Zeke, show these fellas where they can bunk for the night

The man turned and called into the service station, "Zeke, get out here and show these fellas where they can bunk down for the night."

Bob and Terry were well built standing at 5'10" and 6' respectively, but all the guys in this town were huge, every man and a few of the woman were over 6 feet tall. Zeke came toward them wearing grease covered overalls. He was 6'6" tall blonde and tanned with muscles bulging everywhere straining the seams on his too tight coveralls. He reached over with his meaty hand to adjust his swelling package. Bob and Terry looked at the bulge, and then at each other.

"Howdy, I'm Zeke. The boss wants me to show you two a good time, while he fixes your car." The big man placed a beefy arm across each man's back and draped his hands over their shoulders, as he steered them across the street toward the motel.

Glancing over his shoulder, Bob noticed a number of metal cubes that had been cars stacked behind the repair shop. The other man drove off in a tow truck in the direction of their car. Emblazoned on the side of the tow truck was one word "WRECKER."

"So what's say, I get you young fillies--fellas, some grub and beer before we go to the hotel" asked Zeke squeezing their shoulders. He nodded to the tavern next to the motel.

Terry inhaled deeply the musky scent coming from his giant escort.

Bob to was distracted by the heady scent. He started to say, no to the dinner offer, but then he figured why not. They entered the dark tavern that had been last redecorated in 1950. Zeke slid all three of them into a booth without ever letting go of Bob or Terry. A pregnant waitress came over wearing a red and white checkered dress. She was 5'11" with a short dark blond pony tail. Her name badge read simply "Jo".

"Three Blue Plate Specials, Jo, and a tray of raw oysters to start. Oh, and 3 frosty cold ones for me and my new friends," Zeke ordered, and squeezed Bob and Terry when he called them his new friends.

"Well, Zeke, if you'll excuse us. Terry and I should wash up before dinner, shouldn't we, Terry?"

"Oh, sure, boys, john's back there," Zeke said affably, and nodded toward a dark hallway.

Terry whispered to Bob, "Aren't we lucky to have stumbled on to this town? Everyone is so hot and nice too."

"About that, Terry, did ya notice that Zeke's uniform is pristine like he just put it on, except for those fresh grease smears, and then there were all those crushed cars back of the auto repair shop, and..." he paused as they stood in front of a single door with an androgynous figure painted on it.

Jo came out of the kitchen carrying 3 huge frosted mugs of beer. She glanced at them.

Terry asked, "Men or Women's?" nodding to the door.

"Only one rest room, in this town Men or Women, it's all the same." She turned and delivered the beers to Zeke's table.

Bob and Terry entered and stood side by side at the trough-shaped urinal. Recent newspaper pages were stapled to the bulletin board. Bob started to read as he relieved himself, "Football Star Missing For Six Months." Under the headline was the picture of a young man that could have been their waitress's twin brother. The caption under the young athlete's picture read "Joe Hanlon was last seen driving west to visit his grandmother in California for Christmas."

The door to the bathroom swung open. Zeke shoved between the two men.

"I needa to wash up too, hehe," Zeke said pulling down his zipper to reveal his well muscled hairless chest and abdomen. He reached in a pulled out what Terry initially thought was an elephant's trunk.