Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 05:42:04 -0400
From: Rocco Talespinner <roccotalespinner@gmail.com>
Subject: Vince's Erotic Adventures. Part II: Spring Break in Florida

My first year of college was turning out to be great, but in the second
term I began to look forward to Spring Break. My cousin who was two years
older had been in touch and told me he and a bunch of buddies were planning
to rent a house at the beach in Florida and why didn't I just come on down,
as his guest. Since he had fucked me for two years before he went off to
college I was under no illusion about what kind of guest he intended me to
be, even though he didn't say so. Frankly, to me that was the most
appealing part of the invitation, but since I had no extra money the free
part was especially attractive. However, one problem remained, namely
getting there. I made an appeal to my dad for funds but he did not feel
flush enough to shell out that kind of money. However, being an
understanding and sympathetic dad he turned resourceful and what he came up
with was a hitch with a trucker friend of his who was gonna be making a run
to Florida and back at exactly the right dates.

So my dad dropped me off at the truck depot where the guy was being
assigned his rig. Given that it was to be a totally casual holiday I wore
only short cutoffs, a wife beater, and Converse high tops, and brought
along a very small bag. The trucker was a big friendly guy, probably late
40s, in jeans and an open plaid shirt, so I figured he would be OK to
travel with, no matter what came up. We got in the rig and I settled down
in the passenger seat as we took off. Tooling down the highway in an
18-wheeler, high above the road, it gave me a sense of being on top of the
world. It was also a good vantage point for checking out the truckers
driving from the opposite direction. We talked some but not all the time,
although the trucker did turn to look at me from time to time. After awhile
he told a few dirty jokes, I guess to sound me out, and that led to remarks
and questions about sex. As you know from my last story, at 19 I was tall,
muscular, with hairy chest, arms, and legs, as well as a day-old stubble,
so I guess he thought I was man enough to be into sex on an easy basis.

After about two hours of driving on an interstate he pulled into a large
rest stop and parked at the far end of the line of rigs. I assumed we were
gonna get out for a restroom break, but he turned to me and grinned, "You
didn't suppose this was gonna be a free ride, did you? Well, it's time to
make the first installment on the payback." I thought "Uh oh!" but as you
know I had been into sex with my uncle and cousin for quite some time, so I
was not put off or panicked. He said nothing more but unzipped his jeans
and pulled them down enough to give free access to his cock and balls. To
be honest I had already wondered if this was not where the sex talk was
meant to lead; now I knew. And since the one thing for sure I did not want
was to be put out at a rest stop and left behind, I went with the program.

I bent over his crotch and inhaled its musky aroma, then licked his cock a
bit and began to suck it. He got stiff almost at once, clearly horny, and
within a matter of moments his hand was pressing down on the back of my
head and he was energetically fucking my face. His cock pressed into the
top of my throat and I began to gag. He let up a bit on the pressure but he
continued to fuck my face, occasionally making me gag some more. I moaned a
bit to make him feel it was OK what we were doing and he grunted and then
groaned. I was sucking as hard as I could to give him full satisfaction. He
clearly had not had sex for several days because he exploded in my mouth
very soon, with jet after jet of hot thick creamy jism. His cum was a
little gamey tasting but l managed to swallow it all with no trouble.

I figured this would be it, but he was not sated and he told me to crawl
into the bunk behind the seats. He pulled off my cutoffs and laid on top of
me, cock to cock, and then he raised my legs onto his shoulders and spat on
my asshole and rubbed it in. With his heady man smells and his hairy chest
he had me fully compliant, eager even for his penetration. Little did he
know how much I love to be fucked by a real man. As his cock slid deep
inside I moaned and wiggled my ass and he pressed in to the hilt. He fucked
me deep and slow for awhile, since he had already cum recently, but as he
got into it his pace got faster and his thrusts went deeper and harder. He
was calling me faggot cunt and pussy slut bitch and stuff like that which
excited me to urge him to fuck me harder, deeper. Before long he was really
pounding my ass and I was going wild, swiveling my ass and constricting my
sphincter to milk his cock. At last he exploded again, gasping and
grunting. Somehow I knew this was gonna be only the beginning of a long
trip.

As we made our way toward Florida he had me keep my face in his lap,
licking and sucking from time to time. We stopped every three hours or so
and he fucked me again. Then we both went to the john and I took my douche
with me and cleaned my ass out. There were always big horny truckers in
every men's room, eyeing me because I was so much younger and exuding sex,
masculine in the way that attracts alpha males. After I had done my
business my trucker sent me back to the rig. But when he returned each time
he had another big trucker in tow, usually a hairy guy in his 40s or 50s.
Each time it was made clear that I was to begin by sucking and rimming the
guy and then do anything else he wanted. Long story short, my trucker
pimped me out at three rest stops and I got face fucked and then rough
fucked by three amazingly horny truckers. Not that I cared how I got
another man; it was fun to have all these hot cocks. So by the time the
driver-trucker dropped me off in Florida I had sucked four dicks and been
fucked seven times, not counting riding with my face in the
driver-trucker's lap, licking and sucking, most of the way.

But as it turned out, all that was just the prelude to a memorable week and
a half, before I arrived at the place near the beach that my cousin and his
buddies had rented.

When I found it, my cousin met me at the door. He greeted me in the way he
always had when he was about to fuck me. So I knew at once that I was only
a brief shower away from giving this hot athletic dude some head and a
piece of ass. Hey, as an invited guest I intuitively knew that I was gonna
be the pussy for this party. No big deal; I had already been fucked so much
by my uncle and cousin and guys they provided that I knew the score. The
fact is that although I really am a very masculine guy I love being fucked,
the more the merrier. How much more, though, I could not have predicted:
the spring break had only begun. My cousin gave me a drink to relax me and
then took me to a back room and in a matter of minutes he was fucking me
like he had never had a piece of ass, like a hungry animal gone wild.
Before he had finished another guy showed up, a hugely beefy football
player type with a hairy chest and an average size cock who fed my mouth.
When my cousin finished this guy pulled out and moved around to my ass and
started to fuck me. Some sort of tag relay went on until my cousin called
time out and we all went to the beach, me wearing a bikini Speedo. I lay in
the sun and got a much needed sleep for just a couple of hours or so plus
the beginning of a great tan and a very distinct tan-line. Then it was back
into the cottage and the imposition of yet another college jock stud.

Mind you, I have nothing against college jock studs, but the way in which
they use and abuse a faggot lacks the intensely erotic interchange that one
has with a horny trucker. It's more a matter of fact fucking of an
available asshole, which I must confess mine most certainly was. At first
the parade of hard dicks that went into my ass was related to my cousin and
his buddies, but before long word got out on the beach that a faggot dude
was putting out (taking on all cummers, LOL) and soon a steady stream of
muscle studs was lined up to fuck me as hard as they could. Sore, yes, but
who minds sore when there is an endless supply of hard cocks that want to
ram your pussy ass? Truckers are my favorite for uninhibited fucking, but I
must say there was something refreshing about getting all these college
jocks and their super-hard cocks with big squirts of cum. I liked their
selfish arrogance and the rough treatment and humiliation. It was in the
midst of all this that an enormous linebacker, a hairy guy with a cock I
would estimate at 9 x 6 came along. Within minutes I was lying on top of
him riding his cock when a muscular tall guy with an even longer, skinny
dick arrived and mounted me from behind so that the two of them contrived
to fuck my asshole at the same time. Two hard cocks, pulsating in my ass at
the same time, one rubbing on the other, the two guys growling and
grunting, made me wild with desire.

To be sure, there were intermissions when my cousin declared a beach
session and we all left the cottage and I lay on the beach in my bikini
Speedo and slept. I was given something to eat from time to time and there
were drinks in abundance. Indeed, I was in an alcoholic daze almost the
whole time. And day after day there were horny guys lining up to fuck me.
Sometimes I was on all fours, getting fed with a cock at one end and being
rammed by another at the other. Or I might be lying on my back being
mounted while a guy hovered with his asshole over my lips or pushing his
cock into my pussy mouth. I didn't really care, because the fact of the
matter was that I was being had day and night. Tired jaws and sore asshole
were not the issue: I suffered from both, but I didn't mind, as long as an
endless succession of horny hung hard males wanted me to service them. I
was endlessly insulted verbally and many's the time I was led to the shower
to be pissed on and then washed down. I drank an awful lot of pee that week
as well.

When it was over there was a considerable sense of letdown, but also of
satisfied relief that I had enjoyed man-sex to the max. When I met with my
trucker-driver again he seemed to understand. I slept much of the way back
and he just left me alone. So I arrived back home rested enough to go back
to campus and attend to classes, which I thoroughly enjoyed, as if nothing
had happened. For the rest of the term I concentrated on fucking girls. But
I will never never never forget the sense of total fulfillment during that
Spring Break of my freshman year.