After a long time lying in each other's arms, Sgt Tate gets up as it is getting well into the late afternoon or evening.
I roll over to get out of bed. As I get up, an uncapped magic marker falls to the floor. I pick it up and place it on the nightstand. The earlier butt plug now on the floor gets put on the table too.
"We need to checkout boy. I would say ÔGet your stuff together,' but you don't have any stuff." The duffle goes on the bed. He starts putting his toiletries in followed by his uniform carefully placed in the bag. After three minutes we are out the door.
It is dusk. I look around, and no one is around to see my nakedness.
Settling in the truck, I have no idea what we are doing next. Sarge climbs in and looks at me, "You are such a fag."
I don't know how to respond. I say the standard, "Yes Sir."
He pays the motel and we leave. Except for the country western music, we don't talk much until he asks, "Are you hungry?"
Oh no. I do not want to eat his shit again tonight. Please let this not be a set up for that. So how do I answer? Well, I am hungry, so why not go for the obvious. "Yes Sir."
He laughs. "What were you thinking of? Eating my shit? What an excellent idea! No, I was thinking of going through a drive thru. But I could pull something together for a snack for you later." He laughs. I just look ahead.
We pull into a hamburger drive thru. He orders for us both not even asking me what I want. He gives me a double hamburger, large fries, and a large drink. I eat it while we head out of town.
We do not leave the city the way we came in. I do not recognize the road and its landmarks. It is a divided highway through a wooded area a few miles from the last civilization. There is a sign up ahead that reads, "Rest Area" and in bright orange lettering underneath it reads, "CLOSED".
"Sir?"
"Yeah fag boy?"
"That sign said that it was closed."
"I know."
Although there are plenty of road cones and orange blockades the ramp into the rest area is not blocked off. This must be the rest area Randy talked about. He was right, unless one knew this was open, it would appear to be completely closed.
The off ramp curves to the right behind a hill. The bathroom is completely hidden from the road. There is only one semi parked. It has its engine still running with lights still on. The parking lot is empty. Except for a single light near the entrance of the bathroom, the only light is the moon.
Sgt Tate pulls up near the entrance.
"Fag, I want you to have fun. I want at least five loads in your stomach, one up your ass, and a load of piss in either. You have my permission to beg a driver to eat his shit." He laughs. "You are to do what you can to reach those goals. I want you to keep a mental description of each man you service. Oh and one more thing." He reaches into the back seat. He pulls out the chastity tube. "You need to remember that you are here to please men, not yourself."
My cock, which was getting aroused at the idea of pleasing truckers, is now deflating due to my disappointment, which makes securing it in the tube easier.
"You can wear only your shorts shoes, no socks, and your shorts." Great, I get to wear clothing.
He gets out of the truck; I hop down. He stops me and yanks me around. My back faces the semi. Sgt Tate yanks down my shorts to around mid thigh. My naked crack is now on full display.
He takes out a bottle of lube and squirts a large amount on his hand. It is shoved in my crack and into my hole.
"Pull up your shorts." I do and he swats my ass, "Go on fag; go claim your spot."
I walk towards the bathroom and feel the slipperiness of the lube on my crack and hole. I feel like a whore being prepared for sex with strangers. I kinda like it.
I notice the woman's side is closed up. There is a picnic table under a pergolas not too far away from the bathroom, but only partially illuminated by the sole light.
A man comes out of the bathroom. He is probably the driver of the semi. His looks are what I would expect from a driver: six foot, bearded, bit of a gut, baseball cap, in his forties, jeans, and a T-shirt.
I smile and nod an acknowledgement. He stares at me with a bewildered look.
Entering in the rest area, it is set up like the mall bathroom: two stalls, one urinal, and two washbasins. I go to the stalls and see the big difference between the mall and here; there are no doors on these stalls. There is no mirror above the sink. This is definitely a bathroom that hasn't been kept up.
The glory hole between the two stalls here is much wider than the one in the mall, probably about six inches in diameter, so the cock and the balls can come through much easier.
The toilets look like they could use a good cleaning, but they aren't disgusting. In the partition between the urinal and the stall there are two peepholes. If I sit in the first toilet, I could see the men passing by or watch them piss at the urinal. Actually having them walk in front of me and seeing me in just my shorts might tell them I am available.
I drop my shorts and sit down.
I hear the door open.
"Hey fag!" It's Sgt Tate. "Hoo! Wee! It smells like a shitter in here."
He peers around and sees me on the toilet.
"Well don't you look natural sitting there waiting for cock? Well lucky you! You don't have to wait for your first customer." The trucker I passed stands behind him. "He was interested in your services; I told him that you are a world class cocksucker and ass eater." He looks down. "You know, I've changed my mind on the shorts and shoes." His eyes squint, and in a controlling voice he commands, "Give them to me." I take them off and hand over my last piece of clothing.
He looks at the driver.
"He's all yours. Fag, this doesn't count as one of the five, since I found him for you."
The driver interrupts, "Does he have some sort of quota?"
"Yeah, five loads in the stomach and one in the ass."
"Well if he's any good, I will let other drivers know. They typically don't come in here at night without a reason."
"See fag, your night has started off right. Now get your sorry faggoty mouth on this man's cock and give him one damn good blowjob." The driver takes out his cock and moves into position. Sgt Tate starts walking out the door. "I'll be back to pick you up later."
What? He's leaving me? The driver's cock goes into my mouth. It's a small cock, thicker than most other small ones, but not one that will go down my throat if it reaches back there at all.
As I start blowing the driver I start to think of Sgt Tate. He is probably joking. He wouldn't leave me here all alone. Who knows who will walk in? How do I tell him I am through? I don't even have a phone to call him. Hell, I don't even know his number. He must be joking.
The driver places two hands on my head and rhythmically starts fucking my mouth. It isn't brutal at all, just a slow fuck.
I hear Sgt Tate's truck start up, and he drives off.
Damn. I am here alone.
"Yeah Fag boy. Take my fucking load." He dumps a good amount of really sweet cum in my mouth.
A quick zip and he is out of there. I sit alone on this empty toilet seat.
The sound of the semi leaving is rather unnerving. I sit here all alone and wait.
What do I do? I can't go outside naked; someone might see me. Looking around takes on an eerie feeling, as there is no sound. My nakedness makes me feel bound within this tiny building.
Fuck it. I get up and go outside naked. But no one is around, not the driver and certainly not Sgt Tate.
I hear the semi of the man Sgt Tate had me blow rolling off in the distance. I can't see shit except for what is under this light. I walk to the spot where Sgt Tate parked his truck.
The moon's presence last night added to the grandeur of the festivities, but tonight it offers no light as it is overcast on this warm night. It feels like it is going to rain. The further across the parking lot towards the highway I walk, the further into the darkness I explore. There is no sound whatsoever. I look back at the restroom. From my distant view, it has an otherworldly feel. The restroom illuminates from inside alongside a small patch of grass and part of the parking lot lit by the post. Everything around them is black. From this distance it looks quite insignificant in comparison to the void.
I feel alone, abandoned, and vulnerable--not having any clothes on, no way to connect to the outside world, and nobody to talk to. I scare myself into running back into the lit bathroom. When I get to the lamppost, I look back at the same void in the other direction. Anything can be out there.
I decide to stay here near or in the bathroom as it serves as the illuminated island in the sea of black.
In the distance hums the engine of another semi. I stop moving to concentrate on the sound. Yes, it is a semi, and it's getting louder.
I wait for the sound to get louder to see if he actually pulls in. After an eternity of slowly increasing hum, I see the headlights around the hill and quickly move into the restroom. I am happy and horny, but most importantly I feel most comfortable and safe in here.
Upon taking my place in the first stall, my cock fills its tube and strains for more room.
The semi pulls in. The distinct sound of the breaks echoes; much to my relief it is the only sound.
A few moments later I hear the door open. I look through the peephole and see a greasy redneck looking man strut up to the urinal. He takes out a pendulous cock, which has not begun pissing.
"Hey Frank!" He shouts out.
From outside I hear, "Yeah?"
"I think we have a peeper!"
Oh shit that's me! I pull back. The only contact in a long time seems to be turning into a basher.
I hear the door open up. Frank's feet make loud clomping sounds, as he walks directly in front of me. "Well look what we have here!" I look up at him and he starts to laugh. "You have got to see this!"
The first one steps back to peer around the partition. He too laughs at me. "Damn boy where are your clothes?"
They both laugh at my expense.
Frank is also redneck looking. Though they both don't look like they have showered for a few days, I am turned on to their masculinity. The first one smiles and says, "We heard that there was a faggot here. But when we pull in and don't see your car, we thought you buggered out. Fag, where's your car?"
Frank interrupts, "I really don't care what he's driving, I want some head."
"Fag get your ass out here." I get off the toilet seat and walk out to the men. "You can start by giving my friend some head." Gladly dropping on my knees in front of these two hot men, I am thankful for the company. But, more than that I want their cum.
I am about to blow Frank when I see the first one walk to the urinal. I want that piss. I ask, "Um, Sir?" Frank laughs. The first one looks over his shoulder. "Sir, can I drink your piss?"
Wow! I have come a long way. A couple of days ago, there would have been no chance I would be begging for piss from another man.
Frank answers first. "Damn fag! If you want piss, start with mine." He shoves his cock in my mouth and starts pissing slowly at first. The first one wastes no time kneeling behind me and forcing his cock into my ass. After a moment I feel the unnamed driver start to piss in my ass. I am receiving piss in both ends at the same time. Fuck, this is turning me on so much.
Frank speaks to his friend, "Fuck! This fag feels so good. I told you that we would get lucky here."
The first one starts fucking my ass. I feel a little piss squeak out from time to time. I love the smell of a public restroom. The mall had it. This bathroom has it--the smell of stale piss.
The two men fuck my holes in rhythm. Their cocks are average size to match their bodies. Frank is about my height and the unnamed one is a few inches taller.
"I want to try out that ass." Frank tells his friend.
"Well it's got my piss in it."
"Don't care."
They both laugh and pull out. I feel my ass being pushed to the side. The first one motions me to turn around. I spin around on my knee. I can't get enough of these two. This isn't the controlling fuck of Sgt Tate, but a fucking fuck.
My asshole feels wonderful with Frank's cock sliding in and out. The first one puts his cock in my mouth. I taste his piss coating his skin, and it tastes wonderful.
I want to drink that piss in my ass, but first I want Frank to cum in it first. The first one grabs my head and pulls it into his groin. My nose goes into the fly of his jeans; his pubes go into my nose. I gag, and he pulls out only to return to fucking my mouth.
I hear the door behind him open.
"What the fuck?" A third driver walks in. His voice is the deepest voice I have heard in a long time. The two stop fucking me. I look up at the newest driver with cocks in both my holes. He stares at me in the eye, and laughs. "Don't let me stop your fun. I'm here to take a shit."
This man is huge. "Corn fed" would aptly apply to his look. Blonde, blue eyed, and big. He wears a dirty work shirt and jeans. By his graying temples, he is easily in his forties. He steps over us. "Continue guys."
Frank starts fucking my ass, followed by the other.
The big blonde driver lets out a massive fart. I can tell he had to shit. It's smell mixes with the stale urine. I can't get enough of the smell.
I channel my energy into my asshole and my mouth. I use my tongue to lick the head as it comes out of my mouth and then press it upwards on the shaft as my head bobs down. My asshole clamps down on Frank's cock when he pulls back and releases it as he thrusts. My focus is providing this pleasure in unison.
The one fucking my mouth grabs my head and starts to fuck firmer. Frank slaps his crotch to my ass.
"Guys leave a piece for me when you are done." requests the third driver.
Cum floods my mouth. "Ahh!" Second and third pulses of cum overfill my mouth. It dribbles down the side. I start to struggle, but the cock comes out in time. I swallow his cum, even licking my fingers after they collect the cum dribbling on my chin.
Frank doesn't stop. In fact, I start slamming back on the thrusts.
The unnamed driver gets up and tucks his cock away. He says to the driver on the toilet, "He's all yours." To Frank, "I'll start the paperwork."
From behind me in the far stall, "Thanks, I need to finish here."
"Don't worry she's not going anywhere."
"But first I've got to . . . Fuck! Can you guys see if there is any toilet paper in the other stall?"
Frank pulls out and leans back. "Nope, none in there."
"Fuck."
I don't know why I say it, but I seem to want to say it. Between the smells, the men, and the setting, I am so fucking horny. I say, "I'll clean you up."
"You'll what?"
"I will lick your asshole clean."
The nameless driver smirks and drawls, "Oh-Kay!" and leaves.
Frank continues plowing. I can feel the piss being sloshed around in my ass by his fucking.
The toilet flushes behind us. Looking over my shoulder, I see the driver come out from the stall. He holds his pants up so that he doesn't trip over them; yet, his ass is still exposed. His shirt is unbuttoned. I see his nametag has his name of Joe.
Frank pulls out and repositions us so that Joe just needs to turn around and bend. His pants fall to his ankles. I move up on my knees. Frank returns to pounding my ass. I feel his breath on my neck.
Blonde hair covers his ass. I pull apart his cheeks. I see a little bit to lick off on his asshole. My tongue dives in, and Joe starts to moan.
I lick with the enthusiasm that Sgt Tate would expect. Sgt Tate. Wow, I totally forgot about him. He put me here, and he would be proud to see me servicing these men. He would be surprised to know that I asked Joe to lick his hole.
Earlier I felt I was better not being under his control, but I realize that I still am under his thumb. I have a need to still please him even though he isn't around. I am cleaning another man's ass with my tongue, just like he would want it.
Joe bends over further. "Yeah, that tongue feels so good."
I tongue fuck him.
Frank's fucking has picked up speed. He keeps jamming his cock into me, which causes me to stick my tongue further into Joe's ass.
"I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!"
I feel Frank's body jerk around. He is depositing a load of cum in my ass to go with the piss. He pulls out.
Pulling away from Joe's spotlessly clean ass, I ask, "Can I clean off your cock?"
He answers by putting his deflating cock in my mouth. I can taste a mixture of Frank's cum, his partner's piss, and my ass in addition to Joe's ass already on my tongue.
After a few moments Frank pulls out. "He's all yours."
I look at Joe who has turned around. His shirt is open revealing a chest covered in blonde chest hair. A trail in his hair points directly to one of the thickest uncut cocks I have ever seen, even thicker than Sgt Tate.
"Can you take it?" Can I take it? I am going to give it everything I got.
I put it in my mouth. It isn't as long as Sgt Tate's but it is just as unmanageable. I start to go down on it when I taste one of the most pungent tastes ever. I pull off of him.
"Sorry, I might need to clean there. But you ate my dirty hole; so you'll love cleaning off the cheese."
I start using my tongue to lick all over his head. I start gagging from the extreme taste. I want this thing clean so that I can really start to enjoy his cock.
Apparently, his cock head is very sensitive. As I am cleaning it, he shoots his load into my mouth without making a noise. Fuck, I am not ready for that. I want to suck him all night, even get fucked by him.
He pulls out and starts buttoning up.
I tell him, "Thank you for that."
"It's me who should be thanking you. You are one sick fag, but damn! You are one fun sick fag." He chuckles and heads out the door.
I am hurt at how fast it was.
Following him out the door, I ask, "Would you like to get together some other time?"
"No, my wife wouldn't like it."
"Damn! I would love to swallow your cock again."
Looking at me, his eye catches my cock tube. "What the fuck is that thing on your cock?"
"My master put this on me. He doesn't want me to play with myself."
"Master? Is he twisted like you?"
I smile. "More so."
"Hmm. Sounds like my kind of man. Where is he?" We continue to walk.
"He dropped me off here. I have no idea where he went, how long he will be, or even where I am."
"Well he probably has his reasons. Look I am up here twice a month--leaving town and then coming back, like tonight. I might be here tomorrow with some friends after the game. Would you want to service them too?"
"Yeah!" An opportunity to have another go at this big man and all I have to do is convince Sgt Tate, which probably won't take much. He tells me that he wants me gangbanged. If he doesn't want to come back, then I doubt that I will ever see Joe again. So promising him that I would be here wouldn't matter. "A gangbang?"
Joe laughs. "Boy, you are one twisted fuck. I like that. You will get that and more. Bring your master with you. Trust me; you will want to be here . . . fag." As he calls me fag, he chuckles to himself.
Why is everyone calling me a "fag"? They are not calling me a faggot, or a bitch, or a cunt; no, they are using "fag." Am I that obvious?
Of course, I am standing naked in a rest area parking lot asking to hook up with a trucker. So I guess I am.
He gets into his cab and starts up the tractor, "Got to get back to the wife. Tomorrow fag." He drives off.
The semi with Frank and the other driver is gone too; I didn't even hear them leave. Once again I am left here alone to hear the sound of a semi driving off.
The sense of dread sets in. I am alone and naked, and it's starting to sprinkle.
I go into the restroom.
I sit on the toilet. I don't mean to, but I can't prevent the piss squirting out my ass. I finally just let it go.
Joe's right--there is no toilet paper. I blow my ass dry by bending over at the blower.
I open the door and watch the rain come down. I sit in the doorway and wait for something to happen. I feel completely trapped here, like I am chained to the wall. Sure I could run out there, but where would I go? Who would I contact? What would I do?
It must be an hour or so since Joe left and no one has pulled in--not another semi, not Sgt Tate, no one. I don't even know the time.
Every once in a while I can hear a faint engine approach. Each time I hope it is someone pulling in. Each time I want it to be Sgt Tate to take me out of here.
The rain picks up. I go to sit on the toilet again. If I was at the mall, I would have jerked off a couple of times, but I can't even do that here.
I rest my head on the wall next to the glory hole and just listen to the rain hitting the roof. It's a peaceful sound, very calming. I doze off out of repetitious boredom.