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ROAD TRIP SLUT (a true story)
I guess I’ve always known it, I am a slut.
Ever since the boy across the street had showed me some naked games that boys could play together.
It was innocent enough some strip poker in my fort in the back yard. I didn’t know how lucky I was at the time, two twelve or thirteen year old boys exploring each other naked bodies.
Stripping as one or the other watched, and then gradually upping the ante, usually ending up with me completely naked looking at this boy boner from this beautiful blonde angel standing in front of me.
Come on suck it, you’ll like it. NO WAY, I wasn’t putting that thing in my mouth. Something I still regret to this day, damn I wished they hadn’t moved away so soon. Shortly after they did I found myself longing to know what it would be like to actually suck another boy’s dick. Little did I know at the time that was an urge that would never go away.
Ok well then let me butt fuck you then. Shit ok why didn’t you say so? Just sticking it up my ass fine, just don’t think about sticking that thing in my mouth I thought to myself, I mean how gross was that? Kind of funny really, I mean the mind of a 12 year old. Fucking? Hey no problem. Soon we were “humping” (as we called it) away regularly, almost daily. Then we’d go ride our bikes, explore and generally do the normal things that adolescent boys will do. Sometimes at the end of the day we’d find our way back to the fort and we’d be humping again.
I think his dad kind of suspected we were gay for each other; the other boys in the neighborhood were starting to talk about the “two faggots” down the street.
In fact the way I found out about it was that one day a boy from a couple of blocks over who was a friend with some other boy on my block approached me and said “hey man you know where the fags live”?
I could have shit myself. Fuck, no man I don’t know about any fags, why?
I want one of them to suck my dick that’s why. Goddamn looking back thinking about the possibilities. It all ended before we ever really got started. I am sure if Michael’s dad had stayed in the neighborhood we would have soon been blowing each other daily and many other boys in the neighborhood as well.
I am sure his dad was in denial about the whole thing, and figured I was the instigator, which was untrue; I’d never had a single though of getting it on with another boy before Mike moved in across the street.
So here I am some 20 years later. My name is Guy Fisher and I am a slut.
I left my house this morning making my typical road trip, out of town again, on a schedule.
I make sure that I have my low cut skinny jeans on, a nice baby blue thong and a pull over short sleeve sweat shirt with a waste band. Why is this important? Because of the waste band my sweat shirt sits a bit above my belt line, which by the way I am sure not wearing. After all why would I want to keep my pants up? The pants are a little lose, not bad, just a little, they can easily shift down, just a bit.
It’s near lunch time I decide to stop at Sizzler and get something to eat. I know my thong and upper ass cheeks are subtly exposed to the world and I like it. I order my food take my coke find a booth, nobody’s paying attention. I walk directly in front of the salad bar, the all you can eaters, most of the crowd, are sitting in the booths nearest the salad bar.
Hey if I’m here to get some glares and disgusting looks why not make sure I have maximum exposure. I work my way to the men’s room, urinate, and then make sure I slip my jeans down just a bit more and I walk back out of the men’s room.
Still no glares I did since a couple of glances though, too polite a crowd I guess. There were a couple of fairly rugged looking, young and hot too, painters working over the salad bar. I’d hoped they’d catch a glance and maybe I’d soon be blowing one or both in the men’s room. Not a chance they were preoccupied with their food.
I got back on the road and realized I always keep my large but plug in my backpack in the trunk, a dog, collar and a couple of other toys with me. I stop at the next rest stop go into the men’s room and I insert the butt plug firmly up my ass and put the nylon dog collar on my neck.
I decide that rather than walk out with my head down trying to avoid eye contact that I would instead walk out with my head held high, attempting to look as though this was just the latest fashion trend. Yeah right a guy with a dog collar on and a butt plug up his ass. As I walked back to my car there was a Mexican trucker staring directly at me and laughing, fucking wonderful, my heart started to race.
I decided that the collar would not be coming off for the rest of my travels that day. I had hours to drive ahead of me and surely I would be making at least a couple of stops along the way. When it was time to stop and piss, whether it was at a gas station or rest stop I was going to go in unbutton drop my jeans slightly fully exposing the thong I was wearing, as I’ve done many times before, urinate and go on with my business, I didn’t care who saw me and I hoped many would. Maybe I would get called a fag again today.
Knowing however that I was in the process of writing my second installment of “Nature Trail Piss Whore” I decided that I should drink my piss this day instead. Hey I had a big water bottle with me; I quickly drank the remainder of the contents and anxiously began willing myself to pee, so I could quiche my thirst for piss.
What I needed was another bottle of water to speed things along. Now I had already made a promise that my collar wasn’t going to come off, no matter what.
I got off the freeway and there were two gas stations an AM/PM and a Chevron, with a convenience store, being true to my slutty instincts I chose the one that appeared to be busier, the AM/PM.
Don’t hesitate Guy I said to myself, I got out of the car and entered the store and began to look for what I’d come for, I wasn’t about to loiter there, but I wasn’t going to rush either.
There were about six people in the store, most looked like Mexican day labor types, one business guy and there were two female Hispanic clerks behind the counter. I tossed my condoms and water on the counter and she rang me up. I kind of got a peculiar look toward then end of the transaction but otherwise made it out ok, what a rush.
Back in the car and on the road, soon I came upon a very old park next to the highway, easy on, easy off. I quickly pulled off and parked outside the parameter fence. It was likely that guys would cruise this park often and that’s why they wouldn’t allow cars in anymore even though there were a couple of intersecting small roads and ample parking. I wasn’t even sure the bathrooms were going to be open.
I walked from the highway, sure to lower my jeans just a bit more, the exposure was no longer subtle it was now obvious, a guy wearing a thong? Talk about blatant, do you think if someone happened to see me and was looking for head that they knew that they were nearly certain they’d get some if they just followed the guy wearing the thong into the restroom?
There was no one in the bathroom, and you could tell they had to paint it often and that there had been various writings on the walls offering up a variety of man on man sexual encounters, proclaiming meet here at 6 PM, tap your foot, show hard etc.
I found long ago that I am very comfortable in a men’s bathroom and if it is at an isolated park or rest stop somewhere all the better, the smells, the aroma, not knowing who or when someone will walk in on me and catch me in the act of who knows what is a real turn on for me.
I have also found that I have a wonderful ability to milk out ample amounts of my own cum without ruining the orgasm or losing that horned up feeling. I slowly rhythmically stroked my 8 inch cock in one direction towards the head and soon that unmistakable tingling feeling started and I began to seed into my hand.
This process takes a few minutes which only adds to the excitement as I eagerly await my treat.
Soon my cock is slowly oozing out an ample helping of cum into my palm, I look down at my creamy white pearls, I am so lucky, my lips meet my hand and I suck it into my mouth, what a great taste. I then proceed to smear the remainder of my own man juice on my mouth, nose and cheeks.
I’m a happy faggot soon back on the road again. I get an approving nod from a disgusting looking black guy next to his car who had just arrived. It’s a good thing he hadn’t walked into the bathroom on me it would have been my duty to blow him as the slut I am.
It couldn’t have been more than another ten miles and I came upon a rest stop, was I going to pass this opportunity? I don’t think so.
Now mind you I wasn’t going in to pee I was preparing to begin drinking my own as soon as I could pump some into my bottle.
No not ten minutes before I’d been licking my cum out of my palm, now I wanted more. I drove into the rest stop, shit pretty crowded. Same drill, like nothing, just walk to the bathroom Guy, don’t hold your head down, don’t look for the back way to the shitter walk directly through the canopy area, like nobody’s business.
One guy looked and looked hard, what a turn on, he unfortunately didn’t head into the toilet though, or I would have gladly got on my knees for him. It would have been a little dicey though, the rest stop was pretty busy, but it didn’t matter to me, I am after all a slut, fuck I was now so horny I would have blown him in front of the urinals.
I slowly began stroking my cock once again; soon I was milking out another load of cum into my palm. And although not as ample as the last one still a respectable load, I lick it off my palm and eagerly swallow the sticky goo.
Walking out of the men’s room, collar on, exposed ass cheeks, obviously wearing a thong, I hear a dreadful sound, hey sir. Oh shit, what did this woman, lady, want? Hey can you help me out with anything. Just a beggar, a bum, surely another road slut one of the female variety, I was a fag what and the hell would I want with a woman? Give me a break. No I got no money. I should have turned and talked to her for a few minutes expanding the turn on. I am sure she would have asked, what are you wearing a dog collar for? And a thong? Are you a fag? Oh well an opportunity missed.
Back on the road again.
Soon I found I couldn’t pee in the bottle while I was driving I would need to stop. I found a gas station, a real sleazy one this time I walked over to the urinal and held the bottle in it and was just getting ready to empty the content of my bladder into it.
Just as I was getting ready to start my stream I saw a shadow outside the door and got scared and I quickly moved into a stall, what a fucking faggotty coward I am.
I urinated into the bottle, and walked out of the stall, oh shit the guy was washing his hands and was just finishing, I had to walk in front of him, I knew he could see my thong and that I was clearly wearing dog collar around my neck and maybe my bottle of piss too.
I walked out of the restroom and quickly chugged the content of the bottle. Fuck piss taste awful, but what a rush.
A few hours later I arrived at my hotel, yes I took off my collar, I know I’m a pussy, but hey this is a true story and beside this is an account to my “road” adventures. I don’t believe in shitting where you nest.
Soon I was back in my hotel room and I my computer, Craigslist, nothing, adam4adam, nothing either. Damn.
I spent a couple of hours finishing my next installment of Nature Trail Piss Whore and I decide to go to dinner. I also decide since I don’t have to check in or speak to anyone at the hotel any more I walk out of my room with my collar on and past the front desk and to my car. Did anyone notice? I don’t know I was too scared to look.
I arrive at dinner, Applebee’s, and yes I left the collar in my car, even if I did have the balls to enter the restaurant with it on I doubt they would have served me and likely would have asked me to leave and I was hungry. I did still have my butt plug in though and at one point looked around at the hundred or so people in the restaurant and wondered how many other people in here have a butt plug shoved up their ass. NONE!
An 18 year old or so young good looking, obviously gay boy had walked in and was waiting on a couple of friends. He had on tight fitting low cut jeans, lace up tennis shoes and a tight fitting shirt on, he was gay, no question about it. I couldn’t help but check him out, what a nice tight little ass and shit that obvious bulge in his jeans, yum, yum.
After a few minutes he decided to wait outside, for his two girl “friends” and obviously just friends. Chicks like having gay guys as friends; they’re no threat and are a lot like a woman themselves. At any rate once they all entered the restaurant I heard one of his girly friends say “is that him”? Yeah that’s him. Shit I guess I was a little to obvious, if he noticed that I was checking him out I am sure others did as well. Who cares anyway I like looking at hot looking guys and I think that guys shouldn’t be afraid to look at another good looking guy, I mean straight guys check out good looking girls all the time. So a gay guy can’t check out another good looking guy?
I had a couple of drinks and a fairly mediocre meal and left.
Now off to my favorite rest stop. It has an ultra large parking area way in the back. It serves both the north and southbound traffic so travelers heading either way that want a break from driving have to use the same one.
It was still light but dusk and nightfall was rapidly approaching. Sure enough here came a few cars cruising checking things out. Hey I was in no hurry I’d wait and see how things played out. I did make a couple of trips in and out of the bathroom, wearing my dog collar of course and my jeans low enough that my thong was clearly exposed for the world to see.
I finally started to get a bit frustrated and headed to a near by convenience store to pick up some beers and bring them back to my hotel.
The Middle Eastern clerk greeted me with a friendly smile as I walked in. He did however quickly notice that I was wearing a dog collar around my neck, what humiliation. And get this he was the one that started to glance downward casting his eyes away from me and toward the floor, no longer wanting to make any eye contact. I tendered my money, the clerk made change and I walked out the door and as I did I heard him start to laugh. Hey he had to have one of the most boring jobs you could have and I just gave him something to talk about with his buddies for a least a week. The night this faggott walked into my store, I was the highlight of his entire night.
I decide I’ll give the rest stop one last try. Soon the cruising was busier. More cars coming and going most to scared to ask for what they wanted or even park so that I could offer my services as the slut I am.
Finally a Mexican in a mini truck pulls up and stopped and parked between two semi’s that were parked end to end along the side, near a line of trees in the back lot.
This is it; I pull in directly behind him get out and approach his window. What ya looking for? I like to get blow job he said in broken English, as I was simultaneously dropping my pants to my knees and I began jacking off right in front of him.
Come on let’s do it I said to him. I get out of da car. Ok that’s good. As soon as he did I reached for his crotch he got the message and exposed his dick, I dropped to my knees and began blowing him.
Next thing I know, oh shit the trucker we were both parked behind got out of his rig and was starting to approach us. A big burly guy who looked kind of mean walking directly towards us.
Finally as he got close he said hey don’t let me interrupt your fun you don’t have to stop because of me I was just wondering if you’d blow me next. Sure I said, how about now? Step on over. Well I prefer to do it in my cab, just come on over when you’re finished. Ok sure will.
I drop back to my knees and begin blowing the Mexican again.
No sooner had I resumed sucking his cock, another trucker approached and said, hey I’d like some too. I said ok then let’s do it and I left the Mexican standing there, he kept getting too nervous anyway and wasn’t getting that hard.
I climbed up into the cab of the big rig, god I love getting into a truckers rig what a fucking turn on, if you’ve never done it give it a try. I said mind if I get comfortable and I took off my pants and thong and my butt plug slipped out of my ass. No wonder it had been in there for hours and I was good and lose after all. I apologized and set it aside. You can fuck me too if you want to. No some head will be just fine and with that he dropped his pants to the floor and lay down on his bed and I began to blow him.
He wasn’t very large maybe 5 inches and he stayed really quiet through it all and it didn’t take long and without announcement soon he was nutting into my willing mouth.
Nothing like getting some head just before hitting the sack eh? Yeah thanks he said. I put my pants back on and exited the cab.
Now that I had my first taste of cum for the night I wasn’t going to give up and I began actively cruising the men’s room, repeatedly entering and exiting, collar on, ass cheeks and thong fully exposed.
Fuck was I horny I was now ready to suck anyone who walked in. I had to pee at one point though and I entered one of the stalls. It was a bit crowded at the moment. I dropped my pant and began to urinate, just as I did the door (that I deliberately left unlatched) open without announcement. Clearly the guy could see me for what I was a horned up fag. I wasn’t sure if I was going to get punched in the nose or asked to blow him when I exited. Fortunately he was really cool I apologized on my way out and he said no problem. Like nothing?
I left and went back to my car, this time I saw a twenty something guy get out of his car and head for the toilets. I decided I’d just walk back on in and see if he was here for anything other than a piss. I walk right up to the urinal next to him and instantly look over the divider at his cock, which he made no attempt to hide. Fuck it was at least ten inches flaccid. My god, I asked, you like to fuck with that thing? Oh yeah was his response, I have a hotel room near by lets go. I have an errand to do but give me about an hour. I offered to suck his dick for him right there in the bathroom, but he said he didn’t want to take any chances. We went back out to the parking lot and exchanged cell numbers and he promised to call me in about an hour.
Fuck I was getting hornier and hornier by the second. I went back to the restroom again and decided to enter the stall still not latching the door. I dropped by pants to my ankles and began fisting my hard cock. I didn’t want to cum, I just wanted to play with myself.
I thought for a moment what a turn on it would be to go over to one of the urinals that had an ample amount of piss on the floor below it and begin licking it up, someone was sure to come in and see me doing it and I’d soon be blowing him. Besides that was something I’d never done before, did I want to go there? I was surely tempted and almost did.
Bam the door swung open mid stroke, caught red handed, cock in hand, a raging boner. Did this guy just want to use the shitter and didn’t realize there was someone in it. He stopped dead in his tracks although just momentarily then he entered and latched to door. He was either going to beat me up or I was soon going to be on my knees, my heart started to race.
Then all of a sudden he reaches for my dick and begins to stroke it. Oh fuck it feels so good when someone else is stroking you.
Then HE drops to his knees and begins blowing ME, he wanted to give me head. A guy with a dog collar on pants around my ankles and wearing a thong.
Now ordinarily I am the one servicing the other guy, but hey I wasn’t going to refuse a blow job. Besides I was a slut and if this that is what this guy wanted from me it was his privilege to take it and my responsibility to give it to him. If he had asked I would have said no but he didn’t ask, so I couldn’t say no.
I quietly whispered just a few moments after he began sucking on me, I am about to cum. A few seconds later I did and I’m sure I gave him quite the mouthful he so desired.
I had passed the torch for the night; another slut was taking over and I felt good that for several more hours my fellow slut would be pleasuring all of the other men that wanted to use him.
The end.
Yes I am a piss drinker, is it because I love the taste? No, it tastes disgusting. I am a piss drinker because I am a slut and I want to be slutty I want guys to piss on me in public places and piss in my mouth. I want to gulp that piss down my throat and condition myself to easily and eagerly do it, to appear not only to want it but to crave it.
This is just one account of many, many road trips that I have taken, if you have adventures on the road that you would like to share please feel free to write and tell me about them I’d love to hear about them. Who knows maybe we’ll meet each other at one of those rest stops one day.
Hope you enjoyed my true account; all of the things I have written hear today are true and happened today.