All of us have secrets. We might wear an intangible mask to hide something we think is shameful. Something that we fear would give others reason to mock us, to laugh at us, to expose us as one not really worthy of admiration. We wear that mask to hide a simple truth when it might not even matter at all. How often we fear exposing what is truly of little concern in the broader landscape of this life.
The Greyhound bus left a downtown depot late one evening. David was alone in his seat and on the road once more. He didn't really have enough money to spend the night in a motel. He had convinced Gretchen to lend him enough to purchase a ticket to Denver. He had eaten the potato pancakes at The Original Pancake House in Portland, founded in 1953. He took his one meal in town there with this lady friend. It was the cheapest thing on the menu.
Now was the time to get back to his apartment near the university. That was his home at this point in his life. Just the year before he was discharged from the U.S. Navy after spending four years on active duty. He returned to work towards the degree he had not even been close to completing before. When he was in school the first time, after less than a couple of years, David had bummed out, dropped out, and went into the service. Now, at twenty-six years of age, he was older and more experienced than many of his compatriots in college. But he was still wearing the mask he had worn for years now.
Darkness draped over the damp, soggy scenery of Portland. The aroma of diesel fumes trailed into his lungs. He didn't mind in the least. That odor always meant mystery and adventure for him. When he reported for duty to the navy he had taken a Greyhound from home up to St. Louis. Many memories came along with that smell, tickling his mind with the sense of this place and others like it over the years.
David and Gretchen had driven all the way out along a scenic route, following the Columbia River Gorge during the last leg, stopping along the way to see a few waterfalls beside the highway. It had been Gretchen's car they drove with him spending over half the time behind the wheel.
They were just passing into Kansas, crossing over the confluence of the Missouri and the Kaw rivers, when she gave him the first blow job of their travels.
With dexterity and efficiency she leaned over and used her left hand to pull his thigh over towards her so she could unbutton his 501 Levis. Her dainty unpolished fingernails tickled his prick as a small hand fished his boner out. She greedily licked the oozing tip as he steered precariously around the bend in the interstate, up a slope above the rivers, and down onto a prairie area.
He momentarily took note of the gusty wind jiggling the small car and flattening the big bluestem grasses. He then groaned as he let himself fall under her spell of lust. He gripped the steering wheel with his left hand. His right hand twisted into her brown curls, pulling her pink lips to his cock. She expertly stroked his hardness as she tongued and sucked roughly. Her own saliva lubricated him just the way she wanted it.
David had been rather anticipating this for an hour or so. Gretchen was always so eager for cock sucking. His meat had been sprawled down his left thigh, semi-hard as always when near little Gretchen, where it would not interfere with his maneuvering the vehicle. She kept her head away from the gear shift in the floor, bobbing her face down to take all of him in and dripping her juicy drool about his balls. Her efforts soaked his crotch thoroughly. He was used to that with her. Besides, spit always dried clean.
Finally she had squirmed her body around, sprawled her bent right leg back against the seat, and twisted her cotton panties aside. Under her plaid skirt she fondled her slit to fruition as his spunk spewed out and slightly gagged her. She took it all and sucked him dry. Then she licked him clean, licked her own fingers, and tenderly placed his dick back into his denims with a knowing smirk on her lips.
This little journey had started as a wild temptation. To take a road trip with Gretchen and get to know her much better. She had an internship for the summer waiting for her in Oregon. She didn't care to drive alone. What the hell, he had thought. It was the end of the semester. Finals were over. Summer school was not yet in session. A long drive out to the West Coast sounded like lots of fun. As it often was with David he paid no mind to being dead broke.
Why worry about money. Besides, Gretchen hadn't wanted to travel by herself all that way in her new used car. And her latest boyfriend had gigs playing some Christian folk rock venues over the summer. He wasn't giving her any love right now. David didn't mind filling in as he had many times before. But Gretchen was still the virgin her straight boyfriend thought she was.
It had been diverting. Travel was always pleasurable. They made sure to stop and see some scenery along the way. Jaunting their way across the width of the country and down the Columbia River to Portland. Yes, it had been amusing. And there was plenty of the best cock sucking David had ever had. Now what?
The day they arrived in Portland they went to the historic first pancake house in the country and he had potato pancakes. That was sort of his way. To do the thing just slightly off. The way he wore his mask in front of anyone he wanted to fool. The undetectable mask that no one actually saw. She dropped him off at the bus depot.
The Greyhound pulled out as Gretchen walked away, simply vanishing into the misty rainfalls of the Northwest.
As the bus driver shifted and moved the bulky vehicle through the evening traffic David checked his pockets again. No matter how much he looked he still had only two dollars and the bus ticket to Denver. Gretchen had been nice enough to buy that for him. With the promise he would pay her back by depositing a check in her account when he arrived home. The trip on the bus would take a couple of days. It meant he was on a diet as of now.
He recalled that his friend Violet lived in Denver. Her father was a lawyer there. They hadn't become an item, she and David, but it had been quite close once upon a time. It would not be too inappropriate to see if he could stay the night with her and, perhaps, borrow a little scratch to get back home.
Was life complicated, or what? He laid his head back on the seat and tried to sleep as the bus quietly rolled along the highway heading eastward.
He finally drifted off into a dream. It took him back to another journey the past summer. Just out of the navy he had decided to check out some relatives back East. Taking a Greyhound out of Springfield was the easiest way to get there without a car. He had spent over a month on that trek and it started out delightfully.
He remembered that her name was Cindy Lou. She was just going up to St. Louis to visit her dad. Something about her folks being divorced. Her mom wouldn't let her drive the three hours up there even though she had just got her license. She smiled shyly when she showed David the new identification with her picture on it. Sixteen years old and going to see daddy. Sweet and giddy as only schoolgirls can be. Especially when they are out on their own for the first time.
It hadn't taken long, sitting way in the back of the bus, to get to know Cindy Lou really well. First, lots of conversation, lots of listening, lots of stories about the navy and college, lots of gossip about her girlfriends and what sluts they were. Before she realized what was going on they were kissing and David could smell the cherry cough drop odor on her breath. HIs hand drew hers over to rub his hard on in his pants. She hesitated just a little. "No, please, Mister." He smiled as he let go of her hand then kept kissing her. She moaned, reached over, and started exploring the length and girth of his dick with a tentative hand.
Quickly, as he kept kissing her chapsticked lips, his fingers skittered up her skirt and found the wetness he knew was there. He spread those lower lips apart while kissing and tonguing her. Being as gentle as he needed to be. "You're so nasty, Mister," she whispered in his ear. "Do that some more. Ohmigod, you're such perv!"
David never considered pulling his prick out for himself. He let her test the waters with the older guy as she tried to show him she knew what she was doing. What she did was lovely as far as he was concerned. She continued to rub him slowly, then briskly, and he came in his pants with her last firm grip of his dick.
She pussy was coming on his slippery fingers as they entered the erratic traffic of St. Louis and they had to finally pull apart. The smell of her young cunny drifted up into his nostrils. People stood up to look out the windows to see how close they were to the Greyhound station and pointed a the Gateway Arch. She muttered once more just before she arose to leave the bus, "I wish you could have been my first fuck, Mister." She smiled at him as she skipped down the steps of the bus and gathered her bag from the driver.