Free A Christmas Carl by Ryan Field Page A

Carl
     
looked at the young man’s face and realized he was gazing at a younger version of his
     
own face again. Then he remembered going to the truck stop that night, hoping to find a
     
lover who could help get him through the most difficult Christmas of his life. He’d only
     
worn black boots and a black leather coat. Beneath that coat, he was totally naked.
     
“I want to leave,” Carl said. “I don’t want to watch this.” Normally, this wouldn’t
     
have bothered him. Carl had always practiced safe sex, he was an adult, and he’d never
     
played games with the men he’d been with. Anonymous safe sex had comforted him in
     
his darkest hours. But now that he knew about Donna and his son, watching all this made
     
his stomach churn. Suddenly, the context of the entire scene had changed from casual,
     
naughty fun to creepy and pathetic dysfunction. Carl felt sick to his stomach, and his
     
knees were weak. While Donna had been lying in a morgue somewhere, and his son was
     
in the custody of complete strangers, he’d been out cruising rest stops to have anonymous
     
sex with truck drivers on Christmas Day. Carl clenched his fists and shouted, “She should have told me she was going to
     
have a baby. She should have driven to my school and told me everything. I’m not a
     
mind reader. I had no idea.” He also knew he should have answered her letters. Breaking
     
all contact with her had been the worst mistake of his life. Donna had always been a
     
proud, independent woman, and she never would have begged him for anything.
     
The Ghost pointed to the younger version of Carl. Young Carl stood in front of
     
the truck and unfastened his belt. He opened the black leather coat and let it slide off his
     
shoulders. The coat hit the sidewalk, and he was naked except for a pair of black boots
     
that came up to his ankles. Young Carl slowly turned so his back was facing the truck. He
     
leaned over the trash can, spread his legs, and arched his back.
     
After that, two tall men got out of the truck. They crossed to the trash can where
     
young Carl was leaning. They were both in their early thirties. One was smoking a cigar
     
and rubbing his crotch. He was wearing a red plaid shirt, loose jeans, and a red baseball
     
cap. The other one had long black hair, a thin lanky body, and a long tattoo on his right
     
forearm. They were both wearing wedding bands, and they were both staring at young
     
Carl’s smooth, naked ass.
     
The one in the baseball cap said, “Me and my buddy here been watching your
     
little show from the truck.” Then he stepped behind young Carl and ran his large, rough
     
palm down young Carl’s back. “Looks like you wanna give us both a little Christmas
     
present tonight.”
     
Young Carl stood up and leaned into the man’s chest. While the man ran his
     
rough hands up and down the sides of young Carl’s naked body, young Carl lifted his arms in the air and said, “Let’s go into the cab. I’ll give both of you a Christmas present
     
you’ll never forget.”
     
The thin guy with the dark hair smiled. Then he reached for young Carl’s arm and
     
yanked him away from the guy wearing the baseball cap. “You gonna let me and my
     
buddy take turns on you?” His voice was deep. He had a rough beard and it looked as he
     
hadn’t shaved in two or three days.
     
Young Carl’s naked body went forward and he fell into the strong arms of the
     
dark-haired guy. He put one hand on the guy’s shoulder and grabbed his crotch with the
     
other. He said, “Do you guys have condoms?”
     
The dark-haired guy nodded yes and slapped young Carl’s ass a few times.
     
“Extra-large, and I wanna go first.”
     
While young Carl and the two men climbed into the truck, the Ghost pointed to
     
the truck’s cab and shook the black glove up and down.
     
Carl turned away from his younger image and said, “I want to leave now. I
     
already had to