Two Cocks for Christmas
By Randall Rumper

Chapter III: Fresno to Sacramento Trip

‘Twas Friday afternoon when Kris pulled into the parking area of the Herndon truck stop off Highway 99 north of Fresno, California. Not a driver was stirring, not even a stray cat, the huge parking area was deserted. No whores lurking on the fringe, not even a mouse scurrying around the dumpster. The truck stop was sparse with big rigs that Friday afternoon; drivers had dropped their loads earlier in the day and were heading home to finish their Christmas shopping. All were in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. Earlier that day, in the pre-dawn hours, Kris had picked up his wayfaring traveling companions at a truck stop in Arizona. The two strays hitched a ride with Kris in hopes of getting home before the Christmas holidays began.

As soon as the truck stopped Kris sprang from his seat and upon to the trailer with a bound. In a flash he tore lose the binding chains with a clatter in preparation to off load the blue Bronco. Upon the ramp Kris was prancing and pawing shouting to the owner inside the Bronco, calling the broken down vehicle vile names as he pushed. Once the chore was complete and the Bronco rolled to the ground Kris drew his hand, turning around, down from the trailer he came with a bound. As he stood in the parking area he exclaimed, Merry Motherfuckin Christmas to all: Ho Ho Ho. Kris was filled with Christmas cheer; ready to celebrate the holiday season. In his head were visions of two plum colored cockhead, maybe a Christmas fuck or two.

All of Tim and Chuck’s sexual chatter had gotten Kris really horny on the trip from Arizona to Fresno. Kris was consumed with desire to see and taste the forbidden fruits hidden by the two young men riding with him. He wondered what gifts lay beneath the boys clothing. He wanted to feel at least one of them deep inside him before he let them off at the bus depot in Redding. The trip from Fresno to Sacramento would be the deciding factor. He would feel out the boys to see if they were game for some sex play later that day. He knew he would have no problems with Tim; hell, Tim had already said that he would be willing to go for a pre Christmas roll in the hay.

Kris was jarred back to reality as he heard the owner of the Bronco calling his uncle to tell him that he had arrived early and they were at the designated truck stop. Chuck’s uncle told him to hold in place that he would be there in about thirty to forty-five minutes with the tow truck. So, as the three awaited Chuck’s uncle, Kris turned with a twist of this head and a wink of his eye saying, “Why don’t we all get sandwiches and drinks on me before we dash away towards Sacramento later today?”

“Sounds great,” the younger men said in unison.

All three walked over to get their sandwiches and drinks from the convenience store. Once back at the truck they stood around eating and drinking. Once Kris finished his ham and cheese on rye he fed Donder. Knowing he had plenty of time he began exercising the dog after eating, calling the hound by name as they dashed away. He was at the far end of the parking area, still