The following story is original and for adults only, it involves bodily functions as a sexual experience. Copyright 2009
THE ROAD TO GALLUP
It was in the winter and I decided to take a trip to Denver. Maybe not a good idea but I wanted to see snow as I was from the desert.
You may know that even in the winter at times the desert is pretty warm. It
is especially so when you get a flat tire and you are 50 miles from nowhere on a two-lane, not often traveled road.
My spare tire was flat too. Forgot to check that before I left home, so I thought I would just abandon my old wreck of a car and figure that one out later. Need a new one anyway.
Not much to do but stick out my thumb and see what comes my way.
It was two hours before anyone paid me any attention. Some trucker dude pulled off the road ahead and I started to hurry up to catch up with him. By this time I was tired, dehydrated and desperate. As I got near his truck he got out and started to take a piss. I don't know what made me so ballsy, but I shouted out to ask him if I could have it. Don't waste it, I hollered. I'm real thirsty. To my surprise, he held it until I got there. I stumbled to my knees and he let me have it full on down my throat, pissin into my mouth like it was some kind of everyday thing. No big deal. I sucked it dry. He zipped up, and that was it. No question. No comment. No nothin.
I asked him for a lift and it turned out he was headed for Denver too. Could I get any luckier! He told me to get in. That was the best thing that had happened all day, besides the piss.
We got on the road and I told him how obliged I was for the ride and the drink, and how it kept me going. He guaranteed me I wouldn't go thirsty anywhere on this road. He wouldn't share his water with me but I wouldn`t be thirsty either.
As we rode on there wasn't much conversation but he kept opening the window
cause he was letting out some bad smellin' farts. It was cool of him to open the window. Eventually, he told me that he had had been fartin for the last two days and couldn't seem to get his gut settled down. It must have been real uncomfortable for him cause he would lift his butt up off the seat every time he let one go. It didn't take long for me to get used to the smell. It kinda turned me on. Now and then he would piss in a coffee cup and hand it to me. That really turned me on.
It was a long day of driving and when we got to Gallup, I wanted to treat him to dinner for the ride. We found a ratty old motel with a steak house attached and pulled in. After a couple of Jack Daniels we chowed down, and then checked into the motel, splttin the cost between us. When we got into the room he told me to go across the road and pick up some beer. I was more than willing to spring for a six pack, or two.
The wind was howling so hard, you could hardly hear the roar of the trucks on the highway just outside the room. We watched some local TV and chugged down the six-pack. He was stirring around and I wasn't payin much attention til he got up, skinned off his clothes and came over onto my bed. He was only wearing a pair of socks. He told me that it was time I gave some of that beer back. Well, fuck! I didn't expect that one, but his timing was right on. I had to piss bad. I pulled my prick outta my jeans, and he crawled up between my legs. He put my meat in his mouth, and man, I let it go and he took it all. Didn't miss a fuckin drop. What the fuck! He hadn't given me any idea that he was at all interested in that! After he drank it, he rose up like a fuckin wild animal. It was like my piss had given him a shot of adrenaline. He barked at me to scoot down on the mattress. He was a big ole boy and I figured I had better do what he said, so, I moved down just like he wanted. He stood over me with his big hairy legs spread wide and straddling my head. I didn't think this guy was good looking when I first met him, but looking up at his huge hairy chest and belly with that mean wild look on his face, I changed my mind. He was holdin onto his rod, and I thought he was gonna aim a piss right into my mouth, but then he squatted down like he was on a fuckin toilet, and rested his hairy shit hole right over my mouth.
Man, his ass smelled like sweat and the bad farts that I had been breathing all day. He ordered me to sniff it, and asked me if liked it. I had to tell him that I really did. In fact, the longer I smelled it the better I did like it. I pushed my nose up into the back of his crack and started lickin on his hairy hole. It tasted so fuckin good. Before I knew it, I was pushing my tongue up into his asshole. Man, was that a feast. I never tasted dirty ass, but I was going at it like a pro.
The more I pushed my tongue into the hole the more it tasted like shit but,
I couldn't stop myself. I fuckin loved it. Suddenly I could feel what I had been digging for. A hard turd was touchin the end of my tongue. I worked around it with my tongue, and licked it out. I pulled back with it in my mouth and asked him if he wanted to see it, and he said, " fuck yeah". He turned to check out my brown tongue, and it turned him on, big time. His thick cock was rock hard and he almost had to stand on his head to stick it in my mouth. It was about a fistful long with a nice head and a deep piss slit. He told me he was going to clean my mouth out with his piss, and he let it fly, flushin the turd off my tongue and down my throat. I was gulping it like a maniac.
His face was red and strained, and I could tell he was ready to take a mean
shit. He was grunting like a pig and squatting over my mouth. And I could see his hole starting to open. The hairs kinda pulled away from across his hole and I saw the head of a fat log workin its way out, the hairs wiping against it as it came.
When I got a look at that big brown log pushin through those hairs, I couldn't help myself. I had to put my lips on it. I pressed my mouth right up against the hole as his hard shit slid into my mouth. I couldn't believe how warm it was, and how sweet it tasted. I bit off a good size chunk, swallowed it down, and he kept right on shittin. The log was as thick as his cock and man, my mouth was filling up fast. It was so fuckin warm like it had been inside him for a real long time. He kept gruntin and the shit kept comin. I could hardly hold it all. It was overflowin my mouth, and lips.
It was heavy on my beard and lips. The man's shit load must have been at least a pound or more.
He squeezed out the last of it and hopped up to stand by the bed next to my
head. He told me not to move and started to pump his stiff cock. My mouth
was packed with his hot heavy fuckin man shit! It was all I could taste, all I could smell, and all I wanted to do was to keep it there lovin it. It was so fuckin good, man, it got me fuckin high. My own prick was stiff and dripping like a faucet. I didn't want to stroke for fear that I'd shoot my load. I wanted this to last. And then he shot his, a huge white cream fuckin load right on top of the brown mound of shit . I could see the cream drippin down the brown load stickin out of my mouth. I started to shoot, and when he saw my cum, he bent down, put his mouth on my meat and ate it. All of it.
Things got pretty quiet after that, just a shower and a nod good-night. We were back to our own beds and off to dreamland.
The next morning the ground outside was covered with snow. It was fuckin beautiful. We hit the rest of the road to Denver, not sayin much.
The night in Gallop will always be my best memory of that trip. And sometimes when I'm horny, I can still remember the taste.