4/14/2001
Rest Stop Pickup by catta9tales@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional and not intended for minors or those judged unable by law to read this material. Any resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental and unintended.
I'm a coffee fiend. That means that if I'm around, there's usually a cup of coffee someplace close by. This is also true when I drive.
I was making a relaxed business run from Evansville to Louisville, up I-64, sipping on my coffee and singing along with the radio. I realized that I really needed to take a wicked piss. Fortunately, I spotted a rest stop sign just ahead. I signaled for the ramp and pulled into the parking area, almost in front of the building. The place looked pretty quiet, a few trucks in the outer lot, but only a couple of cars in front of the building itself.
I jumped from the van and hurried up the walk. As I approached the front door, I noticed a guy sitting on a picnic table near the door, facing the parking area. He was cice looking, about 30 or so, wearing a blue pullover and very tight jeans. He sat on the bench, his back against the edge of the table and arms spread on either side, his legs spread wide and relaxed. He nodded and smiled as I approached, and my eyes couldn't help but wander down to nicely defined basket that held what must have been a good-sized package. When my eye came back to his face, his smile seemed a little brighter; a little more knowing.
I hurried into the building and into the men's room, heading straight toward the center in the row of urinals along the wall. But you know how it is when you've been holding one for a while, I just couldn't get it to let go. I had barely realized my dilemma when I heard the door open again and in came the guy from the picnic table. He stepped up to the urinal on my left and began a production of zipping down the tight jeans and digging in the fly for his cock, kind of working around in there to get ahold of the thing. Once he got it out, I could see why he had such a problem. He pulled out a huge cock, at least 8 or 9 inches, and managed to pull his balls out with it. He glanced over both shoulders as if to see that we were the only ones there, then placed his hands on his hips and thrust the cock toward the urinal. He stepped back slightly as though he wanted to be sure I could see what was going on. In the meantime, my own cock had turned into steel, further adding to my other problem.
When I glanced back toward him, he was looking at me and smiling. He looked down and I saw the cock twitch, then start up a stream into the bowl. I guess the sound of rushing water helped me, as my own cock finally started releasing it's load, though not without a little urging on my part. As he pissed, it looked like his cock straightened from a gently downsweeping curve to almost perpendicular to his body. As the stream dribbled to an end, he took his cock in his hand and gave it a couple of shakes, then milked it for a few more golden drops. He reached under and gave his balls a little squeeze, which his cock seemed to enjoy.
He glanced back up at me and smiled again. I must have had a silly smirk on my face that told him that I liked what I was seeing. He reached for my left hand and took it by the wrist and guided it toward that magnificent cock. I didn't hesitate, but immediately placed my hand around it. It was hard as marble and soft as velvet at the same time. I gave his cock a couple of slow strokes, and I could feel the soft skin sliding over the hard veins. He moaned softly, his knees bending and hips thrusting with my motions.
We heard the squeak of the door and quickly got our hands on their proper tools. A couple of burly truckers entered; one stepped up to my right, the other headed for a stall. I had a little difficulty getting my cock back into my jeans, and by the time I had the zipper up, he was standing off to the side, all tucked away. I don't know how he did it, but I guess you learn a few tricks living with one that big. I could see the outline of his whopper pointing toward his left hip. It had to be uncomfortable! He saw me looking his way and reached down to adjust his package, smiling at me. We must have been on the same wavelength.
We stepped outside into the bright sunshine and paused just passed the front door. "I have a place we can go," he growled, his voice a low, sexy rumble. "You interested?"
I thought for a moment and checked by instincts. Everything had green lights, and I didn't have a schedule to keep. "Sure."
"Friend has a place not too far from the next exit. I've been keeping an eye on things while he's away. I'm in the red pickup," he said as he pointed to a ruby-red Dodge Ram parked next to my van. "Just follow me."
The trip was short, about 15 minutes from the rest stop, and the place was a patch of wooded acreage with a house in the middle. He had to open the gate to the drive and let us through, then lock it behind us. The house was cozy and comfortable looking from the outside, sort of a cabin in the woods, vacation type place. We parked at the end of the long drive and he lead me around to the back of the house onto a deck. All around the house were woods. A very private place.
He turned and took me in his arms, pressing his lips roughly against mine. I was caught completely by surprise, but only took a moment to catch up and put my arms around him. He was much taller that me so I had to look up to meet his lips. I felt his tongue press past my lips and teeth and dart into my mouth, filling it with sweetness. The roughness of his not too recently shaved face scratched against my cheek. His body pressed against me until I could feel the hard buds of his nipples pressing into my chest. The combination of these sensations sent a flood of heat to my crotch and caused my cock to swell and strain against my zipper. Our tongues battling in our mouths and the friction of our bodies rubbing together raised a most delicious heat.
After a few moments of this, he stepped back and released me. He had a playful smile, but his eyes had hardened, perhaps with lust. "You look like the type that would be good at following orders," he said, a slightly menacing tone in his voice.
I felt a tension come to my stomach. "What do you mean?" I asked nervously.
"I mean I want you to do exactly what I tell you." This time his smile was a little more forceful.
"Wait a minute!" I started to say, but he took me in his arms again and began kissing me, roughly, but lustfully. I felt the heat turn up in my crotch.
He stepped away again. "Pull off your shirt." He watched as I pulled my shirt over my head. He reached out and grabbed a nipple and began pinching gently. I felt my knees weaken and my cock jump in my jeans. He pulled his shirt off over his head, exposing a delicious pair of nipples. "Suck my nipples." I leaned over and took the right one in my mouth and began sucking it like a baby on a tit. My nose was close to his armpit, and I could smell the erotic combination of clean man sweat and a musky- citrus smell of deodorant. He moaned as I sucked harder. I reached up and began gently pinching the other nipple, then switched, sucking the left and pinching the right. "Harder," he moaned, "Bite it!" I took the nipple gently in my teeth, gently nibbling as I flicked my tongue across the tip of it. My other hand was stroking his stomach, cupping his ass and stroking his thighs. I was deliberately not touching his cock or balls, but rubbing the flesh on the inside through the material of his jeans.
He grabbed me by the shoulders and started backing us toward a chaise lounge behind him until we were straddling the leg rest. He sat down and pulled me down with him, so that he was laying back on the lounge and I was seated facing him. He pulled me closer as he raised his legs until our crotches were almost touching, then rested his legs on my thighs. He pulled my head back down to his chest. "Keep sucking," he ordered.
Our crotches were pressed together and he began rocking, rubbing my cock against his balls. After a minute of this, he pushed me away. "Take the rest of your clothes off." I stood up and began unbuckling my belt, all the time watching him watching me. I had to step to the side of the lounge to kick off my shoes and socks and pull off my pants. His eyes lit when he saw I was wearing a pair of charcoal-colored jockeys, my cock tenting them out and precum leaving a dark spot in the front. "Leave your underwear on." I laid my pants aside and started to resume my position, but was stopped by his foot on my chest. "Pull my shoes and socks off." I pulled his shoe and sock off, and he offered me the other foot, which I complied. As I pulled the sock off, his foot slipped down to my crotch and his long toes began digging into my cock. I grabbed his ankle and held it in place, pressing my cock against the sole of his foot.
Then he pulled away. "Now the pants." I sat down in front of him and began unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning the waist of his jeans, then pulling down the zipper. A hairy bush appeared; no underwear to contain it, and then the root of that fantastic cock leading off to the left. He grabbed my wrists to stop me, then motioned me forward. As I leaned, he reached behind my head and forced it down to his crotch. "Get it out with your mouth." I started rooting in his crotch like a pig after truffles. His hands returned to my wrists and placed my hands on his nipples. I understood that I was supposed to play with them at the same time. I could see the end of his cock tucked under the left side of his jeans by the outline of the semi-hard flesh and the dark stain of precum. I began working my tongue under his cock, trying to lever it out, but the jeans were almost too tight, pinning the growing head against his thigh. I worked my nose up along the underside, trying to push the jeans away as my tongue, dug for purchase. Finally his cock broke free, slapping me in the face as it fairly leaped from his fly. Unable to resist, my tongue darted down to the root and stroked from his balls to the bright red crown, pausing only to clean the precum that glistened on the head. I heard him moan again and thrust his hips, pushing the cockhead into my mouth. I sucked eagerly, taking in about half of it before it hit the back of my throat. I gave it a couple of strokes before he stopped me again. "Finish taking my pants off." I stood as he lifted his hips and I eased the jeans down as far as I could. He brought his legs together and I pulled them off, catching a glimpse of his asshole as he pulled his legs out of the jeans. Now he sat there in a similar position to what I saw him on the picnic table at the rest stop.
He motioned me back down, but as I sat, he raised his knees to his chest. "Eat my ass."
"No, I'm sorry, I don't do that," I replied, shaking my head. Suddenly I found my head in a scissors lock, his long legs holding me almost motionless. "Yes, you will." He released me and stood quickly, pushing me back on the lounge until he stood over me. "Stay like that," he ordered, then stepped over me so he could turn and face the other way. Stunned, I just lay there, not sure what to do. He quickly sat on my chest, trapping my arms at my sides. He grabbed my wrists then lifted his ass over my face. "Eat it," he ordered again, and began lowering his hairy asshole toward my face. I knew that if I didn't comply, he could easily smother me. I met him part way, gingerly reaching out with my tongue to flick at his hole. He froze, so I did it again. "That's better," he encouraged. "Mind me and we'll get along just fine."
I expected his ass to smell, but it was squeaky clean, smelling only faintly of a musky man-scent and soap. At least he was considerate. I dug in with a little more force, causing him to moan and his pucker to flex. He released my hands, and I felt him stroking my cock, then felt the hot wetness of his mouth descend on it. The lust that flared up in me make me lick harder at his asshole, and I could hear and feel his moans as his ass clenched in pleasure. I felt between his legs and his cock was like a steel rod, the head wet and dripping with precum. I gave him a couple of stokes and his hips bucked in response.
We went on like this for a few minutes, his mouth bringing me to the edge, which he seemed to sense, since he would slow his attentions until my lust was pulled back from the edge. His ass rose and he stepped over me. He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small tube of lube. "Stand up." he ordered. I stood at the end of the lounge, facing it. "Take off your underwear." I eased the waistband over my hips and let them drop to the deck, then kicked them over toward my pants. I looked back to him expectantly, and he was staring at my cock, licking his lips. "Turn around." I turned to face the end of the lounge. "Now, lay face down on the chair."
"What are you going to do?" I asked, an inkling of his intentions giving me a thrill of fear in my crotch.
He stepped behind me and pressed me toward the lounge. I was forced to my knees to keep from falling, then he followed me down, pressing me face down into the seat and pushing my hard cock between the webbing. He sat on my thighs and I felt something cold against the crack of my ass.
"No," I said, suddenly panicked. "I can't take that cock! It's too big!" I tried to raise myself off of the chair, but his hands pressed against my lower back, holding me in place. "Just lay there and be quiet. You'll like it, I promise." I felt his long fingers working into the crack of my ass and a single finger gently probing my asshole. At first it balked at the invasion, but I forced myself to relax, knowing that fighting it would only make it hurt worse. He kept sliding in and out, occasionally pausing to add more of the lube. Fortunately, my cock was not trapped beneath me, since his gentle intrusion was causing my cock to go harder than I thought possible. Each time the long finger pressed against my prostate, I could almost feel the precum pouring from my cockhead.
Soon he was using two fingers, then three. He had relaxed the pressure on my back, and had lifted his ass and allowed me to spread my legs more. His balls were hanging between my thighs, brushing them as his motions caused them to sway from side to side. His cockhead rested in the space between my balls and my ass, rubbing it gently with the same motions. By this point I was gripping the sides of the chair for dear life, anxious yet afraid for what would come next. I heard him drop the bottle of lube to the deck, then shift his body forward slightly. The head of his cock pressed against my relaxed asshole, like a battering ram pausing before storming the gates. I felt the huge head press and gain fairly easy entrance, and he paused again, giving me a change to get used to the feeling. There was no pain, just the familiar sensation of fullness.
He pressed in further, and I could almost feel his cock filling my ass, especially as it passed over my prostate. My cock gave a lurch, and I could imagine the precum drooling to the deck below us. I felt the curly hairs of his bush against my ass cheeks at the same time as I felt his balls resting against mine. He was in to the hilt, but there was no pain, only the full, hot feeling of cock. He paused again for only a moment then began rocking slightly, moving his cock in and out, only an inch at a time. I felt him lift up, his cock angling down more toward my cock as he completely freed my legs. I spread my legs further and let my feet drop to the deck; I wanted him deeper in me. He put his hands on my hips and gave me a tug, indicating I was to stand myself. We juggled around until I had my feet planted on either side of the lounge, supporting myself in the seat with my elbows and my ass in the air. He reached under and began tweaking my right nipple, pinching and twisting it. I moaned from the volley of sensations from different parts of my body. "Fuck me," I moaned. "Fuck me harder! I want that cock all the way to my belly!"
He began thrusting harder, his thighs slapping into mine, his balls rocking against my balls. His strokes became deeper and longer, his hips churning faster. I reached under and stroked my straining cock, hard to the point of being painful. All the sudden I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, and two strokes later it spewed from my cock like a firehose as wave after wave of orgasm rocked me and my vision grayed out for a moment. I couldn't remember cumming this hard in my life! I could feel my ass clenching with each wave, and he moaned louder each time that my asshole squeezed his pounding cock. He suddenly slammed into me, holding his cock deep in my gut as I could imagine feeling the scalding cum gush into my bowels. His body shook with spasm after spasm. As the eruption subsided, I felt him sag against me, and we both fell to the seat of the lounge, his hot sweaty body resting on mine, and his cock still planted firmly in my ass. We lay like that for several minutes, both of us gasping like fish out of water. I felt him shift carefully and his cock slid slowing from my ravaged ass. Boy, was I gonna be sore tomorrow, I thought to myself, smiling with exhaustion and satisfaction.
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