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ROAD TRIP SLUT
by Backlash29
Four years ago, I moved from Portland, OR to Atlanta. I had just broken up with a hot guy who fucked me constantly (which I liked) but who was also very possessive (which I didn't like). The time was right for a change, and after deciding to relocate I also made up my mind I was going to enjoy my newfound independence. I was a major slut during my last few months in Portland, picking up guys at bars and online every week-end and sometimes even during the week to fuck my mouth and ass. I'd spent over a year in my relationship, and I relished the idea of making up for lost time. I was 29 and hot. The world was mine.
My new company was too fucking cheap to pay for my move, so I decided to save some bucks by packing everything myself and driving across the country with a U-Haul. I gave myself three weeks to make the trip, thinking the open road would be relaxing and enjoyable.
Man, was I wrong. Within the first few hours I was totally bored. By the time I pulled into the roadside motel in northern California that first night, I was seriously questioning my decision to make this trip solo. I guess road trips were more fun when I was younger and less preoccupied. I was also horny as hell...
The kid who checked me into the motel that first night was very cute, kind of half-punk, half trailer-trash chicken. I flirted a little, and when he gave me my key, he flashed me a cute little smile. I told him to stop by my room later if he got bored. Within twenty minutes, he was knocking at the door of my shitty little motel room.
"I'm Trevor," he said, even though I'd already read his name off the stupid nametag that he wore.
I grinned and let him in. Without a word, I dropped to my knees and yanked down his baggy jeans to reveal a nice big half-hard dick. It had to be a good nine inches or so. He was a little shocked, but I was plenty hungry, so I sucked his cock like a starving person for ten solid minutes until he shot a nice big wad of jizz down my throat. Then, not missing a beat, I pulled my own clothes off and got on my knees on the bed.
"Fuck me, Trevor," I told my hot young friend. "I need it bad."
Trevor was incredulous, and his cock immediately swung back into "hard" position. "Really?" he asked. "Guys don't usually let me fuck 'em. Say I'm too big. So they always wanna fuck me instead."
"Well, you're not too big, trust me," I told him. "You do have a sweet ass, but I really want to feel some cock inside me. Go on, fuck me nice and hard. I've been driving all day and I really need to feel a big dick like yours up inside my hole. Just lube it up and push it in. Oh god, I really need to be fucked!"
The kid complied, and moments later he was filling me up with his big cock. He was probably seventeen or eighteen years old, tops, but he had the cock of a full-grown man. I released a sigh of pleasure as it found its way up deep in my ass and started plunging in and out. Being such a young buck, he only lasted a few minutes inside me, even on his second orgasm. Soon he was filling my aching butt with his young cum.
"That was nice," I told him when he was done, not getting up from the bed.
"Yeah," he agreed, pulling his pants on again with a goofy grin. "I don't get to do that much. Thanks."
"Anytime. I'm here until tomorrow morning."
Trevor just blushed and kept grinning. "OK," he said, and left the room.
I stayed naked after that, flipping channels on the TV and lazily fingering my ass to taste some of Trevor's precious load. To me, there's nothing sweeter than eating fresh cum right from the hole it's shot in. I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew a loud pounding at the door had startled me to attention.
Pulling a towel around myself, I went to the door. Standing there was a man in his mid-thirties, kind of scrawny but in a cute way, with long hair and a scruffy goatee. He wore a farmer's hat and had a wild grin on his face. "Yes?" I asked.
"Lil' Trevor sez you like cock," the man said bluntly. "Sez he fucked you up here about an hour ago." I looked at the man, puzzled, and peered around him to see if anyone was with him. I saw a couple of long-haul truck rigs parked in the unlit gravel lot, and I could make out a few shadowy figures milling about. The man continued: "Usually Trevor's the boy we fuck when we're moving through these parts. But Trevor sez you liked his dick. Sez you really took it. So we figure you might wanna take a swing on some of ours."
The reality sunk in: I was being invited to be the bottom in a trucker gang-bang. Instinctively I closed my eyes, dreaming of making myself available for this group of anonymous horny men, and I realized it was the perfect antidote to the long day's boring drive. Before I could think better of it, I heard myself say yes.
The scrawny cute guy turned around and whistled to his companions. "Hey! Over here! We got a live one!"
I dropped my towel and turned back into the room, leaving the door open. A single lamp turned low filled the room with dim light. The TV was left on, at low volume, in the background. I simply got back on the bed (where a puddle of Trevor's cum had leaked out of my butt onto the bedspread while I napped) and got on my knees at the center of the mattress. I figured these guys would do the rest, and I was right.
For the first two or three fucks I didn't even look behind me. I was so happy to get cock inside me that I scarcely cared whom it was attached to. I had a suspicion these truckers probably weren't much to look at, anyway. So I was content to simply remain there, taking their cocks doggy-style, until they had all satisfied themselves and shot their loads up inside me. I groaned happily as they fucked my asshole nice and hard.
It could have just gone on like that, but my trucker friends had other plans for me. After the first few guys dropped their loads into my hole, men started coming around the other side of the bed and feeding me their cocks so I could be filled at both ends simultaneously. Hot. I dutifully sucked one cock, then another, and then another. These dudes all had big raging boners, and when I looked up at their faces and bodies, I realized they weren't quite as fat and ugly as I expected. I mean, they weren't porn star quality or twink-like adonises, although I was surprised to notice more than half of them were around my age, and some were solidly in their mid-twenties. Overall, they were simply decent-looking guys in good shape who obviously loved sex. And most of them had cocks that were much bigger than I could have hoped for!
Before long, I was being rolled onto my back, and when I was I saw for the first time the true scope of the situation. There were at least a dozen men in the room with me, in various stages of undress and arousal. I hadn't guessed this, because they were making very little noise--I suppose not to call special attention from the other rooms in the motel. All of the studs stood around jerking their big rods as they watched me get penetrated by cocks in my mouth and ass. As the stud fucking me held my legs over his shoulders and pounded his throbbing bone in and out of my hungry hole, I tipped my head to each side, sucking off the dudes who had gathered on my left and right to feed me their hard, dripping trucker cocks.
This went on for three blissful hours. My butt was filled with load after load of hot trucker cream. Most of the guys fucked me at least twice. One guy managed to cum in my hole four times, and he was probably the hottest of all of them. He had a powerful hairy chest and steel blue eyes, not to mention (like most of these dudes) a wedding ring. He looked at me intensely as he filled my slut-cavern with his fleshy ten inches and flooded my hole with his creamy jizzload, over and over, filling me up. He was definitely my favorite fuck.
Toward the end of it, Trevor himself showed back up. The guys all cheered when they saw him, and thanked him for sharing the slut he'd found to take their cocks. Trevor said he'd snuck away, telling his parents he was at a friend's house, so that he could return to the motel and have one more shot at my ass. The guy who was fucking me at that moment politely withdrew so that Trevor could have his shot. I could tell this horny kid was in heaven plowing my slutty ass, so I really turned on the charm for him, writhing and grunting and moaning and begging him to fuck me deeper and harder with his big teen cock.
While Trevor was fucking me, the stud-god who had cum in me four times got behind the boy and worked his own hard-on up inside Trevor's hole. The look on the boy's face was priceless. I'm sure he'd never dreamed he would be fucking one hot guy like me while another one railed his own sweet ass. The stud top power-fucked Trevor until the lad was whining for more, and a few seconds after that, Trevor shot his cream into me, topping off the thirty or so loads I'd taken that evening with one last orgasm of his own.
Soon, it was over and the truckers all got dressed again. I was relaxing on my back on the bed, catching my breath, when the beautiful trucker came over to me.
"I'm Clint," he said, those ice-blue eyes cutting into my soul. "You did really good."
"Thanks. I...uh, I really liked it. I was driving all day and really needed some release."
Clint laughed heartily. "See? Now you know what it's like. Every trucker knows about the blue balls you can get on these roads. That's why we all keep tabs on the best places to stop over for some pussy."
He went on to say that if I was interested, he could get the word out that I was looking for action along my route. When I told him I was going the whole way across the country, he whistled and grinned.
"Boy, you'll get all the cock you want on that trip," he promised. "There's hotels on every highway and in every state that are known for having little parties like this one."
"Really?" I thought about the implications of what Clint was telling me, and felt aroused. "Really. God."
I suddenly saw my road trip from a new perspective. The long drives every day could be worth it if I really planned this right. I had three weeks to get to Atlanta, after all. I could get gang-fucked in every state I drove across, if that's what I wanted. And want it I did...
I ended up staying at that roadside motel outside Redding, CA for two more nights. The sex was just totally addicting. During the day, Trevor came by and fucked me on the breaks he got from his shift. He also struck up conversations with certain horny truckers who stopped for gas and directed them to my room. I got so much sex that I forgot to eat, and so by 5pm each day I had to kick out the horny trucker who was pile-driving my pussy ass, so I could get out of the motel room and get some exercise and food.
Then, in the evenings, it was gang-bang time again. The turn-out was never as strong as it had been that first night, but even so, I got a good five or six horny long-haulers to use my ass and mouth repeatedly each evening as they had their way with me on the cheap motel bed.
During one break in the action on the second day, I dug out my laptop computer from the U-Haul and logged onto some chat rooms in the cities I was planning to drive through, hoping to meet some other handsome tops who were interested in using a hot guy's ass as he moved through their town. I posted ads explaining the situation in no uncertain terms, posting some pics of myself, and giving the time and place where they could find me. I had been given the names of motels from the truckers, so I put those motel names in the ads and told them to look for the U-Haul parked nearby.
This turned out to be a perfect strategy. The day I left Redding and drove to Palm Springs, I had over thirty responses to my ad after I got to the motel and checked in. Of course, this being Palm Springs, every horny guy brought a few others along with him, so the crowd was quite a bit more than I could handle. I agreed to stay an extra day so they could all fuck me, and so the revolving door on my motel room was in use more or less constantly for over twenty-four hours. The only time I took a break from being fucked was to catch a catnap or get food. All told, I got fucked by 55 guys during that stop. And most of them were VERY hot!
While leaving Palm Springs, I stopped at a drug store to buy a day-planner. I needed to map out my trip in more detail if I was going to get the most out of it. My next stop, Phoenix, had produced twenty or so internet responses, with more expected to arrive in my Inbox by the time I checked them that night. So I made notes in the day-planner about who was attending, and after I laid back and took 28 men's cocks inside me that night, I made some follow-up notes as well...a sex diary for my road trip, as it were.
I wrote about the totally hot forty-something black former professional athlete whose hard twelve inches reshaped my hole while I begged for more. I wrote about choking down the sperm of the hot 23-year-old while his younger brother aggressively dumped a hot batch of boy-batter into my well-juiced ass. I wrote about the slightly nerdy (but very cute) trio of businessmen who were visiting as well at the same motel, and who were inspired by the idea of "raping" my hole, to the extent that they spouted dirty talk the whole time they were using me: "Yeah, fuck that slave's hole, give him your thick rod...rape that bitch, give his pussy some of your big hard cock..." All three men had incredible cocks, and I took their fucks like a pro.
After Phoenix came Las Cruces, NM, where nearly all my respondents were studs from the local college. I had no problem with this, of course. My hotel there was only a half-mile from campus, and I took the cocks and cum of fifteen different students who all dropped in one at a time on their way as they arrived home from their day of classes. In Dallas, I treated myself to a nice downtown hotel, where several businessmen were staying who had seen my ad and considered my ass to be a welcome refuge after a long day of work. Some of the hunks who fucked me there rounded up more studs from the hotel bar and from the convention they'd been attending, bringing the total cocks up my ass that night around eighteen or twenty.
After that, I continued to be creative. I got an online response from a cute guy my age in Shreveport, LA who loved to felch out loads from a hot ass like mine. So I arrived early in Shreveport, taking cocks from a pack of hot young horny locals throughout the mid-afternoon into the early evening...and then drove to this stud's house, dropped my shorts, sat on his face, and fed him all the sperm he'd been dying for. He was an athletic kid, just out of high school, living at home. He loved eating those dozen or so fresh deposits of spunk from my tight, hard rear end. When he had licked me out nice and clean, he fucked my hole as well.
From there I drove north to a farm in Arkansas where this impossibly cute farm boy told me he wanted to fuck me while his family's two farmhands had their way with me as well. When I got there, I could only drool. These farmhands, both in their mid-twenties, were strapping and beautiful, and had long, luscious cocks swinging between their powerful legs. The boy fucked me first, right there in the barn, while each of the farmhands fed me their cocks. I alternated back and forth, sucking their pretty cocks. Then the kid came in my ass, and the first farmhand fucked me, HARD. I wasn't expecting him to bang me so mercilessly but I loved every second. Then, when his buddy took over up my ass, the first farmhand started fucking the kid.
I angled from Arkansas over to Memphis, where yet another horny pack of businessmen, truckers and college boys were waiting to bang my ass into heaven. Along the way, I pulled off into a couple of small towns where some very cute closet cases (who, it seemed, had very little access to male sex in their communities) who had responded to me online had their ways with my sweet butt. This lubed me nicely for the Memphis onslaught, which proved to be my biggest turn-out of the entire trip thus far: 61 hot tops over two nights. Some shot in my mouth and on my face. All shot up my ass. Many shot more than once.
Overall, I was in slut pig heaven. During the driving portions of my trip I had a non-stop raging hard-on, either from recalling the sexy scenes I'd already experienced on the road, or else anticipating the hot scenes to come. I had been gang-banged before, but never by more than three or four guys at one time, and never so many days and nights in a row. All this sex made me feel totally slutty in a purely enjoyable way. I was a hot man with a great-looking ass, and it was my pleasure to give it up non-stop to all the men I could find to take it. I loved the feeling of getting on my knees or on my back and taking a whole room of men's cocks inside me, one at a time. I felt like a lucky whore when each man shot off inside me, and then moved aside.
It was enough to make me forget completely about my ex-boyfriend, that's for sure. Any of these guys I met on the road was a better fuck than that freak. He only wishes he still had an ass like mine on hand to fuck. Nothing like a series of gang-bangs on my sweet ass to help me forget the man who treated me bad!
I got on the road out of Memphis and realized I still had one week left in my trip. Atlanta was only a few hundred miles away, and I was obliged to make the most of this road trip before getting settled in my new home. After all, before long, I would be in a new job, fixing up a new apartment, and who knows, probably getting settled down with yet another possessive boyfriend. Now was the time to sow my oats!
I looked at the atlas. Birmingham, AL was the only town of any size between my current vector and my final destination. I had no idea what was there, but I decided to check in at a motel and take a good look around. I hadn't checked online for any action yet, so I plugged in the laptop as soon as I got to the motel.
Soon enough, I was chatting with a very nice kid named Andy. He was a student at a conservative private college there in Birmingham, and he was looking for a break from the stifling atmosphere of his campus community. More specifically, he wanted some good hot sex with an experienced, sexy man like me.
I agreed to stop by his off-campus apartment, and as soon a we laid eyes on each other, we were headed for the bedroom. He was just too cute for words. Andy was 22, played soccer and tennis, had a great chest and a perfect tan, and wore this shy expression that set off his southern drawl perfectly. I couldn't wait to fit my fat cock into his "Aw, shucks" cute face and then lift my legs onto his powerful young jock torso for him to bang my well-used hole. He was the dream boy we all wanted to fuck us when we were that age in school!
His cock felt so-o-o good inside my ass. Andy might have lived in an uptight community, but he obviously had sexual experience. He definitely had technique. He railed my hot ass with all the youthful energy you'd expect from an eager, repressed jock like him. He sprayed his cum inside my asshole and then kept right on fucking me, his hard-on never fading in the slightest. He fucked me for another hour before he came again, and once more, he only needed a second to catch his breath before rolling me into a new position, inserting his hard eight inches, and plowing me with renewed vigor. For all the gang-bangs my hole had seen in the past two weeks, I forgot how beautiful it could be to get extremely well-fucked by one hot, sexy guy.
When Andy was finally through with my ass (and I had shot my own load of cum all over his pretty face) we lay in his bed together, kissing softly and talking bullshit.
"How long are you in town?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Don't know. I'm not due to show up in Atlanta for about another week."
"Aren't you anxious to get there?"
"Sort of. But my lease doesn't start until then, and I don't know anyone to stay with, so I'm stuck in a motel anyway, one way or another. Besides..."
I contemplated whether to let Andy in on my slutty adventures. I left the pause hanging in mid-air.
"Besides...what?" he asked finally.
With a deep breath, I told him how I had spent my last two weeks on the road. To my pleasant surprise, he was very turned on to hear about how slutty I was. He peppered my story with questions, asking for details: how hung were the guys who fucked me, were they cute or just average, what did I think about while their big cocks were going in and out of my face and ass. I answered as best I could remember.
"That's totally hot," he said in his sexy drawl when I was done relating the whole tale. "So like, now you want to hang out here in Birmingham, getting more men to fuck you and use you? Before you head on to Atlanta?" I nodded and smiled, lustily. "Mmmm, that's really hot, man. I think I can help you with that."
And so Andy, my good little Christian college boy, pimped me for the next six days. I checked out of my motel, and Andy's apartment became a twenty-four-hour sex pad, where he invited all the hot tops he knew from Birmingham and the surrounding communities. Many were straight, and most were older than he was (a few were even older than me) but all were hot and ready to drill a slutty bottom stud's tight, eager pussy. I gave up my pretty hole to every boy that walked in the door, any time of day or night, and they didn't leave until they had completely satisfied themselves inside me. I got so much good cock, I was in heaven.
My ass was fucked non-stop. Andy got me food and coffee, so that I could remain naked during my entire six-day stay. I caught two or three naps every twenty-four hours, about two or three hours each. That was all I needed. If a guy showed up while I was asleep, Andy would suck them or lick their ass and balls until I was awake and ready to go again. Andy also turned out to be a voracious butt- and cum-eater, and he used his tongue to clean my hole of all the sperm his friends and acquaintances had shot up there. Fortunately, he was quite an amazing kisser as well, and so between licks to dredge the spooge from my anus, he'd plant a lip-lock on me and I would savor the taste and scent of those amazing loads along with him.
I tried to keep count of all the men who used me and count all the loads I took during that week-long stay in Birmingham, but there were just too many. I managed to record up to 108 stud's loads of sperm before leaving off completely, and that was toward the end of the third day, so I'm sure the grand total was at least twice that number. Many of the guys loved fucking me so much that they returned every day to do it again. I had no idea such a modest-sized college town could produce so many horny young men eager to shoot their cum into a horny bottom-slut just passing through from out of town. I sure was glad they did, though!
My male cunt was treated so nicely during my stay with Andy, I decided it was the best introduction to true southern hospitality I could ask for. In the four years since I made Atlanta my home, I have gone back to visit Andy several times. He also travels to my city often, and once he finishes graduate school he is considering making it his full-time home. I indeed have a new boyfriend now, but rather than being a possessive piece of shit like my last one, he is very sharing and open-minded. He loves watching Andy fuck me whenever the young pup travels to our town. He knows I have a slutty streak in me (to say the least) and he is more than happy to help me indulge it whenever the fever strikes. We have both attended and hosted some of the hottest gang-bangs I could ever imagine, and my hot ass is always the shining star!
THE END
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