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This is a work of fiction. Persons, places, and events in this story are products entirely of my imagination. Readers are reminded that unprotected sex involving exchange of body fluids carries the risk of disease and death. Play safe. I always appreciate feedback. Readers can contact me at: harris3023@yahoo.com
WITHOUT A STITCH
Man, was I horny! I am a total cock-loving faggot, and I hadn't eaten a hot load of jizz or been fucked in the ass in over two weeks! I needed sex bad! I could have gone to the bars, I guess, but gay bars just ain't me. Most of the guys in the bars seem to be there to preen for the crowd, show off their clothes, or just get drunk. Twinks who shave off what hair God gave `em, with their fake gym muscles, leave me cold.
I want to get busy with real men--guys with some hair on their ass, guys who do real work and don't waste any time getting their cocks out when they're ready to play. So I went online looking for some local action. The only thing that sounded interesting was a listing about a picnic area on the freeway about an hour from my house. Well, it was a warm summer night, the moon was full, so I thought, `why the Hell not?'
The first order of business was to douche out my ass. I stripped down and grabbed my enema bag. Squirt it in, poop it out. I kept at it till the water coming out was as clean as going in. See, one of my biggest turn-ons is when a guy pulls his still-throbbing cock, all slick and dripping cum, out of my asshole and shoves it right in my mouth. I love the taste and the feel of his cum and my ass juice, and I suck out the last of his sweet cum and tongue-wash his cock till it's as clean as if he just stepped out of the shower. Just a little taste of poop would ruin the whole thing, so I got my butt-cunt squeaky clean. I showered, dried off, squeezed into my tightest steel cockring, and went to look for clothes.
Well, like I said, I was super horny, and maybe not thinking too good, and a weird idea hit me. Why bother with clothes? I was just gonna spend the night naked anyway. Fuck clothes! So I packed my little kit bag: lube, baby wipes, a few other essentials, grabbed my wallet and keys, slipped on my flip-flops, and hit the road. Bare ass naked for a sixty mile drive. All I had in the truck was a roll of paper towels and a bottle of water.
Once out on the highway, I dug into my bag and popped a Viagra ™. Fifteen minutes later, my cock was slapping against my belly. My cock is not that big, but it's nice and thick, and uncut. I rolled the foreskin all the way back and gave it a good squeeze. A big drop of pre-cum oozed out and coated my first two fingers. I gathered it up and brought it to my face, wiping it through my moustache and coating my lips. Then I licked it off. The taste of my own pecker slime gave me a rush!
I was soooo turned on! Excited, nervous, a little scared, yeah. I mean, miles from home, stark naked, cruising on the Interstate with my hard cock in my hand! Who wouldn't be excited? My hard-on pulsed and throbbed! I felt another surge of cock-snot bubbling up my cum tube. My piss-slit gaped open and the pre-cum flowed out and ran down over my shaft.
I could even smell it! So hot! I slicked it all up and down my cock and felt my balls draw up tight and my cock head swell--I was ready to blow cum clear up to my eyebrows! But as good as it felt, I wasn't ready. I gripped my cock just below the head and squeezed till it hurt. Then I licked all the pre-cum off my hand and lit a cigarette.
As I finished my smoke, something I hadn't thought of hit me. I needed to piss! I was less than half way to my destination, and I wasn't gonna make it without taking a leak! Around here, it's not at all unusual to see guys pulled off the road taking a piss, but naked guys? Not so much.
I hadn't been on this stretch of highway in over a year. I had no idea how far it was to the next exit, and I had to go, bad! Traffic was pretty light, mostly eighteen-wheelers. I pulled off on the shoulder and stopped. I checked my mirrors. The closest lights were way behind me--a mile or more. It was now or never.
I opened the door and stepped out. Dashing around to the passenger side, I leaned back against the truck, nervous as Hell and breathing hard. The warm night breeze felt like a soft had caressing my body. My nipples got super-hard. My rigid cock bobbed up and down all by itself. In spite of being scared, I was still turned on.
What I hadn't counted on was how hard it is to piss with a full erection. I gripped my meat and tried to force it, but I just couldn't get the flow started. And there was traffic coming. What if one of them was a cop?
At last my full bladder trumped my swollen prostate. I squirted a couple of shots of hot piss just as a truck blew by on the Interstate. Then I was able to let go and piss like a racehorse. The relief was almost orgasmic.
I think I pissed for a full minute. When I finished, my boner had dropped to a semi, and a thick strand of slime dangled from the head. It was yellow instead of clear, colored by piss. I caught it and sucked it into my mouth. It was saltier than pre-cum, with a different tang: tasty! Yeah! I could get into piss!
A couple of cars and another truck passed, whipping the air against my bare body. It felt so good, so free to be out in the open with no clothes. And sexy--I would have let any hot guy bend me over the tailgate of my truck and butt-fuck me right there beside the Interstate!
I stroked my cock a couple of times and it came right back to full-mast. And I was drizzling pecker-snot like a high-school boy! I milked another big gob of it into my hand. Then I bent over, spread my legs, and smeared it all over my asshole and worked it inside with a finger. God, I was hot! I gave both nipples a hard pinch, making my cock bounce. My tits are really sensitive, and hard-wired to my cock. I've been pumping them for a couple of years, so they stand out a good half-inch from my pecs.
I could see a big rig coming, with a pretty good space behind it. I got around in front of my truck. When he was a couple of hundred yards away, I stepped out far enough that he could see my profile with my hard cock standing straight out from my body. He laid on the air-horn as he sailed by, and flashed his marker lights twice. I guess he liked what he saw! I hopped back in the truck and got on the road.
The rest of the trip was fun. I played with my cock, pumping out a huge amount of pre-cum and eating it, or smearing it all over my face and breathing in the smell. I rubbed it over my chest, and even used it to gel my hair! Several times I almost came. But I kept choking it off, knowing that when I finally let myself cum, I'd shoot like a cannon! It was right at 11:00 PM when I saw the sign: Picnic Area, One Mile.
The exit ramp led up hill through scattered pines and hardwoods on the freeway side and thicker woods on the right. Then it opened up into a long parking area. Several big-rigs were parked end-to-end on the left side, and I could see seven or eight cars and pickup trucks against the curb on the right. I pulled up a couple of lengths behind a Buick and stopped.
I opened both windows and shut off the engine. The place wasn't quite like I'd imagined. For one thing, there was more light, coming from scattered light poles. I'd thought there would be more privacy. There were about half a dozen concrete picnic tables, each with its own shelter, scattered under the trees on patchy lawn. About a hundred-fifty feet back was a chain-link fence with a gaping hole in it. Behind that, it was dense woods with heavy underbrush. I could just make out a narrow trail beyond the hole in the fence. There were no restrooms, not even an outhouse. I guess that's what the woods were for.
So my choices were to wait in my truck for guys to find me, or brazen it out and dash for the woods. It was one thing to flash a trucker going by at sixty-five, something else to stroll around stark naked in public. Hmmmm. I opened the fuse panel and pulled out the fuse that controlled the interior lights. It would at least stay dark if I opened the door. I looked over the cars ahead of me and out to the woods, watching for any sign of life. In spite of the warm night, I was trembling. I must have jumped a foot when I heard the voice.
"So you the nekkid white boy that shows off fo' truckers."
My neck almost snapped as I turned around. Standing beside my door was a tall Black man, handsome as fuck, wearing a tight wife-beater that almost glowed against his black skin. I looked beyond him and realized that the last truck parked there was the one I'd flashed back on the Interstate.
"Well, uh, that was my first time. Don't know what got into me. I guess the devil made me do it!"
"Devil gonna make you do lotsa things tonight, boy. Where's yore clothes?"
"I left `em home," I said. "What's a guy need with clothes on a warm night?"
He grinned and reached through the window, grabbing my cock. I leaned back and moaned softly.
"You all wet and slick. You a little slut, ain't you?"
"Well, I like hot men. And I haven't had one in a while."
"Step out here where I can see you!"
"I, uh, it's sort of public right here, isn't it?
He opened the door and gripped my arm. "You could of brought some clothes if you was worried about that! Come on!"
And he pulled me out and shut the door.
"You showed it to me; you can show it to everybody. Now, you gonna do what I say. You walk out to that far table. You lay on the table on your back, an' you spread your legs and play with your pecker, like you been doin' all night!"
This wasn't going at all like I expected. This guy was big, 6'2" or 6'3", and at least two hundred-thirty pounds, all muscle. Below the wife-beater, he was wearing only a pair of red nylon running shorts, the kind with side-vents almost up to the waistband. And I could see a fat tube of cock hanging down almost to the hem of his shorts. It pushed the fabric away from his inner thigh at least a couple of inches. I was scared shitless. If he decided to hurt me, he sure as Hell wouldn't need his fists. He could beat me to death with that cock!
"Go on, get out there! I gotta get something from my truck, then I'll come join you."
I decided I'd better obey but, oh God, was I scared. But because of the Viagra ™ I guess, my cock was still rock-hard. I walked around my truck and started out to the table, trembling all over. Half-way there, I stopped. Something totally unexpected happened. I suddenly realized that I loved this! In spite of the risk, the danger, the exposure I felt so alive! I wish I could explain it better. My entire body tingled as the warm night air seemed to stroke me. I turned around to face the parking area, and kicked my flip-flops off. This was completely new to me: There was absolutely nothing between me and the world. I could feel every pine needle and pebble beneath the soles of my feet. I could feel the blood pulsing through my cock. I felt alive!
I ran my hands over my hairy chest, down over my belly and through my pubes, then around to my ass. I stroked into my ass cleft and ran my fingers gently over my hole, then brought my hand around to collect a big dollop of pre-cum, and smoothed it over my pucker. I was totally happy. Then I turned and, without a stitch, followed the standard of my hard, bouncing cock out to the picnic table.
(to be continued)