Parking Lot - Part One: Working the Graveyard

Part One - Working the Graveyard

“Kenny, this is Gary. He’ll be coming into the lot for the next couple of weeks during your watch. Be sure and keep an eye open so you can let him in.”

That was my boss introducing me to one of the truck drivers. I worked at the automobile ramp for one of the major railroads in town. During the day, we’d off-load cars and park them at the ramp for the trucks to come in and distribute to area dealers. Other trucks would bring in vehicles from the local auto plant, which we would load onto railcars to be shipped out of town.

All of this took place during the daytime, but at night, we’d run shifts for one of us to just hang around the ramp and watch the automobiles, sort of a security guard type function. I doubled up, working the day shift on weekdays and watching the ramp from 11 to 7 on weekend nights. For some reason, this guy Gary was going to run his routes at night during my shift, thus the need for our introduction.

I held out my hand for a shake, “Hi, Gary. I’ve seen you come into the ramp. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He took my hand and squeezed as tight as he could, forcing me to retaliate to withstand the pressure. “Just be sure you stay awake, ‘cause I know how you guys like to get paid to sleep. Don’t even make me wait for you to unlock that gate, or I may have to thump you one.”

I thought to myself, “That’s a hell of a way to get started.” Gary had a stern look on his face, but a slight glint in his eye. I figured he was just testing me to see if I was some sort of weenie. “That’s ok, Gary ol' buddy. I’ve got a real good lawyer if you want to go that route.”

This cracked him up. He gave a hardy laugh and began to conduct a more natural handshake with me. I could tell we were going to get along just fine.

Now Gary was a truck driver, but not in the usual sense of the term. These guys didn’t just drive their rigs, but also had to load and unload them several times per day. This involved driving the cars onto their trailers, climbing up to the racks and securing each tire with chains. Then they’d reverse the procedure to unload, come back to the ramp and repeat the process. Each trailer held 10 to 12 vehicles, depending on the size of the cars. 

So, as you can imagine, these fellas were in great physical shape, unlike many drivers you see in truck stops. Gary was no exception to this. I could tell he had been doing this for several years, because the shape of his chest and belly, coupled with the size of his forearms and biceps, defined him as a hard man. The top four buttons on his shirt were undone, and a healthy growth of chest hair was clearly visible, mostly black, some silver. The muscles in his furry forearms had bulged when he gripped my hand, and I found this quite stimulating. Several men who came into the ramp, plus those I worked with on the railcars, had the same effect on me, but I always would cast these thoughts aside. The rule is: “you don’t get your honey where you make your money.” It was the best way to stay out of trouble, and Gary was no exception. 

So my Friday day shift ended on a good note. In eight hours I’d be returning to the ramp to work my weekend night job. 

I arrived around 10:50 and hung around our building waiting to clock in. The ramp guys had a pretty good sized structure to hang out in, with a locker room and showers, four-stall bathroom and an office for our boss. Across the entrance lane to the ramp, the drivers only had a shed. Inside was a desk for their boss and a tiny office, that was about it. The drivers were always in and out and didn’t really need much of a building. If they had to shit or piss, they’d just use ours. 

I punched in at 11:00 pm and headed for the ramp. The 3-11 guy came in the door as I was exiting. “Did that driver come in tonight?”

“I ain’t seen nobody.”

What a half-wit this guy was. He was the reason for Gary’s comment about us sleeping. Everybody knew he was the culprit and how he kept his job I’ll never know. The drivers would have to blast their horns and wait for his lazy ass to wake up and let them in, and this created friction between us and them.

But I wasn’t that way. I actually enjoyed being there at night. It was always quiet and peaceful, and I’d just sit in our former U.S. Postal Jeep and watch trains coming in and out of the nearby yard. Sometimes I’d even bring my bike and make the rounds that way, circling the one-mile inside diameter of the fence countless times. 

Our buildings sat outside the ramp, which was enclosed by a 10 foot high steel mesh fence, topped off with sharp razor wire. The swinging gates were locked seven days a week from 5 pm until 5 am, only to be opened when trucks were coming or going, which was rare at night. Only one key was issued to the employees, and dingle berry had passed it to me when we met at the door. I opened the lock, unwrapped the chain and swung open one of the gates. Once inside, I reversed the process and began my nightly duties, which tonight would be nothing. The railroad guys had already brought the “spot”, which was railcars filled with automobiles, onto the ramp, ready to be off-loaded the next day. So I started up the Jeep and circled the lot, checking to make sure cars were parked properly. Hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of brand new vehicles sat on that lot at any given time, and the railroad was more than happy to pay one of us to watch them. 

I hadn’t been there more than 30 minutes when I saw headlights coming toward the ramp. Someone was parking their car by the driver’s shed, so I steered the Jeep towards the gate. By the time Gary got to the ramp, I had the lock opened and was waiting for him. “Hi Gary. How’s everything this evening?”

“Service with a smile, eh?”

“Well, what else have I got to do?”

“I’m just glad you’re here waiting for me. I’m in no mood to fuck around while someone gets their ass down here to open up.”

I thought I might as well press him on this as I locked up the gate and we walked towards his truck. “Are you pissed because you gotta work tonight?”

“No. My wife’s bitching because I’m working nights. I don’t know what difference it makes, she never wants to do anything anyway. All she ever does when I’m there is sit in front of the TV and feed her face. We never go out. Hell, she hardly even fucks anymore, and when she does, I get the feeling she’s half bored to death.”

Seemed pretty strange that he would share all of this with me, considering we hardly knew one another, but I’ll have to say I was intrigued. I figured since we were being so honest, I’d just egg him on a little. “So, does she at least suck your dick for you?”

“Are you kidding? She never did like that and she sure as hell wouldn’t touch me now. I haven’t had a good blow job since I married her.”

Beautiful. That’s just what I wanted to hear. I’ve run across so many men in this same predicament that I’ve lost count. He started to climb into the cab of his truck and I tossed him another bone. “No wonder you’re in a bad mood. There’s nothing in the world like getting drained by a world-class cock sucker.”

“Don’t ask me. I forgot what that feels like.” He started up his truck. “Well, see you later. Don’t go to sleep now.”

I smiled and wave him on, while he headed for the loading lane. I watched from a distance as he parked and stepped out of the cab with his list. Each car was parked in a numbered row and space, and the drivers would have to walk to each car, drive it to the staging area and line them up. Then they’d load and chain them to the trailer before heading for the gate. I got back in the Jeep and resumed making the rounds, keeping an eye on Gary to see how much longer before he was ready to leave. 

He had his trailer half loaded when I noticed him waving me over. I drove up close and parked the Jeep, exiting and heading to his trailer, where he was sitting with his hand on top of his cap.

“I bumped my head.” He removed the cap so I could see. “Is it bleeding?”

The hair on top was starting to thin, but he still was able to comb it over and it looked good. Like his chest, the hair on the top and sides of his head was still black with little specks of silver dotted throughout. I reached up and gently ran my fingers on the top part of his scalp. It was late April and the evening air was cool, but Gary had worked up a little sweat from his work. I rubbed the beads up there around in circles, then turned my hand towards me to see if sweat and blood were mixed together. “No, looks clean. I don’t see any blood at all, but I bet you’ll get a bump on your noggin.”

“Jesus Christ, you’d think as long as I’ve been doing this, I’d know every inch of this god damn trailer. Can’t believe I did that.”

“Well, maybe it’s because it’s night.” The lot was well lit and I knew he could see just like it was daytime, but I was trying to pick up his spirits. “You just need someone to take care of you.”

“You’re right, Kenny. I need somebody to take care of a whole bunch of things.” He stood up and returned to his duties. I went back to the Jeep and drove around until he was almost loaded. Then I went to the gate to open it up for him to leave. Swinging open the exit side, I waved and smiled as he left the ramp and he returned my farewell.

I was figuring on him being gone about two hours. Usually that’s what it would take to reach his destination, off load and return for more vehicles. The way the ramp was set up, I could see any headlights turning off the street and coming in the entry lane no matter where I happened to be inside the fence. After I’d driven in circles for awhile, I decided to head for our building to refill my thermos from the coffee pot and use the john.

As I was standing at the urinal to piss, I heard a truck motor approaching. Looking at my watch, I determined that Gary had only been gone an hour, so I knew it wasn’t him. I quickly finished and zipped up, rushing out the door so I could unlock the gate. I was wrong, it was him. He was sitting up there in his cab with a big smile on his face, that hairy forearm hanging out the open window.

“Back already?”

“Yeah. I ran my ass off to get that one over with. Come up here.”

I stepped up onto his sideboard and met him face to face.

Gary looked down towards his lap, then back to me. “You want some candy?”

Staring down to the seat of the cab, I could see an open bag of those candied orange slices resting right between the trucker’s inner thighs. These certainly aren’t my favorite sweets, but I excitedly said, “Sure!” and reached in with my left hand. “But, what if my hand slips and I grab your belly?” I clamped my hand onto him right above his belt buckle and dug in a little with the tips of my fingers. 

I felt the strong muscles tense up when I touched his shirt and he let out a chuckle. “No, son. My candy’s a little lower.”

So I moved my hand onto his crotch. “Here?”

“Yeah, that’s where it is.”

I began to squeeze on him, and I could feel his dick getting larger in my hand, trying to find some way to escape. He leaned over with a gleam in his eye, as he whispered, “You wanna see him?”

“Hell yes!” Gary reached down and unzipped his pants, then he set the bag of sweets on the passenger seat and put his palms down on his own seat, leaving his trousers open for me to reach inside and find his candy. “There you go. Just a look for now.”

I invaded the opening and found that he was wearing boxers. Grabbing his cock, I steered it through the opening and it sprang out of his pants like a jack-in-the-box. What a beauty! Hard as a rock, it stood eight inches into the air, about one and a half inches in diameter. I clasped my hand around the shaft and slowly moved towards his powerful mushroom head, gloriously cut and perfectly shaped. Gary kind of moaned when I touched underneath the head, signalling to me that this was his favorite spot.

“Tell you what, Kenny. It’s been a long time and I want us to be comfortable.” He took his beautiful pud away from me and returned it to its hole. “If you’ll help me with this, I’ll be done in no time and then you can have it.”

“How many loads have you got left?”

“Three. I’m already way ahead of schedule. Let’s get this truck in the ramp and I’ll show you what to do.”

I ran for the gate and opened her up. After I locked us in I headed for Gary’s truck, where he was just now stepping out. 

“You got something to write on?”

“Yeah, let me get it.” I got what I needed out of the Jeep.

“Write these numbers down. You get these cars staged and I’ll load ‘em up. Then when I leave, you get the next group ready.”

Gary and I sprang into action and soon he was ready to pull out of the ramp. I waved him goodbye, and he returned my favor by moving his cuffed hand up and down like he was jacking his meat. Guess you could say he was pretty excited. I know I sure as hell was. 

I locked the gate and got the next group ready for him. When he got back to pick up load number three he was moving like a house on fire. At this time, I was in my late twenties and I figured Gary to be about 20 years older than I, but he was flying up and down that trailer like he was a teenager. Before he got into the cab to leave, he stopped and grinned at me with that cap cocked to one side. Then he grabbed his crotch and gave it a little rub before jumping in and pulling out towards the gate. I was so mesmerized that I had to wake myself to get in the Jeep so I could let him out. This guy was primed and so was I. So much for my golden rule about “don’t get your honey...blah, blah, blah”.