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Lusty Liaisons: Two Cocks For Christmas (2/4)
10 votesAuthor: rumpranger2 Published: 12/4/2007 story views: 1862
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at the far end of the parking area.
“Wow! Tough break,” Kris said as he looked at the run down appearing truck with Marley Towing and a phone number painted on the door.
“Now we’re fuckin stuck here in this fuckin desolate truck stop ten days before Christmas with no fuckin money and no fuckin way home,” the owner said.
“So, where you all goin and what’s the problem with the vehicle?” Kris asked as he munched on his doughnut.
“The guy that towed us in said the engine lost a piston, a valve, or some shit like that,” the owner said.
“Not good,” Kris said.
“The tow guy said he wasn’t sure what the problem was, but he was sure the engine was shot. So, here we sit three days before Christmas with no money to get the car repaired; no money to rent a car to get home in time for Christmas, and not much chance for a ride home,” the owner of the Bronco said dejectedly.
“So, where ‘bouts you boys call home?” Kris asked offering the boys doughnuts from the sack he was holding.
“I’m heading to Roseburg, Oregon, just off Interstate five for Christmas with my family,” the younger looking man stated as he stood up to shake Kris’s hand. With the other hand he took a chocolate covered doughnut from the bag.
The slender young man towered over Kris at about six feet four inches saying, “my name is Tim Cratchit, but everyone calls me Tiny Tim ‘cause I’m so tall I guess.”
“I’m Kris Kringle, Tim,” Kris replied with a lustful smile shaking Tim’s hand.
“Thanks for the doughnuts mister Kringle.”
“Don’t call me Mr. that’s my dad, I’m Kris.”
The owner of the Bronco retrieved a glazed twist from the bag saying, “Thanks Kris, my name’s Chuck Dickens. I was on my way to Medford, Oregon to be with my family for Christmas, until the Bronco broke down. We both attend college in Phoenix, that’s where we’re comin from.”
“Really, I was in North Scottsdale a few hours earlier. Yup, dropped some iron off at the auction and picked up a couple to go. Go ahead have another doughnut. If I eat too many of the damn things I’ll just get fat sittin in that truck,” Kris said with a chuckle offering the bag to the boys.
“We left Tempe Thursday night heading for Oregon. We’re on winter break,” Tim said taking another chocolate doughnut.
“Cool,” Kris said.
We were actually gonna take Highway 95 north to Needles, California, and then pickup I-40 west before the damn Bronco gave out,” Tim stated.
“How come you all were gonna take the 40 this time of year and not drive the 10 west straight into LA and then head north on the 5 to Oregon?”
“Cause, Chuck thought it would be shorter to take I-40 to Barstow and from there take Highway 58 to Bakersfield to Highway 99 so he could stop in Fresno to visit his aunt and uncle before heading to Oregon,” the taller boy said pointing to his friend.
“Well, you guys might just be in luck.”
“How’s that?” Chuck questioned.
“I might be able to help you all out, but what about the Bronco, Chuck?”
“Wow! Tough break,” Kris said as he looked at the run down appearing truck with Marley Towing and a phone number painted on the door.
“Now we’re fuckin stuck here in this fuckin desolate truck stop ten days before Christmas with no fuckin money and no fuckin way home,” the owner said.
“So, where you all goin and what’s the problem with the vehicle?” Kris asked as he munched on his doughnut.
“The guy that towed us in said the engine lost a piston, a valve, or some shit like that,” the owner said.
“Not good,” Kris said.
“The tow guy said he wasn’t sure what the problem was, but he was sure the engine was shot. So, here we sit three days before Christmas with no money to get the car repaired; no money to rent a car to get home in time for Christmas, and not much chance for a ride home,” the owner of the Bronco said dejectedly.
“So, where ‘bouts you boys call home?” Kris asked offering the boys doughnuts from the sack he was holding.
“I’m heading to Roseburg, Oregon, just off Interstate five for Christmas with my family,” the younger looking man stated as he stood up to shake Kris’s hand. With the other hand he took a chocolate covered doughnut from the bag.
The slender young man towered over Kris at about six feet four inches saying, “my name is Tim Cratchit, but everyone calls me Tiny Tim ‘cause I’m so tall I guess.”
“I’m Kris Kringle, Tim,” Kris replied with a lustful smile shaking Tim’s hand.
“Thanks for the doughnuts mister Kringle.”
“Don’t call me Mr. that’s my dad, I’m Kris.”
The owner of the Bronco retrieved a glazed twist from the bag saying, “Thanks Kris, my name’s Chuck Dickens. I was on my way to Medford, Oregon to be with my family for Christmas, until the Bronco broke down. We both attend college in Phoenix, that’s where we’re comin from.”
“Really, I was in North Scottsdale a few hours earlier. Yup, dropped some iron off at the auction and picked up a couple to go. Go ahead have another doughnut. If I eat too many of the damn things I’ll just get fat sittin in that truck,” Kris said with a chuckle offering the bag to the boys.
“We left Tempe Thursday night heading for Oregon. We’re on winter break,” Tim said taking another chocolate doughnut.
“Cool,” Kris said.
We were actually gonna take Highway 95 north to Needles, California, and then pickup I-40 west before the damn Bronco gave out,” Tim stated.
“How come you all were gonna take the 40 this time of year and not drive the 10 west straight into LA and then head north on the 5 to Oregon?”
“Cause, Chuck thought it would be shorter to take I-40 to Barstow and from there take Highway 58 to Bakersfield to Highway 99 so he could stop in Fresno to visit his aunt and uncle before heading to Oregon,” the taller boy said pointing to his friend.
“Well, you guys might just be in luck.”
“How’s that?” Chuck questioned.
“I might be able to help you all out, but what about the Bronco, Chuck?”
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