Hey, guys... wow! I'm branching out all over the place. and running multiple story lines now . between the "Straight Bars." series, the new "True Beginnings" line, and now I'm just breaking off to tell a quickie about this past weekend - which could very well turn into yet another `continuing saga'.
Of course, before we go any farther, we have to get this out of the way: If you are underage (18, I suppose), or in a geo-political area that prohibits such fare, or you are offended by sexually explicit tales of man-to-man relationships . please locate that "back" button, or click on the `X' at the upper right !!!! Otherwise read on . and, I certainly hope, enjoy !!!
The Pit Stops . by CNJShore9
No.. this isn't a NASCAR story (although I may go there someday, too.).. It's just your average run-of-the-mill "pit stop" when traveling the Thruway - you know the kind -- when your bladder says "STOP!". .and, well.maybe it's not that "run-of-the-mill".
I have a buddy that owns a little bungalow up in the Catskills and he lets me head up there whenever I feel the need to get the heck away. Sometimes I go up the same time as he and his wife, since it has two bedrooms, and we still have our privacy', but I much prefer to go there when no one else is around. Now that's really private' !! .and let's face it, I'm not about to bring some hunk home when there is a straight couple in the next room. Yes, they "know about me", and seem quite comfortable with it. but I don't flaunt it in their faces. Besides, I'm not that comfortable with it myself at times -- only having been "out" and able to "be me" for the past few years.
For those of you who haven't read any or many of my previous stories, I am a 55 year-old widower. Although I knew I was gay' (or queer' as we called it then) when I was about 12, I buckled under to the family and professional pressures in my 20's and "went straight". Yeah, I know, some of you will say I just "lacked courage"..but I actually wanted children - not something that would have ever been found in a gay relationship back then - and I'm very proud, and lucky, to say that I have 3 wonderful offspring, who have given me double that in grandkids.
But back to "Peter". Those of you on AOL can go check out my profile - which includes some (g') pics . ..and for the rest of you .. I'm, as I said, 55 y/o, 5'10", 195#, graying brown hair and brown eyes. My hair is now cut very short and I have a stache and goatee - an attempt of sorts to re-invent' myself after my change in life status. Although I'm getting `less in shape' by the month . I'm still considered attractive by a few guys I meet now and again. I'm no gym rat, but how many guys over a half- century are? (Yeah. I know .. there are some. and, yes, a few of them make me drool, too !!!) . but I am what you see..and what you get.
So.. Back to the story.
I decided to drive up to the NY place this weekend. Friday was an absolutely gorgeous day!!! Sun shining. temperature in the 60's.. I had the sun-roof open on my car, the windows down at half mast, and the CD-player cranking out Tchaikovsky and Bach at full-tilt !!! What better way to shoot north on the Garden State Parkway and the NY State Thruway!?! (For you Mapquest buffs, that's the route between the New Jersey Shore and the Catskill Mountains !)
Back when I used to make 4-hour trips up to that area with my wife, I was not allowed to drink anything for 2 hours before we left, or during the drive. She did not stop !!!! I could be drowning in my own back-up', but that did not get help!!!! .but, now I can do my own thing (and do it once in a while!). what I mean is that I generally stop at almost every service area on the road to drain the last diet- Coke or large tea . and buy a new one !!! It also gives me a chance to get out and stretch my legs . and .. well.. yeah. it also gives me a chance to check the layout of the local facilities and whatever might be hanging out there'!
Now, please don't get me wrong. I am not one of those trolls that take up residence' in the tea-rooms. Sure I check things out while in there, but I don't "hang around"! I go in, I see what's worth getting close to, and I "do what I gotta". Of course, I don't hug the porcelain, or go into a stall. I just walk up, take it out, and go'. Naturally, I look to see if anyone seems interested' .. and if there is someone, I don't hide things. But I don't make it obvious, and certainly don't stroke or go for bone - and never, never do I do anything overt' (no quick grabs or such). I had a buddy got pinched for that a few years back. Turned out the guy next to him was a cop!! (Yes, it's still against the law here in the states!) So, I've learned things like. don't ever `show' first. and if he's really studly and hugging the porcelain. stay clear!
Well.. in retrospect.I must admit this was one of the premier' trips north that I've made recently. It seems there was someone, or something, on display' at every stop !!!
In the first one, there was a young guy, who I would guess to be late teens or early 20's, maybe 6'2" or so, thin, with a hog that you wouldn't believe just flopping it around. Nothing coming out..so he was definitely showing'. That baby had to be 7 or 8, nicely cut, inches in floppy' mode !!!! But ..not in my `book' then. So with that "picture" in my mind (should I need it later), I departed, got my refill and again headed north.
At the next stop, there was really nothing. What had been a row of urinals with no shields, was now profoundly f*kd! They had remodeled and installed `privacy'. Skip it.
The next stop had an older guy, probably in his mid-60's, standing at the middle position (of 3 without shields). When I walked in, the guy at the left spot hurriedly tucked away' and moved toward the sinks. The look on his face was quite clear. Something had been going on - or about to start - as I walked in. So, I just went and took his old postion. As soon as I had my old friend in my hand and started to piss, the older guy backed away from the porcelain and it was obvious what was on his mind. I must say, for a guy that age, it was certainly proud'! Had to be well over 6 thick inches with a very wide head. He stroked it a few times, so I had to at least be courteous.and I backed up and stroked my own up to it's full 6.5 cut inches. Then he reached down and pulled his balls out of his trousers. They were pretty nice on the egg-size scale. So I again reciprocated and pulled my out. Well. last time I actually compared to some eggs I had in the refrigerator, mine are X-large. He looked. his eyes got big.and he said "wow!"
However, I know that this particular rest area has `patrols', so I don't play there. I winked at him and whispered, "Sorry.. I have to go.." He smiled and said, "I know.." and so I put the tackle away and left. But there was a little extra lilt to my step!!
The next stop had a few good things to check out and I was there long enough to get a few good future fantasies', but it's not one of the better areas. There's really no place to go if you do find an interested party'. So. off I went up the road.
As usual, I wandered around in the food court area, watching to see what was going into the men's room before I `wasted a trip in'. About that time, I saw this rather short (maybe 5'5" or 5'6") thin fellow going in. He was wearing a light beige western-style shirt, blue jeans, and tan western boots (just had to be a trucker!). So I "followed".
As luck would have it, the urinal next to him was open, so I moved right in. Staring straight ahead (as etiquette' has it), I unzipped and pulled my stroker out. Then very slowly I tilted my head and looked over to my left and down. "WOW!!!" it was in my head, but I really had to work to not say it aloud. Like so many other smaller stature guys, this sucker was hung like a pony !!!! ..and he was uncut!!!! (now those of you who know me. you know that uncut is a super-plus in my book!) Cutting my eyes away and looking back up at the tile in front of me, I just shivered. Then, for whatever reason, I turned back to my left and looked him square in the face. There he was, looking at me and smiling. I cut my eyes back down to see that he was hefting' that big meat in no uncertain way.
Right at that moment a State Trooper stepped up to the now- vacated urinal on my right !! Damn!! Maybe 30.dark hair and eyes, wide shoulders, broad chest, and damned good looking in the face! Wouldn't you know !!! I really wanted to look down and over there and check that out too, but let's face it guys. I'm chicken !!! Don't go there !!! (Yes.. there are a bunch who would love to have you hangin' on their meat, but . then. there are those others.. so don't f*ck with fate !!!) so I `put it away' and went to wash my hands.
While I was trying to get that damned `no touch' towel dispenser to work, I looked over and there was my trucker- guy standing there lifting his package in his levis. I just winked at him, dried my hands, and went out the door.
It was another 30 miles or so to the next stop'. I got in my car and headed out. As I was about 10 miles shy of the next stop, I looked over to my left as a little black Miata passed me. "Holy shit!" I thought.. As I recognized my trucker' driving that f*kin' "pregnant-rollerskate"!! "Where's his `rig' ?"
At that point, I just gave it all up. this was going to be another of a series of `uneventful' trips to the bungalow.
When I pulled in at the next service area, I saw the Miata in the lot. Getting out of my car, I walked into the `lodge' and, sure enough, there he was, standing next to the display kisok in the center of the food court. As I headed toward the men's room, I looked at him and he caught my eye. As I went inside, I could see that he was right behind me.
I took up my position in the line of 12 or more (unshielded) urinals and did what I really needed .. pulled it out and let loose with a major stream!!! Although there were only a couple other porcelain plumbings in use, but he moved in to the one immediately on my right. I could only do what I had to do .. I looked over and down.. and there was that better-than-a-whopper flopping in his hand!!! That time I looked him directly in the face and said, "yes!" That was all I said. Of course, I also let my cock just lie in my open right hand where he could see it in all its glory.
He knew exactly what I meant. The ball was now definitely "in his court"!!
"Follow me," he said, simply.
"Okay," I said.
At that point I wasn't at all sure just what I wanted - to do, or to have done. I just knew that I was `entrapped' by that gorgeous cock. So I followed him out of the men's room, and then out the door to the parking lot.
That's when I got confused. He turned left into the truck parking lot and not toward the `car parking' and the little black car I had just seen him in. But I kept following.
We got into the truck parking area, and made our way over to the right and then through a couple other big rigs, finally stopping at the tractor door for a well-known Canadian hauler.
"Hop in," he said as he unlocked and opened the door.
"Wait a minute," I said. "You were driving a Miata..?? How did you get the keys to this rig?"
"I got a buddy," he said, matter-of-factly. "I drive long- hauls. a lot of the time he follows me. He has the Mazda. ..and when there is "a chance". sometimes, he hauls the rig while I check things out a lot faster and easier."
Well. I must say.. one of my greatest (not-so-hidden) desires has been to be f*ked in the sleeping compartment of a big-ass truck !!!! So I didn't hesitate at all. I climbed up into the driver's seat and then into the sleeping area. "Holy, shit," I thought, "it's finally gonna happen!"
Let's just say that `wiry little fuck' hoisted himself in and into the compartment like a gymnast!! He was definitely ready to do some major damage to me, one way or another!
"Strip it," he firmly commanded.
I didn't argue. I just started taking it off .taking it -all- off !! .and he was matching me shirt, shoes, jeans, and shorts .. one-for-one !!! In about 10 seconds, I was stripped.and so was he !!! both our cocks were standing as tall as they could!! ..of course, his was a good 2 or 3 inches longer than mine. that stud was hung !!!! and his balls. well .. let's say. I could "dine" on those for days !!! along with 3 other guys!!!
That "little fuck" was anything but little !!!
About that time he bent forward and took my (now seemingly little) 6.5 inches and went all the way down to his nose in my pubes. I moaned. Oh, yes!! Did I moan!!!! That guy was a cross between a volcano and an over-powered Hoover !!!! There was no doubt that he was definitely into man-on- man !!! I just didn't know yet, how much. ..but I was both going to, and eager to, learn.
I reached over and pulled him around enough that I could get my hand on that raging cock! Oh, shit!! Did that feel good! There is nothing like the contradictive feeling of both soft and steel-hard at the same time - especially the soft, pliable skin of an uncut. I love that feeling. There is, to me, nothing more erotic than the feel of the skin moving so far up and down the shaft as on an uncut guy. Except, maybe .. to be able to see that head being exposed and then covered by that delicious hood. I love to just watch that head appear and disappear. So shiny and smooth when it's there in sight.
Have you ever experienced the feeling and taste of getting your tongue in under the skin and wrapping it around that incredibly smooth and sensitive knob. Oh the pleasure of it!!
Now, I will say .. it has to be clean.. I'm not into cheese or any stink. But when it's clean and shiny and has that incredible bluish or purple tint . oh.. I am in heaven !! It is sooooo much more erotic than the typical grey-pink, dried look of a cut cockhead.
Well, let's just say this guy had it all !! Slick, shiny, bluish, beginning to take on a deep red-purple color, and wide as a plum!! I could feel it with my hand and see it a bit. but I wanted it in my mouth and then (yeah, I knew then) up my chute !!!
"Get over me," I demanded. I was now going to take control. Oh. I may be a bottom, but that doesn't mean I can't be assertive too! That's just the way I like it. egalitarian.. I'm not a submissive bitch. and I don't like being with one of them . I can be dominant' when necessary.. and there are times I like a dominant' . Well, almost surprisingly, he did as I said. There it was hanging (or standing) right over my face. I reached up with my right hand and pulled that big fucker down to my lips.
As I pulled it down and wrapped my lips and tongue around it, he dove all the way down on my cock, buried his nose in my balls, and moaned like he was about to come unglued.
Then I started to really "work on it". It was big, and quite frankly, it was more than I was used to having in my mouth and throat. I tend to stick to the 6 or so size.. One I can easily accommodate. But this was both a challenge and an overwhelming desire!! My mind already told me that I was going to get 2 loads out of that big baby - one in the mouth and then one up my ass!!
I went from Hoover, to Eureka, to Dirt Devil !!! Holy Shit!! Was I working that prong!!! ..and .. c'mon. who can hold up to that!!?!?! I now had his balls in my hand and was pulling them and stretching them and twisting them. Oh, damn! They felt good .. nice and big. and the ball sack was just hairy enough to feel those curlies and wish I had the time to suck on them too. Maybe when I start to work him up for "Round 2".
He started to make more noises, short moans, louder moans, then squeals.. "Nnnnnnnnggggggggggggggg!" he whimpered... "Ooooohhh, Oooooooooohhhhh. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.. Nggggggggggg! Oh, fuck! Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck!!!" it may not have been English, but I sure as hell knew what he was saying !!!!!
...and Krakatoa, or Mount St. Helens !!!!! that baby erupted the likes of which you can't imagine. Luckily it didn't blow off half the bulbous head - or my skull !!! Unfortunately, I'm not a really experienced guy at taking bolting shots. and what he unloaded had to be a full 10.0 on the richter scale!!! So there I was -- my mouth bulging with hot man-sauce and much of it running out and down the sides of my face. I swallowed again and again.. finally getting most of it down. ( I'm not a really a "cum junkie", so it wasn't something I relished and did regularly .. but nor was I offended by it). Yes, it was one hell of a load of cum.. and I could take that.. but it really wasn't the cum that I wanted.. it was to know that I had given him the ultimate pleasure' .. that's what I like, making my partner' feel really really good..
But I wanted it one more time now !! and you know where !!
When he finally calmed down from his obviously incredible orgasm, I looked him straight on and asked, "Now will you fuck me?"
"Gimme a minute to recover .. No. give me about 15 minutes . and, if that's what you want, . you can be damned sure I'll do that for you!"
By now we were side-by-side on the bunk . facing each other. faces even. I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He didn't flinch, so I now knew that he was not one of those "straights that like to play on the side". He would kiss!
"Okay," I said. "We'll just lie here and `recover'."
But then I moved up closer to him and reached behind his head with my left hand and pulled his face to mine. Our lips met, and then opened, and our tongues began the duel.
Pretty soon we were all entangled. Legs over legs.cocks together.lips together. My left arm over his back. His right arm holding me tightly. Two men just enjoying the feel of each other.
I guess it was 10 minutes or so when I felt his manhood begin to rise again. Of course, with one that size, it becomes pretty apparent !!!
"Hmmmmmm," I muttered.
"Yeah," he responded.
Then he rolled over on top of me. Face to face, cock to cock.. and began to slowly hump into me.
"MMMMMmmmm," I responded.
"Yeah," he countered.
"You think you can take this big fucking cock?" he asked.
"Oh.. yeah.. you betcha!" I said with no restraint.
"Better get the Slick," he said.
"Yeah.. think you'll need that," I answered.
Reaching up over my head into the small compartment on the right, he pulled out a bottle of lube.
Just then there was a knock on the driver's side door.
"Oh, fuck!" he muttered. "The bastard has perfect timing!"
Slipping down into the driver's seat, he rolled the window part-way down and leaned out. I couldn't hear most of the words, but there was apparently a bit of an argument going on.
After a couple minutes, he rolled the window back up and climbed back into the sleeping compartment with me. "Told him he's on his own ." he said. (I can only assume that was his buddy and he wasn't happy being left out, but . well, maybe next time!!)
Climbing back into the bunk, he picked up the lube and squeezed out a large dollop onto the fingers of his right hand and went straight to my manhole.
It was cold at first.. But as he worked it around my twitching brownie, I relaxed and felt that I was going to be `very happy' very soon !!
He started to work one then two fingers into my horny hole. Then another.. Then he raised his hand and added another squeeze from the bottle, and I could hear the slapping sound as he thoroughly coated his monster cock.
Reaching under my legs, he pushed them up and over his shoulders until I was doubled up.. And I could feel his prodding manhood trying to discover the way into my hot cavern. I shifted slightly to get that arrowhead in line. And then I lifted up to him. He sensed what I was doing and immediately pushed forward.
..and the head penetrated. Damn!! That was big!! And it hurt!!! At least momentarily. Then I felt the rest of him begin to slide into my deepest recesses. Ohhhhhhh. was that nice!!! Oooohhhhhhhh. do I love that feel !!! Ohhhhhhhh.. c'mon, babe .slide that delicious cock into me .. all the way . all the way to the hilt !!!
"Ooooohhhhh, yeah, babe... OOOOoohhhhhh that is sooooo good!!! . Ooohhhh, yeah.. Push that baby into me!! Ohhh, yeah.. now fuck me, stud!! Yeah!! Fuck that hole you pounding cock !!"
By now, I'm throwing my ass up to him to meat every one of his pile-driving thrusts!! My ass wants to eat him balls and all !! Oh, damn! Do I love that feeling of a hot, hard, blood-filled, throbbing prong pounding its way into my ass !!!! .and pound, he did !!!
"Holy, shit!" he exclaimed. "Where did you learn to fuck like that?!!??! Oh, fuck!!! That is the best piece of ass I've had in months !! Oh.. c'mon, baby, fuck me back !!!! Ohhh!!! Ohhhhhh! OOOOOOOOOOohhhhhhh!"
I don't know what it takes to make a big-assed PeterBuilt, or White, or whatever tractor rock, but I know we were doing it !!!! `cause, baby, that peter in my ass was sure as shit built !!!!
I have never.. and I repeat.. never!... had a fucking like that one !!!! That little fucker with the great big cock was an expert !!!! We "fought" for a good 15 minutes before he started to really make man-fuck noises !!! This was a man that could drive a railroad spike with a tackhammer and outpace any of the rest of the crew!!
My brain had long ago quit on me. It was just being slammed around in my skull as that hot ramrod drove in and out of my hungry chute!!! I could hear the juicy, slapping sounds as he drove it home and his groin slammed into my thighs and balls. I was clinching and using every muscle in my insides to drain that monster teet of whatever sweet milk it might have ready to release.
"OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhh.. Fucckkkkkkkkk .. It'ssss gonnnnnna shoooooootttttt!!! Oooooohhhhhhh..baby. I'mmmmmmmm gonna fill your asssssss!!! Oooooh. Ooohhhhhhh.. OOoooooooohhhhh.. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww.Nnnngggggg... Here it cummmzzzzzz. here it cummmzzzzzzz!!!!!!!" and he slammed that big fuck tool all the way to the hilt and just froze!!!!
Then I felt it swell inside me .. the head felt like it was going to split my guts open, it got so wide!! Then it made the last eruption into `a nothing'. That gorgeous baby must have pumped at least a full quart of lava-hot, thick and pearly manseed into me !!!! I could feel the heat of all that juice as it whitewashed my insides.
He could do nothing more than just hang on and quiver all over as his cock took complete control and just kept jerking, swelling, throbbing, and spurting!!! What little grey-matter I had that was working, just knew that he was using no more cells than I was !!!! He was in a total white- out !!! His cock, his balls, and his cum were all there were in the world!!
That's when I somehow felt the heat of my own juice as it squirted between us. It has been a long time since I got fucked to a `hands-free' . but this is one I will remember for a long time !!!
Slowly he came down from his ultimate high.. "Oh, fuck!" he finally whispered. "Holy, fucking, shit!! That was good!!!"
"Yep!" I quipped. "That was damned good!"
I reached down and grabbed his head from both sides and pulled his face to mine. I kissed him simply and quickly. "Thanks, you hot fuck. I really needed that," I said; and I moved to get out of the bed.
He actually looked surprised. I think he is used to being the one that ends things'. and I had already done so!! But as I said. there are times I like to be on top' (even if on the bottom).
So I slid out of the bed/compartment, managed to find and get my clothes back on, and turned to the still-a-bit stunned guy, kissed him on the lips then the forehead and said, "watch for me. I'm up here every month or so..and next time. your buddy is welcome to join us, I hope." With that I opened the door and climbed out, knowing there was going to be a very wet stain in the seat of my jeans the rest of the trip!!
I hope you enjoyed that story If you didn't, please tell me why you didn't.. I do also appreciate constructive criticism' .. but if you want to just write and flame me' . you'll get `deleted' !! btw ..(time for a blatant advertisement) I have a lot of stories out here on Nifty, just use the "Authors" link to find them .and let me know if you like them too .. I'm Peter. and I'm at Cnjshore9@aol.com