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After spending the start of the weekend immersed in family activities, I decided to do something selfish and told my wife I had to head into the office for a few hours this afternoon. This isn’t uncommon during this time of year, so she made plans with a couple of her friends and pulled out of the driveway. As soon as I watched her car pull onto the main street, I grabbed my keys and flew out the door. I climbed into my pickup and headed for the highway. About twenty minutes from our home, I saw the first sign for the rest stop and could feel my cock begin to stiffen in anticipation.
A few miles further down the highway, I pulled off and onto the exit for the rest stop. There were two cars full of families that looked to be picnicking under the shade of a few trees. Quickly scanning further down the lot, my eye caught seven tractor trailers pulled to the end of the stop and I smiled. I learned long ago in my twenties just went on at these places when truckers took a break during long hauls cross county. Many were days from their homes and horny as fuck.
I pulled my pickup into a designated car space close to the semis and shut off the engine. The sound of two rig’s engines idling came pulsating through the window. I took a quick look into my rearview mirror to make sure I was presentable, grabbed my backpack from the passenger seat next to me and climbed out of my truck. My cock was now aching inside my jeans as I walked toward the small building across the lot. I walked around it to the right and pushed open the men’s room door. After stopping a second to look around the parking lot, I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me.
The smell of urine was quite evident but not overwhelming. Nobody was at the sinks or urinals in front of me. I hunched down to scan the bottom of the stalls and failed to see any feet. The handicap stall was at the far end and I walked quickly toward it. The door was already open and I ducked inside to find the spacious stall rather clean. Closing the lid to the toilet, I set my backpack on top of it and unzipped the main compartment. I fished around until I found a small towel and pulled it out. After laying it on the floor in front of me, I stripped off my t-shirt and threw it in my bag. Next, I kicked off my sandals and placed them to the side of the toilet. My jeans ended up in my pack and I was soon standing alone with just a massive hardon and smile.
Before too long, I heard the door to the restroom open and the familiar sound of work boots scuff across the floor toward my stall. The sounds stopped quickly but nobody opened the door. Instead, the mystery person entered the stall next to me. However, he did not sit right down and I could see from under the wall that he was pacing back and forth. I cleared my throat and stuck my left forefinger under the stall. Within seconds, I heard the familiar sound of a zipper being pulled down and the undoing of a belt buckle. I reached my whole hand under the stall.
The stranger in the stall next to me let his jeans hit the floor and his buckle made a loud thud when it hit the floor. I wiggled the finger of my hand under the stall. Soon enough, I felt some weight against the wall and saw two knees on the floor. My hand was suddenly warm and heavy and I cupped what was obviously the shaft of a very impressive cock. The man in the other stall let out a soft moan. I grabbed his cock firmly and gave it a slow tug.
Just judging from how it felt in my hand and one long stroke, I figured this was at least a full seven inches of manhood. I gave my new friend a few more soft tugs and heard him moan each time. After another long tug of this fantastic cock, I let go and pushed against the door of my stall. The door rattled a bit before I unlocked it trying to make as much noise as I could. The stranger took my hint and quickly got up off of his knees. While I waited for what seemed like forever for him to exit his stall and enter mine, I knelt down on the towel I had laid out before.
As soon as the man entered my stall, I smiled and licked my lips. He was probably fifty years old, so older than me by at least eight years, with a bushy greying beard. His face was handsome behind all that hair and he wore a baseball cap. He was holding up his jeans with one hand and locking the door behind him with the other. I leaned back on my haunches and watched him turned around to reveal a wide grin on his face. He walked toward me and let his jeans hit the floor again. Without hesitation, I grabbed onto his cock.
His cock was indeed about seven inches and surprisingly thin. It poked out of his crotch like a huge pencil sticking through his massive bush of pubic hair. I gave it another slow tug before lowering my head and placing it into my mouth. My new friend moaned and quickly grabbed the back of my head with his left hand. It took me maybe a minute to engulf his whole shaft down to his balls. He left out a really loud sigh and finally broke the silence by simply saying, “Suck it.”
I eagerly worked his cock up and down my throat. Lucky for him, I had surgery several years ago that ended up with the removal of my uvula; the little piece of skin that hangs in the back of your throat. It didn’t take me long after to realize I no longer had a gag reflex either. Very convenient for a cocksucker like myself!
It didn’t take long for this trucker to realize I was easily deepthroating his long cock either. He pushed down on the back of my head forcing me to take it so deep that my nose was pressed against his bush. “Fuck yeah, throat it,” he said in a stern voice. I looked up at him and began to suck him harder. The inside of my left thigh was suddenly wet with precum from my aching cock jammed up against it. I reached my hands around the trucker’s waist and plants them firmly on his bare ass. He obviously liked that and began to face fuck me.
There is just something so erotic about having a man’s hand on the back of my head as I suck his cock. Maybe it’s a submissive thing, maybe not. All I know is that this stranger was pushing and pulling it at his own pace and I loved it. I dug my fingers into his ass cheeks and tried to relax my throat even more. “You sexy bitch,” he said looking down at me. I winked at him and stared up at this fine older gentlemen enjoying my oral talents.
Suddenly, the door to the restroom opened again. The trucker pulled my mouth off of his cock, pressed my head against his thigh and raised his finger to his mouth to signal for me to be quiet. I could smell the musky sent of his crotch as we both tried to remain quiet. Footsteps approached our stall and someone tried to open the door. When neither of us answered, the mystery person entered the stall next to us. I looked up at the trucker and he just smiled down at me. He twisted my head until his cock slapped against my lips. I took his hint and reached out with my right hand to place it in my mouth. He let out a loud moan as I went bag to deepthroating his long shaft.
I was happily sucking on the old trucker’s cock when I looked over to see someone peeking under the wall. There was about six inches of space, so this person had to be sprawled out to get a decent look. I stopped sucking long enough for my stranger to look down at me to wonder what was going on. I pointed to the floor and he looked over at our audience. The trucker leaned back just enough to unlock the door to our stall. The set of eyes peeking under the stall quickly disappeared and I could hear footsteps again.
The old trucker grabbed the back of my head firmly and shoved his cock back down my throat. I couldn’t see much, but heard the door lock again. “Bitch sucks a mean dick,” the old man said, “and I ain’t giving it up.” Footsteps passed by and behind me before I felt a rough hand on my left ass cheek. It quickly slide to my crack and a thick finger found its way to my asshole. I grabbed hold of the cock in my mouth just long enough to be able to turn my head to the side and get a look at the new stranger.
The man behind me was younger than the other and looked to be in his late thirties. He was big with a huge beer belly. Dressed in jeans, t-shirt and baseball cap, he looked kind of lumpy but handsome as well. I felt him press the tip of his finger against my asshole. I let go of the older trucker’s cock and pointed to my backpack. The younger man got my hint and searched it. He smiled when he found the bottle of lube.
“Damn, got us a real slut,” the older stranger said before pushing against the back of my head to refocus my attention of his cock. I happily went back to throating him. The cold lube suddenly being smeared onto my ass crack caused me to jump a bit. I was just about to turn around to get a better look at the younger stranger when I felt the cock in my mouth begin to expand. The trucker was breathing heavy now and I knew he was close to cumming. I backed his cock out of my throat until the tip of is rested on my tongue. He looked down at me and said, “Here is comes!”
His cock spasmed and blasted a huge rope of cum onto my tongue and in the back of my mouth. The next fell on my upper lip and splashed across my nose. He stroked his cock a few times and another big burst fell into my mouth. “Take it, faggot!” he said excitedly. I closed my eyes by chance just in time before another glob hit me smack on the chin. I wrapped my lips tight around the old trucker’s cock head and felt another spasm and small burst of cum. He quickly grabbed the bottom of my chin, pulled his cock from my lips and said, “Swallow!”
I looked up at this random gentlemen who happened to be in the same place looking for the same thing at just the right time and smiled before swallowing his load. It was tart but not sour and really thick. He must not have busted a nut in the last few days. I licked my lips and swallowed again for him. “Damn,” he said between shallow breaths, “that was amazing.” He grabbed his cock and slapped it against my left cheek. I reached up to wipe the cum off my face, but he grabbed me hand. He looked down at my wedding ring and quipped, “Wife know you’re a faggot?” I felt my cock twitch upon hearing that question. “Not unless you tell,” I deflected. The older trucker laughed, pulled up his jean and tucked his massive piece of spent meat in them. He zipped up and looked over at the the other stranger. “All your’s, buddy,” he said with a smile. I watched him turn around and exit the stall.
A pair of strong and rough hands grabbed me by the hips and pulled me up until I was standing. I looked back over my right shoulder at the younger trucker. He had a look of pure lust in his eyes. I wiggled out from his grip and turned to face him. He stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face. While the older man knew what he wanted, this guy hesitated a bit. I reached down under his big beer gut and found his belt buckle. He pushed my hand aside and undid it himself before unzipping his jeans. I placed my hands on his hips and slide them to the floor. The front of his briefs were already tented and wet.
We stood looking at each other for a brief second and he then pulled his briefs down to reveal a small shaved cock. It almost seemed babyish compared to the big schlong hanging between the older man’s legs, but was visibly thick. I looked up from his cock and smiled at him. “Nice,” I said as I moved to get on my knees. The fat stranger grabbed my shoulder to stop me. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Bend over,” he said in a mousy voice.
“How about a blowjob instead?” I asked him. He shook his head. “Listen, the lube’s just for when I like to get fingered,” I replied as I took a step back away from him. “Don’t be a cock tease,” he said. I chuckled and went to grab my for my backpack. The stranger pushed my hand away and said, “Bend over.” I reached out and grabbed hold of my pack and quickly turned away from him. “Time to leave, buddy,” I said as I fished out my t-shirt.
Without warning, the young trucker pushed me against the wall. He leaned into me and placed his mouth just above my ear. “You know you want it, slut,” he whispered. I felt a chill go up my spin for the first time in a very long time. My cock went limp as he continued, “I want to fuck you.” He kissed the back of my neck and placed his hands over the top of mine against the wall. I could feel his hard cock press up against my ass. My own flaccid cock was being squished into the concrete wall. “Not my thing,” I said sternly.
The younger man thrust his hips and moved his cock between my ass cheeks. I was getting ready to turn around and clock him when he let go of my right hand and grabbed my left nipple. He twisted it gently and the sensation was unbelievable. A soft moan escaped my mouth without warning. “You’re going to love it,” he whispered in my ear as he pulled me close to him. I shook my head no, but the warmth of his arm across my chest and sensation of his fingers twisting my nipple forced another moan out of me. “I don’t know about this,” I said.
So, yes, I was in the restroom at some random highway rest stop looking to suck cock. In fact, I had just eagerly deep throated some stranger and swallowed his load. Call it what you will, but it’s a fetish of mine and something I don’t do very often. Most of my days are happily spent fucking my wife in a very traditional marriage. However, I like to suck cock and sneak away to do so when the craving gets to be too much. I liken it to going to hit a bucket of balls when the work day gets on your nerves. Getting fucked? Nope! That’s out of the question.
However, here I am wrapped in some young, fat trucker’s arms with his cock pressing against me and I am beginning to like it. “Just relax,” he says. “Let me just suck you off,” I calmly say to him in hopes he’ll change his mind. “Don’t be a tease,” he whispers in my ear, “you know you want it.” “No,” I reply, “I’m not into anal.” The stranger reaches down with his other hand and grabs hold of my cock. To my surprise, it is rock hard. “Could have fooled me,” he whispers.
Fuck, what the hell is going on? This isn’t supposed to be happening. He twists my nipple again and I fall back into his arms. His tongue is slowly tracing my ear lobe. I unwilling let out a loud groan. The trucker releases his grip on me and places both of his hand on my shoulder blades. “Now,” he says firmly, “I said bend over.” He pushes on my shoulders until I have no choice but to bend over and grab hold of the toilet seat. His hands move down to my hips. I feel his foot against my right ankle and then my left; spreading my legs apart.
In a sudden moment of hesitation and sheer panic, I look back at him and plead, “Please, I’m really not sure about this.” I watch as he moves his right hand down to his crotch and uses it to guide his cock into the crack of my ass. His cock head pokes me hard just above my asshole. He uses his hand to readjust his cock and this time finds my asshole. I turn my hips to get a better look at him, his massive beer belly hanging under his t-shirt, and sheepishly beg, “Go slow.” The younger trucker grabs my right shoulder hard, forcing me to look back ahead, and pushes down until I can’t do anything but lower my head. “Shut up,” he replies.
The tip of his cock pushes hard against my asshole but doesn’t enter me. He tries again and I am almost relieved thinking this isn’t going to happen. The third thrust was really hard and I feel my asshole expand enough to allow him inside me. My mind is now numb and I honestly don’t know what to think. The stranger thrust his hips again and I feel his shaft enter my ass. I let out a yelp in response to the white hot pain. My instinct is to clamp down hard on his cock to prevent him from going any further. I feel myself take a deep breath and hold it. “Better relax or this is going to really hurt,” is all he says in response.
Another thrust pushes the tip of his cock against my anal ring. The pain is intolerable and I tell him to stop. “Shut up and take it,” is the stranger’s response to me plea. He pushes in deeper and opens me up to another inch of his shaft. I flinch and try to pull away from him. His hands are now firmly on each of my hips. With a huge push, I feel the remainder of his cock enter me and his beer belly slam against my ass. “Ahh,” he moans.
The assault on my tender asshole briefly stops and I can feel the entirety of his cock in me. He stays there for a few seconds before slowly pulling it out of me. It feels like taking the best shit in my life. My cock twitches when he pulls the tip out. I let out a deep sigh and relax. Before I have time to gather myself, the young trucker slams his cock back up inside me. I scream out in pain as he does. “Take it, bitch,” he says with a hint of a laugh. The pain is so bad that I feel a tear run down my cheek. He pulls back out and then rams me full again. At that point, I see little stars and he begin to feel a bit lightheaded.
My new lover, the thought makes me quiver a bit, eases back out and in another ten or so times. The twentieth or so is not as painful and I only grunt. The next is even easier to take and I allow myself an opportunity to relax. He leans into me, his belly pressing against my back, and whispers into my ear, “That’s it, you’re taking it now.” Another ten or so thrusts. The next one doesn’t hurt at all and I begin to feel my cock restiffen. The next thrust must have hit my prostate because it felt marvelous. I let out a soft moan. “Oh, yeah,” he says excitedly, “you’re mine now, bitch!”
For the next ten minutes or so, my mind races as this random trucker fucks my ass hard. All kinds of emotions flood my head. Am I really gay? Will my wife know? Is my marriage ruined? Why does this feel so good? Who is this man? A firm slap on my right ass cheek clears the cobwebs and I begin to let myself feel his cock inside me. The sensation is nothing short of amazing and I feel my cock begin to drip precum.
An assortment of grunts and moans come pouring out from behind me as the stranger starts to fuck me, in no uncertain terms, properly. I never suspected this of such an unassuming man. His cock is just the right length that it hits my button with every stroke. I arch my back and lean over more to give him a better angle. “Who’s my bitch?” he asks. “I am,” I say between sharp breaths. “Who’s my bitch?” he asks again. I take a deep breath and answer eagerly, “I am!” Another slap on my ass cheek.
A sudden rush of pleasure hits me. I panic and think maybe I’m going to pee. However, that undeniable wave of sensation just before I’m ready to orgasm tickles my balls and I realize what’s going to happen. “I’m going to cum!” I cry out. The first spurt of cum leaves my cock and I watch it hit the tile floor. “That’s it, faggot,” the trucker says, “cum for daddy!” Another spurt of cum hits the floor. My asshole spasms and I clench down on the cock inside me. Two more thick ropes of cum my cum hit the tile. He moans behind me and grabs onto my hips again. A weak dribble of cum leaks out of my cock and I watch as it drips into the pool on the floor below me.
With a grunt, the stranger thrusts inside me hard and deep. “Here it comes, bitch!” he shouts. I feel his cock expand inside my ass. A wash of cum floods my insides. Grunt, thrust, grunt, thrust and more cum. “Milk my cock,” he says between grunts. I squeeze down as hard as I can with my ass and feel another flood of spunk enter me. He stops thrusting and pulls my hips toward him. I take his hint and begin to fuck myself with his spent cock. “That’s it,” he says.
His right arm wraps around me tightly and he kisses my ear. “Told you,” he whispers. He roughly pull his cock out from my ass and I immediately drops to my knees. My legs begin to shake and I place my hands on my thighs in an attempt to stop them. “Fucking tight ass felt great,” the stranger says from above me. I look up at him with total confusion in my eyes. “Don’t sweat it,” he says, “not the first married ass I’ve had.” I just shake my head and look away. “So you like to get fucked?” he continues, “Plenty of husbands taking cock these days.” I grab my t-shirt and pull it over my head. “Faggot like you will able to to find plenty of cock,” he says with a smile as he pulls up his jeans.
I hoped and expected him to just leave, but the young trucker watched as I cleaned myself up and got dressed. “Damn, you are one fine piece of ass, bitch,” he finally says as we are about to leave. “What’s your name anyway?” he asks as he pushed the door open for me. I walk past him, admittedly a little funny begin sore in a way I’d never experienced before, and answer, “Andy.” He laughs and replies, “You mean bitch?”
A few miles further down the highway, I pulled off and onto the exit for the rest stop. There were two cars full of families that looked to be picnicking under the shade of a few trees. Quickly scanning further down the lot, my eye caught seven tractor trailers pulled to the end of the stop and I smiled. I learned long ago in my twenties just went on at these places when truckers took a break during long hauls cross county. Many were days from their homes and horny as fuck.
I pulled my pickup into a designated car space close to the semis and shut off the engine. The sound of two rig’s engines idling came pulsating through the window. I took a quick look into my rearview mirror to make sure I was presentable, grabbed my backpack from the passenger seat next to me and climbed out of my truck. My cock was now aching inside my jeans as I walked toward the small building across the lot. I walked around it to the right and pushed open the men’s room door. After stopping a second to look around the parking lot, I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me.
The smell of urine was quite evident but not overwhelming. Nobody was at the sinks or urinals in front of me. I hunched down to scan the bottom of the stalls and failed to see any feet. The handicap stall was at the far end and I walked quickly toward it. The door was already open and I ducked inside to find the spacious stall rather clean. Closing the lid to the toilet, I set my backpack on top of it and unzipped the main compartment. I fished around until I found a small towel and pulled it out. After laying it on the floor in front of me, I stripped off my t-shirt and threw it in my bag. Next, I kicked off my sandals and placed them to the side of the toilet. My jeans ended up in my pack and I was soon standing alone with just a massive hardon and smile.
Before too long, I heard the door to the restroom open and the familiar sound of work boots scuff across the floor toward my stall. The sounds stopped quickly but nobody opened the door. Instead, the mystery person entered the stall next to me. However, he did not sit right down and I could see from under the wall that he was pacing back and forth. I cleared my throat and stuck my left forefinger under the stall. Within seconds, I heard the familiar sound of a zipper being pulled down and the undoing of a belt buckle. I reached my whole hand under the stall.
The stranger in the stall next to me let his jeans hit the floor and his buckle made a loud thud when it hit the floor. I wiggled the finger of my hand under the stall. Soon enough, I felt some weight against the wall and saw two knees on the floor. My hand was suddenly warm and heavy and I cupped what was obviously the shaft of a very impressive cock. The man in the other stall let out a soft moan. I grabbed his cock firmly and gave it a slow tug.
Just judging from how it felt in my hand and one long stroke, I figured this was at least a full seven inches of manhood. I gave my new friend a few more soft tugs and heard him moan each time. After another long tug of this fantastic cock, I let go and pushed against the door of my stall. The door rattled a bit before I unlocked it trying to make as much noise as I could. The stranger took my hint and quickly got up off of his knees. While I waited for what seemed like forever for him to exit his stall and enter mine, I knelt down on the towel I had laid out before.
As soon as the man entered my stall, I smiled and licked my lips. He was probably fifty years old, so older than me by at least eight years, with a bushy greying beard. His face was handsome behind all that hair and he wore a baseball cap. He was holding up his jeans with one hand and locking the door behind him with the other. I leaned back on my haunches and watched him turned around to reveal a wide grin on his face. He walked toward me and let his jeans hit the floor again. Without hesitation, I grabbed onto his cock.
His cock was indeed about seven inches and surprisingly thin. It poked out of his crotch like a huge pencil sticking through his massive bush of pubic hair. I gave it another slow tug before lowering my head and placing it into my mouth. My new friend moaned and quickly grabbed the back of my head with his left hand. It took me maybe a minute to engulf his whole shaft down to his balls. He left out a really loud sigh and finally broke the silence by simply saying, “Suck it.”
I eagerly worked his cock up and down my throat. Lucky for him, I had surgery several years ago that ended up with the removal of my uvula; the little piece of skin that hangs in the back of your throat. It didn’t take me long after to realize I no longer had a gag reflex either. Very convenient for a cocksucker like myself!
It didn’t take long for this trucker to realize I was easily deepthroating his long cock either. He pushed down on the back of my head forcing me to take it so deep that my nose was pressed against his bush. “Fuck yeah, throat it,” he said in a stern voice. I looked up at him and began to suck him harder. The inside of my left thigh was suddenly wet with precum from my aching cock jammed up against it. I reached my hands around the trucker’s waist and plants them firmly on his bare ass. He obviously liked that and began to face fuck me.
There is just something so erotic about having a man’s hand on the back of my head as I suck his cock. Maybe it’s a submissive thing, maybe not. All I know is that this stranger was pushing and pulling it at his own pace and I loved it. I dug my fingers into his ass cheeks and tried to relax my throat even more. “You sexy bitch,” he said looking down at me. I winked at him and stared up at this fine older gentlemen enjoying my oral talents.
Suddenly, the door to the restroom opened again. The trucker pulled my mouth off of his cock, pressed my head against his thigh and raised his finger to his mouth to signal for me to be quiet. I could smell the musky sent of his crotch as we both tried to remain quiet. Footsteps approached our stall and someone tried to open the door. When neither of us answered, the mystery person entered the stall next to us. I looked up at the trucker and he just smiled down at me. He twisted my head until his cock slapped against my lips. I took his hint and reached out with my right hand to place it in my mouth. He let out a loud moan as I went bag to deepthroating his long shaft.
I was happily sucking on the old trucker’s cock when I looked over to see someone peeking under the wall. There was about six inches of space, so this person had to be sprawled out to get a decent look. I stopped sucking long enough for my stranger to look down at me to wonder what was going on. I pointed to the floor and he looked over at our audience. The trucker leaned back just enough to unlock the door to our stall. The set of eyes peeking under the stall quickly disappeared and I could hear footsteps again.
The old trucker grabbed the back of my head firmly and shoved his cock back down my throat. I couldn’t see much, but heard the door lock again. “Bitch sucks a mean dick,” the old man said, “and I ain’t giving it up.” Footsteps passed by and behind me before I felt a rough hand on my left ass cheek. It quickly slide to my crack and a thick finger found its way to my asshole. I grabbed hold of the cock in my mouth just long enough to be able to turn my head to the side and get a look at the new stranger.
The man behind me was younger than the other and looked to be in his late thirties. He was big with a huge beer belly. Dressed in jeans, t-shirt and baseball cap, he looked kind of lumpy but handsome as well. I felt him press the tip of his finger against my asshole. I let go of the older trucker’s cock and pointed to my backpack. The younger man got my hint and searched it. He smiled when he found the bottle of lube.
“Damn, got us a real slut,” the older stranger said before pushing against the back of my head to refocus my attention of his cock. I happily went back to throating him. The cold lube suddenly being smeared onto my ass crack caused me to jump a bit. I was just about to turn around to get a better look at the younger stranger when I felt the cock in my mouth begin to expand. The trucker was breathing heavy now and I knew he was close to cumming. I backed his cock out of my throat until the tip of is rested on my tongue. He looked down at me and said, “Here is comes!”
His cock spasmed and blasted a huge rope of cum onto my tongue and in the back of my mouth. The next fell on my upper lip and splashed across my nose. He stroked his cock a few times and another big burst fell into my mouth. “Take it, faggot!” he said excitedly. I closed my eyes by chance just in time before another glob hit me smack on the chin. I wrapped my lips tight around the old trucker’s cock head and felt another spasm and small burst of cum. He quickly grabbed the bottom of my chin, pulled his cock from my lips and said, “Swallow!”
I looked up at this random gentlemen who happened to be in the same place looking for the same thing at just the right time and smiled before swallowing his load. It was tart but not sour and really thick. He must not have busted a nut in the last few days. I licked my lips and swallowed again for him. “Damn,” he said between shallow breaths, “that was amazing.” He grabbed his cock and slapped it against my left cheek. I reached up to wipe the cum off my face, but he grabbed me hand. He looked down at my wedding ring and quipped, “Wife know you’re a faggot?” I felt my cock twitch upon hearing that question. “Not unless you tell,” I deflected. The older trucker laughed, pulled up his jean and tucked his massive piece of spent meat in them. He zipped up and looked over at the the other stranger. “All your’s, buddy,” he said with a smile. I watched him turn around and exit the stall.
A pair of strong and rough hands grabbed me by the hips and pulled me up until I was standing. I looked back over my right shoulder at the younger trucker. He had a look of pure lust in his eyes. I wiggled out from his grip and turned to face him. He stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face. While the older man knew what he wanted, this guy hesitated a bit. I reached down under his big beer gut and found his belt buckle. He pushed my hand aside and undid it himself before unzipping his jeans. I placed my hands on his hips and slide them to the floor. The front of his briefs were already tented and wet.
We stood looking at each other for a brief second and he then pulled his briefs down to reveal a small shaved cock. It almost seemed babyish compared to the big schlong hanging between the older man’s legs, but was visibly thick. I looked up from his cock and smiled at him. “Nice,” I said as I moved to get on my knees. The fat stranger grabbed my shoulder to stop me. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Bend over,” he said in a mousy voice.
“How about a blowjob instead?” I asked him. He shook his head. “Listen, the lube’s just for when I like to get fingered,” I replied as I took a step back away from him. “Don’t be a cock tease,” he said. I chuckled and went to grab my for my backpack. The stranger pushed my hand away and said, “Bend over.” I reached out and grabbed hold of my pack and quickly turned away from him. “Time to leave, buddy,” I said as I fished out my t-shirt.
Without warning, the young trucker pushed me against the wall. He leaned into me and placed his mouth just above my ear. “You know you want it, slut,” he whispered. I felt a chill go up my spin for the first time in a very long time. My cock went limp as he continued, “I want to fuck you.” He kissed the back of my neck and placed his hands over the top of mine against the wall. I could feel his hard cock press up against my ass. My own flaccid cock was being squished into the concrete wall. “Not my thing,” I said sternly.
The younger man thrust his hips and moved his cock between my ass cheeks. I was getting ready to turn around and clock him when he let go of my right hand and grabbed my left nipple. He twisted it gently and the sensation was unbelievable. A soft moan escaped my mouth without warning. “You’re going to love it,” he whispered in my ear as he pulled me close to him. I shook my head no, but the warmth of his arm across my chest and sensation of his fingers twisting my nipple forced another moan out of me. “I don’t know about this,” I said.
So, yes, I was in the restroom at some random highway rest stop looking to suck cock. In fact, I had just eagerly deep throated some stranger and swallowed his load. Call it what you will, but it’s a fetish of mine and something I don’t do very often. Most of my days are happily spent fucking my wife in a very traditional marriage. However, I like to suck cock and sneak away to do so when the craving gets to be too much. I liken it to going to hit a bucket of balls when the work day gets on your nerves. Getting fucked? Nope! That’s out of the question.
However, here I am wrapped in some young, fat trucker’s arms with his cock pressing against me and I am beginning to like it. “Just relax,” he says. “Let me just suck you off,” I calmly say to him in hopes he’ll change his mind. “Don’t be a tease,” he whispers in my ear, “you know you want it.” “No,” I reply, “I’m not into anal.” The stranger reaches down with his other hand and grabs hold of my cock. To my surprise, it is rock hard. “Could have fooled me,” he whispers.
Fuck, what the hell is going on? This isn’t supposed to be happening. He twists my nipple again and I fall back into his arms. His tongue is slowly tracing my ear lobe. I unwilling let out a loud groan. The trucker releases his grip on me and places both of his hand on my shoulder blades. “Now,” he says firmly, “I said bend over.” He pushes on my shoulders until I have no choice but to bend over and grab hold of the toilet seat. His hands move down to my hips. I feel his foot against my right ankle and then my left; spreading my legs apart.
In a sudden moment of hesitation and sheer panic, I look back at him and plead, “Please, I’m really not sure about this.” I watch as he moves his right hand down to his crotch and uses it to guide his cock into the crack of my ass. His cock head pokes me hard just above my asshole. He uses his hand to readjust his cock and this time finds my asshole. I turn my hips to get a better look at him, his massive beer belly hanging under his t-shirt, and sheepishly beg, “Go slow.” The younger trucker grabs my right shoulder hard, forcing me to look back ahead, and pushes down until I can’t do anything but lower my head. “Shut up,” he replies.
The tip of his cock pushes hard against my asshole but doesn’t enter me. He tries again and I am almost relieved thinking this isn’t going to happen. The third thrust was really hard and I feel my asshole expand enough to allow him inside me. My mind is now numb and I honestly don’t know what to think. The stranger thrust his hips again and I feel his shaft enter my ass. I let out a yelp in response to the white hot pain. My instinct is to clamp down hard on his cock to prevent him from going any further. I feel myself take a deep breath and hold it. “Better relax or this is going to really hurt,” is all he says in response.
Another thrust pushes the tip of his cock against my anal ring. The pain is intolerable and I tell him to stop. “Shut up and take it,” is the stranger’s response to me plea. He pushes in deeper and opens me up to another inch of his shaft. I flinch and try to pull away from him. His hands are now firmly on each of my hips. With a huge push, I feel the remainder of his cock enter me and his beer belly slam against my ass. “Ahh,” he moans.
The assault on my tender asshole briefly stops and I can feel the entirety of his cock in me. He stays there for a few seconds before slowly pulling it out of me. It feels like taking the best shit in my life. My cock twitches when he pulls the tip out. I let out a deep sigh and relax. Before I have time to gather myself, the young trucker slams his cock back up inside me. I scream out in pain as he does. “Take it, bitch,” he says with a hint of a laugh. The pain is so bad that I feel a tear run down my cheek. He pulls back out and then rams me full again. At that point, I see little stars and he begin to feel a bit lightheaded.
My new lover, the thought makes me quiver a bit, eases back out and in another ten or so times. The twentieth or so is not as painful and I only grunt. The next is even easier to take and I allow myself an opportunity to relax. He leans into me, his belly pressing against my back, and whispers into my ear, “That’s it, you’re taking it now.” Another ten or so thrusts. The next one doesn’t hurt at all and I begin to feel my cock restiffen. The next thrust must have hit my prostate because it felt marvelous. I let out a soft moan. “Oh, yeah,” he says excitedly, “you’re mine now, bitch!”
For the next ten minutes or so, my mind races as this random trucker fucks my ass hard. All kinds of emotions flood my head. Am I really gay? Will my wife know? Is my marriage ruined? Why does this feel so good? Who is this man? A firm slap on my right ass cheek clears the cobwebs and I begin to let myself feel his cock inside me. The sensation is nothing short of amazing and I feel my cock begin to drip precum.
An assortment of grunts and moans come pouring out from behind me as the stranger starts to fuck me, in no uncertain terms, properly. I never suspected this of such an unassuming man. His cock is just the right length that it hits my button with every stroke. I arch my back and lean over more to give him a better angle. “Who’s my bitch?” he asks. “I am,” I say between sharp breaths. “Who’s my bitch?” he asks again. I take a deep breath and answer eagerly, “I am!” Another slap on my ass cheek.
A sudden rush of pleasure hits me. I panic and think maybe I’m going to pee. However, that undeniable wave of sensation just before I’m ready to orgasm tickles my balls and I realize what’s going to happen. “I’m going to cum!” I cry out. The first spurt of cum leaves my cock and I watch it hit the tile floor. “That’s it, faggot,” the trucker says, “cum for daddy!” Another spurt of cum hits the floor. My asshole spasms and I clench down on the cock inside me. Two more thick ropes of cum my cum hit the tile. He moans behind me and grabs onto my hips again. A weak dribble of cum leaks out of my cock and I watch as it drips into the pool on the floor below me.
With a grunt, the stranger thrusts inside me hard and deep. “Here it comes, bitch!” he shouts. I feel his cock expand inside my ass. A wash of cum floods my insides. Grunt, thrust, grunt, thrust and more cum. “Milk my cock,” he says between grunts. I squeeze down as hard as I can with my ass and feel another flood of spunk enter me. He stops thrusting and pulls my hips toward him. I take his hint and begin to fuck myself with his spent cock. “That’s it,” he says.
His right arm wraps around me tightly and he kisses my ear. “Told you,” he whispers. He roughly pull his cock out from my ass and I immediately drops to my knees. My legs begin to shake and I place my hands on my thighs in an attempt to stop them. “Fucking tight ass felt great,” the stranger says from above me. I look up at him with total confusion in my eyes. “Don’t sweat it,” he says, “not the first married ass I’ve had.” I just shake my head and look away. “So you like to get fucked?” he continues, “Plenty of husbands taking cock these days.” I grab my t-shirt and pull it over my head. “Faggot like you will able to to find plenty of cock,” he says with a smile as he pulls up his jeans.
I hoped and expected him to just leave, but the young trucker watched as I cleaned myself up and got dressed. “Damn, you are one fine piece of ass, bitch,” he finally says as we are about to leave. “What’s your name anyway?” he asks as he pushed the door open for me. I walk past him, admittedly a little funny begin sore in a way I’d never experienced before, and answer, “Andy.” He laughs and replies, “You mean bitch?”
Alessandra
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