Christian: The Highway Hooker

Christian: The Highway Hooker - Part 1 Getting Started

By: Christian Xavier Gartrip

(christianxgartrip@gmail.com)

Well, I'm going to assume that a lot of you aren't familiar with my story thus far, and this being a new series, I think I should dedicate the first paragraph to a little background stuff just to get you guys on board. If you've been following my adventures, then feel free to skip down to the next section. My name is Christian (or Chris), and I live in central NC where I now exist primarily on the fringes of modern life. I was once a proud middle-class stuffed shirt with all sorts of clever affectations, but after being seduced into a year of servitude, I was tricked into the white slave trade. I escaped only because my last Master died of a heart attack, and my traders thought me too old for re-sale. So here I am: broke, unassuming, and terminal sex addict. (By the way, I'm in my early 40's, sorta cute, well educated, and boyishly charming, but as of late, a bit out of shape... something my new friends have no problem with.) Anyway, my life has changed a lot in the past year or so, and I've done a pretty decent job of chronicling the entire experience. If you want to read my backstory, which isn't for the faint of heart, you can scan back to a four-part Authoritarian series called "The Gentleman, Ben." After that one, look for the extremely brutal ten part blockbuster called "Master Paulus." Be warned, I write lengthy stories, but they're hot to the touch, so turn off the phone and grab some lube... you'll be needing it. I'm posting this new one under Urination because apparently my interest in such things has sparked some negative comments from those butch leather queens who just can't tolerate a little dirt with their whips and harnesses, if you know what I mean. Plus, I've evolved into a kind of piss freak, which will become obvious as we progress. Now, the new stuff:

So, as I explained in the last chapter of Master Paulus, I stumbled into the hooking profession purely by chance. I guess it's not too much of a stretch when one considers everything, but selling yourself into slavery and being a paid sex-worker in small town USA are (in my mind) two very different lifestyles. Anyway, I don't do it full time, and I still give it away for free whenever I feel like it, so I guess it kind of works itself out. Some guys just feel better knowing that the ass they put their cock into is fully paid for. Hey, if that's what it takes to get you off... then pull out your wallet. I lost my middle-class sense of decorum a long time ago, so if buying a piece of ass makes you feel less gay or less committed, then I'm your guy.

Since I've already told you about my introduction into the business by my friend Samuel, I think it only fair that I first share with you the story of James, a friend of Samuel's and my first official client. James is also one of my most loyal regulars, and he's been responsible for spreading my name around as well, so I owe him a major debt of gratitude. I've offered him some freebies in the past months, but he likes to keep things clean and professional, so he usually pays up front and never accepts "gifts."

Samuel gave me James' number, so the next day I called him. At the time, I wasn't thinking about jumping into a new lifestyle or anything that calculating. I just wanted to get laid, and there's nothing better than getting butt-fucked by an aging sex-starved black trucker in some seedy motel. I know... probably not your thing, but I like it, so there it is. When we spoke, James was heading down some turnpike in West Virginia and wasn't planning on hitting Greensboro until Thursday afternoon. He hauls some sort of coal byproduct that he picks up outside of Huntington and then delivers to a plant in Georgia. He makes a few other stops along the way, but don't ask me why because I don't care and have never asked. One of those stops is High Point, NC, which is near me. We arranged to meet at the truck stop he prefers (Samuel's favorite as well) and have dinner and discuss his "needs." I could tell from his voice that James was also black (like Samuel), but I found out later that that was only partially true, and that he and Samuel didn't really have much in common aside from their heritage and profession.

Thursday night came and I showered, cleaned out my ass, and headed over to the interstate in search of James. A few minutes later I heard my name echoing across the parking lot. It was James. I'd told him that I drove an old gray truck and what I looked like, so it wasn't hard to spot me. I walked over to his rig and shook his hand. James is a tall slender (mostly) black man, about 55 yrs old, with a single gold tooth that stands out amongst all of the white ones. He thinks it adds panache, but I think it's tacky, and I've told him that on more than one occasion, but he likes it. Anyway, James was wearing a pair of tan coveralls covered in soot, work boots, and a black baseball cap. His skin is paler than most men of his ethnicity, but he wears a thick afro, so there is no mistaking him for anything other than African-American. I did find out later that he has an Asian grandparent on one side of his family and an Italian great-grandparent on the other, so I assume that this explains his pale skin and almond shaped eyes, but in truth, he was just a black guy who drove a truck, and I liked him immediately.

James seemed reluctant to enter the restaurant because of how dirty he was, so I got something to go and we ate in his cab and dined on a meal of hot dogs, pizza slices, and soda.

"So James, what can I do for you? Samuel said that you had a hard time finding good sex on the road, or something like that, but he thinks I'm your guy."

"We'll get there later. Samuels told me that you suck a mean cock, so how about you give me a little taste first, then we'll talk?" James unzipped his coveralls and pushed them down to his waist, and then lifted his hips and slid them past his knees to expose a long skinny donkey dick and a thick bush of jet-black pubes. It was the type of cock one sees in porn flicks, but not very often on the street. I was starting to get a sense of what his problem was.

"My wife don't suck cock, so I like some good head whenever I can git it. You like it? It's long, but I'll be gentle with you later if you'll just suck on it for a while."

"Gladly, James. Gladly." It was long, but more than that, it was also very thin, almost like a thick finger. Not the oddest looking cock I'd ever seen, but certainly it was up there in the top 10.

As is often the case, James' crotch was pretty rank from a few days of road sweat, and I could tell that what he really needed was a bath, but old trucker sweat is like an aphrodisiac for me, so I breathed deep, gave his ball sac a good tongue bath, and then slowly dropped his long brown cock into my throat. It took a while, but I managed to get my lips all the way to his bush, and watching his cock completely disappear into my mouth really gave him a thrill.

"Damn... you is good. Yeah man, do it like that. Give me some tongue action with that blow. Give me some tongue." I gave him everything I had, tongue and all, right there in the parking lot. "You know I'm gonna fuck you later, right? That's really what this is gonna be about. Me fucking yo'r tight li'l tail. You ready for that?"

"Mmmm, Hmmm." I mumbled, not wanting to turn loose of his tree snake just yet. I wiggled my ass too, just to let him know that I really wanted it. In truth, I really didn't want it at all. I do better with shorter thick cocks than with longer ones. I like it when some guy rips open my rim with a nice fatty, but these snake-like cocks never really sit well once they get inside. I think it has to do with the way my intestines are built, but James' cock was thin, and he was paying me, so I rationalized it and agreed to whatever he wanted to do. Besides, he smelled really funky and what I really craved was a taste of his old black asshole.

"All right, tha's enough of that. How 'bout we git settled inside 'fore this goes too far?" James pulled his long stiff hose out of my throat and dressed himself again. We climbed out of the cab and found his room. We both smoked, so I lit a couple of cigarettes and then stripped down to nothing so he could get a nice look at what he'd bought before the financial negotiations commenced.

"I'll stay the night and you can fuck me and get the full treatment, whatever you want, for five hundred. Most everything is on the table so just tell me what you want me to do and we'll get started. If that's not suitable, then you can have me for 125 per hour, but you only get one orgasm... anything else is extra." I've no idea where any of this information came from, but it seemed like the right thing to say, and since he thought I was a Pro, I figured it best if I at least sounded like I knew what I was doing.

"I got the 500. Samuels done told me you's pricey and that that's what he'd paid you. 500. That ok?"

"That'll do. Now how about I undress you and give you a nice rub down. You look like you need to relax a little." I walked up behind James and wrapped my arms around his torso and rubbed his crotch as he unzipped his coveralls again.

Together, we pushed them down and undressed him until he was wearing nothing but his old white briefs and a pair of old sweat socks. I got down on my knees and put my face in his ass and chewed on the stained white fabric that covered his backside. Slowly, he pushed his briefs down to his thighs and exposed his crack. I let my tongue trace the outer edges as I breathed his ass odors drifting in the air. He stepped out of his old underpants, stretched a bit, and then tried to turn around.

"Not yet. Bend over the bed and spread your legs. I wanna eat on your ass for a while."

I placed my tongue on his small round bud, swirled away the grime and sweat, and then pushed my whole face into his dark crack and inhaled the foulness of his dirty ass. James' legs started to shake and he pushed his butt back as if to say that he wanted more, and that he really appreciated what I was doing.

"Damn, that feels good. Let me git up here on the bed so you can really get down in there." James got on all fours and left enough room for me to climb in behind him. I looked over at the mirror on the closet door and noticed that we looked like two dogs, one sniffing at the other one's ass. The sight of it gave me my first boner of the night, but I ignored it to focus completely on James' filthy butt hole.

After I'd cleaned him up I went to work on the interior of his shitter, and James has one nasty tasting shitter. I pulled his rim apart slightly with my fingers and slid my tongue inside and darted it in and out until it was clean. James had apparently never had his ass fucked by another man's tongue before because he went fucking wild when I started in on him. "DAMN," was about all he could say, over and over again, as I worked him into a frenzy. I reached up and grabbed his snake and slowly pulled on it until it was completely erect and dripping with juicy precum. I collected what I could and then transferred it to his hole and then gently pushed a finger into it using his own jizz as lubricant.

"Ahhh shit man... that feels so fuckin' good. Yeah. Give me that tongue man. Fuck that ass good." James seemed to think that I was fucking him with my tongue. He was so high at this point that he didn't even realize that I now had two fingers in his ass, but he loved it.

James rolled over and announced rather unceremoniously that he'd like it if I'd let him fuck me now.

"Okay... where's your lube," I asked playfully.

"Uh uh. No lube, just spit. I like it natural and no rubbers neither. I don't like 'em. 500 bucks gits me a dry asshole for the night. We had'a deal, so git it ready."

"Uh... ok, let's talk."

"Nah, we done talked, now we gonna fuck."

"Ok, so show me the cash." James grunted and rolled off the bed and dug into his coveralls and produced a twisted wad of 10's, 20's, and 50's all tied together with a piece of twine. I counted it and stuffed into the front of my jeans, then pronounced that we could proceed. I was his at that point, so what choice did I have?

"Suck on me for a while so it'll be nice and wet, then maybe you can sit on it. I like it that way." James positioned himself spread-eagle on the bed. I hocked up a wad of snot and pushed it into my ass with my fingers and then coated his snake with as much saliva as I could produce. Then very slowly I crawled up the length of his body and aimed his cock at my asshole. Fortunately, James was patient, but his cock was very thin, so it didn't take as much effort as I had anticipated, but it didn't feel very good either. It took about 10 minutes to let the entire length of it crawl inside and by then, the saliva and snot were all but dry... and so was his cock... and so was my chute.

When I finally settled down I sat up as if to demonstrate that I had taken the entire length. That pleased him, but only for a moment. James pulled me forward and bit into my neck as he started bouncing his hips and running his long prick in and out of my dry ass. Now it was starting to burn, but I was a "Pro," so I kept an intoxicated look on my face for him to see so that he would think that this was the single greatest sexual encounter I'd ever had in my entire adult life. I threw in some moaning and panting and a "yeah, baby, yeah" every few minutes just to add to the effect. It was my ass, but his cash, so I did what I needed to do.

James rolled us over and placed me on my back without ever pulling out. He was hot for it now and lying there on his back wasn't giving him the thrill he wanted. He grabbed each of my ankles and aimed them at the ceiling and put all of his energy into gyrating his hips and pumping my ass with his cock. He was fascinated by the sight of it, actually. I kept my eyes glued on him, but he never looked up. He just stared at his own long dry cock as it slowly made its way in and out of my gut. The longer he fucked, the slower he went. He really wanted to prolong this for as long as he could. At one point he was barely moving at all. After a while, it got to me as well. I felt my own precum bubbling up and shooting out onto my stomach so I reached up and gave myself a slow hand-job while James focused on my asshole.

"Slip one of your fingers inside my ass. Give me something to really scream about." James didn't do what I asked, but he did smile and start pumping me hard again.

"Cum for me bitch... Cum for me."

"Yeah, but don't pull out when I do... just keep fucking me. Ok?"

"Oh yeah... I got that. Samuel's done told me all about that tight-ass little trick you do. I wanna feel it baby. Now cum for me and squeeze down on my dick. Cum for me boy... shoot that shit out you li'l cumsucker."

James spit on my cock, which I used as lube and quickly worked into a thick lather as I whacked my rod as fast as I could. I tightened up my asshole and really squeezed down on his James' cock. He picked up the pace and started hammering me pretty hard but he never let go of my ankles. He just hit my ass harder and harder as I whacked until I blew a load onto my chin.

"AAAAAhhhhh.... Let go let go. Damn't LET GO."

"Shut up, faggot, and take it. Yeah, take it all, baby, take it all." I squirmed to try to roll off the bed, but James knew the drill and he refused to relent. He powered it home and then very quickly ripped the entire length of that thing from my ass and aimed it at my cock and shot a full sac of cream all over it. "DAAAAMMMMN!!!"

Catching his breath, James fell next to me and slowly rubbed his cum into my crotch. Sweat was pouring from his brow and the odor of his stale armpits wafted in the air above us. He was spent, and so was I. I hoped it was worth it, but for some reason I felt like he needed some more before we headed off to the shower. I knew he'd take me on for another round later or early tomorrow morning, but I was still horny and the sight of his sweaty face really turned me on, so I thought about what I might do to really blow his mind and hopefully earn some repeat business.

James sat up and lit a cigarette. He had a bottle of whiskey in his bag, so the two of us sat on the side of the bed smoking our cigarettes and downing shots of whiskey straight from the bottle. It made me feel cheap, but for some reason, it also made me feel like a man, and not just some sex slave. Sharing a bottle of whiskey in a dirty motel room can do that, I guess.

I stood up and put out my cigarette and took the bottle from James. "Whip me."

"What?"

"You heard me. Spread my ass across your lap and spank the hell out of me. I deserve it, and to be honest, I like it, and I want you to really whip the shit out of my ass one good time."

"I spanked my wife once, but she didn't like it much. Told me I's a bastard. Git over here, and lay down. I'll give it to you if that's what you want." James didn't wait for me to come over. Instead he stood up and grabbed my neck and bent me over the bed. He stood off to the side and with his open palm, started spanking my ass dead center, just above my shit hole.

It didn't take long for him to get into it, and it didn't take long for me to regret it. I hadn't been whipped in a while, and my skin had gone soft, but once he started, he didn't seem to want to stop. He popped my ass at least 20 times, and I think he really got into it. He would have been great in a leather bar, but I knew that that wasn't his scene.

"How's that, bitch? How's that? WHACK WHACK. You nasty whore, how's that?! WHACK WHACK!" I wanted him to stop after just a few smacks, but my instincts kept me from pulling away. When one goes submissive, one really needs to go submissive. I let him spank me until he was ready to stop. I was almost in tears from it, actually, which will surprise a lot of you, but it had been awhile.

James pushed me onto the bed, grabbed his bottle of whiskey and walked off to the john. I lit a cigarette and followed him. "Now what?" he said.

"You wanna piss on me?"

"Nah, man, I don't do that shit. Save it for someone else. I gotta shower and git yo'r nasty shit off my cock."

"Sit down on the toilet. I'll take care of it." Seriously, I was digressing into one scary place. I wasn't this man's slave, but I really felt the need to be abused by him, and he seemed unwilling to play along. Maybe it was the cash. He did own me for the night, so in my mind, that meant servitude, and in my mind, servitude was what I did best.

"Shit man, whatever." James sat down on the toilet and I dropped to my knees in front of him. I grabbed his cock and licked every single inch of it, and then inched the entire thing into my throat and tried to get him hard again.

"Come on man, I gotta piss. Let me go." I shook my head and mumbled for him to go ahead and piss. "Com'n man... let it go."

James stood up and pushed me back on the tile against the wall of the bathroom.

"You gotta piss... then piss. Come on, piss right here. Aim it at me and let it fly. You own my ass for the night so you might as well make me feel like the piece of shit you think I am. Go ahead, James... fuckin' piss all over me. You know you want to. Do it!"

"All right, bitch. You got it." James put his hands on his hips and pissed straight down on the floor at our feet. "Lick it up. You want some piss, well there it is, so lick it up. NOW BITCH!" James was trying to be mean, but his gold tooth sparkled as he held back a smile, suddenly pleased at the discovery of having purchased a freak for the night.

I scurried onto my knees and lapped up his piss off of the dirty bathroom floor like a dog just in from the desert. My head was between his legs and the second half of his load soaked the back of my skull and dripped onto my neck before puddling onto the floor.

"You sick fuck. Lick that shit up. Lick up every fuckin' drop of it." My chest was heaving and tears were starting to stream down my face. James finished pissing, and he lifted one foot and placed it on my head and pushed my face into the floor. "Lick it up, you slut. Lick it up."

James sat down on the toilet and ordered me to wash his feet. They were soaking wet from the piss and they still smelled lick old sweat socks. It was foul. I licked the top of each foot and then darted my tongue between each toe, making sure I swallowed every drop of piss... or to me, nectar.

James looked around and found that a lot of his piss has started to puddle around the base of the toilet. He grabbed my head and pushed it back to the side of the john. "Git that stuff too. Every fuckin' spot better be cleaned up. Lick it up. Make that floor shine you sick fuck."

James kept applying pressure to my head so that I wouldn't stop what I was doing. As I licked the base of the toilet, James let loose with a noisy and thick mixture of shit into the bowl. "Aaaah. Damn. You like that you little bitch. Huh... you hear that, man? I just took a big ol' watery shit just for you, you sick little whore. Wait... Wait... ah yeah, here comes some more. Aaaaah."

"Git over here and clean up this floor, there's piss everywhere." James had a little more piss left in his bladder so he held out his cock and grabbed my ankle and pulled me around in front of him and shot a bit more fresh liquid onto my face, right on my upper lip. "Now lick it up. NOW!"

With the sounds of James' ass exploding its contents every few minutes into the bowl, I kept scurrying around on the floor of the bathroom licking up as much fresh piss as I could find. James was totally turned on by the experience, but I could tell that he was also just as disgusted by it as I was. He finally reached up and flushed the john, but instead of wiping his ass, he just stood up and stepped into the shower.

"You keep licking up that mess 'til I'm done." James pulled the curtain and turned on the hot water. In a few minutes the fresh steam from the shower had wiped away the smell of his shit, but I continued to drink his piss and lick every corner of that bathroom until it was clean... crying like a babe the entire time.

James took a long shower and when he stepped out he handed me his bottle of whiskey. "Here, drink a lot of this and gargle with it, you sick li'l bastard. You gonna make yo'self sick as a dog doing that shit. Damn."

"I've been in worse places... done worse things." That was no lie.

"I hear dat. I'll say one thing, you sho' is worth the money... I think. Now git in that shower and clean up. You smell like sommin' nasty that done crawled up out of the ooze."

I did take a really long shower, and a few minutes later James was sound asleep with his snake buried in my throat and a fresh load of cum settling into my belly.

When I awoke, James was sitting straddled on my chest with a hard morning boner aimed at my mouth. It shocked me at first, but I opened up and let him slide his cock back into my warm moist mouth. He gave my head a very slow fuck, occasionally shifting positions to stay comfortable. When he finally blew another load he was on his back and I was crouched between his legs with my thumb up his ass. I swallowed every fucking drop of his cum and kept my mouth wrapped around his softening cock until he forced me off of him.

"I been holdin' some fresh gold if'n you want it. It's up to you. Say when you ol' dirty ho."

I jumped off the bed and walked to the john, sat down, and grabbed my cock, aiming it at my tits. I let my thick flow of morning piss wash up against my tits and flow back down my chest and cock and into the bowl. James was amazed, and I now had one hell of boner.

"Thirsty?"

James slipped his sloppy old pole into my open mouth and finally freed up his morning piss. I couldn't hold it all, so I let it pour onto my hands as I beat the hell out of my dick for the old coot using his piss as lube.

James bought me a nice breakfast (waffles) and we finally used that time to talk about the night before. I told him enough about my past to at least help him understand my behavior. He got it, but he was intrigued enough to say that he would be willing to indulge me in the future if I would continue to play with him and do what he wanted. I agreed. He also said that he'd put the word out that I was a good lay, but he wouldn't reveal much about what the two of us did. Thanks to James, I earned a reputation among the travelers of the local interstate as the "go to guy" for secret sexual indulgences. It was my own little gimmick, and it was good for business. Plus, it made me mysterious, and a little mystery is always a good thing.

And then on the flip side, there's Les. Les is the kind of guy you never want to meet, much less mess with. I learned my lesson early, but I thought I'd share with you a story about old Les in case you run into him while in the area. Trust me, you don't want to mess with him or with any of his "boys."

Les is a nasty little fat fuck whose cock happened to fuck me one afternoon while visiting a rest area outside of Raleigh, our state capital. I had actually been to Raleigh to do some shopping and on the way home I made a pit stop to take a piss... nothing more. This was about 3 weeks after meeting Samuel and James, and I was feeling my oats and thinking that I was the cutest little whore on the interstate. I saw Les sitting on a picnic table drinking a soda, and from the look on his face, he was waiting for something more. Les, like I said, is a fat fuck. He's also short, old (68) and he dresses like he's on a cheap vacation in Branson. In a former life, he was a grocery store manager, but after his early retirement, he started paying teenagers for blowjobs in rest stops and now he runs a string of college students who specialize in giving quickies at rest stops all over the Raleigh-Durham area. For fifty bucks, a young stud will climb into your car at one rest area and blow you while you drive to the next one... or he'll drive and you can blow him. You then pay him and drop him off. The kid then crosses the street and does the same thing in the opposite direction. For 150, you can arrange for a van with a mattress to pick you up and old Les will drive you up and down the interstate while you fuck one of his boys in the back doing 70mph. Rumor has it that Les has about 40 young college guys working for him, and he collects half of their take in exchange for protection and "leads." A lot of the clients aren't really travelers; they're just local businessmen who like getting blown on the highway by cute college guys. It's technically safer because the undercover cops can't walk in on you as you're hiding out in the stalls. It's ingenious really, and it was all Les' idea. Travel Whores, as I call them.

Well, I didn't know Les, so when I saw him sitting there, I thought "yeah, he'd pay me for some tail." Like I said, I was feeling my oats. So I walked up to him and asked him for change for a dollar. We talked for a few minutes, and then he asked me if I'd like to take a walk into the woods. Of course! I had him.

I wasn't familiar with the local landscape, so I followed the little old twit into the woods. "So what's your pleasure, sir?" I was trying to be professional. "I can blow you for 40, we can blow each other for 60, or if you've got a few minutes and a condom, I'll bend over that log over there and you can fuck my ass as hard as you damn well please for only one hundred dollars. So what'll it be?"

"You take off your shoes and pants and drop them over there, and then you can suck on my cock for a while. If you get me really turned on and no one comes up to bother us, then maybe I'll bend you over and fuck you, but I don't have a condom. You got one?"

"No. Afraid not. How old are you anyway?"

"68, why?"

"You look clean enough, what could I possibly catch from a 68 yr old grandpa anyway? Ok, let's get going. Show me the cash." The old white guy with a clean-shaven face and fat neck pulled out a wallet stuffed with twenties and showed it to me. So I stripped down like he asked, but went one step further and ripped off my sweatshirt as well. I was completely naked and kneeling in from of a total stranger in the woods behind a well-trafficked rest stop. Damn, that felt good!

He unzipped his fly and whipped out an old shriveled up cock with a fat pink head and a full set of white pubes.

"Come on old man. Drop 'em so I can do this right. It's ok. Promise."

He unfastened his belt and pushed his pants and big baggy boxers down around his ankles. He got hard really quick and soon I had his little prick humming away in my throat while my hands were kneading his ball sac very gently. He was moaning and rubbing my shoulders so I know he was getting really hot over this.

"So how about that fuck? I'll take it dry if you want me to, but without a condom it's gonna cost you 200. Risk ain't cheap."

"Okay, hurry, get over there and spread your ass for me."

I crawled over to the fallen log and bent over it so that my ass was at cock level. He came up behind me and put his little cock against my hole and pushed it in. We did this dry, but I'd been playing a lot with dildos that week, and I'd been fucked by this swarthy Mexican fry-cook the night before in front seat of my truck, so I was pretty stretched out, and it didn't hurt at all.

"Yeah, that's it old man... let me have some of that nice fat cock you got there. Come on man, really give it to me. I'm all hot for that nasty cock of yours so really let me have it. Come on man... fuck me real good. Yeah.... Fuck my ass good." I was trying to make him feel sexy, and it seemed to be working. He dropped down to his knees and really got a nice rhythm going after a while. His massive belly was banging my ass almost as hard as his cock was. He was fat and wasn't a quick cummer, so he was really struggling. We fucked for a long time... slow, then fast, then slow again. He was getting his money's worth and was finally giving me a nice boner, so I was starting to enjoy it too.

He wasn't decent enough to pull out before he came, so he popped his entire loaded nut in my gut. That would have pissed me off had it been anyone else, but what's the big deal, I thought. He's an ugly, fat old white guy, probably a widower, lonely, and a jerk-off addict. What's the problem?

I rolled over onto the grass, rubbed the shit off his cock with my tube sock that I'd left on, and apologized for the mess. "You want me to suck it clean? I will if I need to. I never leave a client dirty if I can help it."

"No. It's fine. Get dressed."

"Then at least let me drink some of your piss before you zip up. For 200 dollars it's the least I can do." Les stood up and grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock into my mouth, held tightly onto my skull, and dropped a fresh bucket of piss into my gut. It actually didn't taste that bad, for an old man.

I bent over and picked up my clothes and then turned to face him, and there he was, standing there with a switchblade in his hand.

"Damn man. I let you pop a load into my ass and mouth and now you wanna rob me. Shit. Believe me dude... I got no money, short of the 2 bills you owe me, but you put that blade away and we'll call it even. How 'bout it?"

"What's your name?"

"Chris. Man, seriously, it's cool. Consider it a freebie."

"I'm Les. I run this road, and no one, and I mean NO ONE works this stop or any other stop without going through me. You got that?"

"Uh, yeah, sure... whatever you say Les. Look, I don't even live here. I live in Greensboro... well, nearby,... I was just passing through. Seriously, I just needed to piss."

"You got 30 seconds to dress and get out of here. I see you again around here or hear about you working one of my stops and I'll fucking gut you like a wild boar. You got that?"

Yeah. Got it. Keep the knife, keep the 200. I'll leave. We're done."

Les circled around and let me dress and slip out of the woods. I ran like a scared little bitch all the way to my truck (never did piss), and then drove straight home in record time.

So I sat in my apartment for a while feeling really fucked up over the fact that some nasty old fat asshole had gotten the better of me, pulled a knife on me, AND fucked my asshole for nothing in return (not even a lousy hand job). I was smart enough not to mess with any pimps, but I did know a few folks from the bookstore who might tell me what the hell had just happened.

The guy I went looking for was Will. Will is a beefy 40-something state trooper who works "off-duty" for extra cash at one of the local community colleges, but who has been known to slip into the bookstore I work in part time for some late night cock action. He's basically straight, but he somehow got talked into a blowjob one night and discovered that gay men suck cock better than most women, so now he's a bit of an addict. Will isn't very trusting, so he's very selective, and I happen to be on his short list of preferred cocksuckers. Of course, Will doesn't pay, nor should he have to... he's fucking hot. Plus, he has a thick piece of meat with a lot of veins and a hefty sac of nuts that hangs behind it. Very tasty indeed, and very nice to look at. Will never reciprocates either ('cause he's straight), but again, not really necessary.

Anyway, I found Will at the college and told him about my experience. He knew all about Les and told me pretty much what I told you earlier. Les has never been arrested, but his boys have been, and Les always seems to get the charges dropped. He apparently is very well connected with the local system, so his guys are free to do what they like. Kickbacks? Blackmail? Freebies? Who knows? Will advised me to stay clear of the next county so that's what I've done. Later that night Will stopped by my apartment for a beer and a lengthy cock sucking in exchange for the information. He's a swell guy. Too bad he's not gay. I've offered him my ass on more than one occasion, but so far, he's turned me down flat. He apparently gets all the pussy he can handle from the local bar scene (he's divorced), so a nice piece of man-tail just isn't on his wish list right now. He did tell me once that if he ever changed his mind that I'd be the only one he'd call. I believe him, so I'm just waiting.

Anyway, Will and I drank four or five beers each and munched on whatever chips and leftovers I could dig up from the kitchen. I shared with Will what I'd been up to lately, and he didn't object, but he gave me some more advice about laying low and avoiding the law. Will is a libertine when it comes to sex, so he understands the needs that people have and he never passes judgement as long as everyone involved is consenting. However, you try doing 75 in a 65, and he'll ticket your ass every time. Trust me, I know... it's how we first met.

Will excused himself to take a piss, which gave me a hard-on listening to it, and he came back with his pants in his hands and a slight boner showing through his boxers. "So how about that blowjob, buddy? You up for a little cock action?"

This was a purely rhetorical question. Will knows that I'm ALWAYS up for a little cock action, and besides, the only reason he stopped by was to get one, so as far as I was concerned, it was already a forgone conclusion that his cock was going to end up in my mouth before the night was over.

Will likes to be comfortable when he's getting head, so he dropped his boxers and kicked his feet up on the coffee table and spread his legs for me. I got on my knees between his thighs and went right to work, first on his sac, then on the fat pink head, and finally that thick vein-covered slab of beef that on any other night would have been happily plowing into some twat's sloppy cunt in the parking lot of the local nightclub.

Will prefers a slow manly sucking (as he calls it) and only lets guys like me near him. He trusts me completely (don't really know why), and I'm not at all feminine, which also turns him off. I gave his cock a nice slow ride down my hungry throat and got a nice load of precum not long after I got started. Will's a dribbler, so you pretty much know what that load is going to taste like long before he ever delivers it.

"Aaaah, man, yeah, that is soooo nice. Keep it up, yeah, just like that. Aaah, yeah. Suck it man... suck that cock. Damn, that feels nice. Damn."

This went on for a while. Will doesn't often go to the trouble of coming over to my place. Usually I do him quickly in the back room after closing at the bookstore, or we watch a movie together in a booth and then I blow him afterwards, but here he could relax, so we took it really slow. Will sat up and pulled out and told me he wanted to fuck my face. I turned around and leaned back against the couch, and Will put one foot on the table and dropped his cock in my mouth from above.

"Play with my nuts. Gently, but rub 'em like you did last time. Yeah that's it. Nice. Real nice. Yeah, that's good. Man, that's really good."

Will started driving his cock deeper into my throat, so I tightened my mouth and got him a little more excited as I kept pulling on his nuts and rubbing my fingers across the flesh just behind his sac, which is something else he really enjoys. The whole time I'm thinking how nice this guy is and how weird that he's actually straight. The world really is a strange place.

Will pulled out to shift his weight to the other foot, so I took the chance to ask him a question. "Beer break?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. We can prolong it. I'm not in a hurry. Let me have a cigarette Chris. Smoking and drinking and getting a blowjob... seems to all go together in my mind, you know?"

"Yeah... here." I tossed him a fresh beer and a pack of smokes and pointed to a lighter on the table, which he picked up and later dropped into his shirt pocket.

Ever the carefree jock, even in his forties, Will took this little break as a chance to strip off the rest of his clothes and stretch out in my old recliner and play with his cock just to keep it hard. I stood by, fully dressed, and watched the show, which he seemed not to notice.

"So Chris, let me ask you something. I got this new girl I've been seeing and lately she's been having my fuck her up the ass after I've gotten my dick all greased up in her snatch. It's hot, I'll give it that, but man, she sure does bleed sometimes. Last night, she had me stop 'cause it was hurting her and later she was bleeding... not a lot, but enough for her to notice. Is that normal?"

"Well, I guess. It's not normal for me, but my ass is pretty worked over, so I can take just about anything. I suspect she's kind of nasty and probably likes the idea of it, but in practice, it's not as cool as she thinks it'll be. Asses are funny things. Some can take quite a lot, some can't handle much at all. What do you do with yours?"

"Whadda mean? With mine? Nothing. I take a shit with it every morning, and that's about it."

"Come on Will, you don't slip a finger up there when you whack off? Those girls you fuck don't try to rub your prostate to get you all hot? Nothing??"

"Nah, man. Nadda. I licked a girl's ass a few months ago, but I wouldn't let her reciprocate. She seemed uncomfortable, so I didn't push it... you know, always the gentleman, even in the sack." Will was tugging on his pecker and a large bubble of precum was sitting on the tip. So tasty, I thought. So tasty.

"Well, you always say 'a mouth's just a mouth,' so why don't you give my face a try and let me give your asshole a nice tongue bath? No charge. Haha."

"I dunno. Really?"

"Will, you're sitting there buck naked, and in a few minutes you're going to launch a massive load of spunk down another guy's throat. What's the difference?"

"Yeah. Okay. You can try it. You want me to wipe again or something? I took a shower this morning at the gym, but I ain't promising anything spectacular back there."

"No... just like you are. Now relax and close your eyes." I got down in front of the recliner and placed each of Will's ankles on my shoulders and he lifted up his ass almost instinctively to give me the sight of something I'd been hoping to see since I'd first met him. I peeled back his cheeks and pushed my head into the dark confines of his flesh. Stale sweat... funk... a bit of grime... perfect.

I extended my tongue and licked away the filth and then gently moved it from side to side and top to bottom... over and over until he had completely melted into my chair. His hands were gripping the arms of the recliner and he was arching his back as if to give me even greater access to his nether regions. I was going where no man or no woman had ever been before. Virgin territory... a raw never-been-rimmed asshole. Damn, was I one lucky son of a bitch or what?

After he had totally accepted this new experience, I pushed my tongue ever so slightly into his hole and swirled it around, darting it slowly, in and out, and driving it a little bit deeper with every few strokes. "Aaaaah, Damn... You bastard. That feels so FUCKIN GOOD. Do - Not - Stop. Damn."

I didn't. I got my tongue as far in as I could push it and left as much spit inside of him as I could cough up. I reached up and grabbed his hard and extremely wet cock and stroked it to the same rhythm as my tongue. His torso was shaking and his hands were all but ripping into the chair arms. I had him. And damn, was he tasty!

I placed my index finger from my left hand at the base of his hole and moved my head to his thick bubbling cock. I slipped the entire thing into my mouth while at the same time gently slipping my finger into his ass. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH. Yeah man. Give it to me. Suck that cock.... Suck it dry."

I don't know what Will was actually thinking, but for the first time in his life he was getting his ass fucked... and by another guy. Sure, it was just a finger, but to a straight guy, that's a pretty tall order no matter the gender. As his asshole relaxed and he grew more comfortable, I slowly fingered his shitter while sucking him to a huge climax, which almost split the flesh on the back of my throat when it shot out of his cock. I swallowed every drop and quickly let my finger drop from his ass before it got too tight.

"Damn, man. DAMN! Chris, that was one fucking hot thing you did, man. Holy shit. I can't fucking wait to try that with Gina. Damn. Damn!" I was completely exhausted and to be honest, more than a little pissed over the fact that all he could think about was having some bitch named Gina slip him the finger. But hey, I went there first, and I can almost guarantee that she won't be as good, if she even does it at all.

"Thank you. I get paid good money for that service, so consider yourself lucky. You get me for free... whenever you want."

"Yeah, man. And believe me, I know this all looks weird and shit, but I really do like what you do, and I respect you for it... a lot. Thanks, man. Thanks."

"Anytime." Will took his time getting dressed. He smoked another cigarette, drank a beer, and finally slipped on his t-shirt before actually getting to his pants a few minutes later. He let me suck out a few drops of post climax cum - the kind that drips out a few minutes later after your cock goes soft. It's like dessert with him, so I took the chance to lick it off as it dripped out. I knew he needed to piss, but I didn't even suggest anything along those lines. I doubt he'd even know how to handle that kind of thing. Well, maybe... but I'll think about that later. Right now, I just wanted him to leave so I could suck his greasy ass off my finger while jerking off on the couch. Damn right, I did. Wouldn't you?

Until next time...

CXG