Date: Sun, 13 Sep 2020 05:04:09 +0000 (UTC)
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Subject: Cross Country Cruising

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Cross-Country Cruising

Volume One

By

Mario Wallace

Chapter One: Ready, Set, Cruise

It was the summer of my thirtieth birthday and I was ready to take the
world by the balls and milk its semen! I had just received a
million-dollar royalty check for a sex-novel I had written, and there was
zero pressure on me to write a follow-up book. I was healthy, in great
shape for the first time in my life, and eager to explore my country
whilst spending my newly acquired wealth. I made a plan for my summer,
told absolutely no one about it, and faked a two-month overseas business
trip as a cover with my friends. They were the only ones who really cared
about my whereabouts, and I could've told them my intention of
hitchhiking across the country, but each was so overwhelmed by my fortune
that they wouldn't see the appeal in my trip. It was for dick, and dick
alone.

I learned at the age of sixteen-years-old that I feel happiest with a
plump dick in my mouth; I knew from the first taste of sperm, albeit my
own, that it was the nectar of the gods, and since, its thick texture,
life-giving-attribute, and rich abundance has led me to the point of
obsession. Addiction. I finally had the time, the means, and the desire
to delve head-first into my sperm-addiction, and decided the best way to
do it was to hitchhike across the country.

I didn't have a destination; I just took a cab to the nearest
truck-rest-stop shortly before midnight on a random Tuesday night.
"Here it is," the cab driver said, pressing stop on the meter. "It's
sixty-five."
"Ok," I replied, "here's eighty."
"Thanks, you sure you want me to leave ya here?" he asked, looking
around at the empty lot.
"Yeah, I'm just gonna wait til a trucker comes by."
"You hitchhiking?" asked the older man in the brown sweater.
"Yeah; that's the plan."
"If ya got the money, fly." he scoffed, the same sentiment every person
I know would say.
"It's about meeting people," I said nervously. "...and seeing the
country."
"You some sort of hippie?"
"No, sir."
"A queer?"
"Yeah, I am."
"That's fine by me, whatever floats your boat."

He was roughly sixty-years-old, slim, with a raspy voice. He had thick
brown-framed glasses, a salt-and-pepper mustache and short gray hair.

"I'll wait with ya for a bit," he rolled his window down and lit a
cigarette.
"Thanks," I replied.

"You can sit up here, if ya want."
"Awesome," I stepped out of the back and into the passenger's seat.

"Where ya headed?"

"Where ever; just away from here."
"You running away?"
"No. I got nothing to run away from."
"Guys don't take off for no reason."
"I just want to celebrate my freedom,I'm thirty, rich, and free to do
what I want!"
"It's a good way to see the country,"

"Yeah, and a good way to meet people..."
"You mean men?"

"Yeah."
The driver's brown pants were tight and hugged his crotch perfectly. I
glanced at the bulge a few times when he turned his head, and again when
he adjusted himself.
"You'll meet men, alright." he chuckled. "I drove a truck for a few
years, back when I was younger."
"Why not anymore?"
"Ah, I have a family to think about now. I gave it up a long time ago;
it paid well enough but I couldn't drive long-haul with three kids."
"I imagine your wife wouldn't have been happy..." I chimed in. "Got
any tips for my trip?"
"I got a couple; I'll tell you them if you put my dick in your mouth!"

"Wow, just like that," I smirked.
"That's a rule of the road; cut the shit and get to the point."
He smoked his cigarette with his left hand while his right hand rested on
the wheel. I crawled across the space between our seats and planted my
face in his crotch. It smelled like cigarettes, soap, and urine. His dick
was plumping against my cheek. I unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his
fly.

"I haven't gotten blown in years..." he said as he took off his glasses
and rubbed his eyes with his right hand.
"You have a beautif-" I didn't finish my sentence because his dick
lifted in my mouth.
"You like that?"
"Mmmhmmm,"

"You can suck a lot of dick on the road," he said, rubbing my scalp.
"A good boy like you. You just have to make sure you stick to rest
stops, go after truckers who drive long-haul,"
"Gotcha,"

"You can't be picky," he slipped his hand carefully along my face and
touched my lips. "There's old guys, fat guys, bald guys, all kinds...
the best way to get from one to place to another, the way you're trying
to go, is to go after the less-attractive guys."

It was my type, anyway. It's not like I have a thing for ugly guys, I
just have a taste for men who aren't traditionally viewed as sexy. I have
a specific taste for older men, so when I got into this cab and saw the
grandpa-aged driver, I began wishing my cock-journey would start right
out of the gate, and it did. I took his thick penis out of my mouth and
began sucking on his balls.
"That's so good... wow..." he moaned. "I haven't had that in over a
decade."

He closed his eyes and rested his head back. He inhaled deeply from his
cigarette while I sucked both of his testicles into my mouth at the same
time and gently swirled them around; his scrotum was loose and wrinkly,
perfect to suck and slurp on.
"You have a hot mouth," he whispered as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"Thanks, sir," I replied as I kissed his now flaccid dick.

"It'll get hard again," he assured me as I placed the plump cock in my
mouth.

"It-o-y," I mumbled with my mouth full.
"Here's a few more lessons," he said, resting his hand on the back of
my head again. "Don't get in a car or truck with anyone from the state
your in; you'll be able to tell by the license plate. Those people
usually just drive short distances and are gonna drop you off in a city.
Stick to truckers, or drivers who have license plates two states away.
That tongue feels so good..." he moaned as his dick hardened. "Don't
tell anyone what your doing, either. Pick a location, the furthest city
you can think of, and always make up a place that's in the direction the
highway is going."
"Mmhmm," I agreed as I began to vibrate my inner-cheeks with a soft
humming.
"Oh fuck yeah, I'm gonna cum."

The head from his penis engorged in my mouth and sputtered out three
thick strands of creamy sperm. I began sucking in all I could the moment
I felt the first spritz and continued sucking his cock after he came. I
could feel his meaty piece relax in my mouth.
"Lay your head on my lap," he said as I kept his long softening cock in
my throat. "You need a story, why you're headed where ever you choose.
Pick one meeting and just change the location... ya know. Ugh," he
moaned as he reached for a cigarette from the pack on the dashboard and
lit it. "I can tell that you really love what you do."

"mhmm," I moaned as I took my mouth off of his completely flaccid
penis. "Thank you."
"No; Thank you," he replied as he fastened his pants. "That was great!
I have one last piece of advice," he said as a medium height boxed truck
pulled into the parking lot.
"What's that?" I asked as I wiped my mouth off.
"This guy's from Maine, he's probably headed to New York."
"Oh, awesome, I think the Jers-"
"That's the thing I want to say: Don't fall asleep at night in someone's
car, and spend a lot of time in the rest stops. There are some amazing
ones in this country!"

It was the main reason I wanted to take this journey the most; the rest
stop cruising. I know, cliché, but I don't care, it was what I wanted to
do the most and I finally had the funds to achieve it safely, at my own
discretion. I thanked the driver for his advice, his sperm, and sitting
with me until a truck came along, and left ready to explore life on the
road.