TRUCK STOP
by p_grazy

	As Aaron steered the jostling semi down I-10, he was feeling cranky. 
	34 years old, Aaron wore a red T-shirt that contoured his bodybuilder's 
bulk.  The shirt was well-worn and a few small tears gave one the impression 
that his musculature was ripping out through the fabric. From his short sleeves 
burst melon-sized balls of biceps that swelled beautifully and writhed with a 
vein when he reached down and shifted a gear. His thick meaty chest stretched 
out the shirt expansively, widening some faded logo on the breast, the trace of 
his delectable nipples detectable beneath the cloth. His gray sweatpants did 
what they could to conceal his physique, but it was futile, the cloth packaging 
the pounds of quad muscle that compressed out as he sat in the cab. His rounded 
deltoids flowed into an steep incline of traps that terminated into his menacing 
bull neck. He wore a neatly-trimmed beard, his dark and intense eyes brimmed by 
an old baseball cap.
	Aaron was simmering, still as deeply irritated as when he first left the 
depot. Neil was supposed to take this load, but had called in sick...again. 
Aaron only wanted to do these all-night runs once a week, not three times. They 
interfered with what was most important to him: fucking and bodybuilding. As he 
sat in the Freightliner cab, Aaron's eyes glazed as his fantasies alternated 
between curling a loaded steel barbell and feeling his biceps peak and burn, and 
pushing his cock through a pair of soft, downy ass-cheeks. He felt his cock 
begin to blossom in his sweaty crotch, grow rigid and pitch his sweatpants. 
	"Fuck." Aaron growled, his shoulders tensing. Now he was horny as hell, 
the semen in his balls simmering dangerously and demanding a release of 
pressure, but with no relief in sight. 
	His hard-on persisted for 12 miles. Aaron was ready to pull the truck off 
to the shoulder, hop into the bunk compartment and jerk-off to the photo 
collection he kept stored in a small lockbox. These photos were "souvenirs" from 
past runs, some very memorable trips indeed, taken with an old Polaroid, as he 
could never entrust having such images developed by some store clerk. 
	Then, luck struck.  Aaron spotted the kid, standing hunched and lonely, 
his thumb extended about 100 yards up the shoulder. The kid expected another 
rejection towards his hitchhiking efforts when he heard the air brakes scream 
and the threads grind the asphalt. A look of delight brightened his face. He 
dashed up the fender and peeked in. The first thing that registered in his mind 
was the extreme musculature of the driver. It always gave people pause. 
	"Where you headed?" Aaron asked gruffly.
	"Boulder....?" the kid asked hopefully.
	"Hop in. I'm headed towards Denver. No problem."
	It was a complete lie, but it made the kid happy as he clambered in, 
profusely thanking Aaron. 
	"Jesse." he said as extended his hand and felt Aaron's firm grip encase 
his fingers. Jesse immediately sensed the restrained power in the man's grip, 
knew it could crush his hand like an empty beer can.
	Jesse stared out at the road ahead, almost panting with excitement, elated 
that his situation had suddenly taken a turn for the better.
	"You don't know how long I've been out there!" he said shaking his head. 
	Jesse began to ramble about his long voyage from Galveston. Aaron kept 
turning and looking at Jesse, which gave the kid the false impression that the 
big trucker was absorbed in the conversation. Aaron inspected the kid lustfully. 
He couldn't have been more than 22 years old, black shoulder length hair, bony 
frame beneath his light jacket. Most people who hitchhiked had "issues" and 
Aaron assessed that young Jesse had lost his way to drugs. He watched Jesse's 
mouth move, but wasn't listening to the words it projected, only imagined those 
wet lips enveloping his dick and sucking it with total devotion. Soon enough, 
this led to more violent fantasoes, as was always the case with Aaron. One image 
stuck in his mind: of gripping the bottom of Jesse's jaw and squeezing and 
squeezing and squeezing, his fingertips sinking into the soft cheek. Aaron would 
apply an brutal burst of power, the muscles in his arms swelling and his face 
grimacing with effort, as he'd feel the jawbone surrender and crack in his palm 
like a walnut. 
	He knew he could do it. He had immense strength. His gym routine was 
designed primarily around strength-training rather than aesthetics. He was 
always intensely proud of his lifts and other gym goers always watched in awe as 
he worked the squat rack. But it was never enough, he was always driven to 
become even stronger. Power was nothing without focused application though.  
He'd taken up boxing at 16, soon enough could make a punching bag cry, and years 
later had shattered a man's skull with a single blow. When he'd worked 
construction sites, he was the only one who could haul a two-piece bundle of 14' 
sheetrock by himself. As he watched Jesse blather on, his lips curled slightly 
at the knowledge of how easily, how simply he could snap this kid in half. 	
	Aaron imagined he'd pull the truck over and then immediately launch 
himself into Jesse, his muscle-laden body slamming the him painfully against the 
door. His large hands would wrap around Jesse' s delicate little neck and his 
fingers would drive straight in, his thumbs relentlessly collapsing the trachea 
while his fingertips compressed and dislodged the vertebrae in his neck.  Jesse 
would squeal and rasp in bug-eyed horror, his throat sealing up and his lungs 
screaming for oxygen. His hands would try to push Aaron away, but it was a 
useless, almost comic, as his palms slapped and punched the man's hard chest. In 
desperation he'd try clawing at Aaron's eyes. Aaron would then slam his forehead 
into the bridge of Jesse's nose and demolish the structure, completely stunning 
the kid. The air would dash with a sprinkle of blood and Aaron would taste a 
salty drop on his lips. Aaron gritted his teeth and growled savagely as he 
squeezed as hard as he could. Jesse squawked like a dying chicken as his 
vertebrae swiftly parted with a snap. The cab suddenly went quiet and Jesse's 
arms immediately ceased fighting and dropped, his right arm hanging slack off 
the seat. His eyes were wide-open but gradually glazing, wired to brain that had 
flickered out and could see no more. If he could see however, Jesse would 
observe the bodybuilder tug his shirt up and begin to fondle his pale lifeless 
body, see Aaron adoringly lick and suck his dainty nipples, kiss his belly, then 
pop open the belt, unzip his jeans, pull the limp, dead dick from his white 
briefs and caress it wetly with his tongue.  Jesse's head askew on his snapped 
neck, he'd speechlessly observe Aaron produce his own incredible cock from 
within his sweatpants and jerk off furiously, unloading his semen onto the boy's 
torso. If Jesse had any sensation left, he'd feel the warm cum pooling on his 
sunken and cooling chest.
	"....so I thought I was completely fucked, but then you came along..." 
	Jesse was still blabbering about his misfortunes. He'd become increasingly 
uneased though.  The truck driver's eyes were watching him with an eerie 
detachment, his eyes shifting down repeatedly to Jesse's crotch. Jesse was gay, 
and although he found Aaron appealing in his sweaty, blue-collar muscleman way, 
he wasn't his "type" and felt nervous about the strategic advantage Aaron had 
over him. He suddenly became silent and stared quietly ahead.
	Aaron looked ahead pensively for a moment, then spoke.
	"Look, Jesse. Sounds like you've had a hard time. I think I may be able to 
help you out with a little cash..."
	"A thousand." Jesse said immediately, his voice rigid and eyes still 
locked on the road ahead.
	Aaron sneered with disgust.
	"A thousand." he repeated incredulously, "Fuck you. You get $400 and I get 
to ass-fuck you. It ain't negotiable. You need the money and I'll drop your 
stupid ass right here otherwise."
	"$800." Jesse blurted.
	"What did I just say? Is all that meth rotting your brain? $400."
	"Fine." Jesse said like a sullen child. "Whatever. Let  me see it."
	Aaron provided Jesse the proof he needed, displaying the green contents of 
his wallet. They drove on silently for another 20 miles and as dusk overtook the 
sky Aaron pulled into a truck stop some distance shy of El Paso.
	"Get in the back." Aaron nodded behind him. 
	Jesse climbed into the bunk compartment and the big guy followed him. 
Aaron closed the curtain and switched on a small lamp. The space was tight and 
cramped, especially for two average people, let alone someone of Aaron's size. 
Jesse shimmied onto the bunk and Aaron's bulk kneeled over him, the bedsprings 
creaking. 
	Jesse felt his dick perk up as he watched Aaron yank off his baseball cap 
and begin to pry his shirt off, the lip of it snagging momentarily on his hair-
coated and protuberant cleavage, his pecs decorated with a pair of lovely and 
succulent nipples. The shirt came over Aaron's head, he squeezed it into a tight 
bundle, his biceps balling, and tossed it to the floor. Jesse's cock was now 
hard and twitching. With Aaron's hairy chest hovering a foot above him, the 
man's sweaty and masculine scent was overpowering. He brought his hands up and 
slid his fingers up the solid, bumpy ridges of Aaron's abdomen, his fingers 
sifting through the sparse black fur that coated them, both his palms finally 
cupping over each of the man's pecs and giving the muscles a long, passionate 
and repeated squeezes. Aaron smirked. He curled his right arm forward and flexed 
his bicep inches away from Jesse's face. The kid inspected it with stunned 
fascination, his fingers gingerly kneading and gently pinching the solid density 
of the muscle.  Then he shyly bent forward and his lips enveloped the sculptured 
head. His eye's darted up at Aaron, like a slave seeking approval, as his lips 
lovingly sucked on the hard peak. The sound of the warm saliva gushing within 
his mouth, of his lips going "smack" each time they parted from the muscle, of 
his steadied breathing, was making Aaron incredibly hard. The bodybuilder bent 
down, his large bulk encompassing Jesse's slimmer frame. His lips and his left 
hand began to worship the part of Jesse's anatomy that he adored the most, the 
neck. Aaron had always had a fetish about necks.  He kissed Jesse gently along 
his throat and the kid felt the big guy's breath exhale with forceful hotness 
from his nostrils and gust under his jaw line. He felt the bunk jostle as Aaron 
snaked out of his sweatpants. 
	Jesse's fingers begin to unbuckle his own belt and unzipper his jeans. 
Then something caught his eye. On the floor was a small open lockbox, a pile of 
Polaroid photos within. While Aaron was distracted with obsessively worshiping 
and kissing his neck, Jesse pulled a handful of photos up and into the light.
	The first shot was of a black guy in his underwear splayed on the very 
same bunk. His eyes were rolled up, his left cheek swollen immensely and a patch 
of dried, dark blood beneath his nose. A caption in black Sharpie marker below 
read.
	MARCUS. 4/11/02  ORAL. BROKE NECK.
	Jesse flipped to the next.
	GREG.  7/6/05.  WOULDN'T FUCK.  STANGLED. J/O.
	Next:
	NO NAME. 11/23/06  FUCKED TO DEATH? HAHA.
	A look of dread overcame Jesse's face. He looked ahead and saw Aaron's 
thick, monster cock between his massive legs, pointed towards him as if seeking 
it's target. Jesse's hand opened and the photos fluttered to the floor. Aaron 
ceased kissing Jesse and leaned his face into the boy, a sly smile upon his 
lips. He'd known Jesse had found the photos for well over a minute.
	"Shit, boy. I had those all in order." He said, shaking his head.
	In a flash, Jesse reached down, grabbed the lid of the lockbox and swung 
it up, slamming it into Aaron's forehead.
	"ARH!!" Aaron growled.
	Like a rabbit Jesse leapt from the bunk, through the curtains and into the 
cab.
	"FUCK!!!" Aaron yelled, holding his head were Jesse had struck him. He 
heard the door swing open. The big guy leapt from the bunk after him.
	The scene was absurd: a naked, hairy, over-sized bodybuilder with a raging 
hard-on chasing a screaming kid between parked trailers, his bare feet slapping 
against the pavement.  Aaron was driven by a surge of adrenaline and the 
knowledge that Jesse had seen too much. The little fucker had enough information 
for the police to link Aaron to at least 14 unsolved homicides in the Southwest, 
his DNA smeared all over their young bodies. He had no choice. He had to capture 
Jesse no matter the risk. Jesse wasn't getting far, shuffling clumsily with his 
jeans still half down to his ankles. He was shrieking for help, but his pleas 
were masked by the diesel racket of the many trucks'  engines. Aaron quickly 
gained on him, his pecs bouncing as he bounded after Jesse, and once within 
reach he swiftly fired a staggering right hook into the back of Jesse's skull. 
The kid's legs buckled but Aaron's beefy arms promptly ensnared his head before 
he could fall to the ground. Trapped within a merciless chokehold, Jesse's body 
writhed and struggled, his arms feebly trying to reach behind him. The thick 
forearm pressed unstoppably into his carotid artery. It didn't take long. 
Jesse's face quickly relaxed, his eyes went dim and he slipped into sleep, his 
arms falling to his sides and swaying. Aaron relaxed his grip and looked around 
him. It was late, the bulk of the trailers had shielded the scene from view and 
the lot was deserted, the other drivers either getting high in their own bunks 
or a few hundred yards away in the diner. He looked down at Jesse. The kid 
looked so pitiful, like a young gazelle in the death grip of a tiger, dangling 
limply from the big guy's headlock, his feet nearly off the asphalt. Aaron 
considered cutting his losses and breaking the neck right here and now, but his 
dick was in control now and it demanded some playtime with this fresh fucktoy. 
He easily flipped the unresisting Jesse around, hoisted him over his shoulder 
and sauntered back to the truck. Once inside, he lifted the unconscious body 
over the seat, his biceps exploding as he did so, and flung him into the bunk 
compartment. Aaron's muscled backside and beautiful ass followed him inside. 
	After he shut the curtains, Aaron immediately swung around and slammed his 
fist deep into Jesse's belly.
	Jesse's eyes flung open and his torso sprung up like a jack-in-the box, an 
"OOWWW!!" forced from his cavernous mouth. Aaron began to swing both fists 
straight down into the bunk, each blow colliding with Jesse's spasming body with 
a meaty slap. Aaron swung his arm in a flashing arch and his knuckles fractured 
Jesse's eye socket. The next blow dislodged teeth from gums and sent them 
cascading down Jesse's throat with a gush of blood. The kid was propelled back 
against the wall, gagging and spitting. Aaron immediately used both hands to 
seize Jesse’s left arm, his big palms securely gripping the thin limb and with 
an almost effortless application of power driven by pure fury, he bent the arm 
until it snapped crisply.  Jesse SCREAMED and his legs gave a violent kick.
		"Don't you EVER fucking try something like that again!!" Aaron 
roared.
		Aaron was panting now, his bulk looming over the weeping kid who 
clutched at his broken arm. The big guy was now absently stroking his own dick, 
his thumb brushing against the thick head. Goddamn, was his cock hungry. He 
reached down, grabbed Jesse's shoulders roughly and flipped him over.  His 
fingers hooked into Jesse's waistline and he brusquely yanked his jeans and 
underwear down the smooth hips, revealing the two soft bulbs of Jesse's ass. The 
bodybuilder gave one cheek a hearty, resounding slap with his palm, watched the 
ass jiggle and then swung his muscle-heavy leg over the bunk and straddled the 
boy. His palms spread apart the cheeks and the pink head of his oversized dick 
tapped the rim of Jesse's fleshy anus. He pivoted his hips, the hard curves of 
his ass tensing, and drove his cock in.
	"AW!" Jesse cried.
	Aaron smirked and chuckled. "First time, eh?"
	Sweat began to gather on Aaron's forehead and his breathing developed  
into a series of short, excited grunts,  as his hips began to pump with 
increasing vigor, sliding his dick deeper and faster into the warm, snug hole. 
He laid on top of Jesse, pounds of solid muscle pinning the boy, his sweaty, 
hairy pecs pressing heavily into the backside, his tree-trunk legs intertwining 
with the kid's skinny ones. Jesse could feel the man above him like an immense, 
crushing stone. Aaron was losing himself in sexual abandon, his mouth began to 
sloppily slather and kiss Jesse's shoulders and neck. He brought his hands out 
and snaked them between Jesse's chest and the bunk mattress. Jesse felt the 
man's two hands lock together beneath his chest, then with a sense of horror, he 
felt Aaron begin to constrict and compress his ribcage, the forearms slowly 
driving the fragile bones inwards.
	Jesse sputtered.” No, no, no. I..." 	
	A rib surrendered with a sharp snap and Jesse nearly lost consciousness.
	"Um. Yes. Yes." Moaned Aaron, his face still buried in Jesse's backside, 
his mouth lavishing saliva upon the skin as if greedily devouring some meal. 
Aaron's face tensed as he shifted his arms down an inch, located fresh bones to 
break and amplified his efforts, channeling more strength into his arms and 
coiling them around his prey harder. "Come on...come on...gimme one more."
	He felt Jesse's chest slowly sink against his forearms and he was quickly 
rewarded with the clean snap of another defeated rib and the swift puh-puh-puh-
pop of another three busting free of the sternum. Jesse's head was arched up, 
his eyes half open as he resisted the darkness of unconsciousness, the pain 
nearly short-circuiting his brain, blood delivered from a punctured lung 
dribbling over his lips . 
	Aaron's dick was moistened with sweat and a bright, red smear of Jesse's 
blood, driving into the hole with extreme fervor like a piston. His orgasm was 
beginning to mount; an incredible, frenzied electrical charge building in the 
tender underbelly of his dick. His balls were pressurized with a bubbling hot 
load of jism, set to fire like an archer's bowstring at full tension. Aaron 
pulled his hands from under Jesse and his palms groped until they located and 
gripped a clump of the the kid's hair. As his pelvis slapped against Jesse's 
asscheeks at an increasingly furious pace, his arms hardened with muscular 
definition as he began to slowly pull Jesse's skull backwards. Slowly, slowly. 
He felt the neck arch and reach it's zenith of flexibility, and he intensified 
his efforts against the resisting bone and connective tissue. 
	"Uh...uh...uh...UH!" Aaron began to groan with increasing volume as he 
heard the spine begin to slowly submit and crackle.
	ccrrr....crrrr...crick...crick...crrrr...
	Jesse let out a long and agonized scream.
	CRACK!!!
	"Ummphhfff!" Aaron grunted as he felt the head of his dick explode. His 
balls surged pints of thick semen into the anal cavity, and he felt all tension 
evaporate from Jesse's muscles as stillness overtook the once once squirming 
body.  Aaron's brain was overwhelmed by a narcotic rush of near delirium-
inducing infusion of ecstatic pleasure. Deeply submerged in his own orgasm, his 
left hand was still clutching Jesse's hair and roughly tugging on the skull. 
Jesse's mouth was agape and the whites of his eyes were visible, his pupils 
starred at his own dead brain. His neck now arched backward at a ludicrous 
angle, his adam's apple jutting out prominently from his throat. Aaron released 
his grip and the kid's face flopped forward into the bunk pillow.
	Aaron laid atop Jesse for some while, his dick still firmly planted inside 
and twitching out its last spasms of cum. He could've fallen asleep right then 
and there, Jesse the dead fucktoy as his pillow. He felt the boy's body begin to 
cool and he decided it was time to hit the road again. He slid his dick out and 
wiped his softened cock against Jesse's smooth backside, leaving a patch of skin 
smeared with the last contributions of his balls.
	Aaron pulled his underwear and sweats back on, then tossed Jesse over, 
propped him upright against the wall and pulled the camera from beneath the 
bunk. He examined his subject disapprovingly for a moment, then reached forward 
and smacked Jesse's face. Jesse's head flopped sideways, ear onto his shoulder, 
the neck now clearly snapped in two. Aaron liked the method of execution to be 
evident in his photos. Then he plucked the promised $400 from his wallet, though 
better off it, pulled out another $600 and stuffed Jesse's full desired amount 
into his open mouth. He'd earned it. 
	Aaron held up the camera.
	Click!