Escaping Boredom and Monotony

It was a Wednesday, the 24th of January to be exact. I woke up at 3:15 am and couldn't get back to sleep. I couldn't stop the chatter inside my head, could not understand what was wrong. I seemed to have everything; a very successful business refurbishing furniture; a handsome home, an ample circle of friends. True, my latest relationship had ended a few months ago, but it was a decision we both made. There was something I couldn't put my finger on.

I stood at the bathroom mirror staring at myself. Yes, I should probably spend more time at the gym, but I'm the bearish type, dark downy fur covering most of my body, strong but not heavily muscle with a little too much paunch, but there's a lot of guys that attracts. My puffy eyes betrayed the lack of sleep but I still thought I looked good with a thick mustache and unshaven face. Dan, my recent ex used to call me his perfect Daddy. I'm just that type. All my exes called me Daddy, they were all younger and wilder than I was, all looking for someone older than them, the stable one. I'm the rock, responsible, predictable.

"When were you ever wild?" I asked myself. Oh, there were times when I was in my early 20's but not now. Stoic has been a good descriptor for myself. I work hard and at 38 years old, I'm exactly where I should be. Should. The word hit my like the proverbial ton of bricks. I've always done what I should do. Who determines the `should' in our lives? I realized what was wrong; I was in a rut, tired, bored, ennui ruled my life.

I suddenly wanted to be crazy and get the hell out of there, to live a different life. No more Daddy, I wanted a man on equal terms. I wanted to do things I'd only fantasized about, to be wild and unpredictable. My mind started to race, there was so much to do to get ready to take off; I had laundry to finish, hop in the shower and pack, by then there a few people I needed to call to before I left.That stopped me. Where the hell was I going?

I made myself some coffee and considered where was I going? A half an hour later I still didn't have an answer but what I had was conviction. I packed a few bags, didn't bother showering or even making the bed and left.

A few hours later I stopped at a truck stop off I-10 for some food and more coffee. I was half way through breakfast when a trucker sat next to me at the counter.

"Where you headed?" He asked

"Don't know." I said. "Guess I'll know when I get there."

"You hauling or come in for a blow-job?"

"I'm here to eat." I said, surprised by the comment.

"Yeah", he replied," So are most of the kids hanging around here, but they're looking for something different to eat. Christ, I hate fighting them off in the john. They don't give up, I'm taking a leak and one of `em grabs my dick and starts pulling on it."

His words finally register with me. I turned to the guy and notice the package between his legs, the long lump of his cock stretched along his jeans. He saw me looking, then he looked into my crotch. I realized I didn't have anything under my sweats and my erection was obscenely obvious. The mound down his left thigh jumped.

"So," I asked "you here to eat or a blow job?"

He leaned close and shoved his tongue into my ear. My cock oozed pre-cum. He looked down at the circle of moisture that quickly saturated my sweats.

"Both."

He gestured me to follow as he paid both our tabs and headed toward his rig. By the time he pulled me into the sleeper of the cab his jeans were around his ankles and his 7 fat inches was thumping against my face. I swallowed his thick root in one gulp.

"Suck it," he hissed as he pounded his hot meat into my mouth. "Oh yeah, gotta cum real soon.

His crotch stank of sweat, piss, primal man. I grabbed his ass cheeks and pushed his horny cock in and out my hungry throat. He pumped his fat hose into me until with a guttural scream he yanked his dick out and stroked the horny shaft until his load spewed onto my face. A fountain of fresh man-scum splattered wetly across my neck, down my throat. He winced as I sucked on he bruised cock-knob, sucking on the last of his sweet-salty cream. Roughly shoving me back onto the small bed he buried his face in my crotch. He slavered up and down my dick while he gripped my balls, holding them tightly and pulling fiercely. My unbending erection throbbed woodenly in the air.

"Don't, stop. It hurts." I was moaning in pain and pleasure. "My balls, don't, please."

His lips locked around my bulging knob. He tugged my balls causing jolts through my entire body, I couldn't concentrate on anything but the physical pleasure of the pain in my nuts and the warmth of his lips surrounding my tender cock-head. I bucked against him trying to pull away and the same time pushing into him.

"Nghhh, don't.stop." I was over the edge. "Fucking yeah, gonna shoot." I shoved my spurting dick as far into his throat as he'd let me. He continued to tug my tender eggs as I shot my spunk down his willing throat until my balls were drained.

He needed to get to LA so we said a hasty good-by. Getting back onto the freeway I was disappointed that we didn't have more time to spend together but I was bolstered by the experience, I knew I was headed in the right direction. I was hornier than I'd been in a long time. I kept one hand on the wheel the other in my crotch playing with my prick. I pulled it out and waved it, unseen by the cars passing me. I finally pulled down my sweats stroking off as I drove. My later visits to the rest-stops didn't find anything interest. It was late as I was getting close to Tucson. I swore when I saw the flashing blue lights behind me. I rolled the window down when the officer came up to the door.

He looked into the car, shining his flashlight inside. I peered at stern, stony face with vivid hazel eyes as they searched my car.

"Sir," he said sternly to me. " Please step out of the vehicle.

I did as he said, asking what I had done wrong. I know I wasn't speeding and told him while he led me to the passenger side of the car. He pushed my arms on top of the car, spreading my legs with his feet.

"Sir, I need to search you." He said gruffly.

He's hands roamed my body, from shoulders down. As he moved up the inside of my legs it became more of a massage than a police pat down. He rubbed the muscles, harder, moving closer until my balls were tightly wrapped in his hand.

"I think I know what's going on here. " He said pulling down my sweats then stood. He simultaneously slipped one hand up my shirt squeezing my right tit while the other found to my crotch. He circled my cock and balls holding the base of my shaft between his thumb and index finger, gripped my balls between his other fingers and pulled down, again and again. My hardened dick slapped again and again against his car, splattering it with the drops of sticky jizz. Each tug of my nuts sent another leaking stream.

"Clean it up." He said roughly shoving me to the ground. I licked the cold metal hungrily.

I was pulled back up, spread against the car. He leaned into me and I could feel his hot fuck-meat nestle between into my ass crack.

"Get in your car and follow me." He said, abruptly going back to his squad car.

I was shaking in fear and anticipation as I pulled up my sweats and jumped in my car. After driving for fifteen minutes, I was surprised when he pulled into a private driveway. I expected to be taken to the police station. I followed him into the house, down the stairs into a large open room. There was only faint rays of light shining into the dark room. He pushed me against the wall, raising my arms to pull off my sweatshirt. He held my arms up, his nose sniffing my right pit, pulling the damp hair with his teeth. His other hand roamed my body, across my chest, down into my crotch. I sighed as he grabbed my prick. I tried to lower my hands but couldn't. My wrists were cuffed above my head.

"What the fuck?" I was getting pissed off.

"Don't worry, bud." He replied as he pulled off my pants and shoes, leaving me standing in my socks. " I have about another hour of my shift but I'll make sure you're happy while I'm gone."

My eyes were adjusting to the dark and I watched as he opened the top drawer of one of the end tables. He came back to me with a strand of thin leather. He looped it around my cock and balls, then wound it around the base of the shaft and around my balls a few more times. Bound tightly, my steely erection pounded. He caressed the inside of my stalk from base to the bloated cap, pulled my bone down painfully and suddenly released it, causing my cock to slap back loudly against my belly, again and again he yanked until I was begging him to stop. He took two small black tubes. He spit a generous wad of saliva into the first and stuck it to my right tight, squeezing the suction securely, repeating with my left nipple. The mix of pain and pleasure almost sent me over the edge.

"Don't want you to get too bored, and I want you ready when I get back. "He told me as he walked toward the opposite wall. The sudden explosion of light hurt my eyes. He'd turned on a wide-screen TV. "What would you like to watch? Lets see, yeah, I think this will give you a good preview of coming attractions."

He slipped a disc into the player and walked back to me. I watched as a Ranger in a freshly pressed uniform walks out of the woods towards a campground into a small bathroom, one urinal, one stall with a glory hole cut in the side. He unzips his pants, pulling out a big soft cock and starts pissing. There was a noise from inside the stall, someone staring at him through the cut hole in the stall.

I flinched as I felt a hot mouth surround my cock. As quickly as he'd swallowed my crank he pulled back off.

"Enjoy," He said before placing his lips on mine. " I'll be back before you know it." He winked at me, turned and left.

I had no choice but to watch the video, the sound filling my ears.

"What the hell you looking at, asshole? You get off watching me take a leak? You sitting there waiting for some guy to come in, pull out they're cock, maybe stick it through that hole so you can suck on 'em? That what you want? A taste of my big dick? Answer me!"

"Yes....Sir!" came the voice from the other side of the wall.

"Put your mouth to the hole. NOW! Stick out your tongue, fucker. You want it, don't you?" The Ranger didn't wait for an answer. His cock-head rested just above extended tongue and let go a long stream. "Yeah, drink all that good, hot stud piss...ohh...yeah, lock that dick- hungry mouth around my big cock-meat, yeah, suck it."

The lips strained around the huge pole as he pumped in and out. The guy was moaning and grunting as he slurped the mammoth dick-meat. There was a long, low groan. The Ranger abruptly pulled out. He went around and pulled open the stall door.

"What the fuck was that? He yelled.

The guy, in his early 20's, was sitting there his hard-on standing out against his jockey shorts. They were wet.

"I came." He said meekly.

The Ranger stood, his rigid erection standing out iron-stiff. He stepped forward, grabbing the base of his shaft and started slapping the kid on the face with his wet cock. The guy flicked his tongue, trying to catch a taste the flaying cock. He finally let the kid clamp his mouth around his shaft, then shoved it all the way in to the base. He choked on the monster prick.

"Stand up, boy!" The Ranger demanded.

The guy stood, waiting. The Ranger pinched each of the stiff nipples making the guys cock jump inside the damp shorts. He put his hand on the throbbing mound.

My cock was throbbing harder than I could remember. I wanted cum, I wanted to jack off. I struggled against the cuffs, hoping to free my hands. Finally, I shut my eyes trying to think of anything else but I could still hear the movie and I couldn't stop the constant trickle of pre-jizz dripping down my shaft.

"Nice big dick, boy! He tugged down the shorts over the hard cock and down the guy's thighs. He grabbed the hairy nuts. "You got another hot load of cum in those balls, huh? Hot, fucking boy-scum for me!!

The kid was pushed back down on the seat and his shorts ripped off. He stared wide- eyed as the Ranger put the wet jockeys to his nose and took a long, deep breath, smelling them.

"Oh yeah, fresh hot boy-scum. Think I'll take this with me, little souvenir. Maybe later tonight I'll strip down, start jacking my big hairy horse-cock and chew out your stale spunk, pump my balls dry. Yeah, that gets you hot, don't it? Thinking about me emptying my nuts sucking on your shorts, huh? Well I got a load for you, now! Get your pussy mouth back on my meat, cocksucker!!"

He dropped the jockeys on the kid's belly as he stepped up and slid his cock into the waiting mouth.

"Come on, baby. Open your throat and suck that cock, yeah...work that tongue all over...ohhh, like that, yeah, eat it. Make me cum."

He face fucked the kid roughly. He reached down to the boy's horny crotch. With the heel of his hand against the cock, he crushed the balls under his palm and slipped a finger into the exposed asshole.

"Oh, yeah, here it comes, baby," He started panting. "Gonna cum, take it, shooting my cummmmm......."

He pulled his thick cock out and jerked out his load, cum splattering all over. The kid scooped up a handful of the white cream and covered his own dick and started jacking like crazy. He threw back his head and howled as his orgasm exploded. He was soon covered with two wet loads of cum. He leaned over and clamped his mouth around the bruised cock-head as the Ranger wiped him clean with the jockey shorts. He zipped himself up and walked out, the wet jockeys in his pocket.

The next scene started with the Ranger hiking up a mountain trail. This time he wasn't wearing full ranger uniform, shirt and khaki shorts. Tight shorts. After a short walk he came through a clearing and there was a faint noise of someone swearing off in the distance. Coming through some brush he found a guy sitting, holding his ankle.

The guy was huge, a body-builder. His expansive chest was covered in a tight tee shirt and wearing only a skimpy pair of thin-nylon shorts. His thighs were enormous. The Ranger knelt at his feet, untied and slipped of the boots and socks.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Slipped on a loose rock," the big man said. "Think I broke my ankle."

The Ranger rubbed the foot, turning it slightly, feeling for damage as the man winced in pain. "Not broken, probably just twisted. I'll have to wrap it with something. Are you camped near-by? By the way, name's Chase." He said as he offered a hand.

"Grant." He replied. "Camped about two miles from here. Don't know if I can walk it or not."

"We'll have to make do for now." Chase said as he took off his shirt and stripped off his tee shirt. He ripped off some cloth to wrap around Grant's ankle. "How's that? Can you bear any weight?"

Grant stood and slowly tried to put pressure on the hurt ankle. He yelled in pain and stumbled, Chase barely catching him. "I think we're going to have to wait a bit. See if it's better in a little while." Chase suggested.

"Shit, " Grant said, "and I gotta take a leak, think you could help me?"

Grant threw an arm around Chase as he helped him walk toward the bushes. Chase trying not to stare as the thick meaty-cock and equally hefty balls that Grant pulled out the side of his shorts. He pulled the skin back off the plump bell-shaped head and started to piss. He shook himself off after he finished and motioned to Chase that he was ready to go. He didn't cover himself up and his cock bounced atop his hairless balls as he hopped along.

Chase got him settled, got out his water bottle and offered it to Grant.

"Uh, you gonna leave that thing hanging out?" Chase asked, pointing at Grant's bared crotch.

Grant looked between his spread legs. The soft tube laying across his thigh thickened.

"Does it bother you?" Grant asked as he smiled up at Chase.

"Nah, in my line of work I've seen my share of naked studs running around up here. Jacking off in the great outdoors-seems to be a favorite pastime for a lot of guys. Seen plenty of guys pumping their dicks...joined a few of them, too."

Both men watched as Grant's long cock slowly arced up until it was standing hard and thick. The meaty head bulged out the foreskin. Grant looked from his throbbing dick up to Chase, smiling. He took of his shirt and balled it up, using it as a cushion against the log he leaned on. Chase stood beside him massaging the mound in his crotch.

"Take it out." Grant said.

"Take what out?" Chase teased him.

"What looks to me like about eight inches of big, hairy stud-cock."

Chase's shorts dropped.

"Holy Shit!!"

"You like these? Chase stood proudly wearing the stained jockeys. "Got these the other day off some horny little fuck-boy. He pumped 'em full of sweet boy-cum, twice. Then I filled them with a few loads of spunk just thinking 'bout his hot lips sucking my dick. Well don't just sit there, get your face in my stinking crotch, boy."

Grant reached up and pulled Chase to him. He mouthed the heavy mound, sucked the fat cock-head through the cotton.

"Oh yeah," Chase urged him on, "suck on my big greasy mushroom. You taste that leaking jizz. Oh suck it, yeah, lick those sweaty balls. C'mon, eat my dick, baby, suck that long, stud-cock clean." Chase pulled away from him. He slipped out of the shorts and jockeys.

"Roll over, boy. I wanna see your ass." He slapped the hairy mounds. "You got a hungry ass, boy? Yeah, your big hot ass is just made for a man to fuck, ain't it? Spread those legs, let me see your hole." Chase spread the muscular cheeks of his ass. He ran his finger back and forth along the cleft then concentrated on the puckered ring. He spit into his hand and flicked at the tight opening, loosening it. He bent over to run his tongue along the crack. He held Grant's balls, pulling on them as he tongue-fucked the asshole. He pulled Grant's cock up between his legs. Grant scrambled to his knees. Chase slurped the head of Grant's cock and sat up.

"You want it fuck-boy? You want me to climb on and stick it in...pumping you full of hot man-cum!" Chase, stroking his stiff cock, lubed it with another mouthful of saliva and the fluid oozing out his piss-slit. He leaned forward, aimed at the wrinkled hole and pushed his cock- head through. He eased another inch or so in then stopped, letting Grant get used to his invading fuck-pole. He slid in further until Grant screamed.

"Agh, "screamed Grant, "Shit, slow down. You're too fucking big!"

"Take it fucker!" Chase bellowed at him as he slammed his cock in to the balls and stopped.

Sweat poured down Grant's face as his adjusted to the over-sized dick stretching his ass. Chase wrapped his arms around his chest, massaging the beefy pecs, pinching the nipples til they stood out. Gradually he eased his prick out and back in, increasing the rhythm.

He sank backwards resting on his heels, pulling Grant with him. Grant bounced up and down on the swollen cock, fucking himself with it. Chase reached between Grant's powerful thighs to the man's limp dick. He rolled the foreskin between his fingers, stretching and pulling the loose skin. The flaccid organ expanded, filling his hand. He squeezed the swollen cock.

"You like that baby? You like my big hard dick filling your hungry man-hole? C'mon, grind that ass, boy, take it, take it all...clear to my balls!"

"Oh yeah, fuck me, buddy, fuck my ass! Oh shit, your cock's so big, fuck me! Gonna cum soon, fuckin' yeah. Jack my dick, ohhh, gonna shoot,. Squeeze my nuts hard! Gonna cum, gonna...."

Chase had the base of Grant's solid shaft gripped between his thumb and first finger of his hand. The other fingers gripped the bulky nut-sac. He reached for the discarded jockey shorts and held them against Grant's face. Grant inhaled deeply, smelled the pungent aroma. His straining cock bulged, a thick geyser of spunk shot in the air. Chase held the crumpled jockey's to the spitting dick as Grant pumped out his cum-load.

Chase pulled out of Grant's ass and roughly shoved him over. He straddled Grant's heaving chest and pounding his raging cock he showered Grant's face with his frothy cock-juice. The camera closed in on the heavy dick- head, a long strand of jizz oozing out, dripping slowly onto Grant's outstretched tongue.

"Enjoying the show?" A voice from the dark asked?

I look over at the bottom of the staircase just as my captor stepped forward. He stood, tight white tee-shirt straining against his muscled chest, hard cock bulging under a pair of jockey's that had more stains than the one in the movie.

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