This story is a work of fiction, but based on real life personal experiences, and contains graphic hardcore gay sexual acts. Please enjoy!
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My Evil Ways By SCCOCK4
At age 22 I knew I'd gone too far over the edge with my promiscuity...I was a total whore and I couldn't stop. I was letting men fuck my ass, and shove their dirty cocks in my mouth, all day and all night 24/7. So I started volunteering with the local church. The idea was I should spend more time on a virtuous path rather than on the prowl for sex at truck stops and video arcades looking for anonymous gay sex. It's not that I saw anything wrong with that sort of adventurous sexual lifestyle, but I was addicted and, like I said, I couldn't make myself stop. So I was a month into my volunteer work and grateful to have my time occupied. I'd turned a corner and even though I thought about cruising a lot --and of course I jerked off every night --I was a more decent person all around. Then one Saturday I faced a temptation the likes of which I'd never known before. I did all sorts of odd jobs at the church including driving the bus. I got a phone call early one Saturday that I was supposed to meet a group of church goers to transport them to a neighboring parish for the day. I was asked to meet them as a rest area off the highway, and wouldn't you know it...the rest area was a former cruising spot of mine!
Normally I'd be excited at the chance to visit the place, but that was before. This time around I was immediately showered with a sense of dread and worry. The good news was that I could at least count on other people being there and so in all likelihood I wouldn't have time for any extracurricular activities. Boy, was I wrong. As soon as I arrived I got a call that there was a hold up with the other bus dropping parishioners off and I'd have an hour to kill, maybe more. The thought of leaving and coming back later crossed my mind but it was possible they'd show up earlier and so I was asked to wait. So I went to an out of the way picnic table to sit and enjoy the morning air. I'm not kidding, within 5 minutes a burly trucker was walking right over to me. My heart raced and I felt sweat form on my brow as I hoped he was just out for a stroll. I prayed that he would just keep on walking and ignore me while at the same time realizing he was just my type.
"Morning," he said, putting one foot up on the bench across from me. He was tall and beefy and I could see his handsome face and eyes behind his thick beard. "Hi," I said bashfully, trying not to look directly at him. "You're shy, huh?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "I like that," he replied, then grabbed the bulge in his pants, "you like to play a little? We could go to my truck..." "I'm ok," I said, "I'm just waiting." Then he circled the table and sat on my bench, so I turned away. He sat close behind me with his legs straddling the seat. "Hey, come on," he whispered, "I know your type...young horny guy hanging out at a rest stop. All alone out here acting like you're just waiting for something. Come on, I get it." Then he scooted down the bench until his legs were on either side of me. I could feel his hand on my slender waist and his breath on the back of my neck when he said, "You wanna look at it?" "At what?" I asked. Then I heard him unzip his pants. "Got my cock out," he whispered in my ear, "go on look at it." I could feel my whole body beginning to give in to his touch and the sound of his manly voice as he encouraged me to look at his cock. Without thinking I'd turned my head to look down at his lap where his thick, uncut cock was sitting on the bench between us. "Oh my god," I gasped. "That's right," he said standing up so that his beautiful penis was right in my face, "and it's all yours, too. Just follow me." Then he zipped up and walked back to his truck. He kept looking back and subtly waving for me to follow. As if in a trance, I began to walk over to where he held the cab door open for me. All of my worries and guilt fell away and I was simply doing as he instructed without question or hesitation. Like I'd done a thousand times before, I stepped into his rig and went to the bed in the back. I was in the devil's grip at that moment and for all my hard work to reform, there I was sitting on the bed with a horny trucker. Right away we began taking our clothes off when he leaned over and kissed me hard on the mouth. We made out with tongue and before I knew it he was wrapping his arms around my naked body as I jerked his big dick. "I knew you were hot to trot," he moaned while staring into my eyes. He read me like a book, and we both knew then that I was going to do whatever he wanted. So I dropped my head to his lap and began to suck his cock for all it was worth.
More than a month's worth of abstinence out the window, and I proceeded to unleashed my pent up sexual energy onto him. I started slurping up pre-cum from his cockhead, sucking up and down his veiny shaft, and licking his sweaty ball sack. Soon enough I wanted more so I pushed him back onto the bed and kissed him again before climbing up onto his hairy naked body. I sat with my ass in face while I continued to suck his rock hard cock. He spread my cheeks and tongued my hungry hole like a wild animal. "He's in heat!" He exclaimed, "fuck yes!" Then he buried his face in my ass and primed my hole until I was ready for a solid fucking. So I spun around and sat right down on his fat prick letting him go balls deep into my body. I began to grind and bounce up and down in the confined space, while smiling down at him.
"Such a hot fuck!" I said, as he grinned back at me. "You like that ass" I asked him, "you like fucking that sweet hole?" "Oh yeah, baby," he growled while grabbing my hips, "I'm gonna cum inside of it! You want my fucking load?!" "Do it!" I shouted, "Cum in my pussy asshole, give me that hot cum!!" Then he shot a massive load into me and I could feel his pulsating prick as it pumped out gobs and gobs of hot juicy sperm. There was so much that it ran out of my ass, so I scooped up some of his milky load and licked it off my fingers while he finished his orgasm. Then I collapsed onto him and we kissed again as he slowly pulled out of me.
"Wow," He said, "that was great." He tried to make small talk, but I just politely got dressed and left his cab. I was partly ashamed of myself, but there was something else happening inside of me right then. I looked back to see that the other bus had just arrived and so I walked over to meet them. Deep inside of myself I could sense my other side, the promiscuous side, my inner whore. I'd gone cold on the trucker as soon as we finished having sex mostly because I didn't need him any more. I'd taken his cock and I'd taken his load and that was all I needed from him. I suppressed my slutty urges enough to finish the days task, but that evening as I dropped the parishioners off again, I lingered at the rest area. I summoned my urges once again and allowed them to return to the surface. I craved more cock and more cum and I was going to satisfy myself all over again. I traversed the truck stop and the rest room with a devilish look in my eye searching for lovers and finding them everywhere I looked. I'd learned to turn "it" on and off, and for once I was no longer a mere lot lizard, but a true sexual serpent more appreciative than ever before of my so-called evil ways. The rest area that night was my own personal Garden of Eden and I was out to corrupt every man I met.