Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2001 09:48:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: none <catta9tales@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rest Stop Pickup

4/14/2001

Rest Stop Pickup
by catta9tales@yahoo.com

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Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional and not intended for
minors or those judged unable by law to read this material.  Any
resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental and unintended.

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I'm a coffee fiend.  That means that if I'm around, there's
usually a cup of coffee someplace close by.  This is also
true when I drive.

I was making a relaxed business run from Evansville to
Louisville, up I-64, sipping on my coffee and singing along
with the radio.  I realized that I really needed to take a
wicked piss.  Fortunately, I spotted a rest stop sign just
ahead.  I signaled for the ramp and pulled into the parking
area, almost in front of the building.  The place looked
pretty quiet, a few trucks in the outer lot, but only a
couple of cars in front of the building itself.

I jumped from the van and hurried up the walk.  As I
approached the front door, I noticed a guy sitting on a
picnic table near the door, facing the parking area.  He
was cice looking, about 30 or so, wearing a blue pullover
and very tight jeans.  He sat on the bench, his back
against the edge of the table and arms spread on either
side, his legs spread wide and relaxed.  He nodded and
smiled as I approached, and my eyes couldn't help but
wander down to nicely defined basket that held what must
have been a good-sized package.  When my eye came back to
his face, his smile seemed a little brighter; a little more
knowing.

I hurried into the building and into the men's room,
heading straight toward the center in the row of urinals
along the wall.  But you know how it is when you've been
holding one for a while, I just couldn't get it to let go.
I had barely realized my dilemma when I heard the door open
again and in came the guy from the picnic table.  He
stepped up to the urinal on my left and began a production
of zipping down the tight jeans and digging in the fly for
his cock, kind of working around in there to get ahold of
the thing.  Once he got it out, I could see why he had such
a problem.  He pulled out a huge cock, at least 8 or 9
inches, and managed to pull his balls out with it.  He
glanced over both shoulders as if to see that we were the
only ones there, then placed his hands on his hips and
thrust the cock toward the urinal.  He stepped back
slightly as though he wanted to be sure I could see what
was going on.  In the meantime, my own cock had turned into
steel, further adding to my other problem.

When I glanced back toward him, he was looking at me and
smiling.  He looked down and I saw the cock twitch, then
start up a stream into the bowl.  I guess the sound of
rushing water helped me, as my own cock finally started
releasing it's load, though not without a little urging on
my part.  As he pissed, it looked like his cock
straightened from a gently downsweeping curve to almost
perpendicular to his body.  As the stream dribbled to an
end, he took his cock in his hand and gave it a couple of
shakes, then milked it for a few more golden drops.  He
reached under and gave his balls a little squeeze, which
his cock seemed to enjoy.

He glanced back up at me and smiled again.  I must have had
a silly smirk on my face that told him that I liked what I
was seeing.  He reached for my left hand and took it by the
wrist and guided it toward that magnificent cock.  I didn't
hesitate, but immediately placed my hand around it.  It was
hard as marble and soft as velvet at the same time.  I gave
his cock a couple of slow strokes, and I could feel the
soft skin sliding over the hard veins.  He moaned softly,
his knees bending and hips thrusting with my motions.

We heard the squeak of the door and quickly got our hands
on their proper tools.  A couple of burly truckers entered;
one stepped up to my right, the other headed for a stall.
I had a little difficulty getting my cock back into my
jeans, and by the time I had the zipper up, he was standing
off to the side, all tucked away.  I don't know how he did
it, but I guess you learn a few tricks living with one that
big.  I could see the outline of his whopper pointing
toward his left hip.  It had to be uncomfortable!  He saw
me looking his way and reached down to adjust his package,
smiling at me.  We must have been on the same wavelength.

We stepped outside into the bright sunshine and paused just
passed the front door.  "I have a place we can go," he
growled, his voice a low, sexy rumble.  "You interested?"

I thought for a moment and checked by instincts.
Everything had green lights, and I didn't have a schedule
to keep.  "Sure."

"Friend has a place not too far from the next exit.  I've
been keeping an eye on things while he's away.  I'm in the
red pickup," he said as he pointed to a ruby-red Dodge Ram
parked next to my van.  "Just follow me."

The trip was short, about 15 minutes from the rest stop,
and the place was a patch of wooded acreage with a house in
the middle.  He had to open the gate to the drive and let
us through, then lock it behind us.  The house was cozy and
comfortable looking from the outside, sort of a cabin in
the woods, vacation type place.  We parked at the end of
the long drive and he lead me around to the back of the
house onto a deck.  All around the house were woods.  A
very private place.

He turned and took me in his arms, pressing his lips
roughly against mine.  I was caught completely by surprise,
but only took a moment to catch up and put my arms around
him.  He was much taller that me so I had to look up to
meet his lips.  I felt his tongue press past my lips and
teeth and dart into my mouth, filling it with sweetness.
The roughness of his not too recently shaved face scratched
against my cheek.  His body pressed against me until I
could feel the hard buds of his nipples pressing into my
chest.  The combination of these sensations sent a flood of
heat to my crotch and caused my cock to swell and strain
against my zipper.  Our tongues battling in our mouths and
the friction of our bodies rubbing together raised a most
delicious heat.

After a few moments of this, he stepped back and released
me.  He had a playful smile, but his eyes had hardened,
perhaps with lust.  "You look like the type that would be
good at following orders," he said, a slightly menacing
tone in his voice.

I felt a tension come to my stomach.  "What do you mean?" I
asked nervously.

"I mean I want you to do exactly what I tell you."  This
time his smile was a little more forceful.

"Wait a minute!" I started to say, but he took me in his
arms again and began kissing me, roughly, but lustfully.  I
felt the heat turn up in my crotch.

He stepped away again.  "Pull off your shirt."  He watched
as I pulled my shirt over my head.  He reached out and
grabbed a nipple and began pinching gently.  I felt my
knees weaken and my cock jump in my jeans.  He pulled his
shirt off over his head, exposing a delicious pair of
nipples.  "Suck my nipples."  I leaned over and took the
right one in my mouth and began sucking it like a baby on a
tit.  My nose was close to his armpit, and I could smell
the erotic combination of clean man sweat and a musky-
citrus smell of deodorant.  He moaned as I sucked harder.
I reached up and began gently pinching the other nipple,
then switched, sucking the left and pinching the right.
"Harder," he moaned, "Bite it!"  I took the nipple gently
in my teeth, gently nibbling as I flicked my tongue across
the tip of it.  My other hand was stroking his stomach,
cupping his ass and stroking his thighs.  I was
deliberately not touching his cock or balls, but rubbing
the flesh on the inside through the material of his jeans.

He grabbed me by the shoulders and started backing us
toward a chaise lounge behind him until we were straddling
the leg rest.  He sat down and pulled me down with him, so
that he was laying back on the lounge and I was seated
facing him.  He pulled me closer as he raised his legs
until our crotches were almost touching, then rested his
legs on my thighs.  He pulled my head back down to his
chest.  "Keep sucking," he ordered.

Our crotches were pressed together and he began rocking,
rubbing my cock against his balls.  After a minute of this,
he pushed me away.  "Take the rest of your clothes off."  I
stood up and began unbuckling my belt, all the time
watching him watching me.  I had to step to the side of the
lounge to kick off my shoes and socks and pull off my
pants.  His eyes lit when he saw I was wearing a pair of
charcoal-colored jockeys, my cock tenting them out and
precum leaving a dark spot in the front.  "Leave your
underwear on."  I laid my pants aside and started to resume
my position, but was stopped by his foot on my chest.
"Pull my shoes and socks off."   I pulled his shoe and sock
off, and he offered me the other foot, which I complied.
As I pulled the sock off, his foot slipped down to my
crotch and his long toes began digging into my cock.  I
grabbed his ankle and held it in place, pressing my cock
against the sole of his foot.

Then he pulled away.  "Now the pants."  I sat down in front
of him and began unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning the waist
of his jeans, then pulling down the zipper.  A hairy bush
appeared; no underwear to contain it, and then the root of
that fantastic cock leading off to the left.  He grabbed my
wrists to stop me, then motioned me forward.  As I leaned,
he reached behind my head and forced it down to his crotch.
"Get it out with your mouth."  I started rooting in his
crotch like a pig after truffles.  His hands returned to my
wrists and placed my hands on his nipples.  I understood
that I was supposed to play with them at the same time.  I
could see the end of his cock tucked under the left side of
his jeans by the outline of the semi-hard flesh and the
dark stain of precum.  I began working my tongue under his
cock, trying to lever it out, but the jeans were almost too
tight, pinning the growing head against his thigh.  I
worked my nose up along the underside, trying to push the
jeans away as my tongue, dug for purchase.  Finally his
cock broke free, slapping me in the face as it fairly
leaped from his fly.  Unable to resist, my tongue darted
down to the root and stroked from his balls to the bright
red crown, pausing only to clean the precum that glistened
on the head.  I heard him moan again and thrust his hips,
pushing the cockhead into my mouth.  I sucked eagerly,
taking in about half of it before it hit the back of my
throat.  I gave it a couple of strokes before he stopped me
again.  "Finish taking my pants off."  I stood as he lifted
his hips and I eased the jeans down as far as I could.  He
brought his legs together and I pulled them off, catching a
glimpse of his asshole as he pulled his legs out of the
jeans.  Now he sat there in a similar position to what I
saw him on the picnic table at the rest stop.

He motioned me back down, but as I sat, he raised his knees
to his chest.  "Eat my ass."

"No, I'm sorry, I don't do that," I replied, shaking my
head.  Suddenly I found my head in a scissors lock, his
long legs holding me almost motionless.  "Yes, you will."
He released me and stood quickly, pushing me back on the
lounge until he stood over me.  "Stay like that," he
ordered, then stepped over me so he could turn and face the
other way.  Stunned, I just lay there, not sure what to do.
He quickly sat on my chest, trapping my arms at my sides.
He grabbed my wrists then lifted his ass over my face.
"Eat it," he ordered again, and began lowering his hairy
asshole toward my face.  I knew that if I didn't comply, he
could easily smother me.  I met him part way, gingerly
reaching out with my tongue to flick at his hole.  He
froze, so I did it again.  "That's better," he encouraged.
"Mind me and we'll get along just fine."

I expected his ass to smell, but it was squeaky clean,
smelling only faintly of a musky man-scent and soap.  At
least he was considerate.  I dug in with a little more
force, causing him to moan and his pucker to flex.  He
released my hands, and I felt him stroking my cock, then
felt the hot wetness of his mouth descend on it.  The lust
that flared up in me make me lick harder at his asshole,
and I could hear and feel his moans as his ass clenched in
pleasure.  I felt between his legs and his cock was like a
steel rod, the head wet and dripping with precum.  I gave
him a couple of stokes and his hips bucked in response.

We went on like this for a few minutes, his mouth bringing
me to the edge, which he seemed to sense, since he would
slow his attentions until my lust was pulled back from the
edge.  His ass rose and he stepped over me.  He reached
into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small tube of
lube.  "Stand up." he ordered.  I stood at the end of the
lounge, facing it.  "Take off your underwear."  I eased the
waistband over my hips and let them drop to the deck, then
kicked them over toward my pants.  I looked back to him
expectantly, and he was staring at my cock, licking his
lips.  "Turn around."  I turned to face the end of the
lounge.  "Now, lay face down on the chair."

"What are you going to do?" I asked, an inkling of his
intentions giving me a thrill of fear in my crotch.

He stepped behind me and pressed me toward the lounge.  I
was forced to my knees to keep from falling, then he
followed me down, pressing me face down into the seat and
pushing my hard cock between the webbing.  He sat on my
thighs and I felt something cold against the crack of my
ass.

"No," I said, suddenly panicked.  "I can't take that cock!
It's too big!"  I tried to raise myself off of the chair,
but his hands pressed against my lower back, holding me in
place.  "Just lay there and be quiet.  You'll like it, I
promise."  I felt his long fingers working into the crack
of my ass and a single finger gently probing my asshole.
At first it balked at the invasion, but I forced myself to
relax, knowing that fighting it would only make it hurt
worse.  He kept sliding in and out, occasionally pausing to
add more of the lube.  Fortunately, my cock was not trapped
beneath me, since his gentle intrusion was causing my cock
to go harder than I thought possible.  Each time the long
finger pressed against my prostate, I could almost feel the
precum pouring from my cockhead.

Soon he was using two fingers, then three.  He had relaxed
the pressure on my back, and had lifted his ass and allowed
me to spread my legs more.  His balls were hanging between
my thighs, brushing them as his motions caused them to sway
from side to side.  His cockhead rested in the space
between my balls and my ass, rubbing it gently with the
same motions.  By this point I was gripping the sides of
the chair for dear life, anxious yet afraid for what would
come next.  I heard him drop the bottle of lube to the
deck, then shift his body forward slightly.  The head of
his cock pressed against my relaxed asshole, like a
battering ram pausing before storming the gates.  I felt
the huge head press and gain fairly easy entrance, and he
paused again, giving me a change to get used to the
feeling.  There was no pain, just the familiar sensation of
fullness.

He pressed in further, and I could almost feel his cock
filling my ass, especially as it passed over my prostate.
My cock gave a lurch, and I could imagine the precum
drooling to the deck below us.  I felt the curly hairs of
his bush against my ass cheeks at the same time as I felt
his balls resting against mine.  He was in to the hilt, but
there was no pain, only the full, hot feeling of cock.  He
paused again for only a moment then began rocking slightly,
moving his cock in and out, only an inch at a time.  I felt
him lift up, his cock angling down more toward my cock as
he completely freed my legs.  I spread my legs further and
let my feet drop to the deck; I wanted him deeper in me.
He put his hands on my hips and gave me a tug, indicating I
was to stand myself.  We juggled around until I had my feet
planted on either side of the lounge, supporting myself in
the seat with my elbows and my ass in the air.  He reached
under and began tweaking my right nipple, pinching and
twisting it.  I moaned from the volley of sensations from
different parts of my body.  "Fuck me," I moaned.  "Fuck me
harder!  I want that cock all the way to my belly!"

He began thrusting harder, his thighs slapping into mine,
his balls rocking against my balls.  His strokes became
deeper and longer, his hips churning faster.  I reached
under and stroked my straining cock, hard to the point of
being painful.  All the sudden I could feel the cum boiling
in my balls, and two strokes later it spewed from my cock
like a firehose as wave after wave of orgasm rocked me and
my vision grayed out for a moment.  I couldn't remember
cumming this hard in my life!  I could feel my ass
clenching with each wave, and he moaned louder each time
that my asshole squeezed his pounding cock.  He suddenly
slammed into me, holding his cock deep in my gut as I could
imagine feeling the scalding cum gush into my bowels.  His
body shook with spasm after spasm.  As the eruption
subsided, I felt him sag against me, and we both fell to
the seat of the lounge, his hot sweaty body resting on
mine, and his cock still planted firmly in my ass.  We lay
like that for several minutes, both of us gasping like fish
out of water.  I felt him shift carefully and his cock slid
slowing from my ravaged ass.  Boy, was I gonna be sore
tomorrow, I thought to myself, smiling with exhaustion and
satisfaction.

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