Planned Rape

Ian drove his new black extended cab truck slowly, smoothly, like a hunting shark. He cruised around the nighttime city, past strip malls and supermarkets, through high-class neighborhoods and decrepit slums. Near the edge of the city, where the sidewalks and newly paved streets gave way to winding, hidden back roads, he found his prey.
Ian drove up to the young man slowly, trying to get a good look at him as he walked backward in the shadows, holding his thumb out. He had one hand in his pocket. He was wearing a white T-shirt that hugged his muscular pecs and emphasized the tight lines of his stomach – he was cute. Ian stopped the truck and opened the window.
“Where’re you headed?” he asked.
“Bedford,” he said. “You headed that way?”
“I am now,” Ian said. He unlocked the passenger door. “Get in.”
“Thanks,” the man said. He jogged around the front of the truck, his dark hair gleaming in the headlights. He climbed in. “I’m Doug.” He held out his hand. Ian took it, and they locked eyes.
“I’m Ian.”
The handshake lasted a beat too long, and when it broke, Doug settled in the seat, conspicuously adjusting his jeans around his crotch. Ian started driving.
“This is a huge truck,” Doug said. “Nice.”
“I like my toys big,” He noticed Doug biting his bottom lip to stifle a smile. “Kinda late to be walking all the way to Bedford. Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Doug said. He ran a hand through his hair, moving it out of his blue eyes. “I was just in town looking for work. Took longer than I thought. I didn’t know the buses don’t run after seven.”
“Not from around here, huh?”
“No, I’m from Connecticut.”
“Public transportation around here leaves a lot to be desired. What do you do for work?”
Doug squirmed in his seat a little bit. “Umm… a little of this and that.”
“Really? You get a medical plan with that?” Ian chuckled. Doug grinned confidently.
“Let’s just say I do what I need to do.”
Ian smirked. “I bet.” As he drove, he rested his right hand on his thigh, pretending to rub an itch. He moved his hand up to his crotch and started slowly massaging himself to erection, until the thick shape of it was clearly straining against his jeans. From the corner of his eye, he could see Doug watching.
“You got a girlfriend, Doug?”
“Nope.” Doug shifted in his seat, revealing an impressive bulge of his own.
“A good looking guy like you, with a body like that, they should be banging your door down.”
“Oh, there’s a lot of banging going on, trust me,” Doug laughed. “But I don’t have much need for a girlfriend.”
He stretched in his seat, and Ian watched Doug’s t-shirt ride up on his stomach. The low waist of his jeans just barely grazed the top of his pubes, and his erection was hard enough to create a gap between the fabric and his skin.
“I see,” Ian said. He pressed a button on his left, and the locks clicked shut.
Doug raised his eyebrows, and sat up straight. Ian turned a hard right Doug begged, “Please!”
Ian slapped Doug’s ass and hissed – “Shut up!” And as he was about to plunge in he was startled by a siren wailing in his ear. It was coming from Doug’s pants pocket. His cell phone!
“Dammit, Doug!” Ian shrugged Doug’s feet off his shoulder.
“Oh shit, I forgot.” Doug struggled to fish his phone out from the bundle around his ankles. It continued to ring. “I have to take this.”
“I thought we agreed not to bring phones, babe.”
“I know, I know, shh…” He found the phone, flipped it open, and held it to his ear. “Hey Mom…”
Ian groaned and pulled his pants up. He caught snippets of the conversation.
“…I know, I know… Yeah, I’m fine… Ian picked me up… we’re pulling into his driveway right now…”
Ian picked up the gun and squirted water into Doug’s face.
“Dude, my phone!” Doug whispered to Ian, and then, louder – “…bye, Mom. I’ll call you tomorrow.” He snapped his phone shut.
“That’s why we weren’t supposed to bring phones.” He squirted Doug again and laughed.
“I’m sorry. I told her I’d call her when I got home. I forgot I even had it.”
He watched as Ian climbed back into the driver’s seat.
Doug sighed. “I was totally getting into that. Guess the mood’s ruined, huh?”
“Not necessarily,” Ian said slyly. “Get your pants on.”
“What are you thinking?” Doug asked. He climbed back into the front and buckled his pants.
“Well, suppose we didn’t stop. Suppose I brought you back to my secluded ‘farmhouse of despair’…” Ian suggested. He turned the ignition and drove up the dirt road, towards the porch lights.
“But I escape, and you hunt me in the sunflower fields…”
“Ooh, I like that.” He aimed the water pistol back at Doug’s head. “Now shut up. My place is right up the road, there…”
Doug giggled. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t shoot…”