CROSS-COUNTRY CRUISERS
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XXX Novel by Rod Palmer

Chapter One

     After my Uncle Tony took off, I sort of inherited his house by default. Somebody had to
take care of the place, and when I suggested to my mom that I could live there and look
after it until Uncle Tony got back, she agreed. My dad was getting ready to throw me out
anyway, since he'd caught me and Greg Atwood fucking each other's brains out in the barn
one rainy Sunday when there wasn't anything else to do.
     Anyway, Uncle Tony and I had always been really close, and he probably was the first
member of my family to catch on that I was gay—probably because he was gay himself,
though he kept it pretty quiet. He was there for me whenever I had a problem, and I could
talk to him about anything, especially when I reached the age when I knew full well I was gay
and started fucking around.
     I thought it was really odd, him being gay and living by himself on a farm in northern
Minnesota. I mean, he could have moved to a big city like Minneapolis or Chicago and
found himself a lover in about ten seconds flat. But he never did. I always wondered why
until… but…well, that's getting ahead of the story.
     He never touched me, although to be honest I really wish he would have. Uncle Tony was
in his early 40s when he disappeared, but those guys who tell you that anyone over 30 is out
of it doesn't know what they're talking about. Tony was 6 foot two and solid muscle. Sure, his
hair was getting salt-and-pepper and he had some grey in that forest of black hair that
covered his chest. I did see him naked a couple of times by accident, and I was able to
catch a couple peeks while he was taking a piss, and my God! You should see that thing
he's got swinging between his legs! My Uncle Tony was one hot fucker, and many's the night
I lay in bed jacking off two or three times in a row, imagining what that honker must look like
when it got hard, and what it would taste like, having him stuff it in my mouth and letting me
suck his balls dry. And when I'd really get hot, I'd picture myself on my back with my ankles
locked around his thick neck, looking into that gorgeous face as he eased that monster dick
into my waiting ass!
     But I'm not what this story is about. Uncle Tony's what it's about, and the journal I found in
a the bottom drawer of his dresser. He wrote it when he was about 19 years old. I sure wish
I'd lived back then, when you didn't have to worry about AIDS. Anything you wanted to do, you
could do. And Uncle Tony did! Oh, boy, did he ever!
     But here: here's the journal. You read it for yourself.
* * *
July 4, 1976

     Jesus! I'm in love! I went in to town today for the parade and the carnival. Sam and Stu and
a couple of the guys wanted me to go with them, but I begged off. Luckily, they know me well
enough that when I let them know I'd prefer to be by myself, they let me. They think I'm still just
trying to get over mom and dad's being killed, and I guess I am, probably. But something told
me today just to be by myself, and I'm sure as hell glad I was. I decided to go on a couple of the
rides, so I bought a ticket to the Tilt-a-Whirl, and I'm standing in line, and I look behind me and
here's this…this unbelievably beautiful kid I'd never seen before in my life. Blond, just a little
shorter than me, my age, a movie-star face and a body to match. I knew right away he couldn't
possibly be from around here, because if I'd ever seen him before I'd sure as hell have
remembered him.
     So I'm standing there in front of him, and he's so beautiful I have to keep  turning around and
pretending like I'm looking for someone or something, and then I see he's watching me! Well,
I suppose that's no surprise the way I was gawking at him. He smiled and said, "Hi. I'm Gene."
Even his voice was sexy! He held out his hand and I turned full around in order to take it.
"Hi," I said. "I'm Tony."
     About that time the Tilt-a-Whirl stopped and started letting people off and putting new people in.
From what I could see, Gene was by himself, so I said "They always try to put two people in a car…
you want to share a car with me?"
     Gene just looked at me and grinned. "What do you think?" he asked. God, I had to concentrate
really, really hard to keep from having my dick get so hard it would burst its way out of my pants!
     Anyway, we get into the car, and they swing the bottom half up to close and lock it, and the minute
the attendant goes away, I feel Gene's hand on my leg, sliding up to my crotch!
     "Wow, that's nice!" he said as he cupped my stiffening cock and balls. "You let me suck it later?"
     So much for subtlety Would I let him suck it later? Hell, I'd have let him suck it right then and there!
     "You want to suck my dick?" I asked, nearly ready to pass out, I was so lightheaded.
     Gene looked at me. "On one condition," he said.
     I wanted to say "Anything!" but instead I said: "What's that?"
     The Tilt-a-Whirl started to move, and he grabbed my hand and put it on his own crotch. Jesus!
What a throbber! I grabbed it so hard he winced. "I want you to suck it, not squeeze it to death!"
he said with another grin.
     We sat there for the entire ride holding on to each other's dicks, and I just wanted the ride to
stop and to pull his pants down and to slide my mouth over the head of his dick and suck him until
he begged me to stop.
     As the ride slowed to a stop, we both had to rearrange the bulge in our pants so it wouldn't be
too obvious…though with a bulge like Gene's it would be pretty damned hard to miss.
     "Where can we go?" I asked. "My sister's home. Damn it! She's leaving tomorrow to go see
our aunt in Duluth, but…We can just go out somewhere in my car. I know a nice wooded area
nobody goes to."
     Gene grinned yet again. "No sweat. Come with me."
     Puzzled, I followed him out to the large parking area. He walked directly to a large motor home,
took out a key, and opened the door.
     "This is yours?" I asked.
     Gene shook his head. "Nah, it belongs to Arnie."
     "Who's Arnie?" I asked. Gene gave me a strange look I couldn't quite figure out. "He's
my…boss," he said simply.
     "What if he comes back?" I asked as we climbed up into the coach.
     "Nothing happens," he said. "Nothing you don't want to happen, anyway."
     Gene was definitely a strange character, but I was so fucking hot by that time he could have
been a vampire and I'd have given him my neck willingly.
     Taking me by the hand he led me to the bedroom at the back of the coach. Closing the door,
he pulled the window curtains shut, then came over and started undressing me. I duplicated his
actions and soon we were both naked and breathing hard. When his shorts came off and his
cock sprang forward into the room, I couldn't resist. I dropped to my knees, grabbed his hips
in both my hands and sank my mouth down over his cock. He groaned loudly and grabbed my
hair in his fists, bobbing my head up and down on his long, fat cock.
     "Eat it, Tony," he whispered hoarsely. "Eat my cock. Let me feel that tongue. Yeah. Go down…
all the way down!" I did as I was told, but taking that huge dick all the way into my throat took
some doing and I gagged. He reached under my arms and pulled me to my feet.
     "Lie back on the bed," he said, and I did. He got down on the floor on his knees between my
spread legs, grabbed my pecker with one hand and examined it closely. "Ooh, Tony," he sighed,
"…now that's what I call a cock! Perfect! And you're not circumcised! I love a man with skin."
     Using his fist to push the foreskin up over the head he leaned forward and inserted the tip of
his tongue between the skin and the close-to-bursting head. "I love it," he managed to say with
his tongue still beneath the foreskin. He began to roll his tongue around the head. No one has
ever done that to me before! It was incredible! I'd been sucked off before. Lots of times. Sam and
I used to blow each other a couple times a week, though Sam wasn't all that good at it. He'd just let
it slide in and out of his mouth, and I'd usually end up having to jack myself off while he just sort of
held the head between his lips. And he'd never swallow my load; he'd never let me even shoot in
his mouth if he could help it. And he'd always act mad afterwards, like we'd done something wrong,
and he'd swear that was the last time we'd ever do that—until the next time, of course.
     But Gene…Gene, now…Gene sucked cock! And I could tell he loved it. It was as if he knew
exactly what I wanted and how I wanted it done. It was the most glorious feeling I've ever had!
I hoped he'd let me shoot in his mouth. I wanted to watch him drink it.
     I grabbed the back of his head and humped my hips off the bed, driving my cock deep into
his mouth. He sucked wildly until he felt my legs begin to stiffen and quiver. He pulled his head
off my dick and said: "Not yet! Not yet!" but it was too late. Grabbing my cock by the base with
one hand, I pulled his head forward with the other and thrust the head between his lips just in time.
     "Mmm," he moaned in ecstacy as my juice squirted into his mouth. "Mmm!" He deliberately
didn't swallow, letting my hot cream fill his mouth before taking several long, loud gulps. But I just
kept squirting, and once again he let his mouth fill before swallowing. When the spurting slowed
to weak spritzes he mouthed it passionately. "More!" he gasped. "Give me more!" He looked
up at me. "More, Tony, please!"
     I sat up to pull him onto the bed beside me. "Oh, there's more," I said. "But just give me a
minute to make another batch." He was propped up on his elbows and I pushed him down
with one hand. "It's my turn now," I said.
     He grabbed his cock by the base as I had done with his earlier, and aimed it toward my mouth.
"It's yours," he said. "It's all yours."
     "I want to drink your juice," I said. "Do you want me to?"
     He lay his head back on the pillow as I crawled between his legs and my tongue flicked the
head of his jerking rod. "Oh, yes," he sighed. "Oh, yes!"
     I began to suck, very slowly, running my tongue around the beautiful head of his enormous
cock—it was almost exactly the same size as mine, and I had the biggest dick of any guy in my
high school.
     Gene's hands found the back of my head. "Oh, that's good, Tony! That's so good!" I slowly
increased both the speed and the pressure of my sucking, until he was writhing his hips and his
hands gripped my head harder, urging my head up and down the magnificent length.
     "More, Tony! More! Please, suck me more!"
     Our mutual excitement built, with both of us moaning now. I could feel Gene getting close to
the edge and I really gave him my all, as he had done with me. "Yeah! Yeah! Oh, more!" he
gasped until finally he grabbed the sides of my face with both hands and flipped us both over
so that he was on his knees straddling me and began fucking my face in deep, long strokes.
I reached up and played with his tits as his rod plunged in and out of my mouth.
     "Oh, Tony! I'm so close. Your mouth is so hot! You want my load now?"
     I groaned and clamped my lips around his pistoning rod. "Mmm-Hmm!" I managed to moan
around the fat shaft.
     Gene was fucking my mouth like a mad man, grunting and gasping. Finally, between gasps,
he said: "Now? Now? Are you ready? You want it?"
     "Mmm-Hmm!!" I repeated. Oh, God, did I want it!
     "Here…it…comes!" he shouted, and literally fell forward on top of me, driving his throbbing
dick deep into my throat. I felt blast after blast of liquid pumping from the head of his cock directly
into my gullet and I was afraid I was going to choke. I pushed upwards on his hips just far enough
to let me take it all at a more manageable pace, but I still had to keep swallowing and swallowing
just to keep up with it. I loved it! I wanted more! More! And he gave it to me until finally there wasn't
any more to give, and he rolled off me onto his side.
     At that point, I heard…clapping! Slow, steady: Clap. Clap. Clap. I turned quickly to the door to see a huge form practically filling the entire doorframe.
     "Not bad," a very deep, very masculine voice said. "Not bad at all!"
     Not knowing what the hell was happening, I looked up at Gene, who was smiling at me. "Tony," he said, "meet Arnie."

July 5, 1976

     Shit! Why did I do that? I mean, the idea that somebody had been watching us have sex totally
freaked me out! I just jumped out of bed and threw on my clothes and got the hell out of there! I didn't
even say a proper goodbye to Gene, or give him my phone number or my address or… Shit!
     Well, I'm sure he and ‘Arnie', whoever in hell he is supposed to be, are long gone. But I haven't
done a damned thing since I wrote that last entry other than think about Gene and that beautiful
face and that beautiful body and that beautiful cock and…fer chrissakes, I didn't even kiss him!
And after I had a chance to cool off, on my way home, the idea of Arnie watching us was actually
kind of hot. Well, too late to do anything about it now.
     One thing's for sure. I can't just sit around here all day. I've got to go back and see if I can find that
camper. Damn it! Damn it!

July 7, 1976

      There is a God! I went right back into town after I wrote the last entry, positive I'd never see
Gene again except every single night of the rest of my life when I closed my eyes and jacked off
thinking about the feel of his beautiful lips on my cock, and the sensation of drinking that heavenly
cum spurting into my mouth.
     The carnival had pulled up stakes and moved on; the county park was empty except for
scattered pop cans and cotton-candy cones with little bits of colored spun sugar clinging to
them and the usual trampled junk you find after a lot of people have been in a relatively small
area and left. Why had I even bothered? I asked myself. Gene was gone and I'd never see him
again.
     I decided to drive through town for no real reason I could think of, and as I passed Porter's
Drug Store, there was Gene, just coming out of the door! I slammed on the brakes and pulled
over to the curb so fast I was almost rear-ended by Mrs. Skinner in her not-a-dent-on-it 1953
Lincoln. Lucky for me she's never driven that thing over 17 miles an hour, or I'd have been in
big trouble.
     Anyway, I jumped out of the car and ran across the street. Gene saw me and broke into a
smile that made my chest ache. I wanted to just grab him and hug him and kiss him right there
on the street, but knew I couldn't do that. But the look on his face told me he was thinking the
same thing.
     "Gene!" I said. "I thought you'd left town! I wanted to apologize for the other day. I didn't
mean to just leave you like that, but when that Arnie guy showed up, I just…"
     And then he did a really odd thing, and I hope nobody was looking. He put one of his fingers
to my lips and said "Shhh; it's okay. I understand."
     I wanted to grab his hand and kiss his palm and then work my way up his arm to his mouth
and…. But I didn't.
     "Let's go have some coffee and talk," he said, and I merely nodded. "Someplace quiet," he
added and I had to grin. In this town, anyplace is quiet at this time of day.
     We walked over to the Sunshine Café and sure enough, we were the only two people in the
place other than Mary Lou. Even Al, the cook, wasn't there. We took the booth at the very far
end of the place and sat down.
     Mary Lou came over with two menus and a big smile. "Hi, Tony," she said, then gave Gene
a very appreciative once over. "Who's your friend?" she asked.
     Gene gave her a smile that put the name of the place to shame. "I'm Gene Brown, ma'm," he
said, offering her his hand. She took it and flushed slightly.
     "Well, it's nice to meet you, Gene Brown," she said, then turned back to me. "You know what
you want, Tony?" she asked.
     Oh, yes, I knew what I wanted. But it wasn't on any menu.
     "Just coffee, I think, Mary Lou," I said.
     Gene gave her another big smile. "Same here."
     She smiled at both of us, picked up the menus, and went to get our coffee.
     "So what are you still doing in town?" I asked, then quickly added: "Not that I'm not gladder
than hell you are. And where's…your boss?"
     I felt Gene's foot find my leg under the table and he rubbed it up and down, gently, staring at
me with a big smile all the while.
     "I'm still in town because I had to find you," he said. "Arnie had some business to take care of
and he let me off in town to see if I could find somebody who could tell me where you live. I told
the clerk in the drug store I was looking for a guy named Tony and I described you and she knew
who I meant right away. If I hadn't run into you on the street, I'd have walked out to your house to
find you."
     I was a little lightheaded, but managed a small grin. "That would have been quite a walk," I said.
"I live on my folks' farm and it's nearly two miles."
     His ankle rubbed my leg, slowly. "I know, but I didn't care. I had to see you."
     Mary Lou brought our coffee, asked if we needed anything else, then went away into the kitchen.
     I looked at Gene and when our eyes met I felt physically weak. I'd never done that before. Never.
Not with anybody. But with Gene….
     "What's going on here, Gene?" I asked. "I mean, we only met yesterday, completely by accident,
and…"
     He smiled a smile I'd never seen before and interrupted me. "It wasn't by accident," he said. "I saw you when you walked onto the carnival grounds, and I was following you. I hate Tilt-a-Whirls, but when I saw you buying a ticket, I had to, too."
     "Why?" I asked, wondering if his answer could possibly be the same answer I'd have given him
under the same circumstances.
     He looked at me and shrugged. "Because I had to," he said. "Because I saw you and…and I
had to."
     It was the same answer.
     We sat in silence, just looking at one another. Jesus, I'm not 13 anymore! I know puppy love
when I see it, and this went so far beyond ‘puppy love' I can't describe the distance.
     "So tell me about this Arnie guy? Who is he, and what is he to you?"
     "Arnie's a bounty hunter. He travels all around the country tracking down people who have
jumped bail. He needs somebody to drive the motor home while he goes to pick them up in the
van. When he catches them, he takes them to the local police station to turn them in, then we
move on to the next job."
     "Wow, that's quite a job. I guess he does pretty well, having a big motor home and a van."
     Gene grinned. "Yeah, he does really well. But hauling in bail jumpers isn't his only source of income."
     "Oh?" He had me curious. "But you just drive the motor home, right?"
     He gave me a strange smile and just shrugged.
     "So it's strictly a business arrangement?" I pushed.
     Gene stared at me for a long moment, and gently chewed his lower lip.
     "Did you get a good look at him?" he asked.
     "Not really. Huge guy, pretty hot in a really butch way. As I say, I was so rattled I really didn't
pay that much attention."
     Gene nodded. "Yeah. Well, just as I can't describe what's going on between you and me,
I can't really describe what there is about Arnie that keeps me with him."
     "You're with him?" I asked, both incredulous and crushed.
     Gene gave a big sigh and took a drink of his coffee. "Yes and no," he said. "Like I say, I
sort of work for him, but…Arnie picked me up hitchhiking, right after I'd run away from home.
This was about a year and a half ago. From the first time I set eyes on him, it's as though he
had me hypnotized. I'd never seen anybody so fucking…well, like you said…butch. You haven't
seen his body. You have no idea what that man looks like naked! You have no idea of the size
of his cock, or what he can do with it! It's like I'm addicted to him!"
     "Do you love him?" I heard myself ask, and I could hear the disappointment in my own voice.
      Gene gave a sad little smile and shook his head. "No, I don't love him. I don't even know that
I like him all that much, really. He's okay—a pretty interesting guy, actually, when he drops his
Ultra-Butch pose, which isn't often. Every now and then we actually talk. You'd never know it by
the way he acts most of the time, but he's a pretty bright guy. I think it's really important to him
to never let anyone get too close to him, or to see who he really is. But, oh, God, I can't keep away
from him. I'll do whatever he wants me to if he'll just promise to let me have that cock again: to let
me touch it, kiss it, suck it, guide it into my ass!" He looked at me, suddenly embarrassed. "I'm
sorry," he said. "I know you can't understand."
     "But you said you don't love him?" I repeated, even though he'd already answered that
question.
     "No, I don't love him," he repeated. "I've never even kissed him. He fucks me whenever he
feels like it—and he feels like it a lot— and he lets me suck him off, and sometimes he'll even
suck me off, too, if I beg him long enough. But any real affection…anything even coming close
to what I felt about you the very first time I ever set eyes on you…" he sighed deeply "…no."
     "What did he say when he found us together?" I asked. "Was he mad? He didn't seem like
it to me, but I didn't stick around long enough to find out."
     Another shrug. "No, he wasn't mad. He didn't care. I'm his fuck boy and as long as I'm there
to get his rocks off whenever and however he wants, what else I do is my own business."
     I had to ask: "Do you…do you do this often?…I mean, like you and me. Do you have sex with
a lot of guys you meet?"
     He looked into my eyes again, and his face grew very serious. "I have a lot of sex with…guys
I meet," he said, "but it's all just sex, and that's a very different story. Have I ever found anyone
like you before? Anybody I've spent less than an hour with and can't get out of my mind?
Anybody I really think could…could be something I've wanted all my life?" He shook his head
sadly. "No."
     "You could leave Arnie," I said, hopefully. He shook his head. "And do what?" he asked.
"I graduated from high school, but I haven't got any real skills. Someday I'd like to go to college,
but right now I can't think of anything I could be doing that would be as much fun or pays this
well. I've tried to leave him a couple times, but every single fucking time I try, all he has to do
is unbutton his shirt and let me see those incredible, hairy mounds of pecs, or unzip his fly
and whip out that monster dong of his—even soft it's bigger than a baby's arm—and I melt."
     I picked up on that one in a flash. "What do you do for the money? Other than drive the
motor home, I mean."
     He shrugged. "Have sex with guys," he said.
     I was listening to every word he said, but it was like I wasn't hearing a single one of them.
"I don't understand," I said, though I think I really did.
     "Well, Arnie sets it up," he said. "A lot of straight guys. Arnie goes into bars and roadhouses
and picks up on guys he thinks I'll like—or that he'd like to see me with—and starts talking to
them. Arnie can fit right in in the straightest bar in the world, and he could have made a fortune
as a salesman. Anyway, he starts asking them certain set questions, and depending on their
answer to the first question, he either drops it or goes on to the second question. Pretty soon,
he's zeroed in on those who really get excited by the idea of having sex with a hot young guy.
You'd be surprised the number of married straight guys who jump at the chance to try something
they never had the guts to do on their own. Anyway, once Arnie's got them hooked, all the way
to the camper he's priming the pump, telling the guy how much I love sucking cock, or what a
tight little ass I've got and how I love to have a ‘real man'—that always gets 'em—sink his cock
into my hot, wet hole. The camper's set up with hidden cameras, and Arnie gets pictures of me
with the guy."
     "He blackmails them?" I asked, really shocked.
     Gene grinned. "Well, not exactly…not always. It depends on the guy. If he's a real prick
and he's married, Arnie offers to sell them the pictures…sort of a keepsake. Nobody's twisting
their arms to cheat on their wives—that's their option. I don't think he does it because he wants
or needs the money. But mostly he takes them for a guy he knows."
     "A guy he knows?" I asked, puzzled.
     "Yeah," Gene said. "Some really rich guy who only gets off on watching other guys do it."
     "You ever meet him?" I asked.
     "No. Arnie was just on his way back from his last visit there when he picked me up. But I
know Arnie mails him off photos and movies all the time."
     "Uh-huh," I said. "And why do you go along with all this?"
     He grinned again. "Mostly because, in case you hadn't noticed, I like sex. A lot."
     "So I'm just another cock," I said.
     His grin vanished and he looked surprised. He reached across the table and took my hand.
"No! Don't ever think that! You're…you're…oh, God, you're so much more than that! These
other guys…they're just bodies and cocks and assholes! They're just a really fun game. But
you, you're…you're real! I know that sounds stupid. We don't even know each other yet.
But I want us to know each other. I want us to…oh, hell, I don't know. Do you understand what
I'm saying?"
     My eyes locked on his, and I saw his soul reflected there. "Yes, I know what you're saying."
     We both deliberately looked away from each other and drank our coffee, neither one of us
saying anything more. Mary Lou was still in the kitchen when we got up to leave. I started to
reach for my wallet, but Gene took out a $5 from his shirt pocket and laid it on the table.
     "That's an awful big tip," I said, and he grabbed me by the arm and guided me toward the
door.
     "The only big tip I'm concerned with right now is the one at the end of your dick," he said.
     "See 'ya, Mary Lou," I called over my shoulder as we left the diner.

To be continued...

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