Date: Tue, 8 Nov 2005 17:11:18 -0800 (PST)
From: private private <bfga_99@yahoo.com>
Subject: Interstate 20: Part 2

After Jim left, I lay back on the bed going over the remarkable sex I had
just experienced, then remembering that I needed to be on the road, I
jumped up and put back on my sweats and t-shirt and readied the RV for the
trip to Dallas to pick up my wife.  I rolled out of the parking lot of the
rest area and melded into the traffic on I-20 and headed West.

As I drove along, I went over what had happened and began to get another
hard on.  I passed trucks and always glanced over to see what the drivers
looked like.  Occasionally, I'd get looks from a driver and he'd
smile. Most would smile back and nod and some even grabbed their crotch in
invitation. I nodded back and gave a sorry-not-now smile.  I was running
late and would have some explaining to do.  I was suddenly aware of a
familiar odor arising from my crotch, one I breathed in deeply which made
my cock twitch and get harder.  It was the odor of sex: dried cum and
sweat.  I reached into my sweats and grabbed my cock, rubbing my hand
around and fondling my balls.  Pulling my hand out, I brought it to my nose
and breathed in the intoxicating odor.

I can't show up in Dallas smelling like this, I thought to myself, and on
top of that the sheets will smell, too. I'd better get these clothes and
sheets washed and I don't want to use the machines on the RV.  Shit.  What
am I gonna do?  A highway sign indicated that I was approaching a small
town with a college, I thought, surely, in a college town, there would be a
laundromat.  I pulled off at the exit and drove around the small town,
finding the community college and eventually spying a laundromat. Gnawing
on my lower lip, I thought, 'Being a Saturday morning, it shouldn't be
busy.' I parked the RV, stripped off the sheets and pillowcases, exchanged
dirty clothes for clean and got some soap. I crossed the quiet street and
entered the laundromat.

There was only one woman there and she was folding her laundry.  She looked
up as I came in and smiled.  I returned her smile, saying good morning, and
found a washer and put in the dirty laundry.  As I was putting in the
coins, a young man came in with a load of laundry and used a washer not far
from mine.  I sat down in front of my washer, picked up a magazine, and
began leafing through it.  The woman put her laundry in a basket and left,
leaving just me and the young man.

As I was 'reading' the magazine, I'd look at the young man out of the
corner of my eye, appraising him.  He appeared to be about 20 or 21, had
shaved head (which I found surprisingly sexy) and a tiny gold hoop earring.
He was in good shape and the t-shirt he wore showed off a nice chest and
arms. His shorts allowed me to see nice legs with a downy covering of light
blond fuzz. More importantly, I also noticed the guy was stealing glances
at me and I began to get more interested.

Putting the magazine down, I yawned, stretching my legs out so my cock was
visible through the sweats. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the
guy's eyes get a little bigger as he looked at my crotch.  Well, well,
well, thought I.  I've got a live one here!  Nonchalantly, I looked over
and said, "Good morning.  Kinda slow in here today."

"Uh, yeah," the guy said, looking at me directly for the first
time. "Saturday's always slow since most of the kids are home for the
weekend.  This is just a community college and a lot of the kids go home."

"I'm on my way to Dallas to meet up with my wife and I suddenly realized I
hadn't done the laundry and figured she'd be mad if I arrived with dirty
sheets."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," he said, glancing away and then back
up.  "Is that your RV out there?"

"Yeah. That's it."

I extended my hand and said, "I'm Ken, by the way."

 He shook my hand and said, "Hi. I'm Gator.  Everybody calls me that since
I'm from Florida."

"Well, Gator, I guess it's a little far for you to go home for the weekend,
right?"

"Yes, sir.  I decided I'd better do my laundry today since it would be
quiet."

 By now, my washer was beginning to spin to a stop as was his. I got up and
my semi-hard cock was starting to make a tent in the sweats.  Gator
couldn't take his eyes off my crotch.  I stood in front of my washer,
facing Gator and said, "Sorry, my cock seems to have a mind of its own.  I
always tend to get a hard on when I'm tired and it's quiet."

Licking his lips, Gator nervously said, "Yeah. I'm the same way, but it
feels good, doesn't it?"  He stood up and I looked down to see a large
bulge in Gator's shorts that he grasped and gave a squeeze. He moved over
to his washer which was stopping.  Reaching out and cupping Gator's crotch,
I gave a silent whistle.  Gator closed his eyes and thrust his hips forward
into my palm.

"Oh, that feels good," he moaned

I took Gator's hand and brought it to my now-hard cock.  Wrapping his hand
around my cock and squeezing it, he murmurmed, "Let's put our stuff in
dryers and then move back there," he said, pointing to the rear of the
shop.  There was a large mirror on the back wall and I was able to lean
against a row of washers and see anyone coming in while Gator, hidden by
the row of washers, knelt down to nuzzle my crotch.

"Oh, Daddy," Gator gasped.

'Daddy'? My eyes opened wide then I smiled to myself and thought, ' Well, I
can do this, especially if he's a good cocksucker.'

" I love the way you smell, Daddy.  Like sweat and dried cum and old piss."
He breathed in deeply and buried his nose in my crotch, rubbing his cheek
against the fabric and my rigid cock

I braced myself with both hands on the washer and huskily said, "Take my
pants off, son, and play with your Dad's dick and balls."

Gator reached up and pulled the sweats down and was rewarded with a hard
cock which came up and hit him in the face.  He lunged forward, burying his
nose in my balls, sniffing loudly. He continued to rub around my crotch,
like trying to transfer the odor to his face.  He pulled back and put his
hand around the cock, looking at it with glazed eyes. "Oh, Daddy, I want to
suck your cock," he sighed.  Opening his mouth, he put the head in and ran
his tongue around it, savoring the tast and smell.

I threw back my head and closed my eyes, reveling in the sensations.  Gator
started going down on my cock until the head hit the back of his throat
then, relaxing his throat, my cock slid down farther. "Oh, Jesus," I
moaned. "Take that cock,son. Oh, yesssss."

Gator held my cock in his throat, working the muscles to bring incredible
sensations to the head. I had to hold back to keep from cumming too soon.
He pulled back off my cock and using his tongue, did little butterfly taps
on the sensitive underside, making my cock jump.  He pulled completely off,
licked his lips and admired his treasure.  Then, pursing his lips and using
them like an ass hole, he pressed them against the tip of my cock and
slowly, very slowly, pushed until my cock started to disappear into his
mouth. The rim of my cock popped through just like I was fucking a guy's
hole. The feeling was like nothing I'd ever experienced from someone
sucking my dick.

"Oh, son, that feels sooo good.  Oh, yeah."  I grabbed his slick head and
ran my hands over it and then held the back of his head and pulled it onto
my dick.  He stayed there, holding my dick in his mouth and using that
incredible tongue of his.  I began to tremble and I could feel my balls
starting to draw up signalling I was getting ready to shoot.  I threw my
head back and growled as I shot stream after stream into his suctioning
mouth.  He pulled back so the head of my dick was on his tongue and I could
feel his tongue tickling the underside of the head. I looked down to see
him give a sigh as he swallowed my load.

 Gator came off my cock and looked lovingly at it.  He then swallowed it
again and sucking, cleaned off all the cum.  He released it with a smacking
sound, looked up at me and smiled.

"Thank you," he said, simply.

"Oh, Gator, son, thank you.  That was absolutely the best head I've ever
had."

He gave me a big grin then opened his mouth showing me the cum he still
held there on his tongue and then licked his lips.  I reached down to lift
him up and that was when I realized his cock was out of his shorts and he
had shot a huge load of cum onto the floor.  "Gator, I didn't realize you
had already come."

"Yes, sir.  I shot about the same time you did.  It was fantastic."

"Come on, Gator, we've got to clean up and get our stuff out of the
dryers."

I stuffed myself back into my sweats as Gator put his dick back into his
shorts.  Just as he was getting up, he noticed out the window someone
approaching the laundromat.  "Oh my god," he gasped.  I turned around and
saw another young man crossing the street headed our way.

"Jesus," I said.  "Let's get ourselves together. Now."  We hurried over to
our dryers and began to busy ourselves with getting our stuff out, trying
to act naturally.

The door opened with a jangle of bells and as I looked up, I'll have to
admit my cock gave a twitch.  There, coming in the door, was a vision of
beauty about the same age as Gator.  Over 6' tall, dark curly hair falling
down over his forehead and ears. His full lips made him even more
sensuous. The most spectacular thing, though, was an incredible body.
Muscular without being overly developed. I thought to myself, ' Am I just
getting old or are they making them more beautiful nowadays?'

"Hey, Gator," the vision said, smiling.

"Hey, Jase."

"Doing your laundry, huh?"  He started over toward us and dropped his
basket of laundry on the floor next to Gator.  He looked at me and smiled,
saying hi.

"Hi," I smiled back. I turned back to my laundry and tried to ignore the
two guys.  Gator was acting kind of nervous, but trying to be cool.  I
piled my stuff in my bag, looked up at the two young men and said, "Well,
guys, I'm through with my job."  I turned to Gator, stuck out my hand and
said, "It was pleasure, Gator. Thanks for helping me out with these
machines."  I cocked my head, and looking him straight in the eye, smiled,
and winked.  Then I walked out to my RV, feeling my cock still dripping a
little cum.


I hope you liked this installment.  Thank you for your comments, it helps
to know someone is reading the stories.  You can email me at
bfga_99@yahoo.com.  Thanks, Bim