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Fortunately, a Flying J Truck Stop was approaching so Simon pulled into it. Partly to break his train of thought and partly to take a piss. He also thought he’d purchase an ice cream sandwich. These actions, together, should help him regain control of his memories and focus on preparations for this packing job.
He was at the freezer case picking through the offerings when...
A young man entered the store.
A gorgeous young man.
Tall. Cocky. Swagger just right for a t-shirt slopped over a wide belt and buckle around well-worn jeans. Boots that were anything but new. He was trim and cool, with perfect proportions. Taut muscles bulging but not overly so. Good flow from his back to a nicely rounded ass. And that I’m too fucking hot for you attitude that always brought out the prowling alleycat in Simon...
Who had been using the stop’s WIFI to check emails on his phone, so opened his camera and snuck a dozen photos as the young man strode past. Then stopped to peruse the soft drinks. Then squatted down in a manner that was close to balletic to grab an energy drink. Then sauntered back to the cashier with the sensuality of a cougar strolling through its domain. All without so much as a glance in anyone’s direction.
For a moment, Simon was unable to think of what he should do next. He just gazed upon the lad until he left the building. Then he took in a deep breath, paid for his ice cream sandwich, and followed him out...
Just in time to see him climb into the cab of a long-bed semi, bring it to life, and pull out of the parking lot back to the highway.
Simon stood in place for nearly five minutes, watching after the semi until his sandwich had all but melted out of its wrapper and all over his hand. He tore the wrapper open, shoved the entire mess into his mouth, ran back inside to wash his hands, then scurried over to his CRV.
He had his sketchbook with him and a fine pen, so sat in the parking area for an hour, working up an image of the lad off the photos on his phone. He settled on one of him standing before the door to the cooler. Three-quarter pose, expression intent on the selection. Surrounding him with shadows. Sharp illumination blasting on him from the front with only a hint of reflection to show the lovely form of his back, ass and legs. All as if he were outside caught by the headlights of a passing vehicle. Done in the loose black and white graphic style he so loved.
Of course, he emphasized the lad’s crotch a bit more than it really was, added a baseball cap, and made his nipples perky enough to notice. But by the time he was done, he had a good preliminary sketch to transfer into acrylic on canvas. He just needed to figure out how he would show the light source.
But that’s easy, Simon thought. Open door to daylight. Hint of a room in the shadows. Facing the world in full.
Like I never have.
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