Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2006 23:46:09 +0200
From: Expat Stud <expatstud@gmail.com>
Subject: Fucked in Kansas

In October 1996 I moved from Cincinnati, OH to Seattle, WA.
I was looking for a new start in my life. I was bored with
Cinti-it's a great city, really, but was growing more and
more conservative, and at my age at the time (mid 20s) I
wanted to explore life a little before I was too burdened
down with responsibility.

I planned my route: I would drive to Louisville, KY; cross
the river, drive through Indiana, then move on to Missouri,
then proceed west, going through Kansas, Colorado, Wyoming,
Utah, Nevada, Oregon and up to Washington state (these may
be out of order, as I cannot recall the exact itinerary.)

Everything was pretty non-eventful for the first few days,
until I got to Kansas. I entered the state from the south,
driving through Russell (where Bob Dole is from), then
jogging north to hook up with another state highway (my aim
was to stay off of interstates as much as possible.)

I went north on highway 281 to hook up to the 36, and
figured I would find a local motel (being young with no
money, that's the way you travel!). It must have been early
afternoon, and I was soon to discover that it was indeed my
lucky day.

When I turned onto the 36 I saw a local rest stop-timely, as
I really had to take a leak. Nothing glamorous, mind
you-very dimly lit, two urinals, one stall to the side. As I
was taking a leak I looked up and saw written on the wall

`Lonely, looking for action. Be here October xx (whatever
day it was) at 6pm'

I had just found my dinner!

I found a local motel west on 36, and got myself unpacked.
Took a shower, and made certain to clean myself extra well.
At precisely 6:00 pm I returned to the rest stop to see a
truck parked outside, and nervously made my way inside
(looking back on the event now, this was totally stupid of
me; it could have been a sting operation. But when you are
young and horny you will take risks.)

I went to the urinal, and noticed that someone was inside
the stall. Upon looking further I noticed some tell-tell
shadows moving back and forth, and realised what it was:
someone was inside beating off.

I opened the stall door and there he was: my dinner. A
reddish/blonde haired man, probably mid 30's, totally
dressed in rancher clothing (in my mind at the time, at
least). He had a nice looking face: lean, wind-burned, nice
cheek bones. But what caught my attention was what was
casting the shadows: a very long dick. How long was it? I
have no idea. But at least up until that time it was the
biggest thing I had seen hanging between a man's legs, and I
had seen more than a few penises by that point!

I was mesmerized by his cock, and could not resist reaching
out to touch it. I gave it a few strokes and he spread his
legs, moaning as he did so. In no time at all he raised
himself up and put his cock to my mouth, just rubbing it
against my lips. I knew this was one to savour, and I did
not want it to be a quicky, so I invited him to follow me
back to my motel room.

When we got to my room he wasted no time in chucking his
clothes, and I got to see him naked for the first time. He
was a tall man-about 6'2, lightly hairy across a fairly-well
defined chest. He did not have washboard abs, but his
stomach was firm enough. But of course, I love cock, and I
had to take in the beauty of what he had to offer: chunky,
long, uncut, with a nice fat mushroom head, the kind that is
difficult to get in and really plops when it pulls out. And
his cock was screaming for attention.

Now, I totally dig cock-I don't just suck it, I really get
into it, really believe in making love to a cock, of doing
it justice. The way I figure is that if I am lucky enough to
be presented with a nice cock then I need to really make it
memorable for the guy, so that's what I set out to do.

So here he is, pushing me down so I can suck on his schlong,
but I don't want to suck on it yet-I want to feel its weight
against my lips, against my face. I just rubbed the shaft
all over with my lips, licking and slurping all around the
head, but never letting it inside my mouth-guys tend to like
this a lot, I've noticed. His balls were great as
well-hanging pretty low, hairy, full-and they received my
attention as well. My aim was to get him desperate for his
cock to be in my mouth, for it to be leaking its juice all
over my face. To make him really want it, to turn him from
passively receiving a blow job to jumping into the driver's
seat. And that is what happened.

After about five minutes of my attention, he must have gone
over the edge, as it this point he said something like `Fuck
this'. He pushed me onto the motel bed and straddled my
chest, placed his cock head onto my lips, placed a finger
inside of my mouth to open it up, and then he started to
push it in. All the way. Of course, up until this point it
was the largest dick I had ever sucked, and I was having
trouble controlling the gag reflex. But hey, it must have
felt great for him, as he just started pumping it in,
longdicking my mouth. Occasionally he would pull out and
have me work on his balls, but it was his dick that needed
attention more than anything.

The guy was horny; that was not a question. I assumed he
would not be able to last very long at the rate he was
going, but he was able to maintain a good ten minutes of
plunging in and out of my mouth. And then he promptly
stopped.

`I'm going to fuck you.'

In a flash this rancher had pulled himself off my chest and
lifted my legs up, basically pushing them completely over my
head until my ass was high in the air, back arched (good
thing I was limber back then -- my professor friend had seen
to that!) With a mixture of my saliva, his spit and the gobs
of cock drool coming off his cock, he was able to press his
fat mushroom head against my ass and pop in. Now, this guy's
cock head was pretty big, and when it finally did get past
that magic ring it nearly took my breath away. But even more
amazing was the feeling of him just pushing in, deeper and
deeper and deeper, more than I had ever felt before. No
easing it in slowly, no; just one long, steady push until in
no time flat I felt his pubes against my skin. And then he
was ready for business.

This guy had obviously not fucked in a long, long time,
because he just became an animal! He was pulling out,
slamming in, pulling out, slamming in, his balls slapping
against me. And I remember that he was sweating a lot, his
skin really glistening. I was becoming delirious from the
sensations (even if it was not the most comfortable
position), as his cock head was touching all of the right
places-it was one of the most physically  intense fuck
sessions that I had ever had until that point-the kind that
just sends waves of sensation down your spine and all over
your body.

Rancher man kept it up for a long time. He was a quiet
fellow, not saying a word at all during the entire time-the
only sound was of our panting and of our bodies slapping
against each other. I recall staring into his eyes-very
grayish-blue, and I remember the feel of his arms and chest
as I ran my hands over them. I started stroking myself, as I
just couldn't resist it anymore. My cock was drooling all
over my face anyway, and I had even dripped some into my
mouth inadvertently.

A guy can only fuck like that for so long, regardless of
what people say, and this guy was no exception. Eventually
the pounding got faster and faster and faster, and suddenly
he became vocal, screaming out moans of pure pleasure as he
got his nut. And he gave his nut to me. He unloaded into my
ass what must have been week's worth of cum, his cock just
pulsing away. I have no idea how many shots must have been
fired, but it was a lot - it started coming out of my ass,
dripping onto the duvet, and he just kept going.

Meanwhile I was so over the top from his fucking that I shot
my own load all over my face, and a lot in my mouth. I'd
never been much into eating my own jizz, but there was no
avoiding it this time-the way he had me bent over there was
not much other place for it to go. And it was intense-the
best high I probably ever had. My ass was as tender as could
be, my body was experiencing waves of pleasure-so memorable.

Yes, he kept going for some time, draining every last ounce
of goodness from his nuts into my ass. Finally he pulled
out, slapping his dick against my bum, almost as though he
were marking me or something. And I was finally able to let
my shaking legs down. There was no way I could walk at that
point-I just had to rest a bit, my body was just too
sensitive.

He wiped himself on my shirt, and asked what time I'd be
heading out the next morning. I told him something like 8am
or so. Once he was dressed he told me would be by at 6:00,
and maybe bring a buddy, that I should be ready, just leave
the room unlocked. And he did show up the next morning with
a friend, and they both pounded me until I was limp, but
that is another story.

By the time I got back on the road I could barely sit in the
car, my ass was so sore. But, he did give me a nice tip: I'd
be driving through Nevada soon, and there was a cop friend
of his that I should call in. And that is yet another story!

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