Christian: The Highway Hooker

Christian: The Highway Hooker - Part 2 Charity Slut

By: Christian Xavier Gartrip

(christianxgartrip@gmail.com)

Believe it or not, I'm not one of those guys who only gives it up for cash and saves the rest for some understanding boyfriend. I don't have a boyfriend, and I like sex too much with strangers just to wait around for the guys who want or need to pay me to get their cocks sucked. So if I have some free time, and none of my regulars are on the calendar, I do what I call charity work. For me, that means spending the day indulging myself in a bookstore or some other den of sleaze letting others take advantage of what I have to offer. I do say "no" on occasion, but mostly, I just let shit happen and worry about the consequences later. Fortunately, I've got access to a number of mid-sized towns in the area, and I'm learning where the raunchiest action is in each one of them. I gave up on the gay bar sex a couple of years ago. It's just too vanilla and the guys you meet there tend to play a lot of games and then when you do get into bed with them, they seem to be auditioning you for something more permanent. I'm not interested in permanence. I'm interested in hot nasty anonymous sex with guys who appreciate "cheap and dirty." I'm not really either of those things, but I'm on my way, and I'm enjoying the experience. Maybe I have no pride, or maybe I just have too much, but either way, I like a good nasty fuck in out of the way places and so on my day off, that's often where you'll find me. Feel free to stop by if you think it's me. Chances are, I'll let you have a nice piece of ass. No charge, no questions.

What I like most about living with the down-and-outs (as I've come to call them) is the ease with which I can find quick raunchy sex. These guys have never really had any of the middle-class hang-ups you find among the bar crowd. They just don't care, because they can't afford to. I like that. I don't care either, but for me, that's a completely new way of thinking about sex, and I'm taking full advantage of it. The point, and there is one, is to get off and get off quickly. Life is hard for most of these folks, and the stress of paying bills and worrying about the rent is just too much for them, so having access to fresh tail or a willing mouth is always a plus. That's why I call it charity work. Most of my adventures are pretty non-descript. How many different ways can I write about some middle-aged meter reader's bloated gut and wimpy cock? These guys are a dime a dozen, and mostly they just want to pop a nut in my mouth because the wife stopped providing the service years ago. I make it happen, but you don't really need to hear about it. Boring, you know? If you're interested in that type of thing, spend a day or two in your local bookstore or shopping mall bathroom and see how often these guys try to slip it to you. It's crazy sometimes and I have to be selective, but if they look interesting, or I'm feeling particularly sleazy, I'll line them up and pop them off, one after the other, for an hour or two before going in search of something a little more challenging. I'll share a few stories and will continue to do so as I remember them.

Just last month, for instance, I was scheduled to work a four hour shift at the local adult bookstore one Saturday morning. The bookstore is only my part-time gig, but I'm there a lot, if you know what I mean. That's how I got hired. Anyway, when I arrived, I discovered that the owner had double booked the schedule with a full timer, so I was free to go. So of course I stayed. Saturday's can be challenging because we get a lot of look-ee-loos and curiosity seekers, but sometimes it can get really hot, and I hoped that this might be one of those days. So I actually drove home, did some prep work, and returned and took up residence in my favorite booth in the back corner, the one with a large hole in the wall connecting it to another one directly behind it. It's booth number 8, if you're interested. I liked this one because the concrete floor we have in the store has several drains for cleaning fluids and mop water, and this booth just happened to have a drain off to the left, just next to the wall. It usually proves convenient.

I was feeling very submissive on that day, and had decided that I would do anyone who happened to make his way into my little corner. No questions asked. This can be a challenge in itself, but as a professional, I need to learn to do anyone who's got cash, so I think of these experiences as learning tools. I wanted to make it clear that I was easy (which I am) so I stripped down and tucked my clothes in a black nylon bag and shoved it under the bench. I pulled out a bottle of lube and a few rags and tossed them on the bench, propped the door open three or four inches to encourage traffic, dropped some quarters into the slot, and slowly started to stroke my cock to keep it hard and inviting (when soft, my prick is extremely small, but when erect, it usually satisfies). Have you ever sat naked in an adult bookstore with the knowledge that you'd be willing to service whatever happened your way? It's usually a very vulnerable feeling, but for me it's exhilarating. Words can't really describe it, but it's kind of like being a six year-old at Christmas. Superb, and I highly recommend it to any aspiring submissive or standard-issue cumslut.

The morning was a chilly one, so Jerry, our owner and manager, had the heat cranked up. He's cold natured, so the place was always warm, but the heat carried the added side-effects of keeping me comfortable while naked and of creating a nice layer of fresh sweat on most of his patrons. Plus, heat makes most people horny, so it was a win/win all the way round. I sat in that booth for a while then a saw a hand push open the door and a man in blue work pants and a grungy gray hooded jacket stood in the doorway. I tipped my head back and rubbed my nipple with one hand and my cock with other.

"Want some company?" The man was soft spoken, but direct, and he wasn't smiling, but was clearly interested in something.

"Sure," was all I could manage, which was the only invite he needed. He stepped in the booth, dropped another fist full of quarters in the film box, and closed the door.

"Name's Terry," he mumbled. Terry didn't wait for anything that passes for chitchat. Instead, he dropped down between my legs and pulled off his gray cotton jacket and tossed it in the corner. Staring at my cock, which I was still slowly stroking, Terry unfastened his trousers and pushed them down around his thighs, followed quickly by his black briefs. His cock fell out, semi-hard, and he started playing with it in an absent-minded way as he watched me stroke my sweaty stiff dick.

I looked down at Terry's face to see what I was getting, and all I could really focus on was his thick black moustache, the kind porn stars used to wear in the 1970s. Terry had a full head of black curls as well, with a small amount of gray mixed in. He was ok, about 45 years old, and maybe a 6.5 out of 10, but judging by his demeanor, I'd say he thought himself at least an 8. Terry put his fist around the base of my cock, waved it around for a few seconds, and then lowered his head down on top of it and licked it like a cone of ice cream. He had a very talented mouth; I'll give him that. He let his cock hang free and used a finger from his left hand to reach under my sac and trace the edges of my asshole to let me know that he was definitely interested in something more than a basic blowjob. He took that same finger and pushed it into my mouth as he continued to suck my cock. I got his finger slick with spit and then he quickly pushed it back into my ass, twisting it back and forth as it went in.

I slid down slightly to give his finger better access to my asshole, so he took that to mean that I wanted another and pushed a second finger in and started stretching my rim by separating his fingers and moving them from side to side. I moaned to let him know that I approved. I looked over his shoulder and noticed that the film showing on the back of the door was of a young black guy with a long cock fucking some white cheerleader in a locker room. Lucky little cunt, I thought, and then I turned my attention back to Terry and the really hot blowjob he was now giving me.

Needing some attention of his own, Terry stood up and grabbed his cock, about 7 inches and curved dramatically to the left, and aimed it at my face. I leaned forward, popped my jaw, and took the entire length of it with one quick gesture. I clamped down and wrapped my hands around his naked thighs and pulled him forward as I fell back against the wall behind me. My back was pressed against a large hole that was about 12 inches tall and 15 inches wide. The splinters pushed into my flesh as Terry's hips started pumping his cock into my throat. He looked over at the bench and spotted the bottle of lube I'd brought in. He reached down and picked it up and placed it my hand.

"Grease up your ass for me," he said without missing a single hip thrust.

"Let me be your bitch," I whispered. "I'm not looking for something nice, so fuck me like a bitch."

I filled my palm with lube and coated my fingers and started working my hand into my hole. I wanted it to be moist, but not enough to allow Terry's cock to slide in easily. I wanted him to have to work it in rough.

"Stick a finger up my ass, man. Oil me up, too." Terry lifted a leg and stepped out of his blue work pants and placed his muddy boot on the bench giving me better access to his asshole. I pushed my greasy thumb up his ass and he let out a soft sigh as if I'd finally scratched an itch that he'd been unable to reach. With him now standing, I could tell that he was about 5'10" and beefy, with a slight paunch around the middle, just like I liked it. His stomach was covered in a soft bed of thin black fur, which matched his long wiry pubes and random curls that covered his thighs. He skin was extremely pale, but his face and hands were darker, as if he spent a lot of time working outdoors. "Yeah man, twist it in... give me another one."

I pulled out my thumb and replaced it with two extended fingers and slowly finger fucked his dirty asshole as he stood there with his cock pumping into my throat.

"Get up and turn around, so I can fuck you. Damn, I like the way your ass looks."

Terry pulled me off the bench and pushed me forward so that I was bent at the waist. I wanted to grab onto the bench, but he had me facing the side wall. Terry fell back against the other side wall and grabbed my hips as he did. He wanted leverage I guess, so I reached down and gripped my knees, spread my legs, and aimed my ass at his crotch. "Give it to me," I said. "Don't be gentle. I can take it."

"Gentle, my ass... I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you man. You've got me hotter than a truck engine. You're gonna get that poundin' you asked for."

Terry put his cock against my shitter, held tightly onto my hips and then pulled me back onto him as he pressed against the wall. Damn. He drove that cock of his almost all the way in with his first stroke. It almost knocked my breath out, but I grunted and winced and tried to keep my balance as he pushed his hips in my direction.

"Damn, dude, you got an easy ass. I bet you get fucked a lot, huh? Is that what you do, get fucked in here every day? You gonna be my Saturday morning slut from now on? Come on man work your ass for me. Move it around... take my cock... come on man... take it all up in there and really work that cock... Yeah man... Yeah. This what you want, man... is this me treatin' you like a bitch? ...you feelin' like a dirty little whore now?"

Terry bent his knees a little and slid down the wall to give his cock a sharper angle into my tail. He was content to just stand there, but he kept his hands on my hips and pushed and pulled my whole body onto his crotch. I didn't say anything (still too early in the morning for chatter), but I was really panting and Terry was doing enough talking for both of us. I figured at some point the rest of the building would be well aware of what he was doing to my asshole. Terry wasn't in any great hurry either. He wanted to get the full deal, so he slowed down and kept up just enough movement to keep himself hard and to keep me high, and we settled into a nice slow pace that I knew would eventually generate a thick stream of cum from my man Terry.

Right about then I saw a flicker of light coming from the hole on the wall. Someone had come into the back booth and was watching a movie. A few seconds later, I looked up and saw a young face staring at us through the hole. "Damn, there's two guys over here fucking like dogs, man. Check it out."

"Shit, man... that is some nasty shit. Damn faggots." I looked over again and saw two faces, frat boys I think, fighting to get a good look at what they were so repulsed by. They really pissed me off, but I liked the attention, and hearing them call me a 'damn faggot' got the precum flowing in my cock. "Fuck that old faggot's ass, man... really fuck him hard. You like that you old cum eater? You nasty old piece of shit." They just couldn't stop watching, and Terry could have cared less apparently. He just keep right on pushing and pulling on my hips as if nothing ever fazed him. I assumed that, like me, he had a bit of bookstore exhibitionism in him somewhere, and the attention was turning him on. Of course, this was an adult bookstore with a reputation for catering to blue- collar fags and men on the down low, so unless they were new in town, they should have known what they'd find once they walked in.

"Hey, dude... you gonna pop your nut in that faggot's ass?"

"That's the plan. You wanna be next?"

"Shit no man. I ain't no fuckin' fag."

"Well then you'd better get the fuck outta here before someone mistakes you for one and plugs your hole with a big fat cock. Now get lost or shut the fuck up." Terry barked at the two young assholes like he was their daddy or something, but he never missed a stroke, and my ass was really getting one hell of a nice morning fuck.

"Damn faggots." The two guys left the booth and disappeared.

After they left, Terry picked up the pace. He was close to getting what he came in for, and I was more than ready to take it. I wanted to tell him not to pull out and really fill up my gut with his spunk, but he clearly had that in mind already. He pushed me forward and bent over and pressed his thick gut against my back and started driving his hips into my ass.

"Hold on tight man, I'm gonna fill up that bitch-butt with some fresh cream. You ready?"

"Aaah, yeah. Shoot it out. Fuck me good, man, and fill up my bitch ass." Terry shifted into high gear and finished me off with seven or eight hard power strokes that almost knocked me onto the floor.

"AAAAAHHH..... Take that man... Yeah, that's a big fuckin' load. Shit, man. Aaaah, Damn, you got a nasty ass. Damn... Hot man... Hot."

Terry dumped a full load up my ass then popped out his dripping cock and dropped himself on the bench to catch his breath. "Thanks man. Damn, you got a hot ass. I need to look you up again."

"Thanks, I try." I got down on my knees and put my face in Terry's crotch and licked the junk off the top of his cock. He relaxed and kicked his legs out and seemed to appreciate my need to clean away his own cummy backwash. He casually smoked a cigarette and relaxed as a smoked his pole.

"Well, I need to head out and look in on my kids. They should be up by now."

"Kids? What, no wife?"

"No, not anymore, thank God. She left a few years ago. Ran off with the house painter we'd hired. Jokes on her though, 'cause the week before she left I blew a load down his throat in a bathroom over at the mall. Sorry bitch."

"Hey, I know that bathroom... I might even know that painter." We both laughed. "So your name's really Terry?"

"Yeah. No secrets here. Out and proud. Well, out anyway. I gotta say though, you do have one nice ass. Last summer I blew half a paycheck on some piece of Myrtle Beach tail that wasn't half as fine as what you got. You should be chargin' for that shit."

I didn't tell him that I'd just started my own ass-for-cash business on the side. Besides, if he hung around long enough he'd eventually figure it out.

"Man, how often you come here anyway?"

"Actually, I work here part time, but today I'm just fuckin' around."

"Well, I'll be sure to catch you next time I'm in. I'd like some more of that."

"How about giving me a load of hot piss before you leave?" I figured it couldn't hurt to ask.

"You got it you sick little fucker." Without getting up, Terry grabbed his cock and aimed it my chest. I leaned back and let his piss wash over my tits and crotch then opened my mouth and let him piss the last half of his bladder into my throat. He had some really nice tasting piss. A few minutes later, he was gone. He'd never even asked me for my name.

I grabbed a rag I'd brought along and soaked it in Terry's piss and stuffed it in my mouth and sucked the last of his bladder down my throat. Still tired, but feeling frisky, I sat there with the door cracked, and it didn't take long for someone else to find me.

The next guy in was a tall amiable fellow who also sported a thick moustache and dark hair. His name was Brian and he looked to be about 55. Did I say he was tall? Try 6'6". Brian was also out of shape and was proudly rubbing his sizable beer gut as he stepped into the booth. Brian looked to be of Italian decent. He was dark and swarthy and very hairy. Clearly, he was looking for action, not conversation. Brian closed the door, and he just about filled the room, so I just sat there on the bench and watched him unbuckle his belt as the movie played behind him.

"You look like you're ready to suck a little more cock. Or maybe you've already had your fill this mornin'. Damn, you smell like a fucking toilet."

"Piss. I just let some guy piss all over me. And he fucked my ass really good, too. You interested?" I wasn't playing around at this point. Terry had worked me into full submissive mode, and I only wanted to play dirty from here on out. No games. I don't do coy.

"Did he dump a load of cum in your fairy ass too, or did you eat that for breakfast?" Brian dropped his pants and kicked off his shoes, and then quickly pulled his sweatshirt over his head and tossed everything on the piss-stained floor. He was not messing around either, and damn, he had one massive gut and a long thick cock to match. To say that he was anxious for some tail was putting it mildly. Where were all these guys when I was working my shifts, I thought? I'd never seen him either, but he clearly knew his way around a bookstore.

"No, he dumped it in my ass. I'm saving it for later in case I run out of lube." I was trying to be funny, but he didn't laugh.

"Turn around and step up on that bench. Show me that fine little ass of yours." I stepped up on the bench and grabbed the top of the booth's wall. It didn't go all the way up to the ceiling, so it made a nice handle for me.

Brian got down on his knees and had me squat and spread my legs. "Squeeze it out, baby. Show me some of that shitty cum you got up there in that ass." I relaxed my rim and a stream of Terry's jizz and some lube poured out and dripped down my thigh. "Oh Damn... that's some fresh looking stuff." Brian wiped it off my leg with his hand and then rubbed his palm on my face. I stuck out my tongue and licked him clean and sucked each finger dry.

"Looks like I got a nice little whore to play with today." Brian whispered as he stood up close behind me. "Reach down and grab my cock and get a feel for what you're gonna get next. Hurry it up you hot little bitch."

I let go of the wall and squatted further and reached between my legs and wrapped my hand around his long firm dick. "Gonna fuck you good with that one you little whore. You gonna love it Gonna make you scream, baby." Brian wiped some more of Terry's backwash onto his cock and then spit a sizable hunk of snot onto his shaft and had me rub it into his pole. "Now ease on back and let's get this dick of mine where it needs to be, up in that cute skanky ass of yours." Brian was a friendly fellow for all of his mean talk. He was turning himself on as much as he was turning me on.

Brian pushed two dry fingers into my tail and pulled me towards him. I almost fell against his chest trying to keep my balance on the edge of the bench, but Brian kept his other hand on my back and lowered me slowly onto his sticky erect cock. A second or two later I felt the fat head of his prick bust open my shitter and another load of Terry's jizz dripped out and coated the shaft of Brian's cock as he pushed it into my rectum. Damn, that felt good. He wrapped his big arms around my torso and pulled me further off of the bench so that only my toes were touching it and then he stepped back let the entire weight of my body collapse onto his cock.

"Aaaaah, shit. Yeah, fuck my asshole you big pig. Make it hurt."

"Hold on, baby... I'm gonna rip your ass open... tighten up so you can really take it. Come on baby... tighten up." Brian held me in mid-air and bounced me on his fat cock for a few minutes, and then the two of us fell onto the bench with his dick still buried deep in my gut. What a ride, I thought. What - A - Ride.

"Bend over my little whore, so I can give your ass a red hot work up." I stood in the middle of the room and placed my hands on the concrete floor and Brian stood up behind me and pushed both of us over to the door on the other side. With my shoulders pressed against the frame and my hands now gripping my ankles, Brian fell forward and braced himself across the top of the wall and turned on the engines in his thighs and hips and really let loose on my sorry ass. He had to squat at the knees to really stick me, but it surely didn't keep him from his promise to "rip your ass open," which he very well almost did.

"Come on you big stud, fuck my ol' pussy and really fuck it hard. Give it to me good you sorry bastard, give me that fat cock and fuck my ass hard!" By now, I was doing all of the talking. Brian was mostly grunting and concentrating on just how fast he could power drive his hips and cock into by backside. He was doing a swell job, I must say. "Fuck it man,... FUCK THAT DIRTY ASS... FUCK IT... YEAH... FUCK IT... FUCK IT HARD MAN... FUCK IT HARD!"

When I get in this frame of mind there really is no stopping me. At that point my own parents could have walked in, and I would have kept right on screaming for more of Brian's old thick cock. Damn he sure could hit the spot. "DO IT YOU SICK BASTARD... DO IT. YEAH COME ON. FUCK MY ASS GOOD. SHOOT A LOAD MAN... SHOOT MY ASS FULL OF SPUNK... SHOOT IT MAN, SHOOT IT!"

And then Brian shot it. He shot one fat nasty load of cum deep into my gut. I don't normally feel the actual stream, but this time I could. He fired it so hard that my insides shook and both of us almost broke the door down in the process.

"AAAAHHH shit.... Yeah... suck it up, bitch. Drain that fuckin' cock. Yeah... drain it."

As Brian pumped my gut full of fresh ooze, I suddenly felt the need to blow one, but I had committed to doing this thing for several hours, so as I saw it, I still had time for several more guys, assuming there was any out there to have. I didn't care what they did or who they were, I just wanted some more cock up my ass, and if I had to hang out a sign, then that's what I'd do.

I looked over my shoulder and saw Brian sitting on the bench wiping the remnants of my ass from his softened cock with one of my piss rags. I squatted down onto the floor and let some of his cum drip from my ass, and then I scooped it up with my palm and let him watch me suck it down. I wanted him to know how much I loved what he just did, and just how nasty a bitch I could be for the right guy. I think I proved my point.

"Daaammmn. You are a sight, aren't you. Sick fuck. Get over here and suck on my cock. Gently... clean it up so I can get out of here." I crawled across the increasingly nasty floor and buried my face in his crotch and dined on a second helping of whatever it is that coats a man's cock after he pulls it from my asshole. Brian stood up after I'd cleaned his pole for a few minutes and attempted to find his clothes in the semi-dark booth.

"You mind if I take a piss? As I recall, you said you like that, right? Get down on your back and kick up your ankles and show me the damage I did. I wanna hose down that nasty hole." I rolled back onto the floor and pulled my ankles up to my shoulders then reached down and spread the lips of my ass as far as I could so that he could see just how swollen I was.

"Looks like my little whore wants a butt bath. Be still. I'll give you something else to chew on." Brian aimed his cock at my swollen rim as if it were a target and fired a red hot stream of funky smelling piss right onto my ass. I pulled the lips apart as far as I could in hopes that some of what he had would drip into my burning rectum, which it did.

"Yeah, look at that. You really are a fucking piss slut, aren't you? Yeah, you're one nasty little piss fucker. Look at you... Yeah, waller 'round in my piss you filthy fuck. Ain't you a sick piece. Here, open that nasty mouth and drink some of this piss. That's it... yeah, drink up slut. Drink it all up." Brian dropped the last of his load into my hot mouth and shook a lot of spray onto my thighs. He never said anything else but smiled big as if to say "thanks." I didn't move from that position until he'd dressed and left the booth. After he shut the door, I smoked 2 cigarettes and drank a bottle of water.

About ten minutes later, a tall lanky black man of about 30 stepped in. I don't know his name because we were never actually introduced, but he had a fuck-off look on his face and his voice told me that he was in a hurry. Dawg, as I'll call him, had short black cornrows on his head, a silver chain around his neck, a white t-shirt, and a baggy pair of jeans. His skin was dark and leathery and had I run into him in a dark alley, I'd assume he'd want my wallet. Not to stereotype, but he was most definitely a thug.

"Hey man, is you the faggot back here making all that noise? You looking for some of this? Huh? You want some mo' cock, faggot?" Dawg hadn't even stepped into the booth and he was already showing me his jock strap from underneath his unzipped jeans.

"Jeezus man, someone took a piss in here or somethin'? Smells nasty. How you stay all locked up here with it smelling like a toilet bowl? Come on man, you want this or what?"

"Yeah, come in... close the door."

"Oh what, you shy now or somethin'?" I done heard you screaming to Fuck Me Fuck Me down the hall, so don't think I don't know what you's in here doin'. Now bend over faggot and let me ride your ass a little 'fore I go home. I wanna shoot off another load, you know?"

"Yeah, I know. You got me. I'm a badass cumslut and you've come to the right place. Drop your jeans and get comfortable."

"Bitch, the only comfort I want is to have my cock up yo' ass, now get down on your fuckin' knees and get ready 'cause I ain't got all day."

"You're already hard?"

"No, you piece of shit, but you sho' me some of that ripe pussy ass and I'll be fine, now get down and let's hit it."

"Piss on me, man. Take a big ol' fucking piss dump right here and get me all wet first. Come on, man, piss on my face then let me eat out your sweaty ass and you can have all the hot pussy you can handle." This guy was a piece of work, but his style kind of turned me on. A poser? Maybe, but a thug nonetheless.

"You want me to piss you up first and then you gonna clean out my asshole too? Damn bitch. Get down on the floor, I'll give you what you want, but you is one nasty motherfucker. Nasty... and sometimes a man just likes to get nasty, too."

I dropped down on my knees as if in front of an alter and waited for Dawg to cover me in a fresh coat of steaming hot thug piss (the best kind). This guy was probably a total sleazebag, maybe even a drug dealer, and if he was going to ride my ass, then I was going to get as raw I was could before he did it. Dawg was the kind of man, had he been older, that I would have followed home and gladly serviced for an entire weekend without much regard for my safety. He made me feel like a bitch dog in heat and I wanted to get as dirty as he'd let me.

"Naaah faggot. I said get down on the fuckin' flo'. Ain't gonna be no kneelin'. You get down and roll around in it, bitch. Just like you like it." Dawg threw me off balance and sent me crashing to the concrete onto my shoulder. With his foot, he pushed me onto my stomach and then stood behind me and kicked my legs apart. The smell of dried piss was drifting into nose and my cock started to get rock hard underneath my body.

Dawg laughed like a prankster and whipped out his cock and shot a load of piss onto my ass and let it drip into my crack onto my ball sac. "Yeah bitch, bathe in it you sick faggot. Now roll over and show me that cock." I rolled over onto my back and he shot more piss onto my cock and stomach and then aimed at my face before stopping his stream. With his feet on either side of my torso, he walked up to my head and ordered me to open wide and then dropped the rest of his gut into my thirsty piss-starved throat.

"Drink it up, faggot. Drink it up. Now stick outcha tongue and let me sit on it. You gonna clean up my chute fo' me. NOW BITCH... HERE IT COMES!"

Dawg left his jock strap in place but pushed his jeans down around his knees and squatted on my face as if were taking a shit in the woods. He wasn't gentle. His cheeks hit mine with full force and his aim was pretty good too. His asshole dropped dead center on my extended tongue, and boy he was not kidding... he really did have one hell of a shit chute.

"Fuck my asshole you dirty bitch... eat it all up. You gag even once and I'll beat the life out yo' sorry ass. Now get to it and... Aahahahaha YEAH BITCH... that IS IT... clean my motherfuckin' hole... mmmm...you wanted it... mmmm... now you GOT IT."

The rank odor of Dawg's funk was almost more than I could bear. I wanted so much to reach down and beat the hell out my cock, but he hadn't even fucked me yet, so no way I going to waste a good load on goddamn rim job... even if it was from a prime piece of dirty black tail.

"You lucky I ain't needin' to take a big dump, you bitch. I'd do it too, I fuckin' drop a nice pile of shit in your mouth if'n I had a chance. Clean it up bitch... Yeah, that's it... eat it all down ... ahaahaaaa yeah... and swallow it up you shit slut, you fuckin' shit slut. That's what you are. A nasty piss drinkin' shitty faced ho'... Now git on your fuckin' knees like the mutt you are and give me some pussy cause that's what you really been wantin'. Get on your knees slut and wag that tail."

I slid out from under his partially cleaned crack and quickly got on my knees in anticipation of a long water hose of a cock... but that was not to be. He may have been tall, and he may have lanky, but his cock was short and bloated, like a soup can, but only two-thirds the length. Damn, that one was going to hurt.

Dawg thought well enough to grab the lube he'd spotted on the bench, and he shoved the head of the bottle just inside of my asshole and squeezed a large glob of cold jelly into my rectum. He pushed his cock against my backdoor and very quickly gave me the first three inches of his beefy can. I screamed out because it hurt like hell, but I also wanted even more from this skinny fucker, and I hoped he would leave me gasping for air when he was done with me.

"Aah yeah... that's right... This dog's got a big fatty for yo'r ass and you's gonna take every fuckin' inch of it you bitch. Scream for me bitch, scream for me."

Scream I did as he shoved the last two inches of that thing into my ass, completely stretching me to the absolute limit. It felt like I was being fisted by a 12 year old. Damn, that really did feel hot, now that I think about it. At the time... not so much.

Fortunately it didn't take Dawg long to shoot his load into my ass. He stroked that tin can of his in and out of my shit hole 15 or 20 times, and then he forced me onto the floor and back into his piss pool as he drove it home for another few strokes before dumping a fresh cum load into my gut. Holy shit, that was fast. The entire fuck took less that 3 minutes, but that was all he needed, and he was done for the day. I think I'd satisfied him.

"Yeah, that's it. You done got what you needed. Another load of stinkin' cum and some hot piss to role aroun' in you dirty faggot." I started to get up to thank him but Dawg kicked me back onto the wet floor. "Naaah, man. You stay down there with the cockroaches 'tils I leave. I ain't havin' you getting none of that shit on me. You just stay right there..."

Dawg kept his eyes on me, as if I might bite, while he tucked his dirty cock in his pants and fumbled with his zipper. "Nasty 'ho."

He was right of course. I looked like hell, and I probably did deserve to stay right there glued down to the floor by the layers of piss my 3 tricks had left behind. So I did, or at least until he left, and then I sat up and took stock of my morning and tried to decide if I'd had enough "action" for one day. No, I had not had enough action I determined. I wanted more. So I waited, but not for long.

While I was enjoying another cigarette, and flicking the ashes into the piss pool, a graying and tightly built 50-something guy strolled in and suddenly the show was on again. Benny was his name (he told me that later) and he was a rough and raw sort of guy who prefers his jeans dirty, his pits stinking, and his sex rough. And I figured all of that out even before he opened his mouth. For lack of a better description, Benny is old-school Southern white trailer trash. The kind of guy who is often stereotyped in films as mean but somehow grows noble by the end of the movie. I could write an entire book about Benny, who I've grown to adore this past month or so, and who will (no doubt) become a good friend of mine in the future. Turns out, Benny lives about a block from my place and runs an engine repair business out of his driveway (cash only, no receipts given, but that's just between us, ok?). He also rides a Harley, collects guns, and makes homemade porn, which he regularly posts on one of those amateur porn sites (you can figure out which one if you're curious).

Benny also suffers from Short Man's Syndrome. He's 5'9", but it bothers him (a lot), so he compensates with intense butchness, a macho swagger, and regular visits to his guest room, which is well stocked with barbells and an odd assortment of second hand workout equipment. Benny doesn't say much, usually he just grunts and nods, but when he does, he typically barks orders or speaks in a way that is meant to intimidate the listener. Benny is also a Vietnam vet. He was one of the last men shipped over there, and the war ended not long after. He was only 18 at the time and is still really pissed off at Nixon for ruining his chance to "kill some people and not have to go to jail for it," as he puts it... but that's just Benny. This is how we met for the first time.

"I heard there was a pissboy back in here, but I didn't believe it. Had to see it for m'self, but you ain't no boy? You want to drink some o' my piss? Huh, do ya? I got a whole gut full and it's all yours, pig."

"Whatever you want Mister. Name your game and I'm in. Just leave me breathing, that's all I ask."

"Damn... you are seriously twisted, and I like twisted. Open up, piss boy, and have a taste." Benny unzipped his tight oily jeans and whipped out an average looking pink cock with a serious piece of foreskin hanging off the front of it, and without much hesitation set free a mean stream of hot piss accompanied my a couple of gut-wrenching farts, which I absolutely despise (for the record) and rarely tolerate. I ignored his gas attack and concentrated on catching as much piss in my mouth as I could. Benny reeked of stale cigarettes, which always gives me a boner, and his piss tasted like day old beer, which I also like. This one was going to be fun.

Benny aimed the last of his piss at the floor (why do these guys always do that?) and managed to cover his old black boots in a thick layer of yellow liquid. "Clean 'em up, piss boy. Every fuckin' drop."

Gladly, I thought. Gladly.

Benny's piss had rinsed away the dust on the tips of his boots, and like a thirsty puppy, I sucked up every last drop of piss from his feet and licked his boots clean: front, back, top, and bottom. Benny was impressed, and I was in whore's heaven.

Benny sat an the bench and enjoyed his boot bath while some fat fucker with three chins was peering in from the other booth, clearly whacking his wimpy little cock. Benny whipped out a pocketknife and told him to get lost, which he did.

"How long you been here?"

"Almost two hours, I guess."

"Ass full of cum?"

"Yeah."

"Feed it to me." Whoa. Benny sat down on the floor in a pool of stale piss and leaned back against the bench and had me turn around and squat on his hairy face. Apparently, Benny was as sick as I was, and he had no problem with the idea of eating out some stranger's cum-soaked shitter. Good for Benny.

"Squeeze it. Take a big cum dump in m' mouth you piss freak."

I didn't shoot anything disgusting into Benny's filthy face, but I did relax my guts and let a morning's worth of cum drip onto Benny's hungry tongue. He dined on the cum of three men and then pushed his fat tongue in my ass and licked out every fucking drop he could get to. He took his time, too. By the time he'd finished cleaning out my hole, my legs were starting to cramp up from squatting against his face. Benny was THE man, and I was not going to let this guy go without a complete introduction and an exchange of phone numbers. Shit, right about then, I was thinking marriage, but Benny had other plans.

"Your turn, piggy." Well, what goes around comes around, I guess.

Benny stood up and kicked off his boots and sweat socks and then dropped his jeans and black denim jacket into a pool of piss. He was wearing no underwear, and he left on his black t-shirt for a while. As I said, Benny has an average looking cock, not unlike mine, but his is uncut and he rarely bothers to clean out the cheese that builds up. He prefers to feed it to men like me instead. I laid out on the floor and let Benny squat down on my face. I had hoped he'd play with my cock while I licked his asshole for him, but he was facing in the opposite direction. As Benny started to drop his dirty butt onto my tongue, I caught a glimpse of the ink he had on his left ass cheek: SPUNK DUMP. That about said it all. There were other tats on his legs, but they were hard to make out at the time.

A moment later old Benny gave me a taste of the single most revolting piece of tail I'd ever had the pleasure of eating. To know Benny is to love him, but the man simply doesn't respect cleanliness. His idea of a bath is to rinse himself off in the garage with a garden hose twice a week. He doesn't buy deodorant, and the few clothes he has only get washed about once a month. That's just Benny. Anyway, Benny hadn't showered that day (or the day before), but he had clearly taken his morning shit right on schedule. He immediately started to grind that filthy hole into my face as firmly as he could. He wanted me to clean every fucking inch of his ass, inside and out, and he was more than willing to sit there for as long as it took... so I took my time and gave Benny one hell of a tongue bath. (By the way: he's had a few more from me since then.)

Once satisfied, Benny flipped over, and on his hands and knees crawled up to my cock and quickly gobbled up the entire length of my extremely tight boner. Benny sucks cock with a lot of slobber, and he isn't particularly quiet about it either. Hanging above my face was a tasty piss-coated foreskin that could barely contain a week's worth of aromatic headcheese. Wrapped tightly around the base of his hairy cock was a thick black leather snap-on cock ring covered in steel studs, the kind one buys in a leather bar gift shop.

I grabbed the base of his cock, which caused him to moan and shake his hips, and then peeled back the man's meaty foreskin. Knowing exactly what I wanted, he dropped his hips and pushed his thickening cock into my hungry mouth just as it spit out its first drops of extremely sweet precum. I ran my tongue around the head of it and gobbled up the toxic build-up of slime and goo and then swallowed the heavy flow of sugar his cock was pumping out for me.

"Slow down piggy, ...ain't time for us to blow one jist yet." Benny was already worried about cumming too soon, which I assumed was a sign that we were just getting started.

"You gonna fuck his hole Benny? Or you just gonna be usin' that one as a warm-up?" I spit out Benny's pole and looked over to see a dark black face peering through the hole in the wall. He seemed to know Benny, but who was he?

"Getting' there... This one's the main course." Both men grinned like long lost buddies at a high school reunion. "You here to watch, or you wanna get some of this too? Found me a hot new piece, but don't mind sharin' it for a little while. Get yo'r cock out and come on over."

Apparently that was all the invitation the man needed, and in no time he came barreling into the booth, which was hardly big enough for all three of us, but we managed. Just as I was about to get a good look at the man, Benny sat on my face again and pressed his wet ass onto my forehead and forced his cock back into my mouth to show off what he was doing for his friend.

Benny ripped off his shirt and tossed it to the side, and a few second later I felt a large hand reach between my legs and a couple of fingers shoot up my ass.

"Whatcha got here Benny? This one's been fucked already from the feel of it. You do that?"

"Naw man. Some thug worked his ass over pretty good earlier 'fore I got to it. He's good to go though. Hungry little fucker. What's your name piggy?" Benny lifted up just long enough for me to cough up a name, dropped his cock back into my skull, and then slapped my cheek as if to say thank you.

"You ain't haulin' whitey's garbage this morn'n, Harvey?"

"Uh huh, pulled an all-nighter over at the plant... headed home for some sleep but wanted to get my knob polished first."

"Man, moonlightin's gonna kill ya. You need to lay off that shit. Relax a little."

"One day. So come on man, let's see you fuck this pig. Maybe give me a go at it too."

Benny finally stood up long enough for me to get a long look at Harvey. Mmmm. Harvey. A night watchman on the weekends and a city sanitation man during the day, Harvey is very busy fellow who doesn't get much time to see a lot of action... ass action that is. He supports his aging parents, so he works two jobs and only sees the inside of a bookstore about once a month. He jerks off a lot at home from what I understand.

Anyway, Harvey's in the middle of stripping off his night watchman's gear, black pants, white shirt with fake badge, and shiny black shoes. He tossed his uniform on the bench but dropped his old white briefs onto the floor and stepped out of them, leaving on only his thick black sweat socks. He flashed a big smile and tugged on his long funnel shaped ebony cock topped with a bright red head and a short fat ball sac. It was a mean looking package.

Harvey is almost 6 ft tall and has a barrel chest, a fast food gut, and a bubble ass that looks like it's had one too many shots of silicone. He's actually not bad looking, which helps to balance his girth.

"Piggy's an ass freak... have a seat." Benny was now between my legs and was casually placing my calves on his shoulders as he watched Harvey undress and ramble on about his blue balls and plans for a tit ring... or something.

Harvey, of course, didn't bother to ask me if I wanted his basketball of an ass on my face. He assumed as much and did as Benny suggested... but very cautiously, as if he were about to serve me a fine delicacy of rare primo tail instead of the garden-variety old black asshole. Harvey does have a fine piece of ass, so I enjoyed it, but I'm not sure that it classifies as a "delicacy."

While Harvey slowly twisted his ass onto my face (sweaty and pungent as I recall), Benny worked three fingers into my abused hole and told Harvey to give my balls a good workout. I was starting to think that I had finally landed in piss pig heaven.

Without any formalities, Benny pushed his thick foreskin and the rest of his bloated cock into what had been a fairly tight chute a couple of hours earlier, but that now functioned as more of a gaping hole. Benny's style suggested that having my ass was just the most natural thing in the world... like pouring a cup of coffee or reading the paper.

I could feel Benny's strong hips pushing against my thighs and cheeks, but I can't say that I really felt his cock with the intensity that I would have liked. I was just too used up at that point, but I enjoyed the feel of his slow methodic pounding, which was extremely erotic and powerful. Of course, I did have my tongue buried deep inside the asshole of some strange beefy black man with a musty backside, so maybe that had something to do with it as well. I do remember that my cock was on the verge of one hell of an orgasm, and Harvey's heavy-handed ball massage was not helping matters much.

"Shoot a load of piss on my pecs, Harv. I know you got some in ya." Damn, Benny was as raw as I was... maybe more so.

Harvey arched his back and fired off a lengthy gut-busting stream of morning piss, which loudly splashed onto Benny's chest and also into his mouth. Benny collected as much as he could hold and then spit it onto my cock, giving my already sensitive crotch yet another reason to explode like a cum-filled volcano.

"The cock... hit my cock, Harv'." The last of Harvey's golden stream coated Benny's greasy cock, which he then proceeded to pump into my asshole as the only lube I'd get to enjoy (not that I needed any at that point). As a thank you gift, I extended my dirty tongue deeper into Harvey's black ass and then reached around and gripped his thick cone of a cock at its base. Benny shoved his dick as far into me as he could and fell onto Harvey's stick and sucked out the last few drops of piss.

"Want some pussy, Harv? Let's get this pig a taste of what you got... make him really squeal."

"Yeah, man... get out the way... let old Harvey in there." (Harvey often speaks in third person, which is odd considering who he is and what he does.) Harv finally saw fit to get his ass off my face and stand up over my piss-soaked body.

Benny dropped onto the bench and rubbed his dirty cock between his fingers and pointed at his crotch as if to say that I now needed to eat some more of his juicy foreskin. Harvey already had me standing up and wrapped in a bear hug and was fingering my asshole again to get it ready for one last cock of the day.

"Hold on," I said. "I have GOT to get a taste of your dick first - then you can rip into me with it. Damn, Harvey, you've got hell of a hot looking cock." I meant it too. Harvey's dick was black as coal and that bright red head looked like a ripe strawberry sitting on the top of an inverted ice cream cone. I new that having that thing up my ass would finally flip my switch, so before it did I was going to enjoy it as much as possible.

"Have at it piggy. Have some lunch."

Not yet ready to leave my ass unattended, I turned around and sat in Benny's lap and let my chute suck up his cock one more time, which I think he really appreciated... but who wouldn't, right?

With Benny's cock now deep in my shitter again, I went to work on old Harv's gut-ripping piece of meat. Damn, that thing sure tasted good. He squeezed out some precum for me, so I used my tongue to work it into his stick and get it nice and slick. My asshole was finally more than Benny could take, and suddenly he busted out with a deep moan and shot a thick load of jizz into my cunt while twisting my nipples with his fingers and biting firmly onto my shoulder.

That was all Harvey needed as the signal that my ass was now all his. He spun me around like a top and pushed my head into Benny's lap and kicked my legs apart as his big hands started pulling at my cheeks.

Benny's softening shit-stained cock found its way into my mouth, and I tucked the tip of my tongue under its foreskin and licked up the last of his cheese and fresh spunk. Harvey spit onto his own dick a few times and pushed that fat red head into my chute, and then slowly stretched my sphincter as the full length of his funnel cock marched its way towards Nirvana.

Once Harvey had buried everything he had into my gut, he leaned down and lifted me up by wrapping his powerful arms around each of my thighs. Impaled in mid air, I thought. How could this get any better? I balanced myself by gripping onto the bench and biting into Benny's tool, which he took as a compliment.

Harvey was desperate to pop one off in my ass, so his hips hit full speed by the third stroke, but five poundings from that monster was all I could handle and suddenly a massive flow of white hot jizz shot out from my cock and pooled up under the bench.

"AAAAAhhhhrrrrggggggg!!!"

"Damn, he's blowin' it Harv... give it to him, man, really give it to him! Make him feel it."

"Take it pig... take it. Yeah, tighten up your ol' hole... Aaaaah, damn... here it is pig... HERE IT IS!!!!"

Just as Harvey was shooting off a fat load of garbage into my tail, Benny released a sweet flow of post-nut piss into my throat... heavy on the nut, light on the piss. I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was grinning. He had found a partner in crime, an equal, and he was pleased.

"Shit man, that was fuckin' TOO hot." Harvey was already engaged in chatter, but his engorged cock was still firmly planted in my sore ass and didn't seem to want to leave, so I had to remove it myself with my own hand.

My back was aching and I knew at that point that Harv' was going to be the last of the studs for one day. I collapsed onto my knees, swallowed the last of Benny's soft flow of piss, and then fell onto the wet floor as Harvey's jizz made it's way back out of my ass. I simply didn't have the control at that point to even keep it inside. I was spent. Done.

Benny seemed through with it as well. He stayed glued to the bench with his soft cock hanging loosely between his thighs, breathing heavily, and staring at the ceiling. Harvey dressed himself as we watched. He left his briefs in the thick pool of piss until his shoes were on, then picked them up, rubbed his cock with them, and then wiped the crack of my ass before stuffing them into his pants pocket just as he zipped up. I assume he framed them later as a memento.

Before he left, Harvey got my name and told me that he lived in my neighborhood, about a mile down the road. I liked ol' Harvey, respected his work ethic, and vowed to take him on again one day soon in a more comfortable environment. I'll have to charge him, because this shit ain't cheap, and I've got to pay the rent, but knowing Harvey, he'll pay for it.

Benny chatted me up for almost an hour after that. Well, actually Benny asked a series of short personal questions, and I opened up and told him pretty much everything I'd been through over the past year or so. He had assumed that I was a banker or something who slums it with the local deviants at the bookstore once every year or so.

"You're THAT Chris??? The one I been hearin' about from the boys? Whoa. The way I hear it, you're gittin' quite a followin' with the highwaymen. 'By Appointment Only' or some shit. That YOU?"

"Well, yeah, I guess. You mean I'm like famous or something?"

"Don't know that I'd call it fame... but people talk and lately they's talkin' 'bout you and the truckers and how you're the dude they wanna get freaky with. Got your own room at the motel... everything."

"I DO NOT have my own room at a motel... Ha, but I do spend a lot of time there." We both laughed, and he nodded as if to say that I should be flattered by all the talk.

"So what's all this crap here in the bookstore? You givin' it away on Saturdays now?"

"Sometimes. Look, I don't hook because I need the money. Well, I do need it, but I do it because I can. If you'd offered me cash when you walked in, I'd have taken it. It just sorta, well, started happening, I guess."

"Lucky fucker. I ain't payin' for tail. Too much free shit out there. But I get your point."

"With me, it's about pushing limits and letting them really do whatever they want to do. I don't usually say no. For what they pay, I can't. They pretty much own me for the night, so I comply. Plus, they also get to sleep with me, as in actually sleep - like in a real bed. These truckers don't see the inside of a lot of motels, and they rarely get to wrap their arms around someone like me, so after they let loose and experience whatever wild shit they think about all day in those lonely rigs, they get to calm down, take a shower and curl up next to another human being... with the added benefit of hearing no complaints from me about the way they smell or their snoring. Everybody wins."

"And all this?"

"THIS is just me getting what I need. Scratching an itch that's never satisfied."

"So you a whore AND an addict?" Benny smiled.

"Throw in piss pig, cum slut, and all around tramp, and yeah... I guess that about describes it."

"A man after me own heart."

Benny and I finally dressed, and with my key to the store, slipped out the back door before anyone noticed we were gone. I feel badly for the guy who had to clean up that booth later, but no one ever mentioned it to me, so I guess the added benefit of having a bunch of horny dudes hanging out in the hallway listening all morning added something to the daily receipts. Business is business.

A footnote: Earlier in this chapter I mentioned the two fratboys, assholes both, who tried to make a little trouble for me and my man Terry. Well, interestingly enough, just two days ago, I stopped into the same bookstore to pick up a couple of bottles of my favorite lube, and who should walk up to me but Kevin, one of the two assholes. I didn't recognize him, but for whatever reason, he had recognized me. He sheepishly apologized and explained that he and his buddy had been drunk and Kevin has been hoping to "come out" and seduce his roommate right there in the booth. Funny, naïve stuff, huh? The plan didn't work, and Kevin had to play along. Blech.

So Kevin proceeds to give my crotch a rubdown and then ushers me into a booth for a little privacy. Kevin has me strip down from the waist and then gives me a fairly decent hummer... the kind that passes for "mind-blowing" in most college bathrooms. I thanked him and returned to the counter to catch up on gossip. Half an hour later, I heard some ruckus coming from both 3. I crouched down in booth 2 and peeped through one the two glory holes and there, completely naked, was Kevin. Ever the friendly sort, Kevin was taking a salesman's cock up his butt while sucking the skin off the dick of tasty looking black man with diamond studs in his ears. Mmm. Kevin learned quickly, I thought.

Until next time...

CXG