Date: Tue, 4 Oct 2005 11:42:18 -0600
From: Rover <roverzone@mac.com>
Subject: Long Drive Part 2 (gay/urination)

This story features sex between men.  Do not read it if you are
underage or if such material offends you.  Also, the characters in my
stories have unsafe sex.  Enjoy the fantasy, and use rubbers when you
fuck!

LONG DRIVE Part 2

I have a tough decision to make.  I'm on my way from Los Angeles to a
friend's wedding in San Jose, which is tomorrow, but the bachelor
party's tonight.  I'm at a freeway rest stop, still about three hours
from my destination -- and the party starts in three hours.  I've
just encountered the stud of my dreams -- a big, furry trucker, and
we've just had totally fucking amazing sex in the men's room -- and
now he wants me to go back to his truck with him.

If I stay here and fuck around, I'll be late for the party.  But the
groom's not gonna care if I'm an hour late.  Hell, I can always say I
got caught in traffic.  My conscience doesn't like it when I do this,
but my cock has a pretty loud voice too, and right now it's telling
me that an hour of awesome man-sex is tipping the scale.

"I can't stay long," I tell him.

He smiles, turns, and leads the way out of the men's room and across
the parking lot to his truck.  The late afternoon sunlight hits him
sideways and I drink in his look from behind: slightly shaggy hair,
unbuttoned flannel shirt flapping in the breeze, scuffed-up cowboy
boots, and jeans that hug his ass so perfectly that his walk is
hypnotic - I can't take my eyes off that amazing ass.  It makes me
hungry again.  I want more.

I've got a funny feeling, though.  There's something kinda weird
about this guy.  He doesn't talk much.  His head's in the clouds, he
smiles, he's relaxed, he's horny... I wonder if maybe he's medicated.

I follow him into the truck's sleeper.  It's cozy, intimate.  I
inhale deeply.  It smells like him, only concentrated, overpowering.
My brain reels.

He rolls across the unmade bed until he's on his back, propped up
against some pillows.  He peels off his flannel shirt, tosses it
aside, and clasps his hands behind his head.  His pit hair is soaked
and curled together, and the room fills with his funk.  He is so
fucking HOT.  "Help me with my boots," he murmurs, his voice deep and
throaty.

I grasp one boot and struggle with it until it pulls free --
releasing a new blast of funky aroma to make me dizzy.  I can't help
myself -- I grasp his sweatsock-covered foot and press it to my face,
sinking my nose and mouth into the moist, pungent cotton, and
inhaling.  FUCK.  I can't remember ever having done this before, and
now, I can't stop myself.  This guy has me so turned on that I want
to devour him.  My cock is hard again, urgently poking out of my
shorts.  The process repeats as I remove his other boot.

"Ahhhh," he sighs, grabbing the top button of his 501's and popping
open his fly with one determined yank.  His bloated cock and fat bull-
balls emerge suddenly, as if they had been straining, captive,
gasping for air.  I pull on the legs of his jeans, and he lifts his
ass up -- they slide down, revealing his strong, furry legs.  I toss
his jeans to the side of the bed and crawl up to be face-to-face with
this horny devil.  His burly arm wraps around my neck and he pulls my
mouth to his.  We melt into a muscular kiss -- mouths open, tongues
wrestling, spit slobbering, groaning our pleasure.  We're in no
hurry.  We're both into it.  My hands massage his head and neck; he
sucks my bearded jaw into his mouth.  We are lost in horny, masculine
passion.

Finally, catching our breaths for a moment, he smiles.  "Naked," he
says.  I like the way he chooses his words.

As I whip off my clothes, I ask, "You okay?"

"Fuck yeah," he replies, deeply resonant but softly, like a low rumble.

"I mean, you seem a little out of it.  I thought maybe you were ON
something."

He looks at me intently -- like he did when he first saw me in the
men's room.  Like he's trying to look inside me, figure me out.  My
question has taken him out of the moment.  I hope I haven't fucked up
by asking this.

"I took some ecstasy," he admits.

Well THAT explains it.  That explains a lot.   But other than being
spacey, he seems rational, and I decide there's no harm in
proceeding.  "That's cool," I reassure him.

Besides, I can't wait to suck on that big juicy sausage flopping at
half-mast on his thigh.  I slide down and wrap my lips around his
mushroom head.  His meat engorges my mouth, throbbing with a sudden
jerk, letting loose a big gush of pre-cum that coats my tongue.  FUCK
YEAH, BUDDY, FEED ME YOUR JUICE.  Mmmm, I close my eyes and let his
hardening cock fill up my mouth, inching its way down my throat.

I hear him grunt, and feel his hands lifting me up and resting my
body on his in a 69.  I feel his bristling beard on my crotch.  I
feel his sloppy, wet tongue exploring my balls, then traveling up and
down the length of my shaft.  Suddenly I am deep in his mouth.  He
chokes, and pushes my hips away.  I hear him catch his breath, and
then he drops me onto his face again, and starts blowing me like he
was born to suck cock.

I lose track of the cock in my own mouth as I deliriously face-fuck
the brute lying below me.  I rest my head in his musky, sweaty crotch
and let my mouth hang open as his hard cock slaps wildly around my
face, leaking furiously, as he thrusts my cock in and out of his
throat, lavishing his slobbering tongue around it.  I contract my
muscles down there, pumping my meat up fat and hard.  He makes room
as he feels it engorging, deep-throating me as if neither his gag
reflex nor his need for oxygen ever existed.

Finally, he lifts my hips up.  My cock pops out of his mouth.  I hear
him gasp.  A deep gush of air fills his lungs.  Then down comes my
crotch onto his face again.  Only this time, he rotates my hips
forward so my ASS, not my cock, lands square on his face.  His tongue
plunges hard and deep into my butt-hole.

"FUUUUUUUUCK," I whine as he penetrates my ass with his horny
tongue.  Oh MAN I am in fuckin' ass-pig heaven.  This fucker is
eating my ass like he's starving.  Rolling his tongue in circles,
sucking my ass-muscles, massaging my hole with his lips -- this
fucker is obviously a dedicated butt-muncher.  I press my ass down
onto his face, open my hole wide for him, and sigh deeply.  I want to
him in there.  I want his handsome face deep in my ass.  I let go of
every muscle I ever learned to contract, and allow this fuckin'
animal to feast on my rosebud.  He roars his approval.  Waves of
pleasure shudder through me.  My whole body vibrates.

His leg muscles twitch, and his awesome thighs rise up, spread-eagle,
as he brings his knees to his chest.  FUCK YEAH BUDDY, show me that
fine manly butthole, I WANT SOME TOO!   I wrap my arms around his ass-
cheeks, pull his heavenly butt to my face, and plunge my tongue into
his succulent hole with as much determination and passion as he had
done with mine.  AW, SWEEEEEET...  I gorge myself on the soft, tangy
flesh.  His hole is pulsing as it reacts to my invasion, and then it
relaxes, opening wide as I press forward.  I feast.  My brain fills
with the sensations of texture, taste, and smell.  I visualize my
head disappearing into the sweaty fur of his ass-crack.

We are 69ing.  We both groan at our mutual pleasure.  We match each
other's movements, as if we were sucking our own asses.  We are lost
in the unfathomable depth of each other.  We are intimately connected
in a way that would shock the average person.  We are contented.  We
are pigs.

We break.  Gasping, heart pounding, I climb off his muscular, hairy
flesh.  The air is thick with sex.  We regard each other
unblinkingly.  Without a word, I throw a leg across him and mount his
crotch, facing him.  His eyes open wider; he looks at me as if
looking into my soul.  I reach behind my ass, grab his massive dick,
and press it against my puckering hole.  I stare into my trucker's
eyes as my sphincter yields to his wide mushroom head.  My mouth
drops open as the length of his thick shaft slides up my spit-coated
man-chute.  My chest is heaving.  My head spins.  I feel his balls
press against me as I allow the final inch of his hard-on into my
bowels.  Having fully relaxed to let him in, I now clench those
muscles, squeezing his cock, letting him feel how thrilled I am to
have his monster completely inside me.

I collapse onto his chest as he begins to rock his hips, pushing his
fuck-stick in and out of my stretched butt-hole.  My face is buried
in his beard and his sweat-soaked, swirling chest fur as I ride the
length of his cock.  I am fuckin' IMPALED.  JEEZUS, nothing feels
better than this.  This fucker is FILLING ME UP.  Every fuck-stroke
brings cascading waves of ecstasy rocking and rolling up my body.  I
sit upright and ride him, bucking, thrashing, yelling.  "YEAH,
FUCKER, FILL ME WITH COCK!  PLOW MY FUCKIN' MAN-HOLE, BUDDY!   PLOW
MY ASS, MAN, I CAN TAKE IT!  YEAH, I CAN TAKE IT!"

With one motion, he sits up, grabs me, and spins sideways, so I end
up on my back, with his bone still buried to the hilt.  WOW, I'm
fuckin' PUTTY in this guy's hands.  My legs are aloft, spread, and
this god-like, sweaty muscle-bear is pumping his massive tool in and
out of my sloppy man-cunt.  I am getting royally PLOWED.  I am
speechless, but every muscle in my body spasms in intense pleasure.
I see the fire in my lover's eyes.  He plants his mouth on mine and
kisses me violently.  Then our lips part -- he looks at me
desperately, as if wanting to know if it's okay.  Without a word, I
tell him with my eyes, YES.  IT'S OKAY.  IT'S WHAT I WANT.  GIVE IT
TO ME, MAN.

He roars.  He erupts.  I see the man on top of me transform into
something primeval.  He ejaculates into my guts at a thousand miles
an hour, spraying his manhood from the depth of his nuts to the
furthest reaches of the universe.  His pounding thrusts push me to
climax.  My cock spews forth, gushing onto my chest.  The second shot
pops into my open mouth. My toes are curling.  My skin prickles into
goose-flesh.

Our bellows and grunts and spasms wind down as we decrescendo.  Our
eyes remain locked together as his cock withdraws with agonizing
slowness.  I don't want him to pull out.  I want to feel his cock
filling me up forever.  When the last inch of his cock-head finally
pops free, I whimper at the void in my hungry ass.  Instantly he
reaches under me, lifts my ass off the bed, and dives in with his
face, planting his mouth firmly on my gaping, dripping cunt-hole, and
devours it. "FUUUUUCK, BUDDY, THAT'S IT... EAT ME... EEEEEAT
MEEEEE.... AWWW, YEAHHHH....."  I can hear him slurping his cum
noisily as he sucks it from my body, grunting with horny
satisfaction.  Then he plants his tongue on my cum-splattered belly,
sucking the thick white jizz from my fur, slurping his way up my
chest, finally arriving face-to-face.

We grab each other and kiss.  Our mouths fill with our cum, ass-
juice, spit, and sweat.  We breathe into each other -- my lungs fill
with his air, and then I return the favor and inflate him with mine.
Our hands roam, groping, squeezing, exploring.  My fingers find his
butt-hole and slide inside him.  His eyes roll back in his head as he
releases his ass muscles to allow me inside.  WAIT A MINUTE, WHAT THE
FUCK'S GOING ON?  His ass is opening wider, stretching around my
hand, practically sucking it in!  HOLY FUCK, my hand is disappearing
into his ass!  It pauses as the widest part of it challenges him.  He
looks at me, eyes pleading, mouth open, his desire huge.  I feel the
muscles of his ass make an effort to make room for me.  I lean my
body weight onto my hand, and SCHLUUUUUP, in it goes, his gaping ass-
ring closing again around my wrist.

I hardly have time to register my amazement when a fountain of piss
erupts from his cock, spurting high into the air.  In a heartbeat my
mouth is clamped onto his cock, gulping down his golden stream.  He
is lost again, eyes closed, body squirming, murmuring in a deep,
savage language all his own.  When I have swallowed all his piss, I
sit up and make tiny rotations with my embedded fist.  His eyes fly
open.  He nods at me, his face gyrating into wordless expressions of
pleasure, pain, lust, and submission.  With my other hand I stroke
his throbbing hard-on.  His bodily spasms intensify.  A guttural yell
bursts from his throat as ropes of sperm fly from his  cock.  YEAH
MOTHER-FUCKER, SPEW THAT LOAD WITH MY FIST INSIDE YOU!  I rattle my
knuckles against his prostate, intensifying his orgasm.  Jets of his
cum fly around the bed.  As he continues to quake and thrash, I feel
his ass muscles start to push me out.  My hand is released.

He is floating in man-sex nirvana.  I lay on his chest and hold him
tightly.  His rapid breathing starts to slow, returning to normal.
We are still for a long time.

Finally, I stir, and start to put on my clothes.  "Don't go," he
murmurs.

"I have to."  He looks crushed.  "What's the matter?  That was
incredible, but I gotta hit the road.  I gotta be somewhere tonight.
Don't worry, I'm sure there'll be another hot guy along in no time."

"I don't want another guy."

He was starting to sound a little goofy.  "Hey, I like you too, but
I'm sure you'll have just as much fun with your next trick."

"I never done it with a guy before."

I look at him incredulously.  "BULLSHIT.  Very funny."  He's staring
at me.  "Oh, shit, you can't be serious.  You've never had sex with a
guy?  Never?  Nothing?"

He looks away, and sighs.  I wait patiently for an explanation.

"I've had lots of girlfriends, but they always leave, because I
always lose interest in them.  I didn't know I'd like guys.  I never
thought about it.  I like girls, but it was always like there was
something missing.  I got depressed.  A buddy of mine got tired of
hearing me complain and gave me some ecstasy and told me to cheer up."

"So you weren't cruising in the men's room?  You were just pissing?"

"Yeah, I was high, and I had to piss, but I was just standing there,
feeling kinda floaty, and nothing was comin' out, so I was just
strokin' my dick.  Felt so good.  Then you walked in."

Okay, this guy is a case.  "Look, what's your name?"

"Mark."

"Where do you live?"

"Bakersfield."

I finished dressing, pulled out my wallet and gave him a card.
"Here's my info.  Let's talk next week.  You need some time to sober
up and think about all this.  Probably not too smart to fall in love
with the first guy who sticks his hand up your ass."

"Did I do okay?"

I laugh.  This is unbelievable.  "Not bad for a beginner."

He smiles.  We kiss.  OH MAN, I COULD TOTALLY FALL FOR THIS GUY.

He stands by his truck, watching me drive away.  Rejoining the
freeway, I shudder as a drop of juice oozes out of my exhausted
dick.  Automatically, I swipe my hand across it and bring the nectar
to my tongue.

Rover c2005
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