Christian: The Highway Hooker

Christian: The Highway Hooker - Part 4 A Little Bit of Randomness

By: Christian Xavier Gartrip

(christianxgartrip@gmail.com)

Mo and Derrick finally made it out of Greenville and found their way home to High Point. Instead of settling in at auntie's place, they took a room at the local trucker dive and let me know that I could show up at 9pm Friday. I didn't know much about these two, so I made a few calls and here's what my sources told me:

Mo and Derrick haul furniture from High Point to parts unknown on their own rig, which also functions as their only home. They maintain a PO box and a basement efficiency at Mo's aunt's house, but they're on the road most days, so they don't really spend a lot of time there. High Point, for those who don't know, is the furniture capital of the world, or it was, until Vegas stole the sales market and China stole the manufacturing base. The assholes who run High Point never saw it coming, so the town is a little depressed right now, and the nearby town I live in breathlessly covers its demise in the local paper. Serves them right. Fortunately for HP, China doesn't do high-end production very well (yet), so if you buy a table for 199.95, you're getting it from China. If you buy one for 1999.95, you're getting it from North Carolina. Anyway, Mo and Derrick have contracts with all the Grande Dames of the furniture world, and they deliver special orders to all those prissy queens who own furniture "boutiques" up and down the east coast virtually non-stop. They have a nice gig, and little to no competition.

Mo and Derrick met in college. They were both recruited to play football for one of our esteemed traditionally black universities here in NC. Neither one made it to the opening game. During freshman orientation, they got into some serious trouble off campus and lost their scholarships the moment the coach saw the arrest reports. I won't say what it was (secret identities and all), but in today's world, they would have been told to run an extra 100 laps, and then they would have been celebrated in the campus paper. They're 52, so times have changed. With no money, they took jobs locally and ended up in trucking. They fell in love in college, but didn't do anything about it until they started hauling furniture about 18 years ago. That's another story for another day, and I'll need more details before I share it, but they've been together ever since.

The problem, and this is where I come in, is that they are both very serious tops, and each loves to fuck. It isn't exactly a match made in heaven. They've cheated on each other numerous times, sometimes with permission, and sometimes without. It never worked. After 10 years of mutual masturbation and a lot of blowjobs, they recently decided to give cheating another chance, but only if they do it together. What they'd really like is a permanent (monogamous) third whom they could share whenever they were in the mood. They've had no takers as of yet, so they've settled on me. We're buds. Better yet, they prefer white tail over black, and vice versa when it comes to cock. And they pay well, so it works.

Anyway, what I didn't know was what these two fuckers looked like. No one I knew could offer an accurate description. "Linebacker" was used a lot, as were words like butch, beefy, wicked, strong, and manly. So what, I thought. That could describe half the black dudes I've encountered lately, but it was all I could get. During my phone conversations with Mo, I was able to communicate what I would and wouldn't do. My reputation is "no limits," but I do have some, so I thought it best to get into the habit of discussing them. I told Mo that I would do pretty much whatever they wanted for as long as they wanted, with the exception of the following: animals, kids, drugs, blood, bruising, authentic weaponry, scat (meaning actually playing with it, etc...), and exposure to extreme cold (my dick gets really small and it's embarrassing). I also let it be known that I can tolerate a lot, but when I'm done, I'm done, so it's best not to push me any further. Mo got it, and said "no problem." I left it up to them to tell me what they wanted, but they were vague, so I didn't question it. I don't mean to imply that they had something bizarre in mind, I just wanted to tell you that these two were fairly uncommunicative with respect to their sexual proclivities. That's all.

Wanting to impress the two lovers, who seemed to be high rollers, I trimmed my upper pubes to about a half-inch in length, and then completely shaved my sac and asshole. This tends to make me look younger when I'm getting fucked, but I assumed that to black men, it would make me look even whiter. I know, stupid, and probably just an excuse to shave, but that's what I told myself at the time. I also took great care in the shower and treated myself to a really heavy enema and a thorough bath, what a friend of mine always calls a "sex-wash."

I showed up at 8:58 and met Mo at the door of their motel, room 204, the same motel I tend to spend a lot of nights in, but not the one I worked in a few months ago for a brief period. So Mo's a big guy. 1970's college linebackers were smaller than today's, and that was evident with Mo's height, about 6'1," but damn was he one beefy dude. Mo has coal black skin, the kind that says "no white ancestors in my tree," broad shoulders, a nice gut, thick thighs, and a full neck. His head was shaved, but he wore a fully cropped black beard with only a couple of grey hairs showing. He shook my hand, firmly, rubbed his gut, and literally pulled me in the door as he opened his mouth to greet me.

"Yo Chris. How's it goin' buddy? Man, we's sorry about the earlier bust, but that shit cain't be helped sometime. Hmmm Hmmm, you sure are a fine looking piece, just like they said. Cute Cute. Damn." All of this might sound kind of nelly, but believe me, it wasn't. Mo was butch, with a booming bass voice, a big smile, and a gregarious nature that might seem off-putting to you shy types... like he was running a con game or something. Anyway, Mo's gut was covered by a bright red t-shirt and a pair of jeans. The problem was that for all his considerable muscle, Mo's gut always seems to find its way under the shirt and over the top of his jeans. I couldn't wait to feel that thing on my ass.

Sitting on the bed was Derrick, the quieter one, but still a friendly guy. Derrick is also guarded about his identity. He thinks no one knows about their marriage, but the word's out with the gay truckers, whom they now screw with frequently, and the straight ones seem to have an idea about it as well. No one really cares, but Derrick believes that rabid homophobia permeates ever corner of the south (it doesn't), so he keeps a low profile. So Derrick's dressed in a sweatshirt and pair of baggie shorts. He's brawny as well, an inch taller maybe, and has dark coffee skin and a buzz cut with matching moustache. Derrick has a slightly smaller waistline, but he's a fuller looking man with a square jaw and matching square forehead. Big. For 51 or 52, they looked pretty damn good. They were, however, truckers, so make no mistake, they are men who work hard, smoke a lot, drink some, and relieve the stress of the road with a lot of heavy-duty sex. It's the only way to be.

Neither of these men looked particularly gay, but then again, most of the men I fuck these days don't seem very gay. I guess that's what makes our world so hidden, and so safe. Derrick got off the bed long enough to hand me a beer (cheap and bottled). Derrick joined me, but Mo was drinking rum and cokes... heavy on the rum, no ice. He sat back down on the edge of the bed, rubbed his cock through his shorts and chugged his fresh beer. They'd been drinking for a while. There were 6-8 empty beer cans sitting on the desk and an almost empty bottle of rum along with an assortment of other beverages and mixers. They liked to drink, clearly. A sporting event, something involving a ball, was playing loudly in the background.

"Get up here buddy and have a seat." This was Derrick, requesting my presence next to him on the bed. I started to move in his direction, but Mo placed a large thick hand on my shoulder and stopped me in my tracks.

"Maybe Chris should get a l'il more comfortable first, huh?" Mo wrapped his brawny arms around my chest and slipped his fingers into my jeans and scratched the freshly shaved flesh just above my cock.

"Got us a smoothy D. Got us a smoothy." (Mo usually refers to Derrick as "D") Mo pushed his groin and gut into my backside and with one hand unbuttoned my pants and slid the zipper down. He pushed my jeans to my thighs and exposed my nearly hairless crotch for his lover as he kissed my neck.

"Mmmm. That looks tasty. Nice little white-boy crotch. Mmmm. Step out of those pants and get over here. Like I said. Release the man, Mo. You'll get your turn." So this was going to be a tag-team event, huh?

As Mo continued pushing down my jeans, I pulled my sweatshirt over my head and stood naked in front of my two new clients (I had chosen to leave the underwear at home). Mo slapped my ass and I crawled on the bed and sat next to Derrick, who was leaning against the headboard. Derrick held his beer in one hand, rubbed my cock with the other, and never lost focus on the game playing on TV. Not long after, there was a break in play (you know, like halftime or something) and Derrick showed a heightened interest in me.

"Crawl up here baby and give me a kiss." I climbed onto Derrick's lap and let my semi-hard cock flop onto his stomach and rubbed my ass onto the silky shorts he was wearing. He squeezed my cheeks and pulled my face forward and pushed his tongue into my mouth. Mo wasn't moving. He just sat there on the small couch and let Derrick massage my ass and suck my face. I felt like a slutty coed entertaining a couple of star players after the big game. Derrick traced my hole with his pointer finger on one hand and gently pumped out a small bubble of precum from my cock by rubbing its head with his thumb. He slipped his finger into his mouth and savored the "pregame" my dick was offering.

"Bought you a toy, baby. Lift up for me." I lifted myself onto my knees and pulled my face out of his neck. Derrick reached behind his back and pulled a bright red dildo from under his pillow. It was one of those contraptions that's designed to look like a cock, complete with a ball sac. It also vibrated. Sweet, I thought. Derrick drew it across my lips. I opened my mouth and he inserted the tip and placed it on my tongue. "Need that grease, Mo... toss that can over here for me."

Mo tossed D a small tub of buttered flavored Crisco. Mmm. These guys didn't seem to be aware of the fact that a professional whore isn't typically someone who needs Crisco. A lot of spit or maybe a thin coat of KY would be all I needed to slip that thick piece of rubber into my asshole. No problem. But they had the checkbook, so Crisco it would be. Derrick lifted the lid and pushed the top half my new toy into the bucket of grease and twisted it around while I tried to keep an interested expression on my face.

Derrick pushed the greasy tip of the dildo into my ass, and as a thank you, I exhaled, smiled, and acted as if this were the greatest single moment my asshole had ever experienced. I slowly dropped back down into his lap and absorbed the lengthy rubber tube into my gut so that the plastic ball sac locked firmly into my crack. I must admit, it was a much better experience than I had expected. The sharp ridges around the head and shaft and the thick base really filled me up and rubbed all of the right spots. My cock became extremely stiff and pressed into D's stomach... like a sword.

"You like it, huh?" Derrick whispered.

"Oh yeah... damn."

"Hold on, there's more." Derrick used his left hand to flip the switch and a soft vibration began to emanate from the rubber phallus and pulse through my abdomen, rectum, and sac. Nice. Very nice.

Derrick pulled my stomach into his chest and pushed his long wet tongue into my mouth. Still fully clothed but clearly sporting major wood, Derrick massaged the cheeks of my ass with his large brown hands and slowly pushed the thick plastic cock still deeper into my hole.

"Squirm for me baby. Rub that pretty white cock into my pecs and really swish that ass around. Show Mo how much fun you're having with his beau." Derrick was still whispering, but with a tone that was direct and serious. I was the entertainment. Not just for Derrick, but for his lover as well, who was gently rubbing the head of his own cock through his pants as he watched his lover play tonsil games with a naked white whore on the other side of the room.

"I'm gonna lay you back baby, hold onto my neck."

I wrapped my arms around Derrick's thick dark neck and buried my head into his shoulder. He lifted his hips, rose up on the bed, and slowly dropped me onto my back as my legs found a place on his shoulders. The vibrating toy was still buried in my ass, and it was starting to have an effect on my lower extremities. My cock was rock hard, but my legs were starting to melt from the soft pulsations.

Derrick reached into the top drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a bottle or poppers, the old-style stuff I used to keep taped to my nose in the 80's while dancing the night away or while trying to get off with my cock up some sissy's ripe bottom. He opened the bottle and inhaled the aroma into his left nostril. He offered me his bottle, which was hard to enjoy considering my prone position, but I managed.

A cloud of haze quickly ripped through my head and for a second or two the entire room went black and fuzzy. Derrick's greasy palm gripped the base of my hard on as I squeezed my ass tightly around my vibrating chew toy.

With his other hand, D slowly worked the dildo in and out of my ass... in and out... back and forth, gently stretching me more and more.

"Grab your ankles, baby, and squeeze that pussy tight. I'll be right back." Derrick jumped off the bed and took off his sweatshirt to reveal his thick hairy gut, two pierced nipples, and a Japanese tattoo of unknown meaning on his left pec. He slipped out of his nylon shorts and a long slender black cock stood straight up and bounced up and down as he tugged on his sac. D's cock was very smooth... not a vein in sight, and topped with a dark black head. A ruffle of short black and white pubes encircled his package.

"Now roll over and get on your knees, doggie style, so I's can give you something bigger."

D slowly pulled the vibrator from my ecstatic rump and instead of slipping his cock into me, he tossed the red one on the floor and pulled a larger black one from the drawer next to the table. I felt a cold glob of goo hit my ass, and then the thick plastic phallus began to make its way into my chute. This one was not quite as long, but it was thicker, and I winced just a bit as he pushed it inside... ever so slowly, like a gentleman fucking a virgin nun.

"Give it to him D. Give it to him good." Mo had finally seen something worthy of a comment.

"Patience, Mo... Relax. Your time's comin'."

D popped my ass a few times, which made me squirm with memories of having been a slave not long ago, and then he pushed the last inches of the greasy plug into my ass. He then reached down and tugged on my sac while he pushed his index finger into my slick hole, stretching me open even more. Mmm. Damn, that felt good.

With my shitter now filled to capacity, and with Derrick trying to slip a second finger inside of me as well, Mo decided that his dick needed a bit of attention, so he dropped his jeans on the floor and climbed on the bed. He aimed his extremely black cock, dripping with precum, at my face and motioned for me to suck it. Gladly, I thought. Gladly.

Mo's cock was dark, as I said... even darker that his black skin. It was almost blue. It wasn't as long as I had imagined, and, like D's, it was slender. Unlike D, it wasn't very smooth. In fact, it had a gnarled appearance. It was covered in thick veins, was slightly crooked, and the head appeared porous. He had a long heavy sac that was covered in short curly black hair, and his pubes were solid black - no grey anywhere. Hanging above it was a thick beefy gut covered with a thin layer of sweat and not much else. Under the glistening black flesh was a layer of fat that covered an even thicker layer of heavy muscle that held the entire structure tightly in place as it pushed against my forehead.

I ran my tongue across the shaft of Mo's veiny black cock as he settled into the mattress. The pungent smell of fresh sweat drifted into my nostrils, and for a second I'd almost forgotten the slow assault D was giving my asshole. That changed when he finally managed to slip the full length of a second finger into my ass. Ouch, I thought. I suddenly felt as if I needed to take a really big shit, but I knew that what I was really feeling was D's black dildo and two, or maybe even three, of his long greasy fingers. Damn, I didn't know whether to push out or squeeze tight. What I did know was that Mo's cock desperately needed to be sucked, and sucked good, so I tried my best just to focus on that gnarly piece of flesh slipping in and out of my mouth.

And then it hit me. There I was, buck-naked and on all fours on a worn out mattress in a seedy motel room locked between two aging black strangers with one singular purpose: to fuck the shit out of their rented white whore - me. This was what I had become. This was why I had chucked my middle class sensibilities and respectability out of the window all those many months ago. This was why I lived in the slums, worked in a bookstore, and wore clothes from thrift shops. This was who I had become. And I loved it. I fucking loved it.

I opened my mouth wide and lifted my tongue off of Mo's ugly old dick to let these two fuckers know how I felt.

"Fuck my ass man. Shove that thing up in there and fuck me hard. DAMN, FUCK ME!"

"All right, baby... you just calm you's self down and relax. We gonna fuck you good soon enough. Relax, baby. Just relax." D almost laughed as he gently spoke to me, but I think he appreciated my point, and he took it as a compliment.

I felt D's finger slip out of my butt, but the plug stayed in place. He climbed on the bed and straddled my back like a jockey mounting a horse, but he didn't sit down (thank God). In fact, he was turned in the opposite direction and was only slightly bent at the knees.

"Eat me out Mo. Give me some tongue."

Mo pressed forward and Derrick backed his black ass into his lover's face. As Mo gave D's hole a nice wet tongue bath, D started fucking my asshole again with his dildo. He slowly inched it in and out of my ass, and at some point managed to work a couple of fingers back into it as well. He was really focused on putting things inside of me, everything, that is, but his cock.

This oddly shaped threesome remained precariously balanced atop the bed as each of us pleasured the other. At one point Mo slipped a bottle of poppers under my nose, resting it on the top of his cock. I sniffed from it heavily and a few seconds later slipped into whore's heaven as the room went black and my head went electric.

Mo's thick salty precum had finally started to pump out of his cock, and my tongue was now covered with a heavy layer of it. These two hadn't even fucked me yet, but we'd been screwing around for almost an hour, and every inch of my pale flesh was on fire.

Just as I was getting used to Mo's cock in my mouth, he pulled it out, and fell to the side and quickly stretched out on his back.

"Alright boy. Time to sit on my cock. Playtime's over." D didn't object, but he didn't bother to pull the plug out of my asshole as he lifted my torso and helped me find my way to Mo's lap. I spread my legs and straddle the large black man staring up at me with a large white grin and devilish eyes. I dropped onto his thighs and aimed my ass a bit back at D. Instinctively, he grabbed the end of the rubber tube stuck in my ass and slowly pulled it from me. I held my breath and hoped that a fat black rubber dildo was the only thing that slid out, which it was.

At that point, my asshole was already a little sore, which for me, is a little unusual. But now I had an empty shitter, and standing right in front of me was Mo's jet black rod, and I suddenly had this desperate need to drop my ass on top of it.

"Yeah, baby... sit on my ol' pole." Mo grabbed my cock (hard as a rock) and held on tight as I lowered myself onto his meat and let it slide into my gut. Damn, talk about a vacuum. It disappeared in less than a few seconds. As I twisted my ass onto his gnarled flesh, Mo's face tightened up as if he would cum just from the idea of having his cock in my ass. Such is the life of two married tops, I guess. Neither one ever gets any tail.

Mo hocked a heavy wad of snot into his palm and coated my dick with a thick coat of phlegm, which he slowly worked into my shaft. Good, I thought, that feels good.

As Mo was working my cock, D slipped in behind me and pressed his heavy frame into my back and wrapped his arms around my torso to twist my nipples. I could feel his hard pole pressed into my lower back and a bit of precum dripping from its tip.

D slid his long fingers down to the spot where Mo's cock was slowly sliding in and out my asshole. He traced the base of Mo's cock, and then gently pushed the tip of his index finger against the rim of my greasy asshole.

"You hungry for a little bit mo', boy? Mmh? Want some finger with that cock?"

"Uh... yeah, man. Try it. Go ahead and push it in. Slowly, ok?"

Derrick traced my rim until he found a weak spot and then pushed his finger into my rectum. I felt his knuckles slowly break past the edge of my shitter as it inched its way along Mo's shaft. Mo definitely got a charge out of his lover's finger brushing up against his cock. He pushed his tongue deep into my mouth and wrapped his massive arms around my torso and pulled me into his wide sweaty chest. What? Like I was going to get up and go somewhere?

Before I realized it, Derrick had managed to slide another oiled-up digit into my butt, and now he was stroking Mo's cock as it fucked my chute. Derrick paused long enough to position himself even closer to me. I could feel his rock hard cock against my left ass cheek and his hot breath on the back of my neck.

Derrick leaned in as tightly as he could and placed his mouth against my ear.

"Now I'm gonna fuck your nasty tail. Both of us, at the same time. Hold on baby, it might hurt, but you won't regret it. Promise... you gonna love this shit."

"Whoa. Uh, I dunno," I said, spitting Mo's black tongue out of my throat as I tried to sit up on Mo's wide lap.

"Naaah, baby. You said you's game for anything. You'd do what we want. THIS is what we want, now relax and enjoy it. I ain't gonna hurt you. Not much, anyway." Derrick laughed as he jerked his fingers out of my butt, which caused my asshole to belch from the sudden release of pressure.

I don't know if any of you have ever been double-fucked, but in all of my experiences, that was the one area into which I'd never really ventured. In truth, I had no idea what to expect, and I suddenly felt the need to leave. I liked the idea in theory, but the reality was that I wanted out... and fast.

"Whoa, baby... you sit tight. We knows what we're doin'." Moe was speaking out in favor of the double-dip. He kept me pulled tightly against his chest as his lover plunged his right hand into a tub of grease.

Oh all right, I thought. Clearly these two weren't about to let me go, and I lacked the strength to fight them, so I gave it my best shot. A few seconds later I felt a couple of D's fingers pushing tightly against the rim of my ass (which still contained Moe's gnarly old pole) and then slide in and out of me.

He pressed the head of his cock against the base of Moe's dick and let his last finger slide out of my ass and quickly replaced it with the head of his hard dick. I felt my sphincter stretch like it never had before and the pain ripped through my bowels like a bolt of electricity as he pushed it ever so slightly into me.

"That's it baby. Relax. Push out, boy. Push on it. Do it like you're gonna shit a big one."

I did like he commanded, and as I pushed back against the two cocks, D drove his slowly inside, rubbing tightly against Mo's pole and my rectal walls.

Both men exhaled the most pleasure-filled moan I'd heard in weeks. This really was painfully uncomfortable. I tried to relax by picturing myself spread eagle on a filthy concrete floor in a public urinal with an anonymous cock up my ass and a stream of hot cop piss spraying across my face, but all that did was pump up my own cock, which had the added side-effect of tightening my sac and sphincter even more. Jeezus Christ.

I buried my face into Mo's neck and raised my hips high in the air to encourage D to pump it as fast as he could, cum, and then get the hell out of me. It didn't really work out that way. D wanted a slow greasy ride, and he got one. For what seemed like hours (ok, 15 minutes or so), D and Mo rubbed their boners together like two mating snakes as the rim of my asshole gradually went numb from the pain.

Finally, Mo seemed ready to let loose his load. D tried to slow him down, but Mo was too close and within a second or two of tightening up, he blew a thick wad of jizz into my hole, which fortunately triggered an eruption from D at about the same time. I don't often feel an actual orgasm hitting the interior walls, but I did feel one of them as it hit with a thud against the inside of my shitter. I'll admit, I got off on that part of the experience.

D collapsed against my back and sandwiched me between him and Mo. Neither tried to pull their softening cocks from my hole too quickly, which was a very good thing, but eventually D's meat slipped out and Mo's quickly followed. I had temporarily lost all sensation back there, so I had no idea what my asshole might have looked like, but I didn't smell anything foul, so I felt safe to just lie there and enjoy the pleasure of an empty rectum.

Of course, I was sporting one hell of a boner, and I desperately wanted to cum, so I squirmed a little and Derrick took the hint and rolled off of me. I did the same, and stretched out on my back next to Mo and grabbed my cock. D wanted to help so I dropped my fist and accepted an oily handjob from the nice black man while his lover tweaked my left nipple and pushed his tongue into my ear.

It didn't take long for me to pop a thick nut all over my chest. What surprised me was how quickly D dove in and licked up every fucking drop of it. Clearly, D was a man who loved cum.

"I hate to bust up the little party of sweat and naked flesh, and you two were amazing, but I gotta tell you, I reaaaally need to get off this bed and take one hell of a big shit. Not to be gross, but what you two just did to my ass is making my gut do all sorts of junk, and I need to hit the can. Quickly."

"Nah man, no need to 'poligize... you go to it. Close the door though. I ain't into sniffing shit and all that. We cool, though. You go on." D practically pushed me off the bed.

I squeezed my cheeks together, rolled off the bed, grabbed my kit, and quickly made my way to the john, slamming the door behind me. Not wanting to upset anyone, I flipped on the fan and cranked up the shower before plopping my dripping ass onto the bowl. For the next few minutes, I just sat back and let a thick mixture of lube, cum, and sewage flow out of my shitter and into the old but functional toilet. Damn, that felt really good.

Once I had evacuated everything I had, I pulled out a small douche bulb, filled it up with the bath water, and then treated myself to several warm soapy enemas followed by a long hot shower.

When I finally stepped from the bathroom, still naked but with a towel around my neck and my shaved cock swinging in the stale air of their room, I found both men partially dressed and curled up on the bed deeply engaged in some sort of sporting event on the teevee. Ugh, but so typical. I was actually ready to go again. Well, maybe not go there again, but somewhere. They had other plans.

"So what's next guys? Maybe grab some pizza and beer, and later I'll take a squat on the john and let you guys hose me down with some of that hot piss I've been aching to get a taste of? How 'bout it?"

"Dude. I think we're done for a while. You was great and all, but we gotta head out tomorrow and Mo's tired and to be honest, that whole piss scene ain't my thing. So if you don't mind, just take your cash over there and get on home. We's gonna go to bed."

"Seriously? I thought this was a weekend thing. I thought I'd signed up for the full experience. I thought you guys were really up for turning it loose on me. I got a lot more in me if you want it."

"Naah, we cool. Get yo'r pants on and git on out. We done with it. Now go on."

At that point, I was a little relieved. I mean, I liked the guys, but neither one of them was all that well hung, and to be honest, I really wanted to get dirty with these two fuckers, but if it wasn't their thing, then there was really no point in hanging around begging for it. You can try, but if a guy isn't into piss, then he just isn't into piss. You know? So I dressed, grabbed the dough on the bureau, gave them a quick nod, and left. Not much more to tell really.

Just for the record, I have hooked up with them since. A couple of weeks ago, I was hanging out on the picnic table of a local rest area savoring the spunky aftertaste of an old black man's cum (and trying to decide whether to spend his 50 bucks on new shoes or new dildos) when I heard a horn in the trucker's lot. It was Mo and D climbing out their rig. They were back in town for a day and had stopped off to take a piss. We chatted for a few minutes and then I offered them some tail for the night. They weren't interested in a whole scene, but they took me up on it in the cab. I climbed in the front passenger seat and stripped down and greased up. Then each one took his turn sitting under me while I bounced up and down on their poles. It didn't take long and I think they enjoyed it (they gave me 100 dollars), but it let me know that they weren't still pissed off about the whole watersports thing. Anyway, they pulled out and I went back to the picnic table. I think I gave a few more blowjobs that morning before heading home for lunch.

So after leaving Mo and Derrick in their room and feeling a little cheated about the sudden cancellation of my well-planned weekend, I sat on the back of my truck, smoked a few cigarettes and hoped for a hot one to stroll by and make me an offer. None came. I saw a few hot guys and beefy truckers wandering around, but they were straight and I know when I'm not wanted, so I hit the road with 750 dollars worth of fifties tucked under the front seat of my old grey pick-up.

Clean, stretched, and with a empty set of nuts, I thought about heading home, but I the smell of the interstate and the raw scent of the truck stop / motel I'd just left was making my heart race and home just didn't seem like the right place to be, so I hit the road. Getting fucked up the ass didn't seem like an option, and I wasn't in the mood to blow a string of old-timers at their favorite haunts, so I headed to the other side of town in search of a few dark places that on occasion had offered me some unique treats. Okay, so I went looking for a dirty urinal. What of it?

I landed in a little dive called Archdale, just outside of High Point. It's basically a low-end breeder suburb, but I knew of one particular spot that had a reputation for weekend man-on-man stuff. Basically, it's a public park that the public no longer spends much time in. The bathroom facilities are mostly abandoned and the water's been turned off, so the toilets don't even flush. That wasn't my destination. It was woods behind the abandoned shithouse that interested me, and since it was a warm night, I knew that there would be extended action and plenty to do and see. I could just feel it.

I pulled into the warehouse across the street and parked near a slew of other cars owned by the guys who work in the warehouse (so as not to tagged by the cops) and then quickly crossed the street, making my way to the back of the park. Standing in the doorway of the shithouse was an old grey headed coot with his dick out. He was trying to rub up a boner but wasn't having much luck from what I could see of it. He looked my way, but I wasn't interested and he didn't seem the type to offer any financial incentive, so I kept moving.

I went to back of the old brick building and found a white guy bent over an old barrel with his jeans around his ankles. He was getting his ass eaten by a young black guy with a white tank and a pair of red basketball shorts. They didn't stop, but the white guy did look over and at me when I came into view. He gave me his best "ain't I trashy" look, which I thought was kind of funny.

I leaned against the wall and took out a cigarette and watched the show. I knew that they were not the only folks out here, so I figured I'd just wait there until something else presented itself.

After about ten minutes of ass-munching, the white guy blew a small noisy load onto the rusty barrel as he twisted his hips into the black man's face for some final tongue fucking. As soon as he was done, he turned around and dropped down to his knees and pressed his back against the jizz stains he'd just shot, and let the black man put his cock in his mouth. These two seemed to be quite good at non-verbal communications, so clearly they were regulars. The young black guy had a long thick pole with a fat head and the chunky white man just could not get that thing in his mouth fast enough for either of them. What a waste, I thought. That cock was made for a white tail, not some guy's throat. What a waste.

Mr black man didn't hold back when it came to face-fucking. He really gave that man's throat a heavy pounding, and the white guy seemed to enjoy it. He shot a quick load and his partner gobbled it up and then the two of them sort of fell into the moist grass to catch their collective breaths. The whole scene took less than 15 minutes but it was certainly enough to send a strong flow of blood into my cock, and suddenly I was ready to go. I kicked off my boots and shirt, which didn't seem to earn me much attention from my two mates, but when I stepped out of my jeans and let the warm night air wash over my naked body, they suddenly took note. Apparently they weren't used to seeing a fully naked man standing around in this particular park.

"So how 'bout it boys? Either of you studs wanna take a piss?"

"Hell yeah. I got yo'r piss right here." The black man stood and let his shorts fall back down around his ankles as he grabbed his softened cock. "Come on over. Whatcha waitin' fo'?"

I walked over to where they were (about 15 ft from where I was) and dropped down on my knees in front of his black watering hose. Damn, that thing looked good. He wasn't much of a looker in the face (gold tooth, bad skin, scrawny beard), but his cock was a solid 10 and his crotch reeked of day old sweat.

I opened my mouth and the black man released a hot stream of foul smelling liquid that shot hard against the back of my throat and sprayed out onto my lips and teeth. "Nasty fucker. You like that piss, huh? Yeah. You is one nasty ol' fucker. Drink it up slut. Drink it up."

The white guy didn't seem to know what the hell to do. This was not his normal gig, but I could tell that he was intrigued because he reached down and grabbed my hard cock and rubbed his thumb across its head as the black man's excess piss dripped down my chin and onto my chest.

"Now you. Come on, get up off the dirt and let me have whatever you got. Hurry, we ain't got all night."

He didn't say anything, but he did stand up and give me what I wanted. I leaned back and closed my eyes and let him spray his hot stream all over my face and chest and crotch.

"Yeah, bathe me with it man. Hose me down. Yeah that's it. Now shove your cock in my mouth and let my suck out the last of it." He leaned in and gave me about half a cup of warm piss, which I swallowed quickly, like a frat boy finishing off the last of a six-pack.

When he pulled his cock out of my mouth I looked over and noticed that the old coot from the front of the building was standing nearby and he had finally managed the achieve that hard on he'd been shooting for earlier.

"How 'bout it old man. You want to dump a load on me somewhere? I'm taking anybody and everybody."

"How about you let me fuck your ass? You up for that?"

"No. Definitely not, but I'll suck you off if you promise to wash off my tongue with a load of piss. How's that for a trade?"

"Yeah, that'll do."

"Step out of those jeans and get on over here. FUCK MY MOUTH YOU OLD BASTARD."

The old geezer, realizing he's just won the lottery, shoved his old grey dick down my throat as I slide my hands under his tattered shirt and tweak his nipples. For an old guy, he had a relatively nice slab of cock, but it was dripping precum all over my tongue, so I knew it wouldn't take long for him to blow. As I gave his chest a quick rub down, he grabbed the back of my neck and pumped his hips into my skull as if this might be the last sex act of his long boring life.

I heard the chunky white guy scurry away and head home while grandpa was giving me his best 'what for.' The black man with the nice pecker disappeared into the woods, leaving me with the old man. I was naked and still dripping with piss so I glanced off to the right to make sure that my clothes were still piled against the old brick wall and then went back to work on the aging cock I'd agreed to suck off.

I felt a small splatter of cum streak across my tongue, bitter and a little thin, and then the old guy exhaled what I thought was his last gasp of air. That was it? That's all this guy was carrying? Well, for a guy who looked like he might be 80, I guess it was good that he could get it up at all.

I swallowed what he left and then fell onto the ground and spit a wad of snot into my palm and started pulling on my own dick. I looked up at the guy with my best pornstar stare to gage his reaction.

"Hose my down old man. Shoot some piss on my face. Okay?"

He didn't say anything (he was probably grossed out to be honest), but he shot a steamy stream of piss onto my chest, right between my nipples and then slowly let it creep down to my crotch before the flow finally stopped.

"Oh yeah, man. Damn, that feels hot." I arched my back to let him know how much I approved and appreciated the gesture, then rolled around the thin grass and let the muddy soil work its way onto my flesh. I looked like a pig rolling around in shit, but I didn't care. It felt great and I wanted more.

"You ain't from around here, are you."

"Just up the road a piece. I've been back here before. You Archdale guys are hot."

"Well, you're kind of a freak. We don't get a lot of guys like you comin' round. Not at all."

"Well, I like strangers and strange places. Spread the word. Hey, what your name old man?"

"Neil. I just live up the road. You wanna come back for some coffee or something?"

"Uh, no, but thanks Neil. I think I'll just stay here for a while. Thanks though."

Neil mumbled something about not catching cold, tucked his old cock back into his pants, and then left me all alone and muddied up in a thin layer of piss and soil. A few seconds later the young black man in the white tank top came back from the woods with another black guy whose eyes popped out when he saw what was waiting for him. Good, I thought... some more action.

"Sees. I told ya some new freak was up here. You still takin' all comers white boy?"

"Bring it on, man. I was hoping you'd show up again, because I cannot get the thought of that cock of yours out of my head. Damn, that's a nice looking dick you got."

He stopped long enough to step out of his red shorts, which he tossed off to the side, but he kept on his high tops and white tank. His "friend" was an older man, black as soot, and dressed in blue work pants, work boots, and a grey t-shirt. He looked to be about 60 years old and about 40 pounds overweight.

"You know, I didn't come out here to get fucked, had enough of that for one night, but damn, if you're up for it, I'd love to let you ride my ass with that thing. You can bone me dry if you want to. Just be careful."

"You gonna take this thing without any lube? Right here?"

"Yeah man. But you'd better hurry or I might change my mind."

"Damn."

By the time he'd flipped me over and onto my hands and knees, he'd managed to regain the full length of his hard on. Beautiful, I thought. Fucking Beautiful. My ass wasn't sore anymore, but I could tell that it was still very loose from being double stuffed a few hours earlier, so I had every confidence that with a little spit, I'd be fine. The fat sooty guy stood by rubbing his crotch as the two of us took our positions in the newly formed puddle of piss.

Nate (he told me his name later) pushed the head of his cock past my sphincter and then added a second coat of spit, which he shot directly onto his pole as it disappeared into my hungry bruised shitter.

"Aaaah, yeah man. AAAHAHHHAHAHAH. DAMN!!! Fuck the shit out of me man. Come on and really rip into me. Damn. SHOVE THAT SUCKER IN DEEP. FUCK ME!!!"

And, Damn. Did he ever. Nate had a sharp rhythm some mean hip action, and even though we were doing this without any actual lube, he didn't bother holding back. He rammed that long muscular pole into my ass and crashed his hips hard against my cheeks. He leaned forward and placed his dark hands on my shoulder blades and locked me into position and then pounded my chute with raw furry.

"Piss on him, Joey. It's what he likes."

"Yeah, Joey... drop down here and piss down my throat. Make it nasty."

Joey unzipped his trousers and pushed them down to his knees like a kid at a urinal and stood about three feet from my face. His large black gut poked out from beneath his t-shirt as he aimed his semi-soft cock at my head. A second later the moonlight glistened across a thick stream of golden piss as it shot onto my forehead and dripped down my face. I opened my mouth and Joey aimed his stream onto my tongue as he walked forward for better accuracy. I tried to hold steady, but Nate was ripping into my ass hard, so it was difficult to catch the entire flow, but I managed to suck up about half of what he shot.

"Damn, you got a loose ass. You likin' this whiteboy? You likin' a quick gang bang n the woods with the brotha's? HUH!? Say it faggot... say it LOUD."

"FUCK ME MAN!!! Yeah.... Come on and FUCK MY ASS GOOD. DAMNNT! HARDER!"

Just as I let the words fly out of my mouth, Joey shoved his now hard cock inside of it, which, if nothing else, kept me from screaming out something racial that I might regret later. Nate started the trash talking, but I knew that I might take it too far, and I didn't want to risk a real beating for trying to be too raunchy in some misguided attempt at sounding cool.

So I sucked heavily on Joey's bloated meat and tried to hold still as Nate ripped open my entire lower intestine with his motorized assault. I realized then that this probably wasn't the wisest move on my part, but I was so high on sex and piss that I really didn't care what damage he might do back there. Such is the fate of a sex addict, I guess.

Nate's passion for my asshole resulted in a noisy explosion of seed as he fell onto my back, knocking me onto my chest and jerking Joey's cock out of my mouth. I felt a sudden pain as he ripped his cock from my ass, but I didn't hesitate to motion for Joey to fill me up as quickly as he could get it inside of me.

"Make it a good one Joey... Really show me what you got. Make me your bitch, man... make me your fucking bitch."

"Okay, bitch. Roll over and grab yo' ankles."

Joey had a smaller somewhat fat cock, so being on my back might not have been the best position, but it was what he wanted, and I liked the idea of looking up and seeing a repulsive looking fat guy banging my ass. Sights like that make me feel pretty low, and low is what I was craving, so I gave him the position he demanded.

Joey took his time. He stripped down from the waist and tossed his pants and dirty white underwear onto the grass. His plump little boner stuck straight out and showed little movement, but my ass was hungry for it and my heart started to skip when he pressed his fat clumsy body against the back of my thighs. His grey t-shirt was stretched tight across his gut and it was now soaked in sweat. His dark face was almost invisible in the night sky, but I could discern enough to know that he wasn't much in the looks department. Damn, I really wanted this man's cock.

Joey hocked a wad onto his open palm and pressed it onto the outside of my asshole then quickly pushed his heavy cock head into my shitter. I hardly felt it to be honest, but the thought of it creeping into my gut caused my cock to shoot out a steady flow of precum.

"Yeah. Fuck me good Joey. Wear my pussy out. Fucking GUT ME MAN. GUT MY ASS."

"Damn. Bitch knows what she wants." This was Nate. Still very much intrigued with the entire "tail of a white whore" thing that he'd stumbled onto.

Unlike Nate, Joey was in no hurry. He wanted to enjoy this one. I suspect he didn't get a lot of opportunity to fuck white ass in the woods, so he was going to make it last. I tried to get him to speed up, but he wanted to take it nice and slow.

"Drop down here and let my suck my ass off your cock. Come on man, feed me that shitty cock."

Nate looked surprised, but he dropped down next to me and let his cock slide down my throat. I had just washed up a few hours earlier, so nothing particularly vile was lurking, but he'd not bathed in awhile, so the funk of his crotch was extremely intoxicating to a piece of trash like myself.

I sucked long and hard on Nate's pole, massaged his sweaty sac, and let the foul aroma of his groin drift into my nostrils. After a few minutes of oral stimulation and the visuals of a fat black man raping my ass, Nate's cock started to bloat again, which told me that he might be ready for some more ass.

I spit his cock out of my mouth and looked up at his scrawny face.

"Sit on my face man. Let me clean out your asshole."

"Man, you might not wanna do that. I took a big shit after dinner. Ain't showered or nothing" (that part I already knew).

"Perfect. Sit on my face and give me a taste of that stinkin' hole. I'll clean you up good."

Nate looked unsure but his cock was rock hard, and suddenly Joey felt the need to drive into me a little more rapidly. Nate lifted his tank over his head and let it ride on the back of his neck, like the true hoodlum he probably wanted to be. He looked fierce and I knew that his ass was going to be rank, but I was so hungry for it. He couldn't move fast enough.

Nate spread his black cheeks and dropped his ass on my tongue and gave me a heavy taste of a truly disgusting shithole. I loved it. I almost shot my entire load just from the first whiff of his stink. I shoved my tongue so far up his tailpipe that I think he thought it was my finger. This move really got him going, so he pushed his backside hard against my skull and really gave my tongue total access to the inside of his bowels. Whoa, I thought. This was almost too much, even for me... but good God, my cock was so fucking tight! Please God, I thought. DO NOT LET ME CUM!

"Aaaaah..... Aaaaaaah..... AAAAAAHHHHHH!" Nope, not me. Joey had finally seen fit to drop a load up my ass. I was so into Nate's hole that I'd almost forgotten that Joey was banging away on the rear end. Nate paused his grinding motion just long enough to let Joey explode into my gut then quickly returned to riding my tongue. I felt Joey's cock plop from my ass and heard him as he slowly lifted himself onto his feet, slamming my legs onto the grass. He stood there for a few seconds then unleashed a small load of post-orgasm piss onto my cock and balls, which I very much appreciated.

Nate's hard cock was riding dirty on my forehead and I kept thinking, damn, fuck me again man. Fuck me again. Nate seemed to share my thoughts. He rose up and balanced himself on his knees. He looked down at my stained face told me what was next.

"Time to fuck. Damn if I ain't got a stiff one all over again and I'm thinking you need some more cock. Now roll over bitch 'cause I's gonna dry hump you into a coma."

No spit, no lube... Just Nate's long thick cock and my extremely abused asshole. Round Two. On my knees and with Joey's dirty cock in my mouth (it's a service I provide to anyone who fucks me) Nate rode me like a master jockey breaking in a wild stallion. Furious, brutal, and brilliant, Nate slammed his long hot rod into my guts with enormous speed and power. He was relentless and I was beyond numb from the experience. Fearful that I might actually bite into his meat, Joey pulled himself from my mouth and stepped back to enjoy the sight of the masterful Nate rip wide and deep into my tired shithole.

It really was one hell of a rough ride.

Not content to pop a nut into my rectum, Nate pulled out just as he was about to blow and shot his last load onto the back of my sac. With one hand, he rubbed it in and reached around and coated my bloated cock with athin layer of hot jizz. I'm still not sure why he felt the need to finish me off in this way, but I kind of liked it and having his cum dry onto my flesh was a nice added benefit.

Nate fell back onto the grass laughing at himself and at the thought of what we must have looked like, and I collapsed onto the grass trying not to have a heart attack or an explosion of rectal gas from his deep plunging of my chute.

A few minutes later I heard Nate and Joey wander off. I assumed that they were done and headed home, which is exactly where I should have been going. The problem was that I was covered in mud and dried piss. I also had an asshole that was now permanently altered (I thought) and a rock hard boner that I just couldn't quite convince myself to touch. I wanted a little bit more.

I looked around and realized that I was alone, so I stood up, stretched, and took a long hard piss onto the grass (I can piss with a hard on, but it's not an easy task). Still naked, and not feeling the need to dress, I wandered away from the safety of the clearing and headed down the path and into the woods. I figured that someone had to be left out there. At that point, anyone would have been preferable to going home.

I walked about 100 ft into the darkness and stumbled upon three balding white men. Old guys, I thought. Just what I needed. Actually, as I got closer, I realized that they weren't that old, or that bald. They were just shaved. What I'd found was a rough-and-tumble threesome of gay skinheads, each about 40 years of age. Okay, so maybe they weren't authentic skinheads (who knows, really?), but they looked the part and they seemed more than intrigued with me.

"Hey guys. Want some company?" I looked frightful, I'm certain, but it was dark and for all I knew, these guys were not that different from me, so I didn't really feel that there was anything to be scared of.

"Damn, Lee. Look what we got here. A naked stranger with cocksucker written all over him." The unnamed speaker walked quickly in my direction, grabbed my arm and gave my naked ass a hard slap as he pulled me towards him.

"Suck - My - Cock you filthy whore. NOW!" Well that didn't take long.

Not as scared as he thought I should be, I dropped to my knees and placed my hands behind my neck like a prisoner of war and looked him straight in the eye.

"Piss down my throat and my ass is yours for the night... your buddies too. Whatever you want."

"We'll see about that, faggot." Nick (that's the name the others called him) locked his hands onto my wrists and held them in place. His oily jeans and old jock were already hanging down around his thighs when I walked up, so he pushed his crotch in my direction and shoved his cock down my throat. A second or two later a warm stream of beer piss washed over my tongue and down into my gut. It tasted thick and rich, with a heady aroma that sent my cock straight up against my stomach. Nick was wearing a thick silver cock ring that was mostly buried beneath a full black bush of wiry pubes and a rawhide strap cinched tightly around his low hanging ball sac. He was pretty hardcore.

Nick relaxed as he emptied his bladder into my stomach. When he was done he started slowly skull fucking me until a full hard on was making its way across my lips. I didn't spill a single drop. When his was sufficiently boned up, Nick pushed my head into the dirt and dropped his boot on the back of my neck.

"Hose him down boys. Then we'll have some fun."

The boys, Lee and Dan, gave my backside a nice hot shower of steaming piss, which washed off the old dirt, but left me wet enough to collect a entirely fresh layer of earth and leaves. My neck was starting to hurt from Nick's boot, but I got the impression that he didn't really care, so I kept my mouth shut.

"Git him up against that tree. We'll tie him down in case he decides to run before we're done." Whoa. I gave up the slave trade a while back, so this didn't sound too good, but I was in no condition to fight off three skin heads, so I tried to relax and play along as if to imply that I was in on their little gag, just in case it really was a little gag.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a pair of shiny silver cuffs appeared, and before I knew it I was shackled around the trunk of a tree with my ass in the air and my head about three feet off the ground. My hands were tightly cuffed and one of the boys was already digging into my hole with his thumb. This was going to get rough, but I had already passed the point of negotiation. I was starting to regret my offer to be theirs for the night.

It was Lee. "Damn. Faggot's done been fucked at least once tonight. Look at this!" Lee was waving around a thumb that was coated in fresh cum, which he showed off then quickly wiped across my right ass cheek.

"You been fucked boy?"

"Yep, several times. Black guys, if you want specifics. Big brawny n-e-g-r-o-e-s. You got something to say about it?"

"Yeah, I got something to say about it." Nick slapped my ass with his open palm and pushed his crotch into my crack, allowing his boner to press against the back of my sac. "One of you boys give me your shorts."

The other guy, Dan, finally spoke up. Dan was the only one who was still fully dressed. Lee had been shirtless when I walked up and, of course, I already told you about Nick's naked crotch.

"Take mine. Shouldn't have worn any in the first place." Dan removed his jeans and boots and stepped out of his old white briefs and tossed them over to Nick.

"Squeeze it out faggot. Take a big shitty dump and let's see what you got in that faggot pussy."

Well, there wasn't much shit to speak of, but I did have a butt full of cum from Nate and Joey, so with a little effort, I let their backwash drip out of my sore hole. Nicked let it pour down my leg, then he wiped the entire load with Dan's old shorts and handed them to Lee.

"Stuff his mouth. Keep him quiet." Okay, I thought. One more step in the wrong direction. Just what the hell were these asswipes preparing?

"How 'bout a good whippin' to warm up that old tail of yours. Huh? Would you like some good ol' fashion whup-ass out here in the dark of night before we rape your shitty ass? Is that what you want, boy?"

Well, to be honest, NO, that was NOT what I wanted, but I still had the sense that these guys were barking a little louder than they could bite, so I nodded and popped my eyes open a bit as he spoke. I hoped it would signal a kind of love/hate thing with what he was suggesting. Honestly, this whole nazi scenario was kind of stupid from my perspective. I'm just lucky they weren't out to kill anyone.

Nick ripped his thick black belt from his jeans and swirled it over his head like a lasso. His buddies whooped it up as he did it, and then he landed it firmly against the softest part of my ass. "WHAAACK." Damn, that really did hurt, but it wasn't anything that I hadn't felt before.

Nick gave me five or six more lashings, then pushed the head of his cock against my shaking backside, grabbed my hips, and with one single motion, fell hard against my body and drove his cock deep into my gut. He was thick, and not as long as Nate had been, but it was the sheer force of it that almost knocked me over. It was a good thing that they had stuffed my mouth with a pair of old shorts, because I would have certainly screamed out and alerted someone to what was happening.

Nick fucked me like a man fucking a blow-up doll, void of any concern for me but desperate to cum as quickly as he could. After he finished, he turned me over to his mates, who each took their turn with a belt and then a cock. I was numb, but I enjoyed the scene. They were rough and were excellent at pushing the limit, but they seemed to know where the line was and none of them crossed it. When they were through with me, Dan unlocked the cuffs and let me fall onto the grass. I hugged the tree as I tried to catch my breath but my tormentors wanted to see me whack off.

"Let's get you lubed up." By lube, Nick meant another load of piss, which he casually dropped onto my cock. "Now rub it in and give us a show."

I leaned back against the tree and finally stroked myself to one hellacious orgasm, sending jizz far and wide, with a healthy dose of it landing on my jaw. The boys applauded, laughed, dressed, and left me to my own devices as they disappeared into the woods in the direction of the old brick shithouse. I was alone, desperate for sleep, and about as filthy as I'd been in weeks. My ass was nothing more than an open wound and cum was leaking from it so fast that it felt like I had the runs. I was spent. I drifted off to sleep and awoke just before dawn, freezing, covered in dried piss, mud, and with a raging headache. I needed to go home.

When I arrived back at the abandoned shitter, I found my clothes piled much as I had left them, but my wallet was on the grass and the 30 bucks I had stashed inside was missing. The license was still there, and I don't use credit cards anymore, so in hindsight I guess I got off lucky. I drove home in the dawn of the morning, grabbed a coffee at a drive-thru and chain-smoked until I walked into my seedy little apartment. After tucking my 750 dollars into the freezer, I slept the rest of the day and finally showered at about 4pm.

All in all, not a bad night. Until next time...

CXG.