Joey's Dad was a trucker so Joey had been going out to the truck stop since he was younger. Old Aunt Bee had a restaurant and bar there, Bee's Bar and Grill, where the truckers could get cold beer and good food. Even when a brand new truck stop opened up further out on the Interstate, Bee's excellent food kept a lot of the truckers coming back. Plus there was a big old men's room right next to Bee's cocktail bar. It had been built in stages, a maze of toilet stalls and urinals. For a lot of the truckers, it was a good place to relax after a long stretch on the road.
Joey was almost thirty now. He had his own apartment, an early shift job at the factory, some money in his pocket. When Joey got off work in mid-afternoon, he loved to stop out at Bee's. A meal, a few beers, then an hour or two hanging in the men's room. The layout was great. The door to the men's room opened right off Bee's bar. But there was also another door, a convenient side door which went directly out from the men's room to the trucker's parking lot. No hurry. Joey could come and go as he pleased without drawing attention.
Joey's special treat after a few beers was to stand at the urinals waiting for a hot trucker to dump a big load of piss. Joey had his eye on a cowboy trucker from Nebraska who showed up from time to time. Tight Wranglers. Elephant bulge. Joey hungered to get up close to that huge piece of meat, especially as it was dropping a huge load of piss in the urinal.
One afternoon Joey was at the cocktail bar when the Nebraska trucker came in. The trucker yelled a quick greeting to Bee, then rushed into the men' room without stopping at the bar. Joey quickly slipped away from the bar and made it next to the trucker at the urinals in the nick of time. Sure enough, the trucker must not have pissed in hours. Joey took in the sight of a blast that lasted over a minute. What a huge piece of dick meat! Joey savored these visuals throught the corner of his eye, trying not to be too obvious. But he was too nervous to piss himself. He just stood there in admiration.
The trucker did not seem to mind. As he let loose, he held his his huge cock firmly in his hand and stroked it. Once he was buttoned up again, he stood facing Joey for a moment showing off his big bulge.
A few weeks later Joey was hanging in a toilet stall right next to the urinals. Again, he heard the Nebraska trucker yell out to Bee and then proceed straight to the urinal right next to where Joey was sitting. The only problem was Joey couldn't see the trucker. Despite the presence of several glory holes between the toilet stalls, the wall between the his stall and the urinal was solid.
"God, I have to piss", said the trucker out loud. Joey moaned inside the toilet stall.
"Oh, I guess that piss faggot is here today", continued the trucker.
"Sir!", said Joey.
And then Joey heard the full stream of piss. Joey moaned and moaned, just loud enough for the trucker to hear him throught the stall.
"What a faggot!", said the trucker as he buckled up and left the men's room.
Joey had missed out. He felt desperate. What could he do? He needed to take further steps, to do whatever it would take to swallow a big load of that Nebraska cowboy trucker's piss.
So he went to work cutting a glory hole between the toilet stall and the adjacent urinal. "This will give me a view of the urinals. Plus maybe I can steer some hot pissing dicks into the toilet stall." After carving the hole, he went back out to the bar and asked Bee for a pen. He wrote "PISS HERE" on the outside wall of the toilet stall, with an arrow pointing straight to the center of the glory hole.
Now the waiting game.
Joey spent more and more time at the truck stop. He was becoming a total piss freak. Bee would fill the truckers up with beer and Joey would wait. Most truckers didn't want to have anything to do with Joey, but a few of the truckers (actually the hotter ones) took notice. Once they were feeling comfortable on a few beers, Joey just needed to make it clear that he was available and willing. They didn't mind "feeding the dirty piss fag", as they called him. In fact, they sometimes grumbled in disappointment if Joey wasn't around.
But nobody came close to giving Joey the satisfaction that he dreamed about from the cowboy trucker from Nebraska.
Sure enough. Here he comes again! This time the trucker takes his time eating. He downs four beers at the bar. Now he's standing up stretching and showing off his monster bulge. Joey races into the men's room. The toilet stall is available. He rushes in and slams the door shut. Two minutes later the trucker is standing at the urinal. Joey's heart is racing and he is almost hyperventilating! "Has he seen the PISS HERE sign? Will he waste his piss or will he feed me?"
Joey crouches down at the hole. From that vantage point, the trucker's cock looks like an elephant trunk hanging down from his jeans into the urinal. The trucker starts to piss.
Joey moans, "Sir, please don't waste it!"
"That fucking piss faggot is here! And he has written PISS HERE on the wall! What a toilet mouth! I better steer clear of such a low life piss freak."
"Sir, please!"
"Damn, I can't fit through this hole even if I wanted to! What a wimp! What do you think you are dealing with here?"
"Sir, I am sorry! I thought it was big enough. Please try to squeeze through. I will carve it out bigger for you. I promise. I need it so bad!"
Squeeze! Squeeze! Success! And now the payoff. A payoff like Joey's never enjoyed before. Guzzling, slurping, guzzling, guzzling. "Thank you, sir"
"But I am not completely done, toilet mouth. Make it stiff and hard now and feed on a full load of come! Finish it off right"
"Sir!"
THE END