Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2023 17:53:44 -0400 From: AC Subject: Pig in Palm Springs - Part 3 Pig in Palm Springs - Part 3 - Gay Encounters, Urination Donate to the Nifty Archive and support this invaluable resource: https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html To view other stories, visit my Patreon: www.patreon.com/adencamp Always appreciate comments and feedback! Email me: hryjknyk@gmail.com Usual disclaimers apply. If you are not old enough to be on Nifty, you are not old enough to read this story. This is part 3 of many of this story. This series is based on true events (a culmination of multiple trips) and fictional fantasies. It will depict many different fetish themes over the subsequent chapters. If you are not interested in m/m kinky gay sex, this is not for you. If you are, get ready! I'm a little behind schedule because of the hot steam room encounter but it was totally worth it. Traffic is light as I make my way down the highway, singing along to my playlist. I know my lead foot and excitement will make up for lost time. My hand is permanently fixed on my crotch, groping my dick straining the fabric of my jock and shorts, feeling the two loads drying on my skin and fur. I know as my sweaty jock dries, the pouch will stay damp with the continuous flow of precum leaking. The trip is only about two and a half hours without traffic but I budgeted some extra time to arrive at 5 pm when I could check into my home for the next few days. It's been about an hour and I have to piss like crazy, perfect timing. I take the exit my GPS alerts me to and continue on deserted, dusty side roads until I reach a rest stop and park my car in the mostly empty lot. I had heard about this rest stop from an older guy I hooked up with once. It's been around for ages and used to be one of the busier stops for truckers heading north or south but has been mostly deserted for the new, quick stop on the highway. It still has a glory hole apparently which is the precise reason I wanted to go, never brave enough to go to anything at the bookstores close to me. I thought at least stopping at this rest stop would tick off one of my fantasies of meeting a hot, rough, and tough raunchy trucker to drain. I know there is a man pissing on my tanktop, but for good measure and to ease the pain in my bladder, I let a tiny trickle out, causing the precum-soaked wet spot to expand. I walk in and suddenly feel out of place. The way I'm scantily and almost obscenely dressed, although welcomes the wanted attention from those interested, is not the best thing to be dressed in around the ignorant, hateful bigots that are far too common still. I instantly regret creating the exaggerated wet spot in my shorts. The rest stop is half diner and half convenience store and the few people in there all look up at me when I enter. I look for a sign for the bathroom and feel the other patron's gaze on me until I go up to the register. There is an old burly man behind the counter reading a newspaper. "Hi, where is the restroom?" "Outback," he mumbles without looking up. I am relieved it's outside so I can just get right back to my car after I piss. The fantasy is slowly turning into a nightmare and I just want to get in and out. I knew there was a risk of not every scenario playing out the way I had hoped and I had plenty of time ahead of me to find another way. I open the bathroom door and am immediately hit with the intense stench of dried piss. I'm unbuttoning my shorts as I walk past the sinks and three-person wide trough to stand against the wall. I fish my cock out just as it starts spurting piss. My stream is strong. All the water during my workout had finally caught up to me. I look down to see the wet splatters on the waist of my shorts and splashed across the base of my shirt. The door opens and I tense while my stream still runs steady. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a man with a dense, wiry, long beard walk in and stand right next to me, close enough that I can feel the wide sleeve of his t-shirt graze my arm. I sneak a quick glance at him while his hands fumble with his belt. He had a baseball hat pulled down past his eyes, leaving only his nose and wild, unkept beard exposed. He had a thick broad chest and a big round belly. A few inches shorter than me I assessed based on how our arms lined up. My stream was still going strong as he whips out his soft cock, holding it in his tan calloused hand that is covered in tattoos connecting to a faded sleeve of skulls, flowers, and crosses on his forearm. I'm impressed with what he's holding, it must have been six inches soft at least and thick! He holds it still, takes a deep breath and releases a soft trickle of piss before shaking it around. I'm trying to look without being too obvious. He gives himself a stroke before turning, his dribbling dick head grazes my exposed thigh before walking into the stall. I always had a fear of how to know what to do in these situations, and the unspoken rules of cruising, but this was pretty obvious and made it that much more exciting. I finally finish my piss and fold my cock into my jock as I turn towards the other stall. True to the tale, there is a glory hole, and there is a hard six-inch cut dick with a big mushroom head sticking right through. 'Guess he's a shower, not a grower' I can't help but think to myself while swirling my tongue around my dry mouth. "I know what you're here for faggot," I hear him whisper. I don't mind being called faggot in the right context but I've heard horror stories and I had a big empty house waiting for me to get nasty all around it. I stand frozen with nerves until I see him flex his cock a few times and watch a thick bead of precum form at the tip. My hand is trembling but I can't stop it from reaching out towards the cock poking through. I grasp the shaft lightly and hear a moan from the other side of the wall. "Come on man, get your mouth on it!" he says, a bit more desperate than degrading this time. Encouraged, I pull my body closer and crouch down. I can feel my heart beating in my throat as my lips are only inches away from the flared mushroom head. I lean forward and lick the gooey tip. His precum has mixed with the remaining drops of piss and tastes bitter but not too bad. The slutty pig emerging in me kind of likes it. I keep going, starting with swirling my tongue around his head tasting its sweaty and salty flavor. I wrap my lips around the head and start to him suck in. "Yeah, that's it" I hear from the other side of the thin barrier between us. I keep going, bobbing up and down on this stranger's cock more aggressively, working further down it until I'm nose-deep in his sweaty pubes. I can smell him. It's a strong, sweaty, manly odor fighting and blending with the stench of dried piss in the nasty bathroom. I am all sorts of turned on sucking hard as I feel him start to pump in and out of my wet drooling mouth. He thrusts forward and I hold him in as far as he'll reach to massage him with my throat muscles. My tongue strains from under his girthy shaft to taste his balls. I am so turned on and feel like a total slut as I suck on a stranger's sweaty cock. "Get my nuts," he moans. He pulls his cock back and forces his full hairy balls through for me and I start slurping on them like an obedient pig. I can hear him moaning and mumbling the whole time I'm worshiping his sweaty sack, breathing in his stink and sucking the sweat from wiry hairs. He pulls his nuts away and I press my face against the dirty hole with my open mouth and nose, hungry for more. Next thing I know I feel something thick and furry against my tongue and I realize it's an ass cheek. I freeze and retract my tongue for a second as he positions himself so his dank, furry crack lines up with my face. I take a quick inhale and can smell his musky ripe ass. It's strong and manly but not dirty. Perfect. I take a tentative lick. Then another and I keep going, building confidence with each swipe of my tongue that I won't find any unwanted surprises. I lap at his crack, trying to drive my tongue into his tight man hole. "Fuck yeah faggot, eat my straight sweaty ass." He continues to groan loudly and grunt out words I can't decipher. I can hear wet slapping and feel him humping back onto my tongue, grinding back on my face as he rapidly fists his dick. He's really moaning as my tongue swirls around his hole then slides in and out with force. All too soon the musky ass is gone. I feel the cool, stale air on my sweat and spit-covered face. I press harder against the hole with my tongue stretched out, panting, moaning like a thirsty whore, desperate for a reward for a job well done. And I get it, a hot blast of thick heavy cum hits my mustache. Then another small one right on my tongue followed by one last one that coats my bottom lip and runs down my chin. "Fuck man," he mutters in satisfaction. I pull back realizing he's finished, lick my lips and swallow the cream that made it into my mouth. Reality sets in instantly when I open my eyes. I stand up and run out of the stall, not waiting around for any "straight boy regret" to be taken out on me. As I open the door to the outside I almost knock into another man. I can only see a tall, broad, silhouette topped with a stetson towering before me. The bright afternoon sun behind him is blinding me after being in the dim filthy bathroom. I turn my cum coated, guilty face away, mutter an apology, and walk quickly back to my car. Safely inside, I take a deep sigh of relief and turn the car on. I take a look at my face in the rearview mirror to see my mustache and chin dripping in the stranger's sticky jizz. There isn't much but what is there is so thick it stays intact, not spreading or dripping at all. Hopefully, the man I bumped into on my way out didn't notice. I use the collar of my tank top to wipe off whatever my tongue can't reach while turning the car on. I check the mirror again and chuckle at the red lines circling around my nose, cheeks, and mouth from forcing my face into the dirty glory hole. I turn the AC full blast, feeling a bit overheated, and pull out of the parking lot back toward the highway. I continually check my rearview mirror as I make my way back along the dusty side roads. An eighteen-wheeler pulled out behind but I'm far enough away that I don't think I have to worry, right? I'm sitting forward, clutching the steering wheel, eyes darting between the rearview mirror and the road ahead when I burst out laughing. "You are really leaning into this, you thirsty slut!" I say out loud and finally relax in my seat. As I cruise down the highway I start to replay what just happened. The rough, ripe, bearded, tattoo-covered trucker. The seedy bathroom, the random cock, licking a furry hole and getting a thick load on my face. Exactly what I hoped for. Well almost, but enough to keep my cock hard and dripping as I drove. Like what you read? For more stories (and other kinky extras) on my Patreon: www.patreon.com/adencamp Don't forget to donate to the Nifty Archive and support this invaluable resource: https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html