Date: Tue, 22 Mar 2022 20:33:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: Rob <rob83401@yahoo.com>
Subject: East Texas Pit Stop - Encounters

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Does the cock taste better if it just pops up when it was least expected?
Don't get me wrong, it's great when you think you're going to get lucky
and you feel that sweet anticipation. But how about the way your blood
starts pumping when a hot fucker appears out of the blue? Gotta love that
surprise boner!

I'd been on the road for about three hours. When I gassed up about a
hundred miles back, I made sure to hit the restroom before I got back on
the road; but the coffee smelled so damn good at the truck stop, I gave
in. Now I really need to take a leak again. My attitude toward the Texas
landscape is improving the further east I get. I wasn't a big fan of
those long stretches in the west. But as I made my way into east Texas I
was enjoying the rolling hills and trees. I was taking my time. I avoid
the freeways when I'm not in a rush to get somewhere. Now that there is
something to look at besides tumbleweeds, I like to get off the beaten
track and see the countryside.

When I saw a dirt road ahead, I figured I'd just drive down it far enough
that passing traffic wouldn't be able to see me unloading all that
coffee. Wouldn't you know it, no sooner had I hopped out of the truck and
unbuttoned my fly, another pickup turned off the main road and was coming
toward me. I don't know about you, but once my body thinks I'm going to
relieve that pressure off my bladder, there's no stopping the flow. So I
stepped to the other side of the truck, still pissing and hoped they'd
drive right by. No such luck. I heard his tires on the gravel as he
pulled up behind me. I turned my head to see him step down from his
truck. My stream was showing no signs of stopping when he called out to
me.


"Are ya lost buddy? Need any help?"


He takes a few steps toward me. Just my pickup bed between us. Christ!
He's a handsome fucker. He looked to be in his mid-fifties. About ten
years younger than me.


"That's awfully nice of you. Truth is, I just really needed to pee.
Didn't think I'd make it to the next town."

"No worries, buddy.  Come to think of it, that's not a bad idea."


He leaned an elbow on the top of my tailgate while the other hand was
busy out of sight. As my stream slowed to a trickle,  I could hear the
splash as his stream started to hit the ground. 


"You find yourself having to drain the snake more frequently as ya get
older? Don't mean any offense by that, buddy. It's just that we look to
be about the same age."

"No offense taken; but I'm guessing you're a damned sight younger than I
am."


He threw back his head and laughed. What's sexier than a handsome guy
laughing?


"Fifty-seven, buddy. Old enough I can't sleep through the night without
getting up to piss."


He laughed again. Damn, he's good looking. Wait? What was that look? Was
he checking me out while I was checking him out? Now that he's finished
peeing, he's leaning on my tailgate and looking me over. He's giving me
that hungry look. HelI yeah!  That's a nice surprise. There's no
mistaking those tell-tale cruising looks. This was unexpected, but he's
giving off some strong vibes. A minute ago, I would never have guessed he
was looking for action. Now I was chubbing up at the possibility.  


"I don't think I've ever seen anyone in these parts with Idaho plates. A
red-state license plate and a Human Rights Campaign bumper sticker next
to it. Can't be that common in conservative Idaho, is it? Must take balls
to do that."


The blue and gold HRC decal is just there because I think it's a good
cause. Most folks don't pay much attention to it. I also have a U=U
sticker on there for the same reason. I've never had anyone comment on
them before. Maybe my handsome Texas friend is just making conversation;
but it sounds like he knows what he's talking about. I let my hand drop
down to my now buttoned-up fly. His hand that's just out of my view
appeared to be either rubbing or outright stroking. This was getting my
hopes up.


"I don't know, man. Apparently, I didn't have the balls to slap a rainbow
pride sticker on there." I laugh along with him. "This one seemed a
little more discreet. Sounds like you have me figured out though. What
about you? "

"It's not that easy; assigning a label. You know what I mean?  I used to
just say I was curious; but I have a married buddy I play around with
these days. Guess that's more than curious."

"Damn, stud. I like the sound of that. You're a good looking guy, too.
What do you and your buddy get up to? Or is that too personal?"


Rather than answer right away, he stepped toward my side of the truck.
His zipper was still down. His hand was covering up what I was hoping to
see. No need for pretense any more, I groped my hard on through my jeans.
He looked me directly in the eye as he moved his hand to reveal his hard
cock and a nice bush of pubic hair. I closed the gap between us and
glanced up toward the road to make sure passing motorists wouldn't be
able to makeout what was going on. I reached out and he let me wrap my
fingers around his fat dick. I could feel it pulsing.


"That's a dick to be proud of, man. How about I show you how we take care
of a dick like that up north?"

"I was hoping you were a cocksucker. I'd love to feel that mouth around
my dick, buddy."


He grabbed me by the shoulders before I could drop to my knees. One hand
grabbed at my crotch and squeezed as he nudged me up toward the cab of
the truck. He opened the back passenger-side door and pushed his jeans
and underwear to his thighs; then sat down on the edge of the seat facing
outward. WIth one hand on the back of my neck, he pulled me in for a
quick, intense kiss before pushing my head down where we both wanted it
to be. To start with I just took a deep breath. Fuck! He smelled fucking
awesome; clean but still with enough musk to drive me wild. I opened wide
to suck on the head before talking him all the way down to the back of my
throat. 


"Fuck yeah! Show me how much you want that cock! I've got a big load to
feed ya, buddy!"


He gripped my head with both hands. Not that I planned on trying to get
away. Sometimes I can do a better job if a guy just lets me do my thing;
but the way he's taking control is a huge fucking turn on. He holds my
head just letting me get my lips around the head. I let my tongue swirl
around that big knob, eliciting a growl from him. He applies a bit more
pressure and soon has my nose pressed into his pubes. I can feel his cock
throbbing right at the back of my throat. He holds me steady and starts
to pump with his hips. He's gentle at first, slow strokes all the way up
and down the length of his rod. Then he gets a bit more forceful. After
every five or six strokes, he holds my head tight against his body.  As
I'm immobilized, he gives some quick thrusts with his pelvis. I thought
I'd already taken him as deep as possible; but he nudges it further down
my gullet.

This is getting pretty sloppy now. I start to choke and he lets me pull
back to gasp for a breath. When I do, I see his rigid cock is covered in
phlegm and saliva. To buy me some time to get some air in my lungs, I
lick his balls and try to get them into my mouth. His growls get a little
louder.


"Fuck yeah! Worship those big balls. They're full of jizz for ya, buddy.
Every drop of it is going down that sweet throat of yours."


They are, in fact, damn big. I try to get them both in my mouth at the
same time; but can only manage one at a time. He doesn't seem to mind. I
lap at them with my tongue as he playfully smacks his hard dick against
my face. I want that fucker in my mouth again. I open wide and take it as
deep as I can. I look up to see he's pulled his tee shirt over his head.
Goddamn is this a handsome, hairy fucker. I reach up and grab a nipple
with each hand as I continue sucking on that perfect cock. When I tweak
his tits, I feel his dick spasm. I was afraid at first that he was
starting to blast, but the nip play was just amping up the excitement for
him. 

Damn, do I love a guy who isn't afraid to make a little noise and show
he's enjoying himself. He's groaning and growling. Between my hands on
his tits and his fat cock in my throat, he's letting me know I'm hitting
the target. So I'm surprised when he suddenly pushes my head away. I look
up at him and he breaks into a grin.


"That was fucking close, buddy! Let's make this last a bit longer."

He leans forward and grabs my head again; but this time it's to pull me
in for an intense kiss. He must like the taste of his own precum, 'cause
he's been drooling a ton of it. I start to wonder if he kisses his buddy
like this. Of course he does! Why wouldn't he. Regardless of who he's
been practicing on, the fucker can kiss. I still have a hand on one nip
and I'm stroking that sweet cock with the other. He pushes me away again.
When I look up this time, he gives me a playful slap on the cheek.


"Swap places with me, buddy"


Before he gets up, he leans over and pulls the buttons of my fly open. As
he stands up, he yanks down my jeans and gropes my boner through my
sticky boxers. He turns me around and pushes my butt down on the seat,
still warm from his hairy ass. He bends down and chews my dick through my
underwear until I start to squeal. Only then does he tuck my waistband
under my balls and engulf my cock up to the root. Fuck me! When he said
he was hoping I was a cocksucker, I thought this was going to be a
one-way deal. Christ was I wrong about this guy. I can't remember the
last time I got head like this. Fucker knows his stuff. He goes from zero
to sixty in a matter of seconds. I'm not sure how he knows my weak spots;
but he's tugging down on my balls exactly the way I like it. I usually
can't cum just from a blow job alone. This bastard is using his hand to
stroke me as he works his magic. All I can say is his married buddy is
one lucky man. 

After a few minutes, I know I'm getting too close. This sexy, psychic
son-of-a-bitch pulled off at the last second; then his lips were on mine
again. He pulled me up and ground his hips into me with my back against
the bed of my truck. I probably could have come from the kissing and
frotting alone. I don't mind blasting my own spunk wherever it lands; but
I'll be damned if his sperm isn't going down my throat. I break the kiss
and look at his handsome face with new found respect. Forget about
labels: gay, bi, straight; some guys are just wired for pleasure. 


"Fuck, man! Are you as close as I am? I don't want to shoot off until I
get that East Texas nut down my throat. You ready to feed me, cowboy?"

"What a fucking pig! God damn, I'm glad I pulled off the road today. I'm
doing all I can to keep from unloading, buddy. What do you say you get
down on your cocksucking knees and finish me off. And hurry the fuck up!
Just looking at you has me ready to lose it."


His hands were on my head again. He forced me to my knees; then held my
mouth inches from his purple cock head while he gave me my instructions.


"I wanna see you stroking while you work for my load, buddy. You're about
to get four days worth of jizz I've got stored up here. You're going to
owe my other buddy an apology, 'cause I've been saving it up for him. Be
prepared, old man. You're going to be gulping my sperm before you know
it!"


A huge drop of precum was hanging off the end of his cock as he slid it
into my mouth. He maintained his hold on my head as I licked it up, then
he started to pump his hips like a maniac. Hotter still, he never stopped
talking.


"Fuck is that a sweet mouth. It's not gonna be long now. You better be
jerking yourself as hard as you can, buddy. You're going to catch it all
too, fucker! As I coat your tonsils, I want you catching your spunk in
your hand. You hear me, fucker! Christ Almighty. Are you ready? Cause I'm
fixin' to blast your head off! Here it comes, baby! Fuckin' hell! Fuck
yeah. You like that, cocksucker! Take that fucking load!"


He wasn't kidding about blasting my head off. Well, figuratively. I was
able to catch the lion's share of my own load in my hand; but couldn't
keep some of it from spraying his leg. I can't remember the last time I
came so hard. I can't remember the last time I was so wiped out after
giving a blow job. He helped me to my feet. I was being careful to keep
my palm cupped. There was jizz dripping between my fingers. He motioned
for me to open my mouth. I showed him part of his load that I hadn't
swallowed yet. He leaned in and gave me a deep kiss. Does he taste his
own cum with his married buddy? He held my wrist and examined what was
left of my deposit.  Was he going to make me gulp it down myself?


"It's okay if it's too much for ya, after you've orgasmed and all. But
it'd be hot if you'd slurp some of that up and feed it to me."


For the first time, he sounded a little sheepish as he made his request.
Of course, I've tasted my spunk. Just not in this quantity. But I'll tell
you what, this sexy fucker just provided me with one of the hottest
encounters in memory. Maybe that's not saying much for an old guy. But
what's a little nut juice among friends. I brought my mouth down and
hoovered  it up; finishing with a lick to my palm. He nodded his thanks
and then leaned in for one of the hottest kisses this side of the Rio
Grande.



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