Date: Fri, 16 Jan 2009 19:00:58 -0600
From: Christian Gartrip <christianxgartrip@gmail.com>
Subject: Christian: The Highway Hooker - Part 3 (Gay/Urination)

Christian: The Highway Hooker - Part 3
A Change of Plans

By: Christian Xavier Gartrip

(christianxgartrip@gmail.com)

So now you know a little about me, a few of my friends, and how I came to
be.  Terrific.  I realize that you're probably most curious about my sexual
adventures, and admittedly, that is the reason I write these stories, so I
think the pattern here should be me writing about the more stimulating
parts of my job... meaning, the stories that provide the maximum boner
possibilities to those looking for a little mental masturbation as well as
the real kind.  I'll try to keep things arranged as chronologically as
possible so that you don't get lost, but sex is sex, so forgive me if my
dates get a little screwy, so to speak.

Samuel and James had apparently done a wonderful job of getting the word
out that a "specialist" had set up shop in and around a certain exit on
I-85.  I loved that: Specialist.  It was as if I had attended a series of
seminars or maybe had a degree in freak.  It was also embarrassing in that
it did create a very high set of expectations from new clients.  Plus,
there was this added problem of being high profile.  No, I didn't take out
ads, but in my little world, it isn't hard to get a reputation, earned or
otherwise.  It leads to lucrative deals, but it also creates tensions and
jealousies and of course, brings out the bashers.  I'll save them for a
later date.

So let's meet Mo and Derrick (albeit briefly).  Truckers both, Mo and
Derrick are also lovers, but don't tell anyone, because they try to keep it
quiet.  Mo and Derrick gave me a call after getting a tip and my number
from another trucker they had jerked off with in the showers at a stop
outside of Charleston.  They mentioned that they were from NC, and when the
guy refused to bottom for them in the back of their rig, he told them to
call me instead.  (He's Canadian and had had me already, so the reference
was legit.)  When we spoke, they were heading into High Point for 4 days of
relaxation and wanted to set up house in a motel and have me over.
Unfortunately, they had engine trouble outside of Greenville (SC) and had
to call it quits until their rig was serviced.  Devastated, they were now
stuck in a motel just north of there, so they canceled, but promised to
reschedule... Soon.

Feeling pretty shitty about missing a chance to play Oreo with two black
trucker-lovers for profit, I decided to hit the bookstore.  The only thing
there for me that night was Will, my straight friend the Trooper, who lets
me suck his cock twice a week in exchange for information and protection.
I blew Will in the booth with no glory holes so that no one would see him
getting it on with another guy.  Plus, he was in uniform.  I must admit,
Will's badge and gun always give me a boner, especially when he casually
removes them while I'm on my knees in front of him... salivating.  I
finished him off (nothing spectacular, so let's move on) and then headed
home to hit the sack early and enjoy a long jerk-off session with a new
slave novel I'd picked up.  Yeah, fun stuff.

The problem with nodding off early is the waking up early.  I hate that
shit.  It was 3:50am and I was wired and my nuts were twitching for
something... but what?  Rest Stop Joe!  I needed a big dose of Rest Stop
Joe.  That would make me feel better.  So I quickly cleaned out the shit
chute (he ain't THAT kinky) and headed south to a sleepy little rest area
south of High Point in search of my favorite almost-porn-star (long story,
later), who was now the night keep of this particular pit stop.  When I
arrive it was 5:10am.  Joe drives off at 5, sharp.  I had missed him AND
his wonderful uncut cock that just the week before had fucked me raw while
standing against a dumpster out back as two black kids watched from the
front seat of their car. (ok, so he's a little kinky).

Instead of Joe's rusted grey truck, I was treated to a white Volvo and a
small dairy rig parked on the edge of the camper lot.  Big deal.  I went
inside anyway, just to see.

With no one standing at a urinal, and a sudden flood of enema backwash
unfortunately cramping my abdomen (I was in a hurry, so I had done a poor
job), I made my way to the stalls to dump the gut before heading back home.
Sitting in the third stall, the one with the missing door, was a pinstripe
clad lawyer type with his trousers around his ankles taking a very dramatic
shit.  No lie.  He grinned at me as I slowly strolled past and then pointed
to his slender pink cock aimed straight at the ceiling.  I think he thought
I'd be excited by this disgusting display, but he was wrong.  I was
repulsed.  I just don't understand why anyone would buy a Volvo and choose
white.  What's that about?  Plus, the brown wingtips he'd matched with a
grey pinstripe was pretty much a deal breaker.  What a handsome jerk.
Revolting.

I made my way to the trick stall, my favorite one, but most people know it
as the handicap stall... the one with handle bars, room for a wheelchair,
and a higher seat.  These are great for sex.  I removed my jeans and boots
and hung them on the back of the door and dropped my aching backside onto
the bowl and shot out a massive load of water.  How'd that happen, I
thought?  I'm normally so thorough.  The water was mostly clean, so I guess
that was a small consolation.  I sat quietly and tried to think about
puppies so that my hard on would shrink, but the sound of Pinstripe's
flushing toilet and sudden masturbation activity was keeping me excited.
To pass the time, I slowly dry-stroked my boner to the sounds of an
overpaid horny lawyer with bad taste beating his meat on a shit filled
toilet.  Such a loser, I thought.  I am such a fucking loser.

I heard someone else come in and take a seat in the next stall.  Hmmm.
Things were looking up: Dirty work boots, worn jeans and tattered white
briefs around the ankles, the smell of grease, road sweat, and a fresh
cigarette wafting through the air.  The trucker had awakened and out of 8
available stalls, he'd chosen to take his morning piss and shit dump in the
one right next to mine.  How fortunate.

I blotted my ass, flushed, and slid my foot to the right.  He replied by
reaching down and grabbing my ankle with his calloused left hand that had
an old red bandana knotted around the wrist, but no wedding ring.  I stood
up and used the bar to balance myself and lowered my ass to the cold tile
floor and let my cock find its way under the wall and into his large rough
hand.  He dropped some spit into his palm and gently stroked my cock, which
surprised me.  I was expecting something more violent.  When the precum
started flowing, he stood up, wiped his ass four of five times and made his
way into my stall.  The door was unlocked.

When Trucker pushed open my door, I was back on the john with my legs
spread, my sweatshirt on the floor, and my cock bouncing in mid air.
Trucker had shaggy red hair with a lot of grey, a bushy orange beard, green
flannel shirt, brown t-shirt, and an old suede ball cap turned backward on
his head.  He greeted me with his jeans pushed down to his thighs and his
hard and somewhat large red cock aiming in my direction.  His crotch was
framed by a mass of copper pubes and sported a heavy low-hanging sac of
nuts covered in a short carpet of copper hair.

Trucker didn't bother to close the door, and he said nothing.  He just
stood in front of me and pulled my face onto his sweaty crotch and forced
his red-fleshed cock into my mouth before letting out a long breathless
sigh.

"Scratch my balls," he mumbled in a low baritone.  As I fucked his copper
crotch with my face and tugged on his greasy hairy sac, Trucker unbuttoned
his shirt and relaxed his thick gut and tossed the old plaid rag on the
floor behind him and then dropped his suede cap on top of it.  Trucker was
covered in a layer of thick dry sweat and the smell of his raw flesh was
overpowering.  I could feel my asshole twitching, which only means one
thing: this man's going to have to fuck me... or else.

I reached down between my legs and pushed a finger into my ass, which I
hoped would signal to Silent Red what his next move ought to be.  I think
he got the message.

"Damn, you two guys are really getting it on.  That's hot."  It was
Pinstripe.  The asshole de jour had made his way to our corner and wanted
in on the morning action.  I wanted to tell him to get lost, but Trucker
seemed amiable and let the guy horn his way in.  Jerk.

Pinstripe pressed his chest and crotch against Trucker's backside and
peered around to watch me deep-throat Red's beefy pink tool.  He squeezed
Trucker's nipples and then buried his nose in Trucker's armpit and took a
deep whiff of Red's funk.  A few seconds later his grey striped trousers
and plaid boxers hit the tops of his brown wingtips, but he was still
wearing in his shirt, tie, and jacket.  This was surely going to be an odd
looking threesome.

After a heady dose of pit sweat, Pinstripe dropped onto his knees and
finally tossed his coat.  He pushed his face into Trucker's ass and went to
work on Red's shitty hole.  I was deadly pissed at that move.  This asswipe
was not my idea of an interesting party guest, but I did admire the pig
streak that he had displayed... grudgingly.

Trucker spread his legs and forced his dirty ass back onto Pinstripe's face
and practically sat on the guy's nose as he pumped some precum onto my
tongue.  He seemed to recognize the unusual blessing of being in the middle
and was very relaxed as the two of us gobbled up his rank flesh.

"Got lube?"  These were the next brief words uttered by Trucker, and they
were clearly directed at me.

"I do I do."  Pinstripe was very prepared for his morning of down-low fun.
He reached into his blazer a pulled out a small tube of travel lube and
pressed it into Trucker's hand, but then went right back to his breakfast
of scrambled butt hole in just seconds.

"Lean back."

I gave up Red's cock, not my first choice, kicked up my legs, and let him
have access to my moist hole.  Trucker greased a finger as if he were
applying paste to a toothbrush, reached into the bowl, and then pushed it
into my ass.  With Trucker bent forward, I looked across his back and
glanced at Pinstripe.  Still on his knees, his eyes were rolled back in his
head as he hungrily chomped on Trucker's chute.  That man was as high as a
kite, I thought.  Good for him, I guess, but damn... why him???

"You ready?"

"Yeah, man... do it."  I kind of whispered my response, because the joyous
nature of Pinstripe was getting on my nerves, and I needed to let Trucker
know that we were kindred spirits here.  Pinstripe was the unwanted
outsider.

I stood up and turned around and tried to place a foot on the bowl to give
Trucker better access, but he kicked it off and spread my legs out wide as
if to signal that he preferred to go in that way.  Once I was in position,
Trucker pushed my face into the bowl and then pushed two wet thumbs into my
asshole and pulled the rim apart.  Men who do this tend to be the type who
like to go in quick and very deep on the first plunge, so I wrapped my arms
around the base of the toilet and bit my tongue.

 "Warm him up for me... you're smaller."

Uh oh.  I didn't like the sound of that one.

"I would love to.  Thanks!"  Before he got the words out of his mouth,
Pinstripe's puny cock was knocking at my door as he crushed his starchy
white shirt against my back.  I was all but ready to object (I rarely do
yuppies), but as I turned my head to speak, Trucker, standing on the side
of the toilet and pressed against the wall, shot a pungent load of piss
into the bowl just inches from my cheek and mouth.  Oh dear.  Now what do I
do?

Instinctively, I opened my mouth and looked at his eyes.  It was all he
needed.  He jerked his hand up a little and Pow! Right in the face!
Trucker grinned as he watched a naked stranger lap from his piss stream.
Pinstripe pushed the head of his cock into my ass, but at that point... who
cared?

Old Pinster wasn't very stylish when it came to fucking another man's ass
in a shit stall.  He rammed his hips up and down and panted like a dog as
he tried to reach around and hold onto my cock.  It was actually annoying,
but it felt nice to have something (anything, to be honest) pushed up
inside as Trucker's piss washed across my face and tongue.

"Man, that looks good.  You lucky fucker.  Getting your ass plowed by my
raging rocket and drinking from a hot cock.  You are one lucky homo."  God
he was such a moron... and for the record, "raging rocket" are not the
words I'd use to describe what he was packing, so feel free to spread that
rumor around.

"You want some?"

"Aaah man... that'd be great.  I'd love a good dose of hot man piss."
Asshole.  Definitely not a Chapel Hill grad... they play this game with a
much better vocabulary.  Trucker, fortunately, was drained, so Pinstripe
was out of luck, or so I thought.

Red kicked off his boots and quietly stepped out of his old jeans and with
his foot lifted his tattered white briefs and dropped them into the old
bowl of fresh piss.  I thought Pin was going to pop his nut right then and
there, but he just kept jack-rabbiting my ass in anticipation of what
Trucker would do next.

He reached into the bowl and pulled out his underpants, wadded them into a
ball and squeezed a thick flush of hot piss onto my back and then proceeded
to wash my neck and pits with his juice.  Pinstripe dove in and licked it
up as it flowed down my back and into the crack of my ass.  His shirt was
soaked and his paisley tie ruined, which I'm still laughing about.  He
didn't care though; he was too busy swallowing whatever he could get into
his pretentious mouth.

"Another?"

"Aaah man, yeah.  Soak those babies up again and shove those nasty things
in my mouth.  I want to eat your shorts man.  I want to eat 'em!"  Good
god... someone please make it stop.

Trucker gave Pin another helping of piss, which provided the added benefit
of shutting him up.  It's hard to talk when some man's piss-heavy
underpants and lodged in your throat.  (Yes, I know this from experience,
but that's not the point.)

"Slide over, man.  My turn."  (THANK GOD!)

Pinster pulled out and let Trucker have his turn at my extremely frustrated
tail.  To remain in the stall and stay in the action, Pin had no choice but
to straddle the tall toilet.  He grabbed onto the wall bars and with
Trucker's briefs still in his mouth, shoved his crotch in my face so that I
could suck his thin dirty cock (my dirt, but his cock, so I had some issues
to work out).

Trucker was smart to have Pinstripe work me over first.  He wanted exactly
what I thought he did: a deep thrusting, full throttled, no holding back
cock assault on my cheap ass.  He got it too.

Trucker prepped me by taking a few open palmed swings at my cheeks... just
enough to get me fully boned and feeling dirty, then he pushed his cock
just past my rim and fell forward with his entire body weight, forcing his
meaty shaft into my gut and my mouth right down onto Pin's pin.  Damn, that
felt good (Trucker's cock, not Pin's).

I sucked off the backwash on Pinstripe's weiny and braced myself for
Trucker's hip assault.  Suddenly the sounds of his thighs crashing into
mine echoed throughout the entire bathroom.  None of us cared, but if
anyone had come in, he would have known exactly what we were doing in that
back stall at 5:30 in the morning.  911?  Yeah, probably that too.

SchmackSchmackSchmackSchmackSchmackSchmackSchmackSchmack was all I could
hear, but Trucker's rock hard meat wasn't just stroking my insides, it was
bruising them.  This man might be quiet, but his big red cock had an entire
language all it's own.

Wanting a different angle, Trucker grabbed my pits and stood me up and
lifted my right foot onto Pin's knee.  He bent his legs and power fucked me
from underneath with deep upward thrusts.  I was impaled.  I was still
dangerously close to Pin, and he reached out and pulled hard on my nuts and
then dropped his face onto my vibrating cock.

Pinstripe, ever the Sick Fuck, drew some sort of inspiration from all of
this intense action, and without much warning he sat up tossed back his
head and blew a thick load of creamy shit into the toilet.  "AAAAAAAHHHHHH.
Damn!  Yeah... smell my stink you dirty assfuckers!  SMELL IT!"  (a STATE
grad!  That explained a lot.)

Damn... we did smell it, and I wanted to vomit all over his snobby face,
but Trucker was about to blow a very different kind of load, and I really
wanted to enjoy every fucking second of it.

Trucker was either very good at holding off, or he has a hard time with
early morning sex, because that man would not let up.  Ignoring Pin's
disgusting outburst (or turned on by it maybe), he threw me against the
side of the stall and leaned back on the other wall and with his hands
digging into my hips pumped his meat into my shitter deeper and deeper,
faster and faster.  Now I was about to explode.  Damn, this man could fuck.

"You.  Grab my nuts.  Pull on 'em."  Pin reached around and grabbed Red's
low hanging balls and helped that trucker squeeze out a thick spray of
cream that shot from Red's cock like a cannon.

"AAAArrrrrggghhh!!"  Trucker's low baritone boomed through the room as he
popped one into me.

Red slowly pumped out every drop by grinding his hips roughly against the
cheeks of my ass.  When he was spent, he let his cock plop out of my hole
as he buckled onto the floor, his head falling against the tiled wall with
a sharp thud.

Sensing that Pin wanted something foul, I stayed where I was but aimed my
freshly fucked ass in his direction.  As he leaned forward for a sniff, I
squeezed out Red's cum, which he quickly slurped up and swallowed.

"Sit on my cock man.  Sit down and take another ride on my rocket.  Let me
blow one up your pussy you hot naked stud."  I hesitated and prayed for an
attendant to walk in.

"Sit on the man's cock.  I'd like to watch."  Trucker seemed to be the only
gentleman in the room.  He was very focused on making sure Pin had a good
time and got a fair share of my ass.  I didn't like him for that.

Since Pin had never flushed his shit, I did it for him, then backed up my
ass and dropped it into his lap to let my still open hole envelope his
dick.  I was so far gone I hardly felt it, but I liked hearing Red grunt
out those orders, and I liked that he wanted to watch another man sit on a
toilet and use my asshole for a while.  It was suddenly all very erotic and
my cock answered by spitting out a thick stream of precum that bubbled down
the shaft.  Red noticed and reached up and took it on his finger and
inserted it into his own mouth.

Pinstripe started to bounce up and down as he tried to drive his cock into
my ass.  He was having trouble, and my ass was too stretched at that point
to offer much assistance.  Trucker got up from the floor and stood in front
of us.  He ripped off his old brown t-shirt (the last piece of clothing
he'd left on) and tossed it onto Pin's jacket.  Gently gripping his cock
with his hand, he pressed his hairy round gut into my face and opened up
his bladder and fired a post-sex stream of hot piss onto my boner.  He
definitely knew what I liked.

Trucker then reached into the bowl and soaked his underpants in fresh piss
again and stretched the soaking wet briefs across Pin's face.  I'm glad I
couldn't see it, because I know that I would have doubled over from
laughter.  Pin's carefully coiffed 'do was now awash with a thick coating
of Red's funk, and the sensation blew his mind.  His bouncing lap picked up
speed, and his cock seemed to swell somewhat as it rubbed back and forth
across my rim.

Trucker could see that my boner was starting to shrink, so he got down on
his knees, reached between my legs, and pushed two fingers into my ass next
to Pin's pulsating cock.  With his other hand, he gripped the head of my
rod and slowly twisted it as if the act itself would open up a corked
bottle of exploding jizz... which it did.

As my cock shot a sharp strand of morning cum, Red dropped his head and
caught it on his tongue and slowly gobbled up the spunk as he rubbed Pin's
scrawny stick between his fingers just inside of my ass.

A few seconds later Pinstripe finally (!) cracked open a nut and unloaded
it into my gut.  Being the type of guy whose cock goes ultra sensitive at
the time of orgasm, he pulled it from inside quickly and gasped for air as
he tried to wiggle free from under me.  Trucker left his fingers in my
hole, and as Pin's jizz dripped backward, he collected it into his hand.
When he finally pulled his hand from inside the bowl, his had a small
circle of spunk in his palm.  He sniffed it, and then lifted the soggy
briefs from Pin's face and pushed it into his moronic mouth.  Pin licked it
clean between long, winded breaths... as if he were having a heart attack
or something.  Jeezus...

With Trucker and I relaxing on the floor and still very much naked, Pin
pulled up his trousers and tucked his piss-soaked shirt into his pants and
brushed his fingers through his black piss-soaked hair and then adjusted
his (ruined) piss-soaked tie.  He seemed suddenly embarrassed, but oddly
satisfied.

"Gotta run, guys.  Man.  That was really really really great.  Best Sex
EVER!  I have GOT to get home and change and get to the office.  I really
really want to do this again with you guys.  Really.  Wow.  Great sex.
Really."

"Before you leave... stick your head outside and see if anyone else is out
there.  I need to wash up before I dress and I'd like to use the sink."  I
hoped that these were the last words I would ever speak to this man.

"Me too," Red mumbled as he waved his hand at Pinstripe.

"Oh.  Sure!"  A few seconds later we heard Pin scream from the lot, "ALL
CLEAR... BUT THE SUN IS UP!"  He revved his engine and fled the scene.

Red opened up a little as we sat on the floor, uninterested in moving.
"Nice ass, bud.  You live nearby?"

"Half hour up the road maybe.  I come here sometimes to hook up with the
night attendant.  Great cock.  I missed him by about 10 minutes."

"This kinda stuff happen here a lot?"

"I guess.  Joe says it gets pretty rockin' some nights.  Mostly we just do
stuff together though.  We usually fuck out back or in his storage room."

"Uuh huh.  I see."  Red reached over and rubbed the soft shaft of my cock.

"Damn, I need to piss."  It was simply a statement of fact, not an
invitation for him to assist me.  "I guess your bladder is empty, huh?"

He didn't answer, but he helped me up and stood me in front of the john and
reached around and held my cock for me as I pissed into the bowl.  I had a
gut full.  As it poured out, Red rubbed his crotch into my crack, cupped my
sac within his palm, and bit gently into my neck.  As the seconds passed,
our cocks started to grow and Trucker's meat was once again tapping at my
asshole.

He twisted my nipples as the last drops of piss dripped from my cock and
then rubbed his bearded face over my back and neck.  My dick shot up toward
the ceiling, and I let myself fall back into his chest.

Red pulled us back and turned me around to face the open door of the stall.
He pushed it shut, locked it, and pressed my naked chest into it, and then
slowly lifted my hands to the top of the wall.  He slipped on his old boots
and then pressed up closed behind me, letting his rock hard cock push
between my legs and into the back of my sac.  He placed his hands on top of
mine and held on tightly.

"Step up onto my boots.  Steel toes.  It's okay."

I did.  Red lowered his hips and carefully aimed his cock at my ass and
then quietly pushed it back inside of me.  He gripped tightly with his
hands on top of mine as we pushed our bodies together against the door.
Biting into my neck, Red inched his thick trucker cock up into my chute as
we slowly exhaled together.  For the next twenty minutes Red pushed and
pulled his bloated cock in and out of my ass ever so gently.  He never said
a word, and neither did I.  At one point, a man came in, pissed, flushed,
and left, but we never broke our rhythm or acknowledged him.

Finally, as the edging became almost too much to bear, I whispered, " I'm
going to cum.  When I do, push in deep, and hold it there.  Don't pull out.
Don't let go.  Just fuck me 'til you're done.  Just fuck me."

A few seconds later, a long flow of cum bubbled out and shot onto the door.
I bit my lip and Red froze with his cock buried deep inside.  I tightened
my rim and tried hard to push him out, but he pressed his hips against mine
and thrust his gut into my back and tried to hold me still.  When he heard
me breathing again, he starting fucking me faster and my ass squeezed hard
on his cock... 6...5...4...3...2...1... Red exploded another load into my
gut and whimpered affectionately into my ear, biting the lobe with his
front teeth.

As we stood there together with our outstretched arms gripping onto the top
of the wall, Red let his cock soften, and then he released a final stream
of piss, which warmed my gut and gave me the feeling of having received a
special gift from a secret admirer.  He moaned into my neck as his bladder
emptied into me.  I think he'd been holding it back for a while... just for
me.

"You like?"

"Very much.  Thank you.  Wish I could keep it there, but at some point that
piss has got to come out.  You might want to leave."

"Nah.  I'm cool."

Red sat me on the john and stood in front of me and pushed his cock into my
mouth.  I sucked away the piss and cum and all of the juice my ass had left
behind as a steaming enema poured from my gut into the toilet.  He rubbed
my head and shoulders as I relaxed my way through a pleasant piss dump just
as the sun was streaming into the room from the upper windows above the
stalls.

We were starting to hear cars and doors, so Red told me to dress quickly.
He had a plan.

We slipped out of the bathroom and took a sharp left past my truck and
headed for his white rig with the dairy animals painted on the side.

"Aged cheese." was all he said as he pushed me into his cab and climbed in
behind me.

"What the hell are we doing?"

He wouldn't say, so we sat and smoked cigarettes until the rig was
sufficiently warm and ready to go.  Red drove a bit down the interstate as
I drifted off with my head on his thigh, but was awakened as we exited and
headed about five miles down a country highway.  Red finally turned into an
old 1970s style campground that I never knew existed.

He blew his horn at the Super's house as we drove by and parked next to the
large bathhouse near a clearing at the front of the grounds.  I was
surprised that he was able to maneuver his truck into the place, much less
know where it was.

"I stay here sometimes.  It's homier than the stops.  Better
facilities. Costs more though."

Trucker Red reached into the back and snapped up his kit and a handful of
towels and off we went.  Having camped a lot as a kid, I knew bathhouses
really well, so I was surprised at the shear size of this one, which had
had a modern retrofitting recently.  It was almost plush, not like the
sterile showers they offer at the truck stops I frequent.

We were the only ones there, so Red picked a large shower stall, ushered me
in, and closed the door behind us.  Red planted a big deep kiss on my face
as he unfastened my jeans and rubbed his hands into my naked crotch.
Romantic old fucker, I thought, but I kissed him back and pushed my tongue
into his mouth.

I looked around and marveled at a shower built for four men (practically),
two heads, a large one that hung from the ceiling and one on the wall, and
a toilet and sink right in the large shower stall.  Don't know what the
architect was thinking, but I assumed it was a botched attempt at a
handicapped stall, or maybe he was a homo playing a sick joke on the
unsuspecting straight world.

Red powered up the showerheads and in a moment the whole room was filled
with thick hot steam and a lot of water spray.  We left our clothes in a
pile on the bench, and took our filthy naked bodied into Shower Central.  I
stood under the rain sprayer and Red sat on the toilet and emptied the rest
of his gut as I played Gene Kelly, and then he joined me in the hot rain.
Red soaped me up really well, washed my hair, and then worked three slick
fingers into my tail as I bent over the damp sink just off to the side.

Red had finally decided that he wanted a taste of my ass, literally.  Now
clean as a whistle (almost), he slipped his massive tongue inside and
face-fucked my hole as he knelt behind me under the rainmaker.  He
eventually stretched out on the warm wet floor and pulled me onto his face.
The position gave his tongue maximum advantage, and he shoved it deep into
my shitter and began stroking both his soapy cock and mine.

I took his hard pink slab of beef into my mouth as I pushed my ass into his
face and let the whole thing slip into my throat as I bounced my head on
top of it.  Red seemed content to keep digging inside of me with his
tongue.  Periodically, I sat up and rubbed fresh liquid soap into Red's
hairy belly and used my fingernails to massage him down in exchange for
what he was doing to my asshole.  Damn, that was a deep-throated tongue
fucking.  Damn.

Trucker and I stayed in that shower stall for almost an hour.  I felt like
a kid playing in a hot rain with a naked stranger.  After much foreplay,
Red finally put me on all fours in the center of the shower and let the
rainmaker coat my back and the wall mounted sprayer splashed just over the
top of my face.  Red got on his knees behind me and slowly wet fucked me
one long last time.  I blew my last load of spunk into the drain, and
Trucker left my ass holding a small sample of seed.

We sat outside on a picnic table, smoked, and drank coffee from an
automated machine that sat in the front hallway of the bathhouse.  After
his second cigarette, Red popped the question (NO, not THAT question...).

"You free the next two weeks?"

"Ha. No.  I'm afraid not.  Work, bills, other commitments.  You know,
standard stuff.  Why, what did you have in mind."

"A trip to Birmingham and back.  You riding shotgun.  Keepin' me comp'ny."

"I'd like nothing better, but I have to get back.  Can you call me the next
time you're in town or passing through?  Maybe we can get a room or stay at
my place."

"I can.  It'll be a while.  But I can.  Won't remember me though, will ya?"

"Are you fuckin' kidding me??? Damn straight I will.  I don't even know
your name and I'm already thinking about waking up to that dingy red hair
of yours and making biscuits for you.  How's that for remembering?"

"What do you do anyway?  For a livin' I mean?"

"Uh... well, I work at the local Gas-n-Haul mostly, part time at the
bookstore.  Stuff like that."  I left off the part about hooking truckers
and selling my ass.

"That it?"

"Whaddya me?"

"You seem smarter than that.  ED-U-CA-TED... and you just sell gas and
dirty movies?  That's it?"

"Yeah.  It's a recent alteration in my lifestyle.  I'm scaling back on
commitments.  I don't like pressure.  I hate stress."

"Uuh huh.  You're name ain't Chris is it?"  Trucker looked down at his
feet, almost embarrassed by the probing question AND its sudden
implication.  Trucker took my silence to mean that I wasn't going to
answer, so he finally put together his first full paragraph.

"Ten days ago, I was at that motel across from your work and had the flu,
so I camped there 'til I could drive safely again.  I heard someone pulling
a party train of three or four dudes in the next room - Through the wall.
Several hours of banging and screaming.  Sounded like everybody was havin'
a good one.  Thought about joinin' in but I was pooped."  (I did remember
that night.  I'll tell you about it one day.)  "So the next afternoon I was
walking around the lot and asked a guy about it and said it was probably
Chris making himself some booty money.  Told me about this hot white guy
chargin' for ass and get'n dirty or whatever the guys wanted.  Mostly black
dudes from what I hear'd.  He pointed you out as you drove off.  Said you
was worth the dough.  You had on a cap that day, so I didn't make the
connection when I saw you on the shitter this morning.  I recognized that
grey truck when we pulled out of the lot earlier.  So I'm thinkin' it's
you.  You the same guy, right?"

"And if I were... you would...?"

"Aah man, it's cool.  I buy whores sometimes.  Not whores that look like
you.  I get it whenever I get th' chance.  I ain't judgin'.  I am kinda
curious as to why you didn't say anything and why you give it away this
morning to me and that guy in the suit.  I'da walked you out to the truck
and probably ripped off a few bills if you'd offered me a roll in the rig
this morn.  But that toilet thing was fun.  Don't get many scenes like that
one.  Mister Suit probably had a thou pushed in his wallet but you didn't
seem interested in his cash... or HIM for that matter."

Silence from me was all Red got as I slurped the last drop of coffee and
lit a cigarette.

"It is you.  I'm right, ain't I?"

"Yeah.  It's me.  I'm the dirty 'ho who sucks cock and sells his ass to
truckers of ALL colors.  You happy now?  You have FOUND ME OUT.  Busted!"

"Don't be that way, man.  I ain't judgin', like I said.  I was jist curious
about things.  I kinda like you, to be honest.  You bein' a pro don't make
much of a difference to me.  Don't think I'd wanna marry one, but I like to
watch too, so maybe."

I don't know why, but I felt this tremendous sense of shame.  Not regret,
just shame.  He said he didn't care, and for all I knew, he was going to
string me up and leave me for dead in a few minutes, but we made a
connection... a very obscene one, but a connection nonetheless.  I wanted
him to be impressed, and maybe he was, but I still felt as if he needed me
to be something other than what I had become.

"I figured if you're free for a while then maybe you might like to take a
long ride to 'bama.  Might be fun.  I gotta small place there, ain't much
but it's mine, and was gonna rest a little.  We could get into a lot of
trouble together.  I don't take to people often, but you seem the friendly
sort, so I jist figured... well, never mind.  I guess it was a dumb idea.
You got three jobs looks like, so I guess you'll need to hang around here.
I didn't know you worked too."

"I'd love to.  I really would, but I can't.  I do want to see you again
though.  I do.  If I give you a number will you call me and look me up?"

"Sure.  Don't see why not.  This road ain't always on my route, but lately
I've been hittin' it more than normal.  I'll be back through here in maybe
six weeks or so."

"We can grab dinner, maybe.  I'll show you around."

"Seein' the town ain't what I had in mind."  Red grinned and jokingly
squeezed his nuts.

"That too."

"I gotta pay for it next time?  Now that I know the score?"

"No Red... you don't have to pay for anything.  Promise."

"How'd you know my name's Red?  Well, that's what I been called for a long
time.  Red."

"You're name really is Red?  Damn.  I've been calling you that in my mind
all morning.  I do that... invent names for people.  Guess I got it right
this time."

"Guess so.  Real name's Rodnee.  Rodnee Carlow.  Spelled with 2 e's and no
y, but my folks called me Rod or Roddy.  Red's fine though.  Red's fine.
48, by the way, I'm 48."

I didn't feel the need to provide Trucker Red / Rodnee Carlow with anything
other than a phone number.  He drove me back to the rest stop where we met,
gave me a long deep kiss right in front of two aging grandparents, and then
he was off, almost four hours behind schedule.  I drove home, stripped
down, and took a long and well deserved nap.

Okay, so chill.  If you know me well, you know that I don't actually fall
in love very easily, but you also know that I'm human and when someone
shows a little tenderness, I can get mushy.  Of course you also know that
I'm not capable of monogamy, have no interest in it, and won't tolerate
anyone trying to "save me."  I think that's why Red hit a nerve.  He was
all of the above: rough, raw, ready 24/7, but still capable of both
tolerance and genuine emotion.  If I were to settle into something, then it
would have to be with someone like him.  This is just the first time I've
ever written anything about the topic.  I'm done for now, so let's move on.

I stayed locked up in my shabby apartment for a day or so, worked a shift
at the Gas-n-Haul, and then headed off to the bookstore.  I was pissed
about the loss of Mo and Derrick (and the missing revenue) and was still
worked up over the time I spent with Red.  I hadn't blown a load in almost
36 hours and was feeling itchy... and dirtier than on most days.

It was late in the afternoon on a business day, but not post dinner hour,
so the lot was mostly empty.  Next door was Will's off-duty SUV, and by the
front door was Benny's truck.  I didn't see either one when I went into the
back, so I assumed (correctly) that Benny was blowing Will.  I crept
around, ignored the rat-faced little man winking at me, and settled into
booth four.  Sitting on the other side of the wall was Will, naked from the
waist down, watching a naughty nurses movie and chomping on a cigar.  In
his lap was Benny, sloppily bobbing his head up and down on Trooper Will's
boner.  Benny had his uncut cock out and was slowly stroking himself as
Will concentrated on the flick.  I couldn't watch that scene comfortably.
I was jealous of their friendship (which was apparently lengthy), and I
missed Red's cock and quiet fortitude.

I did watch for a few minutes, but soon split and headed out for the
maintenance sheds located behind the new wing of the hospital.
Construction was done (unfortunately), but stuff was still to be moved in.
It was in that "in between stage."  The maintenance sheds were an old
collection of buildings and workshops the construction teams used to house
their command center, supplies, break room, toilets, etc... On the back of
building 3 (a makeshift lunchroom mostly for management types and skilled
laborers) was a forgotten door that opened to a large bathroom with two
toilets, a urinal, and an old working sink with a cracked mirror hanging
over it.  I had first stumbled on it one Sunday afternoon while looking for
abandoned lumber for a bookshelf I needed.  Inside, I had found two guys
sitting on the two toilets having a jerk off contest or something.  They
were young, 17 or 18 maybe, so I puffed up and ran them off.  I read the
walls and sniffed around and concluded that this was a private hook-up
space for a few of the crewmembers.  I've wanted to go back ever since, but
wasn't sure what I'd find when I did.

So there I was, parked in my old grey truck, sucking on a cigarette and a
peppermint and wondering if my choice of an old jockstrap was authentic
enough to please whomever might happen by.  I hadn't seen anyone go in, but
two guys had just left, so I assumed it was empty.

I walked into the room, which reeked of fresh piss and a faint smell of old
shit, and looked around.  Empty.  The wall between the two toilets was
gone, and they sat only two to three feet apart.  A half roll of toilet
paper sat on the floor between the two johns, sitting in a pool of old
piss.  The sink was dripping and a single light bulb was swinging from a
cord above.  Yep.  Felt like home.

I pushed my jeans down to my ankles and my old jock to my knees and sat on
the dirty toilet and rubbed up a nice boner.  The only other thing I was
wearing was an old black flannel shirt I'd picked up at a thrift shop.  I
unbuttoned it but left it on so as not to distract from my crotch.

Someone must have been watching, because a few minutes later a large Latino
stomped in.  Brawny, tall, and sporting a belt of tools used to lay carpet,
he checked himself in the mirror then walked to other toilet and unzipped
his work pants to free up his cock.  I stared at his uncut dick and he
stared at me.

"I don't think that one flushes anymore.  You can piss in mine if you
want."  I thought that sounded like a good line.  Right to the point, no?

Brawny Guy didn't move, he just turned his body slightly and shot out a
load of piss onto my thigh then cut off his bladder.  I rubbed it into my
cock, licked my palm, and so he decided to join me.  He fired the next load
onto my neck, just below the chin and let it wash my chest and tits before
dripping onto my cock and nuts.  He cut off the flow again and stepped
really close.  He said nothing but I knew what he wanted.  I opened my
mouth so that he could fill it with his brown cock and he let the rest fly
into my throat and stomach.  I cupped his balls and ran a finger along the
sweaty flesh that led to his asshole.  He seemed to like it because his
cock started to beef up as his piss stream softened.  When he finished his
piss he pulled his cock out of mouth and slapped me lightly on the face
with it a few times.  This really pumped him up, so he pushed his thick
boner back into my skull and wrapped his dirty hands around my head.

"Yu wanna fuck?  Yu can take a big cock?"  Brawny spoke with a heavy
accent.  Portuguese, maybe?  Could be.  I know Mexicans, and this guy
wasn't a Mexican.

"Twenty dollars.  You give me twenty dollars and you can put your cock in
my ass.  You got twenty dollars?"

"Twenty?  Yes.  I have.  Yes."

I didn't bring any lube, but I had some hand lotion in my car and for
whatever reason I had dropped the small bottle into my pants pocket.  I
reached down and retrieved it while he dug a 20 out of his back pocket.

"How?  How do you want to fuck me?"

"Uh.  I fuck you."

Okay, I guess it was going to be ladies choice for this one.  I shoved the
twenty into my boot for safekeeping and turned around.  For effect, I
dropped my shirt on the floor and popped the waistband of my jock, which
was hovering on my thighs.  I gave him the lotion bottle, turned around and
bent over the toilet and filled my head with a big whiff of his piss.
Brawny squirted a glob of it onto my hole and then another onto his brown
cock and then shoved a finger in my asshole and twisted it around as he
rubbed the lotion into his dick.

Just as he was about to push his uncut pole into my ass a heavy-set
dark-skinned black guy came in and dropped his mouth in apparent shock just
as I turned to see who was in the doorway.  Brawny stepped back, trying to
cover, but that was hard to do with a seven-inch rod covered in grease
pushing at the backdoor of a naked white guy.

"Aaaah, man.  I need to bust a gut bad.  You two just gotta wait 'cause I
have got to hit that can.  Brawny didn't say anything, but I stood up and
invited him in.

"It's cool.  Come on in.  We'll wait, unless you don't care."

He didn't seem to hear me.  He just unfastened his belt and tried to push
his pants down as he walked to the john.  He took a good long look at the
two of us and I could tell that he wasn't completely grossed out over the
idea of two guys fucking.  There were cleaner bathrooms around, so the fact
that he chose to take a dump in this place told me that he was looking for
action too.  He started to sit on the other john, but Brawny waved him to
ours muttering something about a flushing.  He had actually believed me, I
guess.  The black guy straddled my toilet and started to sit, but I
couldn't help but notice that his cock was a little hard at the sight of my
naked ass.  Like I said, I was feeling raunchier than unusual, and looking
back, I'd say that I was trying to kill all thoughts of Red's tenderness,
so all of this was like a drug or a second bottle of scotch.  Kill the
pain, I thought.  Kill the pain.

 "You got ten dollars?" I asked.

"Huh?"  Black guy was still standing in a half squat trying to hide his
boner.

"That guy just paid me twenty bucks to fuck my ass.  That's what he was
doing when you busted in.  Fucking my ass.  You give me ten bucks and I'll
give you some head while you take a shit.  But this guy gets to pick up
where he left off, so he's gonna fuck me while I do it.  Ten dollars.  How
about it?"

"Yeah.  Go ahead.  Sounds freaky, but yeah.  You can suck my cock.  Damn
straight."

Before big black Fred (his work shirt had Fred on the pocket) sat on the
can, I bent over and let him shove his fat black cock in my mouth.  Sweaty
and musty, I let up just long enough to tell him to feel free to piss when
he took a shit, no extra charge.

"You got it, skank."  He dropped his fat ass on the can and shit out a
nasty load of runny black filth and shot a hot load of piss into my throat
as he emptied his gut.  It was vile.  I won't lie.  I wanted to vomit, but
I just needed to think about his cock and get my mind off of Red, and it
seemed to be working.

I shook my ass to signal that Brawny was missing out on his purchase and
grabbed both of my cheeks and spread my ass wide so that he could see my
greasy hole.

"Step up Estan.  Shitty here needs a cock up his butt.  You bought it, so
get to it.  I ain't gonna sit here and have all the fun by myself."  So
that was his name.  Estan.  They knew each other, apparently.

Estan found his mark and pushed his cock into my ass and didn't seem
interested in a long slow ride.  Maybe it was Fred.  Who knows?  Anyway, he
started up and before long had his crotch banging hard against my ass as I
continued to suck on Fred's meat with the smell of his shit wafting in the
air.

I didn't feel very good about myself at that point.  My ass felt great with
Estan's cock tearing up my rim, and Fred's dick had a salty precum that
gave my tongue a nice buzz, but I hated the motivation that had sent me to
that bathroom.  It was making me debase myself more than usual, and I
actually felt as pathetic as these guys assumed I was.  I started to stand
up and leave, apologizing along the way, but I couldn't do that either.  I
was so low that I couldn't even quit what I never should have started.

"Ride him dirty Estan.  Ride him baby.  The freak train is on the track
YEAH!"  Fat Fred was grinding his hips into my face as the last of his gut
shot out into the bowl.  "Hmmm, good one.  Damn.  Suck it baby.  Suck on
that black stick.  Yeah... you gonna get some spunk in both ends baby... uh
huh... gonna fill yo' nasty holes good.  Aaah Ahhha... Mmmm...  Yeah,
squeeze it out.... I'm got one... here it comes.  Aaahaahahah... Here is
CUMS!"

Fred could not cum too soon for me.  He pushed my head hard with both hands
as he shot his load into the piss pool that was already splashing around in
my gut.  I swallowed it all without even letting it hit my tongue and then
stepped back, pushing Estan off balance a little as he tried to pick up the
pace and blow one inside my cheap twenty-dollar ass.

Fred reached down and wiped his shit hole with that piss-soaked paper and
flushed the john.  Estan pushed forward, and I had to balance myself by
catching the seat of the bowl.

"Ten bucks Shitty.  Here's yo'r ten.  Be seein' ya and you have a good one
Estan."  Fred tossed two five-dollar bills in the other tank and left
without closing the door of the bathroom.

Estan was still banging my ass, but was breathing heavily and showing all
signs of being on the verge.  He started mumbling again, in Portuguese, and
then pressed both of his palms into the small of my back and pushed down
hard then powered his hips with a quick series of deep upward thrusts.
Boom.  Estan popped off a heavy load and shoved me forward, causing my face
to almost hit the water in the bowl.  That was nice, I thought.  Pretty
basic, but nice.

We took a minute and caught our breath.  Estan pulled up his pants.  I
leaned against the wall with a cigarette and pulled my jock over my boner.
I kicked off my boots to remove my jeans, and then put the boots back on.
I liked the way I thought I looked, so I went with it: old jock, white
sweat socks, black square toe ankle boots with a steal buckle.  I don't
know why I wanted to stay, but I was too lonely to go home and I liked the
new surroundings.  Besides, the smell of the place was intoxicating, and I
hadn't cum yet.

"Piss, yes?"  Estan wanted to piss again and thought enough of me to offer
it.  He walked to the toilet he'd just fucked me over and pulled out his
cock.

Instead, I stood with my back to the tall dirty urinal on the wall and
slowly slid down and let my ass sink into a puddle of piss that had
collected in the clogged drain.  I lifted my arms and grabbed onto the
silver pipe that held the broken flusher and locked my fingers behind it.
I think he understood.

As I positioned my asshole on the drain and got comfortably uncomfortable,
Estan waved his limp cock and ambled over to the urinal.  He shoved his
dick in my mouth and dumped another load of piss, which I quickly
swallowed, but he pulled out to hose down my face with a healthy dose, and
then finished off by dousing the old jock that held my bloated boner.

"I call my friends.  You do some more?"

"Yes.  Call 'em.  Get them down here.  I'll be waiting and tell them to
drink up before them come."  Estan mumbled something in his phone that I
couldn't understand.  He lit a cigarette and paced.  "Don't leave.  They
come."

"Tie me up, if you're worried.  Go ahead.  Tie me to the damn pipe."

Estan pulled a cell phone charger cord from his cargo pocket and knotted my
wrists together behind the pipe.  I could have probably freed myself at
some point, but his knot was done well, and I was surprised that something
so tight could still be comfortable and secure.  I guess he'd had some
Naval training back in his country, wherever that was.

Seven, maybe eight minutes later, three equally ethnic blokes wandered in
and caught a glimpse of Estan's new toy tied to a urinal.

I felt trapped, but anxious for some more humiliation.  These three looked
up to the task.  They chatted a little, but kept a studied expression all
around.  They weren't looking for fun, just some serious action, which I
doubted that they'd seen in a while.

I won't bother with serious descriptions because it isn't important, and
you probably don't care anyway.  They were workman.  Dusty, hardworking
types who probably had wives but saw their fair share of man action on the
side.  Typically, they were the kind of men one sees in places such as
this.  Decent men don't use these types of rooms; they don't even know they
exist.  Guys who come in here to piss or take a shit are looking for other
things as well, so I didn't really worry about them.  Like Fat Fred, they
knew the deal.

The first guy stepped up to the urinal and bent his knees as he pulled out
his meat, uncut and dark brown, like Estan's.  He grabbed my elbow and shot
some piss into my hair then drew a line across my forehead with it and then
dropped the rest of it in my lap.  He aimed at my covered cock and squeezed
to make it fly faster.  Before he'd finished, a second guy muscled in
beside him and already had his cock out.  He nodded his head at me and
opened his mouth to signal what he wanted.  I did, and he used it for
target practice.  I couldn't swallow fast enough, and a cup full of his
steamy piss poured down my chin and into the ceramic bin below, drenching
my abdomen as it washed down my naked body.  When his stream started to
lighten, he washed out my exposed pits with the rest of his bladder.  The
warmth from these two pissers really relaxed me for some reason.  I
remember thinking how comfortable I felt at that moment... how loved.  I
know, weird, but there it is.

Estan was watching his cohorts from the side and grinning at the scene he'd
set-up.  I didn't know how big this carpet installing crew was, but these
were clearly his buds, the ones he runs around with, gets drunk with,
shares whores with.  Estan was also sitting on the shitter with his pants
around his ankles.  I caught a whiff of his fresh shit, which had filled
the room and mixed with the stale scent of old piss and the fresh stuff
that was clinging to my flesh.  I didn't feel raw enough at that point.  I
wanted to feel more.  I needed to go lower.

"You speak English?"  I said the second guy.  He nodded, but only grinned.
"Gimme a taste of your sweet asshole man.  Back up here and let me lick
your ass.  Come on, stick your nasty ass in my face.  You too, all of you.
Line it up and let me eat some ass."

Second Guy pushed his jeans down around his ankles and stepped out of one
leg and spun around and showed me a nice pair of round tan cheeks covered
in a mat of black fur.  He spread his butt with his hands and exposed a
dark funky asshole, and before I could really admire it he had pushed it
into my face.  I inhaled his musk and wiped his ass with my tongue,
shooting a glob of piss flavored spit right into his chute for traction.  I
slowly tongue fucked him as he grinded his ass into my face while his
friends watched.  The other two nameless fuckers decided to strip down for
me.  They dropped their jeans in a pile and took turns forcing my tongue up
their shitters.  I felt good.  Raw.  These guys were hot and dirty.  More,
man.  More.  I wanted more.

I looked over at Estan and he was busy wiping the shit from his asshole
with the last of the old toilet paper.  When he finished, he took off his
pants and hung them from a nail on the wall, and he looked deadly serious.
I think ol' Estan wanted some more, too.  I looked out the one window the
bathroom had and noticed that the sun had gone down, meaning the shift was
over and everyone on the site was headed home to their wife's cooking.
That explained Estan's sudden need to hang around: no wife.

He made his way to the urinal and slapped my dirty face with his cock a few
more times (a bit of a trademark of his, I think) and pulled on his thick
foreskin in a manner that only a dark European piece of scum can do.  "You
eat my ass now."

Estan turned and pushed his shit-stained plump piece of tail onto my face,
twisted his hips, and dropped his hole over my tongue.  A truly despicable
experience.  He managed to grab my skull and pulled it towards him as he
settled in for a nice bath.  Estan stepped forward and wiped his fingers
into his hairy crack and sniffed them.  Not satisfied, he leaned back again
and had me give his shitter another wet tongue wipe.

So apparently Third Guy was curious about my tied up wrists.  Was I being
held captive?  Yep, I was a prisoner of my own devices, but no one else's.
With his beefy uncut pole swinging in the stale air, Estan untied my wrists
and turned my ass to his friends.  He then retied them as they had been
before.  He seemed to think that I would like this, or that his friends
would.  Either way, I was still a prisoner of sorts, and the four of them
now had a fresh piece of ass to play with.

Third guy whipped out a long flabby cock and rubbed it on my chute then
pissed a stream of fresh piss on my hole.  He held it about a half inch
from my crack, allowing for maximum spray, which coated my entire backside
and made my ass feel warm and ready.

"Hey dude.  No.  Piss on my face.  Get up here and wash off my face!"  He
complied and shot the last of his gut onto my face and washed away Estan's
scent.  "Somebody damn well better start fucking me.  Which one of you boys
wants to show me a good time?  Come on, don't be shy.  Rip me open."

I guess that was all the invite they needed.  The three of them, and later
Estan, all took a ride on my tail, and each one left my ass full of cum,
which was leaking pretty heavily when those four were finished with me.
When they left, Estan pulled two fifties from his wallet and tossed them on
the floor next to the urinal.  He took his cord with him too, and asked me
if I'd me back tomorrow?  Unfortunately not... but maybe in a couple of
weeks, assuming this old shit can was still standing.

I sat in my worn out old jock on the floor with my shoulder pressed against
the urinal as the cum leaked out of my ass thinking that it was time to go
home.  Instead of getting up to piss, I just let it go while I sat there
and gave my jock and the dirty floor a fresh layer of urine.  I was
exhausted.  Had there been a mattress in that place, I probably would have
stayed around for the night.

A few minutes later, a black janitor came in with a mop and a bucket.
Damn, someone cleans this place?  Who knew?

"What the hell is you doing here?" he said as he dropped his bucket on the
concrete.

"Getting my ass fucked.  Can't you tell?  Just made 130 bucks for it.  My
discount rate."  This guy was big, but what was he going to do?  At that
point I didn't really give a shit.  One day my smart mouth is going to get
me killed.  I'm well aware of it.

"I got one more round in me if you're interested you dirty black buck."  I
got on my hands and knees and aimed my ass his way, just waiting for him to
call the cops.  "Come over here and give my ass another round.  Primo piece
of white tail... all yours."

"Yeah, I'll fuck ya, you ol' mangy dog.  I seen yo'r ass at the Jerry's
Video.  Didn't want none of my cock then, but I guess I's all that's left
for ya now."  I had no idea what he was talking about, but he wasn't
particularly appealing, so I guess I had dissed him at some point.  I felt
bad, so now I could make it up to him.

Janitor got between my legs and slid his cock in my ass, giving me a nice
long fuck, just like I wanted.  He made up for his lack of physical
presence with his thick black cock and a masterful stroke that was deep,
patient, and methodic.  When he was done, I sucked the cum of five men off
his dirty old pole, gave his balls a fresh scrub, and let his stinking ass
ride my face while I enjoyed a long jerk off session for the first time
that afternoon.  He said that I smelled like a "terlet," and so he poured a
bucket of soapy mop water on me after I took a long greasy shit while
watching him work.  I said goodbye, dressed wet, and drove home.  I left
the janitor my 130 dollars for having to clean up the afternoon mess.

Sometimes I get nervous about the filth I ingest, so after finishing off
half a cold pizza, I knocked back four glasses of whiskey and swallowed
half a bottle of the pink stuff and retired to my couch for the night.  Two
phone calls followed.  The first was from Mo and Derrick.  They were headed
up the interstate on Friday and wanted to party in the motel of my choice
Friday night and all day Saturday.  Fine... 1200 bucks minimum, maybe more
depending on how long I stayed.  They agreed.  Later, Red called.  The
conversation, as of now, is still private, so I won't provide details, but
he's coming through as well, but not for another month.  We talked for two
hours, and that's all I'll say.

Until next time...

CXG