Date: Thu, 5 Jun 2014 20:09:00 -0400
From: Snow
Subject: Rest Stop off HWY 45

The place reeks of urine and chlorine, and there is mildewy gunk crawling
out of the grout and onto the graying floor tile. The single mirror above
the washstand is cracked and tainted so that anyone who peers at themselves
finds a two-face starring back; and almost always there is human shit
splattered on the walls like a genuine Pollock canvas. The clean freaks
stop, clench their cheeks and move on, others grumble and hold their breath
for a few secs to take a leak. Others linger. I am one of them. I crave
those smells. The rest stop restroom off of highway 45 is mine.

Don't get me wrong. I'm like everyone else. I wasn't born with a preference
for dumpy bathrooms. Most days they gross me right out, but when I'm horny
as fuck my cock reminds me what that place means: faceless grunting and
cock down my throat. BTW I didn't use an adjective to describe "cock" in my
last sentence because I like them all. Stubby, salty, semi-hard, uncut,
long, wide, curved, enormous..you name it. I take it all, and I take it
with enthusiasm. I also see the same cocks, sometimes twice a day. Suck
that!

You may think I'm a whore, and you're absolutely fucking right. There's no
doubt about that. But that's all you have on me, and maybe that's all you
want. Maybe it's even all you need to get off, the image of a little whore
out there desperate to suck you off in a dumpy bathroom off highway
45. Maybe not though. Maybe you need a little more. Maybe you need to be
standing in a dark room in front of a stall with a hole at your crotch. You
feel something on your 501s, something curious. It explores down your
strong muscular thigh and squeezes, and then it creeps up to where your
cock is tense. Then your top button pops, and the others follow.

Suddenly, your jeans are on the floor and your thick hairy thighs are
exposed to a cool draft coming from somewhere you don't care. It makes your
leg hairs stand on end. The urine chokes you as a hand cups your balls
through your stale trunks. The grip on your balls gets tighter and pulls
them away from you gently, caressingly, and then it releases and then
tighter again. It gets humid around where your trunks meet your leg, and a
hot wet tongue meets the skin. It swirls around. Tickles. The hand cupping
your balls inches sideways and reaches underneath the leg of your
trunks. Fingers find their way through your pubes and grab hold of your
throbbing tool and pull you closer to the stall wall.

The smooth wet tongue licks your balls through the fabric of your
underwear. He inhales your man smell, and licks again. You want his
mouth. You want his hole. You pull your trunks all the way down to where
your jeans lie, and are caught off guard by the stench at the
floor. Vinegary rot. It surprisingly turns you on. As you come up, his hand
jerks you into the wall and a slippery warmth envelopes your cock to the
base. Your hips gravitate to the wall eager for more, and the cool metal on
your hips feels good against the warmth. His tongue swirls around your pole
while his smooth lips clasp your meat. His mouth opens and his bottom lip
drags at your cock as he pulls out and then his lips close around your
head.

Both your hands are above you hanging on the top of the stall like you're
being arrested. A thrill. A light switches on from somewhere, but his wet
mouth strokes your cock, and the light is off again. He sets a rythym, and
you match it. Your hips start banging into the stall and then you hold them
there. He chokes on your girth, and you bang again. Pants unzip. The guy in
the stall pauses, and then sets back to work. His saliva lubing you up. It
feels tight and slippery. Grunts escape you. You are an animal. He needs to
hurt. He is a dirty motherfucker, sucking you off in this shithole.

A draft of humid air again, this time somewhere unexpected. You maintain
your rythym, but turn your head a bit. A strong body from behind hurls
itself against you so that you are sandwiched between his hips and the
wall. You struggle, but he is stronger. His arms wrap around yours and his
legs kick yours open. His tongue probes your ear. You gasp. You feel his
cock in between your globes. It's thick. A hand grabs your ankle and its
shadow crawls underneath the stall. The cock is rimming your ass now. The
shadow becomes a man and that man pulls at your shoes. The animal behind
you yanks at your hips and your torso falls, so that you are bent over,
powerless.

Your shoes are off and then your pants and then the man is licking your
feet. It feels weird, but good. The beast behind you forces you to bend
further and spits at your crack. His hand smothers your hole, his finger
pierces deep. Moan. The man sucking your big toe moans too. His tongue
gropes at your sole, and then his lips suck your ankle. His head is in
between your spread legs. Two fingers. Hairs caress hairs, higher and
higher. Spit. Finger. Two. Fuck!

His thick cock curves into you and it hurts. It keeps pushing. It fucking
hurts. Get it out! He thrusts and is inside you completely. Whole. THe guy
sucks at the hair of your balls. They shrivel in delight. He backs out and
thrusts again, and again. His hole cups your balls and his tongue swirls
them active. Your cock is hard as a fucking rock. "Get your dirty ass on my
cock" He complies. His mouth is tight and warm and yours. His cock is deep
in you and he presses against your body. His arm crosses your chest from
underneath and grabs your throat. He is in control. His grip is tight. You
are his. You can't breath. His bicep bulges into your ribs. His tongue is
deep in your ear, wetting it with his spit. He thrusts harder. His mouth
sucks to a beat. Your meat is throbbing raw. Your hole is raw. His hand
moves from your throat to your mouth. Moans escape. He grunts. His fingers
forced down your throat. Tastes like metal blossoming. You wrestle his
fingers with your tongue. They are strong. You submit.

Sweat from his body drips onto yours, and yours onto the man at your
cock. Your musk forces him to want you. He goes deeper on your cock, and
your balls lift in ecstasy. The wave grows and raises and the levy has
broken. Your man seed has awakened, and you feed him. Your seed is
flowing. The cock inside you massages from the inside out and you shoot
down his dirty throat. He gulps and gags at the salty, savory taste of your
cum. You like it when he gags, but you can't breathe.

He is on top with a fist down your throat. The sweat trickles down your
hairy legs and tickles. Your hairless, plump ass is swollen. He pounds it
with his raging cock. A monster reigning terror on your body. He opens you,
and you are at his pleasure. Your knees buckle in exhaustion and the man
under becomes a shadow. It reaches upward and a moan comes from the beast
behind. Your hand reaches up and finds brow and beard. He is hot. He is
inside you from top and bottom. He is shuddering. He clamps every part of
you. You feel the warmth of his embrace and of his cum caressing your
insides as he feeds you his seed. Grunt.

You will miss him.

He releases you and you collapse onto the dirty, grungy floor. The shadow
is gone. The beard is gone. The only thing left is the faint odor of
chlorine and urine, and the musk of the men.