Date: Wed, 23 Oct 2002 08:55:06 -0400
From: Mike Kliewer <bearly1dawg@hotmail.com>
Subject: Trucker's Load - Part 8

Trucker's Load  - Part 8
By Michael Kliewer
Bearly1dawg@hotmail.com

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After my man packed weekend with my Dad and his poker buddies, life at
college seemed rather dull.  Sure there were all kinds of hot guys walking
around, but I was still pretty much "undercover" on campus.  Although I
finally accepted being gay, and craving cock, I still maintained a pretty
"straight" life.  Other than finding the occasional glory hole in the
bathrooms, I didn't play at school.

Living at the dorm you got to see all kinds of guys in their underwear, or
less.  The showers were communal so depending on the time of day, the sights
could be pretty inviting.  I checked out my share of cock and ass, and have
to admit would love to have swung on a couple of guys. Life on campus did
give me ample opportunities, like the usual parties at the frat houses, and
the occasional dorm room.  There were a couple of guys I knew from the
football team that I would have loved to connect with, but they usually hung
together, or had a million girls hanging on them.  Two of the guys were
exceptionally hot. Ryan was built big, with broad shoulders, shaved head,
brooding eyes, and an ass that looked like to bowling balls fighting.  When
he walked across the quad in his sweats, you could see his cheeks work
independently in his pants.  I couldn't help but stare as he bent over;
there was always a sweat stain down the crack of his ass.  I imagined my
face licking that sweat, but would spring a boner every time.  The other guy
was Brad.  He was the kicker on the team.  He was built nicely, but not like
Ryan.  His stature was a bit smaller, the legs leaner, but the whole package
looked good in jeans.  He always wore t-shirts that clung to his upper body,
and defined his muscles.  His jeans fit tight, unlike most guys who wore
their jeans half way down their non-existent asses.

Brad was apparently from Nordic stock, as he was tall, strikingly blonde,
and with the clearest blue eyes I had ever seen.  He joked constantly and
seemed to always have a group of people around him.  Both these guys were in
my chemistry class, so there was a daily visit I could rely on.  Neither one
was exceptionally in tuned to science, so I was volunteered to tutor them in
order to keep them on the team.  The study sessions were uneventful, but I
got my daily dose of testosterone, and horseplay.  Always having been
athletically minded, the camaraderie was nice.  The two guys actually were
not dumb, just had other priorities in their head, and they appreciated the
special attention another jock paid them.  Funny how jocks tend to gravitate
to other jocks, and that sense of masculinity that invades the space.  There
is a subtle connection there that you only find with like-minded guys.

After an exceptionally long tutoring session, I decided to head back to my
dorm from their frat house.  They both had done well, and I thought they
were adequately prepared for the exams coming up.  They both joked that if
they passed, they would hold a special party in my honor there at that
house, and would invite other members of the team along.  That got my dick
to stirring at the mere mention of it.  I hoped I had not let on too much
how sexy I thought they both were, but had noticed the occasional hard on
under those nylon shorts they always wore.  I told them that would be a
great celebration, but they first had to pass the exam.  As I walked back
across the quad, I felt the nagging urge to visit one of the campuses
notorious glory holes.  After staring at those two major slabs of meat for
hours, I was definitely horny.  The bathroom that seemed to be the most used
was the one in the communications building.

I don't think many people outside of the communications majors really knew
there was a restroom on the ground floor near the radio station offices.  It
is a bit out of the way, and that perhaps made it the best one for discrete
campus action.  I don't know how active it had been recently, as there was
major construction being done on that part of the building.  Apparently some
philanthropist had donated some cash and wanted the renovations done in his
name.  I did remember kicking myself for not being a communications major
during the renovation.  From what I could tell the guys working the site
were all hot!  I didn't really think there would be much going on, but
figured it wouldn't hurt to check out what the scene was.

As you walked in you were immediately confronted with the walls of the
stalls.  They blocked the view of the urinals on the other side.  From what
I gathered this place could be well worth your time, and if someone walked
in you had a few seconds to compose yourself.  I walked to the second of the
two stalls nearest the urinals.  Inside I noticed that not only was there a
glory hole cut on the side by the urinals, but there was one cut in between
the stalls.  I decided to take my place in the second stall, and if nothing
else I could beat off to the fantasies I had been having over Ryan and Brad.
  I slid my track pants down over my legs, and settled in comfortably.
Taking my already hard and leaking cock in hand, I closed my eyes and began
to visualize Ryan and Brad naked in the showers.  The thought of hot, steamy
water cascading down their hard muscles, made my hard muscle twitch.

Not long after I started into my deliberations, I heard the door creak open.
  Startled, I adjusted myself and waited to see who it was.  Looking through
the hole cut into the wall nearest the urinals, I noticed a hot looking guy
in jeans.  Looking down from his waste I noticed him wearing work boots that
had seen better days.  Scanning my way up I saw a tight bubble butt packed
into equally tight jeans.  The guy had muscular forearms, which were covered
in a thick thatch of black hair.  The guy spread his legs as if about to
lift a heavy weight, unzipped his fly, and digging into his pants, hauled
out a thick piece of meat.  I could not really get a good look at the upper
body on this guy, but from what I could tell he was well put together.
Obviously one of the construction workers had taken a break, and I was in
full view of his activities.

I couldn't help but continue to stare at the thick slab of dick this guy
had.  I noticed he stroked his cock a few times, and then an arch of hot
yellow piss streamed out of that hose.  I had only recently come to enjoy
the rewards of water sports, and to see this guy's hot juice shoot out into
the urinal got my juices flowing.  I was not sure he was aware of my
presence, but his body language indicated he did.  I guess he was a bit of
an exhibitionist, because instead of hold his cock, he put his hands on his
hips, thrust his hips out and let his cock look like a fountain in Venice.
I thought the flow would never stop as copious amounts of hot piss flowed.
Then he did something that I thought strange. He took his fingers, clamped
down on the head and stopped his flow.  Just like you would a garden hose to
stop the water.  He casually walked up to the hole, stuck his thick cock in
and said in a husky voice, "Drink it buddy, you know you want it!

Indeed I did. I quickly clamped my lips around the thick cock head, and
waited.  He unclamped his fingers, and a rush of hot liquid filled my mouth.
  I quickly swallowed as fast as I could to get every drop.  The aroma of
his sweaty crotch wafted up to my nostrils as I took in a deep breath of
him.  His golden flow started to slow, and I not wanting to waste any I
pushed my face into his pubes.  I could feel his piss rush down my throat as
I held myself deep on his cock.  As the flow trickled off, I began in
earnest to suck his thick cock.  Flaccid as it went it, it quickly grew
harder.  "Yeah buddy, suck that piece of meat, give me some good head".  I
slid off the toilet and onto the floor so that I could get a better angle on
his dick.  The taste of salt, sweat, and piss came across my eager tongue as
I sucked him deep into my throat.  The guys held onto the top of the stall,
as he began to fuck the hole.  I felt his thick cock slide between my lips
and enjoyed his flavor.

I stroked my cock while sucking this hefty tube steak.  I wanted it to shoot
hot loads of cum into my hungry throat.  I started to feel him pull away,
and as eager as I was, I tried to pull hold on to it with my lips.  My heart
sank as I thought he was going to leave. But instead he motioned for me to
come join him out in the main area.  I pulled up my track pants, opened the
door, and was confronted with a hot specimen of man hood.  His thick cock
only suggested a Mediterranean heritage, but full face, he was a Greek god.
His hairy forearms, were just a prelude to the thick pelt of hair he had on
his chest, and face.  Dark, curly hair sprouted up to his neck, and filled
his face.  His dark eyes were liquid, and intense.  The hair on his head was
cut close to the scalp, which really set the picture.  He leaned back
against the urinal, his jeans now pushed down to the tops of his work boots.
  In his hand he was stroking his fat cock, teasing me with it.  "Come on
buddy, finish this horny construction worker off, I need to get back to
work."

Eager to get that cock back into my mouth I fell to my knees in front of
him.  I grabbed his cock and stared at it.  The head was slick and wet from
my spit, and the shaft shiny.  His balls were huge eggs, hanging down like
pendulums.  The same thick, curly black hair covered his sac, and I wanted
to get closer.  Pulling his cock up, I dove into his crotch area.  I took a
long hard sniff of his scent, and could tell he had been working hard.  The
smell of man, piss, sweat, and funk were like poppers to me.  My dick leaked
like a faucet.  I set to work on those balls, and could taste perhaps the
faintest residue of come as well.  I sucked each egg into my mouth and
lavished it with a good tongue bath.  I tried to stick both in, but my mouth
just wasn't wide enough.  Taking a chance I lifted his ball sac, and licked
the area between his ass and balls.  I got a loud moan out him from that.

Not wanting to linger too long, I pulled back to his cock and drove it deep
into my throat.  My mouth filled with saliva as a hungry dog would to a pork
chop. I sucked his cock hard and long.  Taking my tongue along the under
side of the shaft as I came up, and biting slightly on the way down.  Once
fully lodged in my throat I started to bite the base.  This sent the man
into over drive.  Grabbing the back of my head, he began to fuck my mouth
hard.  I braced myself and allowed the assault.  Faster and harder he would
drive his steal hard cock into my throat. At some points I would almost gag
and then he would pull back again. Over and over again he thrust his cock
deep into my throat muscles and my lips clamped down around the shaft.
"FUCK!" was all I heard and I could feel his cock expand just a bit more.
Suddenly shots of hot cum coated my throat and I swallowed mightily.  Lob
after lob of host man juice filled my mouth and I could taste its salt
flavor.  Just when I thought he would never finish, I could feel his cock
make its slow surrender.  Deflating, he pulled his cock out of my mouth.  I
looked into his eyes, and could see deep satisfaction there.  He smiled a
brilliant smile, and said, "Thanks man, I needed that".

Pulling myself back up to my feet, I tried to hide my hard cock. "Looks like
you need servicing too bud, but unfortunately I need to get back to work".
And with that, he kissed me hard, and let his tongue explore my mouth.  He
left, and I was now hornier than when I came in, but had a nice belly full
of hot cum.  But now was even more frustrated.  Figuring my chances were
good for another load, I went back to my previous position in the stall, and
waited.  Luckily for me I didn't have to wait long.  Shortly after taking
things back in hand; the door to the bathroom creaked open again.  I peered
eagerly through the glory hole to see who had come in.  There standing at
the urinals was one of the objects of my fantasies - Brad!  I couldn't
believe my luck.  I was actually going to get to see just how hung this stud
bull was.  He was still wearing his nylon shorts, and his muscle shirt.  He
took position at the far urinal, and hauled out his cock and balls.  His
balls were just as big as the construction workers, and his cock just as
thick.  He stood for a few moments, stroking his cock, and it was getting
harder.  I couldn't believe my eyes.




Then I noticed he bent slightly to see if someone was in the stalls, but of
course he couldn't tell it was me.  Being a bit bolder, he pushed his nylon
shorts to his ankles and stepped out of them.  Then he hung the shorts on
the urinals handle, and leaned back against the wall.  He was giving me a
show.  He spread his legs, and squatted slightly in order to give me a
better view.  He began fondling, and pulling on his ball sack, stretching
the skin as far as it would go.  With the other hand he was stroking his
still growing prick.  He would take his hand and shove it between his legs,
and into the crack of his hairy muscle butt.  He would close his eyes, as he
pleasured himself.  The site of this exhibition was exhilarating, and I
stroked my cock furiously.  I wanted him, and wanted him now.  I stuck my
finger through the hole to indicate my interest, but he made no move to come
closer.  I guess my signal spurred him and he began to get more into it.  He
turned around and showed me his hairy muscled butt.  He then spread his
cheeks to show me his tight puckered hole.  I so wanted to eat that hole!

Brad then slid a finger into his mouth, and then shoved it into his hot
hole.  I could tell he was enjoying himself, as he pushed back against his
hand.  He slid his index finger in and out of that hot jock butt.  Brad then
removed his finger and stuck it back into his mouth, sucking the digit like
a cock.  I decided at that point that maybe what Brad wanted was to service
me, rather than me him.  I stood up, and slid my hard, precum dripping cock
through the hole.  Brad stood there stroking his cock for just and instant,
and then got down on his hands and knees. He crawled like a jungle cat
across the cold tile floor. Licking his lips like an animal stalking his
prey.  Each step closer his hunger grew.  He reached up and took my cock in
hand and began to slowly stroke it.  He took his tongue and lightly licked
the precum off the tip of my cock.  He ran his rough tongue along the
underbelly of my dick and down to my balls.  His touch was so gentle and
passionate I thought I would blow my wad just then.

I felt his hot breath on my cock head before I felt his lips.  The big
football player took only my mushroomed head into his mouth and lavished it
with tongue swipes.  He was sucking as much of my precum into his mouth as
he could.  He then pushed down on the shaft slowly, tenderly, almost
reverently.  He was making love to my dick.  Brad then swallowed my dick
whole, and I could feel my cock head pass across his tonsils.  He sucked
slowly and deliberately, making his movements in earnest.  Brad started to
pick up his pace and truly suck my dick.  He was hungry for cock and I could
tell.  The feelings inside me were boiling over with lust.  The thought of
this ultra macho stud, sucking my cock like a hungry animal was thrilling.
I began to fuck his throat, just like the construction worker had done mine.
  I wanted to fill his mouth with my cum. I wanted to know he would have
that intimate part of me inside him at the next game.  Just then the door
opened.

I did not attempt to pull my dick back, and Brad seemed less concerned about
than I. He continued to suck on my cock, which at the moment was starting to
go down.  I then felt him move off my cock, and another pair of lips wrap
themselves around my shaft.  The other guy was just as adept at cock
sucking, and my dick came back to life with a vengeance.  This new guy was
just as hungry, and it seemed just as horny.  I was dying to know who the
new guy was.  I pulled my cock back, and bent over to peek through the hole,
and there in view, was Ryan wiping the spit from around his mouth, and
grinning.  I opened the door to the stall and walked out into the man space.
  Both jocks had their pants off, and smiling at me.  Brad was the first to
speak, "Didn't know it was you in there until I noticed your shoes, dude"
"I have been staring at your crotch since you have been tutoring us, and
have always noticed those black Sketchers you wear, with the laces double
knotted" I just laughed.  "Well since we all are here, why don't we get down
to business?"  I quickly pushed my pants off, and was standing fully erect
in front of the two jocks.  Ryan got back to working on my cock, and Brad
started to work on my ass.

As Brad spread my cheeks I could feel his tongue lapping at the fine hairs.
He was definitely ready to eat my hole.  Ryan was busily sucking my cock,
and working his thick, beer canned cock up.  The sight of these two macho
guys going at it like pigs in the men's room was hot.  I wanted to enjoy
both these guys and taste their funk.  Ryan and Brad knew all the right
buttons to push to get me going.  I was moaning so loud, I was sure the Dean
could hear me.  But as nice as it was to be worked over, I didn't want to
cum too soon.  I pulled my cock out of Ryan's hot mouth and told him to lean
up against the urinal so I could get at his dick.  He complied willingly.  I
moved between those tree trunk thighs and nuzzled his balls sack, licking
the underside and sucking in his balls.  I sniffed, and licked all around
his hairy crotch and rubbed his man scent on my face.  I loved the smell of
a real man, one who smelled clean and yet funky at the same time.  Ryan
started to hit my face with his cock, taunting me, telling me how much I
needed his dick.  Brad had maneuvered his way onto his back and under me at
this point.  He was still licking my hole, sucking my balls, and my cock.

I got to work on that beer can size cock of Ryan's that spread my mouth
wide.  I could hardly get it all in, but tried my damndest.  I wanted to
feel that thing choke me with its size.  The smell of the urinal beneath him
set the tone for the whole scene.  I love bathroom sex, and with two hot
muscle jocks, it makes it even more enticing.  I wanted to eat Ryan's big
bubble butt too, and made him turn around and spread his cheeks.  There is
nothing like seeing a well-formed ass in front of you, waiting to be
worshipped, and eaten.  Better yet, worshipped, eaten and fucked.  I dove
into his sweaty, funk filled hole. I could smell his man scent; the most
intimate part of this man was now my desire.  I tongue fucked his hole,
which I noticed had been well worked.  The sphincter was tight, but the area
around seemed to have been stretched well.  I took that clue and ran with
it.  As I tongue fucked his hole, I slid my index finger into it as well.
This got the reaction I anticipated, and he backed up into me.  He loved
having his hole filled, and I was just the guy to do it.

Brad was in heaven underneath me, but I wanted him too.  I told him to bend
over the urinal next to Ryan and I would work them both.  They both smiled
at each other, like to small boys with a secret.  Little did I realize that
this was their favorite scene - the two jocks being worked over by one man.
As I worked at Brads hot hole, I noticed his had been well worked as well,
and from what I could assume, it was with things bigger than a dick.  My
knees were cramping at this point so I stood up.  I moved in behind Ryan
first and with out so much as a "May I", I shoved my cock into his hole.  He
yelled at my intrusion, but did not fight the assault.  I grabbed his full
hips and thrust into his waiting hole.  He pushed his ass back into me and
met my thrust full on. "Yeah fucker, fill my jock hole!"  Brad was still
bent over the other urinal, and I ordered him to stay there, as he was next.
  "Yes SIR!" was his reply.

I fucked Ryan's football player hole for about five minutes, pulled out and
proceeded to plunge into Brad.  Brad spread his cheeks and requested that I
fuck him hard.  I pushed my ass juice slick cock into him and he too met me
at my own game.  Each man's hot tunnel clamped down on my shaft, milking it
for all it was worth.  "Fuck me SIR, I am yours to use" Brad said.  I
slapped his ass cheeks, the sound of which echoed in the space. "You will
speak only when spoken to fucker!" I bellowed.  "Yes SIR, Sorry SIR".  I
fucked this man with hard thrusts, as the sound of our flesh filled the
room.  I pulled back out, and immediately moved back into Ryan's ass.  His
hole was loosed up and I slid in with ease.  He grabbed my ass cheeks and
pulled my cock into him. He was hungry for a man and he wanted me. I fucked
him hard and spanked his ass every time. His bubble butt turned bright pink,
but he only wanted more.  I pulled out of him and plunged back into Brad.
His hole felt so tight and warm, I thought I would shoot.  I didn't need to
come down from this high yet.  I pulled out and demanded that both men work
and clean my cock off. They immediately complied.

Once my heart rate came under control, I had Ryan and Brad assume their
previous positions, only I wanted them to really squat and push their asses
out.  I got on my knees between the two men, and worked Ryan's hole with my
left hand, and Brad's with my right.  I started with two fingers, and worked
them in well.  Both men moaned in sincere pleasure and backed up against my
hand.  I worked in three, and then four, and finally my thumb into each of
their asses.  Their holes stretched against my hands, but I knew I would
feel victory.  I pushed simultaneously and demanded that they take my hands.
  Ryan's ass was the first to yield, and I felt my entire hand slide into
his warm hole. He cried in ecstasy as I filled his cavity.  Brad was a bit
more difficult, but none the less eager. I tried to tighten my hand and
forced my way in.  In a brilliant moment, my other hand slid inside another
jock but and I came!  My dick jerked uncontrollably as volley after volley
of hot white juice spilled on the tile floor.  I was not through though.