Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2005 16:58:53 -0700 From: roverzone@mac.com Subject: LONG DRIVE (gay/urination) WARNING: This story features sex between men. Don't read it if you're underage or are offended by such stuff. LONG DRIVE By Rover 2005 I've been driving for hours on the 5. No traffic. Cruise control on 75. Tunes cranked up. Stroking my cock most of the time. I'm wearing easy-access shorts and my hard cock is poking out the fly and pointing straight up at my beard. I spit a wad in my paw and stroke my meat, long juicy strokes, hoping some passing trucker will enjoy the view. I visualize some big sweaty trucker sitting on my face, spreading his hairy cheeks, making me smell and taste his hole, then I dive in and tongue every bit of his soft, tangy ass flesh, going deeper as he relaxes, feeling him throb his ass ring around my happy tongue, feeling him shudder as he ... Fuck! Good thing there's grooves on the freeway shoulder to keep perverts like me on the road. Gotta piss. Could piss in this empty Gatorade bottle, or pull over. No, there's a rest stop a ways up. I've been there many times. Good memories there, of men who go in for a piss and end up squirting a hot fuckin' load of juice. I love that about men. Horny fuckers. So now I gotta piss and I'm harder than fuck. I've been wanting to cum for an hour but I figure I might as well make it last, right? So I stop stroking my bone, and as it deflates a little, I feel that pleasant sensation that tells me I'm leaking pre-cum big-time. I swipe the back of my hand across my cockhead and scoop the puddle onto my tongue. Fuck, that's sweet. Now I'm hornier than ever. There's the exit for the rest stop. Parking lot's empty except for one truck. I feel a surge of adrenaline. Maybe I'll get lucky? I shut off my engine and get out of my pickup. Jesus, good thing nobody's around to see my fucking eight inches sticking straight out the fly of my shorts. I gotta piss like a stallion and my bone's not going to go away, so I tuck my hard-on up into the elastic waistband and run for the restroom. I could just take a whiz on the pavement, but I don't want to waste it if there's a hot trucker in there who might be up for a little action. On the other hand, I don't want to be too obvious in case it's some jerk to wants to crack my skull open. I walk in. He's at one of the two urinals. Big guy, big grizzly copper-colored beard, just my type. Fuck yeah! I sure hope he wants to play. He hears me walk in and turns to check me out. I smile. He doesn't change expression, just looks back down at his dick. I step up next to him and release my monster. Splash - my powerful spray hits the water loudly, which I do on purpose. I glance at the trucker. He's still looking down at his dick. Damn! I wish he'd glance over and check out my meat. So I'm pissing for what seems like about five minutes, giving my cock some slow strokes, thinking I'm striking out with this guy. Then I hear him make a little noise. Ahhh, just a loud breath, like a sigh. "Feels good, yeah?" I ask him. He turns and looks me in the eye. His gaze is mellow, relaxed. Not what I was expecting. He looks at me more intently for a moment. Then a little smirk appears. "Feels great," he says, and leans back a couple inches from the urinal. JEEZUS FUCKING CHRIST, he's stroking a giant hard-on the size of a club! Big knobby mushroom on the end, big throbbing foreskin sliding back and forth. He shows it to me, continuing his long, twisting strokes, obviously lost in his own little world of pleasure. I drink him in for a moment. Damn this fucker's hot! I sink to my knees without a word. I slide about half of his cock into my mouth. Oh fuck! My lucky day. I slobber all over his mushroom and work my mouth around so his knob's covered with juicy spit. I can taste his precum, oh yeah! I'm in cocksucker heaven. He puts his hands on the back of my head as I pull back his 'skin and plunge his whole damn club into my throat and clamp my mouth flesh down on him. "AWWWFUUUCKKKK," he moans. I grab his hips and slide half his cock out of my mouth so I can catch my breath. Then I start sucking off this beautiful trucker. I close my eyes and devour him. I want this to be the best head this guy's ever received. I want him to think I'm the best cocksucker he'll ever have. I use my hands on his hips to guide him in and out of my mouth. I slurp. I moan. I deep throat. I lavish his monster meat with the juiciest blow-job I've ever given. He's lost in a sort of trance. He staggers back a step. My mouth hangs open, my tongue out, flattened and rounded in the shape of his meat, as if the two pieces of flesh were made to fit together. I want him to plunge that fucker right down my throat again. I look up at him, showing him the desire in my eyes. Psssh! His stream of piss hits me right on the tongue. Fuck! Didn't expect that, but I'm not going to complain. Hot fucking load of piss! I close my mouth and swallow. Mmm, fine stuff. He's pissing on my face. It drenches my beard and splashes all over me. I lean back, allowing his hot stream to wet my shirt, my shorts, my skin. I don't give a damn. I want to swim in this man's beautiful hot piss. I open my mouth again, and he feeds me, until his stream finally subsides. I lean forward to suck out the last few drops. He turns towards the urinals and grabs his unbuttoned jeans, pushing them down to his thighs, suddenly revealing his ass. Man, I thought I was in heaven before! Big hard cheeks covered with swirling copper fur, the swirls disappearing into the most inviting crack I've ever had in front of me. The trucker spreads his legs and rests his arms against the top of the urinal, leaning his weight forward, dropping his head, and pushing his hips out towards me. He's not a talker. But who needs talk? I slide forward on my knees so that my face is right where it needs to be. I caress his cheeks and then spread them, revealing the new center of my universe. I press my nose into his puckering anus, close my eyes, and inhale him. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. Sweaty, funky, but not dirty - just the way I like 'em. I flatten my tongue and give him a slow, broad, wet swipe starting at his perineum, then up across his hole, to the top of his crack. He moans the whole time - I guess this is what he had in mind. Well, if he thought I was a good cocksucker, wait till he gets the best butt-munch of his entire fucking life. I massage his asshole with my tongue and lips until he is quivering, gyrating, pushing his ass ring into my mouth for more. His chute is gently opening and contracting around my tongue, pulling it in deeper. I suck his asshole gently into my mouth, lavishing it with lust, while my tongue circles around inside him, driving him to open up further, pushing his ass further into my mouth. Fuck yeah! Sit down on me, man! Fuckin sit right down in my mouth! The trucker's moaning and sighing. But after about twenty minutes of world-class rimming, my knees are starting to complain. I reluctantly withdraw my face from that prize-winning butthole and rise to my feet, a little shaky. "Fuck me," whispers the trucker. He is still floating on the pleasure cloud, leaning against the urinal wall with his head down. My cock has been neglected this past half-hour, but is still sticking straight out from my fly and leaking like crazy. I spit in my hand, juice up my cock, and push the head at his butthole. To my astonishment, my trucker pushes himself away from the wall, opening his hole and impaling himself on my hard-on. Wham! I am in him to the hilt. His muscles clamp down on my dick like a fist, squeezing me, then letting go, then squeezing again. I can feel his muscular chute rippling along the length of my cock, as if he's jacking me off with his ass. JEEZUS, this fucker's talented. He's stroking me off with his ass muscles. I begin pumping in and out of him in rhythm to his internal gyrations. God, what an amazing fuck! I enter his trance, and we drift off to a limbo where our bodies are joined into one pulsating, undulating, sweating, penetrating, roaring beast. Our lust has one voice, a primal, guttural moan that echoes off the concrete walls in waves. The intensity builds. My cock is huge, shuddering, exploding. My balls erupt. I spew my load deep into his fantastic ass, again and again and again, shooting what feels like endless bolts of semen. His ass muscles squeeze and stroke and fist my cock until every drop of my cum is sucked into his horny, hungry hole. We pant, gasping for air. I feel his muscles start to relax around my dick as we gradually return to this physical plane. I slowly slide my cock from inside him, instantly drop to my knees, and place my lips on his quivering, sloppy hole. He shudders. Then I hear him sigh. My tongue slides inside his freshly-fucked ass and he releases my load into my mouth. Yeah, you hot fucker, feed me my sweet fucking cum-load! I slurp and swallow until there is nothing left for me to suck. I kiss his hole fondly and rise to my feet. My trucker turns around. He looks spent, dizzy. He smiles at me faintly, then pulls up his jeans and struggles to button up with shaking hands. I move closer and look into his eyes. They look happy but somehow vacant, like there's a little lost boy inside there. I open my mouth and kiss him. His tongue slides sensuously across mine, slowly searching my mouth for any lingering drop of cum. The taste of his ass and my jizz combine in our delicious kiss. "I need... to... lay down," he murmurs. "I need to hit the road," I reply. "Come with me, to my truck," he asks. I look into his eyes. They're full of longing. I consider my options. I don't want to leave this man, but there's somewhere else I need to be. Fuck! I hate decisions like this.