Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2005 16:53:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Sin Titulo <sintitulo2@yahoo.com>
Subject: What I Was Waiting For

The usual disclaimers apply.  This story contians
graphic sexual content between men.

What I Was Waiting For
By
Sintitulo

	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 illumnating 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
tatoos, 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
somethng 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 dop kit
he'd brought into the room with him, and pulled out a
tube of something, and a condom.  He rolled the rubber
over his throbbing cock, and then 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 butthole 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 errupted 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, holding
onto the now full condom.  He peeled it off his
wilting cock, and up ended it over the mess I'd made
between us.  He dropped the spent condom in the trash
can beside the bed, and then leaned down and began
eating our combined 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
butthole.
	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 senceless 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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