From Cursed to Cursed Free

TRAVIS & THE TRUCKER WHIPP LIVINGSTON AUG 2016

Driving down the road in his Semi-Eighteen wheeler, Joseph Cutler was listening to the music softly playing on the radio. Ironically, the country singing group Alabama was singing Roll On Eighteen Wheeler, one of Joe's all time favorites.

Being a long time trucker and constantly on the road twenty-four seven, Joe never wanted anything more. He loved the single life and at the age of forty-eight, Joe knew his life was pretty much settled. He was a happy-go-lucky man. He was a big, strong, muscular black man. He stood six feet five inches tall and was a mass of thick muscles. To his close friends he became known as Big Joe. He was bald, had brown eyes and a trimmed well groomed beard.

It was nighttime and Big Joe had been driving for more than a day non stop. He had long pulled over to get some much needed rest and relaxation. Pulling the semi to the furthest part of a deserted rest area, pulling behind a group of trees. Tired, he crawled into the bunker behind a curtain and stretched out his tired, stiff limbs. Lying there, hoping sleep would come, his mind drifted back ten years to the beginning of his trucking career and he grew solemn, remembering a time when his career took an unsettling turn of events.

Big Joe had been working at Warren Trucking and Freight for a little over three years when the company was taken over by a rueful, arrogant prick of a man. His former boss and owner of the company; Edward Warren had made a sudden departure from the company he had operated for twenty-five years and was never heard from again. Having up and left without so much as a good-bye or why he was leaving had the people of the company wondering what had happened to make such a wealthy, mid-forties man such as Edward Warren to up and disappear without so much of a trace.

The following day Big Joe met Vladimir Dicopoulos, the new owner and operator. Almost immediately the name Warren Trucking was changed to Dicopoulos Freight & Trucking. Not a single soul in the company knew anything about Vladimir. Only that he had been there for a mere two weeks before Edward disappeared. It didn't take long to find out that Vladimir was a man of power and money, from which he was born into, which made him a cold and heartless son of a bitch with no remorse.

Throughout the entire transition, Vladimir noticed one man who kept his nose to the grindstone and worked harder than any other employee. That man was Joe Cutler. He observed Big Joe from afar, keeping his distance and was amazed at the extent of work Big Joe undertook for himself.

Big Joe put long hard hours into his work as a trucker and a freighter. He'd work long hours into the night and then he'd be gone days on end, hauling and lifting large crates into the back of his long trailer from one company to another. To Joe, hard work was what made him the happiest. He always had to be doing something to keep himself busy. Then after some time passed, Vladimir took the initiative and introduced himself to Big Joe.

Big Joe remembered the very first time he met Vladimir. Even though the man was kind to Joe, there was something intriguing about the man who was now Joe's boss. Joe knew there was something strange about the man but he couldn't quite put a finger on it, causing a string of tension to go along with it.

Joe knew it was better to keep his distance but also wanted to know what the man was hiding and to find out why Edward had suddenly disappeared and knew Vladimir had something to do with it. As Joe was digging into Vladimir's life and past, he worked as quietly and diligently as possible. Little did Joe know was that Vladimir was on to him about the same time Joe uncovered something incriminating about him and knew he had to take Joe out of the equation before it was too late. In doing so, Vladimir invited Big Joe to his home for a business dinner. Joe took this as a great advantage so he could find out everything he could about Vladimir Dicopoulos.

When Big Joe arrived, Vladimir led him into the dining room. Joe was caught by surprise of Vladimir's home. He never seen anything so large or so extravagant. It was a mansion with seventeen rooms and situated in the midst of a two hundred acre land of nothing but forest and was very private to the public, which made Big Joe a bit unsettled.

Dinner was just the two of them over candle light and a roaring fire in the fireplace. It was quite the romantic setting, which highly disturbed Big Joe as he was curious as to why Vladimir had invited him for dinner and the fact of why all the lights were dimmed. Vladimir's response was that too much light was bad for his health.

"So what is this dinner exactly about, Vlad?" Joe inquired in his deep baritone voice.

"To congratulate you," Vladimir said with a pleasant smile.

"For what?" asked a skeptic Joe.

"For a job well done and a new position in the company. You're now a supervisor, taking over the role which Edward hastily declined." Vladimir lifted his glass of vintage wine for a toast. Big Joe played along as they clinked their glasses together and then taking a huge gulp.

"Well that's quite generous of you, Vlad. But it is not for me," said Joe, finishing off his glass of wine.

"I'd thought you would say that," Vladimir spoke quickly, filling Joe's wine glass a second time. "But at least listen to what I have to say. Please, Big Joe."

"All right, Vlad," Joe took a big collective sigh. "Go ahead." Then took another gulp of wine.

After listening thirty minutes about the company he already knew so much about, Joe had downed three more glasses of wine. Then Vladimir finished with; "Well, after studying each and every employee's work status, you are the likely candidate for the job. You're a fast, good worker and you get more work done quicker than any other. Which is why I want you for the position."

"I doubt I will be filling the position anyway. But at least allow me some time to think it over. Would you Vlad?" Joe asked politely.

"Sure thing, Joe," Vladimir smiled. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

They rose from the dinner table and immediately Big Joe felt light-headed and a bit queezy. He felt like he was about to pass out.

"Whew! Guess I had a little more to drink than I thought," Big Joe said, noticing his speech began to slur. He went to move and stumbled over his own two feet. Vladimir was at his side in an instant.

"Come," Vladimir said with a slight grin and gently taking him by his arm. "Allow me to help you lie down where it's more comfortable."

"That sounds like a good idea," Joe said, his voice still a bit slurred. "I didn't think I drank that much to make me drunk."

"It's okay Big Joe," Vladimir whispered softly. "I'll take good care of you," he said with a devious evil grin.

Vladimir couldn't had been more pleased with himself as Big Joe became incoherent. He had plied an unsuspecting Joe with enough liquor and roofies to knock out an elephant. Then he literally carried Joe, cradling him in his arms as he carried him to his bedroom where he proceeded to undress him.

"Wha . . . wha . . . what are you doing." Big Joe says as Vladimir was beginning to undress him. His words were incoherant and his head was spinning nonstop, his vision was impaired and he was unable to move.

"Hush, big boy," Vladimir snickered. "I'm gonna make you feel even better here in a moment."

While Joe was in and out of consciousness, Vladimir slid his already stiff, hard and massive white cock into Joe's black ass and aggressively raped Joe repeatedly. He moved fast and tenaciously, thrusting hard into Joe with all his might, sinking deeper each time. After about twenty minutes of hard ass fucking, Vladimir released a massive load of white spunk deep into Joe's gut.

The rape went on far into the evening and into the night. Vladimir could not get enough of Joe as he fucked his black ass hard and recklessly, filling him up with massive loads of his white sticky spunk more than several times.

Then Vladimir lunged forward, sinking his fangs into Joe's neck.

The next morning, Big Joe awoke, finding himself stretched out on the bed. He was without a stitch of clothing on, his ass was sore, and he felt violated. Realizing what Vladimir had done to him had enraged him. He slowly rose from the bed and picked his clothes up off the floor and proceeded to dress. Joe was dressed and tying his shoes when Vladimir came strutting through the bedroom, wearing only a black satin open robe and carrying a breakfast tray.

"Good morning my love," Vladimir said happily and most pleased.

"What's so fucking good about it?" Big Joe barked. " And I'm not your love. You make me fucking sick. You fucking raped me you son of a bitch."

"You can't rape the willing, Joseph," Vladimir snickered. "You couldn't keep your hands off me last night. Oh and it was incredible. You kept begging for more. I say after about five or six hours we calmed down for a bit and then went at it again for several more hours. I must say, you have an incredible ass. Fucking you was the highlight of my evening and the rest of the night. Oh and I might add, you had me cumming inside you like buckets. It felt so good, I couldn't stop."

Anger filled Joe to overflowing and he lunged at Vladimir with all his might. They fought vehemently, destroying anything and everything in their path as they fought; breaking furniture, glass. Whatever was in the way until Vladimir subdued Big Joe into a chair and swiftly tied him down.

"Why? Why, Vlad?" Big Joe growled, demanding to know.

"Because I can," Vladimir sneered. This time his jaw was set and his teeth were in sight, bearing his bloodstained fangs.

"What the fuck?" Big Joe yelled in an unimaginable, unbelievable stare. He could not fathom the fact that Vladimir was a vampire.

"I have all the power over you now, Joseph." said a deceitful and proud Vladimir. "I can do whatever the fuck I want with you. I will fuck you whenever I want and where ever I want. You're a part of me now, you're my progeny."

"Oh fuck, I think I'm gonna be sick," Big Joe's black as ebony face went pale as he became nauseated.

He knew what Vladimir meant when he said he was a part of him now. The anger he felt just pushed that sick feeling away from him. He wasn't going to let Vladimir get away with what he had done.

"You will never fucking have me." Big Joe cursed at him. "I will never fucking be like you. And you will never fucking control me."

"Oh come now, Joseph," Vlad grinned deviously, bearing those bloodstained fangs once more. "I've already had you. More than several times I might add. Right there on that bed," Vladimir said, pointing to it. " I took great pleasure in raping your ass and filling you with my seed each time. Hmmm, how many times was that now," Vladimir scratched his temple in thought. "Oh yes, that's right. Too many to count. So you see, Joe, you are a part of me, just like poor Edward was."

Vladimir paced the bedroom floor, never taking his eyes from Joe as he spoke of Edward Warren, the former owner of the trucking and freight.

"Ah, yes. Poor Edward. Taking his cherry ass, just like I did with you brought incredible joy for me. You see I had to seduce him into my bed. Just like I did you. And like us, ohhhh, we fucked for hours. I had him begging and screaming for more. At least that's how it was before I killed him. You see, Joe, it's how I got the business. I had to eliminate the problem in order to maintain the business that I should have had all along. And then you had to go snooping around, and, uh, well, now you are here. And now your life is in my hands."

"You're a sick bastard," Big Joe seethed with anger.

"Noooo," Vladimir said slowly, sneering the entire time. "Just cursed, like you are now. You're a vampire now. And part of that curse you will never find a love that is so true and fair like you and I will have. That is the curse you shall bear. We have all eternity to build on that, Joe." Vlad commanded of him. "We will be together forever."

"Never!" Big Joe yelled loudly, with a deep growl. With all his might, he was able to free himself from the chair he was tied down to and he lunged for Vladimir. They fought again. Big Joe acted quickly, reaching for a broken piece of wood from the chair he broke, shoving it hard into Vladimir's heart.

Vladimir left out a piercing scream. Then in barely a whisper he murmured. "You will always be a part of me."

Then Big Joe shoved the piece of wood further into his heart, making sure Vladimir was dead for good. Then Vladimir's body went limp and instantly turned to ash.

As Joe's mind cleared of the events past, he had a need to feed. Even after those ten years past the desire for blood sickened him but he knew it was a must for him in order to stay alive. He found that the richest and tastiest blood came from those of muscle bound men. The bigger the man, the more satisfied he became. The men he was feeding from he would find tiny pricks in there skin that came from tiny needles. It didn't take long for Joe to realize was that the men were pumping their bodies full of steroid injections for quicker, fuller, better results. It was the steroids that kept his heart beating and alive.

In fact, one time Joe had found a shitload of syringes and tiny tubes of liquid steroids in one of the men's gym bag. It wasn't the fact that Joe needed to be any bigger than he already was. It was the thrill of how it made his body feel and how it kept the blood and his heart pumping inside him. The blood was not only keeping him alive it was also making him stronger and more life sustaining.

His rig was parked behind a group of trees behind a building which just so happened to be a gym. It was nearing closing time and there was barely anyone around, which was perfect for him. He had been lurking in the shadows of the trees for over an hour. He had fed twice since being there but still had not been satiated enough. The thirst for fresh blood was agonizing for him and he cursed Vladimir every time he had the urge to feed.

He had a clear view of the side of the building where most exited from. He watched as some had come and gone, preferring the biggest of any man. His eyes grew wide when he saw the biggest guy he had ever saw emerge from the side of the building. He knew the man was taller than he and he stood at six foot, seven inches and was a lot broader and thicker. Perfect, he thought. Joe grew anxious as the man was walking towards him, well actually towards the Jeep Wrangler that was parked just merely several steps away from him.

When the man was finally close enough to his Jeep, Joe quickly and quietly emerged from the shadows of the trees. He lunged for the man, hitting him over the head, knocking him out cold as he watched the man fall to the ground. Joe then drug him to the other side of the vehicle and out of sight, turning him over onto his back.

His eyes met the unconscious man's face. The man was incredibly attractive but it did nothing for Joe's sexual desire as he was not sexually attracted to the man or any other man for that matter. It was there blood he wanted from them and nothing else. He lowered himself down onto the man. Then he drew his fangs and sank his teeth into the man's supple neck.

A slight moan issued from the man as he came to. The man felt a heaviness over him that kept him subdued, causing him to embrace Big Joe in a tight exotic hold, not realizing his fate as Joe drew deeper into his neck and drawing every ounce of blood from his body.

Big Joe could feel his own body taking on a different size as he took his time draining the man of his life's force. The stronger and bigger Joe was becoming, the weaker and thinner the man beneath him was becoming. It took Joe more than a few minutes until there was nothing more to take and the man went limp in his arms and had depleted the stranger to nothingness.

Joe arose from the lifeless body. He felt refreshed and anew, feeling stronger than ever now. His clothes which were once loose on him had become incredibly tight on him and was tearing at the seams. He look down to see that his pant legs rose more than several inches from his ankles. He scanned his body, beaming with pride as he ran his fingers over his black taut skin, feeling the thickness and hardness of his powerful and strong body.

Then he picked the lifeless body up and threw it over his shoulder like it was nothing and carried it off into the darkness. He approached his semi which was not far from where he was, threw open the double doors, tossing the body inside on top of two others from earlier that evening. All three were steroid crazed men from the gym.

"Hey! What the hell you think you're doing?" came a voice nearby.

Big Joe whipped his head to see a young Latino man passing by for a late evening stroll. He stood about five foot five inches tall and had a swimmers build. To Joe the young man was just a smart-ass boy looking for trouble and was even dressed like a member of a street gang from the hood, with baggy pants barely hanging on to his waist and a baseball cap on backwards.

"Go home child, there's nothing here for you," came Joe's deep baritone voice.

"Child? Who the fuck you calling a child?" It was apparent the young man was looking for a fight. "Man, I'm twenty-five years old. I can kick your ass right here, right now."

"Young man, you do not want to mess with me," Joe commanded as he closed both doors to the trailer.

"What'chu gonna do old man? Man, I can get my gang here and rip you to fucking pieces if you don't tell me what the fuck you got in that trailer. What'chu got in there anyway? Pumpers? Roids? Stackers?" The young man said, referring to steroids he was looking to getting for himself.

Big Joe grinned deviously. "Go ahead, open the doors and check it out."

The young man opened one door, and then the other. His eyes grew like saucers seeing three dead men. "What the fuuu--?"

The young man barely finished what he was going to say when Big Joe quickly grabbed him from behind, covering his mouth with his hand and lunged for his neck, sinking his already blood stained teeth into the young man's neck. The young man left out a muffled cry then immediately went limp in Joe's arms as he depleted him to nothing.

"Ain't nothing like having a little dessert after having such a big meal," Joe says aloud, grinning from ear to ear. Three big meals to be exact.

He tossed the young man's body inside along with the others, then closed the doors tightly and locked them. Big Joe took a collective sigh, smiling happily and contentedly. He accomplished more on this night than any other night and was satiated to the fullest extent possible. He climbed up into the semi and placed himself in the drivers seat of his eighteen wheeler and drove off into the night with a full belly and a smile on his face.

Chapter 2

Travis Crawford had been driving for hours as darkness surrounded his vehicle while the only shred of light came from his headlights. He was taking the back roads, avoiding as much traffic as he could, especially the expressway. He hated traffic just as much as anyone else. And when it came to the expressway. There was no possible way getting around it.

It was a Friday night. Travis was heading home after a week being in San Diego for almost a month. He had been on an extended vacation. He had been on the road all week and it was going to take another two weeks home. He decided to take his time and enjoy the sites on the way. He was traveling north from San Diego to Seattle where he lived. He knew he was quite a ways from home but visiting friends and seeing the sites was worth the travel. The drive down and back was adventurous and thrilling he thought.

It was late and it was dark. A light rain was falling, causing a chill in the late summer night air. He didn't realize he was driving at a high rate of speed until he noticed the speedometer. By the time his foot was preparing to press the brake, a deer jumped out of nowhere. Travis slammed on the brakes, pushing the pedal to the floor, causing the jeep to do a complete one-eighty and went head first right into a large oak. He had barely missed the deer as it ran off into the night in a nearby field.

Travis was very fortunate to be alive with only a few bumps and scrapes. But, he couldn't say too much about his jeep when it began to smoke and sparks were flying. Immediately, he smelled gas and he unclipped the seat belt and leapt from the jeep, running as fast as his legs could move. He looked back only once, just to watch the jeep explode and go up in flames. Nearly escaping death, Travis pulled his coat tighter to him and pulled his hood up over his head.

"Well, so much for that," Travis mumbled under his breath. "Damn fucking deer." he grumbled. "Now what the hell am I gonna do?"

He reached inside his jacket pocket for his cell phone, noticing it wasn't there. He searched all his pockets until he realized where his phone was. He had left his cell-phone in the console between the seats of the jeep.

"Double fuck!" he shouts.

With no car, and now no phone, Travis had no choice but to start walking the highway in the cold, wet night. Rain continued to drop lightly to where soon, Travis was getting chilled to the bone and he was hoping someone would come along soon for him to hitch a ride.

He had walked about five miles when in the distance he heard a noise. He looked to see where it was coming from when he noticed headlights coming towards him from a distance. His bright neon orange jacket was clearly noticeable to the driver when he heard gears grinding and a semi eighteen wheeler coming into view and came to an abrupt stop along side the road.

The driver's side window was lowered and through it came a deep baritone voice from the window.

"I take it that was your vehicle back a ways in flames?" came a shout over the noisy engine.

"Yes sir," Travis gave a holler.

"Are you hurt?" The man shouted back. "Do you need any help?"

"A ride would be nice," Travis yelled back, his voice rising over the sound of the loud engine of the huge eighteen wheeler.

"Well, hop on up here son and take a load off. I'll git you to where's you going," came the voice once again.

Travis didn't hesitate for a second and accepted the man's kind offer and climbed up into the seat next to the trucker and out of the rain. He pulled his hood off his head, pushed his wavy blonde hair out of his eyes and glanced towards the driver.

Through the dim light of an over head light inside the cab of the truck, Travis saw a huge muscular bald man sitting behind the wheel staring at him. The man's skin was as black as coal dust and muscles protruded everywhere on his solid body. His neck was thick and his veins popped over his protruding muscles.

The structure of the man's face matched the rest of his strong, muscled ebony body. He had strong cheekbones and a strong chin that was covered with bristles of fine hair. His eyes were brown, and the only hair on the man's head was a very close knit trimmed beard, which made him even more attractive. The man gave a quick broad smile, showing his pearly white teeth and extended his hand.

"Joe Cutler's the name. My friends call me Big Joe."

At first Travis could not say a word. He had instantly become intimidated by Joe's size and he swallowed hard before answering. He instinctively reached for the colored man's hand, taking notice to the very firm handshake. Their eyes instantly met and immediately Travis was mesmerized by the black man's stare, finding the big brown eyes incredibly attractive.

"Travis Crawford, and I appreciate the lift," he graciously added with a soft almost hesitant voice. "Just a ride to the nearest bus stop will be nice," Travis added. "I really appreciate this so much."

He seemed nice, Travis thought but remained cautious of the kind stranger and kept conversation to a bare minimum. He didn't want to become too much of a nuisance than he already has.

"I really appreciate this, sir," Travis said. "I just hope its not too much out of your way. I don't mean to be a bother," he added.

"It's no bother at all," Big Joe replied. "You sure you're not hurt?" Big Joe looked Travis over cautiously and carefully, not missing a single inch of the young man.

Travis was medium built, had shoulder length sandy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and his skin was slightly tanned. Travis reminded Big Joe of a young beautiful woman he had sex with sometime back. As straight as he was, Joe had never found another man as attractive as he found Travis and noticed quite a stir in his own trousers. He couldn't remember the last time he had sex and it was beginning to catch up to him.

"Just a few bumps and bruises," Travis stated as a matter of fact. "Nothing to worry about. I swerved to miss a deer in the roadway and smacked right into a big tree. Just glad I had the seat belt on. I lost my cell phone in the process along with everything else."

"The important thing is son is that you're alive," Big Joe said, coming across a bit firm in his deep voice. "If you need to make a phone call to your parents or whoever, I can loan you mine."

"I don't have any parents," Travis said lowering his voice. "They died when I was a kid. I lived with my grandparents until their death. So its just me now."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Big Joe glanced across the seat to Travis. "Just how old are you, son?"

Travis gave a slight grin. "Thirty-five, sir. Or that's what I'll be next month."

"Was thinking you to be a lot younger than that, son. And none of that sir crap either." Big Joe smiled. "Call me Big Joe," his voice softening.

"All right than," Travis smiled. He wanted to add 'and none of that son crap either.' But he wanted to remain in the strange man's good graces and chose not to. He relaxed a bit more and became at ease as the two of them spoke.

"Where ya headed, son?" Joe asked. It had been so long since he had a conversation with anyone that he almost forgot what it was like and he wanted to make Travis as comfortable as possible.

"Seattle," answered Travis.

"Really? I'm heading there as well." Big Joe said in surprise.

"You're kidding," Travis said, stunned and just as surprised as Big Joe was. "I'm heading home too after being in San Diego on vacation."

"What'cha do?" Big Joe asked.

"I work in the medical field as a physical therapist and also do massage therapy. I own my own company," Travis added. "I've been doing it for ten years and it pays well."

"Sounds pretty nice, son." Joe said prideful but quietly.

Travis was still not too keen on being called son, but the more Big Joe spoke, he kind of liked the sound of it. Especially coming from a complete stranger. It had been a long time since he heard his father calling him that and it made him feel quite young. Plus there was just something about the sound of Big Joe's voice that made his heart soften. He had never heard a voice so deep or as thick, yet charming and alluring all at the same time. He was beginning to take a liking to Big Joe and fast. Within a few short hours, a mutual friendship begun as they were talking and laughing, and getting to know each other rather well.

"Wow!" Travis said. "Talking like this with you makes me feel like I have known you forever, Big Joe. We have so much in common."

"I know what you mean," Joe said, smiling. "I feel I have known you my entire life. Imagine that, huh?"

"Yeah," Travis smiled. Then he gave a long and tiresome yawn.

Soon, conversation was coming to a minimum and Travis leaned back, resting his head along the cool window pane. With the hum of the engine and the warmth of the cab in the rig, Travis soon dozed off.

Big Joe had drove late into the night and into the following day. Occasionally he would look over towards Travis several times, sometimes caressing his soft shoulder length wavy blond hair and whispering to him in a trance like state for him to remain sleeping. Big Joe just needed that day to high tail it out of southern California and up the coast.

The trance Big Joe had put Travis in seemed to work perfectly. From the time he went to sleep and into the following day Travis slept soundly. That evening Big Joe had pulled off the roadway and took some time out of driving. He was also in need to feed after going a day and a half without and he knew of a gym that was nearby.

He found a spot and pulled into the wide space and placed the rig in park. He quietly stepped down out of the truck and stood in the shadows of the night watching and waiting as the aroma of testosterone filled the air. Joe fed off another four men that night, draining their entire life's force. He was about to leave when he heard a noise. He turned to see another man had exited the building. Big Joe was taken aback upon seeing the man and his nostrils flared as he inhaled a sweet strong aroma of testosterone and steroids mixed. The man was immense with muscles and stood nearly six foot five.

Big Joe never took his eyes off the man as he followed him behind the building. He caught up to him and quickly subdued him, draining him of his life's force until the man was completely depleted and had shriveled up all the while Big Joe was getting bigger by the second. His clothes became skin tight as he filled out everywhere as his own body and muscle mass had doubled in size.

Big Joe tossed the depleted body into the back of his trailer along with the other lifeless shriveled up bodies. He whistled happily as he climbed up into the rig and behind the wheel. Suddenly he was reminded he was not alone as he stared at Travis, who was still soundly sleeping. Joe gave a tender smile as he pushed a strand of blonde hair off Travis' face. Then he scooped him up into his arms, cradling him and gently placed him behind the cab and into the sleeping compartment. Then he placed himself back behind the wheel once more, started the engine and headed out onto the highway.

Big Joe had drove through the night. He hadn't made any stops on the way as he drove on into Oregon. Once he past the border, he decided to pull off and moved the semi into the most secluded spot of a rest area. He got out, went to the back of the trailer and just like all the other bodies before, they were tossed over a very steep and deep ravine never to be found.

He climbed back up into the rig and stretched out on the bench seat. A big broad smile had filled his face as he was feeling aroused, and he snapped his fingers. Soon he heard some rustling and Travis poked his head out from behind the cab.

"Why are we stopping so soon?" Travis asked sleepily. "And how did I get back here?"

"So soon?' Big Joe repeats with a dubious stare. "Travis, I have been driving for two whole days." Joe stated. "I placed you back there yesterday morning so you'd be more comfortable. It's Sunday evening now."

"It's Sunday!?" Travis exclaimed, and instantly looked at his watch. It was definitely Sunday and it was after 8 o'clock in the evening. He winced as he rubbed a kink out of the back of his neck. He was surprised at how long he had slept. "Why'd you leave me sleep so long?"

"After what you'd been through, I felt you needed your rest," Joe complied in his deep gruff voice, then becoming concerned. "How do you feel?"

"Actually, I feel refreshed." Travis admitted.

"I'm happy to hear that," Joe smiled. He stretched out behind the driver's seat, putting his legs up on the seat and had his back against the driver's door.

"I am so sorry I have inconvenienced you like this, Big Joe," Travis spoke apologetically. "I never meant for any of this to happen. I was hoping I'd be on a bus by now heading home."

"Don't worry about it. I'm not. It's really no problem, Travis" came Big Joe's deep voice. "I enjoy your company. It's nice to have someone to talk to on this long journey."

"I'm sure," Travis softly answered.

Travis hadn't thought about how lonely it must get for Big Joe being on the road all the time with no one to speak to. He barely knew Joe but his heart went out to him. What he was seeing or what he thought he was seeing was a kind, caring, sweet individual. To Travis, there was just something about Joe that made him so attractive and yet so mysterious at the same time.

"You all right, Travis," Joe asked. He had noticed how quiet he became.

Travis gave a smile. "Yeah, I'm all right," he said softly. "I was thinking. You know there's plenty of room for us both to share this bed. Won't you please come back here with me? It would make me feel so much better knowing that you are also comfortable."

Big Joe sat up, his face just mere inches away. "Are you sure?"

"Definitely," Travis said giving a sly grin.

Big Joe clumsily crawled over the seat and into the sleeper and stretched out beside Travis. "I just wasn't too sure how you'd feel about sharing the bunk."

"Doesn't bother me a bit," Travis said softly with a coy smile. He was lying on his side, facing Big Joe. "Get comfortable and pretend I'm not even here."

"Okay, if you say so," Big Joe responded with a huge grin. He sat up on the bed, pulled his extremely tight shirt up over his head and tossed it aside, then stretched out on the bed.

The over head light was still on, giving Travis an eyeful of Big Joe's upper form. He never knew muscles could get so huge as he eyed Joe's sculpted hard muscular arms and chest. He never saw anyone who had muscles so big before and he found himself incredibly attracted to Big Joe.

The sexual tension between them was rising to full heights. They both fought very hard to contain themselves and even turned there backs to each other. Travis' mind was running wild with such strong desire that he had for Big Joe. He was just so damn big, so muscular and so damn gorgeous, he thought. He had marveled at the thought of what Big Joe's cock looked like. His second thought was trying to remember the last time he had sex?

Big Joe was lying there, listening to Travis' thoughts the entire time. It made him think about his own sex life. He had a woman waiting for him at every single truck stop on his route to satisfy his sexual hunger. But being with Travis the past two nights had changed something inside him. Something new. A feeling he never had for another man before. Their was a powerful, strong desire to fulfill his sexual needs with this young man.

Big Joe turned to his other side, facing Travis this time. He moved closer towards him, pressing his chest into Travis' back, then placed an arm over his side and began to gently caress Travis' soft alabaster skin. Then he buried his nose in the crevice of Travis' neck where he could feel his heartbeat in every pulse. Joe had no desire to feed. He had plenty of that earlier that evening from a stop that Travis had slept through. Now the only appetite he had was to fulfill his sexual desires.

He began by giving soft moth like kisses to Travis' neck and shoulder. He was completely captivated by Travis, while his fingers fumbled to get underneath the young man's shirt to his smooth flat stomach. His fingers softly caressed the smooth skin of Travis' body as they moved over his chest and pecs.

Travis turned in Big Joe's arms, facing him. He took a gentle hand, caressing Big Joe's chest and arms, feeling bristles of black hair every where he touched. He leaned in close, taking in a deep breath through his nose and catching with much delight the scent of Big Joe's musky body. Then he began to softly kiss the man's ebony colored taut skin and swirling his tongue through the dense bristled chest hair till he found what he was looking for; the soft nipple of his pecs.

Big Joe left out a soft groan, enjoying the pleasure he was given. The soft caresses and Travis' warm mouth over his nipple as he softly suckled and nibbled on it was driving him wild with desire. He felt his fingers move over his furry chest, down his middle and then back up his chest again, then to his arms. He enjoyed the attention that was becoming irresistibly arousing and making him rock hard.

Unable to contain any self control, Big Joe's mouth went to Travis' and he kissed Travis hard. Travis could feel Joe's tongue part his lips and happily ,Travis opened them as he sucked Big Joe's tongue into his mouth. And before Joe knew it, he was experiencing his first kiss with a man. He never knew it could be this good and was lost in the feeling it was giving him.

"Ohmmmm," Travis moaned, instantly wrapping his arms around Big Joe's thick neck, pulling him in for a deeper kiss all the while their tongues dueled for dominance.

And what an incredible mouth he had, Travis thought. Joe was so good at using it, suckling his lips, setting his head in motion and encouraging Travis to do the same. Joe was kissing him in a way he hadn't been kissed by any guy in a long time, and Travis was enjoying it.

Joe wrapped his thick arms around Travis, pulling him into a tighter embrace. They continued to kiss wholly and sexually as their hands were all over each other.

Finally, their lips parted. "Ohhhh! Oh Big Joe!" Travis panted. "I want you so much."

The remaining clothes they had on were off in mere seconds and tossed to a corner of the bunker. Big Joe didn't hesitate as he quickly pressed his lips back on Travis' again, then reaching down and cupping the soft round mounds of Travis' ass cheeks, kneading them like dough. He was urgent to bury his big black cock into Travis' sweet white ass and fuck him good and hard.

Finally, Big Joe pulled himself off Travis, leaning back on his heals. There before Travis' very eyes was an immensely thick and long uncircumcised black horse-cock he had ever seen. His eyes widened at the sight of the mammoth cock before him. Its veined etched length must have measured more than a foot long and was as thick as his forearm.

Travis reached out, taking a firm grip on Big Joe's cock. He jerked it, pulled on it, and stroked it into complete hardness. He licked his lips, eyeing the one eyed black monster cock. Then, sticking his tongue out, he began licking the fat bulbous head of it like an ice cream cone. He opened his mouth wide and wedged the oversize glans between his lips and began sucking, licking and stroking on the delicious black cock. Everything about it was incredibly hot; the silky texture of his dark skin, the pulsing hardness, the sheer size!

He feels the heft of Joe's balls and realize they are massive! He has never seen, or felt, balls that big before. He went from Joe's cock in his mouth to licking the massive balls. The feel of the soft skin on his lips and the musky smell, drives Travis crazy. He can hear Joe start to breath heavily as Travis knows he's enjoying the pleasure he was giving him.

Travis lets his tongue slowly start to lick up the long, hard, stiff shaft to its head. He let's his tongue swirl around it then begins to swallow, not even gagging when Big Joe's cock slid past his tonsils. He could feel the muscles in his throat stretching, flexing around the hot shaft he was struggling to engulf. He breathed hard through his nose as he swallowed more until he reached the base, burying his nose in the dense fur of his pubes.

Travis sucked Big Joe's cock in earnest, bobbing his head up and down, licking, stroking, probing in his deep, salty blowhole for more of the juice that kept bubbling up from his monstrous nuts and coming to the surface and sucking it into his mouth, savoring the delicious taste of Big Joe Cutler's cock.

Big Joe was in sheer ecstasy. He was so turned on, he grasped the back of Travis' head and began forcing his cock down Travis' throat and began fucking his face with quick hard jabs. This time Travis did gag, his eyes began to water and a thick coat of phlegm formed on Big Joe's cock as he pulled all the way out. Then Big Joe pushed his cock all the way to the root as his pubes tickled Travis' face once more.

"Oh yeah! Open that throat boy! Daddy's gonna give you a load!" Big Joe growled in his deep baritone voice. With both hands, Big Joe had a firm hold onto Travis' head and fucked his mouth with gusto. He felt his load moving up his shaft and...

"ARGHHHHH! Ugh fuck! That's it boy! Take my fucking load!" Big Joe left out a piercing growl as his seed was blasting into Travis' mouth.

Travis moaned and purred happily as a huge wave of it hits the back of his throat. He swallowed the thick creamy load as it spewed down his throat and into his gullet as more and more kept spewing into his mouth.

'That's it baby! Take my load! Swallow it all down!" Joe growls. He came nonstop as large quantities of his hot cum was spewing rapidly and forcibly into Travis' mouth.

Finally, Joe lets go of Travis' head and pulls back, letting his cock pop out of Travis' mouth. Travis, quickly gobbles up the last remaining spurts of cum and swallowed them down, never missing a single drop. Travis swiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sat back, catching his breath.

"Whew! I never in my life came like that before!" Big Joe boasted, wiping his brow with his shirt. "No woman ever gave me head like you just did. That was incredible!"

"I'm happy to be of service," Travis beamed happily, licking the remaining drops of cum off his lips.

Travis reached out to Joe, taking his fingers slowly up the solid bulk of Joe's hairy body. He looped his hands around Joe's neck. Their eyes met as they stared into each others eyes. Travis was caught in a lustful stare, finding Joe's sparkling eyes enchanting as he couldn't figure out what was drawing him even more closer. Whatever it was Travis thought, he was enjoying it and did not want it to end.

Travis immediately pulled Big Joe into a fiery kiss. Joe immediately enveloped Travis into his burly arms and pulled him in for a much deeper kiss, shoving his tongue into Travis' throat. Entwined in each others arms, Big Joe slowly pushed Travis down onto his back and on top of him.

They kissed and petted as their lips and tongues wet each others skin. Their hands roaming over each other. Once their lips parted, Joe's lips and tongue slowly traveled along Travis' jaw line to just below and behind his ear. Where unbeknownst to Big Joe was one of the most sensitive spots for Travis to endure.

"Ohhhhhhh," came a low guttural moan from Travis as he shivered with excitement. He reached up and drew Big Joe down upon him. "I want to feel your big cock inside me," he whispered in Big Joe's ear.

There was no hesitation as Big Joe threw Travis' legs up over his head and dove face first, licking and prodding Travis' hole with his tongue and fingers, treating it like he would if it was a woman's pussy. He wasn't sure if he was doing it correctly, but the sounds coming from Travis spoke volumes.

A jolt of passion soared through Travis and he squealed with delight as Big Joe 's beard made him squirm. The thickness of it brushed and tickled against his sphincter, his balls, and the soft mounds of ass flesh. Travis was in sheer heaven!

"Oh! Oh Big Joe! Oh yes that feels so good!" Travis chanted over and over. "Fuck me Big Joe. Put your big cock in there!"

Big Joe gave a few more swipes of spit with his tongue, then left Travis' bottom fall into his lap where he lined the bulbous head of his large ebony colored cock to Travis' welcoming upturned sphincter and gave a slight push. But the tight sphincter wouldn't give way. Joe poked and prodded, pushing harder until finally his cock breached its entry way, snapping into place.

"AHHHHH!" Travis bellowed, feeling the instant invasion to his colon.

"Ohhhh fuck baby, your hole is fucking tight." Big Joe exclaimed excitedly. "Fuck, it feels so good!"

Big Joe inched his huge cock deep inside, stretching the anus wide open. When he had about half of it in, he paused for a mere second then pushed into Travis balls deep in one brazen thrust.

"Awwwww fuuuuck!" Travis squealed with excitement, feeling Big Joe's massive cock all the way inside him, stretching him wide open as it moved deeper inside. "Ohhhh sweet Jesus! Fuck, Big Joe, your cock is so fucking big!" Travis moaned.

Travis tilted his head back, moaning as his body writhed beneath as he himself was in his own little world of ecstasy and pleasure. The sensations he was feeling was incredible as the vein-etched black mammoth was opening him wide and his ass-lips gripped and gaped around it's girth as his sphincter adjusted to the huge black invader. He could feel the plum-sized cock-knob wedged deep inside him, just above his naval. Having Big Joe's throbbing hard black cock jammed so far up inside him caused his insides to spasm.

"Yeah baby! You got all my cock in you now. You like that?" Big Joe's voice was deep and sultry. "You like my big black cock in you?" he hissed.

"Y-y-yessssss! Oh fuck me Joe!!" Travis eagerly pleaded.

Big Joe placed Travis' legs over his shoulders and fell forward, folding Travis in half. Instantly, Travis was wrapping his arms around him, in a lover's embrace. He planted his lips onto Travis' once again as they kissed passionately.

Joe started slowly, insistently, sliding his huge black cock in and out. Travis felt the power in Big Joe's strong legs as he pummeled in and out of him with gusto. The course hair on Joe's chest felt incredible on his smooth chest and stomach as he started to enjoy Big Joe fucking him. He could feel the massive cock shaft pull outward on the strained anus and with it came the stretched rectal sheath which was pulled inside out around it. The muscles in the cavity had a firm tight hold on Big Joe's hard black cock as he began to fuck Travis. There was no pain and Travis felt pure pleasure as Joe racked his prostate each time he moved back into him.

They both began to sweat as Joe worked his hips in and out faster as he jack-hammered into Travis. The semi eighteen wheeler began to rock and Travis kept his hold around Joe's big black bulk. He was holding onto Big Joe for dear life as he moaned like a virgin on her wedding night. He had never experience sex this good and was totally into it. Joe was so fucking huge, Travis was aching for more.

"Ohhhhh yeahhhh," came a long and deep, sultry contented groan from Big Joe who hadn't experienced such pleasure and the sensation was exhilarating and the friction was unbearable and he thought he would blow at any given moment.

"Ohhhhh, I never felt anything this incredible before!" Big Joe groaned in delight. "I fucking love it, baby! You're ass is fucking incredible!"

Gradually, Big Joe's pace quickened. Faster, he went, slamming in and out with a fury of gusto and passion. And Travis felt as wide open as the Grand Canyon while Joe fucked him into oblivion. He could feel Joe's massive balls slapping against his open ass cheeks, his weight pushing him down into the thick mattress. Joe's furry lower belly drove Travis' cock head wild, and his beard rubbing Travis' neck was bringing Travis to the edge. He felt his orgasm rising to its peak and when he went to reach for his cock, Big Joe grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head.

"Oh no you don't," Big Joe exclaimed. "I'm gonna fuck it out of you."

"Yeah!" Travis panted, his eyes lit up with excitement. "Fuck yeah!" He moved his hips along with Big Joe's thrust as Big Joe slammed his hips forward, causing him to cry out with such passion.

"Ohhhhhh! Oh my God! Oh fuck me Big Daddy!" Travis cried out over and over. "Ohhhhh! I'm gonna cum," Travis bellowed. "I'm cummminnnggg!"

Travis' body writhed, shuddering with excitement and his body convulsed as he came hard, sending volumns of cum between their sweaty bodies. Big Joe started to pull almost all the way out, than rammed his cock in deep, doing this several times with quick hard jabs.

Big Joe continued with his wrath on Travis' ass. He had a hard intense stare on Travis' face as he hovered over him, pounding his cock into him with deep hard strokes. He shook and shuddered with excitement, never expecting anything like this at all while each and every thrust forced him closer to the edge.

"Aaaarrrrggghhh! I'm gonna blow!" Big Joe roared, his deep voice rising. "I''m gonna fucking cum! Yeah, Daddy's gonna cum!" He slammed his hips forward, arching his back as his cock began an unrelenting, unstoppable flow of hot creamy cum into Travis' welcoming ass.

"Take my fucking load boy!" Big Joe roared in his deep sultry voice. "Feel that filling your ass up?"

"Oh yeah! Give it to me, Big Daddy!" Travis squealed with delight, feeling the heat of Big Joe's seed filling him up.

Travis shook with delight as he humped his hips wildly while Big Joe just kept up with a relentless pounding of his ass. The constant throbbing and twitching only reminded Travis how much was flowing into him and it was a lot. Joe came buckets inside him, drenching his insides, until he had nothing more to give.

Big Joe slumped heavily onto Travis and they kissed passionately. Neither one wanted it to end and Big Joe knew he had plenty more to give and his cock was still buried deep inside of Travis' ass and throbbing even more now. Instead, they lie there in the afterglow, kissing and petting for some time.

By that time it was after midnight, and Travis had moved to lying on his stomach with Big Joe on his back, drilling his hole for the second time that night. Travis squealed with delight feeling Big Joe's mammoth black cock sliding in and out of him from behind.

Big Joe was pounding into Travis hard and deep, his huge balls smacking against his ass. Travis was moaning and screaming like a girl as Joe fucked him. Big Joe's cock felt so fucking big that Travis could feel it moving further into his gut. Soon, Big Joe's breathing was becoming heavier and heavier and he was close to cumming again. Then with one final shove, he gave a shout as he shot load after load of his hot jizz as it flooded into Travis's gut.

"AHHHH fuck! I fucking love this!" Big Joe bellows. The force of his orgasm drew his fangs out and he lunged forward, collapsing onto Travis and was about to bite him. His fangs were against Travis' skin and his lips quivered with anticipation until he was able to retract his fangs and began to softly kiss the back of Travis' neck and shoulders.

Big Joe held his self up by his thick arms, and Travis skewered himself on Joe's cock as he turned to his back. Their eyes met and Travis reached up and pulled Big Joe down for a kiss. They kissed for the longest time, their tongues dueling for dominance. Joe dipped his head and was kissing and licking Travis' neck, feeling the fast pace of his beating heart just pounding away. His lips were quivering from the sensation and his fangs withdrew once more. This time he left his teeth glide across the soft supple skin as the tip of his tongue had gotten a hint of a taste of his blood as his fangs scratched him.

By sun-up they were lying in each others arms. Neither one had the urge to move. They held onto each other as they shared tender kisses and soft caresses.

"I can't believe we did this all night," Travis said softly, smiling into Big Joe's eyes while lying in his big burly arms. "You're absolutely fucking fantastic! You're incredible!"

"You're the one that's incredible baby," Big Joe smiled. Then he kissed Travis lightly on the lips, savoring the intimate moment between them.

"We should get on the road if you want an early start." Travis said softly.

"There's plenty of time," replied Big Joe. "Besides, I want to enjoy this while I can. It's been a long time since I enjoyed being with a woman and being with you like this makes it all worth the while. I enjoyed fucking you, son."

"Yeah, I think I realized that after you cumming in my ass more than several times," Travis grinned.

"What can I say baby, you had me all horned up," Big Joe smiled from ear to ear.

"You don't hear me complaining do you?" Travis said as he sat up in the center of the bed. He peered out of the wide opening into the cab of the rig and looking out through the windshield.

"What'cha looking at baby boy? What's out there?" Big Joe said, sitting up.

"Nothing particularly," Travis smiled softly. "Why are your windows so darkly tinted?"

"Because the sun and I don't get along very well," Big Joe chuckled. "I have to take injections similar to that of insulin to protect my skin from getting sun poisoning which is very common. Once the serum takes affect, than I wait for at least twenty-four to forty-eight hours until the next dosage. I'm never out in the sun that long anyway but it helps when I have to go out."

"That must really suck Big Joe, not being able to go outside without having to take something for it. I'm sorry you have to go through that." Travis glanced into his eyes, showing how much he cared. He reached up to caress Big Joe's face. "When was your last dosage?"

"Early last evening," Big Joe replied, thinking of the four men he had depleted while Travis was sleeping.

"C'mere baby boy," Big Joe whispered low, reaching for Travis and pulling him into his strong burly body. Travis shifted his weight, straddling as he sat on Big Joe lap, chest to chest There soft cocks against each other started to get hard. They kissed again as their tongues dueled for dominance.

Suddenly, a hard knock came to the driver's side door of the rig, causing them both to jump. Big Joe placed a finger to his lips to hush Travis. "I need you to be very quiet," he murmured with a stern look on his face.

Travis swallowed hard and nodded without so much as a peep.

"Open up, it's the sheriff," came a voice from outside.

Big Joe quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and hopped out of the bunk and into the cab. Before letting his window down, he put on a dark pair of shades to block the sun from his eyes.

"Problem officer?" came Big Joe.

"How long you been parked here?" barked Sheriff Ric Steel.

"Just overnight sir. I pulled over to get some rest," replied Big Joe in a pleasant tone. However he wasn't liking the tone coming from the sheriff.

"How about coming down out of there. I have a few questions to ask you," Sheriff Steel demanded.

"Sure thing," Big Joe said politely. "Lemme just grab a shirt."

Big Joe poked his head through the opening of the bunk, grabbing his long sleeve t-shirt. "Stay here in the bunk, and don't make a sound. I am doing this to protect you." Big Joe whispered to Travis. "I mean it. Stay in here," he demanded.

"All right. I get it," Travis relented. From the sound of his voice, Travis knew to obey every word. He watched as Joe put his shirt on, then watched him leave from the driver's side door then jumped down out of the rig as his feet hit the pavement.

"What's the problem Sheriff?" Big Joe asked, pulling his shirt down which was so stretched it was almost like a layer of skin.

Seeing the size of Big Joe, Sheriff Steel became instantly intimidated and took a step back, and keeping his hand on the holster of his gun. This man is huge the sheriff said to himself. He was the tallest man the officer ever saw and immensely built. The sheriff kept reminding himself he was the law and he wasn't about to let some black man intimidate him and knew he had to be tough.

"Tell me the truth boy, why are you parked here?" Demanded the sheriff.

"I told you. I parked to get some sleep. I was getting tired and I didn't want to cause an accident." Joe answered, glaring at the officer through the shades over his eyes. "Is there a problem with that, Sheriff?" he barked with venom in his voice.

"Don't get smart with me boy," Sheriff Steel said, pulling his black baton out of his clip. "I want you to show me what you have in the back."

Big Joe looked the sheriff over. He was probably somewhere in his early to mid forties and somewhat attractive. He was nicely built but nothing compared to the big and bulky Big Joe. Belligerence and arrogance,, not to mention racism, poured heavily from the sheriff and Big Joe knew from the start, he didn't like the man.

The sheriff made Joe walk in front of him as they made there way towards the back of the long rig. Then the sheriff gave Big Joe a shove when he wasn't moving fast enough.

"I know Negroes like you boy. Nothing but trouble since the day you were born." He pointed to the double doors with the baton. "Now open those doors, boy. I want to make sure you ain't hauling anything illegal."

Big Joe kept his wits about him, trying to remain calm as much as he could, but rage had already consumed his entire being. Big Joe did as he was asked and opened the doors. The sheriff found it empty.

"Well?" Big Joe blurted out, giving the sheriff a stern look.

"You can shut 'em now," said the sheriff, and giving Big Joe an evil stare.

"Now if you don't mind, I'd like to check out the cab and your sleeper." The sheriff ordered.

"I don't think so," said Big Joe, folding his arms across his chest, making his biceps double in size.

"And why the hell not? You have something to hide, nigga," Sheriff Steel barked.

"What did you just call me?" Big Joe seethed. He hated that word.

With his black baton in hand, the Sheriff hit Joe hard on the back of the legs to knock him down to the ground. But to Big Joe, it didn't phase him one bit. It just pissed him off more. Joe ripped the baton out of the sheriff's hand and snapped the baton in two and tossing it aside like kindling. Then he took the sheriff's gun from him and threw it aside and away from him.

The sheriff tried to fight Big Joe as he threw several hard punches. But Joe left the sheriff get a few good punches in before he grabbed the sheriff by the neck. He lifted the sheriff off his feet, and pushed him against the doors of the trailer, crushing his larynx.

The sheriff squirmed incessantly as he tried hard to free himself. His voice was muffled by Joe's large hand pressing tightly on his larynx. Then Joe pressed his hard as steel body against the man, his face just mere inches from the sheriff's face. He could feel the man's heart pumping harder and faster. Without hesitating a moment longer, Big Joe opened his mouth, bearing his large encrusted fangs and lunged for the sheriff's neck. Joe took pleasure in listening to the stifled cries coming from the sheriff as he fed off him, draining the man of his life's blood quickly and tenaciously. He felt the sheriff convulse against his body until finally he went limp. Big Joe held his body up, extracting the remaining flow of blood until there was nothing left of him.

He retracted his teeth and licked the blood drippings off the man's neck, smiling as he slapped the sheriff's face with quick tapping motions and looking into the dead eyes of the sheriff. He threw the sheriff over his shoulder and turned towards the squad car.

He had placed the sheriff's body behind the wheel, turned the ignition, and starting up the engine. He rummaged through the sheriff's belongings, finding several pairs of handcuffs and all the keys that went with it, grabbed several revolvers and two extra uniforms, shoving everything into a duffel bag. Lastly, he added weight to the accelerator, threw it in drive then watched as the squad car sped over the cliff and down the ravine where it exploded into a fiery mass. All this happened within a blur as Big Joe moved swiftly, in an unnaturally fast and powerful way.

Joe returned to the semi-eighteen wheeler, threw the duffel bag into the back of the trailer, then cleaned up his face before he climbed up into the rig. Travis was right where he was supposed to be, in the bunker just as Joe had ordered him to. Joe smiled proudly knowing Travis had kept his word.

Joe placed himself behind the wheel and turned the key in the ignition causing the engine to roar. Placing the semi in gear, Joe pulled out onto the highway, picking up speed as he went.

"Is everything all right Big Joe?" Travis asked plainly. "And what was that explosion?"

"Everything's fine baby boy," Joe said calmly and smiling. "Sheriff just wanted to see what I was hauling in the back. Then he went to see what the explosion was about."

"Oh? Okay," Travis said, nonchalantly. "Then why did you want me to stay back here and be quiet?"

"Because baby boy, I know this area very well and the law around here are racist and filled with hatred. I didn't want you to be a part of all that." Big Joe said calmly. "Like I said earlier, I want to protect you."

"I appreciate you wanting to protect me, but I can take care of myself. I've been doing it for a while now," Travis said with a matter of fact. "Now may I come up front and sit with you while you drive?"

"Sure baby boy," Big Joe smiled. "Come on up here and sit beside Big Daddy."

"Big Daddy, huh?" Travis grinned as he leaped out of the bunker without a stitch of clothes on and sat beside Big Joe.

Big Joe left out a boisterous laugh. "Baby boy what in hell are you doing?"

"No sense in getting dressed with these black tinted windows, right?" He grinned.

"Never thought about it baby boy," came Big Joe's deep gruff voice.

"What's this baby boy stuff?" Travis noticed being called more and more often. "I'm thirty-five years old."

"You don't like it?" Big Joe asked, giving a look of amusement.

"Mmmm," Travis grinned, giving it some thought. "Coming from you, I think I can handle it."

Travis gave a contented smile as he continued to think about it. In fact he kind of found it alluring coming from Big Joe and was liking the sound of it more and more. "Makes it sound like I'm yours and no one elses," he added.

"Because you are," Big Joe grinned and sounding sure of himself. "Now come over here and give Big Daddy some suga."

Travis grinned as he carefully moved towards Big Joe. Not once had he bumped the large steering wheel as he placed himself between it and Big Joe. He straddled Big Joe's waist and planting himself on his lap, facing him. He looped his arms around Big Joe's neck, looking him in the eyes.

"I bet you would love it if I called you Big Daddy?" Travis beamed. Then he nuzzled his nose into Joe's neck, kissing him as his hands wandered over Joe's hard body through his shirt.

"Awe baby boy, I love what you do to me," Big Joe smiled ear to ear, thinking how glad he was for stopping and picking Travis up along the highway. He planted his mouth over Travis' and kissed him fully on the mouth, all the while watching the highway.

Chapter 3

A little while later, Travis moved from Big Joe's lap and settled next to him on the seat, sitting on one foot with his arm around Big Joe's broad shoulders and his cheek against the roughness of his shoulder. Occasionally, Travis would kiss Big Joe's jaw as Joe's beard would tickle Travis' lips and then his ear. Then he placed his free hand on Joe's warm thigh, feeling the muscle in his leg shift as he placed the truck in full gear, pressing his foot on the gas pedal.

Big Joe drove late into the day. The hum of the engine was putting Travis fast to sleep. He told Joe he was going to take a nap and crawled into the bunker and fell fast asleep. Once Travis was asleep, Big Joe thought of placing another trance on Travis to sleep a bit longer. But this time he thought twice and decided not to.

It was Tuesday morning, the following day. It was also the fourth day for the pair of them being together, Travis awoke with a start and his stomach was growling something fierce, reminding him he hadn't eaten since the day before. Big Joe was behind the wheel as he had drove all night and into the morning.

"Big Joe, may we stop and get something to eat? I'm starving and I'm sure you are too." added Travis.

"We sure can baby," Joe smiled. "I know a place right up the road here where we can stop."

By late afternoon and twenty-five miles later, Big Joe was pulling into a parking lot of a truck stop that was simply called The West Coast Truck Stop and Restaurant. Travis, still nude and sitting in the cab of the rig, waited for the semi-eighteen wheeler come to a complete stop before he went into the sleeper to get dressed. Being they were the only clothes Travis had, he had hoped their would be a shop inside to purchase some new clothes and anything else he might need, since he had lost everything when his jeep exploded into flames several nights before.

Big Joe came to an abrupt stop behind the truck stop alongside many other eighteen-wheelers, taking the very last space alongside a wooded area. How convenient, he thought to himself. He placed the rig in park and turned off the engine. They both jumped down out of the cab and headed towards the front of the building. Upon entering the double doors, Travis noticed a clothing section and immediately went towards it while Big Joe went to the front desk.

Big Joe placed his duffel bag at his feet upon reaching the front desk.

"Good afternoon, sir!" said the gentleman at the front desk. "And what may I do for you this afternoon."

"Good afternoon. I will be needing two shower rooms please. One for me and one for him," Joe said, nodding his head towards Travis to the gentleman running the front desk, knowing full well he and Travis were only going to use one shower room. "And whatever he's getting put it on my account." Joe added.

The name badge pinned to the young man's sports coat identified him as Danny Winthrop. Big Joe thought him to be a nice young fella who knew what he was doing. "Sure thing, sir," Danny said with a pleasing smile. "Will that be everything?"

"We will also be getting a bite to eat in the restaurant later." Joe answered cordially.

"That's fine sir," Danny smiled at Big Joe. "Also sir, there has been new additions added to our truck-stop A new gym room is provided downstairs for all truckers along with a game room. Their are also bunk rooms provided in a separate building out back of the truck-stop If you are interested?"

"Thank you," he said. "I just may do that." Joe answered. "We've been on the road for a few days. First thing is we need a shower, changed, and a bite to eat." Hearing about the new gym there at the truck stop perked Joe's interest and made a mental note to check it out later.

Travis then came bounding up to the counter with an armload of new clothing and a few toiletries and other items, placing them on the counter. Danny added all the items up on the cash register and when he saw Travis reaching into his back pocket for his wallet, he spoke up. "This is all ready taken care of sir."

Travis gave Big Joe a disgruntled look. "Big Joe, I could have taken care of that myself."

"I know that, Travis," Big Joe said, saying Travis' name for the first time instead of calling him Baby Boy. "It doesn't hurt to pay it forward once in a while."

Travis gave a coy smile and a nudge on Joe's side with his elbow. "Thank you, Big Joe."

"Anytime," Big Joe smiled, looking down at him as his eyes had a sparkle to them.

While they were standing there, another gentleman came up from behind Danny. The man was a lot taller and a bit more on the broader side then that of the much smaller Danny. He had a five o'clock shadow, his dark hair was pulled back in a pony tail, and he was wearing the same kind of sports coat. He was the store manager. Of course that's what it said on his sports coat, along with a name badge; Randall Drayer; Store Manager. Instantly, there was an air about him that Joe didn't like.

"Did you ask if he is a trucker, Mr. Winthrop?" Randall asked. His voice was low but filled with arrogance as he stood behind Danny's left shoulder. "You know we have a policy of asking questions first before we just run off the mouth. We also do not serve these kind of people."

"I just assumed . . .," Danny began to say.

Joe interrupted, listening to everything being said. "Is there a problem here?"

"Are you a trucker?" Randall asked with a snub expression. "We only serve particular truckers here. Our usual every day kind of truckers." he says looking down his nose at Big Joe.

"Naw, I just drive a fucking eighteen-wheeler for the hell of it," Joe shot back with sarcasm in his voice. "What the hell?" He barked. "First, you insult your employee in front of a consumer. Then you make a remark against my race. What the fuck is your problem mister?"

"Sir, would you kindly lower your voice?" Randall glared at him. His hatred for Black-Americans was evident, but it had no affect on Big Joe. He was not going to be dissuaded by some hypocritical, racist, scumbag like Randall Drayer.

"No I will not lower my voice," Joe barked. "This respectful young gentleman was doing a fine job until you butted in with your holier than thou attitude. Now I suggest you apologize and go back to your paper pushing job."

An older lady, emerged through a door behind the front desk, looking for answers to the chaos that had just erupted. "Excuse me, I am the owner of this operation, Mrs. Vera Barnes. What's going on here?"

"Well Mrs. Barnes," Joe said, calmly this time. "Your employee here, Danny, was doing a fine upstanding job of explaining what you have here in your fine establishment when your manager here made some very disrespectful remarks towards the both of us and against my race."

"That's not true," Randall remarked, his voice lifting slightly higher than normal. "I said no such thing."

"The hell it's not," Travis piped out. "I saw and heard the entire thing. Everyone here did."

Everyone standing around all nodded their heads.

"Mr. Drayer," came Mrs. Barnes in a stern and shaky voice. "We have had this talk before about your attitude. Now I am forced to let you go. Please leave."

"Fine, but you will never find another employee like me," shouted Randall and stormed off like a drama queen.

"Let's hope not," Vera said as she escorted Randall out the door.

Then Vera turned towards Joe. "I am so sorry, Mr. . . . ,"

"Cutler, ma'am. Joe Cutler," Joe introduced himself, extending his hand, and meeting her eyes, finding her charming but not in the least attractive.

She had gray hair pulled back in a bun and her soft skin began to show its age. After all she was sixty-five. She was at the age for retirement, but Vera still had a lot of energy left in her and decided that life still goes on and she would work until she couldn't any longer.

Joe gently shook Mrs. Barnes hand. "It's so hard getting good help these days," Vera said with a cheerful smile.

"Just between you and I, Mrs. Barnes," Joe said. "I think Mr. Winthrop would make a mighty fine manager. And he's great with the customers."

Danny blushed upon hearing Joe speaking so kindheartedly about him. "Thank you so much Mr. Cutler," he said.

"Well Mr. Winthrop," Vera turned to him. "I think what Mr. Cutler here makes some sense to me. How about a promotion?"

Danny's mouth dropped in complete and total surprise. "I . . . I . . . I'm speechless. Yes! Yes! I would love the opportunity and I will never disappoint you, Ms. Vera. Thank you! Thank you. Thank you!" And he lunges forward and embraces Vera in a hug.

Ms. Vera gave a jolt of laughter, as she pats him on his back. "You're welcome, my boy!"

"Congratulations, Danny," Big Joe said with good cheer and shook the young man's hand. "You deserve this. I know a good person when I see one," Joe smiled graciously. "And you are one of them."

"Thank you once again Mr. Cutler," Danny said with bright, wide, happy eyes.

While Joe was getting acquainted with the store owner and its employee's, Travis went to make some phone calls. He called his office, reaching his most trusted and loyal secretary, Ashley Stillwater

Travis had known Ashley for at least seven years and immediately a firm and trusted, close friendship had happened. She was even there for him during his last failed relationship with his former lover, Valentin. He was thankful for such a loyal and devoted friend, making them inseparable as they would hang out and talk about men, clothes, and gossip about everyone and anything. After the phone call, Travis went searching for Big Joe, finding him at the front desk, patiently waiting for him.

"Where did you run off to?"

"I went to make a phone call to my office," Travis replied. "I was letting them know I would be gone longer than expected but am on my way. I don't need any added worries," he interjected.

"Good for you." Big Joe nodded his head in agreement. He held up two keys for the shower rooms. "Come on, let's get ourselves cleaned up for dinner."

They grabbed their belongings along with Travis' new purchases, along with a stack of towels and wash cloths for the both of them. Upon entering the long hallway, a sign read, "All Showers Per One Person.' Joe rolled his eyes upon reading it, thinking, 'not today it won't' and proceeded back the end of the hall with Travis trailing close behind. The keys were numbered so they knew which doors to unlock and fortunately for Joe, each key was marked '12' so they each had the last two showers at the end of the hall.

Upon reaching the doors, Big Joe unlocked one of the doors. He took a quick glance down the hall towards the hall entrance and seeing no one, he threw open the door, shoving Travis inside and lugging their things inside.

"What are you doing?" Travis blurts out, watching as Joe shuts the door and locks it. "You're going to get us into trouble."

"Don't you worry about a thing, Baby Boy," Joe ordered. "Now get undressed while I turn the water on to heat up."

Travis placed his bag of newly purchased clothes on a bench near the door right next to Big Joe's. He then proceeded to undress and did it quickly as the thrill of fear and excitement not only filled him but the small shower room as well.

Two shower heads were going at full blast as the sound of water hitting the tile floor filled the room. A small five foot wall with a ledge separated the shower from the toilet and the sink. That was where Travis placed a bottle of body wash and two wash cloths, then stepped into the shower area, allowing the water from both shower heads soak his skin. He pushed his face into the rushing water and ran his fingers through his long wavy blonde hair, pushing it back and off of his face, as it cascaded down the back of his neck and just below the shoulders.

Three light-bulbs brightly lit the room above the vanity mirror. Joe loosened two of them, as it provided them with just a small amount of light for the both of them, but doing it mostly to protect himself from too much light.

"Is the lighting in here too bright for you?" Travis asked as he watched Joe loosening the light bulbs.

"A little," Joe snickered. "I'm also setting a scene for the next gay porn movie."

"Smart ass," Travis chuckled. He turned his face into the shower, rinsing off the soap, just as Big Joe stepped into the shower behind him.

Big Joe folds his arms around Travis and bends his head and begins kissing Travis' neck and shoulder, feeling the rush of blood flow rushing through his veins. His lips quivered as he fought to keep his fangs in tact as they worked hard to come into view. He lathered up both hands with body wash, then placed both on Travis' shoulders, gently massaging his fingers into the tight muscles of Travis' shoulders and back.

"Mmmmm, that feels so good," Travis moaned softly.

Travis felt the tension leaving his shoulders as Big Joe's hands softly moved down to the small of his back and then to his buttocks. All the while, Joe's lips were softly kissing and caressing his neck and shoulders. He feels Big Joe's long black fingers slipping between the soft globes of his ass, in search for the puckered ring of his anus. Once he reaches it, Joe slips a finger inside him, then two, causing Travis to moan with desire.

Travis turns in Joe's embrace and he looks up into Joe's brown eyes, while his hands roam Joe's strong, burly muscled torso. His own alabaster skin, contours beautifully to Joe's ebony colored one, causing their wet, soapy skin to glisten in the soft lighting of the room.

"My God, you're so fucking beautiful," Big Joe whispered. "I love your body and how it feels against mine. You're so incredibly fucking beautiful. I want to slip my black cock into your pussy so fucking bad."

"Fuck, Big Joe! You're the hot one! You're big everywhere!" Travis exclaimed. "You're my black stallion."

"Hmm? Black stallion?" Joe murmured, grinning at the same time. "I think I like the sound of that," he said smiling lovingly down into Travis' eyes.

Travis returned the same gesture as he let his fingers slowly travel up Joe's hard and solid hairy chest and looped his arms around Joe's thick neck. As Travis was stretching his neck Joe was dipping his head and their lips met and they began a long passionate kiss.

Travis made a pleasured sound, "Mmmm," as Big Joe wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into his hard, solid mass. The kiss deepened and instantly, Travis was lifted off his feet and instinctively wrapped his legs around Joe's big bulk. With his back pinned to the shower wall, Big Joe was pressed heavily against him. Almost instantly, Travis wrapped his arms tighter around Big Joe's neck, deepening their kiss, and his legs around Big Joe's waist. They kissed wildly and seductively while their tongues rolled around in each others mouths dueling for dominance.

Big Joe reached underneath, gripping his hefty cock, positioning it at Travis' wet hole and slid it into the welcoming warm channel. Travis moaned low as he felt his weight bearing down on the huge black member entering his colon. Slowly, Big Joe began to move in and out, gradually picking up some pace as he held Travis up against the shower wall.

"Ohmmm," Travis moaned excitedly, feeling himself getting hard between them and held onto Big Joe for dear life as he let the black stallion have his way with him.

Steam filled the room as it began to feel more like a sauna than a shower. The hot water pulsated off their hot bodies. Soft muffled moans issued from their throats as they remained connected while lust and passion surged through their bodies. The friction between their wet bodies and Joe's hairy chest had Travis on the edge of a massive climax. Their muffled moans increased as Big Joe kept their mouths connected in a fiery kiss. Travis' body shook with intensity and his cock erupted between them, which in turn caused Big Joe to release his own rising orgasm, sending geysers of hot semen into Travis' bowels.

Their lips parted and they were panting heavily. "Ohhhh Big Joe, you're fucking incredible." Travis panted against his lips, giving a look of satisfaction.

"So are you baby boy," Big Joe grinned.

After a few more minutes passed, they finished their shower, dried off, then dressed. Then Big Joe put the room back together as he had found it. They cleaned up after themselves, taking only what they brought with them, which was pretty much everything. When they were preparing to leave the room, Big Joe opened the door and stuck his head out. Seeing no one, he quickly ushered Travis out ahead of him.

Refreshed and smelling like soap and cologne, they went into the restaurant part of the truck stop for a bite to eat. They talked as they ate. About what each did as they were growing up in Seattle. What their favorite things were and where they liked to travel. Surprisingly enough, they had more in common then they had believed. Although, Travis lived in the city in a penthouse apartment close to work while Joe had lived in a ranch style house in the country with several acres of land twenty-five miles out of the city.

They talked about relationships. Travis spoke of his two failed relationships and how he hoped someday he would meet the right guy. And Joe, well he was always on the road so much that a relationship to him was meaningless. He said he would get his kicks from different women through different towns during his routes while on the highway. But now, as he thought about it and after being with Travis made him comprehend what he really wanted in life and wouldn't mind having Travis in it.

They each were living their own lonely separate lives twenty-five miles apart. It was a shock to realize that they lived so close to each other and had never crossed paths. And all it took was Travis crashing his jeep in mid-state California on a dark, desolate road for them to run into each other.

The had already spent five days together on the road. A week. And the past three days they were cavorting like jack rabbits. Secretly, each one did not want there journey to end because it would mean they would be going back to their own ordinary dull lives. The feelings they had for one another was more than just liking each other as friends. They were falling for each other in the short time they were together.

Evening came and they were still at the truck stop. They were in no hurry to leave as they enjoyed each others company out and away from the big rig. Plus Big Joe had his reasons to linger and made up an excuse to Travis as to why they were still there.

The sun had already set an hour before and they were taking a leisurely walk around the perimeter of the truck stop. A full moon shined bright and all the stars were out, brightening up the dark sky and they both remarked on what a beautiful night it was.

"This cool night air is making me tired," Travis uttered softly. "I think I will go to the rig and rest for a bit. Are you coming?"

"I'll be along soon, baby," Joe said softly. " I want to hang with the other truckers for a bit and catch up on some news. Okay?"

"Okay," Travis said, smiling as he nodded his head. He understood what Joe's job entailed. "I know this is all a part of your job. I'm pretty sure how it all works with shipments, deliveries and whatnot."

Joe gave a grin. "Baby, you're starting to know me better than I do myself."

"I'm not so sure about that," Travis replied. "Go on. Do what you have to do. I'll wait for you no matter how long it'll take."

"Thanks baby," Joe said softly. "I'll try not to take too long."

Joe gave Travis the keys to the semi and watched as Travis went to the rig and climbed up inside, then he walked away. Inside the rig, Travis grabbed a book he had bought in the shop of the truck stop and crawled into the sleeper and turned the overhead light on and started to read.

Big Joe spent less than five minutes catching up on the latest news in the trucking business. Then decided to check out the new gym. He had to leave through the side of the building to the outside and work his way to the back of the building to get to the gym. On his way to the gym he heard a woman in distress, screaming and he went to check it out but remained in the shadows of the night.

Big Joe ran the long length of the truck stop to the opposite side. Just as he rounded the corner he saw a man with a woman. He could tell it wasn't consensual as the man held the woman up against the brick building, beating and raping her. There was very little light shining from a nearby pole light. But it was enough light for Joe to see who the man was. It was Randall Drayer, the store manager who was fired only several hours before.

Casually, Joe began walking toward them. That was just about the time, Randall looked up to see Big Joe's face coming into the light and their eyes met. At that point, everything seemed to go in slow motion. Both men glared and snarled at one another as their eyes locked on each other. But Big Joe said nothing and kept on walking past them. And Randall, he never stopped pumping in and out of the woman he was raping. After he came inside her, he snapped the woman's neck, killing her instantly. He did however take a mental note that he would take care of Big Joe later to keep him from talking.

Thinking about his ravenous need to feed, Big Joe headed for the gym. He was already near the back door that led down a flight a stairs to the gym room which had been recently constructed in the basement of the truck stop. He opened the door and took a deep breath through his nose, causing his nostrils to flare and finding the aroma of fresh blood and testosterone. He sensed the presence of three large males in the gym and he smiled deviously and began his descent down the stairs, locking the door with his mind. At the foot of the stairs, he took a right and was inside the gym.

Big Joe was quiet when he entered the room. The scent of their bodies reeked to the high heavens of testosterone. He could sense their hearts pumping hard and fast, their blood rushing through their veins. Joe licked his lips with anticipation as it was sending him into a frenzy of imminent hunger. He was anxious to sink his teeth into their necks.

The men paid him no mind as they kept to themselves and to their workout. With his mind, Joe was able to see a layout of rooms throughout the downstairs. There were three; obviously the gym room, a game room, which was empty and then a furnace room. Their was also a fourth room in a far corner which was used for storage.

Big Joe entered the furnace room unseen. Inside, their was other mechanical equipment as well, but the furnace was incredibly large. It was a coal furnace and being late in the fall and heading fast into winter it was running full blaze. The room was like a sauna but without the steam and very hot. The small amount of light in the room was perfect for him.

In a few short moments, he would be feeding off the three men one at a time. He would revel in the sensation it would do to his body; making him larger, stronger, and powerful then ever. He also decided that with each time he would toss each depleted body into the fiery furnace then watch as they go up in flames and disintegrate into ash.

He went to the opening of the door and stood just inside. He was able to create enough attention with one of the men, without distracting the other two. His eyes locked with the man and instantly, the man stopped what he was doing as he was caught up in an immediate trance and instantly went to him.

Out of sight, Big Joe was quick as he pierced the man's neck with his large encrusted fangs. The man gave a slight muffled moan as he held Joe's head in place, pulling him closer. Big Joe clamped down even harder, increasing the flow of blood as he drank thirstily. Joe pulled the man against him, taking his time while he felt the man's body weakening, and after several minutes, Joe had completely drained the man of his life.

The second victim began exactly as it did with the first one. The total submission of the victim was the same as the first and Joe drained the man to total dryness then tossed the second body into the furnace.

Lastly, he lured the remaining man into the room. This man was even bigger than the other two and a lot stronger. In fact, the man was even bigger than Joe, much bigger. Joe marveled at the sight of the huge muscle man. Grinning deviously, Joe knew he was going to take much pleasure in draining this man of his life while his would became even more broader and stronger.

He was quick as he lunged for the man's neck, holding him captive in a tight embrace. The man groaned in pain, pleading for his life as he struggled hard to free himself. For as strong as he was and as hard as he tried, the man could not budge from Joe's grip. Joe clamped his jaw down even harder on the man's neck, feeling the rushing flow of the man's life flowing more freely than he had anticipated. He could feel the adrenaline and the testosterone rising in his body as his victim practically shriveled up like a prune, just like his other victims had, never wasting a single drop. Then into the fiery furnace the last body went.

Big Joe breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling hard, feeling the intense heat envelope him. He was even more stronger and more powerful than ever. His clothing had become tighter on his body as he had filled out everywhere, becoming thicker, broader, and looking more healthier than he had in years. He even noticed his jeans felt tighter around the crotch area prompting him to undo his jeans. With one hand he took a firm hard hold onto his cock and his balls with the other. Much to his delight, he found his balls a lot heavier than before, feeling heavier and fuller, causing his grin to broaden as he thought of Travis.

He tucked everything back into his jeans, zipped up and fastened them. Then he emerged from the furnace room. Seeing the coast was clear, like a flash of lightning he left the gym and was up the stairs. Then he opened the door and stepped out into the dark night. He made an abrupt stop as he heard footsteps coming towards him. He stood for a moment longer when a familiar face came into view.

"Just the man I was looking for," came a very snideful, arrogant voice. "We need to have a talk old man about what you saw earlier," barked Randall, giving Big Joe a dastardly look.

"What do you want, boy?" Big Joe answered just the same. He wasn't about to let some slick hot shot discourage him. He knew what he could do to someone like Randall and it wouldn't be nice either but decided to challenge him and see how far it would go.

Randall was a tall, good looking, strapping young man in his mid-twenties. He had dark wavy black hair and he kept it pulled back in a ponytail and had a five o'clock shadow. He was big but not as big as Big Joe. He was a muscular, six foot two inch, rough-neck with a square jaw and soft, pouty lips, and covered with tattoo's.

"You're going to keep your fucking mouth shut about what you fucking saw," Randall seethed, pointing a finger at Big Joe and poking him in the chest.

Big Joe gave a slight chuckle. "And if I fucking don't, what are you gonna fucking do about it sissy boy? Because that is what you are. Any man who beats and rapes any woman is not a real man. Their sissy boys just like you."

Randall is seething mad as his face is beet red and pacing back and forth in anger. Then he stands directly in front of Big Joe, glaring him in the eye. "Man, you better fucking shut up before I fucking shut you up," he spats.

Big Joe's eyes narrowed, focused and locked onto Randall's eyes, staring deeply into them. "I was just on my way to the gym. Care to join me?"

"I think not," Randall spats once more.

Big Joe's stare penetrated deeper into Randall's mind and immediately Randall's attitude had completely changed, almost somber like.

"Well, on second thought, maybe I will join you," Randall's expression had immediately changed and his tone was softer as he replied.

"After you," Big Joe smiled deviously. He loved messing with his victims minds telepathically and putting them into a trance. It's what always worked best for him.

Randall went ahead as he began to descend the stairs. Joe was right behind him as he quietly locked the entrance door with his mind once more, then followed Randall down the stairs. As they entered the gym room, Randall found the door to the furnace room wide open.

"Why is that door open?" Randall said. "It should not be open."

"I don't know," Joe said with a straight face. He had opened the door with his mind before they reached the foot of the stairs. "Would you like me to check it out?"

"No. I can do it." Randall replied as he moved closer towards the door. "Hello?" He yelled. "Whoever you are, you should not be in there."

Randall poked his head into the furnace room, finding it empty. "Well no one's here. I wonder why the door was unlocked and opened?" He closed and locked the door.

When Randall turned back to Joe, Joe was standing in front of him completely nude. Joe's clothes were on a pile on the floor. Randall was immediately caught off guard and completely mesmerized by the sight of Joe's ebony colored muscular nude body. Big Joe now had Randall exactly where he wanted him.

"Beat's me," Joe shrugged his shoulders, then changing the subject. "Hey, let's forget about everything and start over, okay? I'd really like to make it up to you," Joe said, taking a seductive step forward.

"Oh yeah." Randall said nervously and gulped down a hard lump that was growing in his throat as he was fixated on Joe's body. "And . . . uh . . . how would you . . . uh . . . plan to uh . . . do that," he stammered. He cleared his throat as he was staring Joe in the eye.

Joe smiled that devious smile one more time. He took several steps towards Randall, causing him to step back and he hit the wall behind him. Immediately, Joe pressed his body against Randall's, pinning him against the wall. He dipped his head, pressing his lips to Randall's neck. He opened his mouth, licking the soft supple skin where he could feel the pulsing, throbbing heart beat as the blood coursed through his veins, causing Randall to moan with ecstasy.

Joe took widespread hands up and down the front of Randall's clothed body. Suddenly, the sounds of shredding and tearing filled the room as he tore the shirt right off Randall. When he reached the top of Randall's trouser's, he yanked them down, causing Randall to gasp as he was not wearing any briefs. His hard six inch dick sprang free.

"Ohhhh, going commando, I see," Joe grinned. He picked Randall up off his feet by the neck, bringing him to his level. "I'm going to rape you and you're gonna enjoy it," Big Joe seethed with anger that filled his every being. "Just like that poor woman you raped and killed tonight."

"No! No, you can't do this!" Randall pleaded. His body begins to shake vehemently as his eyes are locked on Big Joe's stare. He is quickly drawn into Big Joe's realm of sex, lust, and passion that he loses all cognitive perception of his mind while Big Joe takes utter control over his entire being.

"Did you stop when that girl pleaded with you to stop?" Big Joe glared at him. His focus on Randall was firm and volatile. "Did you?!" Joe yelled loudly, demanding an answer.

"N-N-N-No," Randall stuttered low, barely in a whisper, now frightened of his outcome.

"What's that? I didn't quite hear you." Big Joe was furious as he was filled with a rage and he growled. He gripped Randall's throat tighter causing his eyes to widen in fear.

"No. No I did not stop," Randall spoke up, shaking violently as he lowered his head, not wanting to look into Joe's eyes anymore. He didn't like what he was seeing when he was looking into Big Joe's eyes. He saw pure hatred and evil.

"Look at me!" Big Joe demanded assertively. Randall lifted his head and looked into Big Joe's eyes. "You want me," Big Joe hissed. "You want my big fat black cock up your ass," Joe demanded insistently, glaring into his eyes.

Randall, a womanizing straight as they come heterosexual swallowed hard before answering. "Yessss," Randall replied, almost pleadingly in his trance like state. "I need it bad."

The entire time Big Joe was fully dressed. He was only making Randall's minds eye see him in all his glory. Joe unzipped his jeans and pulled his already harden, stiff black snake out of the confines of his jeans.

"Then what are we waiting for," Big Joe snickered. "Sit on my cock, boy," Joe barked, turning as he sat on a bench along the wall.

Randall stood over Big Joe, facing him as he lowered himself onto Big Joe's cock. Randall feels the enormous cock head pressing against his wet sphincter. Then he slid down onto the massive black shaft as it entered him, causing him to cry out.

"Oh fuck, your cock is so fucking big," Randall cried out. He tried to rise off of the massive intruder but his body was working against him as he pushed more of his weight down. He felt his sphincter opening wider as he took more of Big Joe's massive black cock up his ass. "Please take it out. It fucking hurts!"

"Did you take it out when she said it was hurting her?" Big Joe growled. "Did you?!"

All Randall could do was shake his head no without a word. Then in one brazen move, Big Joe pulled Randall down fully onto his cock as it tore right into him.

"YEOOWW!!!! UUUGGGHHH!!!!" Randall screamed out in excruciating pain. "FUCK! TAKE IT OUT!!" he wailed, his stretched colon convulsed around Joe's massive cock.

"Shut the fuck up," Big Joe seethed through his teeth. His eyes remained locked with Randall's as he held onto him and was force fucking him and giving him a taste of his own medicine all the while listening to him screaming and pleading to stop.

"Did you stop when you were raping that girl?" Big Joe hissed as he held Randall down and thrusting hard and deep into him. "How do you like it, bitch? Yeah, that's what you are now. You're a fucking bitch!"

Still messing with his mind, Joe makes the pain disappear. Randall takes a deep sigh of relief as he no longer feels any pain. Instead, he begins to feel an incredibly intense pleasure rising throughout his body as he responds with lust and desire. He moves on instinct, as he begins to slowly rise up and down on Big Joe's massive black member.

"Yeah, that's it! Now you're getting into it," Big Joe encouraged him. "Move that ass up and down. Ride that fucking cock, sissy boy! Take it deep and hard!" He yelled.

Randall did as he was commanded and began to quicken his down-thrust, feeling his ass opening wider to the huge girth. His eyes were tightly closed and his eyebrows were closely knit together. His jaw was tightly clenched and he breathed deeply with his cheeks puffed out. His face, was beet red and hot to the touch, and he was moaning loudly as he began to enjoy the massive intruder that was wedged deep inside him.

Soon Joe was moving in and out with a vengeance, tearing into Randall's ass with ferocity and stamina. His orgasm begins to rise quickly as he had hoped it would. His eyes were focused on Randall's face, whose head was whipping from side to side and his body went rigid as he spewed cum, clear up between his pecs and even into his hair.

Randall shook and shivered from his own orgasm when he felt Big Joe releasing a torrent of hot cum into his bowels and he threw his head back, moaning with gratifying pleasure. Perfect, timing Joe thought as his tongue was darting in and out with a snake like fashion. He licked his lips frantically, as his large encrusted fangs had come into view.

Big Joe took a firm hold onto Randall's head and sank his teeth into his neck, causing Randall to cry out in a state of passion. Big Joe took little blood from him when he decided to switch things up and do something different this time instead of killing him.

He had learned years back how a single bite of shared blood could change a person's life. He felt very wicked thinking of it but liked the idea and what it would do to Randall. Big Joe bit into his own wrist, drawing blood and pressed it to Randall's mouth, who immediately began to drink from Big Joe's wrist and getting a mouthful of blood. Immediately, Joe pulled his wrist away, pricked his thumb with his fang and circled his bloody finger over the bite mark and soon the bite mark disappeared.

"Randall, look me in the eyes," Joe began in an intense firm tone. "Look at me," he demanded, and their eyes met in a trance like stare.

"You will no longer have any desire for any women. You will only have incredible intense sexual desire for strong, muscular men with big cocks. From now on you WILL be a gay man until your dying day. You will only love having big cocks up your ass and getting fucked and dominated. You will even love sucking on a man's cock and eating his cum. In fact you will love being with any man, black or white, so much so it's all you will ever think about. You will ache for it each time. Morning, day, and night, you will have an incredible need for any man's cock in your ass and in your mouth." He paused for a moment, letting everything sink into Randall's mind. "Do you understand?"

"Yes!" Randall replied, accepting his new lifestyle. "I am a gay man. I love cock. I need cock. Morning, day, and night I will desire any man who will fuck me and dominate me."

"Wonderful," Joe exclaimed. "You are now a gay man with sexual needs for other men," Big Joe declared. "You may wake up now."

Randall jerked his head back and realized he was straddling Joe's lap and had his cock wedged up inside him. It was the best feeling he ever had, he told himself.

"Oh fuck, I love your cock inside me stud." Randall cried out. "I love how it feels inside me."

"I'm happy for you." Joe said, wearing a wide grin. "Now get the fuck off me," he demanded once again.

Randall rose off Big Joe and stood on shaky knees and felt Joe's seed, running down the inside of both his legs. He reached down and swiped some with his fingers and licked it off, smacked his lips together finding it tasty and went back for more.

Big Joe zipped up.

"When can I see you again?" Randall pleaded as he dressed. He was desperate to be with Joe again and his tone sounded a bit on the needy side. "You were fucking incredible."

"I'm not sure," Joe replied. "But I guarantee the next guy that comes in that door will want a piece of that ass of yours. You have a hot pussy, boy."

'Thanks," Randall beamed happily. "I love cock! I love getting fucked!" He squealed with excitement and enthusiasm. "Morning, noon, and night! I will have some cock!"

"I'm sure you will," Big Joe grinned. "Well, I have to be going now." Joe said to him. "Thanks for the fuck."

"Anytime stud. Anytime." Randall wore a big smile, aiming to please. "And thank you. I really enjoyed it. See ya."

Big Joe nodded his head and left. When he was ascending the staircase, he unlockd the door and it flung open and he saw one of his old buddies. He was a big brute of a man and just as big a man as Big Joe and hung like a horse. The man was Mexican and Latin mixed and his name was Jorge Rodriguez.

"Hey there, Jorge. How's it going?" Big Joe greeted as he met him at the top of the staircase.

"I'm a gooda Bigga Joe. How 'bout you self?" Jorge said in a gruff deep voice. His accent was a bit broken as he spoke more Mexican then he did English, but he did very well enunciating his words.

He took a step back, allowing Big Joe to emerge from the opened door.

"Couldn't be better," Joe said cheerfully. "Just had a great workout down in the gym." He added with a wide grin and extended his hand.

"Me heading there myself mi amigo," Jorge responded back as they shared a firm handshake.

"Awesome," Big Joe grinned. "Hey. There's a great piece of ass down there. Make sure you tell your friends about him."

"Dulce! (Sweet!) Voy a aprovechar algo de eso (I'll take some of that,)" Jorge said excitedly in Spanish, as he couldn't contain himself. He tended to speak in his own tongue when filled with excitement. "He tenido bolas azules durante meses. (I've had blue balls for months). Necesito una buena mierda ahora. (I need a good fuck about now.)"

Big Joe knew what Jorge was saying as he had dabbled in Spanish for a time. "He likes it rough and hard. He wants to be every man's bitch," Big Joe says with a wink and a wide grin, exhibiting confidence and assurance.

"Really?!" Jorge said with wide eyes and grinning ear to ear. "Dulce! No puedo esperar mas! (I can't wait any longer!) Tengo algo que hacer! (I have some fucking to do!)" Jorge claps his hands excitedly. "Later mi amigo!" He yells over his shoulder as he's sprinting down the stairs.

"Go get em, big guy." Big Joe shouts, then gives out a boisterous laugh.

Big Joe stands there a moment longer, holding the door ajar, listening closely. Soon he hears sounds of sex and pleasure followed by sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, knowing Jorge was fucking Randall good and hard. He smiled deviously, knowing he had just made a straight man into a man whore for other men. He closed the door and walked away, whistling happily.

When he reached the semi, he climbed up inside, closing the driver's side door as quietly as he could so he wouldn't waken Travis. He poked his head into the sleeper, finding a very nude Travis wide awake and reading a book.

"Hey there Baby Boy," Big Joe said with a big smile, his eyes sparkling. "I thought you'd be asleep."

"Nope," Travis smiled at him. He marked the page, closed it, then tossed the book aside. "I was waiting up for you, Big Daddy. I was starting to miss you."

"You were?" Big Joe said surprisingly. He crawled into the sleeper and began removing his clothing. "Just how much were you missing me, baby?" He asked, removing the last article of clothing he had on.

"Let me show you," Travis spoke soft and seductively.

He ran his fingers slowly up the very dark, very hard, hairy, and muscular body, to the very broad and thick shoulders. "Good heavens, it's like you've doubled in size!" Travis exclaimed.

"I'm still the same size, baby," Joe lied. In fact he had doubled in size from the three men he had depleted earlier.

"Even so, you're still incredibly hot and sexy." Travis said, smiling at him. "I love touching you, feeling your big strong muscles."

Big Joe snickered. "Yes I remember you telling me in the shower. I'm your black stallion remember?"

"Mmmhmm," Travis answered as he was fondling Big Joe's black member and sucking on one of his nipples.

Joe gently lifted Travis' chin and pressed their lips together as they began to make out. He wrapped his arms around Travis and slowly pushed him down onto the mattress, placing his weight on top of him. He centered himself above Travis, who had invitingly opened his legs to him. Soon, Travis felt the massive bulbous head pressing agonizingly at his sphincter. The pressure gave way and Joe began pushing his massive black mammoth inside him.

"Ohhhhh," Travis moaned heavily, feeling the imminent, exquisite pressure as it was sliding into him and stretching him wide open.

Instantly, Travis locked his legs around Big Joe's waist, pulling Big Joe's massive black member deeper into him and they both moan in unison. Their lips part, and Big Joe journeyed up Travis neck to an earlobe and began nibbling on it as Travis could feel the steady puffs of air on the side of his face. Slowly, Big Joe began nibbling, kissing and licking in the curve of Travis neck. Once again, he finds Travis' sensitive spot, causing Travis to slightly shiver.

Travis became a puddle of goose bumps and lets out a guttural moan of pleasure. He lets his hands roam Big Joe's back. With his fingers he feels the massive rippling muscles beneath his dark ebony skin, enjoying what this big brute of a man was doing to him.

Then Big Joe reached and pulled Travis' legs up, locking them in the crooks of his elbows. Travis felt his body doubling up, his knees pressing against the sides of his chest, completely helpless, and yet was soaring high with pure unadulterated lust for this man who brought him such pleasure.

Travis writhed beneath as he felt Joe's enormous black member moving in and out with gusto. For some reason, Travis thought Joe's cock felt much bigger inside him than the last time they had sex. Together their moans increased as Big Joe was strong and intent as he moved his hips tenaciously. Their was an eagerness about them as they moved together with enthusiasm. The intense passion they had for each other was smoldering as time passed.

Every thrust forced them closer to the edge. Big Joe quickened his pace while sweat was pouring from his glistening ebony colored body. Travis held onto him for dear life as they cried out in unison as they came together.

"Oh fuck me! Fuck me Big Daddy," Travis beseeched him, feeling his orgasm rising quickly. He knew he wasn't going to last a moment longer and then it happened. His cock erupted between them, smearing cum between their hot sweaty bodies. He shook and shuddered as he came, screaming out in a full state of passion, lust, and ecstasy.

Big Joe growled deeply. His hips moved with quicker strokes. Travis could feel the massive black cock moving inside him, stretching his insides to the maximum.

"Fuck! Here it comes! Oh yeah! Take my fucking load!" Big Joe screamed out and within seconds his cock was jettisoning thick geysers of hot semen deep into Travis' gut.

They panted heavily as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking with sweet kisses and soft caresses. Joe lifted his head and stared lovingly down into Travis' eyes.

"What do you say we hit the road and put some miles between this place?"

"Where ever you go, I go," Travis replied with a smile.

"I like that idea," Big Joe smiled, and spoke as softly as his deep baritone voice could. He dipped his head and they pressed their lips together as they kissed some more.

It wasn't long afterwards when Joe lifted his body off of Travis and crawled out of the bunker and into the driver's seat, butt ass naked. Travis was right behind him as he moved up front with him.

Big Joe turned the ignition as the engine rolled over, causing the entire cab to shake. He drove around the building then pressed his foot harder on the gas pedal as they sped out onto the highway, looking for adventure.

Travis settled next to Big Joe with an arm around him. His eyes scanned Big Joe from his head down to his cock and then back up again. There was something different about him, Travis thought but couldn't figure out what it was. He leaned in and began kissing, licking, and sucking on Joe's neck and down to his chest, where the course black hairs on Big Joe's chest and stomach tickled his lips.

"Mmmm, Baby Boy, that feels so good," Joe moaned, grinning happily. Every now and then he would take his eyes off the road and glance down, watching as Travis began to pleasure his huge member.

Travis shifted his weight, lying face down on the bench seat. He reached out, taking the hard ebony cock into his hand, lifting it as it stood like a sequoia; tall, mighty, and proud. His eyes grew big with excitement and eagerness. He opened his mouth wide, wedging the oversize glans between his lips and began sucking, licking and stroking on the delicious black cock.

Big Joe gave a contented moan of pleasure while Travis was sucking on his behemoth of a cock. Occasionally he'd glance down, watching Travis bobbing his head up and down, licking and stroking while droplets of pre-cum came to the surface which were quickly swiped away with Travis' tongue. To Big Joe, it was like watching a starving baby calf eagerly suckling milk from its mother.

With one hand on the wheel, Big Joe took a firm hold onto Travis' head with his free hand, pushing for Travis to take more. Travis eagerly took several more inches into his mouth, pushing the massive member further into his throat. Their was still much more to take, as Travis struggled to take more of it. He was intent on taking it all into his mouth, just like he had done before. But this time, their seemed to be a lot more to take. Yet, he pushed on until his nose was buried in his pubes.

"Arghhhh! That's it baby boy! Suck my cock!" Big Joe encouraged him with a deep growl.

Travis bobbed his head up and down on the massive shaft, as Joe's pubes tickled his nose. He wrapped his lips as tight as he could around the wider base and was sucking harder as his head bobbed up and down with short strokes. Slowly, he eased off of it as he began working on his knob, licking and stroking, probing in his deep, salty piss slit for more of the juice that was bubbling up from his monstrous nuts.

Travis could hear Big Joe breathing heavily, knowing he was about to erupt.

"Oh yeah! Fuck! Daddy's gonna blow!" Joe hollered. "ARGHHH!" He left out a piercing screech as his seed began blasting into Travis' mouth.

Travis moaned happily as he gulped down every drop of cum blasting into his mouth. The flow increased as more erupted and Travis dutifully swallowed the thick creamy load as it spewed down his throat and into his gullet. Travis pulled his mouth off the monstrous black cock and slowly inched his way between the steering wheel when Big Joe spoke up.

"Careful, Baby," Joe said, watching the road while Travis maneuvered his legs on either side of him, straddling his waist.

Travis worked his hips until he felt the pressure of the enormous cock at his anal ring once more. He scrunched up his face, feeling the imminent pressure of the monstrous black snake pushing against his sphincter for the second time that night. He bore down, feeling his puckered rosebud stretching wide to accommodate the massive intruder and then the sudden pop as the large head breached its passage way once more.

"AHH! AHH! OHH" Travis moaned, pushing his weight down on the massive intruder as it moved deeper, stretching his colon even wider.

Then a sudden jolt of the semi sent the remainder of Big Joe's cock deep inside when they hit a pothole in the road. The movement was so forceful Travis thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head as it caused them both to shout out in ecstasy.

Travis breathed heavily through his mouth, exhaling forcefully, his cheeks puffing out with every exhale as he felt the stabbing penetration of Big Joe's cock sliding into him deeper and deeper. Travis found he did not have to move his hips too much as the motion of the semi manipulated their movements with quick hard jabs to his prostrate.

Joe licked his lips as his large encrusted fangs had come into view from the sudden jolt. It didn't take long for him to retract his fangs once he calmed down. But, fueled by his excitement and feeling his cock moving deeper inside of Travis was throwing him into a whirlwind of lust and passion.

Big Joe hissed amorously. "Feels good doesn't it, Baby Boy?" Big Joe's deep baritone voice was alluring and seductive as he spoke.

"It feels so fucking awesome, Big Daddy." Travis cooed. He could definitely feel the immense hard-on inside him as the semi maneuvered his movements. For some reason it felt bigger inside him this time as it moved deeper into his gut.

The semi hit a few more pot holes, sending Travis over the edge as he shook and shuddered as his cock spewed cum every where. His hoarse rough cries tore from his throat as the orgasm overtook his entire being.

"Relax, Baby Boy," Big Joe whispered seductively into Travis' ear. "Lean your head back and put your legs down."

Travis panted as he shifted his weight, causing his legs to move like jello. He hadn't realized how much Big Joe had such an incredible impact on him since they had met almost two weeks before. It was as if he was losing authority over all his senses while Big Joe had utterly taken control over his mind, soul, and body. He listened closely to the sound of Big Joe's voice, coaching him, only enticing him on even more.

"That's it, Baby Boy. That's it. You're doing good. Pretend you're driving," whispered Big Joe said as softly as his deep rough voice could. "That's my good boy," Joe grinned pridefully, speaking with authority. "You feeling all right now?"

"Yes Big Daddy," were the only three words that escaped Travis' mouth.

With both their hands on the steering wheel and setting the cruise control, Big Joe smiled deviously as his inner demon was slowly dissipating while is orgasm was quickly rising. He was coming closer and closer to his climax, but yet as hard as he tried to hold off, he couldn't

"Fuck!" Big Joe hollered. "Fuck! I'm gonna blow Baby Boy. I'm gonna fucking blow!" He gritted through his clenched teeth as his cock erupted deep inside, filling Travis' gut to the brim.

"Oh fuck! Oh yeah! I feel it, Big Daddy!" Travis squealed with delight. "I feel your cum filling me up! Oh it feels so good!"

For more than five minutes, Big Joe's cock kept up with a steady flow as his nuts continued to empty its contents into Travis' gut. Not once had the semi lost control while Big Joe and Travis endured powerful orgasms behind the wheel. After a while, silence fills the cab of the truck.

"You okay Baby Boy? You're pretty quiet?" Big Joe says in a low tone at Travis' ear, and then gives him a soft kiss, just below his ear.

"I 'm okay, Daddy. Just tired," Travis smiles sleepily. "I can't believe I spent an hour behind the wheel of this semi-eighteen wheeler and riding your massive cock at the same time."

Big Joe laughed kindheartedly. "Stranger things have happened, Baby," Big Joe's voice was soft and seductive. Keeping an eye on the road, he kisses the side of Travis' neck. His tongue glided softly over the soft supple skin where he felt the steady pounding of his heart and listening to the rushing flow of blood through his veins.

"Mmmm, that feels good," Travis purred contentedly.

Travis sits there motionless, feeling the massive black mammoth throbbing steadily inside him, like a heart beat. He feels an over abundance of warmth in his gut, knowing Big Joe had delivered gargantuan amounts of semen deep inside. Thoughtlessly, he softly rubs his stomach, feeling a slight knot just above his naval, and quirks a smile. He leans his head back onto Big Joe's left shoulder, staring out the window. He closed his eyes, not wanting to move as fatigue and contentment overtook him. Soon, he falls asleep.

"Sleep my love, sleep." Big Joe encourages him as he induces Travis into a deep and restful sleep.

Throughout the next two days, their bodies move together slowly and rhythmically from the moving semi as it was now entering Washington State. For Big Joe, it was the thrill of a lifetime. He hadn't a reason to stop until he was ready for Travis to wake up, and in the meantime he would still get his jollies while he was behind the wheel. The eighteen-wheeler moved fast and steady up the west coast and into Oregon. The bounces, bumps, and jolts of the road caused Big Joe to climax more times than he could count.

By mid evening of the second day, Big Joe had moved Travis to the sleeping compartment. He was in desperate need to feed after not having any blood for four days. He had found a new gym that was larger than he had ever saw before. He had toured the grounds and was familiarizing himself with the place and was even picking out the biggest and best of his victims.

That night was like a smorgasbord of testosterone. Big Joe fed off of five men. He soon came to realize that the more he feeds in one night not only makes him stronger and more powerful but more enticing and attractive as ever. Then he would discard the bodies where they could never be found. Big Joe was always good at finding the most inconspicuous places. Either it was over a deep ravine, or deep in the forests, his victims were never found while whatever was left of them were eaten and devoured by wild animals.

There was just something about him that night that he couldn't figure out. It was like he couldn't satisfy his ravenous appetite for blood and testosterone. Before sun-up he had made several more stops and had drained a total of twelve men to depletion then discarding their dried up bodies where they could never be found. They never could be found anyway nor be identified as Big Joe was very careful and very tenacious with every move that he made. And still Travis had not caught on to him, at least that's what he had hoped.

When he returned to the semi afterwards, instead of waking Travis to have sex, he placed himself behind the wheel and started up the engine and pulled out onto the highway. After several miles he decided to awaken Travis.

"Baby boy, it's time to wake up now," Big Joe softly coaxed him from his slumber.

He heard Travis toss and turn and then he emerged from the sleeping compartment. "How long was I asleep?" he asked. He looks out the windows and its pitch black. He glances at his watch and its almost midnight.

"Two days, Baby Boy." said Big Joe. "I figured you might want to stop and get something to eat. You need your strength."

"Yeah, I would think so," Travis said a bit agitated as he climbed to the front of the cab. He hadn't bothered even putting on any clothes.

"What's wrong Baby boy?" Big Joe wanted to know. "You sound a little pissed."

"Because I am," Travis barked. "Why am I sleeping so much and why for so long?"

"I don't know," Big Joe lied. "Maybe its the lull of the truck that does it." His voice goes low almost into a soothing relaxed tone.

"I'm sorry Daddy," Travis says soothingly. "I didn't mean to bark at you."

"It's all right Baby boy," Big Joe sighs. "We're soon at the end of our journey."

"Any signs of any truck stops?" Travis asks. He was in need to shower and fill his starving belly that began to growl.

"There's one about several or more miles up the road," Big Joe said, glancing over at Travis and giving him a smile, thinking just how beautiful he is.

"What?" Travis returned the smile. "Something wrong?"

"None at all, Baby boy," Big Joe grinned. "None at all."

Big Joe reaches out for Travis, who allows himself to be pulled into Big Joe's large solid bulk. Travis sits on one foot with his arm around Big Joe's shoulder. His eyes scan Big Joe's frame and then the structure of his face. He had strong cheekbones and a strong square like chin, all covered with a neatly trimmed beard. He had startlingly sparkling brown eyes, and lashes so long that they almost created a breeze when he blinked.

Travis leans in closely and kissed Joe's jaw, feeling the sharpness of Big Joe's beard on his sensitive lips, then he kissed his ear. With his free hand, Travis begins to unbutton Big Joe's shirt and reaches inside as he lets his fingers softly caress over the strong, solid, hair covered black chest.

"Mmmmm, Baby Boy you're making it hard for me to concentrate on the road," Big Joe says breathily and seductively.

"Mmmhmm," Travis murmured, kissing and licking Big Joe's neck while nibbling on his ear. He reaches down and begins to fondle the hard throbbing bulge in Big Joe's jeans.

Big Joe gives a soft moan as he watches the road while he's driving. He's enjoying the gratifying pleasure Travis is giving to him. Ahead, he sees the truck stop and pulls into the parking lot. As always, he pulls into the farthest parking spot and turns off the engine. As soon as he turns the engine off, he tosses Travis into the sleeper and takes a leap over the back of the seat.

For over an hour they have wild passionate sex. Their hot sweaty bodies move in unison with each other as they share hot smoldering tongue bashing kisses. Travis was moaning and screaming like a virgin when his orgasm overtook him, driving him over the edge all the while Big Joe was thrusting hard and fast into him.

Big Joe's breathing grew forced and he was growling insistently, when he fell forward, hands spread, elbows locked. When he came, he came with such force, then collapsed heavily onto Travis as he shook and shuddered.

After they had calmed down from their fiery passion, they dressed, grabbed their bags and went inside the truck stop. Big Joe made all the arrangements and paid for the use of the showers. They showered first, together, and then they both went into the restaurant part of the truck-stop and ate a hearty meal. They talked as they ate when Big Joe saw a familiar face nearby. It was his good friend Jorge. They're eyes met and they both nodded, giving a silent greeting to each other. Travis looked to see who Big Joe was nodding to.

"Who's that handsome fella?" Travis said almost cheerfully and with wide eyes, instantly liking what he was seeing.

"Just an ole' trucking buddy I know," said Big Joe. "And put them eyes back in your head. You belong to me now and nobody else."

"My, aren't we a little jealous," Travis chuckled. "Trust me my black stallion after being with you, I don't need to look any further."

Big Joe gave him a wide smile. "That's what I like to hear, Baby Boy."

They finished their dinner and decided to head out, when Jorge stopped Big Joe at the door.

"Hello mi amigo. May I have word with you?" Jorge asked, and then looked towards Travis. "Alone, mi amigo."

"Sure. Sure thing, my friend," Big Joe smiled at him. He turned to Travis. "I'll be along momentarily, Travis."

"Take your time," Travis smiled. "I'll be in the truck."

Once Travis left them Jorge and Big Joe decided to walk around the perimeter of the building as they talked.

"What's up my friend?" Big Joe inquired as they went out a side door.

"It's about da last time I saw you, amigo," Jorge blurts out. "After you left, I fuck dat amigo you were telling me about."

"Oh yeah," Big Joe grinned broadly, immediately thinking of Randall Drayer. The image of that night entered his mind after a week it happened. "What did you think of him?"

"Ohhhh! What a piece of ass." Jorge's eyes lit up with excitement. "I fuck him hard for long time. Came like buckets inside him. It was fucking intense, amigo. When I finish, I turn around and there's like twelve other amigo's in da room."

"What!" Big Joe's eyes widened in shock, stopping in his tracks. He couldn't believe what he was hearing and began to laugh.

"Yah! Yah!" Jorge blurted out, his eyes wide with excitement. "Couldn't believe it, mi amigo. I stay, watch em all fuck him, dump their loads in him, den I take his ass again." Jorge clapped his hands together with much excitement.

Big Joe was laughing wholeheartedly, as he was picturing the image of Randall in an orgy with twelve other men. "How long did it last?"

They began walking again as they continued talking.

"Ohhhh! I not sure, amigo," Jorge shook his head. "I leave at three in morning and he was still getting it up da ass. He was screaming and begging for more, amigo. I fuck him four separate times 'fore I left."

"You're fucking kidding me," Big Joe blurts out, wide eyed and grinning from ear to ear.

"No mi amigo," Jorge says honestly. "He one fucking cum slut whore!"

Big Joe laughed, and patted Jorge on the back. "That he is, my friend. That he is."

Big Joe looks ahead and sees they are nearing his semi.

"I see you with someone," Jorge treads carefully, not wanting to overstep his boundaries but still maintain a decent decorum of respect for his friend. "Ehhhh, Travis is what you call him?"

"Yes," Big Joe smiles. "I was having dinner with a friend."

"He very bootiful," Jorge says with a smile. "You lucky to have bootiful friend."

"Yes I am," Big Joe says softly. "He keeps me company."

"You, uh, fucking him," Jorge inquires, sheepishly. "I wouldn't blame you if you are. I know how lonely it gets on da road."

"As a matter of fact I am," Big Joe grins. "I never knew what it was like fucking a man's ass until I met him."

"It's okay, amigo," Jorge grins. "You secret is safe with me."

"I appreciate that my friend." says Big Joe.

"Well, I best be going," Jorge says. "I jest wanted to tell you about dat night."

"I'm glad you did," Big Joe says with a smile and extends his hand. "Take care my friend."

They shake hands.

"You too mi amigo," Jorge says as he walks away.

By that time they reach the driver's side of the semi. They say their good-byes and Joe watches as Jorge goes to his own eighteen-wheeler. He opens the driver's side door. He climbs up and hops inside, placing himself behind the wheel. He starts up the engine, pulls the truck into gear and pulls out onto the highway.

Travis pokes his head out from the sleeper, yawning. He had awakened from taking a short nap. He jumps over the back and places himself beside Big Joe. They spend another entire week on the road, approaching their destination closer and closer. Another two weeks, they would be in Seattle. Travis added up the weeks he was with Big Joe, coming to a figure of three weeks. He came to realize it wouldn't had taken that long but the amounts of stops they made and spending a couple nights in one place was taking them longer then anticipated. But Travis didn't care, and neither did Big Joe. They were enjoying spending time with each other.

They made one last stop. It was their third truck-stop on their journey. To Joe's delight, a gym was next door in a separate building. They showered and had a meal together, and also bought some groceries while on the road. That night while Travis slept, Joe was out feeding on six large muscled men.

When Big Joe returned to the truck late that night, he quietly climbed over the seat and into the sleeping compartment and begins to undress.

He sees Travis lying on his side, nude, facing the opposite direction. He moves swiftly and quietly removing his clothes. Then he looks down at a sleeping Travis, who had nodded off from reading a book that was lying open next to him.

Big Joe stretches, then hovers over Travis. "Hey baby," he says softly. He leans in, his mouth instantly went to the side of Travis' neck and begins to suck and lick.

"Mmmmm," Travis moans softly as moves to his back.

Keeping his eyes closed, he wraps his arms around Big Joe and felt the familiar strength of his muscles. Feeling the sharpness of Joe's whiskers and the softness of his lips against his skin was incredible. As always, Travis couldn't control the moans that escaped his mouth as Big Joe made love to his neck. Big Joe had learned early on just where the sensitive spots were as he nibbled and licked just below his left ear, driving Travis crazy with desire.

Travis moves his fingers over Big Joe's back, to his shoulders, and to his thick biceps, feeling him up everywhere he touched. He envied Big Joe for being so muscular and masculine. Big Joe worked his way up Travis' neck and sucked the tip of his chin into his mouth and then before he knew it, Travis felt Big Joe's mouth on his as he kissed him hard. He felt Big Joe's tongue part his lips and he opened them to the invader and began sucking on his tongue and deepening the kiss.

It wasn't long until Big Joe broke the kiss and looked Travis deep in his eyes, while brushing Travis' hair back from his eyes.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Travis whispered, feeling Big Joe's weight on top of him. His fingers moving instinctively and softly over Joe's back.

"Nothing is wrong, Baby Boy. I was just thinking how beautiful you are," Big Joe said softly.

"Beautiful?" Travis smirked, not thinking himself as beautiful nor had ever thought he was. "You are the only one that ever tells me that. I remember two weeks back when we were at that truck stop and we were in the shower together, you said that."

"Because you are," Big Joe stated factually. He leaned down and kissed Travis on the shoulder. "I love the way you look." Then kissed his neck once again.

"You said that too," Travis smirked, letting his hands roam Joe's muscled back.

"The way you sound. And I especially love the way you feel when you're in my arms and when I'm kissing you." Big Joe says, as his kisses leads into a trail along Travis' jaw line.

"And you said that too," Travis continues to smirk. Joe lifts his head, their eyes meet.

"That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." Travis smiled happily and leans in to kiss Big Joe on the cheek.

"I meant every word," Big Joe said softly. "Before I met you, I never thought of ever being with another man. I was a straight as they come, womanizing, heterosexual," Big Joe stated. "But you changed all that. I never felt more alive with any woman than I feel when I am with you like this."

Travis was quiet as he took it all in as he thought about what Big Joe had said. He thought about his two failed relationships in the past and remembering how he swore he would never fall in love again. He was destined to never meet the man of his dreams. But here he was with Big Joe, and the amazing adventure they were having. Within the last three weeks he had opened up more than he ever imagined he would with a total stranger. He found himself more at ease and totally drawn to Big Joe.

"What are you thinking about, Baby Boy?" Big Joe said, breaking the silence.

"I was thinking about what you just said," Travis said softly. "And I feel the same way about you too. But I do have just one question for you."

"What's that Baby boy?" Big Joe inquired, his tone was soft and gentle.

"Why haven't you bitten me?" Travis asked, throwing Big Joe totally off guard.

"Why would you ask me that?" Big Joe asked with bewilderment.

"Because I know you," Travis said softly. "I've been with you now for three weeks. And it wasn't until about a week ago when I realized you're a vampire. I have felt your teeth on my skin so many times and you fought every time not to bite me. Why?"

Big Joe gave a huge sigh and pulled back. He turned and sat with his back against the cold metal of the truck with Travis at his side.

"Five years ago I was turned," Big Joe began. "It wasn't anything I was expecting at all. It all happened so quickly. I was having a simple business dinner with my new boss. He was promoting me to head supervisor and to be his right hand man for Warren Trucking.

I didn't even know he was drugging me until I went to stand up and just about went on my ass. He led me to his bedroom and after that I was in and out of consciousness. He tore my clothes off me and raped me over and over until the next morning. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak or even scream. I couldn't do a damn fucking thing.

It wasn't until I came to when I figured out who he really was. He told me how he killed my former boss. Then he found out I was snooping into his past. I knew there wasn't anything right about the guy but I had to find out what happened to Mr. Warren's disappearance and if he had anything to do with it. That was when he confessed. He told me that while he was having his way with me was when he had turned me. He said that I was to be cursed and be like him for the rest of my life." Tears were stinging Big Joe's eyes as he poured his heart out to Travis, only they weren't normal tears. They were tears of blood. "He said I would never find a love that would be true and fair like we would have. and that was the curse I would bear. After that I was able to overpower him and lunged a piece of wood from a broken chair into his heart. I killed the son of a bitch."

Big Joe stifled back his tears and cleared his throat. "I didn't want you to know what I was. What I am. The evil things I can do that I never wanted to do in the first place."

Big Joe finally turned, staring into Travis' eyes.

"I'm sorry I deceived you, Baby Boy. It's just everything happened so quickly between us. I chose to keep quiet about it because I did not want to bite you. I didn't want you to think I could hurt you. I didn't want to scare you. The first time we had sex, I fell in love with you."

Big Joe tore his eyes away, not wanting to look at Travis for fear what was coming to him. He knew his adventure with Travis was over now and he would have to learn to get over that.

"Big Joe," Travis softly called his name and reaching out to him. He gathered Joe's face into his hands, forcing eye contact. Their were tears in his eyes when he spoke.

"That took a lot of courage for you to tell me that. And after being with you all this time and knowing what you are, I realize now I was never afraid of you. I found myself loving you even more despite that. It breaks my heart what you went through with that horrible monster and what he did to you. But I know in my heart, that's not you. You're not a monster. Hell, you're not even evil. There is not a single evil thing about you. You have been so kind and loving to me. And it awoke a feeling in me I hadn't felt for a while. I fell in love with you too. I love you, Big Joe."

Travis, who was on his knees reached up and wrapped his arms around Big Joe's neck. "I love you so much," he repeated softly into Joe's ear.

Big Joe wrapped his arms around Travis' middle and then suddenly, he was wracked with an intense burning, searing pain throughout his entire body. The pain was so unbearable that he fell forward, taking Travis with him as he cried out in distress.

"Mmmm! Fuck it hurts," Big Joe groaned, clenching his teeth. He grabbed his stomach, folding himself into a fetal position while he was riding out the pain.

"What is it?" Travis cried out, leaning over him. "What can I do?"

"I think it's passing," Big Joe said with clenched teeth. "Say it again, baby. Please, let me hear you say it one more time." Travis could hear the strenuous pain in Joe's voice.

Confused, Travis shook his head. "What Joe? What? I don't know what you want me to say."

Then Big Joe let out a piercing scream of infinite pain. His stomach was churning, his head was spinning and he felt his life slipping away. To Big Joe, it felt like there was no coming back now. It was over and he knew he'd be gone within a matter of minutes.

"Don't you die on me, Joseph Cutler," Travis cried out. "I will not let you die on me. Not when I love you. I love you, Joe. Please, don't you leave me." Travis repeated over and over with tears streaming down his face.

Then everything went silent and still. Big Joe lies there motionless.

Travis left the tears flow and he hung his head, crying for the loss of a man he barely knew for almost a month. He had learned to find love again only for it to be taken away so quickly and unfairly. And then he thought of Joe and what he had gone through all those years of being cursed and made into a monster that he didn't want to become. And then only to be taken just when he had declared his love for Travis. It was heartbreaking and Travis wanted to die right along with him.

Travis cried softly and curled up next to Big Joe. He reached out and softly touched Joe's cheek. He let his fingers gently caress his skin, then he leaned in and pressed his lips against Big Joe's, whispering I love you over and over. He felt alone and lost with out Big Joe. They had grown so close in the weeks before and he wasn't ready to let go, not just yet. Then Travis noticed a soft quiver as his lips were touching Joe's.

Then suddenly Joe took a deep breath in, startling Travis.

"Joe? Joe?" He kept calling softly. "Oh dear God, you're alive."

"I'm back baby," Big Joe barely got out in a murmuring whisper. "I'm here."

He opened his big brown eyes, which were mere inches away from those of Travis', their foreheads and noses just barely touching. They smile at other as they lie there motionless and in silence, just staring at each. He feels his heart beating a steady rhythm and his body warming up as the blood flows through his veins. The curse was over.

"It's over baby," Big Joe whispers. "It's finally over."

Travis shakes his head with confusion and narrows his brows. "What's over? What are you talking about?"

"The curse baby. It's gone." Big Joe says softly. He places his hand on the side of Travis' face, his thumb gently moving back in forth in a brushing motion against his cheek.

"But how? I don't understand." Travis says, puzzled as he was moving into a sitting position.

"Well, I'm going to give it a shot and see what happens," Big Joe says, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. He sits up slowly taking his time, wanting to be careful. In front of Travis he tried several times to draw his fangs out and he felt silly doing it. But nothing happened.

"See baby," Big Joe smiles. "All it took was those three little words and you lifted the curse from me. I ain't a vampire anymore."

"Oh Joe!" Travis leaps into his arms, wrapping his arms securely around his neck.

Tears sprang to their eyes as they held each other and began kissing. It began with kisses all over each others face which ultimately moved to their lips where it grew into a more passionate and fiery tongue rolling kiss.

Big Joe's heart was full of emotion as he slowly pushed Travis down onto the mattress. Having been nude the entire time, they began to make love. Big Joe centered himself above Travis, then in him, slowly and deeply.

They tossed and turned throughout the bed, pawing and kissing at each other all the while Big Joe was pounding his tool deep and hard into Travis. Travis held onto Big Joe for dear life. Then in one brazen move, Travis had Big Joe on his back and straddling his waist. He moved with ease as he began bouncing up and down on Big Joe's cock with much anticipation.

"Fuck! It feels like I am sitting on a fucking flag pole," Travis teased, frankly it was not too far from the truth. He reached for and took Big Joe's hand into his. "Feel." he said, placing Joe's fingers against a tight hard knot, several inches above his naval.

"Is that my cock?" Big Joe said with wide shocked eyes.

"Uh huh," Travis grins. He grinds his hips on Big Joe's girth. "Oooohhhh!"

"Am I hurting you?" Big Joe's voice was soft, almost seductive, but caring.

Travis shook his head no, beaming from ear to ear. He leans forward, working his ass, his lips glued to Big Joe's. "You feel just right." He whispers against Joe's lips.

Travis sits back up, impaling himself on Big Joe's massive black cock. He braces the palms of his hands against the solid wall of Joe's washboard, furry stomach and rises up, then sank back down into Joe's lap. He could definitely feel the hardness of the massive black member moving inside of him. He rose up again and sank back down again. He squeezes and relaxes his ass muscles as he rides up and down, winding Joe up like a clock. With each slide down, Joe moans with instant gratifying pleasure.

"Ohhhh Baby Boy!" Big Joe gave a guttural moan with a low growl. He holds onto Travis' hips and begins to thrust upward, meeting Travis' down thrust, causing Travis to moan in uncontrollable ecstasy.

"Uhhhh! Ohhhhh, Uhhhhh! Mmmmm," Travis moans seductively. His alabaster skin glistens with perspiration.

Big Joe throws his arms up and link his fingers behind his head, causing his biceps to triple in size. He moves his hips, matching his thrusts along with Travis. He feels the heat inside begin to grow and knew he wasn't going to last long as it became more intense. He throws his head back, moaning and panting with the utmost desire and thrusting upwards with harder thrusts.

"Fuck yeahhhh!" he hisses and seizes the opportunity and snatches Travis' cock and begins stroking it in time to their thrusts. Travis moans and braces himself and rides out the waves of an uncontrollable orgasm.

Big Joe pumps Travis' cock with quick strokes and he cums, sending thick streams across Big Joe's sweaty, hard, hairy chest and stomach, some of it even landing on Joe's lips and chin. Travis collapses on top of him, exhausted from the intense orgasm.

Instantly, Big Joe enveloped Travis in his huge arms and quickly rolls him over, causing Travis to squeal with delight. Ultimately, Big Joe begins fucking with a steady fast rhythm.

"Uhhhhh! Yeah I'm gonna cum! Ughhhh! Grrrrrrr! Yeah baby, I'm cumming!" Big Joe growls deep and low as his body shook and shuddered, and he released a torrent of his hot seed into Travis' awaiting ass. Then he slumped heavily onto Travis with a contented groan.

When they both climaxed, there was such an explosion of passion that they shouted in ecstasy as their senses filled to overflowing. They lie there in a tight embrace and kissed for what seemed an eternity as their hearts beat as one. When they had finally calmed down from their lovemaking they lie there gazing into each others eyes, smiling.

"I love you, Big Joe," Travis whispered against his lips.

"I love you, Travis," Big Joe whispered back.

Eventually they fell asleep in each others arms.

When they awoke, it was morning. They had been in the same position as when they had gone to sleep. Big Joe was the first to awaken. He had gazed down at his sleeping lover and gave a gentle smile and then gave a slight kiss on Travis' cheek. Joe was amazed at himself and at how things turned around for him. He never thought he would ever have feelings for a man and yet here he was, lying next to Travis after a night of incredible passionate sex. And after declaring their love for one another his curse was lifted and he was back to his old self again. He was no longer a vampire.

That morning, they had set out on the highway. By nightfall, they had reached Seattle. It was the end of their journey together on the highway. But a new beginning had begun for the two men who had formed a tight loving bond. They were inseparable as they fell more and more in love with each other. After a few short months they moved in together and lived out their days committed to each other, loving each other. Curse free.