Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2002 05:38:14 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: *And* Hot Pies and Size Queens part 6

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	Recently, I moved to Utah from Los Angeles.  I was looking for clean air,
and a good night's sleep without worrying about seven point plus tremblers.
Earthquakes scare the shit out of me.
I settled in Ogden, because I liked the atmosphere.  My work goes with me, I
write technical documents for software companies.  A modem, and a free
telephone wire, and I'm hooked into the office.
	I don't really know a lot about Utah, but I was determined to learn as much
as I could, by traveling around it in my car.  The trips I made until the
last one, were uneventful, but last week I got real lucky.  I decided to
take a drive North, since all my previous excursions, were South and West.
	I found myself on a nearly deserted stretch of highway, and was tooling
along, enjoying the day and scenery, when a car came up on my rear end fast.
  The guy I could see in my rearview, was wearing a stetson, and had his
elbow out the window with his hand gripping the top of the window.  He
tailgated me for a mile or two, and honked his horn a couple of times.  I
couldn't figure out what he wanted.
	There was plenty of room to pass, and not another vehicle visible for a
hundred miles.  I waved him around, and he took the hint.  He cut in front
of me fast, then immediately slowed down.  I had to hit my brakes to keep
from piling into him.  He tapped his brakes a few times, then pulled onto
the shoulder of the road.  I roared past, and picked up speed, thinking the
guy must be nuts.  In my rearview, I could see him peel rubber getting back
on the road behind me.  His car was more powerful than my little runabout
car, and it wasn't long before he was riding my tail again.  He honked, and
whipped into the oncoming lane, and matched my speed.
	I looked over, and he was yelling something at me.  I strained to hear, but
the roar of the engines so close together on the highway made it impossible.
  I slowed down, and he shot past me again.  I thought about turning around,
and heading back to Ogden.  I didn't need this shit.  He slowed down in
front of me, and began to signal me to slowdown like traffic cops do.  He
pulled into the oncoming lane again, and motioned for me to come even with
him.
	I looked over into his cab, and knew immediately why he was carrying on
like he was.  He had his cock out of his pants, and was showing a boner
almost as tall as the steering wheel.  I gasped at the size, and hit my
brakes.  He pulled over in front of me, and we rolled to a stop.  He got out
of his car, and strolled back to mine, jacking on his enormous cock.
	"Hi there buddy.  I saw yer fag flag, and wondered if you might want to
play with this here dick for a while."  He stepped up to my window, and
pushed the monster into my face.  I couldn't help myself, and opened wide to
receive the dripping head of the thing.  I sucked as much of him down as I
could get, and went to work.  He didn't seem to be in any hurry.
	"You know someplace a little more private," I asked, pulling off his
magnificent boner.  He thought a moment, and nodded at me and without
speaking, turned around and got back in his car, jacking his dick the whole
time.
	He burned rubber, getting on the road again, and I had to put the peddle to
the floor to keep up with this horny stud.  About three miles down the road,
he tapped his brakes, and swerved onto a dirt road.  I followed his dust
cloud, but my little car felt like it was being shaken apart by the
condition of the road surface.  It took me ten minutes to catch up to where
he'd pulled over in a little dry wash.  He'd used the time, to strip out of
his clothes, and was leaning across the back of his big Ford, wearing his
boots and hat, and jerking on his big whanger.  He had a grin I had to smile
at.  The guy was obviously horny, and he was rapidly making me that way too.
	I walked over to him, unbuttoning my shirt.  By the time I got there, I had
my pants at half mast.  I leaned against his fender, and pulled them over my
shoes.  He watched the whole time, jacking away on his beautiful piece of
horse meat.  When I had my clothes off, the size of his dick, made my nine
inches look pitiful, but it didn't matter.  I've always been a size queen,
willing to do what anybody even an inch bigger than me wanted to do.
	I reached for his big bone, and bent over to take his huge balls into my
mouth one at a time.  I held him upright while I sucked his nuts, and jacked
on the bone myself.  He sucked his breath in, and held it while I worked on
him.  He took a big breath, and started jacking himself again with his hand
above mine on his shaft.  We matched rhythm, and were both jacking him while
I gave his balls a workout.
	"Say buddy," he hissed.  I looked up into his brown eyes, shaded by his big
white stetson.  "You fuck atall?"
	"What," I said, pulling my mouth off his balls.  "You want to stick this
thing in my asshole?"  I grinned.  He grinned.
	"I got a rubber.  It don't go all the way down, but it covers the important
part."
	"Get it out slim," I said, going back to work jacking.  He took a few
steps, which I followed, not wanting to release this magnificent piece of
meat.  He opened his glove compartment, and dug out a box of extra large
condoms, and a tube of gel.  He used his teeth to open the foil, and was
soon stripping one of the largest condoms I'd ever seen down the length of
his shaft.  It only went half way, but I estimated that sucker was rolled
out at eleven inches.  I probably couldn't take more than that anyway.
	"Get up here on the trunk," he patted the trunk of his car.  I crawled up
on all fours, and felt him squeeze a gob of lube in my asscrack.  He used
his rough fingers to work it into my hole, then slicked his own pole down
with another gob.
	He put his slick hand on my butt, and gripped his cock with his other.  I
looked over my shoulder, and watched, as he put the head of the monster to
my hole and pushed.  He slid right in, and for some reason, I didn't get
even a single stab of pain.  This guy was good.
	"O.K.  Now you just raise yourself up on your knees, and let me ride up
into your butthole."  I did as I was told, and felt his thickness gliding
into me until I felt stuffed to the gills with cock.  He took his slick
hand, and reached for my piece of cock stone.  He jacked me a few times, and
then began to fuck into me with his monster pole.  He was quick to establish
a rhythm, and before long, he was cruising in my asshole like a big
greyhound bus.  I don't think I've ever taken anything in my ass that large
before, certainly not that easy.  It didn't take him long, before he started
yodeling and humping me hard.  His grip on my cock, was like iron, and he
beat me near to death making my balls fly in their sack, until their only
defense was to pull up and shoot.
	My cum splattered his car roof, and kept flying every time he hunched into
me.  He finally let out a low growl that turned into a deep throated howl,
and I could feel his monster cock pumping sperm into me by the gallon.  He
took several deep thrusts, and I felt his cumtube pulse each time as he
pumped more and more of his hot spunk into my ass.  Gradually, he came down
from his high, and when his monster cock softened, and fell out of my
expanded hole, I felt empty.
	I turned over on the trunk of his car, and watched him peel the scuzzy
rubber off his limp hose.  He held it up for me to see, and it looked like a
pint of cream.  I asked him if I could keep it as a souvenir, and he tied it
off and handed it to me.
	"I shore do love fuckin' fags," he said, pulling on his still enormous soft
cock.  "I think I shoot more in a fag's asshole than I do in a regular
pussy."
	"Are you a bisexual Slim?"
	"What the hell's that?"  He squinted at me as if I'd called him something
bad.
	"You know, fucking men as well as women."
	"Well, I fucked you didn't I?"
	"You sure did Slim.  You sure did.  You can fuck me with that thing anytime
you want."
	"Well, looka here.  Where `bouts you live boy?"  I told him, and he grinned
at me.
	"Me an' ol Hank here," he said, jacking his cock again.  "Get down to Ogden
ever onct in a while.  Mebe we'll look you up."
	I pulled my pants on over my shoes, and took a card out of my wallet.  He
took it and jacked on his pole again while he read it.  he walked around and
stuck it in the glove compartment of his car, as I pulled on my shirt.  He
spread his legs, and started pissing in the dirt, while I buttoned my shirt.
	"You come see me now.  You hear Slim."  I headed back to my car, and got
in.  He was still pissing,  I watched him finish off, and shake the massive
head free of urine droplets, before he started pulling on his boxers over
his boots.  I tooted my horn, turned around, and headed for the highway and
home.
	I didn't ask Slim for his number, because I could see he was married by the
gold band on his finger.  I knew he wouldn't give me a number.  Maybe he'll
call me the next time he's in Ogden.  I sure hope he does, my asshole misses
that big ol' Hank of his.

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