8: Kaufmann (Arizona Rest Stop)

This road trip has been exactly what I needed. Though it’s been days since I met with Mads at his ranch, I keep thinking about it. I need more, if I’m being honest. I keep checking Grindr, Recon, and even FetLife, but no such luck. Still, I had a great time spending a few days across Texas before continuing west toward Los Angeles.

Today should have been an 11-hour driving day. I know that sounds insane, but I spent too long in Marfa a couple days ago and needed to make up the time. So, this morning when I woke up in Las Cruces, I thought I’d suck it up and spend one whole day driving — 11 hours from Las Cruces to Los Angeles. I allowed myself a couple hours to hike around Las Cruces as the sun rose, but got a little lost and wound up leaving late.

So, now, the sun was long since set and I’m still six hours from LA, approaching Phoenix. Instead of powering through, I decide it's better to just spend the night in Phoenix and get an early start tomorrow toward LA.

I pull off the highway into a rest area near Top-of-the-World, Arizona, so I can look up a hotel in the Phoenix area to book a room at. It’s already about 9:00PM. I pull out my phone and go to look up hotels, but… open Grindr instead.

You know, just to see.

Hm — just 216 feet away from me is a man, a middle-aged trucker. Handsome, rugged and well built, barrel-chested and solid. His photo shows him standing in front of a line of big rigs. His profile says that he loves getting wild with men on the road. The wilder, the better.

Sounds promising.

I shoot him a message: You here in the rest stop? Into wild and brutal here.

Certainly am. Watching a movie in the back of my rig. Stroking. Care to join?

I don’t say yes immediately, but have a conversation first. He answers to his last name, Kaufmann. He’s married to a wife back home in Birmingham. They have two kids. Both he and his wife are gay, but this life has worked out for them. He’s gone fucking men on the road; she’s home fucking women while the kids are at school.

Not sure if this is a healthy relationship, but what is, is none of my business. 

We take a moment to discuss my fetish for gut punching, curious if it fits into his idea of wild — and, fuck yeah, lucky me — it’s just what he’s looking for tonight.

Join me in here. Nice and private. I’m the Peterbilt 579 with the custom black paint job, he says.

Well, I don’t know shit about trucks, but I can read: Of the three rigs parked here, one is red. Of the the two black ones I see, one has a Peterbilt emblem and one says Volvo. Looks like I know where Kaufmann is. 

I approach the truck and Kaufmann opens the door before I arrive. I’ve never seen the interior of a rig before. This is mad: There’s a bedroom in the back (albeit small) with a closet behind the passenger seat, a fridge and microwave behind the driver seat, and a memory foam bed that spans the width of the truck. Kaufmann’s kept this place immaculately clean, too. 

He shuts the door behind me.

“Ya know kid, I’ve always wanted to do this,” he says. “Not specifically punch a guy in the gut, but I have always wanted to beat a guy up with no repercussions.”

He laughed. 

“And,” he continued, “I’ve always wanted to include physical brutality in an erotic setting. The guys I usually meet are into other wild things. Not usually shit like this. I’m ready for this.”

“Happy to oblige, man,” I say to him. “Love it.”

He stops moving and sizes me up. “Let’s get after it,” he says. “I want to see you cum while I beat you up.”

I’m standing in front of his closet. He approaches me, first running his hand through my hair while his other hand ran down my tee shirt, pressed to my muscular body as it traveled downward. Over my navel, he pulled his hand back and began pressing his fingers into my belly, which at this point was still tensed.

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “That’s real muscle right here. That’s solid. Slab of beef, aren’t ya, boy?”

I just smiled, keeping eye contact. 

“This is gonna hurt,” he said.

“It better,” I continued eye contact.

“Fuck you, kid,” he laughed. “Loosen this up.” He slapped the back of his hand against my abs. 

My belly relaxed under his hand. He immediately pinned me to the closet door with his left hand on my pecs to deliver back-to-back swift and hard uppercuts to the pit of my gut. His large fist landed right in the middle of my belly, above my navel, and followed through deep into my tangle of guts. I wasn’t actually expecting the onslaught to begin — we still hadn’t removed our clothes — but I did my best to allow his knuckles to plow as deep into my unprotected belly as he wanted.

He easily pounded the breath out of me and nearly had me doubled over already, but slammed me back up against his closet.

“Thought you wanted this, kid?” he said with a flirty tone with his fist grinding my upper intestines into my stomach as I groaned in pain.

Grabbing my shoulders, he rolled me to the bed on my back, the first real time I’d been able to catch my breath. He climbed on top of me, pinning me down and arranging my hands above my head, where he held them with his huge left paw. I was a little scared and unprepared, but couldn’t help but enjoy myself, as evidenced by my hard cock. On top of me, holding my hands down above my head, he delivered a hard shot straight down into my relaxed gut, just barely over my navel. My intestines flattened against my spine as a feeling of deep pain again radiated through my gut.

I groaned in pain again, but he knew I was keeping my abs soft on purpose. He knew he could keep going. He drove another hard punch directly into my navel, earning a hot moan from me and an affirmative fuck yeah, man, which drove him wild.

“Oh, yeah?” he said. “You like that? You want more of that?”“Hurt me,” I choked out. 

He drove another punch into my loose six pack, right into my navel, drilling deep into my soft innards. Another punch, this one lower, almost made me cum as it crushes my lower belly into the bed beneath me.

Kaufmann wasn’t done yet.

He picked me up from the bed, kicked my leg, and threw me to the ground. There wasn’t much room in the back of the cab. He’d thrown me to the ground on my side, against his bed, then his bare foot kicked deep into my soft bowels. The power of his kick was substantially stronger than any punch, lighting my body up with a terrific pain deep in my intestines. Another kick felt like it drove my navel into the bed behind me, in an impact that felt as though my innards had been crushed entirely. I actually felt tears form in my eyes as I strained to not cum from the overwhelming pain in my spongy abdomen. I couldn’t even tell him to stop.

He dropped to his knees in front of me, with his hands on his bed. He said nothing.

In this position, standing on his knees, he drove his bulky knee into my guts. All I could manage to do is grunt. Another knee to my belly nearly locked me up in pain. He might have been able to tell how badly my gut ached, because right then he picked me up, though I could barely stand. Still, doing my best, standing face to face, I tried to keep my knees strong when he shot an uppercut into my belly, instantly doubling me over.

“You fuckin boy,” he says. “Your gut ain’t tough enough for me. I’m gonna break it.”

He might be right.

Doubled over, I tried to steady myself by holding him, but I couldn’t quite stand back up yet. But I didn’t need to. He held me with his left arm and used his right to uppercut me right into the navel. The shot was so strong that his fist actually did connect with my spine through my belly and nearly lifted my feet from the ground. He drove another, equally strong punch into my navel. I wasn’t so much moaning as I was making inhuman sounds. I felt myself losing some control, like my eyes rolling back in pain and pleasure, now with tears heartily in my eyes – while simultaneously hoping he will continue his onslaught.

He let go and I fell to my knees. My soft gut heaving in pain as I tried to catch my breath.

“You weren’t kidding about loving abuse, huh,” he says. “You’ve got a tough set of guts in there, I’ll tell ya that much.”

“I want more,” I said. I only partly wondered if I’d come to regret it.

“Oh, you’ll get more,” he hissed. “Get undressed. Let me see you.”

I went to pull my tee shirt over my head, but Kaufmann grabbed my shirt, pulled it back down onto me, then tore it open from the neckline. He took my jeans, top button undone, and popped open the remaining buttons of my button fly. He tore them down my muscular thighs, boxer-briefs and all.

Out came my cock, still mostly hard as my belly ached just above.

He dropped to his knees in front of me, reaching his left hand up to hold my chest, pressing my back against his closet door. He took his right fist and slammed it into my belly. My softened six pack caved right in as his fist crushed my guts into my body. He pulled his fist back and slammed it in again, twice now into my navel.

“You like that, punk?” he sneered.

“I do, sir,” I managed to utter. “Hurt me.”

He put the full force of his body into the next shot, plunging hard into my navel. I felt the brutal impact throughout my entire gut, which he still had his fist crammed into. Pressed as hard as he could into my guts, he ground his fist in and around.

“Yeah… yeah…” he said. “Feel that, kid. Feel that. Take it.” 

I could feel a build-up in my lower belly and balls again. As though Kaufmann had a sixth sense for cum – or perhaps he heard the way he was making me moan – he drew his fist out of my lax stomach, and drove it hard into my lower gut, right between my impressive cum gutters, below my navel. He pulled back, and again drove his fist deep into my lower intestines. And again, he slammed his fist in deep, again displacing my intestines to press on my prostate.

He appeared fixated — his cock fully at attention — watching my belly bulge out when his fist displaced my guts with particularly hard and deep impacts. The control he exerted over my internal guts was clearly working him up into a frenzy as he began to experiment with the angles at which he was punching my soft six pack. As he experimented with the abuse he worked into my innards, I let go and took it from any angle he chose, allowing the pain to come in its shockwaves, allowing the breath to be punched out of me, and trusting every new impact would feel as incredible as the last. 

With yet another brutally hard punch to my lower belly, I finally lost control and came. Strong, hot jets of cum shot from my cock to his scruffy face, which he maneuvered his mouth to catch as the second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth, and more shots of cum erupted from my cock while he continued to drive his fist in; my defined abs, relaxed, easily caving with every impact.

“Oh fuck,” he finally said, as he allowed me to double over. “Oh, fuck, kid. That was an incredible thing.” He maneuvered me around to lay on his bed, where he sat next to me and gently rubbed and massaged my belly.

“I don’t know how you can take all that,” he said. I answered with a lazy, half-hearted laugh.

“I know this wasn’t no lot lizard situation,” he began. “But here. Take this as a thank you, and use it on a hotel somewhere tonight.” He handed me a small wad of $700. “I was holding onto that in case I did need to pay a man, but… you just take it as a gift.”

My eyes remained closed as I felt his fingers massaging my loose abs.

I thanked him.

I thought about how late I’m gonna be getting to Phoenix.