Date: Wed, 24 May 2006 11:56:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeremy D <jeremyduz@yahoo.com>
Subject: resting by the roadside 2

Thanks to everyone who wrote and said they liked my
story.  A fair number asked if there is more and
wanted to hear about it if there was.  There is more,
so here goes.  I haven't even changed names to protect
the guilty.  North Carolina is North Carolina, and I'm
Jeremy.

Its still hot out, even after 11:00, I am glad I'm
naked, and I am not sure what to do.  After letting
the stocky, fit guy fuck my face and cum big-time in
my mouth, I am out on a picnic table trying to make a
plan.  I like the feeling of the warm breeze on my
legs and package and the way the table boards keep
reminding me I am bare assed.

I am for sure gonna try for more sex. That's not the
question. The question is do I have the balls to go in
naked?  The other question is will I only suck dick,
or will I let myself get fucked?

I decide to go back to the car.  The nice thing about
moving back home after the end of school is that I
have a lot of clothes in the car.  As I walk back I
bone back up because I like to think that there are
people in some of the other cars watching me walk to
my car naked. There's at least one.  I pull out my
laundry bag and sort.  I take out a black jock.  Now
for the big decision - up my ass or not?  I rummage in
my side bag and pull out some rubs.  I then get out
some lube. I squirt a big slug onto my hand and reach
back and start  slicking up my hot slot.  I try to get
as much up inside as I can.  Then some more.  Somebody
drives into the rest stop while I am finger fucking
myself.  Cool. I hope they see, although I don't think
they can. The thought makes me so sexed up that I cum
and cum. I shudder, use a shirt to wipe myself off,
and  step into my jock.  Put the rubs in my pouch.
Lock the car and I am off in search of a hookup.  Many
hookups?

I may have just erupted, but I am still just as ready
as I was 3 minutes ago.

I stop back into the restroom.  I wanna wash the lube
off my hands, and my face is pretty crusty because Mr.
Marine's cum is drying on me.  There's still no one
but me in the restroom, even though a couple of the
stalls have sizable holes.  Its out into the world of
men.

Cleaned up I head back into the trees.  Its darker,
and I walk a bit till I am able to find the trail. I
go in quite a distance and there doesn't seem to be
anybody, but there must be a lotta dudes about.

I begin to pass guys walking around.  No one is naked,
so I am glad I have my jock on. I have my ass cheeks
hanging out.  I am happy about my ass - high, tight,
and melon shaped cheeks. But I feel pretty trampy with
a bare butt. Should have worn some boxers. Too late
though, I don't have the will power to go back.   A
lot of these guys are all right, although I am so
horny I think I would blow Father Time if he made the
first pass.

There is a guy starting to follow me.  Maybe there's
two or three.  I can't tell if they are following me
or the first guy, who is pretty hot.  I walk slowly,
looking back over my shoulder. The soil is  sandy, so
I could just kneel by the trail, but I want a little
privacy - not too much, but some.

I see a place where I can get behind a large tree, but
there's some moonlight shining through.  It would be
like being on stage, a bit.  I look at them, then go
around.

I drop to my knees and wait.  People start milling
around for a second.  Then the second guy of the line
comes forward and flips his dick out of his shorts.
Its already hard. He is in his 30s, in pretty good
shape - smooth with v. nice pecs and great legs - so I
open wide and take it into my mouth.  I twist my head
and flick my tongue best I can.  He likes that. I try
to get him down my throat but start gagging.

I used to think I was great at deep throating, but now
I think it was the first guy I went with that wanted a
crack at my throat that knew how to move me around.
He would grab my ears or hair and tilt my head, twist
it a bit and work his dick down my throat.  I would
spasm a lot, and maybe gag a little, but down it went.


This guy was one of my coaches, he was really nice,
and he was black. So I was flirty with him, hoping to
blow my first black dick. It took me awhile, cuz he
was cautious. Then he realized I was sincere & I was
available on a ready-to-suck basis.  One day he put me
in the towel room, dropped his pants, and started
teaching me throating.  His blackness made a nice
contrast with my whiteness- I have dark black hair and
green eyes, but really white skin.  I liked blowing
white guys alot, but figured I should branch out a
little.   I still like blowing white guys a whole lot,
but I am an equal opportunity mouth, now.

That may help tonight.

I am happily going to town on the second guy of the
evening when I hear a set of grunts and my left cheek
and left side of my nose are suddenly wet and sticky.
Somebody has left a calling card.  It slimes its way
down my face.  There seems to be a big drop on my
eyelashes, but the action is heating up on the home
front, so I try to ignore the glop.

Guy number two starts chanting,

"suckit, swallow it down, eat the whole thing, kid"

I am trying hard to do this.  His stomach starts
tightening under my left hand, and his butt cheek is
flexing under my right.  Then he lets loose.  I let it
drool out of my mouth.  Tasty enough to be enjoyable.

Number 3 comes on.  He has taken off whatever he  was
wearing.  He is fairly tall, pretty fit, but with a
small beer gut, even though he seems about 25-30.  I
am a bit more in control now, and wouldn't blow just
anybody, but he looks pretty good.  He has a short but
very fat dick.  I lock my lips on it and my trusty
tongue starts flicking and twirling.  I bob my head.
I do this for a long, long time.  He is moaning alot,
and thrusting, and seems generally appreciative, but
he is a marathon mouth fucker.  My jaw is really
hurting.  I should be able to do this all night, but I
am needing some down time here.   I pull off and I'm
panting because its hot, I'm short of breath, and I'm
working up a sweat here.  I go back and start jacking
him with my hand, while slurping on the tip.  He
starts gasping and groaning, and reaches down back to
my butt crack.  He vigorously pushes two fingers up
inside me.

"you little twat, you are lubed and ready, dude"

I let my hand off his dick, push it in far, and
answer,

"yeth, greezd"

"Ya wanna get fucked?"

"cum en mhy mouf"

"I wanna fuck you"

Suddenly he starts flowing.  Its a bit bitterer than I
like so I pop off quick. and lick his leg to get it
off my tongue.

I stagger to my feet.  I don't know why I didn't let
him fuck me, as I kinda liked the idea.  But I am up.
I go back to the main trail.  I am still hard, and
re-arrange my dick so it is straight up and pointing
to the sky.  I put the rubs so they don't chafe it.

I wander down the trail till I see a gap in the trees.
 There is a small orgy going on there.  I decide to
watch a bit, while I wait till my jaw feels abit less
overworked.  The first guy in my old conga line
wanders in, and starts licking the tits of a guy
getting blown.
I give him the eye. He eyes me back.  He comes over
and  starts stroking my belly, then my ass.  His hand
reaches into my crack and starts pushing fingers up
inside.  He wiggles them and I start swaying my ass
and pushing to get more of them inside.

I break away.

"Wait a minute, give me a minute to rest my jaw, then
I'll blow you and you can stuff my ass, if ya want."

He wiggles his fingers agreeably.

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If there is enough interest in hearing about the rest
of my stop, I will try to write more.  Thanks to
everyone who wrote.  I appreciate it.