
he had sweated through his t shirt, which was stretched
tight over his lean torso. He looked hopeful as the van
came nearer... it slowed but passed him. He kicked the
ground in frustration, throwing the finger at the departing
van. As he watched, it slowed down, and stopped. He
waited a second, then grabbed his pack and ran to the van.
The driver rolled down his window and craned his head out
as Nick came closer. He looked to be around forty or so, a
craggy face with a strong jaw – close cropped salt and
pepper hair, with a thick black mustache. He looked at
Nick with hard eyes, one meaty forearm flexing as he
reached out to adjust the side mirror.
“Where you goin’, buddy?” he drawled in a raspy cigar and
whiskey voice.
“Hey, anyplace outta here is fine. As far as you’re
going,” Nick said, peering in the window of the van to see
the other passenger – looked to be a little younger, but
another big, beefy guy, with a scraggly reddish beard and a
ballcap.
“Alright then, get in. Other side. Hurry up.”
Nick went to the passenger side and yanked the side door
open, climbing on to the wide seat behind the two front
seats. He positioned his pack on the floor between his
feet, barely having time to slam the door before the driver
was gunning the engine and the van was speeding back down
the highway.
“Name’s Sam, and this here’s Roy,” the driver said, looking
into the rearview at Nick.
“I’m Nick” he replied, reaching out to shake Roy’s hand as
he swiveled around in his seat.
Roy grinned, “Didn’t get piss all over your hand, did ya
man?” as he gripped Nick’s tightly.
Nick felt himself reddening a little bit. “Uh, didn’t
think you saw that –“
“Hell,” Roy said, turning back to face the road. “Not like
we don’t just get out and piss at the side of the road
whenever we feel like it.” He and Sam both laughed. Nick
joined in, leaning forward a little bit to try and size
them up.
Both men were big – Sam was probably over 6’5” Nick
guessed, Roy probably a little shorter. Both guys had to
be well over 230 pounds – could be a problem, Nick thought
to himself – both of them had obvious muscle on them –
course, they both had substantial beerguts straining
against their shirts. Sam’s was especially prominent,
looking hard and round, almost reaching to the steering
wheel.
Nick was tall, lean but muscular, at 25 still with a boyish
look on his angled face, his brown hair falling forward a
little over his tanned face. He had the look of someone
who had been on the road a while.
The van was just lit by the glow of the dash lights now –
the highway was an uninterrupted ribbon, gray in the
headlights. Roy fiddled with the radio, only picking up
one crackly country station. They listened until it too
finally faded out. Nick leaned back, a little
uncomfortable in the silence. Usually whoever picked him
up had questions to ask – where was he going, where had he
been. These guys just drove on in silence.
“Hey... so ... where you guys heading to?”
There was another moment of silence before Roy finally
said, “Nowhere much.”
“... kay.”
Another silence as the van rumbled on. Nick just stared
ahead at the highway. He could feel exhaustion taking over
... he picked his bag up, cradling it in his lap ... he
couldn’t help nodding off ... he would just sleep for a
little while ... no harm in that...his eyes were so
heavy...
He slept.
He felt himself slowly coming back to consciousness ... he
could just hear over the sound of the engine the deep
voices in a low conversation.
“So whaddya think ... too big?”
“Hell no. Done plenty bigger than that.”
“Yeah, sure. That’s somethin’ I’d like to see.”
“You’re gonna see a lot before we’re through, trust me
buddy.”
“So you’re sayin’ no problem?”
“You wanna bet me?”
“You’re on.”
Nick opened his eyes, leaning forward. “Hey guys ...
what’s up... ?”
Roy looked up in the rearview. “Hey man, back with us? We
were just thinking maybe we should stop and eat soon.”
“Good idea – fuckin’ starving. Doesn’t look like there’s
anyplace around though,” Nick said, looking out at the
pitch black emptiness.
“Oh, I always find someplace,” said Sam in his gravelly
voice.
Nick adjusted his pack, feeling for the hard metallic bulge
on one side. “But before we do that ... ya think we could
maybe pull over for a pit stop? Gotta drain the snake
again.”
Roy looked over at Sam, who nodded curtly, and started
slowing down, pulling the van onto the shoulder. Roy
turned to Nick. “Good idea – I think we all need a
break...”
Sam brought the van to a stop, turning off the engine and
switching the headlights off. The full moon lit the rocky
desert almost like a floodlight.
Roy was out first, stepping away from the van and
stretching with a loud groan. He opened the side door,
taking a step back as Nick got out carrying his backpack.
“Going someplace?” he chuckled.
Nick shrugged. “Aw, just been used to always having it
with me. No biggie.” He heard the other door squeak on
rusty hinges as Sam heaved his bulk out of the driver’s
side.
He walked a little ways away, hauling his dick out again.
He really did need to piss ... but he better do it fast,
catch those guys while they were still doing their
business.
Roy and Sam were standing, legs spread, enjoying a slow
leisurely piss, letting the day’s accumulation drain out,
making jokes to one another and chuckling. They heard
Nick’s voice behind them.
“Okay guys, bathroom break is over.”
“What the f—“ Sam said, as he turned around to see Nick
standing, pointing a pistol at him. Roy turned too – both
men facing him, thick fat cocks hanging from their jeans.
“Okay, we’re gonna make this simple. Toss me the keys.
And no fucking funny business or you’re gonna have a hole
right through that big ol’ gut of yours.”
Sam just stared at him, a big grin on his face.
“What’s so fuckin’ funny man? I said toss me the keys.”
Roy spoke up. “The keys are still in the van, asshole. We
were only getting out for a minute.”
“Shut up!” Nick said. Damn ... he should have checked
there first – but he could have sworn he saw Sam pocket the
keys.
“Okay then. Throw your wallets on the ground. Come on.”
Sam nodded, but instead of reaching to his back pocket, he
started unbuttoning his shirt.
“What the fuck you doing man? Gimme your goddamn wallets,
NOW.”
Sam just stared at him, not breaking a sweat as he pulled
his shirt open, revealing his massive beer gut.
“I got a money belt, son... don’t keep my money in a wallet
so’s I don’t get it ripped off by punks like you...”
“Let’s see it then – hurry up!” Nick shouted, sweating a
little in the chilly night air.
In the dim light he could see Sam moving ... but not
reaching for any money belt. He was slowly rubbing his
belly, moving his hand over the hard jutting beergut. Nick
blinked and stared. Suddenly there was a loud almost
animal growl – coming from Sam’s belly.
“What the --?” Nick said, and in the next second felt
himself hitting the ground, as Roy moved like lightning,
kicking his legs out from under him. Nick felt the gun
bounce out of his grasp as Roy pounded his boot into his
back. “Uuuuuggh!” The breath was knocked out of him as
Roy kicked him one more time. His head hit the dirt, and
he saw stars as he blacked out.
Nick felt himself being turned over and over, his head
pounding. Eyes still closed, he felt the breeze blowing
against him and he realized he was naked. Fuck! He
painfully opened his eyes. He was sprawled in the back of
the van, with the back doors open. Outside the van stood
Roy and Sam, shirt still unbuttoned, arms folded over his
massive belly.
Roy spoke first. “What the fuck was that stunt?”
Nick grimaced. “Fuck off...”
Sam came a step closer. “Just as well, punk. Nobody’s
gonna miss your sorry ass anyway.”
Nick tried to sit up. “Miss me ... what the hell’s that
mean?”
Roy grinned. “Just means ... we’re stopping for dinner a
little early.”
Nick looked at him. “Huh? What the fuck is your buddy
sayin’?” he asked, turning to look at Sam. The words died
in his throat.
Sam was leaning down, hands on his knees, head and neck
thrust forward, mouth stretched open. Only his mouth was
stretching wide ... wider than Nick thought possible ...
his jaw popping with effort as it lowered down to Sam’s
chest ... the veins in Sam’s neck starting to bulge with
the strain...
Nick instinctively tried to back away but in the next
second found his ankle in Roy’s powerful grip. Roy
dragged him toward the open door, quickly grabbing Nick’s
other ankle, resisting Nick’s efforts to kick his way free.
He held Nick’s bare feet in front of Sam, who leaned
forward, slurping them both in to his gaping mouth.
“What the FUCK...” Nick yelled, scrabbling for a handhold
on the floor of the van.
There was an audible gulp as Sam swallowed and Nick felt
his tongue rasping against his ankles and calves as he was
pulled forward.
“Yeah buddy ... Sam’s big ol’ gut here ... well, it’s gonna
get a damn sight bigger.” Roy chuckled, watching as Nick
was hypnotized by the sight of Sam’s mouth and throat
expanding to encompass his whole body. Hell, he knew how
he felt – first time he saw Sam swallow a man whole, he was
rooted to the spot watching.
Another gulp, and Nick was dragged forward, sliding into
Sam’s mouth further, Sam’s mustache trailing just below
Nick’s crotch. Nick shook himself free from his trance,
not believing what was happening to him...
“F -- fuck man – he’s gonna fuckin swallow me!”
“Come on you little shit – after what you were trying to
do, it’s just self defense..” Roy grinned as Sam made a
herculean effort, yawning wider to swallow Nick up to the
waist, slurping over his cock and round tight ass with his
engorged tongue.
Nick suddenly caught his breath – Sam’s enormous, rough
tongue was licking and probing over his ass cheeks, pushing
its way inbetween them, forcing itself into his crack and
up against his butthole – adrenalin was pumping through his
body but at the same time he could feel his own cock grow
painfully hard against the slick roof of Sam’s mouth.
Sam grunted like a bull, pushing his tongue harder against
Nick, spreading his butt wide as he felt Nick humping
against him. Happened every time. He grunted again,
grabbing Nick’s sides and pulling his body a little deeper
into his mouth, feeling Nick’s legs begin to go down his
throat with his next swallow.
Roy couldn’t stand it any longer – he ripped the fly of his
jeans down, releasing his fat, hard cock, already slick
with precum, jacking it with both hands as he watched Sam
struggling to engulf Nick. He knew Sam had never swallowed
someone Nick’s size, but he also knew Sam could never say
no to a challenge. Seeing the raw power Sam had always
turned him on beyond belief.
Nick could feel his legs moving into the slick, tight
throat, the muscles contracting around his calves and then
his thighs as he slid downward. He could feel Sam’s
rhythmic grunting vibrating through him. Sam had hold of
his arms now, guiding them both into his hugely stretched
mouth, his lips up past Nick’s waist. Nick could barely
struggle, his arms pinned by his sides, his chest heaving
as Sam’s lips slid up further and further.
Nick looked over at Roy, barely able to get enough breath
to wheeze out a last plea for help. Roy’s eyes were on
fire as he watched Nick disappear into Sam’s throat, his
fists pumping furiously on his thick cock, slapping against
his balls, slick with precum.
Sam’s lips were around Nick’s neck now ... Sam closed his
eyes, savoring the feeling of Nick halfway down his throat.
Nick looked up, seeing Roy come closer, still jacking hard,
his cock swelling in his hands.
Nick opened his mouth, trying to gasp for air, when Roy
moaned, spurting out huge thick ropes of cum that
splattered across Nick’s face. Sam let out a huge,
guttural grunt, and heaved forward, sucking Nick in between
his lips, gulping hard, swallowing him down, feeling the
bulge distending his throat, forcing him down into his
belly, feeling the incredible fullness as Nick was pushed
into a tight ball in his bloated gut. Roy’s load kept on
shooting as he milked his cock, watching Sam’s belly grow
larger and larger.
Just before dawn, the trooper pulled off to the side of the
highway where he saw a van parked. Could be another
breakdown, or maybe a driver who pulled over to get some
shuteye. He stepped out, seeing one figure leaning
against the side of the van, smoking.
“Any problems here?” he said, coming closer.
The redhaired man took a drag on his cigarette and pushed
back his ballcap. “Everything’s fine, officer. Just
taking a break.”
“Well, just be careful. Had some reports of a couple
truckers being robbed. You see anyone around? Hitch hiker
or anything?” He walked closer, looking in the open van
doors. It looked like there was someone asleep ... lying
on his back ... another big guy ... damn ... look at the
fuckin’ size of that guy’s gut ... must be carrying a
seventy pound beer belly ... bloated out huge and round ...
and ... damn, must be the light ... did it fuckin’ move?
couldn’t be ...
“Thanks for the warning, Officer.”
The trooper stepped forward. “What’s with your pal there?
He all right?”
Sam slowly raised himself on his elbows, his belly bulging
out huge... he could see the trooper’s expression – a
combination of curiosity and respect ... he opened his
mouth, letting out a long, thick, wet belch.
“UuuuuAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUrrrrrrrrruuuuuhhhhh.”
He grinned. “Sorry there, officer. Musta been something I
ate....”