Married Man Cum Obsession - Part 5 By Daddy Vampyrered@gmail.com
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Chris could not have planned for any of the events that recently occurred due to his sexual obsession. As a married man, father, and businessman one never expects to tumble into a rabbit's hole of sexual perversion, ownership and need. It starts so innocently with a passing interest on the Internet and winds up consuming your life. Taking you to places and situations far beyond anything you could have imagined. Chris was now in the vortex of sexual obsession. His life was being controlled by the need to consume another man's sperm, to be used by men, and to feel completely whole in doing so.
In the past few weeks Chris had allowed several men in a seedy hotel room to use his mouth and ass while he was blindfolded. Having been discovered by an employee of his company, he allowed himself to be used as a cum whore in the locker room at his business, and most recently at the company picnic. His lifelong friend had stumbled across him being fucked in the woods, and had himself used him twice. As a consequence of that episode at the company picnic, Chris had been fucked by his company CEO and the head of the Board of Directors, and had gained a promotion through that experience. He now was to travel more to fulfill the obligations of his new position. He was now a Regional Director for his part of the country.
His wife was elated at the prospect of more money, if not a bit relieved that he would be spending less time at home. The thought of being away from his family was on one hand saddening, but on the other it opened the door to more possible sexual adventures. What was Brian, his "pimp" going to say, or do with the new situation? So far Brian had set up both the locker room scene and the scene at the picnic, would he no longer dictate things? Would Chris be allowed to wonder alone in this? He would soon found out.
When he reached the office on Monday, there was a note stuck under his blotter. It read: Seems you found a way out of my web. Too bad as I was enjoying watching you in action. I am not going to leave you completely to your own devices, but you will have the opportunity to find new distractions. I have connections in the Region, and can, if you like send along word of your agenda. You will not be disappointed. Let me know what you would like to do. You have my discreet cell number to text me while on the road.
Brian did not sign the note, but of course he did not have to. I felt somewhat sad that he would not be sharing in my adventures more, but was glad he felt that he could help guide me through other things. I quickly texted him that I would forward onto him my itinerary and allow him make what connections he could at the stops I needed to make.
My first stop was a few hundred miles away in the mountains, and I would as usual be spending more than a day. I made arrangements at a hotel just outside the town, to be discreet of course. I then proceeded to put out another Craigslist ad. The first one had worked brilliantly, and thought a second might yield some further fun. I also wanted to try out one of the trucker stops I heard of from an on line source. It stated that this place could be very fun if you caught it at the right moment. I enjoyed my encounter with the truckers the last time, and thought a bathroom scene at a truck stop sounded very sleazy. Just my taste.
I headed out Wednesday morning for my destination. The weather report said it would be dicey later in the day, and I wanted to at least be in my hotel room when the storm hit. I made very good time, and distracted myself with thoughts of sex, and how much fun I was going to have. I packed sparsely for this trip. I bought a used jock strap off E-bay that I was assured was well used. When I opened the package at home, I could instantly tell that the owner had worn it well. The scent of sweat, piss, and more were well fermented. I wanted to be wearing it when I got used next.
The truck stop that was noted was close to the city, but still well outside the limits. This meant that no casual traveller might come by but rather those that knew about its existence would definitely stop. It was hidden up on a mountaintop, and fairly remote. It was getting dark about the time I pulled in, and there were a few cars, and two 18-wheelers parked in the lot. My dick immediately got hard. I was wearing the jock I purchased, well-worn jeans with holes at the knees and a small one at the ass. I wore my lucky baseball cap pulled low on my face as well. Along with the new jock I also purchased a fresh bottle of poppers from an online store. They were powerful and having jerked off with them a few times let me enjoy the sensations even more.
I parked my truck on the far side of the lot. I did not want to be too obvious and park in front as the others did. I put the bottle of poppers in my jeans pocket, and got out. As I did I adjusted my crotch for full view. I did not wear a belt with my jeans and they rode down naturally just to the curve of my ass. That allowed me to show about 2 inches of butt crack when squatting down to tie my shoes. Figured a bit of a hint might help in this case.
The rest stop was typical of what you might find, though this one was considerably older, and less tended. You can usually tell by the toilets and set up as to the age. I opened the door to the men's room, which moaned at the stress of my effort. I was surprised to find the lighting was extremely dim. Usually these places are brightly lit, but again this was an older building. Although it would take a moment or so for my vision to adjust, my other senses were welcomed to the odor of stale smoke, piss, and shit. I definitely had the feeling of a porta-potty rather than a rest area. The heating had been cranked due to its locale and the weather, and it felt like a steam room. As I ventured further I noticed that there was a small entryway you needed to traverse before hitting the main area. This struck me as something some gay architect had put in just for the purpose of sex in these places. It indeed was used here. As I approached I could definitely hear shuffling, like people pulling up pants, or getting into position for a surprise party. I had to chuckle at the thought.
As I entered the main area I knew exactly what was happening prior to my arrival. There were two men at the urinal trough. One was thinner, with cropped hair, and a tight muscular build. He wore tight Wranglers, which at looking were undone completely. The other was a bit older with a business suit on. He was a stockier, with a sleek haircut and glasses. It seemed to me that they had been engaged in some activity when I came in. I looked around and decided to bee line it to the stalls.
I was under the impression that these places often had glory holes in the partitions, and could lead to more if things worked out right. I made my way to the center stall as I assumed it would be accessible from either side if I was lucky. Just as I hoped there were two holes, one on either side of me. Both were stuffed with toilet paper, ostensibly to keep prying eyes out. I of course took the toilet paper out immediately. I pulled my jeans down, but left the jock in place. I sat down on a very old toilet seat, and just inhaled. The smell of the room was intoxicating. I bent down and retrieved my bottle of poppers and took a quick hit. The chemicals rose up into my brain, and the warm sensation of the blood numbing my nerves hit. I was getting into zone. My cum whore zone.
I sat there for a moment of two just getting settled into place. I could see through the cracks in the door that the two guys at the urinal had resumed their activities. The older guy was now bent over and sucking the thinner guys cock. From my vantage point I could not tell the size of it, but it seemed to be satisfying the sucker. The thinner guy was holding the older guys head in his hand and face fucking his throat deep. The older guy was gagging with each thrust but did not fight the impalement. Watching the display got me to manipulating my cock in my jock. With each squeeze I got a whiff of the scent coming off the jock. The guy who sold it was a beefy body builder type, if the pic could be believed, but whoever he really was, definitely knew what a pig like me wanted.
The show out was about to be over as I heard the thinner guy start to moan far too loudly, and force his cock down the cocksuckers throat. He then stopped and held his head down against his crotch as he came. The cocksucker on his knees had tears running down his face as he was choking on the cock, but did not fight it. Slowly, the man released him, and allowed him to breathe. "How was that Dad?" "You enjoy chocking on your boy's cock?" "Damn boy I always do, just have to be sure your wife and Mom never find out about this".
The pair soon left and I was alone with my thoughts. My cock was rock hard, and I was stroking it absentmindedly. The dimness of my surroundings, the smells, my heightened sense of sexual urging all kept me edging. I figured that while I was there I would start playing with myself a bit. I reached between my legs and started to finger my hairy ass hole while I edged. I closed my eyes, and leaned back slightly, enjoying my solitude. I hit the bottle of poppers, and my head began to swim in a vapor of sexual being.
Just as I started to get into my head, I heard the eerie sound of the outside door opening. I quickly opened my eyes and attempted to peer through the crack of the stall and see who was entering. From my vantage point I saw a large built man come around the corner of the wall. He was stereotypically dressed for a trucker. Ragged muscle shirt, well-worn jeans, and boots. I would guess him to be about six foot tall, and about 250 lbs. He had a dark full beard, thick arms, and tufts of hair peeking out of his shirt. As he walked in he seemed to stare directly at me. I assume he was checking to see if there was someone in the middle stall. His thick build was turning me on, and I hoped we could have fun.
He sauntered up to the pissing trough and undid his belt. He popped the buttons on his 501s and hauled out a thick piece of dick. From his profile I could see that along with the big build, he also carried a big ass. His ass looked like to big watermelons fighting for space in his tight jeans. "Damn I have to take a wicked piss", he said out loud. As he pushed to start his stream, he let out a loud fart that echoed in the still room. I waited just a second and inhaled audibly. This deep ass stink permeated the room, and filled my lungs. "Fuck, guess I need to do more than piss", the trucker said. With that he pinched off the head of his cock, and walked into the stall next to mine. I peered through the hole and watched as he pushed his tight denims past his thick, hairy thighs, and down to his ankles.
He settled his big ass on the toilet, and immediately let out another loud fart. Again I inhaled and allowed the stink to envelope my head. "Damn that stinks" the trucker said. I continued to look through the glory hole and watched as he started to play with his thick cock. "Been on the road all day and this is the first time I have been able to take a decent dump," the trucker stated. "Feels damn good to stretch my hole and allow that thick turd out". I was astonished that he seemed to be talking to himself, but knew he was talking to me. As I repositioned myself to get a better look at him through the hole, I caught his eyes.
"Knew some pig was in there," he said with a smile. "Heard you take a deep breath of my stink when I walked in" he continued. The trucker bent slightly to peer through the hole, and said, "You want my man stink?" I was so into the moment that I immediately said, "Yes". "I want anything you have to give, SIR". The big trucker smiled, and chuckled. "Well then why don't you come on over to my stall and help me out then".
I pulled up my pants, and hurried over to the adjoining stall. It was a tight fit, but once he stood up and allowed me access, we made it work. I immediately got to my knees in front of him. His beer can cock was rock hard, and I wanted it so much in my mouth. "I assume you don't mind if I finish taking my dump while you service my dick?" he asked. "No, I would enjoy sucking your cock while you continue" I said. With that I took the as much of the truckers cock into my mouth as I could. The rugged trucker sighed with pleasure as my warm mouth enveloped his dick. I took my time enjoying the flavor of his prick. The warm scent of shit wafted it way between his thick thighs and added to the experience. I took a hit of poppers, and began to suck his cock in earnest. "Fuck man, you really are a hungry little pig" the trucker commented.
I worked his thick meat into my throat and slobbered all over his shaft. I wanted too much to give this man pleasure. All the while he kept grunting and pushing to empty is ass track. I would hear his turd hit the water, and occasionally there would be some splash. I loved the whole dirtiness of the scene. The trucker kept up his efforts as I was bringing his cock to climax. "Hold off there boy, I don't want to blow to soon" he said. "I am almost done here and want you to clean my ass for me with your tongue". I pulled off his cock and moved back up against the door. I was on my knees in the stall and it did not matter to me. I was giving this big man the best of what I had to offer. He stood, turned around and straddled the bowl with his ass hanging off the edge. He leaned forward so that his big ass cheeks spread naturally and his hole was exposed.
For a moment I just took in the visual. I always loved watching a man bend over and spread his ass as he worked on a car, or plumbing. That natural vulnerability always aroused me. I tentatively sniffed a few inches above his crack. I took in his scent, and the thick hairs covering his cheeks and trench. I then stuck out my tongue and began to work from where his balls attached up to the top of his ass. I worked my magic along his trench and savored his flavor. The trucker squirmed a bit more to allow me to get deeper into his ass. I then let abandon take me and started to suck on his brown hole. I let myself take him and feed off his butt.
"Fuck pig, suck on my man hole!" he screamed. "You know how to eat a man's ass and clean him up good!" I did not answer. I kept up my work and wanted to take all that he had to give. The bits of shit still stuck to his ass hairs so that I licked and sucked them bare. The big man pushed back with his ass lips, and as they opened up I stuck my tongue as far in as I could. I took another hit of poppers, and allowed the chemicals to rob me of my inhibitions, and pig out. I worked my face into his ass and cleaned him to the best of my ability.
"Fuck pig my dick is about to explode from your ass eating, but I want your ass". The big man said. He moved to reposition himself seated on the toilet. His cock had grown and inch or more, and thicker as well. "Sit on my cock and ride it pig!" the man demanded. It was difficult to work around my pants at my ankles, but I rose and turned around. I spit in my hand and worked that spit into my hole. I took another hit of poppers and aimed his cock head at my hole. "Here, give me some of that bud", the trucker asked. I handed him the bottle, and began to work his cock into my hole. The head popped in easily and I moaned in appreciation of the pain.
The trucker took a bit hit of poppers and let the pleasure take him. I pushed my as further onto his thick shaft and felt my ass lips tear. He was thicker than I thought and his shaft was shredding my hole. I could not stop now. Although the pain was increasing, I knew the pleasure would soon arrive. I took another hit from the little bottle, and let him guide me further down. With one big thrust the bear of a man had me impaled onto his shaft. We both groaned loudly. The noise of your contentment echoed around the room. Once I felt his pubes against my ass cheeks I knew the real pleasure was coming.
I started to work my ass hole up and down on his shaft. My eager hole relaxed, and accepted his intrusion. I felt completely full with him in me. I wanted to ride this man's cock for hours. I closed my eyes and let my body take me. I worked his cock deep into my ass and then back up to just the head. Each inch of the man's cock slide up into my chute, and made me tingle with pleasure. The man held my hips to steady me and to allow to better ride him. This scene was fulfilling some of my expectations. The faster I worked my hole on his shaft the more he pushed back into me. I was in another space.
That is probably why neither of us heard the outer door open. We were both too far gone into our sexual breeding that we did not notice that someone was paying very close attention to what was happening. "Well looks like you two fags are enjoying yourself," a deep voice boomed from above. I opened my eyes and looked up, there above the partition on the other side was the face of a police officer. I stopped immediately. My partner in crime also stopped his thrusts. "Don't stop on my account boys, " the cop said. "Just come out in the common area so I can watch.
The trucker and I moved into the main area of the room with our pants still around our ankles. I wasn't sure if I could trust that the cop just wanted to watch, but was more certain we would be arrested. We both just stood there as the uniformed hunk inspected us. "Looks like I stumbled across a couple of pigs in the woods" the officer said in his deep southern accent.
"Always knew that this place was a bit out of the way for the casual traveler and that you pigs would play here." "I often hide in the trees and wait and see what happens, then come in to scare the shit out of you". The cop laughed at his joke. Guess I am a little late for that since one of you has shit for breath, and the other has shit on his dick." I was scared to death and my hard on was now non-existent. My trucker buddy's cock was slightly deflated, but still rather full. "Since you buddy were getting corn holed, I am assuming you are the bitch" the policeman said. "But since I caught both of you, why don't you both get on your knees and work on my dick."
With that statement he worked his zipper down and hauled out a nice piece of cock. It hung about 6 inches flaccid, and I could only imagine what it was hard. I looked up at the handsome redheaded cop for reassurance. His brilliantly green eyes were piercing in their gaze, and only added to his good looks. His hair was closely cropped, and his Irish features were prominent. I was always told that Irishman had small dicks, so this one must have been and exception to the rule. I wasted no time in getting to my knees. My partner was a bit more hesitant, but complied as well.
I started to lick the shaft and the trucker worked his balls. The cop started undressing as we worked his tool. It did not take much to get his cock to stand at full mast. It curved up toward his abdomen, and the veins were heavy. I did my best to take him into my throat, but the angle was bad from my position. As the cop removed his shirt I was treated to the smooth alabaster muscled chest he hid under his uniform. His stomach was flat and well defined. I was in lust with this muscled God. "Stop a minute boys", the cop said, and he worked to remove his pants. "I need you guys to take my boots off so that I can get these pants off."
I worked my hands at his shoelaces, and untied them. I worked my hands down the well-worn leather and loosed the strings. The cop balanced himself on the back of the trucker as I worked his boot off. He repeated the process with his other boot. Once he was completely naked, he ordered us both to take the rest of our clothes off. Now naked and waiting, the cop ordered me to "Assume the position". I knew that meant to put my hands on the wall, spread my legs and wait. He ordered my buddy to suck his cock and get it really wet as he was going to fuck my ass.
I took a hit of poppers and waited for his intrusion. With just the trucker's spit for lube, he forced his cock into my hole. I pushed back onto his prick, and squeezed my anal muscles tight to hold him in. He grabbed my hips and began to work his rigid tool into my ass. The trucker moved to my cock and began to suck me while I was being tagged. I balanced myself as best as possible while the two men worked me over. The feeling of the cops cock in me was magic, and the burly trucker knew how to suck a mean cock. With this kind of attention I knew I could not hold off long and said so to the trucker. He quickly moved off my cock, but then repositioned himself under my ass. I could feel his tongue move by my hole and lick the cop's cock as it pushed in and out of my chute.
The cop was a brutal fucker, and I could feel my ass getting sore already. I didn't mind though, I figured he would deposit a nice big load in me that would help to soothe things for the next cock. I was correct too. He no sooner started to groan than I felt his cock jerk inside me and flood my guts. I could feel the trucker lick at the sperm that was leaking out of my hole. The cop then pulled out and allowed the trucker to clean off his shit and cum covered cock. The trucker pig ate it greedily.
"Now I guess it's the truckers turn to fill your guts pig," the officer said. "I want to watch as he fills your shithole good." The cop then moved to where I was up against the wall and made me bend over and continue to clean his cock. The trucker then got into position, and easily slid into my bubble butt. He slowly started to pump his way into my guts. He was savoring the feeling of my cum soaked hole, and the warmth, and wetness there. He was moaning almost from the moment he entered me. "Damn boy, that cop filled you up but good!" he exclaimed. "I can feel all that good ole cop spooge coating my dick and making it a nice ride in here."
As the trucker continued his work at my ass hole, the cock was getting hard again. I couldn't believe after the large load he just deposited in my ass he could get hard again that quickly. Must have been the site of the burly trucker working his thick cock into me that go him going again. I wondered if he was going to fuck me again. Just as we were all into our own scene, the front door to the bathroom creaked open. None of us stopped what was happening to worry about it. I opened my eyes, and peered off to the corner to see who had wandered into this little sex scene. All I could tell it was a taller man with cowboy boots. His jeans were well creased, and his boots polished. I could not tell much more from my position.
"Well, well, well, what have we got here boys?" the stranger asked. "Seems to me you have got yourself a good ole spit roasting happening". "Mind if I join in?" The cop was the one to answer. "Nope, come make yourself comfortable there Wayne, this pig ain't nearly had enough dick up his ass yet." So the two knew each other, might have guessed seeing as where I was. "I have to get back on patrol anyway, so come take my place in this pig's mouth," the cop said. He left my mouth vacant and started to get dressed. The new comer quickly took his place with one of the longest cocks I had ever seen. Must have been at least 10 or 11 inches. It was not as thick as the truckers, but rather about average in girth. He hefted that sucker out of his tight wranglers, and I eagerly accepted his spongy head.
The trucker was still pounding away at my ass, and I was almost thinking he would never shoot. He kept up a nice pace that felt amazing in my butt. I had never had someone really take his time in me like he was doing. It was a nice change from the pump and dumps. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good pounding and a quick load shoot, but to ride a nice fitting cock for some time is good too. I began really working my ass muscles against his shaft to try and coax him to cum. I knew it was having the desired effect as he kept moaning louder and louder.
The cowboy was now building up to full hard on in my mouth. I do love taking a soft cock and feel it grow in my throat. His length was difficult to accommodate, but I did my best to take as much of his dick down my gullet as I could. The cowboy must have enjoyed my warm mouth, as he just leaned against the wall with his eyes shut. He began to undo his western style shirt, and I could tell he was a hairy fucker. I ran my hands up to his well-defined chest, and he was covered in dark fur. I love the feel of a hairy guy, just seems right. Not that a smooth guy is not hot, but something down deep just likes a nice fur covered chest and stomach. I went directly to his nipples and started to pinch, and twist them hard. The harder I twisted, the harder his dick got.
The trucker in my ass was about to pop. He picked up the pace significantly and now was pounding me so hard, I had to brace myself against the cowboy for balance. "FUCK!" was all I needed to hear to know that the trucker was busting his nut deep in my gut. His cock twitched and became just a bit fuller as his balls emptied into me. He held my tight against his pubes, as he let his balls drain. Then he slowly started to pump his cock into me to make sure his DNA was well up inside me. "Don't want my sperm coming out sooner than it has to boy!" he said.
He then pulled out of my sloppy hole and stood there catching his breath. I pulled off the cowboy's cock and turned around so that not only could I clean up the trucker, but now my cum filled hole was aimed at the cowboy. I swallowed the truckers deflating cock easily into my throat. I worked my tongue eagerly to catch all the ass juices, and cum off his cock. As I flit across his cock head he jerked due to how sensitive his cock head was. As I finished up he just looked down at me. "Hope you pass this way again buddy, I am always up for getting my shitter cleaned, and my cock drained, and you are damn good at both." "Thank you SIR" was all I said.
The trucker quickly pulled himself together and left me with the cowboy, who by this time had squatted down and was lapping at my cunt hole. His rough tongue worked its magic on my ultra sensitive ass lips. I moaned in complete pleasure at feeling his warm mouth suck at my shitter. "How many loads you got I there man?" he asked. "At this point only the two from the trucker and your cop buddy." I said. "Fucking seems like more as the sperm just keeps dripping out of your loose hole". "Tastes fucking hot too", he said. "Glad you like my hole, its all yours to do with as you like", I noted.
"Kinda figured you wouldn't complain about anything I wanted to do," he said. With that he pulled himself up and pushed his long dick into my hole. I braced my self on the urinal trough, as he made sure he hit dirt. I had to scream as he forced all 11 inches of cock into me. I had never taken suck a long cock and my second sphincter had just popped. His long cock worked itself deep into my trench until I was up against his pubes. The pain was immediate and powerful, but I was not backing down. "Fuck dude, you are only the second guy who's ever been able to take all of me", he said. "I guess pigs learn early."
With that he started to work his hips in a clockwise motion. With each movement hit was hitting areas in me I had not known could feel so good. I groaned, and begged him for more. He was sure to please. He was a master fucker, and my ass was the recipient of his skill. My ass had never felt such wonderful things, and I now understood more completely how great it was to be a fuck toy. "You're liking this buddy I can tell," he said. "Not many dudes are up for the challenge, they think they are, but when it comes to actually taking my horse cock, they buck off sooner than later." I said nothing but allowed him to take his pleasure in me.
I used my ass muscles to tighten my grip on his shaft. I was willing to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me. I bucked back against each trust to take his horse cock as deep as it would go. My asshole was sore, and puffy, but it was doing its job. All of a sudden he slipped out, and I felt lost. I looked back at him, and wondered what was wrong. "Don't worry buddy, I ain't leaving you hanging, just need to get more comfortable." With that he took off his boots, and jeans, and got completely naked. "That other guy said you were good at cleaning ass holes up, why don't you work your tongue up my butt and show me how good you are". He then leaned over the piss trough and let me get at his tight muscled ass.
I moved in and started my usual kiss of his ass cheeks, and sniffing around his crotch. He must have just come from rodeo or some thing, as the scent coming off him was strong with shit and sweat. I pulled his beautiful ass cheeks apart, and found a totally shaved trench. It took me by surprise for a second. The only time I had ever seen a shaved ass trench was in porn. But as I noticed he did not wipe as well as he might have, and there was still remnants of his last dump along his track. I took my tongue and ran it straight up his crack and cleaned him up. "OH fuck dude, that feels so good!" he said. "Haven't had my ass cleaned in quite some time."
I worked my nose deep into his hole and sniffed. Damn but it smelled good. I opened him up a bit more and plunged my tongue deep into his chute. I worked my spit into him, and tasted the man he was. He pushed back and allowed me to get into his ass deep. His moaning and groaning was intoxicating. I had forgot about my bottle of poppers and took a long inhale of the chemical. "Oh you got poppers dude, ah man let me take a hit". I handed the brown bottle to him and heard him breathe deep. My head began to swim and all I wanted was to eat his shit. I wanted to taste every last bit of him. I went in hungry for ass. I opened his hole and dug deep inside with my tongue to get as much flavor as I could.
"Oh fuck dude, you are a fucking pig, you fucking love my ass!" I had to agree with him. "Fuck me dude, please, fuck me," he begged. I was usually the bottom here, but my dick was hard and I was ready. I had never fucked a man before, so this would be a change. I stood up and aimed my cock at his hole. "You sure you want my raw dick cowboy?" I asked. "Yes man, damn please fuck me!" I pushed my cock into his open hole, and found him easy to enter. His hole opened up easily for my cock, and I wasted no time in going deep. He screamed with my intrusion and so I stopped a moment to let him become accustomed to it. "NO man, don't fucking stop, I can take it just a much as you can" the cowboy said. I took him at his word and began to work my cock into him deep. Then a thought struck me. Why not use some of the spunk that is up my ass as lube. I pushed my hand back around to my hole and pushed down hard. My ass hole opened and let me have a hand full of well-churned ass juice and cum. I pulled my cock out of his hole, and worked that spunk into his ass, and on my cock. I then pushed my cock back into him. "Holy hell man did just shit out some cum lube for my ass?" he asked. "Sure did," I answered. Just to show how earnest I was, I bent down over his back and extended my wet hand to his mouth. He eagerly accepted it and started to clean it off.
I kept up my fucking and found that fucking a man's ass was significantly better than any woman's cunt I had ever fucked. It felt right, it felt natural, and it felt like the best thing in the world. Knowing I had shared the cum up my ass with this handsome cowboy, made it just that much better. I couldn't hold off much longer and told the boy I was about to shoot. He wanted all of it. I picked up the pace and really worked my cock into his hole good. When I finally shot my load the scream echoed off the walls. I was exhausted but happy. I pulled out of him and he quickly cam to clean my cock off. Then he ordered me to get on all fours in the middle of the floor, as he wanted to finish the job. I gladly complied. Then, just as I had I hear him shit out my sperm and then work into my ass hole and on his cock. He was going to fuck me with my cum.
He slipped inside me easily and was pounding me hole in seconds. "Fuck dude, your pig hole I perfect!" he said. "You like the fact that I am fucking you with your own baby batter?' he asked. "Hell never knew how satisfying swapping sperm could be with a dude," I answered. With that he fell silent and just concentrated on my ass. His long cock hit my prostate hard and often, and I was going to be in some discomfort in the morning, but did not care. "I am about to blow man, you ready for my cum?" he asked. "Give me all you got buddy, I am here to be your cum dump," I answered. With that he forced himself into me with a few more strokes, and shot his load. He must have been saving it up, as I felt it flood out of me and onto the floor.
We both collapsed onto the men's room floor, totally exhausted. He lay on top of me, and I felt his heavy breath on my neck. His weight felt comforting, even in this place. He then rolled off and just lay in our drippings. Both sweaty, smelly, wet, and cum filled, we were a sight to behold. "You come this way often?" he asked. "I will be in the future for sure", I responded. "Well I am going to give you my number, and anytime you want a repeat let me know", Wayne said. "That is a deal".
Wayne got up and started to put himself together. He was a handsome man, and what I hadn't realized prior, was he was wearing a wedding ring. "You married too I asked. "Yep, been marred for 15 years this month" he said. "Got married young, and before I really knew what I wanted" he said. "Now I am stuck in a marriage I hate, with kids, and so I do my fucking with guys on the road." I had to admit I understood him, and said so. Told him I had only recently started playing and found that it was what I needed more than anything. Wayne laughed, and said, "Well for a newbie you sure got all the right moves. I love a real man with real pig tendencies". I had to smile. We both got dressed and made our way out. I stopped out side the door and watched him walk to his dually truck. He had a hot ass, and a big dick, his wife must be sad she's not getting the best of him.
I got back in my car and headed to my hotel. I needed a good shower, and much sleep. If tomorrow worked out like I hoped, there would be more fun after my stop at the plant.