Christian: The Highway Hooker

Christian: The Highway Hooker - Part 3 A Change of Plans

By: Christian Xavier Gartrip

(christianxgartrip@gmail.com)

So now you know a little about me, a few of my friends, and how I came to be. Terrific. I realize that you're probably most curious about my sexual adventures, and admittedly, that is the reason I write these stories, so I think the pattern here should be me writing about the more stimulating parts of my job... meaning, the stories that provide the maximum boner possibilities to those looking for a little mental masturbation as well as the real kind. I'll try to keep things arranged as chronologically as possible so that you don't get lost, but sex is sex, so forgive me if my dates get a little screwy, so to speak.

Samuel and James had apparently done a wonderful job of getting the word out that a "specialist" had set up shop in and around a certain exit on I-85. I loved that: Specialist. It was as if I had attended a series of seminars or maybe had a degree in freak. It was also embarrassing in that it did create a very high set of expectations from new clients. Plus, there was this added problem of being high profile. No, I didn't take out ads, but in my little world, it isn't hard to get a reputation, earned or otherwise. It leads to lucrative deals, but it also creates tensions and jealousies and of course, brings out the bashers. I'll save them for a later date.

So let's meet Mo and Derrick (albeit briefly). Truckers both, Mo and Derrick are also lovers, but don't tell anyone, because they try to keep it quiet. Mo and Derrick gave me a call after getting a tip and my number from another trucker they had jerked off with in the showers at a stop outside of Charleston. They mentioned that they were from NC, and when the guy refused to bottom for them in the back of their rig, he told them to call me instead. (He's Canadian and had had me already, so the reference was legit.) When we spoke, they were heading into High Point for 4 days of relaxation and wanted to set up house in a motel and have me over. Unfortunately, they had engine trouble outside of Greenville (SC) and had to call it quits until their rig was serviced. Devastated, they were now stuck in a motel just north of there, so they canceled, but promised to reschedule... Soon.

Feeling pretty shitty about missing a chance to play Oreo with two black trucker-lovers for profit, I decided to hit the bookstore. The only thing there for me that night was Will, my straight friend the Trooper, who lets me suck his cock twice a week in exchange for information and protection. I blew Will in the booth with no glory holes so that no one would see him getting it on with another guy. Plus, he was in uniform. I must admit, Will's badge and gun always give me a boner, especially when he casually removes them while I'm on my knees in front of him... salivating. I finished him off (nothing spectacular, so let's move on) and then headed home to hit the sack early and enjoy a long jerk-off session with a new slave novel I'd picked up. Yeah, fun stuff.

The problem with nodding off early is the waking up early. I hate that shit. It was 3:50am and I was wired and my nuts were twitching for something... but what? Rest Stop Joe! I needed a big dose of Rest Stop Joe. That would make me feel better. So I quickly cleaned out the shit chute (he ain't THAT kinky) and headed south to a sleepy little rest area south of High Point in search of my favorite almost-porn-star (long story, later), who was now the night keep of this particular pit stop. When I arrive it was 5:10am. Joe drives off at 5, sharp. I had missed him AND his wonderful uncut cock that just the week before had fucked me raw while standing against a dumpster out back as two black kids watched from the front seat of their car. (ok, so he's a little kinky).

Instead of Joe's rusted grey truck, I was treated to a white Volvo and a small dairy rig parked on the edge of the camper lot. Big deal. I went inside anyway, just to see.

With no one standing at a urinal, and a sudden flood of enema backwash unfortunately cramping my abdomen (I was in a hurry, so I had done a poor job), I made my way to the stalls to dump the gut before heading back home. Sitting in the third stall, the one with the missing door, was a pinstripe clad lawyer type with his trousers around his ankles taking a very dramatic shit. No lie. He grinned at me as I slowly strolled past and then pointed to his slender pink cock aimed straight at the ceiling. I think he thought I'd be excited by this disgusting display, but he was wrong. I was repulsed. I just don't understand why anyone would buy a Volvo and choose white. What's that about? Plus, the brown wingtips he'd matched with a grey pinstripe was pretty much a deal breaker. What a handsome jerk. Revolting.

I made my way to the trick stall, my favorite one, but most people know it as the handicap stall... the one with handle bars, room for a wheelchair, and a higher seat. These are great for sex. I removed my jeans and boots and hung them on the back of the door and dropped my aching backside onto the bowl and shot out a massive load of water. How'd that happen, I thought? I'm normally so thorough. The water was mostly clean, so I guess that was a small consolation. I sat quietly and tried to think about puppies so that my hard on would shrink, but the sound of Pinstripe's flushing toilet and sudden masturbation activity was keeping me excited. To pass the time, I slowly dry-stroked my boner to the sounds of an overpaid horny lawyer with bad taste beating his meat on a shit filled toilet. Such a loser, I thought. I am such a fucking loser.

I heard someone else come in and take a seat in the next stall. Hmmm. Things were looking up: Dirty work boots, worn jeans and tattered white briefs around the ankles, the smell of grease, road sweat, and a fresh cigarette wafting through the air. The trucker had awakened and out of 8 available stalls, he'd chosen to take his morning piss and shit dump in the one right next to mine. How fortunate.

I blotted my ass, flushed, and slid my foot to the right. He replied by reaching down and grabbing my ankle with his calloused left hand that had an old red bandana knotted around the wrist, but no wedding ring. I stood up and used the bar to balance myself and lowered my ass to the cold tile floor and let my cock find its way under the wall and into his large rough hand. He dropped some spit into his palm and gently stroked my cock, which surprised me. I was expecting something more violent. When the precum started flowing, he stood up, wiped his ass four of five times and made his way into my stall. The door was unlocked.

When Trucker pushed open my door, I was back on the john with my legs spread, my sweatshirt on the floor, and my cock bouncing in mid air. Trucker had shaggy red hair with a lot of grey, a bushy orange beard, green flannel shirt, brown t-shirt, and an old suede ball cap turned backward on his head. He greeted me with his jeans pushed down to his thighs and his hard and somewhat large red cock aiming in my direction. His crotch was framed by a mass of copper pubes and sported a heavy low-hanging sac of nuts covered in a short carpet of copper hair.

Trucker didn't bother to close the door, and he said nothing. He just stood in front of me and pulled my face onto his sweaty crotch and forced his red-fleshed cock into my mouth before letting out a long breathless sigh.

"Scratch my balls," he mumbled in a low baritone. As I fucked his copper crotch with my face and tugged on his greasy hairy sac, Trucker unbuttoned his shirt and relaxed his thick gut and tossed the old plaid rag on the floor behind him and then dropped his suede cap on top of it. Trucker was covered in a layer of thick dry sweat and the smell of his raw flesh was overpowering. I could feel my asshole twitching, which only means one thing: this man's going to have to fuck me... or else.

I reached down between my legs and pushed a finger into my ass, which I hoped would signal to Silent Red what his next move ought to be. I think he got the message.

"Damn, you two guys are really getting it on. That's hot." It was Pinstripe. The asshole de jour had made his way to our corner and wanted in on the morning action. I wanted to tell him to get lost, but Trucker seemed amiable and let the guy horn his way in. Jerk.

Pinstripe pressed his chest and crotch against Trucker's backside and peered around to watch me deep-throat Red's beefy pink tool. He squeezed Trucker's nipples and then buried his nose in Trucker's armpit and took a deep whiff of Red's funk. A few seconds later his grey striped trousers and plaid boxers hit the tops of his brown wingtips, but he was still wearing in his shirt, tie, and jacket. This was surely going to be an odd looking threesome.

After a heady dose of pit sweat, Pinstripe dropped onto his knees and finally tossed his coat. He pushed his face into Trucker's ass and went to work on Red's shitty hole. I was deadly pissed at that move. This asswipe was not my idea of an interesting party guest, but I did admire the pig streak that he had displayed... grudgingly.

Trucker spread his legs and forced his dirty ass back onto Pinstripe's face and practically sat on the guy's nose as he pumped some precum onto my tongue. He seemed to recognize the unusual blessing of being in the middle and was very relaxed as the two of us gobbled up his rank flesh.

"Got lube?" These were the next brief words uttered by Trucker, and they were clearly directed at me.

"I do I do." Pinstripe was very prepared for his morning of down-low fun. He reached into his blazer a pulled out a small tube of travel lube and pressed it into Trucker's hand, but then went right back to his breakfast of scrambled butt hole in just seconds.

"Lean back."

I gave up Red's cock, not my first choice, kicked up my legs, and let him have access to my moist hole. Trucker greased a finger as if he were applying paste to a toothbrush, reached into the bowl, and then pushed it into my ass. With Trucker bent forward, I looked across his back and glanced at Pinstripe. Still on his knees, his eyes were rolled back in his head as he hungrily chomped on Trucker's chute. That man was as high as a kite, I thought. Good for him, I guess, but damn... why him???

"You ready?"

"Yeah, man... do it." I kind of whispered my response, because the joyous nature of Pinstripe was getting on my nerves, and I needed to let Trucker know that we were kindred spirits here. Pinstripe was the unwanted outsider.

I stood up and turned around and tried to place a foot on the bowl to give Trucker better access, but he kicked it off and spread my legs out wide as if to signal that he preferred to go in that way. Once I was in position, Trucker pushed my face into the bowl and then pushed two wet thumbs into my asshole and pulled the rim apart. Men who do this tend to be the type who like to go in quick and very deep on the first plunge, so I wrapped my arms around the base of the toilet and bit my tongue.

"Warm him up for me... you're smaller."

Uh oh. I didn't like the sound of that one.

"I would love to. Thanks!" Before he got the words out of his mouth, Pinstripe's puny cock was knocking at my door as he crushed his starchy white shirt against my back. I was all but ready to object (I rarely do yuppies), but as I turned my head to speak, Trucker, standing on the side of the toilet and pressed against the wall, shot a pungent load of piss into the bowl just inches from my cheek and mouth. Oh dear. Now what do I do?

Instinctively, I opened my mouth and looked at his eyes. It was all he needed. He jerked his hand up a little and Pow! Right in the face! Trucker grinned as he watched a naked stranger lap from his piss stream. Pinstripe pushed the head of his cock into my ass, but at that point... who cared?

Old Pinster wasn't very stylish when it came to fucking another man's ass in a shit stall. He rammed his hips up and down and panted like a dog as he tried to reach around and hold onto my cock. It was actually annoying, but it felt nice to have something (anything, to be honest) pushed up inside as Trucker's piss washed across my face and tongue.

"Man, that looks good. You lucky fucker. Getting your ass plowed by my raging rocket and drinking from a hot cock. You are one lucky homo." God he was such a moron... and for the record, "raging rocket" are not the words I'd use to describe what he was packing, so feel free to spread that rumor around.

"You want some?"

"Aaah man... that'd be great. I'd love a good dose of hot man piss." Asshole. Definitely not a Chapel Hill grad... they play this game with a much better vocabulary. Trucker, fortunately, was drained, so Pinstripe was out of luck, or so I thought.

Red kicked off his boots and quietly stepped out of his old jeans and with his foot lifted his tattered white briefs and dropped them into the old bowl of fresh piss. I thought Pin was going to pop his nut right then and there, but he just kept jack-rabbiting my ass in anticipation of what Trucker would do next.

He reached into the bowl and pulled out his underpants, wadded them into a ball and squeezed a thick flush of hot piss onto my back and then proceeded to wash my neck and pits with his juice. Pinstripe dove in and licked it up as it flowed down my back and into the crack of my ass. His shirt was soaked and his paisley tie ruined, which I'm still laughing about. He didn't care though; he was too busy swallowing whatever he could get into his pretentious mouth.

"Another?"

"Aaah man, yeah. Soak those babies up again and shove those nasty things in my mouth. I want to eat your shorts man. I want to eat 'em!" Good god... someone please make it stop.

Trucker gave Pin another helping of piss, which provided the added benefit of shutting him up. It's hard to talk when some man's piss-heavy underpants and lodged in your throat. (Yes, I know this from experience, but that's not the point.)

"Slide over, man. My turn." (THANK GOD!)

Pinster pulled out and let Trucker have his turn at my extremely frustrated tail. To remain in the stall and stay in the action, Pin had no choice but to straddle the tall toilet. He grabbed onto the wall bars and with Trucker's briefs still in his mouth, shoved his crotch in my face so that I could suck his thin dirty cock (my dirt, but his cock, so I had some issues to work out).

Trucker was smart to have Pinstripe work me over first. He wanted exactly what I thought he did: a deep thrusting, full throttled, no holding back cock assault on my cheap ass. He got it too.

Trucker prepped me by taking a few open palmed swings at my cheeks... just enough to get me fully boned and feeling dirty, then he pushed his cock just past my rim and fell forward with his entire body weight, forcing his meaty shaft into my gut and my mouth right down onto Pin's pin. Damn, that felt good (Trucker's cock, not Pin's).

I sucked off the backwash on Pinstripe's weiny and braced myself for Trucker's hip assault. Suddenly the sounds of his thighs crashing into mine echoed throughout the entire bathroom. None of us cared, but if anyone had come in, he would have known exactly what we were doing in that back stall at 5:30 in the morning. 911? Yeah, probably that too.

SchmackSchmackSchmackSchmackSchmackSchmackSchmackSchmack was all I could hear, but Trucker's rock hard meat wasn't just stroking my insides, it was bruising them. This man might be quiet, but his big red cock had an entire language all it's own.

Wanting a different angle, Trucker grabbed my pits and stood me up and lifted my right foot onto Pin's knee. He bent his legs and power fucked me from underneath with deep upward thrusts. I was impaled. I was still dangerously close to Pin, and he reached out and pulled hard on my nuts and then dropped his face onto my vibrating cock.

Pinstripe, ever the Sick Fuck, drew some sort of inspiration from all of this intense action, and without much warning he sat up tossed back his head and blew a thick load of creamy shit into the toilet. "AAAAAAAHHHHHH. Damn! Yeah... smell my stink you dirty assfuckers! SMELL IT!" (a STATE grad! That explained a lot.)

Damn... we did smell it, and I wanted to vomit all over his snobby face, but Trucker was about to blow a very different kind of load, and I really wanted to enjoy every fucking second of it.

Trucker was either very good at holding off, or he has a hard time with early morning sex, because that man would not let up. Ignoring Pin's disgusting outburst (or turned on by it maybe), he threw me against the side of the stall and leaned back on the other wall and with his hands digging into my hips pumped his meat into my shitter deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Now I was about to explode. Damn, this man could fuck.

"You. Grab my nuts. Pull on 'em." Pin reached around and grabbed Red's low hanging balls and helped that trucker squeeze out a thick spray of cream that shot from Red's cock like a cannon.

"AAAArrrrrggghhh!!" Trucker's low baritone boomed through the room as he popped one into me.

Red slowly pumped out every drop by grinding his hips roughly against the cheeks of my ass. When he was spent, he let his cock plop out of my hole as he buckled onto the floor, his head falling against the tiled wall with a sharp thud.

Sensing that Pin wanted something foul, I stayed where I was but aimed my freshly fucked ass in his direction. As he leaned forward for a sniff, I squeezed out Red's cum, which he quickly slurped up and swallowed.

"Sit on my cock man. Sit down and take another ride on my rocket. Let me blow one up your pussy you hot naked stud." I hesitated and prayed for an attendant to walk in.

"Sit on the man's cock. I'd like to watch." Trucker seemed to be the only gentleman in the room. He was very focused on making sure Pin had a good time and got a fair share of my ass. I didn't like him for that.

Since Pin had never flushed his shit, I did it for him, then backed up my ass and dropped it into his lap to let my still open hole envelope his dick. I was so far gone I hardly felt it, but I liked hearing Red grunt out those orders, and I liked that he wanted to watch another man sit on a toilet and use my asshole for a while. It was suddenly all very erotic and my cock answered by spitting out a thick stream of precum that bubbled down the shaft. Red noticed and reached up and took it on his finger and inserted it into his own mouth.

Pinstripe started to bounce up and down as he tried to drive his cock into my ass. He was having trouble, and my ass was too stretched at that point to offer much assistance. Trucker got up from the floor and stood in front of us. He ripped off his old brown t-shirt (the last piece of clothing he'd left on) and tossed it onto Pin's jacket. Gently gripping his cock with his hand, he pressed his hairy round gut into my face and opened up his bladder and fired a post-sex stream of hot piss onto my boner. He definitely knew what I liked.

Trucker then reached into the bowl and soaked his underpants in fresh piss again and stretched the soaking wet briefs across Pin's face. I'm glad I couldn't see it, because I know that I would have doubled over from laughter. Pin's carefully coiffed 'do was now awash with a thick coating of Red's funk, and the sensation blew his mind. His bouncing lap picked up speed, and his cock seemed to swell somewhat as it rubbed back and forth across my rim.

Trucker could see that my boner was starting to shrink, so he got down on his knees, reached between my legs, and pushed two fingers into my ass next to Pin's pulsating cock. With his other hand, he gripped the head of my rod and slowly twisted it as if the act itself would open up a corked bottle of exploding jizz... which it did.

As my cock shot a sharp strand of morning cum, Red dropped his head and caught it on his tongue and slowly gobbled up the spunk as he rubbed Pin's scrawny stick between his fingers just inside of my ass.

A few seconds later Pinstripe finally (!) cracked open a nut and unloaded it into my gut. Being the type of guy whose cock goes ultra sensitive at the time of orgasm, he pulled it from inside quickly and gasped for air as he tried to wiggle free from under me. Trucker left his fingers in my hole, and as Pin's jizz dripped backward, he collected it into his hand. When he finally pulled his hand from inside the bowl, his had a small circle of spunk in his palm. He sniffed it, and then lifted the soggy briefs from Pin's face and pushed it into his moronic mouth. Pin licked it clean between long, winded breaths... as if he were having a heart attack or something. Jeezus...

With Trucker and I relaxing on the floor and still very much naked, Pin pulled up his trousers and tucked his piss-soaked shirt into his pants and brushed his fingers through his black piss-soaked hair and then adjusted his (ruined) piss-soaked tie. He seemed suddenly embarrassed, but oddly satisfied.

"Gotta run, guys. Man. That was really really really great. Best Sex EVER! I have GOT to get home and change and get to the office. I really really want to do this again with you guys. Really. Wow. Great sex. Really."

"Before you leave... stick your head outside and see if anyone else is out there. I need to wash up before I dress and I'd like to use the sink." I hoped that these were the last words I would ever speak to this man.

"Me too," Red mumbled as he waved his hand at Pinstripe.

"Oh. Sure!" A few seconds later we heard Pin scream from the lot, "ALL CLEAR... BUT THE SUN IS UP!" He revved his engine and fled the scene.

Red opened up a little as we sat on the floor, uninterested in moving. "Nice ass, bud. You live nearby?"

"Half hour up the road maybe. I come here sometimes to hook up with the night attendant. Great cock. I missed him by about 10 minutes."

"This kinda stuff happen here a lot?"

"I guess. Joe says it gets pretty rockin' some nights. Mostly we just do stuff together though. We usually fuck out back or in his storage room."

"Uuh huh. I see." Red reached over and rubbed the soft shaft of my cock.

"Damn, I need to piss." It was simply a statement of fact, not an invitation for him to assist me. "I guess your bladder is empty, huh?"

He didn't answer, but he helped me up and stood me in front of the john and reached around and held my cock for me as I pissed into the bowl. I had a gut full. As it poured out, Red rubbed his crotch into my crack, cupped my sac within his palm, and bit gently into my neck. As the seconds passed, our cocks started to grow and Trucker's meat was once again tapping at my asshole.

He twisted my nipples as the last drops of piss dripped from my cock and then rubbed his bearded face over my back and neck. My dick shot up toward the ceiling, and I let myself fall back into his chest.

Red pulled us back and turned me around to face the open door of the stall. He pushed it shut, locked it, and pressed my naked chest into it, and then slowly lifted my hands to the top of the wall. He slipped on his old boots and then pressed up closed behind me, letting his rock hard cock push between my legs and into the back of my sac. He placed his hands on top of mine and held on tightly.

"Step up onto my boots. Steel toes. It's okay."

I did. Red lowered his hips and carefully aimed his cock at my ass and then quietly pushed it back inside of me. He gripped tightly with his hands on top of mine as we pushed our bodies together against the door. Biting into my neck, Red inched his thick trucker cock up into my chute as we slowly exhaled together. For the next twenty minutes Red pushed and pulled his bloated cock in and out of my ass ever so gently. He never said a word, and neither did I. At one point, a man came in, pissed, flushed, and left, but we never broke our rhythm or acknowledged him.

Finally, as the edging became almost too much to bear, I whispered, " I'm going to cum. When I do, push in deep, and hold it there. Don't pull out. Don't let go. Just fuck me 'til you're done. Just fuck me."

A few seconds later, a long flow of cum bubbled out and shot onto the door. I bit my lip and Red froze with his cock buried deep inside. I tightened my rim and tried hard to push him out, but he pressed his hips against mine and thrust his gut into my back and tried to hold me still. When he heard me breathing again, he starting fucking me faster and my ass squeezed hard on his cock... 6...5...4...3...2...1... Red exploded another load into my gut and whimpered affectionately into my ear, biting the lobe with his front teeth.

As we stood there together with our outstretched arms gripping onto the top of the wall, Red let his cock soften, and then he released a final stream of piss, which warmed my gut and gave me the feeling of having received a special gift from a secret admirer. He moaned into my neck as his bladder emptied into me. I think he'd been holding it back for a while... just for me.

"You like?"

"Very much. Thank you. Wish I could keep it there, but at some point that piss has got to come out. You might want to leave."

"Nah. I'm cool."

Red sat me on the john and stood in front of me and pushed his cock into my mouth. I sucked away the piss and cum and all of the juice my ass had left behind as a steaming enema poured from my gut into the toilet. He rubbed my head and shoulders as I relaxed my way through a pleasant piss dump just as the sun was streaming into the room from the upper windows above the stalls.

We were starting to hear cars and doors, so Red told me to dress quickly. He had a plan.

We slipped out of the bathroom and took a sharp left past my truck and headed for his white rig with the dairy animals painted on the side.

"Aged cheese." was all he said as he pushed me into his cab and climbed in behind me.

"What the hell are we doing?"

He wouldn't say, so we sat and smoked cigarettes until the rig was sufficiently warm and ready to go. Red drove a bit down the interstate as I drifted off with my head on his thigh, but was awakened as we exited and headed about five miles down a country highway. Red finally turned into an old 1970s style campground that I never knew existed.

He blew his horn at the Super's house as we drove by and parked next to the large bathhouse near a clearing at the front of the grounds. I was surprised that he was able to maneuver his truck into the place, much less know where it was.

"I stay here sometimes. It's homier than the stops. Better facilities. Costs more though."

Trucker Red reached into the back and snapped up his kit and a handful of towels and off we went. Having camped a lot as a kid, I knew bathhouses really well, so I was surprised at the shear size of this one, which had had a modern retrofitting recently. It was almost plush, not like the sterile showers they offer at the truck stops I frequent.

We were the only ones there, so Red picked a large shower stall, ushered me in, and closed the door behind us. Red planted a big deep kiss on my face as he unfastened my jeans and rubbed his hands into my naked crotch. Romantic old fucker, I thought, but I kissed him back and pushed my tongue into his mouth.

I looked around and marveled at a shower built for four men (practically), two heads, a large one that hung from the ceiling and one on the wall, and a toilet and sink right in the large shower stall. Don't know what the architect was thinking, but I assumed it was a botched attempt at a handicapped stall, or maybe he was a homo playing a sick joke on the unsuspecting straight world.

Red powered up the showerheads and in a moment the whole room was filled with thick hot steam and a lot of water spray. We left our clothes in a pile on the bench, and took our filthy naked bodied into Shower Central. I stood under the rain sprayer and Red sat on the toilet and emptied the rest of his gut as I played Gene Kelly, and then he joined me in the hot rain. Red soaped me up really well, washed my hair, and then worked three slick fingers into my tail as I bent over the damp sink just off to the side.

Red had finally decided that he wanted a taste of my ass, literally. Now clean as a whistle (almost), he slipped his massive tongue inside and face-fucked my hole as he knelt behind me under the rainmaker. He eventually stretched out on the warm wet floor and pulled me onto his face. The position gave his tongue maximum advantage, and he shoved it deep into my shitter and began stroking both his soapy cock and mine.

I took his hard pink slab of beef into my mouth as I pushed my ass into his face and let the whole thing slip into my throat as I bounced my head on top of it. Red seemed content to keep digging inside of me with his tongue. Periodically, I sat up and rubbed fresh liquid soap into Red's hairy belly and used my fingernails to massage him down in exchange for what he was doing to my asshole. Damn, that was a deep-throated tongue fucking. Damn.

Trucker and I stayed in that shower stall for almost an hour. I felt like a kid playing in a hot rain with a naked stranger. After much foreplay, Red finally put me on all fours in the center of the shower and let the rainmaker coat my back and the wall mounted sprayer splashed just over the top of my face. Red got on his knees behind me and slowly wet fucked me one long last time. I blew my last load of spunk into the drain, and Trucker left my ass holding a small sample of seed.

We sat outside on a picnic table, smoked, and drank coffee from an automated machine that sat in the front hallway of the bathhouse. After his second cigarette, Red popped the question (NO, not THAT question...).

"You free the next two weeks?"

"Ha. No. I'm afraid not. Work, bills, other commitments. You know, standard stuff. Why, what did you have in mind."

"A trip to Birmingham and back. You riding shotgun. Keepin' me comp'ny."

"I'd like nothing better, but I have to get back. Can you call me the next time you're in town or passing through? Maybe we can get a room or stay at my place."

"I can. It'll be a while. But I can. Won't remember me though, will ya?"

"Are you fuckin' kidding me??? Damn straight I will. I don't even know your name and I'm already thinking about waking up to that dingy red hair of yours and making biscuits for you. How's that for remembering?"

"What do you do anyway? For a livin' I mean?"

"Uh... well, I work at the local Gas-n-Haul mostly, part time at the bookstore. Stuff like that." I left off the part about hooking truckers and selling my ass.

"That it?"

"Whaddya me?"

"You seem smarter than that. ED-U-CA-TED... and you just sell gas and dirty movies? That's it?"

"Yeah. It's a recent alteration in my lifestyle. I'm scaling back on commitments. I don't like pressure. I hate stress."

"Uuh huh. You're name ain't Chris is it?" Trucker looked down at his feet, almost embarrassed by the probing question AND its sudden implication. Trucker took my silence to mean that I wasn't going to answer, so he finally put together his first full paragraph.

"Ten days ago, I was at that motel across from your work and had the flu, so I camped there 'til I could drive safely again. I heard someone pulling a party train of three or four dudes in the next room - Through the wall. Several hours of banging and screaming. Sounded like everybody was havin' a good one. Thought about joinin' in but I was pooped." (I did remember that night. I'll tell you about it one day.) "So the next afternoon I was walking around the lot and asked a guy about it and said it was probably Chris making himself some booty money. Told me about this hot white guy chargin' for ass and get'n dirty or whatever the guys wanted. Mostly black dudes from what I hear'd. He pointed you out as you drove off. Said you was worth the dough. You had on a cap that day, so I didn't make the connection when I saw you on the shitter this morning. I recognized that grey truck when we pulled out of the lot earlier. So I'm thinkin' it's you. You the same guy, right?"

"And if I were... you would...?"

"Aah man, it's cool. I buy whores sometimes. Not whores that look like you. I get it whenever I get th' chance. I ain't judgin'. I am kinda curious as to why you didn't say anything and why you give it away this morning to me and that guy in the suit. I'da walked you out to the truck and probably ripped off a few bills if you'd offered me a roll in the rig this morn. But that toilet thing was fun. Don't get many scenes like that one. Mister Suit probably had a thou pushed in his wallet but you didn't seem interested in his cash... or HIM for that matter."

Silence from me was all Red got as I slurped the last drop of coffee and lit a cigarette.

"It is you. I'm right, ain't I?"

"Yeah. It's me. I'm the dirty 'ho who sucks cock and sells his ass to truckers of ALL colors. You happy now? You have FOUND ME OUT. Busted!"

"Don't be that way, man. I ain't judgin', like I said. I was jist curious about things. I kinda like you, to be honest. You bein' a pro don't make much of a difference to me. Don't think I'd wanna marry one, but I like to watch too, so maybe."

I don't know why, but I felt this tremendous sense of shame. Not regret, just shame. He said he didn't care, and for all I knew, he was going to string me up and leave me for dead in a few minutes, but we made a connection... a very obscene one, but a connection nonetheless. I wanted him to be impressed, and maybe he was, but I still felt as if he needed me to be something other than what I had become.

"I figured if you're free for a while then maybe you might like to take a long ride to 'bama. Might be fun. I gotta small place there, ain't much but it's mine, and was gonna rest a little. We could get into a lot of trouble together. I don't take to people often, but you seem the friendly sort, so I jist figured... well, never mind. I guess it was a dumb idea. You got three jobs looks like, so I guess you'll need to hang around here. I didn't know you worked too."

"I'd love to. I really would, but I can't. I do want to see you again though. I do. If I give you a number will you call me and look me up?"

"Sure. Don't see why not. This road ain't always on my route, but lately I've been hittin' it more than normal. I'll be back through here in maybe six weeks or so."

"We can grab dinner, maybe. I'll show you around."

"Seein' the town ain't what I had in mind." Red grinned and jokingly squeezed his nuts.

"That too."

"I gotta pay for it next time? Now that I know the score?"

"No Red... you don't have to pay for anything. Promise."

"How'd you know my name's Red? Well, that's what I been called for a long time. Red."

"You're name really is Red? Damn. I've been calling you that in my mind all morning. I do that... invent names for people. Guess I got it right this time."

"Guess so. Real name's Rodnee. Rodnee Carlow. Spelled with 2 e's and no y, but my folks called me Rod or Roddy. Red's fine though. Red's fine. 48, by the way, I'm 48."

I didn't feel the need to provide Trucker Red / Rodnee Carlow with anything other than a phone number. He drove me back to the rest stop where we met, gave me a long deep kiss right in front of two aging grandparents, and then he was off, almost four hours behind schedule. I drove home, stripped down, and took a long and well deserved nap.

Okay, so chill. If you know me well, you know that I don't actually fall in love very easily, but you also know that I'm human and when someone shows a little tenderness, I can get mushy. Of course you also know that I'm not capable of monogamy, have no interest in it, and won't tolerate anyone trying to "save me." I think that's why Red hit a nerve. He was all of the above: rough, raw, ready 24/7, but still capable of both tolerance and genuine emotion. If I were to settle into something, then it would have to be with someone like him. This is just the first time I've ever written anything about the topic. I'm done for now, so let's move on.

I stayed locked up in my shabby apartment for a day or so, worked a shift at the Gas-n-Haul, and then headed off to the bookstore. I was pissed about the loss of Mo and Derrick (and the missing revenue) and was still worked up over the time I spent with Red. I hadn't blown a load in almost 36 hours and was feeling itchy... and dirtier than on most days.

It was late in the afternoon on a business day, but not post dinner hour, so the lot was mostly empty. Next door was Will's off-duty SUV, and by the front door was Benny's truck. I didn't see either one when I went into the back, so I assumed (correctly) that Benny was blowing Will. I crept around, ignored the rat-faced little man winking at me, and settled into booth four. Sitting on the other side of the wall was Will, naked from the waist down, watching a naughty nurses movie and chomping on a cigar. In his lap was Benny, sloppily bobbing his head up and down on Trooper Will's boner. Benny had his uncut cock out and was slowly stroking himself as Will concentrated on the flick. I couldn't watch that scene comfortably. I was jealous of their friendship (which was apparently lengthy), and I missed Red's cock and quiet fortitude.

I did watch for a few minutes, but soon split and headed out for the maintenance sheds located behind the new wing of the hospital. Construction was done (unfortunately), but stuff was still to be moved in. It was in that "in between stage." The maintenance sheds were an old collection of buildings and workshops the construction teams used to house their command center, supplies, break room, toilets, etc... On the back of building 3 (a makeshift lunchroom mostly for management types and skilled laborers) was a forgotten door that opened to a large bathroom with two toilets, a urinal, and an old working sink with a cracked mirror hanging over it. I had first stumbled on it one Sunday afternoon while looking for abandoned lumber for a bookshelf I needed. Inside, I had found two guys sitting on the two toilets having a jerk off contest or something. They were young, 17 or 18 maybe, so I puffed up and ran them off. I read the walls and sniffed around and concluded that this was a private hook-up space for a few of the crewmembers. I've wanted to go back ever since, but wasn't sure what I'd find when I did.

So there I was, parked in my old grey truck, sucking on a cigarette and a peppermint and wondering if my choice of an old jockstrap was authentic enough to please whomever might happen by. I hadn't seen anyone go in, but two guys had just left, so I assumed it was empty.

I walked into the room, which reeked of fresh piss and a faint smell of old shit, and looked around. Empty. The wall between the two toilets was gone, and they sat only two to three feet apart. A half roll of toilet paper sat on the floor between the two johns, sitting in a pool of old piss. The sink was dripping and a single light bulb was swinging from a cord above. Yep. Felt like home.

I pushed my jeans down to my ankles and my old jock to my knees and sat on the dirty toilet and rubbed up a nice boner. The only other thing I was wearing was an old black flannel shirt I'd picked up at a thrift shop. I unbuttoned it but left it on so as not to distract from my crotch.

Someone must have been watching, because a few minutes later a large Latino stomped in. Brawny, tall, and sporting a belt of tools used to lay carpet, he checked himself in the mirror then walked to other toilet and unzipped his work pants to free up his cock. I stared at his uncut dick and he stared at me.

"I don't think that one flushes anymore. You can piss in mine if you want." I thought that sounded like a good line. Right to the point, no?

Brawny Guy didn't move, he just turned his body slightly and shot out a load of piss onto my thigh then cut off his bladder. I rubbed it into my cock, licked my palm, and so he decided to join me. He fired the next load onto my neck, just below the chin and let it wash my chest and tits before dripping onto my cock and nuts. He cut off the flow again and stepped really close. He said nothing but I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth so that he could fill it with his brown cock and he let the rest fly into my throat and stomach. I cupped his balls and ran a finger along the sweaty flesh that led to his asshole. He seemed to like it because his cock started to beef up as his piss stream softened. When he finished his piss he pulled his cock out of mouth and slapped me lightly on the face with it a few times. This really pumped him up, so he pushed his thick boner back into my skull and wrapped his dirty hands around my head.

"Yu wanna fuck? Yu can take a big cock?" Brawny spoke with a heavy accent. Portuguese, maybe? Could be. I know Mexicans, and this guy wasn't a Mexican.

"Twenty dollars. You give me twenty dollars and you can put your cock in my ass. You got twenty dollars?"

"Twenty? Yes. I have. Yes."

I didn't bring any lube, but I had some hand lotion in my car and for whatever reason I had dropped the small bottle into my pants pocket. I reached down and retrieved it while he dug a 20 out of his back pocket.

"How? How do you want to fuck me?"

"Uh. I fuck you."

Okay, I guess it was going to be ladies choice for this one. I shoved the twenty into my boot for safekeeping and turned around. For effect, I dropped my shirt on the floor and popped the waistband of my jock, which was hovering on my thighs. I gave him the lotion bottle, turned around and bent over the toilet and filled my head with a big whiff of his piss. Brawny squirted a glob of it onto my hole and then another onto his brown cock and then shoved a finger in my asshole and twisted it around as he rubbed the lotion into his dick.

Just as he was about to push his uncut pole into my ass a heavy-set dark-skinned black guy came in and dropped his mouth in apparent shock just as I turned to see who was in the doorway. Brawny stepped back, trying to cover, but that was hard to do with a seven-inch rod covered in grease pushing at the backdoor of a naked white guy.

"Aaaah, man. I need to bust a gut bad. You two just gotta wait 'cause I have got to hit that can. Brawny didn't say anything, but I stood up and invited him in.

"It's cool. Come on in. We'll wait, unless you don't care."

He didn't seem to hear me. He just unfastened his belt and tried to push his pants down as he walked to the john. He took a good long look at the two of us and I could tell that he wasn't completely grossed out over the idea of two guys fucking. There were cleaner bathrooms around, so the fact that he chose to take a dump in this place told me that he was looking for action too. He started to sit on the other john, but Brawny waved him to ours muttering something about a flushing. He had actually believed me, I guess. The black guy straddled my toilet and started to sit, but I couldn't help but notice that his cock was a little hard at the sight of my naked ass. Like I said, I was feeling raunchier than unusual, and looking back, I'd say that I was trying to kill all thoughts of Red's tenderness, so all of this was like a drug or a second bottle of scotch. Kill the pain, I thought. Kill the pain.

"You got ten dollars?" I asked.

"Huh?" Black guy was still standing in a half squat trying to hide his boner.

"That guy just paid me twenty bucks to fuck my ass. That's what he was doing when you busted in. Fucking my ass. You give me ten bucks and I'll give you some head while you take a shit. But this guy gets to pick up where he left off, so he's gonna fuck me while I do it. Ten dollars. How about it?"

"Yeah. Go ahead. Sounds freaky, but yeah. You can suck my cock. Damn straight."

Before big black Fred (his work shirt had Fred on the pocket) sat on the can, I bent over and let him shove his fat black cock in my mouth. Sweaty and musty, I let up just long enough to tell him to feel free to piss when he took a shit, no extra charge.

"You got it, skank." He dropped his fat ass on the can and shit out a nasty load of runny black filth and shot a hot load of piss into my throat as he emptied his gut. It was vile. I won't lie. I wanted to vomit, but I just needed to think about his cock and get my mind off of Red, and it seemed to be working.

I shook my ass to signal that Brawny was missing out on his purchase and grabbed both of my cheeks and spread my ass wide so that he could see my greasy hole.

"Step up Estan. Shitty here needs a cock up his butt. You bought it, so get to it. I ain't gonna sit here and have all the fun by myself." So that was his name. Estan. They knew each other, apparently.

Estan found his mark and pushed his cock into my ass and didn't seem interested in a long slow ride. Maybe it was Fred. Who knows? Anyway, he started up and before long had his crotch banging hard against my ass as I continued to suck on Fred's meat with the smell of his shit wafting in the air.

I didn't feel very good about myself at that point. My ass felt great with Estan's cock tearing up my rim, and Fred's dick had a salty precum that gave my tongue a nice buzz, but I hated the motivation that had sent me to that bathroom. It was making me debase myself more than usual, and I actually felt as pathetic as these guys assumed I was. I started to stand up and leave, apologizing along the way, but I couldn't do that either. I was so low that I couldn't even quit what I never should have started.

"Ride him dirty Estan. Ride him baby. The freak train is on the track YEAH!" Fat Fred was grinding his hips into my face as the last of his gut shot out into the bowl. "Hmmm, good one. Damn. Suck it baby. Suck on that black stick. Yeah... you gonna get some spunk in both ends baby... uh huh... gonna fill yo' nasty holes good. Aaah Ahhha... Mmmm... Yeah, squeeze it out.... I'm got one... here it comes. Aaahaahahah... Here is CUMS!"

Fred could not cum too soon for me. He pushed my head hard with both hands as he shot his load into the piss pool that was already splashing around in my gut. I swallowed it all without even letting it hit my tongue and then stepped back, pushing Estan off balance a little as he tried to pick up the pace and blow one inside my cheap twenty-dollar ass.

Fred reached down and wiped his shit hole with that piss-soaked paper and flushed the john. Estan pushed forward, and I had to balance myself by catching the seat of the bowl.

"Ten bucks Shitty. Here's yo'r ten. Be seein' ya and you have a good one Estan." Fred tossed two five-dollar bills in the other tank and left without closing the door of the bathroom.

Estan was still banging my ass, but was breathing heavily and showing all signs of being on the verge. He started mumbling again, in Portuguese, and then pressed both of his palms into the small of my back and pushed down hard then powered his hips with a quick series of deep upward thrusts. Boom. Estan popped off a heavy load and shoved me forward, causing my face to almost hit the water in the bowl. That was nice, I thought. Pretty basic, but nice.

We took a minute and caught our breath. Estan pulled up his pants. I leaned against the wall with a cigarette and pulled my jock over my boner. I kicked off my boots to remove my jeans, and then put the boots back on. I liked the way I thought I looked, so I went with it: old jock, white sweat socks, black square toe ankle boots with a steal buckle. I don't know why I wanted to stay, but I was too lonely to go home and I liked the new surroundings. Besides, the smell of the place was intoxicating, and I hadn't cum yet.

"Piss, yes?" Estan wanted to piss again and thought enough of me to offer it. He walked to the toilet he'd just fucked me over and pulled out his cock.

Instead, I stood with my back to the tall dirty urinal on the wall and slowly slid down and let my ass sink into a puddle of piss that had collected in the clogged drain. I lifted my arms and grabbed onto the silver pipe that held the broken flusher and locked my fingers behind it. I think he understood.

As I positioned my asshole on the drain and got comfortably uncomfortable, Estan waved his limp cock and ambled over to the urinal. He shoved his dick in my mouth and dumped another load of piss, which I quickly swallowed, but he pulled out to hose down my face with a healthy dose, and then finished off by dousing the old jock that held my bloated boner.

"I call my friends. You do some more?"

"Yes. Call 'em. Get them down here. I'll be waiting and tell them to drink up before them come." Estan mumbled something in his phone that I couldn't understand. He lit a cigarette and paced. "Don't leave. They come."

"Tie me up, if you're worried. Go ahead. Tie me to the damn pipe."

Estan pulled a cell phone charger cord from his cargo pocket and knotted my wrists together behind the pipe. I could have probably freed myself at some point, but his knot was done well, and I was surprised that something so tight could still be comfortable and secure. I guess he'd had some Naval training back in his country, wherever that was.

Seven, maybe eight minutes later, three equally ethnic blokes wandered in and caught a glimpse of Estan's new toy tied to a urinal.

I felt trapped, but anxious for some more humiliation. These three looked up to the task. They chatted a little, but kept a studied expression all around. They weren't looking for fun, just some serious action, which I doubted that they'd seen in a while.

I won't bother with serious descriptions because it isn't important, and you probably don't care anyway. They were workman. Dusty, hardworking types who probably had wives but saw their fair share of man action on the side. Typically, they were the kind of men one sees in places such as this. Decent men don't use these types of rooms; they don't even know they exist. Guys who come in here to piss or take a shit are looking for other things as well, so I didn't really worry about them. Like Fat Fred, they knew the deal.

The first guy stepped up to the urinal and bent his knees as he pulled out his meat, uncut and dark brown, like Estan's. He grabbed my elbow and shot some piss into my hair then drew a line across my forehead with it and then dropped the rest of it in my lap. He aimed at my covered cock and squeezed to make it fly faster. Before he'd finished, a second guy muscled in beside him and already had his cock out. He nodded his head at me and opened his mouth to signal what he wanted. I did, and he used it for target practice. I couldn't swallow fast enough, and a cup full of his steamy piss poured down my chin and into the ceramic bin below, drenching my abdomen as it washed down my naked body. When his stream started to lighten, he washed out my exposed pits with the rest of his bladder. The warmth from these two pissers really relaxed me for some reason. I remember thinking how comfortable I felt at that moment... how loved. I know, weird, but there it is.

Estan was watching his cohorts from the side and grinning at the scene he'd set-up. I didn't know how big this carpet installing crew was, but these were clearly his buds, the ones he runs around with, gets drunk with, shares whores with. Estan was also sitting on the shitter with his pants around his ankles. I caught a whiff of his fresh shit, which had filled the room and mixed with the stale scent of old piss and the fresh stuff that was clinging to my flesh. I didn't feel raw enough at that point. I wanted to feel more. I needed to go lower.

"You speak English?" I said the second guy. He nodded, but only grinned. "Gimme a taste of your sweet asshole man. Back up here and let me lick your ass. Come on, stick your nasty ass in my face. You too, all of you. Line it up and let me eat some ass."

Second Guy pushed his jeans down around his ankles and stepped out of one leg and spun around and showed me a nice pair of round tan cheeks covered in a mat of black fur. He spread his butt with his hands and exposed a dark funky asshole, and before I could really admire it he had pushed it into my face. I inhaled his musk and wiped his ass with my tongue, shooting a glob of piss flavored spit right into his chute for traction. I slowly tongue fucked him as he grinded his ass into my face while his friends watched. The other two nameless fuckers decided to strip down for me. They dropped their jeans in a pile and took turns forcing my tongue up their shitters. I felt good. Raw. These guys were hot and dirty. More, man. More. I wanted more.

I looked over at Estan and he was busy wiping the shit from his asshole with the last of the old toilet paper. When he finished, he took off his pants and hung them from a nail on the wall, and he looked deadly serious. I think ol' Estan wanted some more, too. I looked out the one window the bathroom had and noticed that the sun had gone down, meaning the shift was over and everyone on the site was headed home to their wife's cooking. That explained Estan's sudden need to hang around: no wife.

He made his way to the urinal and slapped my dirty face with his cock a few more times (a bit of a trademark of his, I think) and pulled on his thick foreskin in a manner that only a dark European piece of scum can do. "You eat my ass now."

Estan turned and pushed his shit-stained plump piece of tail onto my face, twisted his hips, and dropped his hole over my tongue. A truly despicable experience. He managed to grab my skull and pulled it towards him as he settled in for a nice bath. Estan stepped forward and wiped his fingers into his hairy crack and sniffed them. Not satisfied, he leaned back again and had me give his shitter another wet tongue wipe.

So apparently Third Guy was curious about my tied up wrists. Was I being held captive? Yep, I was a prisoner of my own devices, but no one else's. With his beefy uncut pole swinging in the stale air, Estan untied my wrists and turned my ass to his friends. He then retied them as they had been before. He seemed to think that I would like this, or that his friends would. Either way, I was still a prisoner of sorts, and the four of them now had a fresh piece of ass to play with.

Third guy whipped out a long flabby cock and rubbed it on my chute then pissed a stream of fresh piss on my hole. He held it about a half inch from my crack, allowing for maximum spray, which coated my entire backside and made my ass feel warm and ready.

"Hey dude. No. Piss on my face. Get up here and wash off my face!" He complied and shot the last of his gut onto my face and washed away Estan's scent. "Somebody damn well better start fucking me. Which one of you boys wants to show me a good time? Come on, don't be shy. Rip me open."

I guess that was all the invite they needed. The three of them, and later Estan, all took a ride on my tail, and each one left my ass full of cum, which was leaking pretty heavily when those four were finished with me. When they left, Estan pulled two fifties from his wallet and tossed them on the floor next to the urinal. He took his cord with him too, and asked me if I'd me back tomorrow? Unfortunately not... but maybe in a couple of weeks, assuming this old shit can was still standing.

I sat in my worn out old jock on the floor with my shoulder pressed against the urinal as the cum leaked out of my ass thinking that it was time to go home. Instead of getting up to piss, I just let it go while I sat there and gave my jock and the dirty floor a fresh layer of urine. I was exhausted. Had there been a mattress in that place, I probably would have stayed around for the night.

A few minutes later, a black janitor came in with a mop and a bucket. Damn, someone cleans this place? Who knew?

"What the hell is you doing here?" he said as he dropped his bucket on the concrete.

"Getting my ass fucked. Can't you tell? Just made 130 bucks for it. My discount rate." This guy was big, but what was he going to do? At that point I didn't really give a shit. One day my smart mouth is going to get me killed. I'm well aware of it.

"I got one more round in me if you're interested you dirty black buck." I got on my hands and knees and aimed my ass his way, just waiting for him to call the cops. "Come over here and give my ass another round. Primo piece of white tail... all yours."

"Yeah, I'll fuck ya, you ol' mangy dog. I seen yo'r ass at the Jerry's Video. Didn't want none of my cock then, but I guess I's all that's left for ya now." I had no idea what he was talking about, but he wasn't particularly appealing, so I guess I had dissed him at some point. I felt bad, so now I could make it up to him.

Janitor got between my legs and slid his cock in my ass, giving me a nice long fuck, just like I wanted. He made up for his lack of physical presence with his thick black cock and a masterful stroke that was deep, patient, and methodic. When he was done, I sucked the cum of five men off his dirty old pole, gave his balls a fresh scrub, and let his stinking ass ride my face while I enjoyed a long jerk off session for the first time that afternoon. He said that I smelled like a "terlet," and so he poured a bucket of soapy mop water on me after I took a long greasy shit while watching him work. I said goodbye, dressed wet, and drove home. I left the janitor my 130 dollars for having to clean up the afternoon mess.

Sometimes I get nervous about the filth I ingest, so after finishing off half a cold pizza, I knocked back four glasses of whiskey and swallowed half a bottle of the pink stuff and retired to my couch for the night. Two phone calls followed. The first was from Mo and Derrick. They were headed up the interstate on Friday and wanted to party in the motel of my choice Friday night and all day Saturday. Fine... 1200 bucks minimum, maybe more depending on how long I stayed. They agreed. Later, Red called. The conversation, as of now, is still private, so I won't provide details, but he's coming through as well, but not for another month. We talked for two hours, and that's all I'll say.

Until next time...

CXG