What I Was Waiting For

I was hitching to Denver from Tulsa, and my last ride had put me out on the west bound highway at an interchange about midnight. Traffic was so light, that it didn't exist at that time of night, and it was starting to sprinkle rain, with flashes of lighting illuminating a heavy bank of clouds told me it was about to do more than sprinkle. There was nothing I could do but trudge along on the verge of the highway, and hope for the best. I was tired, and decided to try to find some cover to get some rest.

The night was pitch black except for the flashes of lightning in the distance, but I thought that I'd eventually come to a culvert or overpass or something, and kept walking. Gradually, I became aware of low voices. It sounded like they were somewhere ahead of me, and I began to wonder if there was a car somewhere ahead in the dark with its lights off. I kept walking.

As I got closer to the source of the talking, I realized it must be the culvert I'd been hoping for to get out of the rain. As I stepped onto the bridge over it, I could see a dim flicker of firelight below me dimly illuminating the area under the bridge. I could hear the voices a little better, and stood listening for a moment. It sounded like two men talking in low tones.

"Oh man that feels good." The voice was breathy.

"You like that huh? The second voice was also a bit breathy. Curious, I quietly made my way down the embankment until I could see under the bridge. What I saw was both a shock and a turnon. My dick reacted before I think I totally realized what I was looking at.

One of the men was on his knees in the dirt under the bridge, and had his pants down around his ankles. The second man was naked totally, except for his shoes. He was bent over behind the first man, and was rubbing his big thick cock head over the knealing man's asshole. I started rubbing my own responding cock through my levis. I'd never seen anything like it except in my imagination. It was a scene I'd thought about many times while I had pulled a load out of my stiff cock.

At the time, I was nineteen, and while not what you would call especially muscular, had done my share of hard work on my uncle's wheat ranch in Colorado, where I'd been headed for the summer when this happened. My dark hair and blue eyes, had proven to be attractive to several guys, but I never had the nerve to try anything with any of them.

The two I was watching now, both seemed to be young. A little older than me maybe, but not by much. The one on his knees, was dark like me, and I could see a tan line around his hips where he'd gone shirtless in the sun. I took him for a farm worker like me. He looked more muscular than the guy behind him, but seemed just a normal working stiff rather than a muscle builder type. He groaned as the guy behind him began to hump his ass, while he held onto his lean buns with two big rugged hands.

I moved to the left a little, to get a better view, and could see the head of his thick cock was slipping into the knealing man's hole. The guy doing the fucking was hard and thin, his arms were covered with tattoos, and his muscles were tight and bunched. His hair was shaggy, like he hadn't had a haircut in a while. In the fire light, it looked light colored, but I couldn't be sure. The knealing man groaned again, and the man behind him. pushed into him until his thick cock had vanished. They locked together for a minute both of them breathing hard. My cock felt like it would blow a load in my pants if I didn't do something about giving it some air.

"You ready man?" the fucker hissed to the knealing man.

"Umm." was all he managed. The fucker pulled his thick cock out until just the head was still lodged in the other's asshole, and then stroked back in deep.

" Jeez-us fuck!" the knealing man shouted.

"That hurt bud?"

"No man. It don't hurt. Just put it to me. I need a good fuck." With that, the fucker began a slow piston into and out of the tight hole he was fucking. I could hear the gentle slapping of their thighs together as I pulled my zipper down and hauled out my bone. I was already oozing clear liquid, and wiped a gob off and licked my fingers. As the fucker picked up speed, I started to match his strokes with my fist on my hot flesh. My breath was coming in quiet gasps, as was the man's on his knees.

The fucking strokes increased in speed, and finally, the fucker's hips were pounding the knealing man's thighs and butt cheeks with loud slaps of flesh on flesh. He began to groan and threw his head back letting his long hair fall down his back. In the firelight, his body began to glisten as he broke into a sweat. The knealing man was taking the fuck like a champ, and every now and then he would push back onto the big cock in his ass, and wiggle his butt around. He too had broken into a sweat. He had started jerking his own hidden cock with his left fist, and after several minutes, I saw his cum arc out onto the ground in front of him. The smell of his funk set me off, and I shot several long squirts of cream into the dust under the bridge. The fucker continued to rock in and out of his bud's hole, and then without warning, I saw him go stiff, and began suddering as he emptied his nuts into his friend.

I put my now soft cock back in my pants, and zipped up, just as a low roll of thunder boomed in the distance. I retreated up the embankment and started walking off into the night. The rain had stopped while I was under the bridge, and in the distance I could see headlights coming my way. I stuck out my thumb, not even hoping the truck would stop. When it did, I ran to the passenger side, and climbed up on the running board. The driver was rolling down the window.

"What you doin' out here on a night like this boy?" He was a man about my dad's age, wearing a t shirt, and levis like me. "Get in. I don't have all night. Got to get to Denver by eight in the morning." I climbed in, and slammed the door shut as he started shifting through gears getting back up to speed. It wasn't too far down the road, before he leaned over toward me and put his big beefy hand on my thigh. I didn't push it off, and he left it there, a grin spreading on his face.

When he removed it finally, it was to pull the zipper down on his levis, and let his thick vein covered cock out for some air. He stroked it a bit while I watched in the dim light from the dash. It looked to be about seven inches long, and watching him play with himself like that made mine go hard on me as well. I pulled mine out, and his grin got bigger as he took looks at it away from his concentration on the road.

"You play with these things boy?" He grinned at me, showing a bit of tongue between his teeth.

"Just mine. Haven't tried it with anybody else."

"You want to try playing with mine?" He spread his legs, and I realized he must have put the big truck on cruise control. I nodded. "Then slide over here and have some fun."

I'd never imagined having my fist around another man's dick could be so exciting. He leaned as far back as the bench seat allowed, and I leaned in to have a good look at his cock. It was thick and covered with veins that were rigid with blood that had pumped him up hard. The big purple glans was covered in precum, and it was running over the flaired edge onto my fist.

"You ever suck one off?"

"No sir."

"Name's Jack. Why don't you give it a try. It won't bite you. You can spit out anything you don't like. Won't bother me none." I jacked on Jack's cock for a few minutes while he drove and enjoyed the feelings. My hand was covered in precum, and I decided to try it. I let go for a moment and licked the oozing mess off my knuckles. I was surprised that it had no particular flavor. Just like mine, which I'd tasted earlier, and several times before.

"How's that taste son." I just nodded, too struck dumb with what I was doing to speak. "lick it off my dick, why don't you?" I did as I was told, and liked the velvet feel of his glans on my tongue. He humped a little, and tried to push his cock head into my mouth. I closed my teeth against it, and let him bump my mouth a few times.

"Come on boy. Open up for ol' Jack. I need a good blow job tonight." I looked up at his face, and could see the pleading expression in his eyes. I decided to go for it. As he said if I didn't like his cum in my mouth, I could spit it out. I licked his cock head some more, but gradually let him push his dick into my mouth a little further with each hump of his butt. I couldn't believe I was sucking a man's cock. I liked it more than I thought I would. My own cock was hard and straining to cum again. I started jerking on myself and bobbing up and down on his dick.

"Oh man that feels good," Jack moaned. We must have driven fifteen miles with me sucking him for all I was worth before he laid a big hand on the top of my head, and pushed me down further while he humped up harder.

"Suck that spunk down! Here it comes boy!" I felt his cock throb in my throat, and suddenly, my throat and mouth was being filled with thick jets of cream. I gagged, but tried to swallow. He whined a bit, and shivered, sending another spurt or two into my mouth. He finally relaxed his grip on my head, and let his hips fall back to the bench seat. I sat up pulling off his softening cock, tasting my first load of cum. I liked it better than I imagined I would.

"Man oh man that felt fine." We drove through the night for some time in silence, both of us feeling good about the blow job. Finally I had to ask.

"Was I any good at it?"

"Well, I've had a few better than that, but it was good. You ever been sucked off?"

"No. I've been asked few times to let guys do it, but I never had the nerve."

"You need to be anywhere in the morning in Denver?"

"No. I'm headed for my uncle's wheat ranch, but the won't expect me until I get there. They know I'm hitchin'."

"I've got this load of car parts to drop at eight if I'm on schedule and the traffic ain't too bad in town, then I'm going to check into a motel for some rest. I'd be pleased if you would think about spending some time with me. I'd like to give you your first taste of a blow job." I just shrugged, not knowing what to say.

The drop off of the trailer took about thirty minutes, and Jack drove the bobtail rig to a diner near the depot, and we had a good Denver omlet for breakfast, and several cups of coffee. Afterward, he rented a room in the Lazy 8 motel, and we both took hot showers separately, because the stall wasn't big enough for both of us at the same time. I went first, and was laying on the bed with my six inch bone when he came out of the bathroom totally nude. His big cock and set of balls were soft and clean. I reached for his package, and he reached for mine, getting on the bed on his knees. He wasted no time in going to town on my stiffness, and his warm velvet mouth felt like the best sort of pussy I'd ever imagined.

"Let's do a sisty-nine, he mumbled around my dick in his mouth."

"What's that," I asked. He pulled off with a big grin on his face.

"You do me the same time I do you." I got the idea fast, and once we were reversed, and I was facing his still limp cock and soft balls, he had me back in his mouth sucking me good. I opend up and took one of his big balls in my mouth and heard him moan. I sucked on it for a little bit, then let it plop out and took the other one in.

They felt big and hard with cum in his soft sack. His cock had begun to stir a little, so I let the second ball drop out, and took his shaft into my mouth. I started to suck, and handle his wet balls with my fingers. I felt him do the same to mine, but then I felt him put a finger on my assbud and push a little.

It was too tight to let him in, but I felt him wipe some spit off my cock, and put it on my bud again. This time, when he pushed, he slipped in a little way. I nearly jumped off the bed, but instead, I pushed back on his finger hard, forcing him to push it in further.

"Man are you ever hot for it," he said, pulling off my cock. "You want me to fuck your little virgin hole for you?"

I just nodded, never releasing his dick from my mouth.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and sat up on the edge of the bed. He rummaged around in the kit he'd brought into the room with him, and pulled out a tube of something. He squeezed a dollop of clear liquid out of the tube onto the head of his dick. He laid back down on his back, and held his stiff cock vertically with his fist.

"You better get up here and sit on me. That way you can control me entering you and if it hurts, you can get off quicker. But I warn you now, if it goes in, I'm going to fuck your little butt hole hard. I ain't had a virgin in years. Not since I was in the service, and did another private while we was on a weekend pass."

I got up on his stomach, and put my hands on his hard pecks. I raised my ass in the air, and felt him position himself at my hole. I felt the cool liquid on the head of his cock, slicking the way, and as the pressure mounted on my hole, he slipped in a little. I let out a little groan, but didn't pull off him with the stab of pain I felt.

"Good boy. Now just relax, and let me slide in slow like." I did, and felt him finding his way into my guts. It felt incredible. Once I was resting on his pube mound, feeling his wiry pubic hair scratching my cheeks, he sighed. I laid down on his chest, feeling full of his cock. We stayed like that for a while until I felt all the pain go away. He began to hump me a little, and at first, the pain returned, but after a few short strokes, it vanished into a welter of feelings I had never experienced before. I was being fucked by a man, and loving it.

Jack whispered in my ear that if I was ready for it he was going to roll me over and get on top so he could fuck me properly. I held tightly to his muscular neck, and rolled with him without losing his cock out of my ass. Once in the new position, he began to hump into me and stroke my guts with the big flaring head of his long cock. I loved the sensations he was giving me.

I sighed, and reached through his legs to finger where his this shaft was entering my body, feeling it slide through my fingers on the slick liquid he had used on his cock. It felt wonderful. He fucked me hard, and then he fucked me soft, making the fuck last as long as possible. When he began to get close he was breathing heavily, and his body had erupted in a thin sweat as had mine. My own cock was mashed between us, and my belly and his were slick with my precum.

Jack suddenly pushed into my guts hard, and I felt his cock begin to throb. He was suddenly kissing me, forcing his tongue into my mouth while he came in my guts. With the increased pleasure and pressure of his hard thrusts, I felt myself trip over the edge, and sprayed our collective bellies with my cum. There must have been half a dozen squirts before I finished.

He finally stiffened, and finished what he had started, and then slowly pulled out of me. Then he leaned down and began eating my cum off my belly. I squirmed with the pleasure of his tongue working over my skin. Once I was clean, I returned the favor, and licked my own spunk off his hairy belly. He moaned while I did it, and put his hands on my head.

We slept after that, but did the whole thing over again when we woke up in the late afternoon. My hole was a little sore from the earlier ramming, but I wouldn't have missed the second fuck for anything. After that, we went out to grab a bite to eat, and later in the room again, I got to fuck Jack's tight butt hole.

That summer, I hooked up with Elvin, another hand on my uncle's wheat ranch, and we used to climb up to the tops of the big silos where we could find a little privacy, and fuck each other senseless while all the fat little grain stuffed mice watched the two naked boys have at each other's holes like they were starving.

Elvin wasn't as big as Jack, but he did fine. By the time I got back to school in the fall, I knew what I wanted for myself, and it wasn't the wife and kids my folks expected. I told them over the Christmas break that year, and then introduced them to Bill, my room mate and lover.

Bill didn't last out the rest of the year, but he was replaced with another Jack, and then there was David, with the biggest cock I've ever seen on a man. Dave and I have been together ever since, and that is all that counts.

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written by sintitulo