Chapter One Another sticky mess I got myself into ."Eleven fucking hours on the road and this is only how far I've traveled" thought Chance Cole after driving under still another overpass the south side of Louisville. He had been driving since before dawn headed to his Uncle Charles's place in Tennessee. It was a one traffic light - blink and you miss it kind of town Charles retired in. That's where his wife: Chances Aunt Jenny was born. Those two had always been good to Chance all his life, never forgetting a birthday, always sending some sort of Christmas present. Uncle Charles was always the voice of encouragement during Chance's high school years. It was guidance from Charles that helped Chance pick the right high school courses and it was Uncle Charles that convinced Chance to hold off going to the University a few years. " ca-plunka, ca-plunka" the sound resonated from under the Ford F150's hood. Shit now what?" Chance cried as he cautiously pulled over on the right berm of I - 75. At least the traffic is light here, wonder what the fuck is wrong" he thought as he opened up the hood on his new-to-him truck. "This is not supposed to happen! I rebuilt you from the ground up he said to the engine block as he was looking it all over, trying to find out what is wrong. "Ahh ,, stinking belt" Chance announced to the uncaring traffic zooming by. I can get by without THAT belt. Who needs air conditioning; it's only the first week of June" Before five miles had passed Chance's cool persona started to wilt. He could feel the sweat trickle from his arm pits. Sweat formed in his hair above the nape of his neck. Moisture was forming on his brow and temples. Sweat traveled the crease in the center of his back down to his red boxer's waistband where it collected until the moisture seeped thru to his once crisp chinos. He'd adjust his driving position only to have accumulated moisture squeezed from the boxer's waistband trickle down his ass crack and puddle at his rosebud. Chance's front side was also causing him discomfort. Sweat caused the light blue chambray shirt to behave like a shop towel wicking away the body's moisture but once fully saturated, his sweat continued its downward journey to flood his trimmed groin area. His cock was heat-fused to his right thigh. Chance felt his sweat travel down his swollen yet flaccid shaft of his penis where its head was pinned underneath his right thigh. Chance drove on, but he was miserable and after what seemed like an eternity he was completely saturated in sweat. "This damn truck is gonna get flooded from the inside out if I dont stop this sweating" he thought. " AAhhh thank you lord, a roadside rest" ! ! Blink blink blink, Chance pushed the turn signal lever up and downshifted a gear. "It's 2 in the afternoon why is this place so busy?" he wondered as he pulled in to a parking spot 15 stalls away from the sidewalk entrance to the friendly brick building. He sandwiched himself between two cars already parked there. A Lexus pulled in two stalls away nearest to the entrance to the rest stop. Chance gave out a guttural moan, tilted his head back pointing his Adams apple at the stagnant flagpole in front of him. Not even a hot breeze to kick up the dust. Sweat trickled down his neck only to puddle in that crater of flesh that formed at his collar bone. He tried to adjust his heat- swollen cock, causing that puddle of neck sweat to trickle down his chest and splash across the taunt folds of his abs. Like being unable to open one's eyes when you sneeze, no way could Chance control the muscles that caused his ass hole to flex itself shut and like a chain reaction his penis tried to flex itself upwards still pinned beneath his thigh. Sweat trickling from his ass crack and nut sack caused a stirring within him. "My god, please dont cum here, fucktard" he thought to himself. Damn five or six more dick flexes and I'm spent right here. NOT NOW! Settle down, dammit and damn this heat. Damn damn! Stop the flexing, stop the flexing,,No no no.., " Chance gave one quiet cry as the cum oozed from his heat shackled cock. Flex , cum wave, another flex another cum wave Prick, you always did have a mind of your own dont cha ? Dang it why now, why here ? The trucks cab filled with the smell of freshly spent cum. Invisible, the thick aroma dodged and weaved around the cab perhaps stirred up by what may pass as a slight breeze. Ummmmmm aaaahhhhhh , Chance finally was at peace. Chance took in a deep breath inhaling the smell of his own ripening body along with the smell of blacktop and the other rest stop trash can odors.Five minutes passed as Chance sat there in his lovely misery. A shallow breath followed. "What's that shit I smell?" he wondered as he unbuttoned his soaked shirt. He reached over to a small bag and pulled out one skimpy pair of black nylon running shorts. Dont forget to bring your swimming suit" he remembered Uncle Charles saying on the phone before the trip. " If I'm gonna die from this fuckin' heat, at least I'm gonna die comfortably" Chance said to himself as he opened the truck door and planted his left Nike on the nastiest smelling tootsie roll sized dog turd any hound ever created.. "FUCK, GOD DAMMIT ! " he announced to the entire parking lot full of scurrying people. Many heard the cursing but didnt know where it came from nor did they care. It was too hot to care.All the people went on their way except for one, the business man in the Lexus. ummm so what do you think ? I got chapter two outlined if you'd like to see more also, I'm new to this site and not sure what tags if any to add, any suggestions ? and is there a size limit on the number of words/spaces ect for each posting? I don't have a clue on how any forums work.