Needy Traveler By Mark S.
One of my favorite fuck experiences is when I was driving from the Connecticut suburbs of NYC to Georgia. It was 1990, the summer before I started university, and still early enough in the day that it wasn't too hot. I haven't changed much in body since then. I'm 5'7" and a little husky at 160 pounds. I was firm from lots of hard work at the boarding school my parents had sent me to. I also picked up an interest in lifting weights, so had a real sturdy body. My mom is white and my dad is black, and since they are my birth parents, that makes me "mixed". I'm white, black, and something totally different from both of them.
Anyway, I can't remember what town I was in, but I'd already passed a few large truck stops. The kind I've not seen anywhere in the US but the northeast. They seemed pretty busy, lots of travelers and what not. I wasn't necessarily looking for sex, though by this time I'd learned that it could be found in tearooms. I was just enjoying new freedom on my first solo drive, and future university life. My luck would be that someone would thief my car right there at the truck and rest stop while I was in the john or something. I decided to keep driving. Finally I saw road signs advertising a mall just a few miles down the road.
I pulled off at the exit and navigated through a couple of intersections till I was in the parking lot. I took notice of the department store I was near so as to find my car later, and went inside. This mall wasn't anything to write home about as for design, but once I'd gone into the john of the Sears department store, things were a totally different story.
This place was what I now understand to be classic sex-friendly design. There was a long hall that led to the outer door of the men's room, then there was a second door just a few steps away. The distance gave guys time to "straighten up" if they were in any suspicious positions. When I got inside, there were four guys at the urinals, six urinals in all, and there were six stalls and all of them were full. The guys in the open were from high school age to probably around 45 years old. One guy, about 30, was a little chunky but not very overweight. He was ruggedly handsome and hairy arms and tufts peeking from the neck of his low-buttoned shirt. One of the guys looked like he was from India or something. He was way darker than me but had the straightest jet-black hair. It was cut short and he seemed like a college jock-type.
"Damn!" I thought to myself. I just knew that these guys had to have been doing stuff just minutes before I walked in. Call it instinct or just smelling the aroma of man-sex in the air. I walked up to one urinal and unzipped. I had to piss still so did my thing. But when the other guys didn't piss or finish before I did, my suspicions were confirmed that something else was up.
I flushed and stood there shaking my cock a little. The other guys were looking down at their own cocks too. I sensed that one guy was uncomfortable with me being there. Maybe he realized that I was part black or something. Anyway, he put his cock away, zipped up, and left - kind of sighing loud like, as he passed me then left the restroom.
We all just stood there for a bit, not looking at each other or making any noises. Then when two of the guys at the urinal started making quick glances at each other, I started looking around openly checking everybody out and stroking my cock to full hardness. There now was a guy standing by himself one urinal away from the other two guys whom were looking at and stroking the others' hard cock. One of those two guys bent over and started sucking his buddy slow at first then faster cock-head sucks.
I looked at the other guy who was now standing alone. He was around his late 20's and about my height but a little slimmer. He had clean dark wavy hair combed back in a short, neat ponytail. He also had big ears. He was clean-shaven and seemed real manly. When he kind of made a motion with his head for me to come closer, I did, stepping sideways like nothing was happening all but for a hard 8" cock was sticking out of my pants.
The guys in the stalls had been shuffling, bending over looking under the partitions. They realized that everything was clear to resume whatever they'd been doing before. One guy knelt on the floor and stuck his cock under the stall partition to another guy who knelt down on knees and elbows and started sucking. I craned my neck and noticed that it was two black guys.
"Hot damn! Got some cock-lovin' brothas hear." I mentally cheered. Meanwhile, my urinal partner and I began stroking each other's cock. He had about 7" and larger around than mine. It curved down and had a big meaty head and huge piss hole. It looked like a cock that had made at least a few guys happy - I liked it, I wanted it and not just to suck.
For about a year, I'd been poking myself with a few travel-sized spray bottles. They were about the size of two fingers stuck up there. I'd almost gotten fucked with a real cock two years earlier, during my sophomore year of high school. My parents, younger brother and sister had gone out of town for the weekend. I picked this guy up outside a bar (I was underage) but took him to my old junior high school even though I had our suburban house to myself. He was hot for me cause I, a strong young man wanted to get fucked. I was hot for him cause he was an even stronger, almost straight-like or so it seemed black guy and he didn't look bad either. I was so hot at almost having a guys cock in me that I came before the guy could get 2" of his 7"cock in my ass. After that, it hurt too much when he tried to continue.
So here I was, in this mall tearoom I'd never been to before, and thinking about getting some strangers' cock up my ass. I'm kind of surprised at the number of guys who settle for a mouth job over a butt hole. I don't pass up blowjobs, but I personally crave butt-sex and can go top or bottom.
Well, my hole was already lubeing itself and puckering up real hungry like. This guy had no idea what I wanted, all he saw was an big angry cock in front. He started to kneel down to suck me off, but I stopped him. He looked at me, confused and almost disappointed that I was probably one of those jack-off-only guys.
I made an attempt to explain. "No, I don't want that. I mean, thanks but I don't have a lot of time." Then added, "Do you fuck?" By this time I'm thinking, I hope this works out cause I might have to stop down the road a ways and hopefully there will be another mall or truck stop, where a guy will fuck my hole. Then I got to thinking even more, and was horny at the idea of fucking and/or getting fucked along the way as I traveled.
"Yea" he replied. His words had to echo in my mind for a second before my heart rate increased and my skin got real hot. I think my nostrils must have flared, my ears burned and my ass hole yawned open and shut at his reply. "Yea! He fucked!" I thought to myself, "O god, I'm gonna get this guys cock in my hole so help me! This boy here is finally going to get fucked!" Never mind that he might now want to fuck me. I didn't think about such things at that age.
"Would you fuck me?" I asked. We looked into each other's eyes as my hand glided up and down his log. We both wanted it. I don't know if he wanted it just cause he liked to fuck or cause he wanted to fuck a guy who was 'black', or close to it. I didn't care.
I knew nothing of the mall or the area around it. So I followed his suggestion that we leave and I was to follow him to his apartment which was less than a mile away. I reminded him that I was on the road and had to be going soon so couldn't stay too long afterward. I stopped at a pay phone once we left the tearoom and the guys who had moved from sucking to rimming, finger fucking and back. No one still hadn't gotten off and freed up a stall so his suggestion to leave was a good one.
The guy seemed okay. He told me his name was Loren, short for Lorenzo, but I made a quick phone call home to say where I was and that I'd just stopped to rest and would be on the road again. This way, if I became "missing", authorities could know
He lived in a mother-in-law setup behind someone else's house. We talked for a minute or two on his living room couch. Turns out he too was a graduate student, recently broke up with his girl after realizing that he really wanted to be with a guy. I told him I was going to be a university student and where I was headed.
"I sure wish you were a student here. We could have so much fun fucking each other. You are so hot, dude!" he said. My cock started turning into a boner, and instantly I felt that I had too many cloths on. I got down on the floor and said, "Come here" as I held his hand and pulled him on top of me. We looked into each other's eyes, his crotch pressed into mine and our faces met. This was the hottest sex I'd had since the guy I'd tried to take up me.
Our arms and legs were everywhere on each other, popping buttons and pulling off clothes. Naked except for our socks, we both went to his bedroom with ridged rods poking out from our crotches. Whoever said that gay sex was a sin, don't know what they're talking about unless they mean it's a sin for gay sex to be so fucking good.
We got on the bed and he reached over for some kind of jelly he had under his side of the bed. This was before we knew about safer sex, using condoms and water-soluble lubrication. He wiped out the Vaseline and I knew we were in business.
The thought in my mind was, "Oh god, I need this man." I told him about the guy I almost took, and travel-sized spray bottles. I was acting like some debutante slut or something, but I didn't care. My interracial male-hole was hungry. I just wanted to jack-off while he rammed me in the rear. I fuck ass so good now because I know how it's supposed to feel. I try to make the bottom guy feel like I want to feel when I'm getting screwed. The same goes for being a top. I keep learning knew things about using my hole to make a guy feel like he's totally engulfed. "Get up on your knees and elbows," he said. I did, my head resting on his bed pillows. He got behind me soon I felt his tongue on my opening. "Fuck!" I said, wriggling my butt around on his face. I could feel him breathing between my ass-cheeks. "Lick my hole dude! Oh damn. Yea, do it baby!" I was pushing my hole out and his tongue was poking in a little ways. "Get that fucking cock in me, please!" I pleaded.
I was in a hurry to get back out on the road. Mom and dad would wonder why I took such a long rest at one stop. Even more, couldn't stand another moment of not having had a real dick fucking my ass. I had to have it happen. Away with the travel-sized spray bottles, I needed real human penis, man!
My knees were spread wide as I knelt there on his bed. I'm sure my ass looked every bit as inviting as other guys' asses have to me when they're in that position. He jammed his tongue as far up my hole as he could one last time.
"Augh!" I groaned, as I pushed my butt back onto his mouth.
"Shit, baby, I could eat that sweet black boy pussy all day long, man. I love to eat ass," he said as he leaned forward and kissed my ass cheeks and on up my back. I shivered from the sensation of his touch. I wished that we did have all day, but we didn't. "Please, come on man. You gonna fuck me or not?" He dipped his fingers into the jelly and rubbed it up and down around my pucker. "Do you know how good your ass-hole feels on my fingers man? I love this shit, dude."
He finally poked a finger in me but this pace was going too slow. I wouldn't be back on the road for hours if he kept this up. I reached over and got a glob of jelly reached back and smeared it on his cock. It took a few coatings to grease up his large piece really good. I thought he'd jump on me after this and got down with both elbows on the bed. He was trying to put a second finger in me when I reached back again and grabbed his penis.
"You're an impatient bitch aren't you?" he said with a little laugh in his voice. "That's good cause I love male-whores. Can't ever get enough ass, really." "Well get in on this one now, okay?" I said a little harried. "I gotta go soon." "You're lucky you're not my boyfriend. Your ass would never have a break cause I'd be in it every chance I got. Damn, it's not fair man!"
While he was jabbering, he'd let his body follow my guiding hand and I quickly had the meaty head of his cylinder in my canal. I hurt like hell too, but if I was going to get fucked, I had to endure this little bit of pain. I decided it was better to endure the little discomfort than miss getting fucked. After the pain shot around my sphincter a second or two I just thought to keep going, if it hurt it'd hurt, but I'd finally have a guy put all his cock inside me.
"Wait a second baby", he said to me. God, I loved that - this masculine white boy wanted me for his 'baby', his manly pussy-boy, his 'girl'. He wanted my black body. Fuck racism and prejudice, he really wanted me - and I wanted him. I was panting and trying to figure out how this was done with such a size. "Push out on your ass hole, like you're taking a shit" he directed.
Of course! I knew this from the little spray-bottles, but maybe size does make a difference cause I just couldn't remember what to do at that moment I was getting pronged with the biggest thing my ass hole had seen in it's young life.
I was glad that he wasn't longer than 7" or I'd have given up, but soon, his tree-truck sized cock slid deeper and deeper inside. I went crazy with lust, shoving my whole body back and taking him to the hilt. "Augh, sweet god!" My hole and tunnel was opening and closing like I had to fart or shit, but was trying to hold it in. This made my guy go wild too.
"Hell, you've got a tight ass hole!" he said. "Suck that dick man! Suck it in your ass!" I did, involuntarily for a few minutes. When things calmed down and my rectum relaxed a little, he started pulling back. My ass just began closing down almost without my control.
"No, I'm not leaving ya baby" he cooed to my fuck-hole and me. "Just gotta get this party started up your twitching black man-cunt," he said while running his hands up and down my back and massaging the back of my neck.
I couldn't believe how his penis made my guts feel. This was no comparison to those pathetic bottles I'd been using. It was infinitely better! I reared back on my haunches, enjoying this new pleasure. I kind of miss the feel of bareback fucking, but it's just insane to try that these days. I'm just glad I had one such fuck to remember.
We kept this position up for about 10 minutes then shifted to me being on my side and him laying down behind me and lifting up one of my legs. This felt good to and I'd never done it this way while alone with my little toys. It was very comfortable. I rested my head on his pillows, arched my back and jammed my ass up onto his crotch. We banged like that for another 10 minutes or so, then he spun us both around so he was on his back and I was squatting over him. I really felt like a cunt then. He was just lying there enjoying the view and feel of me riding his big frank.
He was a talker, as I've learned that I am too, and we bother just talked each other's ear off for another 15 minutes. My attempt to quickly be on the road again had flown out the window. All I could think about was how long would he stay hard so I could ride him.
"Good 'girl'," he said, shaking my mind out of its pleasure daze. He was looking up at me as I'd been riding him, pulling on my cock, eyes closed and mouth open in an 'O' shape. I was breathing heavy out of my 'O'-shaped mouth too. I closed it as I looked down at him, into the eyes of a dude whose naked penis was up the throat of my anus. Smiled crept onto our faces. His eyes were glossed and sparkly with lust and he said, "You've got bedroom eyes, man. I could really stick with somebody like you."
I knew what he meant. I sometimes felt the same in spite of my lack of experience. He pulled me down to him and latched his mouth onto mine. I sucked his tongue into me, then switched, sticking my tongue down his throat. He started power-ramming up into the dark side of my chute like his cock hadn't been going to the right location all this time and he had to hurry and get it where it should be. He held my face to his with one arm around my neck, keeping me in the bent over position. His other arm was on my back trying to get a grip as to pull me even harder on to him. We both were getting close. I sensed that this was a race to the finish line and began pumping my pole for all I was worth.
I pulled my mouth away from his and went for his ear. "Screw that white jock-cock in my black-boy pussy," I whispered between licking and sucking his hearing orifice. Bang. "Ugh, ahhh yea!" Bang. "Oooh, that's good!" Bang, bang. "Feed your ass-breeder into a black boy's butthole where it belongs!" I was crazed with fuck lust. Soon he banged himself to the bottom of my ass guts on one frantic jam and held it deep inside. My ass was sucking again because of his ferocious thrusts and my jacking-off. I pulled my tongue out of his throat as I needed to get more air to breath and I guess he did too. Our mouths were open wide but our lips still connected. He was almost crying and breathing in wild deep gulps of air, me breathing some of his air and him breathing some of mine.
The next thing I know he got a grip on my shoulders and pushed me up so I was sitting on him. Still panting, he lifted his hips and pulled down on my shoulders. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" he cried. I yanked my legs up so my feet were flat on the bed and I was squatting with every inch of his meat in me.
"Augh! Oh god, I'm coming dude! Baby, I'm coming in your sweet black hole! Macho-bitch is taking good white-man cock, aint ya! Oh fuck, yea baby - my cock and cum belong in your male-vagina!"
It seems I just lunged over the cliff when he said that. I ground my nooky hole on his jerking, twitching piece and totally spewed hot juice all over his chest. He actually didn't start cuming till I did, but shot so hard into me, his seed was like burning lava as it splashed deep inside the throat of my rectum. Butt-sex was something I'd be looking for from now on. Top or bottom, I knew this for a fact.
We were fucked out, but I did have to get going. Loren, short for Lorenzo, and I have kept in touch ever since. He's got a husband now, but I'll always remember the fuck he gave this needy traveler.