You may have seen the Reality TV series Highway Thru Hell on the Discovery Channel. If you haven't it's about rescue operations after major accidents on the Coquihalla Highway, also known as Highway 5, which runs from Kamloops in Central British Columbia to Hope in Southern British Columbia (or vice-versa, if you prefer) — about 525 kilometres, mostly through the high mountain country. In winter it really can be a hell, but in summer it's mostly a beautiful drive.

On this particular summer's day, Toby Redfern was sitting on a fence railing outside the toilet at the weigh-station just outside Kamloops where Highway 5 began (or ended). He was not hitch-hiking — not officially, anyway. Hitch-hiking the Coquihalla was illegal, and there was no way Toby wanted to be stopped by the Mounties, not even for a minor offence. He already had a string of misdemeanour charges left behind him right across the country. Not that he was an habitual criminal. It's just that the cops across the country are always suspicious of young nomads and run them in for anything – often on a made-up charge if they can't find anything real. Toby had spent quite a few overnighters and a couple of "30 days" in his recent travels.

Toby was what would be described as a "hottie" by any standards. He was a long-haired, blonde, blue-eyed, young norse god. He was not particularly muscular, but he was nicely toned and nicely tanned. He knew his a over-all image was just short of wholesome, but he also knew people were attracted to that 'little bit of the devil' in him. And girls – and some guys – very very attracted to the ample bulge in the crotch of his denim cut-offs.

Toby was counting on his considerable attractions to get him a ride to Hope at the south end of the Coquihalla — or better still, all the way to Vancouver another 100 miles further on. But he was not going to approach anyone to ask for a ride. He was well aware of the police car with its watchers parked across the lot.

When Jake Brum pulled into that same weigh-station on that same morning, he was looking for two things — company and a fuck. He was on the lookout for some willing young man to take a trip in the sleeper of his rig. And he had just the recipe for such a trip. Jake always carried two medicinal items in his pockets: "Provies," or Provigil to keep him awake and alert without coffee effects; and "stroofies," or Short Term Rohypnol, to knock him out quickly when he needed a short sleep but was too keyed up to relax. The latter was a designer version of the well-known date-rape drug "Roofies." Jake bought the version he used from a contact in Toronto. He had found that one effect of the drug was that he woke up relaxed but extremely horny and hard, and stayed that way for ages — and so did any other guy he slipped it to.

Having spent the night near Revelstoke, he was still sporting a semi-hard-on from the Stroofie effect — and was still very horny. He took a stroll around the weigh-station to stretch his legs, grab a smoke – and check out the line-up. There was only one hottie that really caught his attention – and that hottie was Toby.

Toby was not unaware that Jake was eying him up – and he didn't mind one bit. Toby had always had a soft spot – make that a hard region – for truckers, and this one was no exception — shaved head topped off with a ball-cap; tight mesh body-shirt; equally tight jeans with a tremendous bulge in front; all finished off with boots. In Toby's eyes this was perfection. He would lick this guy's shiny dome or his sweaty ass or his grungy boots. He would suck his face or suck his cock; fuck the trucker's ass, or take the trucker's cock up his ass.

Of course, Jake couldn't know what Toby was thinking. In fact, in Jake's eyes Toby appeared to be just a little too angelic and innocent. But he hoped a single "stroofie" might change all that. He made his decision and approached the boy.

"Hey, kid," he said pleasantly. "You travelling?"

Jake saw the kid's eyes light up. He figured it was in anticipation of being offered a ride. He knew the law; he knew that the kid was not allowed to ask for a ride – especially with the police cruiser parked across the lot.

"Which way you going?" Jake knew it was kind of a dumb question, considering they were at the northern end of the long lonely highway and most truckers in the weigh-station were here to check in before heading south, but it did keep the conversation open.

"Hope," Toby told him. "Hope to get to Hope today." He grinned stupidly at his own stupid play on the name.

"Well, maybe your hopes are coming true. Mine too, I was hoping to find me a passenger to keep me awake on the drive down to Hope. Yeah, I know it's corny, but if you want, you can ride with me."

"That'd be great, Mister…"

"Jake. Call me Jake," he was told.

"Hi, Jake. I'm Toby."

"Well, Toby, we'd better get going.

As Toby picked up his duffle-bag and followed the trucker, he eyed up the older man's butt in the tight jeans. He wondered what it would be like to get his dick between those rounded cheeks – or better still, to have those thighs pumping into his own ass. He wondered how he would get the subject around to sex and how he would seduce the guy. He needn't have bothered wondering. Jake had his own plans.

They each climbed into the cab of the rig. As Jake started the engine and put it in gear, he asked, "So where did you sleep last night? You look a little beat."

"Didn't sleep, really. Got a ride all the way from Calgary. Guy dropped my off the other side of Kamloops early this morning."

"Well, why don't you climb back into the sleeper and grab a few winks. I'll wake you at Merritt and we'll grab a bite to eat there."

"That sounds like a good idea," the boy replied, and clambered back into the sleeping compartment.

"And that looked like one warm pop you were sipping on back there at the weigh-station. If you look in the little fridge back there, you'll find a nice cold ginger beer. It's already opened, but I didn't drink from it." No, but what he had done was to drop one of his tasteless stroofies into it, hoping for a situation just like this.

"Thanks, Jake," Toby answered. Focussed on driving, Jake heard the fridge in the back open and close, then Toby moving his gear around before stretching out to try to get a few winks. He was sound asleep in minutes. Even Jake was surprised by how quickly his stroofie had worked.

It was nearly half an hour later that Jake pulled into a chain-up area and cut the engine. At this time of the year, no-one needed to chain-up, so there was just one other trucker in the pull-off right now, and he was using the porta-potty. (Probably jerking off, Jake thought.)

The other driver emerged from the toilet, waved to Jake, climbed into his rig, and departed. Jake was now alone with his young prey. It was feeding time.

When Jake pulled back the thin curtains separating the cab from the sleeper and went to climb in, he got the surprise of his life. The lad was stark naked. He must have shed his shorts and runners before he passed out, reasoned Jake. Not only was Toby stark naked, but he was sporting a huge hard-on. Of course, this was a normal effect of the stroofies, Jake told himself. He always woke up with a super-hard when he used stroofies himself.

Jake could not resist this tempting morsel. Still kneeling on the padded console between the two cab seats, he leaned into the sleeper towards the beckoning cock.

Opening his mouth, he took the large knob into his mouth. A drop of pre-cum or maybe piss squeezed out into Jake's mouth. He didn't mind. He liked the taste. He sat back and perused the sleeping body. As he did, he saw Toby's eyes flutter open. Jake thought the young man might be waking up already, but no, the eyes closed and his deep breathing resumed. Toby relaxed and prepare to taste more of this delicious piece of meat.

Again his mouth closed over Toby's knob, but this time he pushed his face down onto the boy's shaft. It was a thick pole, but not so thick that Jake couldn't get it past his gag reflex and down his gullet. He pulled back and off the large cock. He wanted it further down his throat, but he would have to climb in with the boy to do that. To make life easier, he shed his shirt and pants and boots and socks, leaving them on the front seats. Now he was stark naked too, as he was travelling commando, hoping for some action. Then he clambered in alongside the sleeping form, head to toe, to give him better access to the natural bend in the youth's cock. Now he clambered on top, supporting himself on hands and knees splayed across the sleeping boy. He leaned down to take the cock down his throat. In a swift plunge he drove his face down on the cock, which, in turn, was driven all the way down his throat. The lad's pubes were brushing Jake's nose.

Jake held the long, thick cock in his mouth and throat, almost chocking. His own cock was rock hard now, and dangling in the boy's face. A 69 would be nice, he thought. Wait! Did he feel a tongue brush his cock-head? He lifted his head, drawing the boy's cock from his throat. He glanced back. No, the boy was still sound asleep. Wishful thinking, Jake assumed.

He went back to the task of deep-throating the thick cock. The more times he plunged his face down upon the impressive shaft, the easier it became. Jake's years of cock-sucking on the highways of Canada had served him well. He was quite expert at the task. So expert that it didn't take long before he saw the young man's balls below him tightening. Jake knew what was to come. It was only moments more before man-cream flooded directly into his throat. He could feel the lad's shaft pulsing with each new eruption. Jake pulled back a little so he could get some into his mouth, to savour the salty-sweet taste of boy-cum.

Swallowing it down greedily, Jake was aware of his own cock, painfully stiff. He took his tool in hand, wishing the lad was face down so he could bury his rigid rod in those tight buttocks. As if answering his prayer, Toby stirred a little and rolled over, laying on his still-swollen cock, his downy mounds exposed. Jake practically drooled at the sight.

He reached into the sleeper compartment and spread the young man's ass-cheeks. A ruby red rose bud showed itself, buried in an almost hairless crevasse. Jake wondered if the lad shaved down there. He bent in and ran his long tongue along the crack, brushing the beautiful red rosebud. It flexed and winked. That seemed like an invitation, and Jake forced his tongue against it. The boy's sphincter relaxed a little as if eager to have a visitor, and Jake pushed his tongue in. Toby murmured with pleasure, and for a moment Jake thought he must be awake, but the boy lay with his head turned to the side, and Jake could see that he was still fast asleep.

The trucker could not resist. He found his condoms and lube in the glove compartment. He unrolled a condom onto his rod, then slathered some lube on his very stiff cock, and a little more on the young man's asshole, then clambered into the sleeper with the lad.

Jake had three reasons for the condom. Of course, he wanted to avoid any diseases if he could; he didn't want the guy on waking to fart and fill his pants with cum; nor did he want to leave any identifying DNA, if it ever came to that.

But it had never come to that. Without exception, his victims had always been quite accepting when they realized they had been fucked, many of them wanting a rematch fully awake.

It took only moments to straddle the boy's ass, spread his cheeks with his hands, find the tight entry-way with his steely dick and press down and in. His cockhead encountered very little resistance, and slid in easily. Jake thought the young man might wake and scream, but the only response was a murmur of pleasure. It was clear to Jake that young Toby was no virgin. There had probably been no need for the stroofie.

As his prick sank further and further into the warm, tight hole, Jake knew it would not be long before he came. He could already feel his nuts tightening even as he made this first thrust forward. Damn! He had hoped he would last longer — but it was still a long way to Hope!

In minutes they were on the road again, with Toby still sound asleep in the sleeping compartment.

About fifteen minutes down the road, Jake heard his passenger stirring in the space behind him. Moments later, the still-naked form of Toby slid down into the passenger seat beside him.

Jake glanced over at his companion. The youth was serene and smiling. Sometimes his victims were angry or confused.

"Have a good nap?" asked Jake.

"Very," the boy replied. "Had an amazing dream. Practically came in my sleep."

"Wow! Must have been good," Jake observed, laughing inwardly at his memories of sucking and fucking the young man.

"Yeah, sure was!" Toby agreed. "Are there any more pull-outs between here and Hope?" the boy asked.

"Some," Jake informed him.

"How soon is the nearest one?" Toby asked.

"Between here and Merritt. About another thirty minutes," Jake told him. "Why? Do you need to piss or something?"

"No," Toby replied. "I need to fuck you. Time for turn about," he said to the stunned Jake. "You fucked me; now I'll fuck you."

"You were awake?" Jake asked, amazed.

"Yep," the grinning young man replied. "For every hot minute of it!"

"But what about the …" His voice trailed off.

"Yes, what about whatever you had put in that drink? I didn't drink it. Momma always told me never to accept open candy water from a stranger," Toby laughed. "But I was horny, and I figured you were, too. I wanted to see how far you'd go. It was a good blow-job and a good fuck. But now it's my turn." He laughed again. "Now hurry up and get to the next pull-out. If you're any good, maybe we can spend the whole night together in Hope!"

Jake pressed down on the accelerator!

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