Ian drove his new black extended cab truck slowly, smoothly, like a hunting shark. He cruised around the nighttime city, past strip malls and supermarkets, through high-class neighborhoods and decrepit slums. Near the edge of the city, where the sidewalks and newly paved streets gave way to winding, hidden back roads, he found his prey.

Ian drove up to the young man slowly, trying to get a good look at him as he walked backward in the shadows, holding his thumb out. He had one hand in his pocket. He was wearing a white T-shirt that hugged his muscular pecs and emphasized the tight lines of his stomach - he was cute. Ian stopped the truck and opened the window.

“Where’re you headed?” he asked.

“Bedford,” he said. “You headed that way?”

“I am now,” Ian said. He unlocked the passenger door. “Get in.”

“Thanks,” the man said. He jogged around the front of the truck, his dark hair gleaming in the headlights. He climbed in. “I’m Doug.” He held out his hand. Ian took it, and they locked eyes.

“I’m Ian.”

The handshake lasted a beat too long, and when it broke, Doug settled in the seat, conspicuously adjusting his jeans around his crotch. Ian started driving.

“This is a huge truck,” Doug said. “Nice.”

“I like my toys big,” He noticed Doug biting his bottom lip to stifle a smile. “Kinda late to be walking all the way to Bedford. Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Doug said. He ran a hand through his hair, moving it out of his blue eyes. “I was just in town looking for work. Took longer than I thought. I didn’t know the buses don’t run after seven.”

“Not from around here, huh?”

“No, I’m from Connecticut.”

“Public transportation around here leaves a lot to be desired. What do you do for work?”

Doug squirmed in his seat a little bit. “Umm… a little of this and that.”

“Really? You get a medical plan with that?” Ian chuckled. Doug grinned confidently.

“Let’s just say I do what I need to do.”

Ian smirked. “I bet.” As he drove, he rested his right hand on his thigh, pretending to rub an itch. He moved his hand up to his crotch and started slowly massaging himself to erection, until the thick shape of it was clearly straining against his jeans. From the corner of his eye, he could see Doug watching.

“You got a girlfriend, Doug?”

“Nope.” Doug shifted in his seat, revealing an impressive bulge of his own.

“A good looking guy like you, with a body like that, they should be banging your door down.”

“Oh, there’s a lot of banging going on, trust me,” Doug laughed. “But I don’t have much need for a girlfriend.”

He stretched in his seat, and Ian watched Doug’s t-shirt ride up on his stomach. The low waist of his jeans just barely grazed the top of his pubes, and his erection was hard enough to create a gap between the fabric and his skin.

“I see,” Ian said. He pressed a button on his left, and the locks clicked shut.

Doug raised his eyebrows, and sat up straight. Ian turned a hard right