[Put standard disclaimer here]
I haven't written that many stories, so I'm still kind of new at this. I retain all rights, but you are welcome to place this on your non-pay website-I would just like a note to tell me, and that I require that you keep my e-mail address on there.
Red Mustang
I had just gone to see my sister in Dallas and was driving back to Houston down I-45. It's a long drive, about three hours. As I was coasting along in my Jeep, I let the wind blow through my hair. That's the one thing that I love about keeping long hair-it really feels good in summer to let it down while driving with the top down. I should probably describe myself, to give you guys a better idea of what I look like-I'm 6'0", 32" waist, 7.5 inch dick, swimmer's build, 170#. I have shoulder-length black hair that I usually keep back in a ponytail, except on occasions like this. In summer, it feels nice to let it all hang out. ::grin:: I decided before I left, as this was a typical summer day in Texas, to go ahead and just do the white tank top and some mesh basketball shorts. I would wear black, but then it really emphasizes the fact that I didn't tan this year. When I don't tan, my olive-complexion is more noticeable, but when I do, I get a nice bronze look. You can really see my Hispanic background shining through, almost literally. I'm very disappointed I didn't get a good tan this year, primarily due to my new job, which requires me to be indoors programming.
I digress.
My trip. I was driving down I-45 from Dallas to Houston and decided to pull over at a rest stop that's on the way. The area's kind of dark (it's late) but I don't mind terribly. I have had my share of bathroom experiences (to use the euphemism), and I think it's kind of fun to see who is cruising anyways. This was one of those areas that has a park around it, that-I bet-a lot of sex happens in, but I hadn't ever cruised one of these places. As I pulled up, there are a few cars directly in front of the bathroom. It's then that I noticed that way out on the end of the row of parking spaces, parked far away from the rest of the cars, was a red Mustang. Its windows were too tinted to see if there is anyone in it, but, by its location, I suspected that the owner of it was definitely out here for dick. I mean, if he were here for the bathroom, he wouldn't have parked at the last parking space a good 300-400 feet away from the bathroom when there are open spots right in front of it. Halfway between the end of the pack of cars (where I parked) and the horny little red Mustang was a trash can. I decided, just for fun, I was going to go ahead and throw away some junk out of my jeep, just to get a better look at the car. As I hopped out of my jeep, a car was pulling up next to mine, so that by the time I got to the trash can, the new car's headlights were right on me. I couldn't see in the "mystery car" at all due to the new cars headlights, but if there were someone in that car, he could definitely see me. I laughed as I was throwing away the trash. That was just my luck. So, I decided to quit thinking with that head, and head to the head (sorry, just wanted to throw some alliteration in here).
I went into one of the stalls, and pulled down the shorts and took my dick out to start to piss. I started reading some of the graffiti on the walls to see how cruisy the bathroom is, and what type of people come to this bathroom. The way these stalls worked was like they took a row of four toilets, with the long stalls partitions, and then changed two of them over to urinals. So, I was peeing when I heard the door open. Whoever it was went to the other urinal. That's when this mystery man spoke, in a velvety baritone voice.
"Man it's hot out there."
It was weird to have someone talking to me like this over the partition. I know women will do that, but it's just not usually a guy thing. Don't know what made it at all different. I chuckle.
"Yes it is. I forget how hot South Texas gets. Nice for Mother Nature to remind me."
He laughed. I stood there for a moment, and shook my dick. We continued the small talk for another minute, and then we both flushed the toilet. As I came out of the stall, I nearly ran into the guy.
He was taller than I was (about 6'3") with dark brown (coffee with a dab of cream) skin, and a shaved head. He kind of looked like Malik Yoba. He looked at my eyes first, to judge if I were about to run right into him, and, upon realizing that I wasn't, looked down at my crotch. He glanced down, almost as though he were looking at something else, but that furtive glance was enough to tell me that this must be the guy from that last car: the red Mustang. He then met my eyes again and said "Man, are you in a hurry to wash your hands or what?" We laughed as we both headed to the sink. He washed his hands first after I insisted that I wasn't in that much of a hurry. After he washed his hands, he turned around and smiled. He had the most beautiful smile. His beautiful white teeth were a great contrast to his smooth, dark skin. He went around me to the hand dryer as I went up to the sink to wash my hands. I don't know if he thought about it or not, but there was a mirror in front of me. So as he stood behind me, drying his hands, I could see him in the reflection in the mirror. He was checking out my ass. Now, mind you, this is what a lot of guys do to me. I apparently have a nice ass. So having a guy check out my ass was nothing new. What made this different was that it was just the two of us in a restroom somewhere between Dallas and Houston. It was a more .. intimate setting. I smiled to myself, and finished washing my hands. I then went over to the other hand dryer and hit the button. We both stood there drying our hands, when I caught him staring at my crotch again. He looked up to see me catch him staring. I smiled. He smiled too. I then asked, "Do you want to see it?" He looked at me with lust in his handsome eyes. He didn't say anything, he just led me over to the last stall that had a door on it. We got into the stall and started making out. His lips were so smooth. He kissed with wanton desire, as did I. I put my hands behind his shaved head, pulling his kisses into me, teasing his lips with mine. I played with his upper lip, licking it, nibbling it, tasting it, and then he slid his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on his tongue, licking the tip of it with my own, teasing it. I let my hands fall down his neck and then his back, and realized that this guy was built! He wasn't big, but he was firm. I continued feeling his body through the shirt, feeling his tongue in my mouth, and then putting my tongue in his. I couldn't wait to get this guy on my dick, the way he was sucking my tongue!
I unbuttoned his shirt while we were lip-locked, feeling his chest. He had the creamiest chest! It was so smooth, with a little patch of hair between his pecs. His nipples were darker than the rest of his skin, and stood out asking for my mouth. I couldn't help but oblige. Due to the difference in height, when I sat down on the stool, his nipples were right at my mouth level. He started running his hands through my hair as I encircled his left nipple, kissing around it, lightly licking on it, and then blowing on it to get it erect. I think teased it between my teeth, nibbling on it, while I played with his other nipple. His right one had a shiny silver loop going through it, which contrasted so beautifully with his sweet cocoa skin. I then leaned over to the other tit and played with it the same way. I then saw the tattoo that was above that nipple. It was an Omega symbol from the Greek alphabet. I smiled as I continued with the right nipple. This guy was a frat boy! He was from the Omega Psi Phi House! I recognized it because my last boyfriend was from one of their rivals: Alpha Phi Alpha. Omegas are great in bed, I remembered. That just made me hotter!
While I played with his right ringed nipple, licking the silver ring in my mouth, sometimes playfully tugging on it, I ran my hands down his abs, feeling his stomach. He had a thatch of hair that started down here and followed down below the waist of his shorts. I was on an adventure to find out where this one ended. I undid the drawstring on his shorts and let them fall to the floor, leaving him standing in front of me with a pair of 2x-ist underwear. He had a lot under there from what I could tell. I took down his underwear and his dick sprang forth from the right side where it had been growing.
His dick was so nice looking. I wish I could describe it to give the perfect picture of what it looked like. It was a little bit lighter than his skin, and perfectly proportioned. I'd guess it was probably about 9 or 9.5 inches. Its mushroom head flared out nicely, telling me that it would give me the most incredible sensations in my ass. It was silky smooth and thick. It bounced a little with the beat of his heart, which at this point, was fairly quick. It pointed almost straight out of his groin straight at my face. This guy should have been a porn star. I was in love with this dick!
"You like?" he huskily whispered, his shiny white smile beaming down on me. Words failed me. I decided to show this bald black man just how much I liked his dick.
I leaned forward and licked on the dick while staring into his sweet brown eyes. I kissed the tip of it, and started sucking on just the tip, playing with it with my tongue. Our eye contact broke when he closed his eyes in ecstasy. He started moaning "damn, man" and the hand on the back of my head started pushing me more into this dick. I opened wider.
At that point, I probably had about half of it in my mouth, and I could feel the head of it at the back of my throat. He started slowly pulling back out of my mouth. I reached behind him to feel his ass. Man, he had a nice bubble butt! It felt so damn sexy, this soft, firm round ass jutting out from his lower back. It felt so smooth. As his dick was sliding back to the back of my mouth, I imagined how good this smooth black ass would feel with my dick buried in it to the hilt. Or this ass sitting on my face jacking off. I wished at this point that we were back at my house in Houston where we could explore all these positions. I was brought back to reality when his head was starting to penetrate my throat.
I swallowed greedily as his dick entered my throat, which propelled my head forward. It was an interesting feeling, that by swallowing, it caused my head to be pulled into his crotch, but turned me on even more. I mean, here's a dick that doesn't even yield to the person giving it a warm wet place! As I swallowed him into me, and my face into his crotch, he started caressing my head. I noticed that his vocalizations were much loader now, reverberating off of the tile. It felt like nirvana. This is one of those chicken vs. egg conundrums: I didn't ask his age, so I don't know which came first: this smooth, perfect cock, or my throat that it seemed perfect inside. Any which way, it felt so good. I imagined as he crammed himself all the way down my throat and held himself there, while I swallowed around his cock, that we were connected. It may be the lack of oxygen from having his dick blocking my windpipe, or maybe something magical but I felt a connection. Again, before the sparks start forming before my eyes and I have to slide off of his magnificent prick, I swore I could see me kneeling down in front of him..like I was disembodied or something. He then pulled out of my throat, and left me just the tip of his dick, and then gave it all to me again. He controlled my head by my ears. He started muttering as he fucked my face.
"You want this dick doncha" "You like suckin' my dick"
I couldn't lie-this was the greatest thing I had had in a long time. The catch of course was that I couldn't tell him.
"Mgmph" was the best I could do. His strokes started to get quicker (and in a way, I was thankful-my jaw was hurting!), and then I felt his dick get even thicker. Lucky for me it was already halfway in my throat. I again used my throat muscles to pull my face into his crotch by way of swallowing this hunk of steak, and then heard him groan.
"I'm gonna cum!" "Yeaaaaaaaaah!"
And with that shout that anyone in the general vicinity of this restroom would have heard, his dick started pulsating. God I love that feeling of someone creaming down my throat. Tears were forming in my eyes, but I kept on swallowing the dick to use my throat muscles to milk this piece in my throat. I know it was about a minute that he orgasmed in my throat, but it felt like an hour. Not that I was complaining. I was really enjoying this. I had a weird feeling of connection with him, something I hadn't ever felt any of the times I had tricked in a bathroom before.
"You're gonna need to wash up again, my friend!" he said, laughing. I looked down and realized that at some point, I must have cum. I don't remember cumming, so it must have been while he was. That was the most beautiful intense orgasm I have ever had.
When I went to wash up, I heard the door open, and so I turned around and saw some older guy coming in to go to the bathroom. I went back to the stall, and saw that my nubian dreamboat had vanished! He must have left when the old guy came in. I went outside, but his red Mustang (with said occupant) had already vanished. Maybe it was the low that followed that glorious high, but I felt a pang of disappointment that I never really got to get his number. I know that a relationship is not based on sex alone, but I really would have liked to get to know him better.
As I started to walk out of the stall, I saw the graffiti. This one was not too old. It said "Hot sex. BJ/anal Look for red Mustang 9/14 or 10/14 around 7pm. I've got a 9 in. dick. What do you wanna do with it?"
I guess I'll be visiting my sister in Dallas next month again, oh say, around the 14th of October.
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