Date: Thu, 30 Jan 2014 23:14:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Bud Buddy <suckbuddy420420@yahoo.com>
Subject: Georgia Roadrip

Georgia Roadtrip
By: Suckbuddy420

The following story is copy written and the property of the author. It is a
gay fictional work. If this offends you or is illegal where you live, stop
reading.  If you are not of age stop reading. It contains scenes sex
between consenting male adults.

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I love hearing from readers.  You can e-mail me at
suckbuddy420420@yahoo.com.  I love hitting the open road and finding as
much meat as I can at truckstops, biker bars, rest areas, cheap motels and
truckstops.  This story is my homage to all of my favorite road trips, all
rolled into one.  Enjoy!

Georgia Roadtrip

I like big cock.  There, I said it.  So sue me.  It doesn't matter what man
the cock is attached to either, well, within reasonÉbut still, a big,
long, fat cock will get me drooling ever time.  It's not that I'll turn
down medium hung guys, I'll do everything I can to get them off, it's just
that I'd rather be worshipping a huge hung guy.  Now I know that what I
want doesn't really matter.  I'm just a cocksucking whore with an
ever-ready, hairy ass-pussy.  Always have been and I suspect I always will
be.

The day I'm gonna tell you about took place about a year ago.  I was
finally off of work for a three day weekend and rushed home to get myself
cleaned up and out for a whore's holiday.  I packed a small bag with the
essentials, including the nasty essentials, and hit the road.  I live in
Atlanta and thought I'd head over towards Augusta.  I like Augusta, working
man's town, with lot's of dirty, black and redneck dick, two of my favorite
flavors.  I planned to stay at a roadside motel I knew of along the way,
right next door to a huge truckstop and right in the middle of a lowdown,
black neighborhood.  I drove down the freeway with the window open, smoking
a blunt and riding the big buttplug I had shoved into my hole at home.  I
had plenty of chronic and was ready to party this weekend.

I was stacking the deck as I stopped for a carton of Newports, a bottle of
Gin, a bottle of Jack and a case of Malt liquor.  After about an hour and a
half, I got to my first nights destination.  The smell of diesel fuel got
my fat dick hard.  I'm 42 years old, burly, hairy and handsome, with a
6-inch, super fat cock, a round hairy ass that loves to get pounded and a
deep velvet throat.  I pulled into the spot outside the motel lobby and got
out of my pickup, stretched my legs and lit a smoke.  It was a hot, humid
Georgia day and I was loving the way my tee shirt clung to my body.  I
stood there sweating and smoking, grinding my ass against the back corner
of the pickup grinding the plug into my hole.  I tossed the smoke and
headed into the office to get a room.

As soon as I opened the door, I was struck with the smell of black man.  I
smelled the sweet, oily, sexy smell of a certain kind of low south, sweaty,
dark shiny skinned man.  I turned the corner and I knew I was right.  The
nose knows.  Behind the desk was a hot, fucking, Georgia negro.  He was
leaning back in his chair watching a football game on a TV hanging from the
ceiling.  He didn't look at me as I walked up to the desk.  He made me wait
until a commercial.  I waited like a good bitch.  He finally swung his
chair around to confront me and my eyes dropped to his loose sweat shorts.
His legs were spread wide and I could see what I was hoping for, an
impressively thick cock snaking down his leg.  I looked up into his eyes
and he was grinning.

"Lemme guess, a room around the back on the ground floor."  He stated as he
grabbed the paperwork and started to fill it out with no confirmation from
me.  He had me pegged.  I was just another hairy, masculine cunt looking to
leave my door and curtains open while I lured any passing cock into my room
for worship.  He sneered at me as if he had seen a lot of whores like me.
He lit a small cigar as he did and grunted, "license and credit card."

I handed him both and waited while he filled out the forms.  I watched him.
He was a thick man, jeri-curled hair dripping in the heat.  He had a rough,
scarred face, and had a thin mustache just above his full lips that made me
twitch on the plug in my ass and grab a hold of my hard cock just looking
at them and wondering if I was going to be lucky enough to kiss this sexy,
black man on the lips, feel his tongue against mine, get fed a little of
that stogie spit he was building up as he chewed on the cigar.  He pushed
the form across for me to sign, then turned and stood to run the card.
That's when I got to see his broad back and powerful ass and thighs.  His
back was covered in sweat.  I wanted to lick my way down his back and bury
my face into thick as fuck black ass cheeks. I was in fucking heat and he
knew it.  He handed me the credit slip and I signed it.  He slid a key
across the desk.

"I gave you a smoking room, and here's the Internet code.  Have all the
visitors you want."  He sneered at me again, but I could tell he thought I
was fuckable.  I licked my lips and winked at him.  He grunted.  "But you
cause any trouble and you're out on you're ass." He blew smoke in my face.
"Oh and it's a smoking room, cause you a smokin' ho."  He laughed out loud
reached across to stick a thick thumb in my mouth, which I accepted without
question.  "Oh yeah, you a hungry bitch aint'cha?"  He pulled his thumb
out.

"Yes, Sir." I answered looking in his eyes.  He held my gaze.

"Damn, man, you a nasty whitey.  Well we got a full house.  Have a good
time.  I'll let the word out that we got a cum dump, pussy white boy in da
house."  He swung his chair back around and started to watch the football
game again.  I noticed that his cock head was about to pop out of his
shorts.

"Thank you, Sir."  I said quietly as I turned to walk out.

"I'll be by when I get off at midnight."  He called out without turning to
look at me.

I left the office and drove my car around to the back.  I noticed that most
of the doors were open and most of the rooms were occupied.  Good news.  I
parked and got out, lit another smoke and surveyed the scene.  This motel
has a perfect set up.  There was a truck stop on one side, redneck bar on
the other, and an adult bookstore down the street.  The back of the motel
faces out on the truck stop parking lot and from where I was standing, I
could see all the cars in the bar parking lot too.  I noticed two things
that really got me ramped up and ready to party.  Hell I was nearly dancing
with cock slut joy as I unpacked the car.  First, there were about 15 or 20
Harley's parked behind the bar and from the markings on them, rebel flags
and such, I figured that they belonged to some redneck gang, drunk bikers
are a definite favorite score for me.  I love it when men take on a group
mentality when fucking me, showing off for each other and proving their
manhood while fucking my faggot hole.  Hopefully those bikers where in
there getting good and trashed, all the better for my purposes.  The other
thing that got me so horny was that there were a bunch of military trucks
parked in the motel lot with me.  Fuck yeah!

I unloaded the truck, stocked the fridge and situated the room for what I
hoped would be a night of all out freaky, nasty fucking.  I found a porn
channel on the TV, it showed a horny, white cunt being gang raped by a
group of mean black men.  Perfect.  I jumped in the shower and did a good
clean and lube, getting my hole ready for the onslaught.  I put on my
special pair of cut off sweat shorts with, special cause they had a huge
slit up the ass, threw on a wife beater, lit a blunt and walked outside,
leaned my ass against the truck and puffed away.

"Hey, can I get a hit of that?" A deep voice asked from the shadows of the
room next to mine.  The door was open halfway and the room was dark, but I
saw movement as a big guy stood from where he had been sitting on the bed.

"Hell yeah, man." I answered, taking another deep hit and exhaling as he
opened the door wide and stepped out.  He was huge white guy. I'd say 6'7
or 8.  He was wearing a pair of loose basketball shorts and flip-flops.  He
wasn't thin either, like a lot of tall guys are, this dude was pretty thick
and though he had a belly on him, there was definitely lots of past muscle
underneath.  He looked Polish or something like that, big, hard forehead
and square boned face.  His hair was shaved close, as was his face, except
for sideburns that came down low like mutton chops.  I held the blunt out
to him. "It's good shit."

"Thanks bro."  He took the blunt and took a gargantuan hit.  I watched his
chest expand and was amazed at the size of it.  I also took the chance to
notice that there was something unusually large hanging in those loose
shorts of his.

"I'm Frank." I said looking up at him through the cloud of smoke he blew in
my direction.  "Go ahead and have as much of that as you want.  I have
plenty more." In indicated to the blunt and he raised a thick eyebrow and
grinned at me.

"Thanks Frank.  I'm Paul."  He took another monster hit.  I leaned against
my truck and looked up at this huge man.  Tall men are a real turn on for
me.  I'm 6'2" so when I find someone that much bigger than me, I just wanna
drop to my knees and service them.  "Just laying over here for the night.
I drive that truck out there." He indicated a black Peterbilt across the
parking lot. "You?"

"I'm just passing through on my way to Augusta.  Thought I'd stop here for
a little fun along the way."  I said dropping my eyes to his swinging bulge
and lit a smoke.

"Not much fun around here, looks like just a bar and truck stop pullover to
me."  He said, handing me the blunt.  I took a deep toke and handed it
back.  I wanted this fucker high.

"Oh, you'd be surprised."  I said, dropping my eyes again to that swinging
meat.  It looked long and thick and it was still soft.

"I don't know about that."  He was looking over the landscape.  Damn, this
big fucker was dumb as shit, I was going to have to be more obvious.  I had
an idea.

"You wanna beer, Paul?"  I asked casually, moving towards my room.

"Shit yeah, man, thanks!"  He said and I knew I was gonna hook this
Frankenstein looking fucker.  He didn't have any pot or beer and he liked
both.  It was only a matter of time before I was choking on whatever he was
hiding in those loose shorts.

I walked into my room, fully aware that the slit in my shorts was showing
off my hairy cunt crack.  When I bent over to open the little fridge, he
finally understood.

"Whoa" I heard him mutter in a stoned daze.

I stood and held out a beer to him.  I noticed that his cock was no longer
swinging as he stood facing me just outside the door of the room, now it
was beginning to press up against the fabric of his shorts.  I watch it as
he walked towards me to get the beer, it lengthened down his leg and the
head was nearing the opening just above his knee.  He stepped really close
to me to get the beer and his big, bulging cock touched my hip. I looked up
into his bloodshot eyes as I reached down and grabbed a hold of that thick
snake and moaned into his sweaty chest, nuzzling around until I found his
pronounced nipple and started to suckle on it.  I heard him open the beer
and take a deep swallow.  "I knew there had to be a reason you were being
so friendly."  He muttered as his hand wrapped around my head and pulled my
mouth hard onto his tit.  "Yeah, suck it hard and you'll make something
else hard." He chuckled.  His cock continued to grow against my hip.  He
suddenly pulled my sucking lips off of his nip and pushed me back. "Lemme
lock up my room."

He went to shut his room door and right after he did I heard two voices
outside.  I walked over to the door and stood there smoking as two black
dudes in boots, fatigue pants and wife beaters, came out of the room a
couple over and stood outside smoking themselves.  They glanced over at me
and then at Paul as he came back out of his room, locking it behind him.
His cock was still at full mast and looked obscene in his shorts he didn't
notice as he smiled at me and came back into the room.  I looked over at
the two mid-forties, black men as I shut the door and winked at them.  They
cracked up laughing and both grabbed at their crotches.

Paul was sitting down, drinking his beer and watching the gangbang movie.
I shut the curtains, but left them open about four inches so guys could
look in and see what was on offer.  A little advertisement never hurts.  I
found the rest of the blunt in the ashtray and lit it, taking a big hit,
then passed it to the first catch of the day, Paul, the giant man with the
horny grin on his face.  He took the joint from me and his other hand
reached out and grabbed onto my ass, his extra long fingers poked through
the slit into my lubed up hole.

"Oh hell yeah" He groaned, working a couple of fingers up into that wet,
hairy pussy. "You all ready for big Paul, aintcha man?"

"Yes Sir."  I responded, bending slightly to give him more access and
grabbing a hold of his dick again as I did.  He kicked of his flip flops,
took a big hit of the blunt and leaned into my face, which was now inches
from his.  I met him half way and he started to slowly tongue fuck my mouth
as he shot-gunned his huge hit slowly into my lungs, I couldn't take it
all, but we continued to exhale the smoke together as it wrapped up and
around us.  I looked into his giants face and kissed him again before
dropping to my knees before him, pulling his shorts down on the way.

I knelt before him and dropped my face into his low-hanging bull balls.
Everything about this man was so big.  He spread his legs even more and
slid down to give me more access.  I sniffed and licked as he moaned and
played with my hair.  I tongued his balls and underneath them, moving ever
lower.  I wanted that ass.  I wanted to make out with this giant's asshole,
but I wanted that huge dick even more.  So I started to move up again.  His
big hand tangled in my hair as he made a fist and pulled me up to just
above the head of his throbbing cock.  I looked up at him and smiled.  He
looked at me a little stunned at his luck, a little disgusted by my
wantonness and a very horny.  I pulled a bottle of poppers out my pocked
and took a big hit in each nostril as I stared at him, then handed him the
bottle.  He took his hand off my head and I began licking the pulsing head
of his veiny cock.  I heard him take a couple of hits as the poppers
started to take a hold of me, he set the bottle back down on the table,
grabbed my hair again and started to slowly force my mouth down over his
cockhead.  I worked the head with my lips as I moved past it and felt it
begin to press into my throat, I worked my throat in a swallowing motion
and he was able to keep going.  I continued to work my lips on his shaft as
I could feel the head start its journey deep into my whore throat.  His
cock was thick, but I'd had thicker.  He rivaled the longest I had ever had
at about 11 inches.  I was determined to take it in one deep lunge and he
seemed to have the same idea.

"That's it, whore.  Get that whole dick in your throat.  Nobody ever took
the whole thing all the way before.  I think you can.  I'm gonna make you."
I readjusted my head a couple of times and he kept the pressure up.  There
was still about four inches to go when something gave out I felt the rest
of that cock glide all the way into my neck.  "Get that dick, boy."  He
pressed hard on my head grinding his hips and stretching me out good.  I
just made myself a rag doll.  There was nothing else I could do.  I was
about to pass out.  I went as limp as possible and let him grind away until
he decided he was done.  He started to slowly pull me off.  About halfway,
I could exhale and suck in some more air and then he pushed it down all the
way again.  He kept up this steady pace for a while.

"Damn bitch, you blowing my mind right now.  Aint nobody ever done this
shit with my freak cock before.  I had a lot of lot lizard whores and even
a couple of faggots like yourself try and take this cock, but I aint never
had head like this.  I'ma blow my first load in this throat, cause I may
never get a chance to have my whole dick swallowed while I shoot again."
He told me continuing to ram his monster snake deep into my neck.  I
breathed when I could.  "I been a trucker for 6 years now, since I gave up
college ball.  This dick been in thousands of mouths, but none like this,
bitch."  He was pounding my throat hard now, lifting his hips to meet the
thrusts, he palmed my head like a basketball.  We were in perfect sync.  I
couldn't wait to get fucked by this freak of nature.

"You gonna get a nice thick load of polish trucker cream, baby" He babbled
as he raped my face.  "I know you want it. That slit in your shorts is
there so everyone knows what a whore you are.  You plan to take on this
whole motel tonight don't you, bitch?"  I just kept taking his fuck.  It
felt so good to let go, to be the whore that I am and service this hard
man's meat. "Here you go, slut." He said and rammed that cock deep,
shooting a wad so deep inside of me that I only knew he was coming because
he told me and because his cock got even harder.  He shot a couple of
spurts and then pulled me up all the way to the tip, shot a spurt into my
mouth and then shoved me all the way back down again.  "Take it all, you
hairy whore."  He held me there and I took it all.  When he released the
pressure I started to work my way back up, suckling his cock for every
drop.  I ran my tongue up along the bottom of his cock to pull all of the
cum out.  I swallowed ever drop, then let the head plop out and looked up
at him.

He had his head back and his eyes closed.  I noticed that there was a man
looking through the crack in the window behind his head.  I couldn't see
any features, but it definitely looked liked the advertisement was working.
I nuzzled my head back under Paul's huge, now drained nuts and started to
lap and lick at the sweaty crack underneath them.  I found his hole and he
raised his legs up to give me more access.  He was moaning as I dug my
tongue deep into his hole, french kissing his ass as deep as I could.

"Keep that shit up and you gonna get this big, Polish cock hard again and
when it's hard, I gotta put it somewhere wet and deep."  He muttered, his
head lolling back.

I grunted and moaned into his sweaty, delicious hole, my eyes pointed up
watching the ecstasy on this hot, nasty fucker's face.  I saw quite a few
shadows pause at the window behind his head.  Looks like I chose the
perfect place to stop for the night.  I planned to get this dick in my ass
hole and then open the door and let all the voyeurs have a shot at my mouth
pussy.


To be continuedÉ