Date: Sun, 10 Jul 2016 16:17:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Truck Stop 49 (Gay/Beginnings, oral, anal, M/M

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explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between
consenting underage boy and adult males...  If this type of
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                    Truck Stop on 49
                          By
                         Wolf

	As a boy I had sucked my father's and younger
brother's cocks.  When I reached puberty I learned that it was
not considered cool for a guy to suck cock.  I eventually
thought I was in love with a nice girl and got married.  I did
my best to be a husband for five years, and luckily we didn't
have any children.  I had my sperm tested and found out that
I was very fertile.  It was my wife that turned out to have a
medical problem that prevented her from conceiving.  We
eventually agreed to separate.  Shortly after the divorce I
found out that I had a strong desire for sex with men if not
boys'.

	The problem was in the Midwest in the 80's exposing
your homosexuality could be disastrous.  It would ruin my
reputation, and carrier.  Some rednecks would think nothing
of using a baseball bat on me.  Men have been known to be
killed because they were gay.  I struggled with ways to find
out where I could hook up with other men like me.

	I overheard a couple of guys talking about the rest stop
on Highway 49 being a fag hangout.  It took me a few days to
work up the nerve to drive out to the rest stop on one stormy
spring evening.  I had fortified myself with enough alcohol to
be tipsy after work before driving out there.  I had never been
in a rest stop restroom before, but my perceived notions
were confirmed.

	The cinderblock building had a concrete floor that was
covered with damp toilet paper, smelled of piss and a Lysol
disinfectant.  The wall to the left of the entrance was lined
with stainless steel sinks and mirrors.  The far wall had a row
of stainless steel urinals.  The back wall contained the toilet
stalls.  I surveyed the surroundings before approaching the
last toilet stall.  I sat on the toilet without taking down my
pants and waited to see if I could score.

	While I waited I checked out the stall.  The wall to the
neighboring stall had what I knew was called a 'Glory Hole,'
and the walls were covered with graffiti.  There were crude
drawings of men sucking cocks or getting buggered, along
with dirty limericks, and phone numbers.  There were enough
gaps in the door that made it possible to see most men
coming and going.

	It was starting to thunder outside and it was black as
pitch.  I had the place to myself for enough time that I
thought my watch had stopped.  Then I heard the air brakes
in the parking lot that told me a big rig diesel was parking.  A
few minutes later I heard the sound of high heeled boots
entering the restroom.  When I looked it turned out to be a
tall man about six-foot two.  He was wearing tight fitting
jeans with custom made cowboy boots, western shirts with
pearl snaps and a blue baseball cap with the white star of the
Dallas Cowboys.  He approached the urinal, and his back was
to me as he pulled out his tool and pissed.

	When he finished he turned to face the stall I was in
with his cock sticking out.  Obviously he could see my shores
under the partition door.  He was sporting the largest cock I
had ever seen to this day.  It was hinging out of his jeans
more than 8-inches long and was as thick as a can of
Budweiser, and was UNCUT!!!

	The top of his shirt was open at the neck and I could
see plenty of dark hair's telling me that he was a true bear.
As he approached my stall he casually started stroking that
magnificent cock.  When he was in front of my stall he placed
a hand on the door and pushed.

	The gap between the door that frame was enough that
only a small portion of the bolt holding it in place, so the door
opened with no problem.  He didn't ask me if I wanted to
suck his cock.  He simply stuck his cock in my face.

	Even with all of my experience of suck my father and
little brother it was a strain getting his cock in my mouth.  He
was one of those guys that bath in 'Old Spice' after shave.
That smell would linger with me for a long time.  I had never
sucked the cock of a man with foreskin before.  I discovered
with my tongue that under the foreskin was something called
head cheese.  A bitter tasting scum of piss, cum and dead
skin.  It also reminded me of the taste of my ex-wife's pussy.
The man placed his hands on the back of my head and fucked
my mouth until he came in my mouth.  He continued using
my mouth until he had a second orgasm.

	That was the start of me being a truck stop whore.  I
eventually allowed men to fuck my ass.  On occasion I would
date two men at a time.  That way I could suck cock and get
fucked at the same time.



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