Date: Tue, 27 Nov 2001 02:54:45 +0000
From: BUDDY A. <icq4fun2@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pissing Across The County Line - Part 2

My nasty new friend, the jail bird, and I had gotten to know each other
real well by the next morning.  The entire motor home smelled of stale
piss.  As we continued our journey to New York City, we set our goal to
be in Nashville that night.  The only problem was we also decided to
check out all of the rest areas and truck stops on the way to Nashville.

The very first rest area we stopped at, Dale went into the restroom to
check it out and came out with a tall skinny guy about 25 years old buzz
cut and wearing some kind of work uniform.  The two of them were really
laughing as they walked toward the motor home.  When they got there, Dale
introduced this guy to me as Jay.  He was driving a service truck for a
electrician and said he did not have much time but really could use a
good blow job.  Behind closed doors I was sure we could give him just
that.  He had a nice cut dick about 7" and unlike us, he smelled like he
just stepped out of a shower.  We took turns and it wasn't long until
Dale got his mouth full of this guy's cum.  He said thanks and we were on
our way.  The next two stops did not produce any piss or cum but about
mid afternoon, we stopped at a old truck stop/garage.  This time we both
went into the bathroom and took the 2 stalls.  I heard somebody come in
but could not see them.  I took a chance and told Dale that this place
smells like old piss so much it was making me thirsty for some.  I stood
up and could see the man still standing at the urinal.  I flushed the
commode and walked out of the stall.  If I had seen this guy before I
opened my mouth, I probably would have kept it shut.  He was not tall,
about 5' 10", but he had a huge stomach hanging over a small dick.  He
looked me up and down and said he thought he could take care of my
problem.  I told him to come out to the motor home but he had other
ideas.  He told Dale to wait outside and watch the door and then he told
me to sit down on the floor with my back to the wall and my head between
the 2 urinals.  The floor was dirty and sticky but I did as I was told.
I opened my mouth for him to stick his dick in but instead, hot piss
started hitting me in the face and was burning my eyes and going up my
nose.  He did not have a very big dick but he could piss like a horse.  I
finally got it in my mouth and started swallowing all I could.  Just as
he finished, he put it back in his pants and walked out the door leaving
me soaked from head to toe.

Dale and I went back to the motor home and he licked the piss off my
body.  We laid down and took a short nap for about 40 minutes and it was
back on the road again.  When we finally got near Nashville, it was
almost 2 AM.  We pulled into the rest area and Dale went cruising the
rest room again.   He was gone for quite a long time but I could see he
was talking to someone.   I was very surprised when he came back with a
guy in his mid thirties, and wearing a wedding band.  He said his family
was asleep in their car and Dale had told him we would give him the blow
job of his life.  He had also told Dale that he loved to get his ass
sucked and rimmed.  He got in the motor home and started taking off his
clothes.  When his shirt came off, he was very muscular but his body and
arms were full of tattoos.  There were a lot of them but I could tell
some were of Men and some were of Women.  As he took off his pants he
was covered in thick black hair from just above his navel down.  If he
had any tattoos there you could not see them for the thick curley fur.
We all got on the bed and I started working on his dick while Dale went
for his ass.  None of us were in to comfortable a position but when Dale
started eating his ass out, he began to let go with farts that would run
you out of the motor home.  Dale stopped to open a window and when he
pulled the curtain back, there was a teenage boy standing outside the
motor home peeping in.  When the curtain was back, the kid had a full
view of what was going on.  Dale spoke up and said you guys, we have a
peeping tom.  The guy looked up and said OH FUCK!  That's my son.  I
figured that was over, but the guy said, what the fuck, let him in and
keep sucking.  Very calmly he asked the kid if his mother and sister were
still asleep and he said yes.  He told the kid he was just relieving
tension and the kid replied, don't worry dad, I've done that too!  With
that, Dale remounted his hairy ass hole with his tongue.  He started
really talking, eat that ass hole, cum on and get your tongue up there.
He had his hands holding my head pumping his dick in and out of my mouth
and I could tell he knew a good blow job when he got one and he acted
like he had gotten plenty of them.  Dale pulled out of his ass with his
tongue and asked him, you not fixing to shit are you?  He said yea,
and before he had time to say anything else, it started coming out.  He
said just take it and throw it in the commode, as Dale tried to hold it
in his hands and dispose of it.  Neither one of us are into that.  He
came back with some toilet paper and wiped his ass.  That is what it took
to trigger his cum, as he pulled my head away and jacking it, erupted hot
cum all over my face, then back in my mouth to get the last drop.  When
he was finished, he looked at his son and said do as I say, not as I do.
He told him that his mother had not touched him since his sister was born
12 years ago and he got his rocks off anyway and anytime he could.  He
put his clothes back on and we went to bed for the night.  We'll see what
tomorrow might bring!

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