Trucker's Hitchhiker Cardgame Leads To Gay Sex Encounter
I was going through the weigh station outside of Knoxville, Tennessee one night, when another driver got on the horn, looking for a south- bound. He had a hiker heading to New Orleans, and he was going to Denver. I was going to Jackson, and agreed to take the hiker that far. We stopped and he got in my truck. Brown curly hair swept across his face, and his body was firm and compact. He was 18 years old and this had been his first time away from home. He was anxious to get home, and I was anxious to drop my load.
I was pushing hard when he said he needed a piss stop. Told him no way, and handed him the Gatorade bottle I keep behind my seat.
"What's this for?"
"Whip it out, jam it in the bottleneck, and cut loose."
He opened his zipper, dug around inside, and proceeded to UNROLL his cock. Even in the dim light from the dashboard, I could see one helluva long piece of meat, thick with pulsing veins. He stuck it in the bottle, filled it once, drained it, and filled it again. I had a hard time keeping the truck on the road--I couldn't take my eyes off his cut cocktool.
since I'm not the type to kiss-and-tell, I'll let you guess at his name (well, OK, suck-and-tell is a little different, but I'm still not going to identify him). I will say that he is in his early thirties, married, and bi, and described himself as being about 5'7" or so, maybe 150 pounds, brown-haired, hairy-chested and fairly well-hung.
Since there were four girls and five boys, I ended up being the one assigned to a room with a stranger. He was called Chris, and he was the hottest thing I had ever seen. We spent the first hour until the evening meal just chatting and settling in. He told me about his girlfriend, Victoria, and how she was in the next room, but they weren't allowed to share due to conference rules.
I made a quick check, none ot the booths were occupied since it was a bit early, so I decided to just wait it out. This place had a big room on one side, no doors, and no videos, just a very dark room where sometimes guys would just let it all hang out and wait for a cocksucker to come and do his thing. As I went through the door, my eyes caught sight of a real hunk slouched in the doorway.
I had known some of the players as I played with them before hanging my skates up for good, so I ended up going and watching them play from time to time. After the games, I would sometimes head out to the bar to hang out with them as the either celebrated their win or drowned their sorrows after a loss. Anyways, before I start my story any further let me tell you a bit about me.
Sometimes I am worried that I am growing old before my time, because I am so levelheaded. That is why it came as a total surprise to me when I was encouraging an acting student of mine to leave college and seek a professional acting/modeling career. He was one of the few genuine people I've met in this business. I could tell he had enough natural talent to take him far.
About two decades ago, I was a young Boatswain's Mate on a relatively small ship (about 3000 tons) in the USCG. Our deployments often took us out for as long a three months, and so a considerable degree of horniness was attained by the crew at large. However, a system had emerged. Not that I didn't catch a couple anyway.
It was late and we just finished putting the tent up. We were getting ready to go to sleep when my friend went to close the tent windows and he was wearing nothing and he was very hard. I was in my sleeping bag and just seeing him got me very hard. He was just walking around the tent not saying to much.
My boyfriend is called Jack, also 18, although he is small and thin, his baby face and mousy hair making him appear to be no older than 14. Nobody in the world, however, could be cuter than Jack. Now, my story begins with Jack and I returning to our flat after a long day walking about town. Without a word, I moved over towards where he was sitting on the sofa and knelt down in front of him.
It always seemed wrong, like exploitation. But now that it's happened to me. I was in LA to meet a young law intern whom I had supervised the previous summer at our law firm. He was a bright-brilliant young kid-eager, top-rate, great writer. Now, Dave, who reminded me of the TV actor Dean Cain (formerly Superman), was now doing an internship at a law firm in LA.
The big farmer slid into the cab while I jumped onto the back. We drove the short distance to the hay barn. Maruis backed the truck into the hay barn just as the first drops of rain landed on the windshield. Then the heavens opened. I climbed up into the passenger sear beside the farmer. "Thanks, Georg! I'd have never got it in dry without your help". He grinned his appreciation. My first.
I had been there about a year and had about a year to go. My girlfriend and I were going through some hard times, she was back home in Missouri and was going through the whole separation anxiety thing, I guess. I was doing just fine. I'm a Sergeant in the Air Rescue unit so I'm stacked. I'm about 6 foot 3 inches, Wide shoulders and extremely toned. I had heard it was fucking hot.
I learned that he had no girlfriend, liked riding around on trucks, and would like to ride around more often.
"You could get into trouble."
"How?"
"What if he wanted you to, say, perform sexually for him?"
Kevin shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I guess I could let him suck me off."
I stopped just south of Birmingham to grab a sandwich. As we got back in the truck I thought, now's my chance.
"Kevin, how would you like your first blowjob."
He looked startled. "I-I don't know," he stammered.
"Get back in that sleeper and get your pants down." He climbed into the sleeper, and I heard the clinking of his belt buckle.
I lifted the sleeper curtain. Peering into the darkness of the cabin, I saw that while he had pushed his pants down to his ankles, his underwear was still in place, his shirt was not pulled up, and he had an arm across his eyes. His body trembled slightly. While his underwear encased his gorgeous piece of meat, I could see no "interest." I clambered in.
Kevin lifted his arm and looked at me. "You ain't gonna hurt me?"
I smiled. "Not a bit." He covered his eyes again and sighed.
I pulled up his shirt, exposing his chest and abdomen. My tongue started making trails up toward his nipples when his other hand stopped me.
"You wanna do it, fine. But that's all you do."
"OK." I said.
My tongue traced his cock through his underwear, gently slobbering around the tip. With my teeth I tugged his underwear down, slowly freeing his cock, which fell on his belly. I gobbled it into my mouth, and a soft moan escaped Kevin's lips. Quickly his tool stiffened to steel, filling my mouth and edging its way down my throat. His balls, swollen heavy with anticipation, pulled up tight. I started piston-- sucking his tool, my tongue dancing wildly around the head and along the underside.
Kevin squirmed and moaned again. He pushed my head down deep into his crotch, his dickhead now exploring my throat. His soft pubic hairs tickled my nose and lips, while his tool throbbed and swelled.
Without warning, Kevin screamed, and I lunged as deep as I could, as his boy/manmeat blasted stream after stream of hot jism down my throat. He shook wildly, and I hung on tight, wanting every last drop of his sweet juice. Drained, his body went limp on the bed, but I did not let go. His tool softened slightly, and as it did, I wiggled my tongue along the base of his cock and across his balls. He whimpered.
"What are you doing?" he asked. Without letting go, my tongue started gently massaging his cock to another erection. At the same time I pushed his underwear down to his ankles, and unbuttoned his shirt.
"What are you doing?" I giggled, and undid my pants while he hardened again in my mouth. Grabbing the base of his tool with my hand, I came up for air. "that first one was too easy." I said. "Just relax and enjoy round two."
He lifted his head. "You ain't gonna do anything weird, are you?"
"I already have. But now that you know how good it is, get your clothes off, and let's both really enjoy it!" Kevin agreed, and I gobbled his dick back into my mouth while he wriggled out of his shirt and kicked his pants and underwear off. I sucked him a few times, and then came away.
"Hey!" he yelped.
"Grab it!" I said sternly. Kevin grabbed his cock and started pumping it while my tongue explored his ballsac. I flicked his balls lightly, and then drew them in, first one, then both. Kevin moaned and pumped harder. My hands roamed everywhere: his chest, his nipples, his knees, his flank.
Kevin squirmed and whispered "Play with my nipples. Oooohhhhh, that feels so good!" Still sucking his balls, I played with first one nipple, then the other, and he whimpered with pleasure. When he started getting close, I pulled away from his chest, let his balls slide out of my mouth, and sat up. Three more jerks, and Kevin screamed as the first shot went over his head and hit the wall. Two more followed. Kevin's body spasmed and a scream erupted from his throat as he spent himself for the second time. He fell back panting.
My own meat was now rock hard and begging for release. While Kevin still enjoyed the euphoria of orgasm, I quickly got my pants off. I pumped my cock a few times, and Kevin opened his eyes. "That was incredible!" he whispered.
"It ain't over yet." I whispered back, taking him into my mouth again.
He groaned. "I don't know..." he started, but his cock was already hardening again. When it was fully hard again, I slobbered over it excessively, then pulled off, holding it with my hand. Moving quickly, I swung over him, sat down, and rammed it up my ass.
"Huh?" he grunted. I sat down as hard as I could, and felt his beefy tubesteak ram deep inside of me. I bounced once, then again.
"What the-!" he gasped.
"Shut up and fuck me!" I shouted, raising up slightly.
He got the hint, and started banging my buns with full force. Each thrust plowed deeper into my begging butt. It wasn't long before I felt his cock swell again. Kevin started thrashing wildly, planting his cock deep into me and screaming at the top of his lungs. I felt a warm glow where he shot his third load deep into me.
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH GGGGOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!" he screamed. At that moment my own cock exploded, and sent streams of white puddles across his chest. Kevin literally passed out. I lay down on top of him, smearing my cum over both our chests, spent.
Shortly after, I cleaned us both up, and left him sleeping while I drove the rest of the way into Jackson. At the truckstop I woke him up, bought him lunch, and helped him get a ride on in to New Orleans. Not a word was said about what happened, but I could tell from his minor limp and his shadowy grin that he had indeed enjoyed himself.
I prefer the shy nice-looking "geek-type", they really get me revved up. I never really had any social problems in school. I was a little quiet compared to the jocks that had big heads and big mouths; neither of which were ever put to use in something really worthwhile, if you know what I mean. I could take care of myself, I'm a big guy at 5'8" and 170 pounds of beef and muscle.
Since there were four girls and five boys, I ended up being the one assigned to a room with a stranger. He was called Chris, and he was the hottest thing I had ever seen. We spent the first hour until the evening meal just chatting and settling in. He told me about his girlfriend, Victoria, and how she was in the next room, but they weren't allowed to share due to conference rules.
It seems that I always enjoyed the thrill of being by myself and being very free to do whatever I wanted to. This especially applied to the dangerous and exciting world of live rock and roll. I was especially looking forward to the concert tonight. They both were over six feet tall and had short hair.
Male and female pre-humans. They looked pretty human to me, but it was obvious in their mannerisms that they weren't quite homosapiens. Our farm was a pretty nice one. We bred a variety of animals and pre-humans. This particular pair, though, had just been shipped in from a farm belonging to family friends. They were about as close to human as you would get.
We happened upon a castle which appeared deserted; though night was falling no candles glimmered from its window-slits, and my quick ears caught no sound for miles around. There was no moat or drawbridge, but a high archway with a tall iron gate that lay open, swinging slowly on its ancient hinges. We dismounted and let our horses stray in the inner courtyard while we entered the keep.
For the record, it was not *the* military academy, the one located over the Hudson River outside New York City, but it was *a* military academy. As this is a work of fiction, it matters not which one it was, but if there are other graduates of this institution, they might recognize the location based on some of the incidents.
I saw Stevie's terrified stare as he watched me inch my way closer to the toy car in the middle of the dark hallway. I looked down at my size seven sneakers that no longer wanted to move. "Do it Artieor you're sleeping in the hall tonight!!" Carl demanded from what seemed like a mile away. My body began to shiver even harder as Carl kept fucking me.
Not as many now as there used to be before they introduced all these hi-tech ideas, but enough to keep the industry going. Of course I go to all the pubs and clubs just in case I get lucky, but I get more from my favourite "Gents" than I do from them. That's more sex, in case you were wondering! Yes SEX in all its sucking, fucking, slurping glory. I reached out and took it in my ha.
I got there early, the auto center was open before the stores opened. I was stuck waiting in the mall with the early morning "mall walkers". A strange group of johnny-come-lately health nuts, there on doctors' orders. Sort of an all-American McDonald's kid type. "Intense. " I liked his teen talk.
Paul and Grant are both young broadway stars in a secret relationship. On a vacation cruise they come across this African-American 18 year old that needs a place to stay after his dad found out he is gay and threw him out of his room.
I gather the most pleasure from having a nice hard cock in my mouth and a man forcing me to suck it. To understand why this is you have to look at where it all began. It all began when I was just thirteen. I spent the summers with my mom at our cottage in the valley. The cover read "Slaves to Cock".
Sure, there was really no rush at the bookstore, with an amazing two people in the store at the time -- myself and the owner -- but it was the 23rd of December and the roads were packed with cars doing their Christmas shopping. I chose a transsexual DVD that was a steal, paid the owner/clerk, and left for home.
Since I worked during the day I took night classes and on this night I attended my Humanities class, when class was over I didn't feel like going home so I stopped by the liquor store and picked up a six pack of beer. I went driving around going nowhere in particular, and soon found myself way out of town.
When the doors closed, the remaining beers had to be drunk, and soft drinks and coffee were served. The door closing had a peculiar effect on the crowd, and one hot, late-summer night when I was there listening to my friend John, the DJ, things got a little out of hand. Out of hand and out of pants.
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