In October 1996 I moved from Cincinnati, OH to Seattle, WA. I was looking for a new start in my life. I was bored with Cinti-it's a great city, really, but was growing more and more conservative, and at my age at the time (mid 20s) I wanted to explore life a little before I was too burdened down with responsibility.
I planned my route: I would drive to Louisville, KY; cross the river, drive through Indiana, then move on to Missouri, then proceed west, going through Kansas, Colorado, Wyoming, Utah, Nevada, Oregon and up to Washington state (these may be out of order, as I cannot recall the exact itinerary.)
Everything was pretty non-eventful for the first few days, until I got to Kansas. I entered the state from the south, driving through Russell (where Bob Dole is from), then jogging north to hook up with another state highway (my aim was to stay off of interstates as much as possible.)
I went north on highway 281 to hook up to the 36, and figured I would find a local motel (being young with no money, that's the way you travel!). It must have been early afternoon, and I was soon to discover that it was indeed my lucky day.
When I turned onto the 36 I saw a local rest stop-timely, as I really had to take a leak. Nothing glamorous, mind you-very dimly lit, two urinals, one stall to the side. As I was taking a leak I looked up and saw written on the wall
`Lonely, looking for action. Be here October xx (whatever day it was) at 6pm'
I had just found my dinner!
I found a local motel west on 36, and got myself unpacked. Took a shower, and made certain to clean myself extra well. At precisely 6:00 pm I returned to the rest stop to see a truck parked outside, and nervously made my way inside (looking back on the event now, this was totally stupid of me; it could have been a sting operation. But when you are young and horny you will take risks.)
I went to the urinal, and noticed that someone was inside the stall. Upon looking further I noticed some tell-tell shadows moving back and forth, and realised what it was: someone was inside beating off.
I opened the stall door and there he was: my dinner. A reddish/blonde haired man, probably mid 30's, totally dressed in rancher clothing (in my mind at the time, at least). He had a nice looking face: lean, wind-burned, nice cheek bones. But what caught my attention was what was casting the shadows: a very long dick. How long was it? I have no idea. But at least up until that time it was the biggest thing I had seen hanging between a man's legs, and I had seen more than a few penises by that point!
I was mesmerized by his cock, and could not resist reaching out to touch it. I gave it a few strokes and he spread his legs, moaning as he did so. In no time at all he raised himself up and put his cock to my mouth, just rubbing it against my lips. I knew this was one to savour, and I did not want it to be a quicky, so I invited him to follow me back to my motel room.
When we got to my room he wasted no time in chucking his clothes, and I got to see him naked for the first time. He was a tall man-about 6'2, lightly hairy across a fairly-well defined chest. He did not have washboard abs, but his stomach was firm enough. But of course, I love cock, and I had to take in the beauty of what he had to offer: chunky, long, uncut, with a nice fat mushroom head, the kind that is difficult to get in and really plops when it pulls out. And his cock was screaming for attention.
Now, I totally dig cock-I don't just suck it, I really get into it, really believe in making love to a cock, of doing it justice. The way I figure is that if I am lucky enough to be presented with a nice cock then I need to really make it memorable for the guy, so that's what I set out to do.
So here he is, pushing me down so I can suck on his schlong, but I don't want to suck on it yet-I want to feel its weight against my lips, against my face. I just rubbed the shaft all over with my lips, licking and slurping all around the head, but never letting it inside my mouth-guys tend to like this a lot, I've noticed. His balls were great as well-hanging pretty low, hairy, full-and they received my attention as well. My aim was to get him desperate for his cock to be in my mouth, for it to be leaking its juice all over my face. To make him really want it, to turn him from passively receiving a blow job to jumping into the driver's seat. And that is what happened.
After about five minutes of my attention, he must have gone over the edge, as it this point he said something like `Fuck this'. He pushed me onto the motel bed and straddled my chest, placed his cock head onto my lips, placed a finger inside of my mouth to open it up, and then he started to push it in. All the way. Of course, up until this point it was the largest dick I had ever sucked, and I was having trouble controlling the gag reflex. But hey, it must have felt great for him, as he just started pumping it in, longdicking my mouth. Occasionally he would pull out and have me work on his balls, but it was his dick that needed attention more than anything.
The guy was horny; that was not a question. I assumed he would not be able to last very long at the rate he was going, but he was able to maintain a good ten minutes of plunging in and out of my mouth. And then he promptly stopped.
`I'm going to fuck you.'
In a flash this rancher had pulled himself off my chest and lifted my legs up, basically pushing them completely over my head until my ass was high in the air, back arched (good thing I was limber back then -- my professor friend had seen to that!) With a mixture of my saliva, his spit and the gobs of cock drool coming off his cock, he was able to press his fat mushroom head against my ass and pop in. Now, this guy's cock head was pretty big, and when it finally did get past that magic ring it nearly took my breath away. But even more amazing was the feeling of him just pushing in, deeper and deeper and deeper, more than I had ever felt before. No easing it in slowly, no; just one long, steady push until in no time flat I felt his pubes against my skin. And then he was ready for business.
This guy had obviously not fucked in a long, long time, because he just became an animal! He was pulling out, slamming in, pulling out, slamming in, his balls slapping against me. And I remember that he was sweating a lot, his skin really glistening. I was becoming delirious from the sensations (even if it was not the most comfortable position), as his cock head was touching all of the right places-it was one of the most physically intense fuck sessions that I had ever had until that point-the kind that just sends waves of sensation down your spine and all over your body.
Rancher man kept it up for a long time. He was a quiet fellow, not saying a word at all during the entire time-the only sound was of our panting and of our bodies slapping against each other. I recall staring into his eyes-very grayish-blue, and I remember the feel of his arms and chest as I ran my hands over them. I started stroking myself, as I just couldn't resist it anymore. My cock was drooling all over my face anyway, and I had even dripped some into my mouth inadvertently.
A guy can only fuck like that for so long, regardless of what people say, and this guy was no exception. Eventually the pounding got faster and faster and faster, and suddenly he became vocal, screaming out moans of pure pleasure as he got his nut. And he gave his nut to me. He unloaded into my ass what must have been week's worth of cum, his cock just pulsing away. I have no idea how many shots must have been fired, but it was a lot - it started coming out of my ass, dripping onto the duvet, and he just kept going.
Meanwhile I was so over the top from his fucking that I shot my own load all over my face, and a lot in my mouth. I'd never been much into eating my own jizz, but there was no avoiding it this time-the way he had me bent over there was not much other place for it to go. And it was intense-the best high I probably ever had. My ass was as tender as could be, my body was experiencing waves of pleasure-so memorable.
Yes, he kept going for some time, draining every last ounce of goodness from his nuts into my ass. Finally he pulled out, slapping his dick against my bum, almost as though he were marking me or something. And I was finally able to let my shaking legs down. There was no way I could walk at that point-I just had to rest a bit, my body was just too sensitive.
He wiped himself on my shirt, and asked what time I'd be heading out the next morning. I told him something like 8am or so. Once he was dressed he told me would be by at 6:00, and maybe bring a buddy, that I should be ready, just leave the room unlocked. And he did show up the next morning with a friend, and they both pounded me until I was limp, but that is another story.
By the time I got back on the road I could barely sit in the car, my ass was so sore. But, he did give me a nice tip: I'd be driving through Nevada soon, and there was a cop friend of his that I should call in. And that is yet another story!
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