Date: Sun, 3 Dec 2006 00:21:58 EST
From: Big Bob
Subject: Truck Stop Toilet Mouth

Joey's Dad was a trucker so Joey had been going out to the truck stop
since he was younger.  Old Aunt Bee had a restaurant and bar there, Bee's
Bar and Grill, where the truckers could get cold beer and good food.
Even when a brand new truck stop opened up further out on the Interstate,
Bee's excellent food kept a lot of the truckers coming back.  Plus there
was a big old men's room right next to Bee's cocktail bar.  It had been
built in stages, a maze of toilet stalls and urinals.  For a lot of the
truckers, it was a good place to relax after a long stretch on the road.

Joey was almost thirty now.  He had his own apartment, an early shift job
at the factory, some money in his pocket.  When Joey got off work in
mid-afternoon, he loved to stop out at Bee's.  A meal, a few beers, then
an hour or two hanging in the men's room.  The layout was great.  The
door to the men's room opened right off Bee's bar.  But there was also
another door, a convenient side door which went directly out from the
men's room to the trucker's parking lot.  No hurry. Joey could come and
go as he pleased without drawing attention.

Joey's special treat after a few beers was to stand at the urinals
waiting for a hot trucker to dump a big load of piss.  Joey had his eye
on a cowboy trucker from Nebraska who showed up from time to time.  Tight
Wranglers.  Elephant bulge.  Joey hungered to get up close to that huge
piece of meat, especially as it was dropping a huge load of piss in the
urinal.

One afternoon Joey was at the cocktail bar when the Nebraska trucker came
in.  The trucker yelled a quick greeting to Bee, then rushed into the
men' room without stopping at the bar.  Joey quickly slipped away from
the bar and made it next to the trucker at the urinals in the nick of
time.  Sure enough, the trucker must not have pissed in hours. Joey took
in the sight of a blast that lasted over a minute.  What a huge piece of
dick meat!  Joey savored these visuals throught the corner of his eye,
trying not to be too obvious.  But he was too nervous to piss himself.
He just stood there in admiration.

The trucker did not seem to mind.  As he let loose, he held his his huge
cock firmly in his hand and stroked it.  Once he was buttoned up again,
he stood facing Joey for a moment showing off his big bulge.

A few weeks later Joey was hanging in a toilet stall right next to the
urinals.  Again, he heard the Nebraska trucker yell out to Bee and then
proceed straight to the urinal right next to where Joey was sitting.  The
only problem was Joey couldn't see the trucker. Despite the presence of
several glory holes between the toilet stalls, the wall between the his
stall and the urinal was solid.

"God, I have to piss", said the trucker out loud.  Joey moaned inside the
toilet stall.

"Oh, I guess that piss faggot is here today", continued the trucker.

"Sir!", said Joey.

And then Joey heard the full stream of piss.  Joey moaned and moaned,
just loud enough for the trucker to hear him throught the stall.

"What a faggot!", said the trucker as he buckled up and left the men's
room.

Joey had missed out.  He felt desperate.  What could he do?  He needed to
take further steps, to do whatever it would take to swallow a big load of
that Nebraska cowboy trucker's piss.

So he went to work cutting a glory hole between the toilet stall and the
adjacent urinal.  "This will give me a view of the urinals.  Plus maybe I
can steer some hot pissing dicks into the toilet stall."  After carving
the hole, he went back out to the bar and asked Bee for a pen.  He wrote
"PISS HERE" on the outside wall of the toilet stall, with an arrow
pointing straight to the center of the glory hole.

Now the waiting game.

Joey spent more and more time at the truck stop. He was becoming a total
piss freak.  Bee would fill the truckers up with beer and Joey would
wait.  Most truckers didn't want to have anything to do with Joey, but a
few of the truckers (actually the hotter ones) took notice.   Once they
were feeling comfortable on a few beers, Joey just needed to make it
clear that he was available and willing.  They didn't mind "feeding the
dirty piss fag", as they called him.  In fact, they sometimes grumbled in
disappointment if Joey wasn't around.

But nobody came close to giving Joey the satisfaction that he dreamed
about from the cowboy trucker from Nebraska.

Sure enough.  Here he comes again!  This time the trucker takes his time
eating.  He downs four beers at the bar.  Now he's standing up stretching
and showing off his monster bulge.  Joey races into the men's room.  The
toilet stall is available.  He rushes in and slams the door shut.  Two
minutes later the trucker is standing at the urinal.  Joey's heart is
racing and he is almost hyperventilating!  "Has he seen the PISS HERE
sign?  Will he waste his piss or will he feed me?"

Joey crouches down at the hole.  From that vantage point, the trucker's
cock looks like an elephant trunk hanging down from his jeans into the
urinal.  The trucker starts to piss.

Joey moans, "Sir, please don't waste it!"

"That fucking piss faggot is here!  And he has written PISS HERE on the
wall! What a toilet mouth! I better steer clear of such a low life piss
freak."

"Sir, please!"

"Damn, I can't fit through this hole even if I wanted to!  What a wimp!
What do you think you are dealing with here?"

"Sir, I am sorry!  I thought it was big enough.  Please try to squeeze
through.  I will carve it out bigger for you.  I promise.  I need it so
bad!"

Squeeze!  Squeeze!  Success!  And now the payoff.  A payoff like Joey's
never enjoyed before.  Guzzling, slurping, guzzling, guzzling.  "Thank
you, sir"

"But I am not completely done, toilet mouth.  Make it stiff and hard now
and feed on a full load of come!  Finish it off right"

"Sir!"

THE END