Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2006 23:56:46 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: "Pit Stops ..."

Hey, guys...  wow!  I'm branching out all over the place.
and running multiple story lines now .  between the
"Straight Bars." series, the new "True Beginnings" line, and
now I'm just breaking off to tell a quickie about this past
weekend - which could very well turn into yet another
`continuing saga'.

Of course, before we go any farther, we have to get this out
of the way:  If you are underage (18, I suppose), or in a
geo-political area that prohibits such fare, or you are
offended by sexually explicit tales of man-to-man
relationships  . please locate that "back" button, or click
on the `X' at the upper right !!!!    Otherwise read on .
and, I certainly hope, enjoy !!!


The Pit Stops .   by CNJShore9


No.. this isn't a NASCAR story (although I may go there
someday, too.)..  It's just your average run-of-the-mill
"pit stop" when traveling the Thruway - you know the kind --
when your bladder says "STOP!".   .and, well.maybe it's not
that "run-of-the-mill".

I have a buddy that owns a little bungalow up in the
Catskills and he lets me head up there whenever I feel the
need to get the heck away.  Sometimes I go up the same time
as he and his wife, since it has two bedrooms, and we still
have our `privacy', but I much prefer to go there when no
one else is around.  Now that's really `private' !!  .and
let's face it, I'm not about to bring some hunk home when
there is a straight couple in the next room.  Yes, they
"know about me", and seem quite comfortable with it. but I
don't flaunt it in their faces.  Besides, I'm not that
comfortable with it myself at times -- only having been
"out" and able to "be me" for the past few years.

For those of you who haven't read any or many of my previous
stories, I am a 55 year-old widower.  Although I knew I was
`gay' (or `queer' as we called it then) when I was about 12,
I buckled under to the family and professional pressures in
my 20's and "went straight".  Yeah, I know, some of you will
say I just "lacked courage"..but I actually wanted children
- not something that would have ever been found in a gay
relationship back then - and I'm very proud, and lucky, to
say that I have 3 wonderful offspring, who have given me
double that in grandkids.

But back to "Peter".   Those of you on AOL can go check out
my profile - which includes some (`g') pics .   ..and for
the rest of you ..  I'm, as I said, 55 y/o, 5'10", 195#,
graying brown hair and brown eyes.  My hair is now cut very
short and I have a stache and goatee -  an attempt of sorts
to `re-invent' myself after my change in life status.
Although I'm getting `less in shape' by the month . I'm
still considered attractive by a few guys I meet now and
again.  I'm no gym rat, but how many guys over a half-
century are?  (Yeah. I know .. there are some. and, yes, a
few of them make me drool, too !!!)  . but I am what you
see..and what you get.

So.. Back to the story.

I decided to drive up to the NY place this weekend.  Friday
was an absolutely gorgeous day!!!  Sun shining. temperature
in the 60's.. I had the sun-roof open on my car, the windows
down at half mast, and the CD-player cranking out
Tchaikovsky and Bach at full-tilt !!!  What better way to
shoot north on the Garden State Parkway and the NY State
Thruway!?!   (For you Mapquest buffs, that's the route
between the New Jersey Shore and the Catskill Mountains !)

Back when I used to make 4-hour trips up to that area with
my wife, I was not allowed to drink anything for 2 hours
before we left, or during the drive.  She did not stop !!!!
I could be drowning in my own `back-up', but that did not
get help!!!!  .but, now I can do my own thing (and do it
once in a while!). what I mean is that I generally stop at
almost every service area on the road to drain the last diet-
Coke or large tea . and buy a new one !!!   It also gives me
a chance to get out and stretch my legs . and .. well..
yeah. it also gives me a chance to check the layout of the
local facilities and whatever might be `hanging out there'!

Now, please don't get me wrong.  I am not one of those
trolls that `take up residence' in the tea-rooms.  Sure I
check things out while in there, but I don't "hang around"!
I go in, I see what's worth getting close to, and I "do what
I gotta".  Of course, I don't hug the porcelain, or go into
a stall. I just walk up, take it out, and `go'.  Naturally,
I look to see if anyone seems `interested' .. and if there
is someone, I don't hide things.  But I don't make it
obvious, and certainly don't stroke or go for bone - and
never, never do I do anything `overt' (no quick grabs or
such).  I had a buddy got pinched for that a few years back.
Turned out the guy next to him was a cop!!  (Yes, it's still
against the law here in the states!)  So, I've learned
things like. don't ever `show' first. and if he's really
studly and hugging the porcelain. stay clear!

Well.. in retrospect.I must admit this was one of the
`premier' trips north that I've made recently.  It seems
there was someone, or something, `on display' at every stop
!!!

In the first one, there was a young guy, who I would guess
to be late teens or early 20's, maybe 6'2" or so, thin, with
a hog that you wouldn't believe just flopping it around.
Nothing coming out..so he was definitely `showing'.  That
baby had to be 7 or 8, nicely cut, inches in `floppy' mode
!!!!  But ..not in my `book' then.  So with that "picture"
in my mind (should I need it later), I departed, got my
refill and again headed north.

At the next stop, there was really nothing.  What had been a
row of urinals with no shields, was now profoundly f*kd!
They had remodeled and installed `privacy'.  Skip it.

The next stop had an older guy, probably in his mid-60's,
standing at the middle position (of 3 without shields).
When I walked in, the guy at the left spot hurriedly `tucked
away' and moved toward the sinks.  The look on his face was
quite clear.  Something had been going on - or about to
start - as I walked in.  So, I just went and took his old
postion.  As soon as I had my old friend in my hand and
started to piss, the older guy backed away from the
porcelain and it was obvious what was on his mind.  I must
say, for a guy that age, it was certainly `proud'!  Had to
be well over 6 thick inches with a very wide head.  He
stroked it a few times, so I had to at least be
courteous.and I backed up and stroked my own up to it's full
6.5 cut inches.  Then he reached down and pulled his balls
out of his trousers.  They were pretty nice on the egg-size
scale.  So I again reciprocated and pulled my out.  Well.
last time I actually compared to some eggs I had in the
refrigerator, mine are X-large.  He looked. his eyes got
big.and he said "wow!"

However, I know that this particular rest area has
`patrols', so I don't play there.  I winked at him and
whispered, "Sorry.. I have to go.."   He smiled and said, "I
know.."  and so I put the tackle away and left.  But there
was a little extra lilt to my step!!

The next stop had a few good things to check out and I was
there long enough to get a few good `future fantasies', but
it's not one of the better areas.  There's really no place
to go if you do find an `interested party'.  So. off I went
up the road.

As usual, I wandered around in the food court area, watching
to see what was going into the men's room before I `wasted a
trip in'.  About that time, I saw this rather short (maybe
5'5" or 5'6") thin fellow going in.  He was wearing a light
beige western-style shirt, blue jeans, and tan western boots
(just had to be a trucker!).    So I "followed".

As luck would have it, the urinal next to him was open, so I
moved right in.  Staring straight ahead (as `etiquette' has
it), I unzipped and pulled my stroker out.  Then very slowly
I tilted my head and looked over to my left and down.
"WOW!!!"  it was in my head, but I really had to work to not
say it aloud.  Like so many other smaller stature guys, this
sucker was hung like a pony !!!! ..and he was uncut!!!!
(now those of you who know me. you know that uncut is a
super-plus in my book!)   Cutting my eyes away and looking
back up at the tile in front of me, I just shivered.  Then,
for whatever reason, I turned back to my left and looked him
square in the face.  There he was, looking at me and
smiling.  I cut my eyes back down to see that he was
`hefting' that big meat in no uncertain way.

Right at that moment a State Trooper stepped up to the now-
vacated urinal on my right !!  Damn!!  Maybe 30.dark hair
and eyes, wide shoulders, broad chest, and damned good
looking in the face!  Wouldn't you know !!!  I really wanted
to look down and over there and check that out too, but
let's face it guys. I'm chicken !!!  Don't go there !!!
(Yes.. there are a bunch who would love to have you hangin'
on their meat, but . then. there are those others.. so don't
f*ck with fate !!!)   so I `put it away' and went to wash my
hands.

While I was trying to get that damned `no touch' towel
dispenser to work, I looked over and there was my trucker-
guy standing there lifting his package in his levis.  I just
winked at him, dried my hands, and went out the door.

It was another 30 miles or so to the next `stop'.  I got in
my car and headed out.  As I was about 10 miles shy of the
next stop, I looked over to my left as a little black Miata
passed me.  "Holy shit!" I thought.. As I recognized my
`trucker' driving that f*kin' "pregnant-rollerskate"!!
"Where's his `rig' ?"

At that point, I just gave it all up. this was going to be
another of a series of `uneventful' trips to the bungalow.

When I pulled in at the next service area, I saw the Miata
in the lot.  Getting out of my car, I walked into the
`lodge' and, sure enough, there he was, standing next to the
display kisok in the center of the food court.  As I headed
toward the men's room, I looked at him and he caught my eye.
As I went inside, I could see that he was right behind me.

I took up my position in the line of 12 or more (unshielded)
urinals and did what I really needed ..  pulled it out and
let loose with a major stream!!!   Although there were only
a couple other porcelain plumbings in use, but he moved in
to the one immediately on my right.  I could only do what I
had to do ..  I looked over and down.. and there was that
better-than-a-whopper flopping in his hand!!!    That time I
looked him directly in the face and said, "yes!"  That was
all I said.  Of course, I also let my cock just lie in my
open right hand where he could see it in all its glory.

He knew exactly what I meant.  The ball was now definitely
"in his court"!!

"Follow me," he said, simply.

"Okay," I said.

At that point I wasn't at all sure just what I wanted - to
do, or to have done.  I just knew that I was `entrapped' by
that gorgeous cock.  So I followed him out of the men's
room, and then out the door to the parking lot.

That's when I got confused.  He turned left into the truck
parking lot and not toward the `car parking' and the little
black car I had just seen him in.  But I kept following.

We got into the truck parking area, and made our way over to
the right and then through a couple other big rigs, finally
stopping at the tractor door for a well-known  Canadian
hauler.

"Hop in," he said as he unlocked and opened the door.

"Wait a minute," I said.  "You were driving a Miata..??  How
did you get the keys to this rig?"

"I got a buddy," he said, matter-of-factly.  "I drive long-
hauls.  a lot of the time he follows me.  He has the Mazda.
..and when there is "a chance". sometimes, he hauls the rig
while I check things out a lot faster and easier."

Well. I must say.. one of my greatest (not-so-hidden)
desires has been to be f*ked in the sleeping  compartment of
a big-ass truck !!!!  So I didn't hesitate at all.  I
climbed up into the driver's seat and then into the sleeping
area.   "Holy, shit," I thought, "it's finally gonna
happen!"

Let's just say that `wiry little fuck' hoisted himself in
and into the compartment like a gymnast!!  He was definitely
ready to do some major damage to me, one way or another!

"Strip it," he firmly commanded.

I didn't argue.  I just started taking it off .taking it
-all- off !!  .and he was matching me shirt, shoes, jeans,
and shorts .. one-for-one !!!   In about 10 seconds, I was
stripped.and so was he !!!  both our cocks were standing as
tall as they could!! ..of course, his was a good 2 or 3
inches longer than mine. that stud was hung !!!!  and his
balls. well .. let's say. I could "dine" on those for days
!!!  along with 3 other guys!!!

That "little fuck" was anything but little !!!

About that time he bent forward and took my (now seemingly
little) 6.5 inches and went all the way down to his nose in
my pubes.  I moaned.  Oh, yes!! Did I moan!!!!   That guy
was a cross between a volcano and an over-powered Hoover
!!!!  There was no doubt that he was definitely into man-on-
man !!!  I just didn't know yet, how much.   ..but I was
both going to, and eager to, learn.

I reached over and pulled him around enough that I could get
my hand on that raging cock!   Oh, shit!!  Did that feel
good!  There is nothing like the contradictive feeling of
both soft and steel-hard at the same time - especially the
soft, pliable skin of an uncut.  I love that feeling.  There
is, to me, nothing more erotic than the feel of the skin
moving so far up and down the shaft as on an uncut guy.
Except, maybe .. to be able to see that head being exposed
and then covered by that delicious hood.  I love to just
watch that head appear and disappear.  So shiny and smooth
when it's there in sight.

Have you ever experienced the feeling and taste of getting
your tongue in under the skin and wrapping it around that
incredibly smooth and sensitive knob.  Oh the pleasure of
it!!

Now, I will say .. it has to be clean.. I'm not into cheese
or any stink.   But when it's clean and shiny and has that
incredible bluish or purple tint . oh.. I am in heaven !!
It is sooooo much more erotic than the typical grey-pink,
dried look of a cut cockhead.

Well, let's just say this guy had it all !!   Slick, shiny,
bluish, beginning to take on a deep red-purple color, and
wide as a plum!!  I could feel it with my hand and see it a
bit. but I wanted it in my mouth and then (yeah, I knew
then) up my chute !!!

"Get over me," I demanded.  I was now going to take control.
Oh. I may be a bottom, but that doesn't mean I can't be
assertive too!  That's just the way I like it.
egalitarian..   I'm not a submissive bitch. and I don't like
being with one of them .  I can be `dominant' when
necessary..  and there are times I like a `dominant' . Well,
almost surprisingly, he did as I said.  There it was hanging
(or standing) right over my face.  I reached up with my
right hand and pulled that big fucker down to my lips.

As I pulled it down and wrapped my lips and tongue around
it, he dove all the way down on my cock, buried his nose in
my balls, and moaned like he was about to come unglued.

Then I started to really "work on it".  It was big, and
quite frankly, it was more than I was used to having in my
mouth and throat.  I tend to stick to the 6 or so size.. One
I can easily accommodate.  But this was both a challenge and
an overwhelming desire!!  My mind already told me that I was
going to get 2 loads out of that big baby - one in the mouth
and then one up my ass!!

I went from Hoover, to Eureka, to Dirt Devil !!!  Holy
Shit!! Was I working that prong!!!  ..and .. c'mon.  who can
hold up to that!!?!?!   I now had his balls in my hand and
was pulling them and stretching them and twisting them.  Oh,
damn! They felt good ..  nice and big. and the ball sack was
just hairy enough to feel those curlies and wish I had the
time to suck on them too.  Maybe when I start to work him up
for "Round 2".

He started to make more noises, short moans, louder moans,
then squeals..  "Nnnnnnnnggggggggggggggg!" he whimpered...
"Ooooohhh, Oooooooooohhhhh.    Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..
Nggggggggggg!  Oh, fuck!  Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck!!!"   it may not
have been English, but I sure as hell knew what he was
saying !!!!!

...and Krakatoa, or Mount St. Helens !!!!!  that baby
erupted the likes of which you can't imagine.  Luckily it
didn't blow off half the bulbous head - or my skull !!!
Unfortunately, I'm not a really experienced guy at taking
bolting shots. and what he unloaded had to be a full 10.0 on
the richter scale!!!  So there I was -- my mouth bulging
with hot man-sauce and much of it running out and down the
sides of my face.  I swallowed again and again.. finally
getting most of it down.   ( I'm not a really a "cum
junkie", so it wasn't something I relished and did regularly
.. but nor was I offended by it).   Yes, it was one hell of
a load of cum.. and I could take that..  but it really
wasn't the cum that I wanted.. it was to know that I had
given him the `ultimate pleasure' ..  that's what I like,
making my `partner' feel really really good..

But I wanted it one more time now !! and you know where !!

When he finally calmed down from his obviously incredible
orgasm, I looked him straight on and asked, "Now will you
fuck me?"

"Gimme a minute to recover .. No. give me about 15 minutes .
and, if that's what you want, .  you can be damned sure I'll
do that for you!"

By now we were side-by-side on the bunk . facing each other.
faces even.  I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the
lips.  He didn't flinch, so I now knew that he was not one
of those "straights that like to play on the side".  He
would kiss!

"Okay," I said.  "We'll just lie here and `recover'."

But then I moved up closer to him and reached behind his
head with my left hand and pulled his face to mine.  Our
lips met, and then opened, and our tongues began the duel.

Pretty soon we were all entangled.  Legs over legs.cocks
together.lips together.  My left arm over his back.  His
right arm holding me tightly.  Two men just enjoying the
feel of each other.

I guess it was 10 minutes or so when I felt his manhood
begin to rise again.  Of course, with one that size, it
becomes pretty apparent !!!

"Hmmmmmm," I muttered.

"Yeah," he responded.

Then he rolled over on top of me.  Face to face, cock to
cock..   and began to slowly hump into me.

"MMMMMmmmm," I responded.

"Yeah," he countered.

"You think you can take this big fucking cock?" he asked.

"Oh.. yeah.. you betcha!" I said with no restraint.

"Better get the Slick," he said.

"Yeah.. think you'll need that," I answered.

Reaching up over my head into the small compartment on the
right, he pulled out a bottle of lube.

Just then there was a knock on the driver's side door.

"Oh, fuck!" he muttered.  "The bastard has perfect timing!"

Slipping down into the driver's seat, he rolled the window
part-way down and leaned out.  I couldn't hear most of the
words, but there was apparently a bit of an argument going
on.

After a couple minutes, he rolled the window back up and
climbed back into the sleeping compartment with me.  "Told
him he's on his own ." he said.  (I can only assume that was
his buddy and he wasn't happy being left out, but .   well,
maybe next time!!)

Climbing back into the bunk, he picked up the lube and
squeezed out a large dollop onto the fingers of his right
hand and went straight to my manhole.

It was cold at first.. But as he worked it around my
twitching brownie, I relaxed and felt that I was going to be
`very happy' very soon !!

He started to work one then two fingers into my horny hole.
Then another..  Then he raised his hand and added another
squeeze from the bottle, and I could hear the slapping sound
as he thoroughly coated his monster cock.

Reaching under my legs, he pushed them up and over his
shoulders until I was doubled up.. And I could feel his
prodding manhood trying to discover the way into my hot
cavern.  I shifted slightly to get that arrowhead in line.
And then I lifted up to him.  He sensed what I was doing and
immediately pushed forward.

..and the head penetrated.   Damn!! That was big!! And it
hurt!!!  At least momentarily.  Then I felt the rest of him
begin to slide into my deepest recesses.  Ohhhhhhh. was that
nice!!!    Oooohhhhhhhh. do I love that feel !!!
Ohhhhhhhh.. c'mon, babe .slide that delicious cock into me
.. all the way . all the way to the hilt !!!

"Ooooohhhhh, yeah, babe... OOOOoohhhhhh that is sooooo
good!!! .  Ooohhhh, yeah..  Push that baby into me!!
Ohhh, yeah.. now fuck me, stud!!  Yeah!!  Fuck that hole you
pounding cock !!"

By now, I'm throwing my ass up to him to meat every one of
his pile-driving thrusts!!  My ass wants to eat him balls
and all !!  Oh, damn! Do I love that feeling of a hot, hard,
blood-filled, throbbing prong pounding its way into my ass
!!!!  .and pound, he did !!!

"Holy, shit!" he exclaimed.  "Where did you learn to fuck
like that?!!??!  Oh, fuck!!! That is the best piece of ass
I've had in months !!  Oh.. c'mon, baby,  fuck me back !!!!
Ohhh!!! Ohhhhhh!   OOOOOOOOOOohhhhhhh!"

I don't know what it takes to make a big-assed PeterBuilt,
or White, or whatever tractor rock, but I know we were doing
it !!!!  `cause, baby, that peter in my ass was sure as shit
built !!!!

I have never.. and I repeat.. never!... had a fucking like
that one !!!!  That little fucker with the great big cock
was an expert !!!!  We "fought" for a good 15 minutes before
he started to really make man-fuck noises !!!  This was a
man that could drive a railroad spike with a tackhammer and
outpace any of the rest of the crew!!

My brain had long ago quit on me.  It was just being slammed
around in my skull as that hot ramrod drove in and out of my
hungry chute!!!  I could hear the juicy, slapping sounds as
he drove it home and his groin slammed into my thighs and
balls.  I was clinching and using every muscle in my insides
to drain that monster teet of whatever sweet milk it might
have ready to release.

"OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhh.. Fucckkkkkkkkk .. It'ssss gonnnnnna
shoooooootttttt!!!  Oooooohhhhhhh..baby. I'mmmmmmmm gonna
fill your asssssss!!!  Oooooh. Ooohhhhhhh..
OOoooooooohhhhh.. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww.Nnnngggggg... Here it
cummmzzzzzz. here it cummmzzzzzzz!!!!!!!"  and he slammed
that big fuck tool all the way to the hilt and just
froze!!!!

Then I felt it swell inside me .. the head felt like it was
going to split my guts open, it got so wide!! Then it made
the last eruption into `a nothing'.  That gorgeous baby must
have pumped at least a full quart of lava-hot, thick and
pearly manseed into me !!!!  I could feel the heat of all
that juice as it whitewashed my insides.

He could do nothing more than just hang on and quiver all
over as his cock took complete control and just kept
jerking, swelling, throbbing, and spurting!!!  What little
grey-matter I had that was working, just knew that he was
using no more cells than I was !!!!  He was in a total white-
out !!!  His cock, his balls, and his cum were all there
were in the world!!

That's when I somehow felt the heat of my own juice as it
squirted between us.  It has been a long time since I got
fucked to a `hands-free' . but this is one I will remember
for a long time !!!

Slowly he came down from his ultimate high..   "Oh, fuck!"
he finally whispered.  "Holy, fucking, shit!!  That was
good!!!"

"Yep!" I quipped.  "That was damned good!"

I reached down and grabbed his head from both sides and
pulled his face to mine.  I kissed him simply and quickly.
"Thanks, you hot fuck.  I really needed that," I said; and I
moved to get out of the bed.

He actually looked surprised.  I think he is used to being
the one that `ends things'. and I had already done so!!  But
as I said. there are times I like to be `on top' (even if on
the bottom).

So I slid out of the bed/compartment, managed to find and
get my clothes back on, and turned to the still-a-bit
stunned guy, kissed him on the lips then the forehead and
said, "watch for me.  I'm up here every month or so..and
next time. your buddy is welcome to join us, I hope."   With
that I opened the door and climbed out, knowing there was
going to be a very wet stain in the seat of my jeans the
rest of the trip!!


I hope you enjoyed that story   If you didn't, please tell
me why you didn't.. I do also appreciate `constructive
criticism' ..  but if you want to just write and `flame me'
.  you'll get `deleted' !!     btw ..(time for a blatant
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