Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2010 23:18:25 -0500
From: Del DFWTEXAS <luckysuckers@gmail.com>
Subject: FINDING TRUCKERS USING A BLOW 'N GO STOP.
I WAS GLAD TO SEE THE RATHER RUN DOWN TRUCK STOP
AGAIN. PULLING IN, I NOTICED THEY HAD FRESHLY PAINTED ITS VERY HIGH SIGN,
AND TRIMMED IT IN NEON. THAT COST SOME MONEY. I PARKED BEHIND IT, WHERE
THE MENS ROOM WAS. AND I ALWAYS WENT IN THERE TO TAKE A LEAK AND SO I DID.
I SOON KNEW I WAS NOT ALONE IN THE DIM LIT WASHROOM. THERE WERE STILL FOUR
STALLS, AND DOORS THAT DIDNT STAY SHUT. THERE WAS A STRONG LYSOL ODOR TOO,
WITH A PERSISTENT HINT OF URINE. THERE WAS ONLY ONE BULB WORKING. THEN
BEFORE I FINISHED MY LEAK I HEARD A MAN GAG AND CLEAR HIS THROAT AND GAG
AGAIN. MY PETER BEGAN TO SWELL AND THE PISSING I WAS DOING STOPPED TO A
DRIP. I LEFT IT OUTSIDE MY FLY, PLAYING WITH IT SOME. I STOOD LISTENING FOR
MORE AND HEARD ANOTHER MAN'S GASPING. MY ERECTION BEGAN TO TAKE ON MORE
WEIGHT. THEN SOME ONE REACHED UP TO THE LONE LIGHT BULB AND TURNED IT OFF.
THAT GAVE ME A GOOD HARD ON. I WAS READY TO SUCK COCK MYSELF, AND FEED
SOMEONE. I STOOD STILL, ADMIRING THE BOLDNESS. AND THE SUCKING SOUNDS
RESUMED. THEY WERE LEISURELY BEING MADE BETWEEN GULPS, AND PETITION
RATTLING. I HEARD ANOTHER ORAL TRYST BEGIN WITH VOCAL ENCOURAGEMENT, TWO
MORE STALLS PAST THE FIRST ONE. ALL OF THEM MUST HAVE GLORY HOLES THEN, I
GUESSED. I DIDN'T FLUSH THE URINAL, BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO INTERRUPT MEN
WHO THOUGHT THEY WERE ALONE IN THE ROOM AGAIN. I STOOD TRANSFIXED AND
LISTENED TO THE MURMURS. THEY KNEW THEY HAD BUDS ENGAGING AND THEY WERE
ENJOYING THAT BROTHERHOOD. SO IT BEGAN A SOUND HERE, THEN THERE, AND IT
CONTINUED SENDING SHEER JOY OUT WITH EACH ENGAGEMENT. SOON THERE WERE FOUR
DISTINCT SETS OF MOANERS AND GROANERS IN THE DARK. THE FIRST CONVERSATION
BEGAN. "GOD, MAN, SLOW IT DOWN. MAKE IT LAST, PLEASE. YOU ARE SO DAMN GOOD
WITH YOUR TEETH OUT. I'VE HEARD ABOUT IT AND NOW I'VE FOUND YOU, DON'T
FINISH ME QUICK... YEAH... YEAH... GOD, YOU ARE SO DAMN
GOOD..." "HERE IT COMES." ANOTHER MAN
SAID FURTHER BACK IN THE DARKENED ROOM. AND THE RUSH OF HOT BLOOD FILLED MY
COCK ALL THE WAY FULL... I WAS WAITING TO BE FOUND AND SUCKED BUT MUST HAVE
BEEN AN EXTRA, ALL OTHERS THERE WERE OCCUPIED. I MOVED ALONG THE WALL
OPPOSITE THE PARTITIONS, HOPING TO IMPROVE MY SIGHT LINE. THERE WERE TWO
MEN ON THE WALL, ONE HUNKERED DOWN GIVING SUCK. THE ONE STNDING LEANED INTO
ME AND KISSED ME. I SMELLED CUM ON HIS BREATH, TASTED PUNGENT SEMEN IN
HIS MOUTH. THE MAN DOWN IN THE SERVICING POSITION, SWALLOWED MY COCK AND
BEGAN TO DELIVER A SKILLED BLOW JOB. THE MAN I'D KISSED SLID DOWN THE WALL
AND BEGAN LAPPING MY BALLS. QUITE UNEXPECTED ANOTHER MAN LEANED INTO ME,
TOOK MY HAND AND PULLED IT OVER TO HIS COCK. IT WAS LARGE, WET, UNCUT,
AND HAD A HOT GLOW TO IT. I SQUEEZED IT. HE RUBBED ONE OF THE MEN'S HEAD
WHO WAS SUCKING ME AND ASKED; "ARE THEY GOOD?
" "OH,
HELL YES." I REPLIED BEFORE HIS CUM COATED TONGUE WENT INTO MY MOUTH. I
SUCKED IT AND HE SAID, " I JUST WAS DOIN' THIS WITH ANOTHER MAN OVER
THERE. HE GOT ALL THE CUM I WAS SAVIN' FOR YOU...." "MAYBE ONE OF YOUR
SUCKERS WILL FEED US YOURS... YOU ABOUT READY?" HE HUGGED ME, AND PULLED
ME AWAY FROM THE WALL...
" THE JANITOR WAS JUST HERE 'BOUT AN HOUR AGO.
FLOOR IS CLEAN. LETS ALL GET DOWN ON IT WHERE WE CAN SUCK ON ONE
ANOTHER....YOU WANT TO?" AND WITH THAT FIVE OR SIX
OF US WENT TO THE FLOOR IN A SPRAWL. SOME ONE IMMEDIATELY PUT A COCK IN MY
MOUTH AND SOME ONE ELSE, NOT PREVIOUSLY SUCKING ME, TOOK UP THE JOB... MY
GOD, IT WAS HOT. I DIDN'T WANT TO BLOW MY NUTS EVEN THEN. I HOPED I COULD
LAST AWHILE LONGER. AND THEN, TO EVER ONE'S SURPRISE, THE DOOR PUSHED
OPEN, AND IN SILHOUETTE, TWO MEN WALKED IN. THEY STUMBLED OVER US AND
STEPPED BACK.
"WHERE'S THE LIGHT SWITCH?"
"ITS NOT WORKING."
"WELL, HELL
SOME ONES PASSED OUT ON THE FLOOR,
THEN."
"LETS GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE. I CAN PISS OUTSIDE." WE SILENTLY WAITED FOR
THE LONGEST TIME FOR THEM TO DECIDE TO LEAVE. THEY DID. WE WENT ON WITH
SUCKING AND EVERY MAN THERE BLEW HIS NUTS IN LESS THAN TEN MINUTES. I HAD
REMEMBERED WHERE THIS PLACE WAS OFF THE ARKANSAS HIGHWAY 69, AND I'VE MADE
QUITE A FEW PISS STOPS SINCE. AND, THE CAFE COOKING IS GOOD. DAYS THERE'S
TRUCKERS SITTIN' JAWIN' AND DRINKIN' THEIR COFFEE, AND LOOKING WITH VERY
SHREWD EYES AT EACH OTHER WHEN SOME ONE GETS UP AND GOES OUT THE DOOR, TURNS
TOWARD THE BACK OF THE BUILDING, AND GIVES THEM A GLANCE. PRETTY SOON,
TWO, THREE OTHER MEN FINISH THEIR DRINK, OR THEIR MEAL AND GO OUTSIDE AND
TURN TO THE BACK OF THE BUILDING, AND THE MEN'S ROOM. THE JANITOR AND THE
COOK HAVE A GLORY HOLE, RIGHT IN FULL SIGHT, AND A SECOND ONE IS
APPEARING. DAY TIMES YOU CAN SEE THEM CLEARLY. NIGHT, AND LOW OR NO LIGHT
YOU FEEL AROUND FOR 'EM AND SURE ENOUGH, SOON THERE'S A FINGER THERE, AND
OTHER TIMES A WONDERFUL MOUTH. AND THE PURE FUN OF FINDING THE COOK'S BIG
UNCUT PECKER, HARD AS A CAST IRON SKILLET, COMES THRU FOR YOU TO SUCK EMPTY.
GOD HE IS SWEET TASTIN' AND GOOD FROM EITHER SIDE OF THE HOLE. THAT JANITOR
IS A BIG FRIENDLY BLACK MAN ALWAYS SHININ' HAPPY. HES BLOW JOBS WERE
LEGENDARY, AND HE ALWAYS SWALLOWED, LIKE I DO. THEY HAVE A GOOD THING GOIN'
ON THERE, AND THEY KNOW IT. NO TALK OF SELLING THE PLACE, OR RETIRIN' ANY
TIME SOON. WORD IS OUT ON THE ROAD. AND THE PARKING LOT HAS ALMOST ALWAYS
GOT TWENTY OR SO TRUCKS PARKED OUT BACK. OF COURSE NOT ALL THE TRUCKERS
USE THE MENS' ROOM. SO THEY LIVE AND LET LIVE. THAT'S HOW ITS SUPPOSED TO
BE. // SAD TO SAY, THE BIG OIL COMPANIES HAVE CORNERED THE TRAVELING
PUBLIC, WITH THE ENORMOUS BUILDING AND LAY OUTS. FINE WITH ME. THE TRUCKERS
ALL KNOW WHERE TO GO FIND SOME BLOW AND GO. AND THEY'RE FINDING THESE HIDEY
HOLES WORTH THE EXTRA TIME IT TAKES TO GET TO THEM OFF THE BIG INTERSTATES,
IN THE COUNTRY, NEARLY ALWAYS FOUR LANE BLACKTOPPED HIGHWAYS, BETWEEN BIG
BANKS OF TOWERING PINE TREES. //
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Delbert