"Rodeo, I thought that was your rig!" A booming voice called out as Randy looked over his shoulder, from his siting position, on a bench. The male squirrel had almost been in a trance after ten 12 hours days on the road, and it still seemed to hold onto him as he watching his small companion pet run around the meek playpen area at the large gas station stop.

"Rammer, is that you?!" Randy kept looking back and then squinted his eyes to make sure he was seeing the other, far larger red male squirrel in the fading sun light.

"The one and only!" Rammer's laugh barked loudly as he let himself into the small pet area, petless, and then took a seat on the bench next to Randy. "It must be faith that we keep running into one another out here."

"Heheh." Randy let out in his now usual underwhelmed social expression. "Nothing but us rejects out here." He reminded the man that recently joined him in conversation. The male Texas squirrel looked around the bleak trucker rest area, trying not to focus on the life he'd lost as a drunk, but just see the beauty that was around him now... in his lonely life. Even if his so called social, and, sexual life was filled with worthless men like Rammer. Besides... who was he to judge?! He was also an outcast, and was likely as bad, if not worse, than any other outcast entertained with a random fling with him.

"Rejects?" Rammer scoffed as he moved his arm from around Randy's shoulder down to his inner thigh where he started to rub aggressively. "I don't need my Rodeo all depressed." Rammer leaned in and whispered in his ear. "I know times are hard baby, but I think we can both work all that extra stiffness out together in my extra-large cab." The extremely tall, and fit, red, furred male squirrel smiled at the smaller fit brown male as both of their breathing picked up. "Just bring your little pup's bed, so he can sleep, while we enjoy the sins of the life on the road."

Randy just nodded. This was likely well over the dozenth time he hooked up with Rammer, which was far from this massive squirrel's real name, but even the truckers that didn't engage in the gay sex networks still all had nick names as well. Randy easily picked up rodeo as he was from Texas, and seemed to always end up being the mount to ride. He didn't mind it much. This random sex started to start feeling good to him. Before he was so devoted to finding someone right and settling down, but that never happened. In fact, he was used for that too many times, and then his family kept giving him a hard time. Finally, when he was at his lowest, after being disowned, he went into total hell.

After he gave up on his job and drank all day until his money dried up. By that time even his loser friends had had enough of him, and kicked him out. Randy drove his beat-up truck for two weeks randomly... while contemplating killing himself until he saw a billboard. It was offering paid training for new CDL truck drivers. He was on his last 60 bucks, and had no other options than to jump in front of traffic, so he decided to give it a shot. It must've been a sign of fate that he got the job and spent the next 4 months in school, for free, but working 40 hours a week in one of the companies warehouses to make it worthwhile. Almost no sleep, and discipline, paid off. He got his CDL and the position.

A year later he ran into a little lost pup at a job site after offloading freight, and took it in. Sprout. He liked to think he was remaking his life before that, but it wasn't long until taking in that stray that he really recalled what joy was. Love.

"I still gotta get in line fer a shower." Randy now admitted while Rammer brought his hand up a bit to play with Randy's tummy fur. "And eat."

"Two hours it is, Cowboy." Rammer leaned into Randy's faces close and whispered before placing one of Randy's free hands on, Ram's, massive hardon. "Bring a new play list." Rammer then stood up while still smiling down at the other man before winking and taking his leave.

The sun was nearly completely gone by the time Randy's most frequent fuck buddy left the pet area. Rammer didn't even need to give details on his own truck as he had magnetic logos, he put on whatever he was driving, as he was know as one of the biggest queer whores in the Midwest trucking industry. Ramming Runners. Most people would just look at his truck as being very aggressive about getting his cargo to the delivery point on time. That was true, but he still was well known to deliver other loads often in his mandated off time, to other male truckers and hitchhikers alike.

Randy never thought about being with another man until he go into trucking. Even after every cut him off he still tried to find love. He was used for drinks, oil changes, and such for months before he finally decided to be alone to for a while. However, on the road he was met with other male truckers telling him is wasn't gay to help each other out, and after many months of being alone he finally gave in. He guessed that was what it was like being in prison. Only it kept on going on... and going on... but Luckily... no feeling. He didn't care. He was alone and happy, besides his world that was Sprout. But that last truth he tried to avoid thinking too much about it. He was ok alone. As that was where everything he had loved, in the past, felt he needed to be. They were right, and now he was untouchable by their hurtful words. Or so he told himself now that he was free of them.