2 Chapter 2 (1/2)

”What the fuck just happened?!” Clark Colter, the recent transmigrator moaned in pain.

The last thing he remembered was a huge truck falling down his head and then poof, he awoke in the bumpy dream of this moment.

”I was always wary of the infamous truck-kun in highways but little did i know that i would die being serviced with the same cliche. Tsk tsk.”

”Is this paradise?” Clark tried opening his eyes but realized quickly that he couldn't. It was as if he was trying to lift a whole world rather than just his eye lids at the moment.

After a few seconds, he gave up on even attempting the futility of it and focused on the chaotic waves that rocked his world in frenzy. It felt like someone or something was jumping up and down his body over and over again.

”This sensation...”

”SHIT!” This familiar experience was quite unmistakable above all others.

Of course as a young hot bloodied male, he had already experimented with his faculties but this particular glove differed to the roughness of his hands that he was so used to in the past.

The thing that has sloppily accommodated his raging tool was wet and tight to the extreme. It was heavenly and beyond compare to anything this young Clark has ever felt before.

”Is this what i think it is?” Clark's broken thoughts pierced along the new delights he was put under.

”Hello?” he tried talking but found no voice of his that followed his bidding. He laid there as a passive taker to whatever this woman was giving him. And it was indeed a hell of an epic ride!

”But what if it's a ma....?” Clark was horrified.

In the advance age and civilization he was from, where freedom and opinions were abundant, so did the crusade and rise of the other sexes.

In truth, he also had some gay friends who relished their liberation openly and with pride.

Although Clark respected these select breed of men and women, but he was through and through a perfect heterosexual male in the end.