As you hear the cargo door close with a loud noise, you know your old life is behind you. You look around in your room. It's small, by your standards, but comfortable enough. A bed, a few storage containers, a sliding door. A few of the other dorms are occupied too, while the crew has their quarters in the upper part of the ship. This is it. You are now hitc...
As he returned with a towel to dry off her rain-soaked body, she set down her waterproof pack and surveyed the RV. "Nice ride," she commented, mentally approving of the style and décor he'd utilized to make the motor home feel like...well, home. She suddenly realized that he was staring at her, and she flushed hotly, realizing that she must look like a drown...
Author's note: Chapter 2 of 13. Thank you Tim413413 for selfless editing. The Perfect Pieces - Chapter 02 The sun was waning when I got into the car and started the long drive back to the house. I fiddled with the radio and gave up trying to find a station with something other than an ad. I tuned to my favorite and turned it down waiting for the music to c...
(Tip of the cap to Rogers Waters for the title) * It was a dark and stormy night. (Well, actually it was) Certainly darker, and far more stormy that Regina Wellstone was comfortable driving in. If it had just been rain, the 38 year old CPA would have been able to make it north to her home in Sioux City with both eyes closed. When the soft pitter-pat of sl...
My first gay experience was right after college in the summer of 1989. Three days of hitchhiking across the states found me sitting under an overpass in Birmingham, AL feeling fresh after a long shower at a nearby truck stop. As I sat holding my thumb out I remember thinking about a guy in a van that had obviously wanted to have sex with me, but I turned him...
On a hot afternoon day a young man with short black hair named Michael was on a long drive to a city, miles upon blazing miles away. Although the air conditioner in his car worked fine the bright sun was searing through the windshield against his shirt and long shorts. Despite the day's conditions Michael had his travel planned out just like many times befor...
I shade my eyes and scan the road. It's been at least half an hour since the last car. The heat radiates off the asphalt. I lick my parched lips. I'm almost out of water. I spot a vehicle approaching through the shimmer. I jut my hip, stick out my thumb, and hope. A rusted Ford pickup rolls to a stop in front of me. A man in tinted aviators and a sleeveles...
He almost missed her. It took a few seconds before she registered, a pale girl in Daisy Dukes and a light halter top, with her thumb out. Nothing short of crazy on this cold October night. Billy Ray Thomas ("Zeus" to his friends) slammed on the brakes of his pickup truck, almost spinning over the cliff. He backed up cautiously and watched the girl walk braz...
As I came out into the dark parking lot I looked for other vehicles. I was now scared to get into any of them, but too embarrassed to call a friend to have her pick me up. I noticed the driver walk up to me, and in a very friendly tone asked me if I was feeling OK. “Yes,” I lied and looked down. I looked up at him. For reasons I can’t explain, after che...
I'd been hitchhiking for three days when I decided I needed to finally stop and take a break. I was eighteen and just out of high school and it was the summer before I was supposed to go off to college and start a new life. I figured this would be one of the last times in my life that I would be truly free, so I decided to hitchhike across the country and se...