This story features sex between men. Do not read it if you are underage or if such material offends you. Also, the characters in my stories have unsafe sex. Enjoy the fantasy, and use rubbers when you fuck!
LONG DRIVE Part 2
I have a tough decision to make. I'm on my way from Los Angeles to a friend's wedding in San Jose, which is tomorrow, but the bachelor party's tonight. I'm at a freeway rest stop, still about three hours from my destination -- and the party starts in three hours. I've just encountered the stud of my dreams -- a big, furry trucker, and we've just had totally fucking amazing sex in the men's room -- and now he wants me to go back to his truck with him.
If I stay here and fuck around, I'll be late for the party. But the groom's not gonna care if I'm an hour late. Hell, I can always say I got caught in traffic. My conscience doesn't like it when I do this, but my cock has a pretty loud voice too, and right now it's telling me that an hour of awesome man-sex is tipping the scale.
"I can't stay long," I tell him.
He smiles, turns, and leads the way out of the men's room and across the parking lot to his truck. The late afternoon sunlight hits him sideways and I drink in his look from behind: slightly shaggy hair, unbuttoned flannel shirt flapping in the breeze, scuffed-up cowboy boots, and jeans that hug his ass so perfectly that his walk is hypnotic - I can't take my eyes off that amazing ass. It makes me hungry again. I want more.
I've got a funny feeling, though. There's something kinda weird about this guy. He doesn't talk much. His head's in the clouds, he smiles, he's relaxed, he's horny... I wonder if maybe he's medicated.
I follow him into the truck's sleeper. It's cozy, intimate. I inhale deeply. It smells like him, only concentrated, overpowering. My brain reels.
He rolls across the unmade bed until he's on his back, propped up against some pillows. He peels off his flannel shirt, tosses it aside, and clasps his hands behind his head. His pit hair is soaked and curled together, and the room fills with his funk. He is so fucking HOT. "Help me with my boots," he murmurs, his voice deep and throaty.
I grasp one boot and struggle with it until it pulls free -- releasing a new blast of funky aroma to make me dizzy. I can't help myself -- I grasp his sweatsock-covered foot and press it to my face, sinking my nose and mouth into the moist, pungent cotton, and inhaling. FUCK. I can't remember ever having done this before, and now, I can't stop myself. This guy has me so turned on that I want to devour him. My cock is hard again, urgently poking out of my shorts. The process repeats as I remove his other boot.
"Ahhhh," he sighs, grabbing the top button of his 501's and popping open his fly with one determined yank. His bloated cock and fat bull- balls emerge suddenly, as if they had been straining, captive, gasping for air. I pull on the legs of his jeans, and he lifts his ass up -- they slide down, revealing his strong, furry legs. I toss his jeans to the side of the bed and crawl up to be face-to-face with this horny devil. His burly arm wraps around my neck and he pulls my mouth to his. We melt into a muscular kiss -- mouths open, tongues wrestling, spit slobbering, groaning our pleasure. We're in no hurry. We're both into it. My hands massage his head and neck; he sucks my bearded jaw into his mouth. We are lost in horny, masculine passion.
Finally, catching our breaths for a moment, he smiles. "Naked," he says. I like the way he chooses his words.
As I whip off my clothes, I ask, "You okay?"
"Fuck yeah," he replies, deeply resonant but softly, like a low rumble.
"I mean, you seem a little out of it. I thought maybe you were ON something."
He looks at me intently -- like he did when he first saw me in the men's room. Like he's trying to look inside me, figure me out. My question has taken him out of the moment. I hope I haven't fucked up by asking this.
"I took some ecstasy," he admits.
Well THAT explains it. That explains a lot. But other than being spacey, he seems rational, and I decide there's no harm in proceeding. "That's cool," I reassure him.
Besides, I can't wait to suck on that big juicy sausage flopping at half-mast on his thigh. I slide down and wrap my lips around his mushroom head. His meat engorges my mouth, throbbing with a sudden jerk, letting loose a big gush of pre-cum that coats my tongue. FUCK YEAH, BUDDY, FEED ME YOUR JUICE. Mmmm, I close my eyes and let his hardening cock fill up my mouth, inching its way down my throat.
I hear him grunt, and feel his hands lifting me up and resting my body on his in a 69. I feel his bristling beard on my crotch. I feel his sloppy, wet tongue exploring my balls, then traveling up and down the length of my shaft. Suddenly I am deep in his mouth. He chokes, and pushes my hips away. I hear him catch his breath, and then he drops me onto his face again, and starts blowing me like he was born to suck cock.
I lose track of the cock in my own mouth as I deliriously face-fuck the brute lying below me. I rest my head in his musky, sweaty crotch and let my mouth hang open as his hard cock slaps wildly around my face, leaking furiously, as he thrusts my cock in and out of his throat, lavishing his slobbering tongue around it. I contract my muscles down there, pumping my meat up fat and hard. He makes room as he feels it engorging, deep-throating me as if neither his gag reflex nor his need for oxygen ever existed.
Finally, he lifts my hips up. My cock pops out of his mouth. I hear him gasp. A deep gush of air fills his lungs. Then down comes my crotch onto his face again. Only this time, he rotates my hips forward so my ASS, not my cock, lands square on his face. His tongue plunges hard and deep into my butt-hole.
"FUUUUUUUUCK," I whine as he penetrates my ass with his horny tongue. Oh MAN I am in fuckin' ass-pig heaven. This fucker is eating my ass like he's starving. Rolling his tongue in circles, sucking my ass-muscles, massaging my hole with his lips -- this fucker is obviously a dedicated butt-muncher. I press my ass down onto his face, open my hole wide for him, and sigh deeply. I want to him in there. I want his handsome face deep in my ass. I let go of every muscle I ever learned to contract, and allow this fuckin' animal to feast on my rosebud. He roars his approval. Waves of pleasure shudder through me. My whole body vibrates.
His leg muscles twitch, and his awesome thighs rise up, spread-eagle, as he brings his knees to his chest. FUCK YEAH BUDDY, show me that fine manly butthole, I WANT SOME TOO! I wrap my arms around his ass- cheeks, pull his heavenly butt to my face, and plunge my tongue into his succulent hole with as much determination and passion as he had done with mine. AW, SWEEEEEET... I gorge myself on the soft, tangy flesh. His hole is pulsing as it reacts to my invasion, and then it relaxes, opening wide as I press forward. I feast. My brain fills with the sensations of texture, taste, and smell. I visualize my head disappearing into the sweaty fur of his ass-crack.
We are 69ing. We both groan at our mutual pleasure. We match each other's movements, as if we were sucking our own asses. We are lost in the unfathomable depth of each other. We are intimately connected in a way that would shock the average person. We are contented. We are pigs.
We break. Gasping, heart pounding, I climb off his muscular, hairy flesh. The air is thick with sex. We regard each other unblinkingly. Without a word, I throw a leg across him and mount his crotch, facing him. His eyes open wider; he looks at me as if looking into my soul. I reach behind my ass, grab his massive dick, and press it against my puckering hole. I stare into my trucker's eyes as my sphincter yields to his wide mushroom head. My mouth drops open as the length of his thick shaft slides up my spit-coated man-chute. My chest is heaving. My head spins. I feel his balls press against me as I allow the final inch of his hard-on into my bowels. Having fully relaxed to let him in, I now clench those muscles, squeezing his cock, letting him feel how thrilled I am to have his monster completely inside me.
I collapse onto his chest as he begins to rock his hips, pushing his fuck-stick in and out of my stretched butt-hole. My face is buried in his beard and his sweat-soaked, swirling chest fur as I ride the length of his cock. I am fuckin' IMPALED. JEEZUS, nothing feels better than this. This fucker is FILLING ME UP. Every fuck-stroke brings cascading waves of ecstasy rocking and rolling up my body. I sit upright and ride him, bucking, thrashing, yelling. "YEAH, FUCKER, FILL ME WITH COCK! PLOW MY FUCKIN' MAN-HOLE, BUDDY! PLOW MY ASS, MAN, I CAN TAKE IT! YEAH, I CAN TAKE IT!"
With one motion, he sits up, grabs me, and spins sideways, so I end up on my back, with his bone still buried to the hilt. WOW, I'm fuckin' PUTTY in this guy's hands. My legs are aloft, spread, and this god-like, sweaty muscle-bear is pumping his massive tool in and out of my sloppy man-cunt. I am getting royally PLOWED. I am speechless, but every muscle in my body spasms in intense pleasure. I see the fire in my lover's eyes. He plants his mouth on mine and kisses me violently. Then our lips part -- he looks at me desperately, as if wanting to know if it's okay. Without a word, I tell him with my eyes, YES. IT'S OKAY. IT'S WHAT I WANT. GIVE IT TO ME, MAN.
He roars. He erupts. I see the man on top of me transform into something primeval. He ejaculates into my guts at a thousand miles an hour, spraying his manhood from the depth of his nuts to the furthest reaches of the universe. His pounding thrusts push me to climax. My cock spews forth, gushing onto my chest. The second shot pops into my open mouth. My toes are curling. My skin prickles into goose-flesh.
Our bellows and grunts and spasms wind down as we decrescendo. Our eyes remain locked together as his cock withdraws with agonizing slowness. I don't want him to pull out. I want to feel his cock filling me up forever. When the last inch of his cock-head finally pops free, I whimper at the void in my hungry ass. Instantly he reaches under me, lifts my ass off the bed, and dives in with his face, planting his mouth firmly on my gaping, dripping cunt-hole, and devours it. "FUUUUUCK, BUDDY, THAT'S IT... EAT ME... EEEEEAT MEEEEE.... AWWW, YEAHHHH....." I can hear him slurping his cum noisily as he sucks it from my body, grunting with horny satisfaction. Then he plants his tongue on my cum-splattered belly, sucking the thick white jizz from my fur, slurping his way up my chest, finally arriving face-to-face.
We grab each other and kiss. Our mouths fill with our cum, ass- juice, spit, and sweat. We breathe into each other -- my lungs fill with his air, and then I return the favor and inflate him with mine. Our hands roam, groping, squeezing, exploring. My fingers find his butt-hole and slide inside him. His eyes roll back in his head as he releases his ass muscles to allow me inside. WAIT A MINUTE, WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON? His ass is opening wider, stretching around my hand, practically sucking it in! HOLY FUCK, my hand is disappearing into his ass! It pauses as the widest part of it challenges him. He looks at me, eyes pleading, mouth open, his desire huge. I feel the muscles of his ass make an effort to make room for me. I lean my body weight onto my hand, and SCHLUUUUUP, in it goes, his gaping ass- ring closing again around my wrist.
I hardly have time to register my amazement when a fountain of piss erupts from his cock, spurting high into the air. In a heartbeat my mouth is clamped onto his cock, gulping down his golden stream. He is lost again, eyes closed, body squirming, murmuring in a deep, savage language all his own. When I have swallowed all his piss, I sit up and make tiny rotations with my embedded fist. His eyes fly open. He nods at me, his face gyrating into wordless expressions of pleasure, pain, lust, and submission. With my other hand I stroke his throbbing hard-on. His bodily spasms intensify. A guttural yell bursts from his throat as ropes of sperm fly from his cock. YEAH MOTHER-FUCKER, SPEW THAT LOAD WITH MY FIST INSIDE YOU! I rattle my knuckles against his prostate, intensifying his orgasm. Jets of his cum fly around the bed. As he continues to quake and thrash, I feel his ass muscles start to push me out. My hand is released.
He is floating in man-sex nirvana. I lay on his chest and hold him tightly. His rapid breathing starts to slow, returning to normal. We are still for a long time.
Finally, I stir, and start to put on my clothes. "Don't go," he murmurs.
"I have to." He looks crushed. "What's the matter? That was incredible, but I gotta hit the road. I gotta be somewhere tonight. Don't worry, I'm sure there'll be another hot guy along in no time."
"I don't want another guy."
He was starting to sound a little goofy. "Hey, I like you too, but I'm sure you'll have just as much fun with your next trick."
"I never done it with a guy before."
I look at him incredulously. "BULLSHIT. Very funny." He's staring at me. "Oh, shit, you can't be serious. You've never had sex with a guy? Never? Nothing?"
He looks away, and sighs. I wait patiently for an explanation.
"I've had lots of girlfriends, but they always leave, because I always lose interest in them. I didn't know I'd like guys. I never thought about it. I like girls, but it was always like there was something missing. I got depressed. A buddy of mine got tired of hearing me complain and gave me some ecstasy and told me to cheer up."
"So you weren't cruising in the men's room? You were just pissing?"
"Yeah, I was high, and I had to piss, but I was just standing there, feeling kinda floaty, and nothing was comin' out, so I was just strokin' my dick. Felt so good. Then you walked in."
Okay, this guy is a case. "Look, what's your name?"
"Mark."
"Where do you live?"
"Bakersfield."
I finished dressing, pulled out my wallet and gave him a card. "Here's my info. Let's talk next week. You need some time to sober up and think about all this. Probably not too smart to fall in love with the first guy who sticks his hand up your ass."
"Did I do okay?"
I laugh. This is unbelievable. "Not bad for a beginner."
He smiles. We kiss. OH MAN, I COULD TOTALLY FALL FOR THIS GUY.
He stands by his truck, watching me drive away. Rejoining the freeway, I shudder as a drop of juice oozes out of my exhausted dick. Automatically, I swipe my hand across it and bring the nectar to my tongue.
Rover c2005 Comments appreciated roverzone@mac.com