THE MAINTENANCE MAN AND THE TEAROOM by FURR
From the Super Stud BBS
I recently had an experience that was absolutely out of this world. I am a 21 year old guy, 6'2", 160 lbs., have a thick dark red-brown beard and an 8" cock. At my old high school, one of the maintenance men was drooled over constantly by the girls, whom he seemed to steadfastly ignore. He is about 24-25, 5'9" tall and powerfully muscled, shoulder length dark brown hair, and has the most handsome, thick coal-black beard I have ever seen. In addition to his beard, he has such a long, thick moustache he looks like he has no mouth! On top of all this, he shows a big bulge in the tight 501's he wears. One afternoon I was eyeing him at a local mall, despairing of ever getting the chance to enjoy his hunky, hairy body, that big dick and that fantastic beard.
Finally he came over to me, and told me that he and his lover wanted another bearded guy for a threesome, and he asked me if I was interested! I wasn't thrilled with the idea of having to share him with a woman, but I quickly said yes. I told him I was rather inexperienced, and if that would bother them, I wouldn't work out in their threesome. He explained that they enjoyed "breaking in" new people, so that was no problem. I told him that I would be free the next weekend, so that would be the perfect time. He agreed, and I gave him my phone number so we could set up the details Friday night.
That Friday, Randy called me (a word that's both description and name) and gave me directions to his apartment, told me what time to be there, etc. The next morning, I got to his place and knocked on the door. He answered the door wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of bikini briefs. He was even better looking nearly nude than clothed, with a well-muscled body and lots of black chest & body hair, not to mention a large bulge in his tiny briefs. At that moment, another man walked out of the bedroom completely nude. He was tall, had light brown hair with a darker beard, and lots of dark body hair covering his pecs and trailing down his rippled abdomen to his pubic bush. It was at that moment I noticed that my pants were rapidly getting too tight. They noticed that as well, and before I knew what was happening, all of us were on Randy's huge bed, nude, looking at each other in the ceiling mirror. Randy and David started kissing me alternately, the one who didn't have his tongue in my mouth occupying himself by licking my moustache or chewing on my beard. As they continued, they started slowly working their way down my body, not missing a spot with their tongues, beards or moustaches. Finally, they reached my crotch and Randy saw my engorged dick and said, "Now you're going to find out what beards are really for!" With that, he slurped my entire cock into his mouth.
His moustache tickled my shaft and his soft beard stroked my inner thighs, balls and ass as he moved. When he sensed that I was near to coming, he pulled my cock out of his throat and started sliding my cock through his beard. The sensation of that thick, soft beard caressing my dick and balls was just too much, and I shot a huge load all over his beard. He smiled as he rubbed my semen into his beard, and said, "Now you see why bearded men make the best cock suckers." After this we went into the living room where we had a rather belated "get-acquainted" chat.
We chatted awhile, and David told me that "Both Randy and I had been clean-shaven when we first moved in together, but one night about three years ago Randy brought home a heavily bearded logger, who showed us the joys of the bearded face. The next day, the razors and shaving cream hit the garbage can, and haven't returned since!" Seeing their full, long beards I could easily see it taking three years to grow such magnificent beards. As we talked, we all started to get hard again. David walked over to me and with no prelude slipped my cockhead under his moustache and started to lick the tip while he stroked the rest of the head with his moustache and beard. I flopped back and let David work his magic on my cock. Randy straddled my chest and started kissing me energetically while he rubbed his big, dripping cock through my chest hair, leaving trails of clear precum all over me. David started moving lower and lower, and wound up rimming my ass out good. His full moustache and heavy beard felt fantastic in my asscrack as his hot, talented tongue worked its way into my ass. After a while, David greased his cock and started slowly slipping his length into my tight hole. Randy hunched forward so that David could eat his ass while I sucked his big dick.
It wasn't too long before the two-end pleasure got to Randy, who pulled out of my mouth and unloaded hot jets of mancream all over my face. On seeing my face drenched with Randy's hot cum, David started fucking faster, and quickly came up my ass, then collapsed onto my chest. For my part, I was hard as a rock and wanting to get off. Randy had clearly noticed, because he got down on hands and knees, and looking back at me over his shoulder said "Give it to me hard, stud. I need it NOW!"
I reached for the lube, but Randy said "Just spit on it. I like to get fucked rough and hard."
"If you say so..." I rubbed a big glob of spit on my cock, leaned over Randy's back, and whispered, "Brace yourself, fucker!" as I shoved my cock into his tight asshole. He bucked and grunted loudly as I forced my way into his hairy butt. I moved up and put my hands on his shoulders, so I could pull him back onto my dick. His ass quickly loosened up, then clenched down on my cock as he tensed his muscles. David had moved around in front and was busily stuffing his cock down Randy's throat. I leaned back down and reached under Randy to run my hands down his heaving, sweaty torso to his dripping cock. I started jacking him off as I plunged deeper into his hot butt. Finally, I wrapped my arms around him, shoved my cock as deep as it would go, and pumped my load into his ass.
I pulled out and flopped down next to Randy, who stayed in his ass-up pose. David stopped fucking Randy's face, and quickly chowed down on Randy's butt. "One of David's favorite things in this world is a just-fucked ass to eat" Randy explained, while David slurped at his ass. I noticed David's cock standing up straight and hard, so I got my face in David's crotch and started sucking on his rock-hard piece.
Suddenly, Randy let go with a huge fart, right in David's face. I expected David to recoil; rather, he groaned, shoved his tongue yet deeper in Randy's slick hole, and filled my mouth with a load of hot cream! It was so unexpected that I could only swallow part of it; the rest ran down into my beard, and dripped onto my chest.
"Yeah, he loves butt!! It surprised me just as much as you when I first found out David likes to get take farts in the face. You found that out with a vengeance, didn't you!!" Randy said, as he rubbed David's cum into my beard.
"I think we should get cleaned up so we can go out like we planned" said David.
"Go out?" I said. "Randy didn't say anything about going out to me."
"Slipped my mind. We always go out and cruise some hot spots on Friday. We give some of the closeted rednecks around here a chance to get their nuts off with another guy. Lots of loggers, truckers, and other macho studs who don't care who's doing them, as long as they get off! If you don't want to go, I'm sure we can think of something else to do."
"No, I wanna go!! I never knew there were any places like that around here!! I'd love to go with you!" I said excitedly.
The two of them laughed. "Great!! Looks like this town has another cocksucker to help service all the hard dick around here!"
"There are that many guys looking for a quick suck around here??"
Randy laughed again. "ARE there!! And all of 'em aren't just looking for a blow... but you'll find that out later! Let's get cleaned up so we can go!"
The three of us piled into the oversized shower stall, and had fun soaping and shampooing each other. When we finished, we dried each other off. While I was bent over drying Randy's legs, I felt David's finger sliding up my ass. "What the...?"
"Just in case you run across a dude who insists on fucking you. Better to already have your butt lubed than to get fucked dry. Most of these guys aren't much on the fine points of buttfucking, like lube."
The three of us got dressed, David and Randy dressing very similarly to the way I was dressed: open neck shirts, and tight 501's with nothing underneath. We sprawled out in the living room and had a drink to relax before we left.
"Just remember, these aren't admitted gay guys we're going for here" Randy warned me. "If you try and get too familiar with them, you could be in trouble. Just get 'em off, and tell them what hunks they are, and you'll have no trouble!"
We finished our drinks and piled into Randy's car. We drove to a rest area a bit south of town. When we got there, we found a parking space near the men's restroom, so we could watch who came and went.
"It's a little early for this place to be really hot. Why don't I take you in and `show you the facilities'" Randy said.
"Sounds good to me. I'd like to know what's what beforehand."
Randy and I went into the building, which was indeed empty. I was rather surprised at how thoroughly the place was outfitted for public sex. There was a big gloryhole between the toilet stalls, and another one looking out on the urinals, which was unusual in my limited experience. On top of that, there were small mirrors glued to the rafters, to improve the view of the urinals further away from the stalls. Another mirror looked out a broken window so that anyone coming towards the building was visible.
"Doesn't the highway department ruin all this?? I mean, plate over the holes, rip off the mirrors and so on?? Surely some straight people complain about all this" I asked.
"Well, they used to," Randy said, "but ever since we've been sucking them off regular, they've let the "facilities" be. They write it up like they've fixed it, then just report that the holes, etc. are back their next time through. Keeps the place in business, and some of those highway workers are really hot! Anyway, I'm going back to the car. Why don't you wait in the stall and see what comes along?? Should start jumping here pretty soon."
"OK. Wish me luck!"
I sat down in the stall that had holes both into the other stall and towards the urinals, and watched Randy retreating in one of the mirrors. I pulled my little jar of grease out of my jacket pocket and started slowly jacking off, just keeping it ready to get hard when I needed it.
Pretty soon, a highway repair truck pulled up, and the lone driver got out and came towards the building. My cock quickly got rockhard at the sight of the guy. He had fairly long dirty blonde hair, streaked from working in the sun, and a neatly clipped beard. What really got me hot was his moustache, which was HUGE. Thick and long, it easily covered his lower lip.
He entered the building and seemed to smile just a bit when he noticed someone in the stall. He walked to the urinal nearest me, whipped out his cock, and started pissing. He was so close to the urinal I couldn't see anything, but I could sure smell him. I could see that his shirt was soaked, his hair was damp, and his beard carried little droplets of his musky sweat.
He finished pissing, and leaned away from the urinal a bit. I still couldn't see anything through the hole, but in the mirror I could see that he was slowly jacking on his dick, and that his cock was uncut! I started moving my hand faster on my dick, and I suddenly realized that the reason his head was down was because he was watching ME through the hole -- it was positioned to give him a perfect view of my lap. He unbuttoned his sweat-drenched shirt and started rubbing his free hand through the wet curls on his chest. I had long since abandoned subtlety and was blatantly watching this hunk through the hole.
He suddenly turned, and I expected him to put his dick through the hole for a blow job. Instead, he said in a completely normal tone of voice (not the low whisper I had associated with this kind of sex) "Let me in your stall."
I reached up and unlocked the door, and he walked in, re-locking it behind him. I stood up and started licking the sweat off of his beard and chest. He laughed in a throaty chuckle and began rubbing my face and beard in his raunchy armpits. When he tired of that, he pushed me back down onto the toilet, and slipped his cock into my mouth. I could taste the sweat, some cock cheese, and the remnants of his recent piss on his cock. He started rocking into and out of my mouth, faster and faster until he came, spurt after spurt, which I allowed to run out of my mouth and into my beard.
"Damn, I needed that! You're new here, aren't you??" I nodded yes. "You'll get some prime stuff here. I hope I get you again sometime. Later, and thanks!"
With that, he bent, gave me a quick kiss that brushed that fabulous moustache across my face, and left.
I cleaned myself up and went back to the car. Randy and David were grinning ear to ear, and David said, "How'd you like Gary?? He's the reason this place stays open."
"He's real hot stuff. He even kissed me when he left."
"He's not as uptight as some. Just don't expect it."
We sat there BSing for a while, then an 18-wheel rig pulled in and its driver hustled his ass into the building.
"My turn! exclaimed David, who slowly sauntered into the building after the trucker. He fairly quickly returned, explaining that the guy wasn't interested. Randy then suggested that rather than have all of us sit in the car, we should spread out so as to look more natural. I chose a picnic table that gave me a great view of the entrance to the building. David stayed in the car, and Randy started wandering aimlessly about, but always staying near the restroom.
The next vehicle in was an empty chip truck, out of which climbed a driver with an incredible build. David followed him into the building, and soon I heard soft moans from the building. While David was "entertaining", Randy came over to me. "The next guy you snag, try to get him to go out behind that utility building with you. That way, all 3 of us can enjoy him." I nodded "yes", and smiled at the thought of the possibilities.
During my reverie, a pick-up truck pulled in, the back of which was full of cut firewood. The driver turned out to be a serious hunk, wearing a grey sweatshirt with prominent sweat stains in the pits and down the center of th chest, and a frankly ragged pair of 501's that did absolutely nothing to conceal the big hunk of meat and hefty balls he carried. His face reminded me of no one more than the stud who had played "Grizzly Adams" on TV -- he had the same longish dark-blonde hair, and the same long, thick but well-behaved beard. He shot me a long, hot look before he disappeared into the building, and left me there with my cock growing very uncomfortable in my pants.
Soon after, David and his hunk came out and hustled over to said hunk's truck, where they climbed up into the sleeper and set the truck rocking. I hauled ass to the restroom, hoping that I wouldn't find my sultry woodcutter just buttoning up and leaving.
I wasn't disappointed. As I approached the urinal furthest from his, I could tell that he was just finishing his piss. He had let his pants slip, so his bare buns were exposed; they were covered with a thick, soft-looking layer of dark blonde hair. As he finished pissing, he looked deep into my eyes, and slowly licked his lips. My cock immediately went the rest of the way to rock hard, and I moved back a bit from the urinal so he could catch a glimpse of it. He did the same, and I saw him stroking on a hefty chunk of man meat. Not only was it of respectable length -- about seven and a half inches -- but it was also real thick, at least two inches in diameter. I moved my gaze up his tight body to find him grinning sexily at me.
I moved over and started to stroke his dick for him. He just leaned back and let himself go. I moved so I could whisper to him, and suggested that out behind the storage shed might be more private. He nodded, and we made our way back there. Once back there, I immediately pushed his shirt up (discovering that he had a thick pelt of very light brown hair on his beefy chest) and started eating his armpits, the scent of which had been tantalizing me ever since I first got close to him. He leaned back against the building and moaned as I slurped and lapped his sensitive pit while I worked his meat with my hand.
He started and damn near bolted when he felt Randy's mouth on his cock, but when Randy gave him the high sign and got down to business on his dick, our hunky little woodcutter heaved a pleased sigh, spread his legs, and relaxed into our ministrations. After thoroughly cleaning out both of this hunk's pits and lapping his nipples to full erection, I decided I wanted a little something for myself. I pulled Randy off his cock, and stuffed Randy's face myself. I then bent over and braced myself against the building, grinned and said "Go for it!"
He wasted no time in getting that hunk of fuckmeat all the way up my ass, and starting in a good, deepfucking rhythm with his hands on my shoulders to pull me to him on each thrust. Randy was in heaven, dividing his time between my cock and balls, and my fucker's balls and ripe asshole. I could feel his chest and belly hairs against my back, and his heavenly beard against the back of my neck as he pounded his thick cock into my hot ass. Suddenly, he slammed into me, grabbed me in a bear hug that squeezed the breath out of me, and shot a big load up my ass.
His beautiful cock left my hole with a "pop", and I started pulling my clothes back together, as did he and Randy. "Whew, thanks!" he said, with a just-fucked look on his face. "It's for DAMN sure I'm gonna make this a reg'lar stop on m'way home from now on. You dudes here often?" We nodded yes. "Great! Hope to see ya again. Maybe next time I can take care of you!" With that, he whacked me on the ass, causing my hole to open and let his cumload trickle out and run down my legs. He hustled back to his truck, and left.
After a while, all three of us wound up back in the car, resting and letting the other men who showed up looking for cock get their share from the horny blue collar studs that came through. Most of them were gone by about 11, but we decided to stay until 12:30, because (according to David) there was sometimes a rush of "business" from all-night truckers a bit past midnight.
True to David's word, starting around midnight the big rigs started to pull into the rest stop again. A few of them just shut off their lights and sat there, the driver obviously just turning in without doing anything else. The ones that did leave their trucks were, almost to a man, horny as hell and more than ready to drop a hot load after a day of pushing his rig.
The first one was a big, burly Scandanavian type; David claimed him. The next was a hot Latino dude with a jet black moustache and dark eyes that sent Randy running to the restroom to at least get a look (he got MUCH more than just a look). I was hanging out, shivering a bit and wondering who chance would serve up for me, if indeed at this hour I was going to get lucky yet again.
I heard footsteps approaching the building, and I shifted on the toilet as I tried to see who was coming in the mirror. I realized that the footsteps had to belong to more than one person. What should meet my eyes but the sight of a tall, built-like-a-brick-shithouse trucker hunk heading my way!
He had to be at least 6'2 or so; the heavy boots he wore made him look even taller. His dark beard was precisely trimmed, and it accented his strong, handsome face well. His 501's popped open to reveal a beautifully proportioned cock; just the right width for its considerable length. He wore his red flannel shirt next to his skin, and the open neck showed signs of a hunkily built torso accented with a dusting of dark hair. I was immediately in lust again.
I nearly fainted when he addressed me casually while he stood there pissing. "Hi there.. looking for some action??"
"You bet!" I responded after a stunned pause. "What did you have in mind?"
"A walk out to my truck, a little talk, crawl into my sleeper cab and see what happens. You like?" His last words were punctuated by his shaking off his cock, which was starting to get hard.
"I do indeed. Lead on!"
I followed him out to his truck, which was a huge Kenworth, with the biggest sleeper cab I'd ever seen.
"I had to get this model cuz the standard sleepers were just too damn cramped for me... especially when I have company." He looked at me and smiled. "Get on in."
I climbed up and sat in the passenger seat. He climbed in, kicked off his boots and slipped back into the sleeper. "Get your shoes off and c'mon back; this is a hell of a lot more comfortable than that seat!"
I did as he said, and by the time I got into the sleeper, he was naked. A couple of small lights were on, and there was a faint whirr from a heater that kept the cab at just the right temperature for bare skin. I shucked my clothes, crawled into the sleeper, right into his arms. He hugged me close to his firm, muscular body as his tongue flicked across my ear, and he whispered, "Now, isn't that better?"
"Mmm! I'll give you a nickel and half an hour to stop that..."
"You like to get fucked??"
"Only as often as I can get it... you offering?"
"You bet! Here, roll over on your back... slide up a bit... put your ankles in these straps attached to the roof here... slide your ass down a little... perfect!"
I looked through my comfortably-supported legs at him and watched the chest muscles ripple as he greased his cock. There was a look of lust on his face, and I swear he was drooling as he looked at me.
"You look so hot there, with your ass in the air..."
"You look hot, period.. what are you gonna do about it?"
"This!" And with that, he shoved into me. I was already open from my earlier fuck, and he slipped right in, all the way. He groaned as his balls slapped against my ass. He leaned forward, and guided my hands to more straps.
"Hang on, you're in for a wild ride!"
I grabbed the straps just as he started to pick up the pace. He quickly accelerated into a fast, ass-pounding rhythm with occasional pauses to tease me and to help him hold back. I started bouncing my ass up to meet his thrusts, which were almost the full length of his cock and driven in hard by the powerful muscles in his legs and back. In the warm cab, he started sweating profusely, and his musk filled the cab.
I was getting very close, when all of a sudden he leaned further forward, grabbed me by the hair and shoved my face into his sweaty armpit. That was all I needed; I shot wads and wads of cum all over our chests, and up into my beard. He let me drop back, leaned forward and licked some of the mingled sweat and cum off my chest.
Suddenly, he started thrusting even faster, then whipped out of me quickly and shot his copious load of sweet cream all over my chest and face. He had no sooner finished than he slid his still-stiff cock back up my ass, unhooked my legs from the straps, and slumped on top of me.
We lay there for that timeless after-orgasm moment, recouping our strength. Finally, he locked me in a slow, deep kiss that rubbed sweat from his beard onto mine, and cum from mine onto his. We broke the kiss, and I licked the beads of sweat from his neat beard.
"I hate to say this, but I have to get moving. I have a deadline to meet. This highway is a regular run for me, though; I stop here every time I can. I'm here every 10 days, if you want to see me again."
"Boy, DO I! I'll be here... and I have some friends you might like, too."
He smiled. "The more the merrier. See you in a week and a half."
I wiped myself off with the proffered towel, dressed and went back to the car where Randy and David were waiting.
"In ten days, you guys are going to get one hell of a treat!"
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