SkinMarvin Gay Stories

Shit dog we got three on our tail." "Move this piece of shit." "Shut up the both of you, "I yell at Tex and Battle. We're on the beer run from hell. Shit I glance in the rear view mirror of the stolen Honda Accord we're in and know we can't out run the cops in this bucket. Buckle up everyone; I yell at Skinhead Bill to sit back, he was blocking my side mirror. Shit, I grab the e-brake and power slide the Honda down a side street. We lose one of the cops. He was on my ass and goes flying past the side street. The other one nearly loses it, but makes the turn. The third is so far back that is rounds the corner easily. Damn, we bounce and flying downtown the narrow downtown Los Angeles streets. Fuck, we got to lose theses asshole quick before the chopper spots us. I slide her down another side street. We almost hit the wall. The cops match me move for move.

I turn down a street and gun the crappy V-6 engine. The cops are on our tail, but they don't try anything yet since I keep us on streets with evening traffic. Shit, it's getting hot with the AC off. Need every ounce of power that the small Japanese engine puts out. Fuck I wipe my gloved hands onto my sweat soaked face. I turn down a street and watch the cops that are left. Some rail road tracks are up ahead. The lights flash on and the gates close. The traffic on my side stops. I drive into oncoming traffic lanes which are temporally empty. I slow down and break the wooden barrier. I see the lights of a large freight train and hear its loud horn. I have to swerve around stop traffic, but clear the crossing before the train has arrived. The second cop is on my asshole and follows me. The third has to slam on his brakes and a freight train blocks his path.

"Fuck dawg, he almost ate it," Battle is in the rear with Tex and they watch the cops for me. I slide down a one way street the wrong way. Cars and SUVs veer out of the way. "Shit, he's still thair," I nearly get hit by a Mercedes. I'm dodging cars left and right. A Ford Explorer is heading right for me. I move left and he thinks I'm gonna past right by him. At the last second I turn the Accord into his tail and it spins his ass. The copper hits the Ford Explorer and spins too. I slide down another street. I open the piece of shit up and speed to over 100 mph. We need some distance and we need another set of wheels.

The boys are telling me that was awesome, I just shake my head, and we lost too much time on the one way street. No way can we make the meet in time. Shit, another cop is soon on are tail as I check the mirrors. Fuck, I tell Skinhead Bill to check the sky. No, chopper yet. I race down the street, but the cops Crown Vic is more powerful and he catches up with us quickly. He hits us on the corner, in a classic pit maneuver. The Honda starts the slip side ways. I slam the petal to the floor and use the front wheel drive to pull us out of the skid. The cop rams us again, but hits center. He was trying to spin us. He didn't think I would recover. I slam the brakes and the cop hits hard. Beer is spraying every where out of the busted kegs. I hear Tex cuss up a storm.

Damn the Honda is damaged as well, but the cop is semi-blinded by the beer. I power slide down another side street. The cop was either too close or too slow to react. We lose him. I turn down a few more streets and turn down an alleys way. The car is so silent I can hear Battle's heart beating. We take alleys for a few blocks, until I find a downtown parking garage. I enter quickly and drive down toward last level of the basement sublevels. Half way to the bottom I let Tex and Battle out to find us another set of wheels. I find a parking space at the very bottom between to vans and back the Honda into the spot. Skinhead Bill and I check the car for any left over evidence. We check the damaged trunk and find that most of the beer is ruined, except two cases worth of cans. We take them and grab the duffle bag stuffed with cash. We walk up a level.

A white Dodge Caravan rounds the corner and stops next to us. Tex steps out of the driver's seat and takes the case from me. I jump into the driver's seat and buckle up. We're in the minivan and I turn it around quickly. We enter use the main entry way to exit. I drive the speed limit and remove my mask. Tex removes my jacket and his mask. We keep our gloves on just in case. Battle and Skinhead Bill do like wise and try to appear to be nonchalant. A cop passes us in a hurry and turns down another street. Battle laughs, because it was the first cop that was chasing us. We all start laughing. Tex turns on the AC and we make our way back to the Northeast side of LA.

Minivans are great second or third vehicles, since they don't attract much attention. Sadly, they're slow and bad get away vehicles. We were passed by a few more cops, but they didn't give us a second look. We got back to the lair without any problems. This time of night the neighborhood is empty so we stop at the end of the street and the boys get out after double check the van. I tell Tex to bring some of the cash and meet me at a grocer three miles away. I drive off by myself in the van and ditch five blocks from the super market.

We pick up some more beer, food, and cigarettes. I'm not in the mood and this close to home we pay for the shit. Plus, if we never bought anything locals might get suspicious. We head back to the house and over beers and burgers Tex tells Assassin, Corn Fed, the twins Tag and Ferret, and Runner about our latest run in with the law. Tex says, "Damn, dawg ya shor know how to haul ass. Fuck I thought we was gonna git arrested. Shit it's the sixth time he saved our ass." "Hmmm that's a good one, Ass Haul, nah too fucking gay Skin Hauler. Fuck you're Skin Hauler now," states Assassin. Fuck I like the sound of that. The boys slap my head and cheer. Assassin manages to sneak in a quick ass grab. I resist from grabbing back, but slip him the knowing looking.

Battle and Runner start sparing with each other. Fuck that kids coming along pretty damn good. He dodges Battles throws easily and lands a few punches. He weight trains with Tex and me. Skinhead Bill teaches him some martial arts moves. The two young Skins battle it out. I continue drinking with Tex and Corn Fed. Assassin goes off to the basement with some random skinbird. Skinhead Bill is making out on the worn sofa with his bird, Erin nice Irish gal. I'm currently single, but there are a lot of skins and birds over. So hooking up ain't gonna be a problem if I wanted a bird. Fuck I want cock. I cruise the room with my eyes and enjoy the view. Most of the skins are straight, so looks like I'm gonna have to settle.

The kick back was going on nicely upstairs. In the basement of the old turn of the century manor house, I found Assassin naked with a passed out skin bird. He is still awake when I slip in there and kiss him. He tastes like burgers, beer, and cigarettes. Fuck, I haven't had sex with him for two months. He closes and locks the door to the basement playroom. I grab his wide as fuck uncut cock. The skin bird he nailed is out cold. I git a raging hard on, as his cock grows to its full 7 inches. My own 9 ½ inch cock is throbbing and begging to be released from its fabric prison. I take off my wife beater while Assassin pulls down my sweat coated bleachers. My jock is soaked in Precum and the head is sticking out of the top. Assassin likes my head and munches on my jock. I run my hands all over his shaved head.

I lean against the work bench as Assassin licks the Precum from my jock and leaking head. I grunt as he moves that sexy tongue of his. I latch onto his arms as he grabs my ass. Assassin grunts loudly as he cleans my rank jock. He uses his teeth to pull down the jock and my cock smacks his head. I let go of one of his arms and smack my cock against his head. He releases my ass and stands up. He's taller than my 6'2" frame but we look into each others lustful eyes and make out. I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth. Then he shoves his large tongue down my throat. My left arm is drape over his beefy shoulder and my right hand drifts to our cocks. While we make out we sword play with our cocks. He hits his cock against mine and I slap my cock against his. I grab his cock and my cock at the same time. I stroke both of them like they're one humongous thick cock. He grunts as I stroke them both gently. He grabs my hand and takes his turn at double batting.

Assassin pushes me down onto his cock. I eagerly part my lips and take in his light bulb shaded head and thick shaft. I keep my teeth off of him as he glides my head back and fro on his wonderful unit. I work my tongue on his head and run it along the bottom of his shaft, as I grunt loudly in pleasure. I look into Assassin's bright green eyes and he smiles down at me. When is cock is well lubed he pulls me up and forces me to bend over on the bench. He licks his fingers and sticks one into my hole gently forcing it open. He moves it in a sensual circular motion. I gasp a little when his second finger enters slowly stretching and relaxing my man pussy. I grunt in approval as he slowly probes me with his cock, while biting my back.

His cock enters me and I grimace at the slight pain. I'm tight from not having cock in me for a long time. He asks me if it hurts and I tell him that I'll be alright as long as he keeps fucking me. We don't talk trash when we make love. However, we grunt and groan instead. After short while it feels good. Assassin pumps me faster and faster when I start to grunt in ecstasy. He nearly pulls out as he gets rougher and rougher. He bites and slaps my back and ass. I have a death grip on the work bench. His hard body is relentless and I move my hard body in sync with him. He comes into me, when I hear him moan loudly in one continuous note. He leans over my body and licks my shaved head, but he stays inside of me. I moan as he licks my head and works his way to my ear. He bites my ear and I just about cum onto the work bench. He releases my right ear and bites my left ear. I can't help myself and shoot a load onto the work bench. I feel my cum as it oozes all over the wood and my body. He bites my neck and starts to pump me again. He fucks me hard again and again.

When Assassin is finally spent he pulls out and turns me over. We kiss deeply and passionately. I inhale is sweaty, musky, fresh sex, man scent. I push him down on the mattress next to the passed out Skinbird. My lips part from his lips. He licks a trail down from my chin to the base of my cock. Assassin sucks my cock, while I reach around and stretch his glory hole with my fingers. He is a deep cock master and takes my full 91/2 inch cock down his throat. I can practically feel his tonsils. It doesn't take long for him to relax. I ease his skull off my cock and lift his legs. He wraps them around my upper body, while I probe his man hole with my cock. It eases into him on the first try and I enjoy the look on his face as I reach deep penetration.

I grunt while I work Assassin harder and harder. His muscular legs wrap around me tighter and tighter. My upper body feels like its being crushed by a boa constrictor. Assassin moans and I make snapping motions at him while growling. My hands are squeezing his legs. His hands are rubbing his chest. I feel like we're one joined being as I fuck him. I come twice into Assassin and pull out before collapsing on top of him.

Fuck that was awesome; we wrap our arms around each other and just drift off into peaceful slumber. I fuckin' love man sex. I dream about Assassin, his smell, the way he fucks me, and his green eyes. I'm half awake when I hear the Skinbird stir. Shit, I slip out of Assassin's arm and roll away for him. The Skinbird is moving a little more. I rub the sleep from my eyes and look for my clothes. She is so hung over that she doesn't notice me grab my clothes and slip out of the room. Fuck the house is quiet, so the kick back must be over. I put my bleachers on and head up to my room.

Tex is down to his jock and passed out on his bed with a half naked skin chick. Got dam he's one hot ass fucker. I check out his huge arms, since they're wrapped tightly around the skin chick. His smooth barrel chest and ripped abs get my blood flowing. I'd like to run my tongue over the one day old brown stubble growing out of his skull. Fuck if he was even the tiniest bit curious or gay I'd make a move on him. I've dropped a few hints when we were alone in our room, but he never reacted to 'em. I drop my boots and gear while stumbling into bed. Damn I get semi hard when I realize that I smell like hot man sex. I think about Assassin's tight ass and fall asleep again.

The Swing Utters are playing in town tonight. I'm off today from my order pulling job. The job sort of sucks, but at least I git a good work out lifting boxes and putting 'em on pallets. I sleep in a little and wake up after the Skin Chicks leave to do whatever shit they do. I sit up and see that Tex is still here. I git up and kick 'im with my bare foot. "OI, fucker time to git up." Tex stirs so I kick 'im again. He jumps up and tackles me to the floor. We roll around and wrestle a little. We've both got a bad case of morning wood. I paw at his jock strap, but he grabs my hands and keeps me from yanking 'em down. He punches me for trying, so I punch 'im back and we fight some more.

Once we're good and sweaty I offer to shave his head. Tex leads me to the bathroom and sits facing toward the tank on the toilet. I git a bic and a can of shaving cream out of the medicine cabinet. I'd use jizz, but I don't want to scare Tex anymore. I work up a good lather and run it all over his head. I shave 'im first from front to back, then I reverse the twin bladed bic and go from back to front. My cock is sticking out of the top of my bleachers as I shave Tex. Finally, I run the ravor from right to left across his skull. Just before I finish I readjust my cock, so that it is tucked back into my jeans. I rub Tex's head to make sure that it is smooth.

We switch places and Tex shave's my head. I like the feel of the razor as it cuts the stubble off of my scalp. Tex notices my hard on and just comments on how big it is. Precum is leaking out of my cock as he tells me how he wished he had a bigger dick. Damn, I'd like to fuck 'im right now. He quickly finishes and says that he's going to use the shower downstairs bathroom. I close the bathroom door and turn on the water. I take off my sweat and Precum soaked bleachers. I step into the shower and jerk off. I fantasize about having a three some with Tex and Assassin.

When I walk into the kitchen the only two Skins in the house are Runner and Tex. I grab a bowel and spoon out of the cupboard and join 'em at the kitchen table. I help myself to cereal and milk from the center of the table. Runner is bitching that he can't find a job anywhere like the rest of his skin brothers. I rub his skull and tell 'im it ain't his fault. He's only 16, but looks like a 14 year old. Hell, if he wants to work, so bad they might have a job for 'im down at one of the pizza places. Anyway, I offer 'im a driving lesson after breakfast or lunch (it's nearly noon). "Fuck ya," Runner replies and downs his cereal to go get dress. Like Tex he only has a jock on.
Tex: What the fuck are you doing dawg?
Skin Hauler: Nothin' just learnin' the boi to drive.
Tex: You're a fuckin' fairy. Don't fuck 'im you sick bastard. (He gives me a dirty look)
Skin Hauler: Hell no. I ain't a fairy. I don't fuck kids, that ain't right.
Tex: You're fuckin' lying asshole.
Skin Hauler: Fuck no!
Tex: Bullshit ya queer motherfucker, I seen ya sneaking around with men. That I can deal with but fucking kids that ain't fuckin' right.
Skin Hauler: (In a whisper) okay so I suck cock, but I ain't no got damn queen or fairy. I'm bi and I don't take it up the ass. And I don't screw kids, fuck you know me.
Tex: (Whispered) Brother, I know about you and Assassin, I saw you two last night with the passed out Skinbird. Don't fucking lie to me your gay as fuck.
Skin Hauler: Alright, I'm gay, but dude honest I don't fuck kids. I'm serious about teach Runner to drive, hell why don't you come with us and we can get 'im some study material from the DMV so he can git he's learner's permit?
Tex: The three of us would barely fit in your truck. Blood oath you won't fuck 'im.
Skin Hauler: Blood Oath I won't fuck and you won't say anything to anyone else.
Tex: Blood Oath, dawg.

I flip open my blade and cut my palm open. Tex takes my knife and cuts himself. We shake on it, as the blood flows from each other and intermixes. We wrap our bleeding hands up in rags. I wouldn't dream of fucking Runner at least not until he grows up (at least 20 years old and if he turns out to be gay). Tex knows that I'll keep my word and I know that he'll keep his. We love each other, but only as brothers. Although I admit that I lust after him and his wide cut six inch cock. But, I know he's straight like a freeway. He never gets turned on when we wrestle or sees me naked. Hell, he's still a good man and a brother.

Runner enters the kitchen in full Skin gear. He throws me my black Fred Perry with yellow pinstripes and trim. He hands me my boots and I notice he's got a nice tent pole going. The horny young bastard is excited to drive. I get dressed while Tex flashes me a hard don't break your word look. We walk out to my old American build pick up truck. I tell Runner that we need to stop, by the DMV first to pick up some study material, so he can git his learner's permit.

"Try it again; only remember to ease out the clutch while simultaneously pressing on the gas slowly. Use the same rate of speed for each foot. Damn shit she's kickin' like a bull. Clutch in no gas. Don't pop the clutch stop a second and set the brake. Calm down, here have a cigarette. Look a manual transmission is one of the hardest to learn on. But once you learn it, everything else is easy as hell. Just keep one hand on the wheel and one on the stick. Remember to be smooth. Try it again. Ok still a little rough, but ya got her going in first. Shift up to 2nd gear. Whoa boy, that's it she's smoothing out. One more gear; shift to third. See she was smoother that time. Okay stop her, clutch and brake in. This is the lazy way to stop her we'll do down shifting next time. Alright fucker, get her going. Oi, that's it work her nice and easy. Grip her harder, now work my stick. Yeah boi, work that stick. Easy boi, just be smooth and keep going. Oi, that's it. Fuck man you're gitting it. Fuck work that stick. That's okay dawg you'll git better and last longer with practice. Switch places with me and I'll show you what to do. We'll switch places again after you rest a bit. Fuck yeah; see how I grip it just right. Firm, but I'm easy with the stick. Oi, that's good, nice and smooth. Don't just jerk it work it nice and easy. See keep your motions nice and smooth. Ok time to switch. Yeah, boy ride it. Fuck yeah, boy you got to drive it, now drive it harder."

Later that day after everyone's home from working and after I took Runner out for his first driving lesson, we gathered around in the living room drinking on the worn coaches. Fuck the shows in an hour, so we need to git warmed up. I take a swing out of the bottle of whiskey and hand it to Runner. He takes a healthy swig before passing it to Ferret. He puts his arm on my back and rests his hand on my shaved head. Fuck, it sort of turns me on. He tells everyone hell much fun he had working the stick. Assassin and Tex shoot me hard looks. Skinhead Bill reads the looks on their faces and puts two and two together. He asks me the question with his eyes. I answer back to all three of them that nothing happened. I starting thinking of my ex-wife and it cause my cock to go limp. I look over at Runner and realize he's got a hard on. Shit, I scan the rest of the pack, but they don't notice.

As the bottle makes its rounds again, I lock eyes with Assassin and he sort of shrugs. Damn the kid rubs my head and scoots closer to me. I like the feel of 'im against me, but fuck he's just a kid. I gently scoot away from 'im, but I don't take his hand off my skull. Tex nods when I move away. Skinhead Bill watches me and ever exchange. His face turns red as he figures out everything. We finish the bottle and Assassin has just about everyone in the room except Tex, Skinhead Bill, and me git in his van to go to the show. We'll use my truck to git to the show, after we have a little chat.

Skinhead Bill: What the fuck? You and Runner are item now? Or are you fucking Tex and Assassin as well brother?
Tex: Fuck you I ain't gay.
Skin Bill: Then why did you get jealous when Runner started to feel up a-hole?
Tex: We had a blood oath; he ain't gonna fuck any kids.
Skin Hauler: I didn't do anything. I think the kid's just confused.
Skin Bill: Bullshit, how could you not miss that tent pole? Fuck dog he really likes you.
Skin Hauler: Shit, he's not really my type; I like 'em older than that and with pussies.
Skin Bill: Fuck no; I've seen the way you look at Assassin and Tex. Hell at that Business show you were checking out dudes. You're gay as fuck. Fuck, I should boot the shit out of you, but you're a Skin and a brother. So, fuck dog, we're in one hell of a mess.
Tex: No shit.
Skin Hauler: OI, it's not like I planned to be gay or something. I don't know how to.. Ah, fuck it (fist hits wall). It's just that, shit you know how I fucked a lot of birds. Well after awhile they weren't turning me on. Shit, it's like the sex was dull and meaningless.
Skin Bill: Bullshit, you lying bastard tell us the fucking truth.
Tex: OI
Skin Hauler: (Sigh) Fuck, damn you know me too well William. Well fuck, blood oath you won't tell anyone.
Skin Bill: Oi. Blood oath dog.
Tex: Blood oath brother.
Skin Hauler: Blood oath. Well I was delivering a split load to Dallas a several months ago

I told 'em the whole story, my crazy ex wife and her even crazier family, feeling lost and helpless after the end of my marriage. I tell 'em how great it felt when Assassin made love to me. How I felt safe in Assassin's arms. How I fell in love with him. The way he makes me feel complete and safe. They sort of understand. After all we're a family, even if a few of us are queer.

Tex hugs me at the end of my tale, but it's an awkward hug since he keeps his body away from mine as far as his arm will let him. Skinhead Bill does the same, he's a little tripped out by the news, but he's taking it well, sort of. We decide to take Skinhead Bill's car instead of my truck. I've got shot gun and we ride in silence to the show. The boys are in the show, except Assassin. When he sees us drive up to the club, he sense that some thing is wrong, so he gits in the car. We drive around the block looking for a parking space.

Assassin reads the looks on our faces and he gets pissed. He punches at me, but Tex grabs a hold of 'im before he does any damage. He cusses and yells at me, since I swore I wouldn't tell anyone. He's thrashing in Tex's arm, as Skinhead Bill finds a parking spot three blocks from the club. Assassin is yelling shit at me and says that I'm out of the house and out of the pack. Skinhead Bill tells Assassin to shut up. It has no affect on Assassin, so he socks him in the face.

Assassin shuts ups as Skinhead Bill explains that I didn't say anything. He figured it all out just by watching me. The kicker was the way Runner kept looking at me and how he would act funny when I was in the room with him. Tex quickly added that he caught us a few times in each others arms after sex. Assassin clams down and sits back into the seat. Shit, he could believe that we've been caught. Skinhead Bill and Tex show him their freshly cut palms. I show him mine as I tell him that we took a blood oath not to tell anyone about us.

Assassin is sulking, so he lights a cigarette and rubs the heads of Skinhead Bill and Tex. We all light up and sit in silence for a bit to let it sink in that our secrets out. Tex gets out of the car and leans against the hood. I take his spot next to Assassin in the back. We light up another round, when he puts his arm around me. The street is dark and I can't help myself. I lean into him and kiss him. We fling the cigarettes out the window and run our hands all over our bodies as we tongue each other. When we finally come up for air, I look at Skinhead Bill.

He isn't disgusted; instead he looks at us with curiosity. We smile at him and he just nods. Assassin grabs his shoulders and kisses him. Skinhead Bill pulls back at first, but then he gets into it. I feel a little jealous that Assassin is kissing Skinhead Bill. I rub Assassin's crotch and can feel him thru his bleachers and jock. Tex is watching from outside. His face is full of mix emotions. I get out of the car and watch a little as Skinhead Bill really gets into Assassin. They stop for a minute and Skinhead Bill climbs into the back seat with Assassin. They make out some more and I get hard just watching 'em. I watch as Assassin unbuttons Skinhead Bill's Levi's and pulls down his jock. His six inch uncut cock springs out at attention and Assassin, goes down on him. I look at Tex and see that he has a nice bulge going.

Fuck he looks good just standing there. His hand instinctively goes down his pants and he starts to rub himself. I put my arm around his neck and he literately jumps into the air. He pulls his hand out of his pants and storms off into an alley nearby. He sits on an old wooden crate and his hands cover his face. He's embarrassed by his behavior. I grab another crate and sit next to him. We talk a little. He asks me how I know if I'm gay or not. I tell him that you have to look deep inside yourself. He says what kind of bullshit is that. I say there's only one way to find out. I kiss him. He starts to kiss me, but it doesn't feel right. I pull away from him and he's shocked as hell. I grab his crotch. But, he's limp. Either, he isn't attracted to me or maybe he's straight but just likes to watch. We go back to the car and watch as Skinhead Bill, sucks off Assassin.

We watch as Skinhead Bill gets stiff again while enjoying his thick 7 inch cock. I watch as Tex starts to get hard again. We return to the alley and I get on my knees. Tex whips out his cut 8 inch long snake. I lick its head and work my way down his shaft. I tongue and suck his cock and look up at him. His face is confused and torn. I like the taste of his cock and give him the blow job of his life. He cums in a few minutes, but I keep sucking on him, until he gets hard again. It takes a long time for Tex to blow a second load, but when he does its massive and I end up spilling some of it up. Fuck, he tasted great. I lick the cum that I accidentally spilled on his bleachers and I lick his cock and balls clean.

Skinhead Bill and Assassin are standing at the right behind me when I get up. Shit I didn't even hear 'em. They both grin at me and Tex. I get up and unzip my bleachers. Tex wants to try to give me a blow job. He's clumsy and it doesn't come naturally to him. His pants are around his ankles and while his teeth cut into every once in awhile I notice that he doesn't get hard from sucking. Okay, either he's a top or straight. After a few minutes I stop him and pull him up to me. I kiss him again, but it doesn't do anything for him. I run my hands over him and Assassin joins in, but it doesn't really turn him on.

All three of us try different things, but Tex is getting frustrated and so are we. It takes awhile be we figure that is straight. Tex is sort of happy in the end. The look of confusion is gone, since he experimented, but it just proved that he wasn't gay. Skinhead Bill was a little shocked at first, but he realized that he wasn't the only gay skin in the pack. Assassin and I were happy cause we got a new play mate, except we still need to figure out Runner. He's a kid so we don't real want to get involved sexual with him, at least not just yet. We sort of lost track of the time and by the time we entered the show the Swingin Utters we just starting their set.

1998 BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

The damn quail call is going off. I tell my student to answer the damn thing. He picks it up and presses the receive button. He reads the message to me. I pull over into the next rest area. I run to the phones wondering why dispatch wants to talk to me. Shit they don't usually, want to talk unless it's load business or an emergency. I dial the 800 number to my dispatcher and talk to him.

Shit, I learn what happened to Punk and run to the Rig. We're only two hours outside of Denver Terminal. I replay what the dispatcher told in my mind. I think about that night that I jerked awake out of the bunk feeling uneasy and drenched in sweat. Shit, I shouldn't have let you go. Fuck, I think about the past I don't want to lose another brother. I don't cry or feel anything. I tell my student to pack his stuff up. He asks me why and I tell him that his getting off my truck at Denver Terminal. I have a plane to catch to Nashville. I slowly explain what dispatch told me. My student is a little curious to know why I would fly out to visit a student. I don't tell him I'm gay and my lover is dying in the hospital. Instead I make up some shit that he's my cousin and he's just been solemnized, beaten, and left for dead.

Fuck, my student doesn't say anything else. Before rolling down the highway, I by pass the circuit to the governor, so she'll go faster than 69 mph. I push her to the limits not caring if the Quail Call shows that I'm breaking the company's speed limit. I push her hard and just think about Punk.