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Truck Stop on 49
By
Wolf
As a boy I had sucked my father's and younger brother's cocks. When I reached puberty I learned that it was not considered cool for a guy to suck cock. I eventually thought I was in love with a nice girl and got married. I did my best to be a husband for five years, and luckily we didn't have any children. I had my sperm tested and found out that I was very fertile. It was my wife that turned out to have a medical problem that prevented her from conceiving. We eventually agreed to separate. Shortly after the divorce I found out that I had a strong desire for sex with men if not boys'.
The problem was in the Midwest in the 80's exposing your homosexuality could be disastrous. It would ruin my reputation, and carrier. Some rednecks would think nothing of using a baseball bat on me. Men have been known to be killed because they were gay. I struggled with ways to find out where I could hook up with other men like me.
I overheard a couple of guys talking about the rest stop on Highway 49 being a fag hangout. It took me a few days to work up the nerve to drive out to the rest stop on one stormy spring evening. I had fortified myself with enough alcohol to be tipsy after work before driving out there. I had never been in a rest stop restroom before, but my perceived notions were confirmed.
The cinderblock building had a concrete floor that was covered with damp toilet paper, smelled of piss and a Lysol disinfectant. The wall to the left of the entrance was lined with stainless steel sinks and mirrors. The far wall had a row of stainless steel urinals. The back wall contained the toilet stalls. I surveyed the surroundings before approaching the last toilet stall. I sat on the toilet without taking down my pants and waited to see if I could score.
While I waited I checked out the stall. The wall to the neighboring stall had what I knew was called a 'Glory Hole,' and the walls were covered with graffiti. There were crude drawings of men sucking cocks or getting buggered, along with dirty limericks, and phone numbers. There were enough gaps in the door that made it possible to see most men coming and going.
It was starting to thunder outside and it was black as pitch. I had the place to myself for enough time that I thought my watch had stopped. Then I heard the air brakes in the parking lot that told me a big rig diesel was parking. A few minutes later I heard the sound of high heeled boots entering the restroom. When I looked it turned out to be a tall man about six-foot two. He was wearing tight fitting jeans with custom made cowboy boots, western shirts with pearl snaps and a blue baseball cap with the white star of the Dallas Cowboys. He approached the urinal, and his back was to me as he pulled out his tool and pissed.
When he finished he turned to face the stall I was in with his cock sticking out. Obviously he could see my shores under the partition door. He was sporting the largest cock I had ever seen to this day. It was hinging out of his jeans more than 8-inches long and was as thick as a can of Budweiser, and was UNCUT!!!
The top of his shirt was open at the neck and I could see plenty of dark hair's telling me that he was a true bear. As he approached my stall he casually started stroking that magnificent cock. When he was in front of my stall he placed a hand on the door and pushed.
The gap between the door that frame was enough that only a small portion of the bolt holding it in place, so the door opened with no problem. He didn't ask me if I wanted to suck his cock. He simply stuck his cock in my face.
Even with all of my experience of suck my father and little brother it was a strain getting his cock in my mouth. He was one of those guys that bath in 'Old Spice' after shave. That smell would linger with me for a long time. I had never sucked the cock of a man with foreskin before. I discovered with my tongue that under the foreskin was something called head cheese. A bitter tasting scum of piss, cum and dead skin. It also reminded me of the taste of my ex-wife's pussy. The man placed his hands on the back of my head and fucked my mouth until he came in my mouth. He continued using my mouth until he had a second orgasm.
That was the start of me being a truck stop whore. I eventually allowed men to fuck my ass. On occasion I would date two men at a time. That way I could suck cock and get fucked at the same time.
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