Moth Boyfriend Sal (complete)

    You’ve been a truck driver for a long time now, or at least it feels that way. Not that you’re complaining or anything, it better work than people give it credit for. It’s better than working in an office or retail. Being transgender brought about some uncomfortable situations, ones that truck driving avoids. You work alone, thankfully, and you don’t have to put up with too much bullshit on the regular.

    The crew you work with are pretty tight-knit, they’re also protective. You’ve been grateful that they’ve all been a good bunch of people. They accepted you, and more than that, they treated you like anyone else. It was nice.

    Recently, you’ve been driving the Mosquito Control truck, which is a lot of night work. You’ve driven around the entire county every day since May, spraying this years selected insecticide all over. You weren’t sure it worked, you had the itchy bumps on your arm to prove it. 

    It seemed the worst the world was, the more mosquitoes there were in it. You had once teased that the awful little bugs were one of the horsemen of the apocalypse, but now, you were starting to believe in your own joke.

    Driving the truck, you had created a routine for yourself. You had your coffee, your selected playlist, sometimes an audiobook. You had figured out the most comfortable position for yourself, and it was pretty smooth sailings. There were the occasional deer who ran out in front of you, you had seem many possums, and on one occasion a coyote. You had started an animal bingo for yourself, hoping to fill in the entire card before the summer was over.

    There was one stretch of road you drove you called the endless mile. It was flat with nothing on either side except corn. It felt like it went on and on forever. Nothing but corn and a barely paved road. You never saw anything out here, which made it worse. It was on this stretch you usually played heavy metal or something violent that kept your mind occupied.

    There was also something else, a reason you usually paid attention while driving the endless mile. One of the crew had told you a story about it, one you didn’t quite believe.

    “A few years ago, my old man said he saw something in that cornfield,” he told you.

    “It was probably a deer,” another member of the crew scoffed.

    He shook his head. “No! No,” he laughed. “Really. My dad don’t talk much, he never told stories. But he told me this one,” he said. “We was out running the field, checking there was no one in it. Thieves and dumb kids you know? Well, he was shining his flashlight, and something came barreling at him! Said it was huge and furry.”

    “A bear?” You asked.

    “Hardly,” he scoffed. “It had wings and huge glowing red eyes.”

    “Wings?” You scoffed. “You serious?”

    “He said it grabbed his flashlight away from him and he ran. He heard fluttering and squeaking. And when he got back to his truck, he said he was covered in some sort of powdery dust.”

    “Like a moth?” I laughed. “Wings and dust? Are you saying your dad was attacked by a giant moth who eats flashlights?”

    “Moths don’t eat lights, they just like ‘em ‘cause they’re warm!” Another crew member chimed in.

    It then devolved from there, bickering back and forth about flashlights and moths. But for some reason, even if you had laughed at the idea, it held your attention. You couldn’t help but picture a giant moth.

    You had always liked moths, even as a kid you used to get ones trapped in the house and set them free. You would get upset when your cat attacked and ate them. A big giant moth sounded kind of cute really.

    Your mind wanders and then suddenly, something slaps against your windshield. You scream. It screams. You fight to keep control of your truck, and it spins around in the center of the road. You come to a complete stop, staring at the creature that is covering your entire window.

    It’s big, furry, and the eyes glow more yellow than red. The fluff on its neck stands on end, and it starts beating the window. The wings flutter, and you see a mix of golden yellow and black. 

    It strikes the window again. “I wanna talk to you!” It snaps. You then hear is squeak and fuss. 

    “Why?” You gasp in shock.

    It bangs on the window again. “Come out here and face me!” It barks, followed by more speaking.

    You look to the door and then back up at the moth creature. They’re big for sure. Their wings cover the entire window, and even with the fluff, their body looked pretty big too. You reach for the door handle, and you watch as the moth stops their pounding.

    You then lock the door.

    “Hey!” the moth starts pounding on the window again.

    “Tell me what you want,” you press your back to the seat. “Then maybe I’ll come out!”

    The moth’s wings flutter, and it growls. “You’re spraying that shit all over! I can barely breathe!” They motion towards the sprayers on the back of the truck.

    “The mosquito spray?” You ask.

    The moth slams their fists on the window. “That shit isn’t hurting any fucking mosquito!” They snap. “But it sure as hell has been causing a lot of other issues.”

    You furrow your brow. “Other issues?”

    The moth bangs on the window. “Come out here, and I’ll show you!”

    You shake your head. “I’m not good at fighting!”

    “I ain’t gonna fight you,” the moth scoffs. The moth then jumps off the window, and you hear it land on the back of the truck. You hear metal screeching and squeaking. You then get out of the truck and look up, seeing the moth is bending back the sprayers.

    “Hey!” You bark. “I’m going to have to pay for that!”

    “Not-” the moth grunt as it pulls back another sprayer, “my problem.”

    You take the ladder up to the back of the truck, and the moth turns to face you, bending down to pull up the last sprayer. 

    “Don’t do it!” You snap at them.

    The moth narrows their eyes and slowly starts to tug the sprayer up.

    “It’s just my job! The country picks the pesticide!” You cry out, hoping to find something to say to stop them.

    The moth hesitates. “That’s not excuse these days.” They pull up the last sprayer, and you moan in agony as you think about the paycheck that you won’t be getting.

    The moth’s wings flutter. “I best not see you out again. Or maybe I will fight you next time. I don’t care how hot you are.” They flap their wings and fly off.

    You stand there shocked for a moment. “Hot?” You murmur.

    When you return back to the station, you’ve run all sorts of excuses through your head to explain the bent up pipes. You can’t explain it away, any excuse you give will still get you into some form of trouble. So, you just tell your boss the best thing you can.

    “I don’t know,” you say to her.

    She narrows her eyes at you. “You don’t know?”

    You shake your head. “I really don’t. One minute everything is fine, the next…” you motion to the destroyed spraying rods. “Can I say that I went through the Twilight Zone.”

    “Rod Serling ain’t gonna explain this away.” you boss sighs. She scratches her temple and huffs. “Did you stop anywhere?”

    “On the endless mile,” I answer honestly. “Some animal popped out of nowhere, and I had to break really hard.”

    She shakes her head. “That wouldn’t do it,” she mumbles under her breath. “Well,” she turns and looks at me. “For the time being I’m going to have to put you under probation,” she tells me. “I’ll give you another route. And once this is fixed, I’ll assign it to someone else.”

    “But I loved that route,” you bemoan. “Is there really no other way around it?”

    “Not for now,” she sighs. 

    A few days later, I’m given a new route to drive. This time, I’m delivering cargo, which is fine but it’s boring, and I’m away from home. I prefer sleeping in my own bed than the one in the back of the truck.

    My trip starts at midnight, and I have to drive right through the endless mile. Once I get there, I pull to stop and step outside where I had first come across the giant moth.

    “I hope you’re happy!” I shout out into the shadows. “You nearly got me fired, and I got my route taken away!”

    I look around, waiting for some sort of reply. “You got your wish, no spraying for a while.” I scoff. “Well? You wanted me to show myself! Where the hell are you?”

    “Oh no, sexy boy got a new route and big shiny new truck,” you hear from above. You turn and stare up, seeing the moth perched on the back of the truck. “How awful.”

    You scowl up at him. “Actually, it kind of is!”

    The moth tilts their head then chuckles. “Don’t like being alone in that big, bad truck of yours?”

    “What’re you talking about?” You huff.

    The moth jumps down, flapping to keep from falling to fast and they land right in front of you. They’re taller than you, broad-shouldered. He’s mostly black with some yellow, and his eyes shimmer brightly. 

    “Want company?” They ask.

    You furrow your brow at them. 

    “Don’t give me that look,” the moth scoffs. 

    “I’ll give you any look I want,” you grumble at them. “You almost got me fired! And I really enjoy this job. You cost me a lot of money too!”

    Their antenna twitch and they chuckle. “My names Sal,” he says. “Short for Salvador.”

    You stare at him. 

    “You’re cute,” he says, reaching out and brushing your hair from your forehead. “Been a long time since I met someone just my type.”

    You take a step back. “Hey now-”

    “Listen, I was angry the other night. That fucking shit being sprayed was like bad cough syrup,” he grumbles. “It messed with me, it was making me nuts. Let me ride with you, give you a better impression.”

    “Why?” You huff.

    He shrugs. “I guess you’ll have to find out.”

    You grimace, not really wanting this, but somehow, Sal ends up getting his way anyways. He leans back in the passenger seat, looking out the window for a long time. He plays with the dashboard then turns and looks at you.

    “You like this sort of work?” Sal asks.

    “Yes,” you huff.

    Sal tilts his head. “You’d figure a good looking guy like you would prefer being seen.”

    “Stop that,” you growl.

    “Stop what?” He asks. “Paying compliments?”

    Your cheeks are burning. You don’t mind the compliments, but you can’t feel like Sal has some sort of agenda.

    Sal scoots closer to you. You try to ignore him, but he ends up closer still. You can smell him, and he has sort of dusty, earthy scent. You turn, glancing at him and then looking back at the road.

    “Can you back off?” You ask.

    Sal chuckles. “My bad,” he scoots away. “My eyesight isn’t the best, I wanted to make sure I was seeing you clearly.”

    You frown a bit.

    “You ever have sex in here?” Sal asks suddenly.

    “No!” You yelp.

    Sal turns and looks at you surprised. “Oh really?”

    You huff as your cheeks burn like hot coals. “Really!” I snap. 

    “No girlfriend?” Sal asks.

    You grimace. “No,” you grunt.

    “Boyfriend?” Sal purrs hopefully.

    You scoff. “Look, I’m single, ok?” You snarl. “So stop asking questions like that! It’s really aggravating.”

    “I could be your boyfriend,” Sal says, scooting closer again. “Or girlfriend, I’m really good with either.”

    You frown. “Don’t tease me.”

    “I’m not,” Sal says with a flutter of his wings. “I am extremely serious.”

    You glance at Sal and huff. “You’re weird.”

    Sal chuckles, tilting his head. “Do you like that?”

    You look away from him, not saying anything.

    “Is it because I live in a cornfield?” Sal asks.

    You can’t help yourself, and you laugh. You look back at Sal and shake your head as you grin. 

    “Just because I’m a bug in a cornfield doesn’t mean I don’t have wants or needs,” he says. “Sure, you sprayed me with the equivalent or expired codeine, but I like your face.” He brushes his fingers against your cheek. “I like your smile and how you smell,” he purrs.

    “Would you give me a chance?” Sal asks.

    You swallow and sigh. “You’re so fucking persistent.”

    “I am,” he answers. “But that’s not a yes or a no.”

    You huff. “I’ll give you a chance, fine.”

    Sal claps his hands together. “Yes! Now,” he inches in close and slips his hand up under your shirt. You flinch as his fingers go over your scars, but he doesn’t seem to pay much attention.

    “What are you doing?” You grumble at Sal.

    “Touching,” he says. “Is that wrong?”

    I scoff and then Sal kisses my neck. I shudder and grip tightly onto the steering wheel. “Hey!” You bark at him. “I’m trying to drive here!”

    “Me too,” Sal says. 

    “This is a fucking big rig truck! If I mess up, we all die!” You shove him off. “Keep your hands to yourself until we can make a stop. You hear me?”

    “I can still touch myself,” Sal pouts.

    “You do that, and I’ll slam on the breaks so hard,” you growl, already feeling hot and bothered from his attention.

    Sal sniffs and crosses his arms against his chest. “Fine then, I guess we’ll just...talk,” he looks over at me. “So, how do you like being so dastardly good looking?”

    You chuckle softly and shake your head. “I don’t know about dastardly,” you murmur. “But I’m starting to like the way I look more and more.”

    “It suits you,” Sal smirks. “Not many people get to be happy with their bodies.”

    “Are you?” You ask.

    Sal grins. “I’m fucking hot, it’s pretty nice.” 

    You laugh and feel your face burn more. “You seem awfully confident for a bug in a cornfield,” you throw at him.

    “Hey now,” he snaps at you. “Let’s not resort to name calling.” Sal then smirks. “I am a death’s head hawkmoth, not just some bug. I’d say my name is pretty badass.”

    You glance at him with a grin. “Does the name match the product though?” I ask. 

    “I should say it does,” Sal moves in closer again. “Wanna unwrap me?” He purrs into my ear. 

    I glare at Sal. “Driving.”

    “Then stop driving and start revving your engine,” Sal kisses my neck again. “You keep turning me on.”

    “You sure-anh-” you moan as Sal’s hand moves between your legs. “I really need to fucking stop!” You’re melting.

    Sal groans into your ear then kisses your cheek. “My bad,” he says. “You’re like candy, sweet to eat, sticky to the touch.”

    You sigh as Sal stops touching, but he still remains close. For a moment, you fear he could strike at any time.

    “When can we stop?” Sal asks softly.

    “Later,” you reply.

    “That sounds like a cop out,” Sal scoffs.

    “I have a deadline!” You laugh. “You really are just trying to get me up and fired aren’t you?”

    “I want to make you feel good. I sure as hell don’t want to get you fired.” Sal then grins to himself. “I want you as my sugar daddy.”

    You snort, trying to keep your laughter in check. “Oh! So the truth comes out!”

    “I wanna move out of the cornfield,” Sal sighs dramatically. “I wanna better life! I really wanna be somebody.” Sal turns and smirks at me. “Don’t you want a sugar baby to come home to.”

    “Never, ever say that again,” I scoff.

    Sal chuckles and places his hand on my thigh. “Would you want to come home to me?” He asks. “Something warm and soft to fall asleep with. Something hot and rough to fuck when you wake up?”

    You snort again. “Is that all you can think about? Sex?”

    “It’s been a while for me,” he says with a sigh. “And like I said, you do things to me.”

    “If you need to get over it then just jerk off,” I grumble.

    A wicked smile blooms on Sal’s face. “Well then, if I have permission.” He moves his hips, sitting, so he’s slouched down in the seat. He opens up the jeans he’s wearing and pulls out a long shaft that’s marbled black and yellow, and there’s a fluffy mound of yellow at the base. It’s half hard, and it still looks big.

    Sal bites his lip, slowly stroking. He moans, and your heart starts to pound. Your chest vibrates from the pulse, and every sound Sal makes gets you closer to the edge. You watch him from the corner of my eye, seeing his cock get harder and thicker. The base is big, and it tapers to thinner near the tip where it’s flat and sort of looks like a leaf.

    Sal gasps and moans, using both hands now to pump himself. The shaft is growing slick and shiny, and there’s a sweet smell in the air. You pinch your thighs together, feeling the heat that pools there add to the ache of need.

    Sal stops and swirls a finger around the tip. “Want a taste?” He purrs.

    You swallow, and he places his finger to your lips. You open your mouth, and you sucks on his finger. Sal’s moan is deep and dark, and his taste is almost like honey. You see a rest stop ahead and immediately pull over.

    “Finally,” Sal moans.

    You push him down and slide your hands under the ratty black tank top he has on. You lick his cock and take him into your mouth.

    “Fuck,” Sal moans.

    You bob your head taking as much of him into your mouth as you can. His shaft is slimy, but the taste of him is amazing. 

    Sal grunts and moans, pulling his legs up He places his back against the door and watches you as you suck him. He puts his hand on the back of your head and takes a deep breath.

    “You taking charge?” He asks.

    You pull up and look him in the eyes. “You wanted a daddy right?” You growl.

    Sal shudders and closes his eyes as you kiss him you take off your shirt, pressing your bare chest to his. He’s soft and warm and feels good against your bare skin. You kick away your pants and straddle Sal’s lap.

    Sal looks up at you, wide-eyed and desperate. He puts his hands on my thighs, and a low squeak exits his mouth.

    You chuckle, taking his cock into your hand and guiding it. You press your free hand to his chest and sigh as you start to take him inside. It’s been a while for you too, and the sensation feels remarkable. You moan as you take Sal and once you’re sitting in his lap you grin at him.

    “Are you happy?” You snarl as you grind him inside. “So far, you’ve gotten everything you’ve wanted.” You start to move, sitting up and then easing back down. “No more spray,” you moan. “You got to ride with me.” You roll your hips. “I get to ride you.”

    Sal grunts and sighs, he presses his head against the window. The windows are starting to steam, and for some reason, that really makes you excited.

    “You’re not saying anything,” you pant, and you stop moving.

    Sal swallows and takes a breath. “Of course I’m happy!” His voice is strained.

    You laugh and start to move again. Sal’s hands roam over your body, stroking down your chest and belly. You shiver and feel the ache growing, the need for him is powerful. You can feel him throbbing inside, and it excites you knowing you turn him on so much.

    “Anh-” Sal takes in a sharp breath, and his fingers grip you, bigging hard into your ass.

    You snarl. “Don’t you dare cum yet,” you pant. “I’m not done with you.”

    “I can’t-” he moans. “Too good-” his voice is clipped and strained. “Oh god please,” he moans.

    You chuckle, starting to move slower. “You were too excited,” you pant. “You’re going to have to calm down so you can last for me.”

    Sal shivers and shakes, and you can tell he’s struggling to do what you want. His strong fingers knead hard into your rear, and he claws a bit. You flinch but moan out at the feeling. It actually felt amazing.

    You start to move harder, faster. You pound him down into the seat. You brace your palms against the steamed over window for better balance. Sal is moaning loudly, losing his own grip. You bounce harder on his lap, and you let out a long, heated cry.

    Sal’s deep inside you, releasing his cum. You shuddering, arms and legs weak. You palms smear down the glass, leaving imprints in the steam. You’re both panting hard, and your breath is labored. Sal has melted, and his eyes are fluttering, fighting to stay open.

    You grunt as you move, letting Sal slip out. You cup your hand over yourself, already feeling Sal’s seed start to slip out.

    “Mm,” Sal grunts. 

    “Happy?” You pant.

    Sal chuckles and covers his face with his hands. “Oh fuck yes.”

    You lay down on his chest, pressing your weight into him. “You’re going to get spoiled,” you huff.

    “Maybe,” he murmurs. “I promise I won’t get too spoiled.” His hands rub up and down your back. “How long is this trip anyway?”

    “Two days there, two back,” you yawn.

    “Well,” Sal whispers, “that gives us plenty of time to get to know one another,” he chuckles and kisses the top of your head. “I’ll try not to waste too much of your time.”

    “You better not,” you growl. “Or I’ll make you pay.” I rise up, kissing him.