Date: Wed, 19 May 1999 09:47:20 PDT
From: River Rat <riverrat56@hotmail.com>
Subject: On the Road 5&6

Encounter 5

My adventure with Chris was the next step in my move towards a new
sexuality, but his abrupt leaving left me lonely and sad. I floated one
more day on the Current River, but my heart just wasn't in it. The
following evening, I sat alone at my campfire, remembering how much my life
had recently changed. As I relived my experiences with Mark the mechanic,
Tom the student, and Chris the kayak'r, I became aroused. I decided it was
time to explore my own body, so I retreated inside the camper. I grabbed a
bottle of hand lotion, and began to work my body in earnest. I really wish
I had some reading material or magazines, but I guess the mind is the best
stimulant. I had never explored the erotic sensations of my own ass, and
began to work a finger past my rectum. It was a little painful, but was
able find some pleasure there. I pulled and tugged on my balls, and
generally worked myself to a great climax with very little stroking.
Although I was beginning to feel more adventurous sexually, I was really
lonely.

The following day, I packed up and hit the road. My agenda was totally
free, but I chose to go south to US 60 and head west towards Springfield.
After traveling for several hours, I stopped at a truck stop for gas and
lunch. I picked one with lots of trucks, so I'd be sure to get a good
meal. I was amazed at the amount of trucks that would be on this highway, I
guess it's a good road from somewhere to somewhere. I stopped in the john
first, to relieve myself. I'm fairly shy, and chose the last stall. I
dropped my pants and got comfortable that I began to read the graffiti, and
quickly noticed a hole between the stalls. I admit I'm a little new to all
this, but I was pretty sure what this was for. Taking care of personal
business only took a few minutes, but before I could do the paper work,
someone entered the next booth.

I was paralyzed with both fear and excitement. Not sure what to do, I did
nothing. After a few seconds, I got the nerve to finish up my main
business, making a little noise in the process. Soon, I noticed a finger
rubbing the edge of the hole. A foot scuffled below the partition. My heart
was beating so hard, my dick was throbbing, and I had not even touched
it. I scooted forward, and looked through the hole. I say a guy, a truck
driver type, and maybe 50 and thin. He had his dick in his hand and was
stroking it to full erection. He saw me looking, and I quickly backed
off. I could then see his eye at the hole, looking at me. He made the "cum
here" signal with his finger, and before I could make any logical
decisions, I stood and moved towards the hole. The guy put his hand
through, and began to stoke my dick. I moved closer, and he pulled me into
the hole. I was flat against the partition, but didn't care. He took me
into his mouth with such force and suction, that I had to be careful not to
grunt or groan. It only took a few minutes before I came, but he continued
to suck till I began to soften.

I sat down, before I lost my balance and fell. I looked up to see his
erection pointed obscenely at me. There was a small drop of cum at the
tip. I know now that I should have been worried about anonymous contact,
but I reached over and took him in my mouth. I moved to my knees to get a
better angle. Although this was terribly exciting, I wanted to explore his
balls, chest and asshole, but since all I had was dick, I gave it my
all. He didn't wait too long, before he began to make the motions of
orgasm. I finished him off with my hand, and just barely got out of the way
of his flying cum. He quick retreated back into his stall, and then left
the bathroom. When I was sure the room was empty, I flushed the toilet,
washed my hands and left. I looked for him in the restaurant, but wasn't
sure, and nobody looked back. I ate my lunch quietly, half expecting to be
arrested or beaten up before I left. I filled my gas tank, and hit the
road.

Encounter 6

At Springfield, I met up with the Route 66 hype and lore. I had always
found the call of the road to be very romantic, so I decided to follow this
old highway for my next part of the journey. I found an old store at
Halltown, and bought some maps and guidebooks. I found a nice campground,
and settled down to read and plan for the days ahead. I had laundry to do,
and some grocery shopping as well. I was pretty tired by the time I hit the
sheets.

The following day, I followed Route 66 through Carthage, Joplin, into
Kansas, and finally Oklahoma. At Miami, I pulled off the highway to get a
good look at a giant blue whale, a local Route 66 treasure. While I took a
picture, a guy on a motorcycle pulled in behind me. I saw him consult his
map, and I assumed he was there for the same reason as I. He was dressed in
black leather, and when he took off his helmet, I was instantly
attracted. He waved hello, and I took a chance and walked back to say "Hi."

"You following Route 66 too?" was my lame attempt at conversation.

"Yeah, always dreamed of doing this since I was a kid. I plan to follow the
mother road all the way to California. Began last week in Chicago, and I'm
having the time of my life. By the way, my name is Chuck."

"Hi, my name is Josh. I just decided yesterday to explore Route 66, and I
must admit I'm having a lot of fun. My guidebook says this old blue whale
used to be an alligator farm. Wonder what they did with them?"

"What book are you using?" Chuck asked.

We compared books and maps right beside the highway. The more I talked to
Chuck, the more I wanted to get to know him.

"Hey, it's almost lunch time, how about we eat lunch, and compare notes?"

"That sounds great. I get pretty lonely for conversation on the road. I'll
follow behind you, anyplace would be fine."

I found a local caf&eacute; in the next town. Sure enough, Chuck pulled in
behind me. I got a great look at his ass and he climbed off his bike. He
had full saddlebags, with enough gear for camping. His smile was beautiful
as he lifted off his helmet. Inside, I followed him to his table. He took
off his leather jacket, to reveal a clean but sweaty white T-shirt,
revealing some tattoos on his upper arm. For the first time I noticed a
pierced ear, clean-shaven except for a mustache. His hair was a little
long, but not bad. His teeth were straight and white. Little doubt that he
has taken good care of himself.

As we talked and ate, I learned that Chuck was 32, a computer programmer
with a large bank in Nashville, and was taking a one-month vacation of a
lifetime. He was not married, or attached at the moment. I provided my own
information before our conversation turned to our mutual interest, Route
66. We got so deep into conversation, that it was 2:00 before we stood to
leave.

Our plan was to caravan for the rest of that day, and camp together. There
was never any hint of sexuality in the conversation, but I got the distinct
impression that we were both on the same wavelength. We camped that night
on Grand Lake of the Cherokees in a state park. Chuck set up his tent in
the next site. I was done way ahead of him, and enjoyed watching him stake
down his tent. I could watch that ass for hours. When he finished, he came
over and sat down in the chair, under my awning. He had totally soaked his
shirt, and he lifted it off just before he sat down. His left nipple was
pierced with a plane silver hoop. I couldn't help but stare.

"I've never seen a pierced nipple before, does it hurt?"

Chuck replied, "Only the first day. I 'm into body piercing, but I work in
a very conservative environment, so I have to be real careful. I got these
tattoos when I was a kid, and now have to wear long sleeve shirts to
work. Got anything to drink?"

"I got some coke in the refrigerator, or some bottled water."

"Water would be great. This Oklahoma heat is about to kill me. I think I'll
take a shower and change out of these leather pants."

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"I bet those are really hot. I see a pool over there, how about a quick
swim?"

"Sounds great. I'll take a quick shower and change in bathroom."

We finished our water, and he was soon gone. I really wanted to follow him,
but didn't want to seem too interested, just in case I was not reading the
signals correctly. I changed into my boring conservative swimsuit, and
walked over to the pool. When Chuck arrived just behind me, he wore a
bright red Speedo. I'm sure my mouth hung open for a full minute.

"Yeah, I know it's a little flashy."

"I think that suit may be against the law in Oklahoma."

"You're just jealous" was his quick reply as he dove in the pool. There
were several kids in the pool, so we had to be careful not to run into
them. We each swam a couple of laps, and finally rested at the deep end of
the pool. Chuck rested his arms on the edge of the pool, and I could see
his armpits. I took a similar pose beside him, as we talked. Pretty soon,
the kids left.

"Race you to the other side and back?"

Chuck replied "On three…one…two…three"

I reached the far edge just ahead of him. He playfully pushed he aside and
he began the lap back. I caught his ankle, and pulled him back. We wrestled
trying to get ahead. My hands were busy as I tried to dunk him. His skin
was soft, and I was immediately aroused by the touch. Chuck got away, and
made a quick dash for the other end. Halfway through, he switched to his
back, and I was rewarded with a quick view of an erection barely hidden by
the red suit. I was now motivated to catch up to him. We wrestled some more
at the other end, and when Chuck succeeded in dunking me, I made a playful
attempt to pull off his suit. I couldn't quite pull it off, as it caught on
his erection. When I came up for air, he was busy pulling them back up. He
made a grab at my suit, and I tried to get out of his reach, but he caught
my waistband and pulled down. I tried to swim away, which only helped
him. The feel of his hand was fantastic, and I turned around, which enable
his hand to brush against my erection.

"I see we have similar problems. I guess it came in handy today, or I'd be
totally naked, which is a hanging offense in these parts," Chuck said with
a big smile.

"How about we go back for some supper and a camp fire?"

"Sounds great. I've got to loose this bulge before I can get out of the
pool."

"Me too, but my suite hides more than yours."

"The mystery make it all the more interesting."

I was now sure that this hot motorcycle guy was interested in me and I
him. I wanted to be clean for our adventure, so I got a change of clothes,
and my shower stuff, and headed for the showers. I was surprised to find
Chuck already there. There were two shower stalls, and he was in the far
one. He opened the door and motioned for me to join him in his stall. I
looked around and made sure we were alone. I closed the stall door, and
quickly stripped off my suite. My hardon made the job more of a challenge,
but I quickly joined him behind the shower curtain.

Chuck was also sporting a raging hardon. He was already wet from head to
foot, and handed me the soap and turned so I could wash his back. I was a
little weak from the excitement, but quickly got started at his shoulders
and moved south. As I started on his but, he spread his legs and put his
arms against the wall. I soaped up my hands, and began to explore his
ass. I soon found his balls. I finished with his legs, before I gave the
soap back to Chuck and switched places.

Chuck found places on my body that I didn't even know where there. He
clearly had some experience with a man's body. He turned me around and
began to work on my front. He was soon on his knees, and had taken me into
his mouth. I heard voices in the room, so I had to be very quiet. I felt
week in the knees, and had to brace myself up to keep from falling. He
played with my balls and explored my ass without ever taking his mouth off
my cock. I exploded with fury into his mouth, and he didn't miss a drop.

After I caught my breath, I began to soap down Chuck's front. I was
especially interested in his pierced stud near his piss slit. I played with
it in my mouth, and it seems to really turn him on. The water falling over
us only made the experience more erotic. I explored his balls with my
mouth. I turned him around and kissed his ass. My tongue found his hole, as
he spread his legs as much as the shower stall would all. Knowing that it
was clean made my interest stronger. I replace my tongue with my finger,
and he groaned as I made entrance.

Chuck groaned "That feels great. I'd like you to fuck me, but I don't have
a condom here. Finish me off with your mouth, and you can fuck me later."

I was quick to comply, and he filled my mouth to capacity. I continue to
play with his ass, as he began to shoot his load into my mouth. His taste
was new, but was curiously good. We turned off the shower, dried, and
dressed in silence. Making sure the room was empty before leaving.

We cooked dinner in relative quiet, but I touched him when nobody could
see. The park was only partially full, so I was able to touch a lot. I was
also flattered when he repeated my juvenile attempts at sexual touching. We
ate dinner, anxious for the darkness to come. I suggested that he sleep in
my RV, which he gladly accepted. As we closed the curtains, Chuck became
more aggressive in his touching. He stripped my clothes and laid me down on
the bed. He did a quick strip tease, revealing an erection. We kissed with
passion and lust, as he lowered himself to explore all of my body. Unlike
the shower, he took his time finding all of my erogenous zones. He sucked
my big tow with such gusto, that I thought I had a second prick.

Chuck moved to lie down, and I began to explore his body, just as he had
done. I placed him on his stomach, and moved directly to his ass. He raised
his ass, and positioned himself on his elbows and knees. I could explore
his ass freely, and soon had my tongue on his very inmost part. He reaches
behind, and handed me a condom and some lube. I worked the lube into him
with my fingers, watching Chuck squirm with delight. It had been years
since I used a condom, and it took me a few seconds to get it on. I moved
close behind, and I felt his fingers guide me to my target. This was my
first time, and I wanted to make sure and do it right. I pressed against
his ring, and felt him open and accept my cock. After the first resistance,
I quickly slid up to the hilt. I began to slide back and then forward. As I
found my rhythm, I felt my balls slap against his. I felt Chuck push
against my inward stoke, making me enter him quickly. I had completely
turned into a fuck machine, and was caught unaware, as he stopped and
splattered cum all over the bed. I felt his anal muscles squeeze me
tighter, and I bean to fill the condom. I collapsed on top, and stopped to
catch my breath. I could feel myself soften, and soon slipped out with a
slight popping sound. The condom started to slip off, and I quickly grabbed
it, holding it in place till I was safely out. Chuck peeled the condom off,
placing it to his lips, and emptying out the cum into his mouth. It was so
sexy, that I soon replaced the condom with my mouth. This was my first time
since teenage years that I tasted my own cum. It was more bitter that his,
and not near as fun to eat, but we were quickly engaged in deep kissing.

I soon noticed that Chuck was again erect. I wasn't sure that I could get
it up for a third time in one evening. Chuck began to move his mouth
towards my cock, and I soon felt the familiar stir of blood. He moved me to
my stomach, and began to explore my ass. I raised myself to my knees, and
he found my rectum with his tongue. I had never felt sensations like this,
and was really getting into it. He lubed a finger, and moved past my
anus. He clearly knew his target, and soon was touching my prostate. It was
a mix of extreme pleasure with a slight pain. I felt myself push back
against his finger, as he placed two fingers inside me. I heard him tear
the condom open, and was a little nervous about taking his cock. I didn't
have too much time to worry, as I felt him move behind me. He told me to
press out as he tried to enter me. I had never experience such pain and
pleasure at the same time. I was about to tell him to stop when I felt him
slide in. He pulled me back and began to fuck me. My head was soon swimming
with new sensations, mostly pleasurable. He rubbed my prostate, and I could
feel my own excitement begin to build.

Chuck had a little more control than I, and continued to fuck me for at
least 5 minutes. My knees were about to give out as I felt him stiffen and
gasp. He stood still for a few moments, before he pulled out. I turned to
my side, and I felt his cuddle up behind me. I could feel his wet dick as
he hugged and kissed my on my neck. The next thing I remember was waking up
with Chuck sucking my dick.

It took me a second to remember where I was and who it was that was sucking
me off. I soon laid back and enjoyed the experience. He soon tired and
began to finish me off with his hand. He obviously had lots of experience
using his hand, and knew just what to do to give me pleasure. He knew I was
close when I spread my legs and raised my knees. He let the cum splash on
my tummy, and stopped his stroking just as the sensitivity set in. He moved
closer, and ate the cum with his tongue. He worked his way towards my face,
and finished with a big kiss.

"Good morning. I thought this might wake you up."

"I've never been awakened with such passion. I could get used to this!" I
moved to get closer, but was soon reminded of a new painful sensation in my
ass.

"I see you're a little sore this morning. First time?" Chuck asked.

"Yes, does it get better with experience?"

"You'd have to ask someone else, but I think so. I'm sore too, but it's
been awhile for me too."

I moved closer, and soon caught a quick sniff of cum and sweat. I took him
in my hand, and began to fondle him. I could tell he was not getting
aroused, so I stopped.

"That's ok, I had quite a workout last night. How about some breakfast?"

"Sorry, I guess I have a lot to learn. Breakfast would be great, I'm
hungry."

I soon set about getting up, and found I needed to piss. Chuck watched as I
hit the bowl. He replaced me as he let his first piss of the day fly. I had
never seen another man piss from this angle, and made me think of some new
ideas.

Before long, we hit the road, as Chuck led the way to a new day's adventure
on Route 66.