A long-hauler by trade, thirty-five year old, Texas-born Jude Rae Clarke thought the highway was his freedom. Driving his jet black International big-rig, his pride and joy, Jude tried to build a new life after his divorce, but never seemed to be able to settle down.
Twenty-six year old, blue eyed-blond, Logan Bleau, graduated Yale law school and set out to explore America. Escaping his past, unwilling to be influenced by his parents, Logan held out his thumb on the highways, hoping to find himself on his trek to his final destination, San Francisco’s gay scene.
Outside Houston, on Interstate 10, Logan was given a lift by the handsome Texan in his eighteen- wheeler. And it was a ride he would never forget. As the two men got acquainted, and a sexual attraction bloomed, both Logan and Jude begin to re-evaluate their lives and futures.
Taking a detour to Denver where Jude met up with his old friend, Taylor Madison, and his partner, Owen Braydon, Jude is faced with a decision; giving up his career of cruising the highways in his pride and joy, or passing up on a love of a lifetime. Whichever he chooses, it’s going to be a tough road.
Falling in love, Logan and Jude couldn’t control their sexual appetites or explain the mind-melting sessions they shared in back of the truck, but it brought a whole new meaning to the term Driving Hard.
Logan wanted Jude to take off his jeans. Oh yes. Let’s get down to business here. Neither one of them was watching the stupid movie. Logan repositioned himself so he was resting on the side of the cabin wall instead of the rear. It gave him a better view of the television screen and of Jude. Jude’s back was now facing him. Logan could tell Jude was struggling not to look, rubbing his eyes and face, deliberately keeping his distance.
While Jude’s back was turned, Logan admired him. Smiling at his naughty thoughts, Logan felt his dick go hard. When he peeked down at his dark briefs, he could see his outline perfectly. Turn around, Jude, turn around. He hoped his mental telepathy would work.
“Look,” Jude said finally, “I’m not even watchin’ this film. Are you?”
“You mind if I shut it off and catch some shut eye?”
“Nope.” Logan used the remote to shut off the video.
“I’m sorry, Logan, I’ve just been drivin’ all damn day.”
“You don’t have to make excuses to me, Jude.” Logan set the remote on the counter near the VCR. When he stood off the bed, his crotch was only slightly lower than Jude’s eye level.
Biting his bottom lip, Jude stared at Logan’s body. As Logan reached up to unfold his bunk bed, Jude ogled his tight abdomen muscles and the outline of a large cock in his briefs. Torture. He’d found hell.
Fantasizing yanking those Calvin Kleins down Logan’s slender legs and sucking his cock, Jude was becoming a complete wreck.
Logan paused before he climbed onto the bunk.
Though Jude felt as if he were hiding in a corner of the cabin, he met Logan’s eyes finally. The flash of compete fear and absolute desire clashed inside Jude. The devil and the angel were battling on his shoulder. It was as if Logan were waiting. Waiting for him to do something.