Date: Wed, 24 Mar 1999 08:45:37 PST
From: DorianX@aol.com
Subject: The Possessed Rest Stop 2

THE POSSESSED REST STOP
by Dorian

PART TWO

	Eddie was alone.
	The sudden disappearance of the stranger had rattled him so that he
had almost snatched up his pants and ran out to the car.  His cock,
however, had other ideas.  He stood in the stall, shaking from head to toe,
but with the most raging hard-on he had ever experienced.  He knew the only
way he was going to be able to drive the rest of the way to the conference
was to shoot a load first.
	Nervously, he sat back down on the toilet and tentatively began to
stroke his cock.  Precum was oozing out of his piss slit in quantities like
never before.  The sensations from jerking off began to calm him down, and
he leaned back a little and increased his pace.
	Eddie had been working so hard the last few weeks getting ready for
the conference that he hadn't devoted as much time as he usually did to
keeping his pecker well exercised.  Ever since he had first discovered
masturbation as an eleven-year-old, he almost always jacked off at least
once a day, sometimes more.  When he was seventeen, and left alone one
weekend, he went on a marathon to see how many times he could get off in
one day, and he had made it to twelve.  After two and a half weeks, jerking
on his rod felt like shaking hands with a long lost friend.  Soon, Eddie
had almost forgotten the man with the never- ending piss, as he flogged his
cock with newfound enthusiasm.
	Eddie paused a moment to admire his cock.  Everyone who had ever
seen it had told him how nice it was.  It was right at seven inches and
pretty thick.  Even though Eddie was circumcised, there was a generous
amount of skin, so when he was hard his shaft could move quite freely.  He
squeezed the folds up over his beautifully flared cockhead and a syrupy
drop of precum flowed out, conveniently lubing his shaft.
	This much precum was a rare treat, and Eddie was really beginning
to enjoy it.  He rubbed it around his sensitive glans, savoring the velvety
sensation.  He stood up in the stall and looked at his cock, jutting out
from his body toward the door.  A big drop quickly formed at the end of his
penis, and after a few seconds it fell to the floor with a loud splat.
Eddie put his palm out under his schlong and caught the next few drops that
formed.  After getting a good amount in his hand, he brought it up to his
mouth and lapped it up slowly.  It almost tasted like honey to Eddie.
	Getting a mouthful of his own cockjuice was driving Eddie wild.
His cock normally hung just a little higher than horizontal when fully
hard, but tonight, it was almost pointing straight up at his face.  He
watched it as it bobbed up and down with his pulse.  Then he sat back down
and started to jerk off in earnest.
	Eddie's fist became a blur as he energetically pounded on his pud.
Precum was still gushing from the mouth of his sex tube, and the little
tiled room echoed with wet smacking sounds.  Eddie threw back his head in
ecstasy and braced himself for his approaching orgasm.  He felt the
tingling of his nuts and the twitching of his asshole that always signaled
shooting his load, and he moved forward on the toilet seat and slid his
feet back toward the wall.  Eddie was enjoying himself so much, he planned
to just cum with abandon on the floor and wipe it up later when he had
recovered.
	Eddie waited for his orgasm to build and take him on over the edge,
but it was taking a little longer than he expected.  He seemed to be
teetering right on the brink of cumming, but somehow stayed there for
several minutes.
	It was delicious agony, and Eddie began to moan out loud.  A light
sweat was forming on his forehead and his face began to flush.  He
quickened his pace even more and with an inner sigh of relief felt his
orgasm begin.  He pointed his cock to the floor and stroked it with longer,
slower strokes and watched for his cum to start firing down at the tile.
	"Ahh," he moaned, as he closed his eyes.  He felt his asshole
convulse and his prostate clinch, but somehow, something didn't seem quite
right.
	He relaxed his grip, stopped his stroking and opened his eyes.  He
looked down at the floor and was struck by what he saw.
	There was nothing there!
	True, his orgasm wasn't as strong as he was expecting it to be, but
surely there should have been a nice sized puddle of cum on the floor.  He
looked closer at the tile, but all he could see was the lone drop of precum
he had let fall earlier.  His gaze went up to his cock, still rigid and
bearing no trace of any thick white globs of jizz.
	Eddie was puzzled.
	"So did I come or what?" he thought to himself.  His hard cock
seemed to answer his question, as it continued leaking down onto his balls,
which were still drawn up tight underneath.
	Eddie sighed and went about finishing what he had started.  He
figured he had just stopped too soon, and surely it wouldn't take much to
build back up to cumming again.
	He gripped his cock and resumed beating off.  He closed his eyes
and recalled the image of the stranger's hose, spewing golden streams of
piss all over the floor.  Eddie pictured himself naked in front of the man,
receiving a warm shower across his chest from that guy's beautiful piss
pump.
	The fantasy seemed to help, and Eddie was ready to cum again.  He
opened his eyes and watched carefully as he moved forward on the seat,
without slowing his pace.  He wanted to make sure he was really going to
get off this time.  His orgasm built to an even higher threshold, and knew
he was going to blow a big load now.
	Eddie gritted his teeth and looked down at his cock as he began to
cum.  He couldn't believe his eyes!  His body was shaking as he felt the
waves of pleasure coming from his groin, but nothing was coming out of his
penis.
	"This is crazy!" he thought.  "I haven't gotten off in two and a
half weeks!  Surely there should be SOMETHING shooting out."
	Eddie released his cock and leaned back, panting.  After half a
minute, he reached down and started to gather up his pants, which were
wadded up around his ankles.  He stood up, preparing to go, but felt an
insistent throbbing between his legs.  His cock was still looking up at
him, imploringly.
	"Humph," Eddie mused, "I haven't been able to this since I was a
kid."
	Since it appeared his equipment wasn't going to fit comfortably
back into his pants, he decided to have one more wank, and maybe that would
do the trick.
	"After three, the little guy will surely want to go to bed," Eddie
thought with a smirk.
	He pushed his pants back down and sat back down on the toilet.  He
started jacking off again, this time a little more impatiently.  He quickly
reached orgasm and, with growing disappointment, he saw again it was dry.
	"Fuck it," Eddie thought, stuffing his protesting cock into his
underwear and buttoning his pants awkwardly over his boner.  "I'll just get
it off when I get to the motel."
	He left the stall and went over to the sink to wash his hands.
Amazingly enough, there was soap, and he lathered up, wondering how far he
had to go that night before he found some civilization.
	As he toweled off, he felt an urgent throbbing from behind his fly.
He thought he could put up with it, but his hard-on was making him really
uncomfortable.
	"Maybe I can just let it hang out until it goes soft," Eddie
thought.  "It's dark outside, and I haven't seen anyone on the road
anyway."
	He unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper.  He pushed down
the waistband of his briefs, and his cock sprung straight up at him.
	"Good grief," he said to himself.  "I need sex worse than I
thought."
	His cockhead was turning a deep purple and his nuts seemed to be
tightening even more.
	Eddie put his hand on the door and opened it a crack, checking to
see if anyone had driven up.  His car stared blankly back at him from the
parking lot, and the highway appeared as deserted as it had been when Eddie
arrived.  He absent-mindedly pulled on his cock as he looked around, and
found himself jerking on it slowly as he stood at the door.
	At least while he was jacking off, his dick felt better, so he
stepped back and leaned against the edge of the sink.
	"Okay, this has got to be it," he thought, as he felt himself
tightening up for another orgasm.  Letting the sink support his weight, he
spread his feet apart and jacked his cock for all it was worth.
	He came with amazing force, and his chest felt like someone had
punched him hard.  Still in the throes of orgasm, he looked down with
growing frustration at his cock, which was only dripping with a decreasing
flow of precum.
	"This isn't funny any more," Eddie muttered.  He was no longer
concerned about someone coming in and finding him with his dick out.  The
only person he had seen all night disappeared without a sound, so why
should he worry?
	Eddie felt a dull ache in his nuts and his cock was throbbing so
hard it was becoming painful.  He needed to get off now more for relief
than pleasure.
	Eddie pushed his pants down around his ankles and turned to face
the mirror over the sink.  It was low enough so that he could see
everything from his head to about mid-thigh.  The tip of his cock was
getting red down to an inch or more below the crown.  The last drop of
precum was glistening at the top.
	Anxiously, he began to beat off again, watching himself in the
mirror with a growing sense of worry.
	"I'm gonna have the worst case of blue balls in history if this
keeps up," he thought.
	After only a few minutes he was ready to come yet again, which
seemed even more odd.  Usually, it took longer and longer to come again
after he had gotten off the first time, but tonight apparently was
different.
	Eddie came so hard he had to hold on to the sink, shuddering
uncontrollably.  He looked at his face in the mirror, flushed a deep red,
and he could hear his heart beating loudly in his ears.
	Still nothing.
	His cock was becoming painfully swollen and his balls looked almost
as if they were swelling as well.
	Wheezing fearfully, he pulled off his shoes and stepped out of his
pants.  He sat down on the floor by the sinks using his pants as a cushion
to protect his bare ass from the cold tiles.
	His balls were aching pretty bad as he began desperately trying to
get himself off.  Almost before he was ready, he felt himself cum with no
more success.
	Now he could definitely see a difference in the size of his nuts.
There was no question they were getting bigger.  His cock, too, seemed to
be swollen to its limit and was pressing hard against his stomach.
	Eddie whimpered softly and massaged his aching testicles.  His only
thought now was getting relief somehow.
	Frantically, he began beating his meat, and found himself coming
yet again in less than a minute.  His eyes watered and his stomach felt
like it was tied in knots.  His balls had swollen to twice their normal
size and his cock head was mushrooming ominously.
	"Fuck!" Eddie screamed, and pounded himself to another dry orgasm.
Over and over, he brought himself off with increasing alarm, his nuts
ballooning ever larger, and no sign of any semen.
	His jacking became automatic and he gasped for air as he started
coming more and more rapidly.  There was a roaring in his ears, and the
lights in the restroom seemed to flicker.  Each nut was now as big as both
his fists put together, and they pressed against his thighs in excruciating
pain.  His cock had almost gone numb, it was so sore, and in his stupor,
Eddie wondered how he could even come at all.
	As another orgasm wracked his body, the sound in his ears became
piercing.  His face had gone white and torrents of sweat ran down his
cheeks.  He could feel the floor rumbling faintly underneath him and his
vision started to cloud over.  Eddie thought he was passing out, but
realized it was actually the light bulb dimming.
	"This place..." he whispered hoarsely.
	Summoning up all his strength and pushing back the pain, Eddie
stood up and lunged for the door.  Never stopping his hand on his cock, he
staggered out to the sidewalk, naked from the waist down.  His balls had
doubled in size again, and sagged pendulously, almost to his knees.  He
even had to bend forward slightly from their weight.
	Gulping in the night air, Eddie looked out at the parking lot and
saw nothing but vacant pavement!
	He didn't have long to be shocked, though, because another orgasm
was upon him.  He abruptly slowed his flailing, and with a strained cry,
gripped his cock and jutted his hips forward.
	His prostate convulsed and his body shook uncontrollably as a solid
white stream of jizz erupted from Eddie's ravaged organ.  It arched twenty
feet into the air and landed some forty yards away in a thick, sticky pool.
Another shock hit him and his arm jerked, sending cum straight up into the
sky above him.  It showered back down on him in pearly globs.  A big drop
hit him on the side of his nose, and reflexively, his hand went up from his
cock to his face to wipe it away.
	Dancing freely in front of him, his dick shot load upon load of
semen randomly into the air.  It rained back down, splattering obscenely on
the concrete.  Eddie shook violently with each blast, and his engorged nuts
swung heavily between his legs, throwing him off balance.  He fell
backwards and rolled down a steep hill and into the woods just to the side
of the rest stop.
	Eddie yelled as he tumbled end over end, all the while shooting
huge loads of cum on himself and everything he passed.  He landed with a
thud in a pile of pine straw.  He was too weak to move and thought surely
he had broken a leg.
	
	He looked up into the trees and moaned weakly.  His eyes rolled
back and slowly closed.  The only movement he made came from his cock,
spraying his stomach with wads of cum.  A half hour later, when Eddie
breathed his last, it was still spasming, spitting out ropes of sperm,
which pooled around him on the ground.  It gurgled one more time, and at
last lay still, a thin stream trickling out into his navel.
	
	Up the hill, above the spot where Eddie's body would never be
found, a car came careening off the highway and came to an abrupt halt in
front of the rest stop.  After a moment, a young guy--a little shaken--got
out of the car and walked quickly inside, not noticing the sticky puddles
drying on the sidewalk.

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Note: This story is what I call "gay horror."  I'm not really into pain and
torture, I just had an idea for a weird story and that is all it is.