Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2008 03:54:01 -0800 (PST)
From: largoloubear@yahoo.com
Subject: Stomach Full in the Pinelands

During a brief period of my life, I was working on the
southern east coast of New Jersey and commuting to a
community right outside of Atlantic City.  This was 75
miles one way each day.  The ride was boring and
mundane, containing mile after mile of Piney Country.
Pineys are known as the woodmen of South Jersey, many
with the mentality of those seen in Deliverance.  It
has been said that if you break down in those parts,
you might as well break down on the Moon!

On several trips home, I noticed small parking areas
dotted along the stretch of asphalt that goes from
Philadelphia to Atlantic City.  I had heard of sex
going on in those woods, but I never thought in a
million years that I would stop and actually meet
people.

On two previous mid September days, I noticed a white
Chevy parked in the area and a hot looking older gent
purched on the picnic table, having a smoke break.  He
was a thin and tall man in his early sixties, very
tan, quite dirty, with a beer paunch along with a
chubby face complete with a graying scruffy beard.  On
this occassion, we was not wearing a shirt and I
noticed he had a nice hairy chest on him.

I summoned all my courage to pull into the area that
day should I see him.  Nearing the familiar mile
marker, I saw the white Chevy and slowed down.  I
pulled into the rest area and drove to him and asked,
"Is this the proper way to Atlantic City".  I already
knew, but I couldn't think of anything more clever to
ask at the moment.  As he looked, he said in a deep
voice, "Yep, buddy, it is about ten miles ahead...just
stay on this road".  He added, "Headed there for
gambling or a date with the ladies?.

Throwing caution to the wind, I told him that I was
not interested in seeing any "disease ridden whores"
that are blocks from the Boardwalk, just wanting to
try my lock on the roulette wheel.

My mind was telling me to get out of there as he spoke
and smelled like he already had a few beers.  My cock
was thinking otherwise.  So, he was not fresh from the
shower.  So the devil's advocate won out at first as I
started to pull away.

As the tires made crackles in the cinders on the
parking lot, my friend, who I found out was Carl,
hopped off the picnic table and headed for the pines.
He looked at me and winked and kept on walking.

Cock ruled my brain at that moment, not the fact that
this man could be a drunken straight fag hater and
really do a number to me and leave me there for dead.
As if in a trance, I stopped the car just short of the
road and got out to follow my intriguing friend.

I saw his whitish khaki shorts in the distance, as I
wound around the thicket of underbrush.  In a small
area behind a couple of huge pine trees, he stopped by
a sawed off stump.

I slowly approached, and noticed that he already had
his fly open.  Even on a cool September afternoon, he
was already sweating like a hog.  I sauntered up next
to him and asked, "Could you use some company?".

"I was hopin' you would say that buddy, I'm all worked
up from a lack of proper lovin' and I could sure use a
nice warm mouth on my joint", he said frankly.

I then reached inside his damp open fly and took out
about six fat inches that was showing signs of
awakening.  He was cut, fat and thick...his balls were
also taken out for me to adore.  I savored the moment
and smelled and licked his dark pink silky cockhead.
"Aw, man, suck it in, man, it won't hurt none once ya
get a taste of it", Carl spat.

I opened my mouth and sucked him in and started a nice
slow wet blow job.  He asked me to pull mine out to
see if I was getting on this treatment and since I was
pointing north, he was convinced.

He must have worked at a farm, because I could smell
manure and other farm related fumes on him.  His groin
was a mixture of Dial soap, stale piss and work sweat.
 The smell actually worked as a turn on factor as I
continued to suck his average cock.

While I was sucking him, sitting on the stump, Carl's
cell phone rang.  "Hi!", he said, "I'm on the main
road at the forty mile marker and I hhave a wonderful
man sucking the juice out of my cock right now."  He
continued to talk for a minute or two then he hung up.
 That was my buddy who wants to join us a little
later.  He is a bigger guy than me and is really
straight...at least he says he is, but loves a good
cocksucker.

After he hung up, he concentrated on what my mouth was
doing for him.  He was swooning over my tongue action
and he was holding my mouth closer to the opening in
his jeans and humping into my mouth.  "Got a nut full
of ball cream and I'm gonna shoot ya a belly full in a
second", he announced.  He grunted and then I felt his
cock belch some sweet cum on to my taste buds...lots
of it.  "Let me see all my gunk on your tongue before
you swallow, queer boy".  I showed him a very white
tongue and then I swallowed it whole like a couple of
warm oysters.

I carefully gave up my control of his spent organ and
he stood close and told me that his buddy was about
his age, but a larger man and was known for washing
often, he warned.

After some small talk, he started walking toward a
tree and pulled down his fly again.  Never ceasing an
oppotunity to drink some Piney piss, I asked, "whatcha
doin?".  "What does it look like, dicklicker, I gotta
get rid of some beer", he returned.

As he was about to turn, I opened my mouth wide and
boy did he get the clue.  A wide smile came over his
face and said, "I can't believe I actually got me a
piss boy, do ya like to swallow from the tap", he said
with some excitement.  Again, no speaking, I just
opened my mouth wider and he came closer...his aim was
poor as his first spit hit me in the chest, but the
next shot was a bullseye right down my throat.  "I got
an entire six pack in me, so keep swallering, and I
know my buddy will probably use ya too", he said as
his bladder quickly drained.  His offering was just as
I like it...not too bland and not too strong.  His
spigot shut off and I gave Carl back his satisfied
cock...all empty and spit cleaned.

"Man, I loved that...doesn't it taste bad", he asked.
I said that some does and some don't.  His happened to
be very satisfying and very filling.

While he tapped the last drops on my tongue a junk
pickup pulled out and a large hispanic man stepped out
and started walking in our direction.  Papi, as he was
called, came over to me to see that Carl was standing
in front of me just like someone would when they were
using a urinal...limp dick, wide spanse of legs and
looking down at my mouth.

"Just in time, Papi, Carl said, he just drank a tank
full".

"Great because I'm gonna have to take a pee before I
can get a hardon", Papi said.  "Well, what do we have
here" as he stopped and replaced Carl in that same
manner.  He hauled out a thick fat piece of uncut
latino cock and pulled back a short thin foreskin and
said "ok, son, I'm goin to drown ya with me pee".  He
sighed and a flood hit my chin and then pulled my head
on this spewing cock and the force of his stream was
very heavy and his offering was quite tasty.  I
managed to keep up with him and he looked to Carl and
said, "this one is a keeper, hope he sucks as well as
he swallows piss", he hoped.

Carl quickly returned, "like a brand new vaccuum".

"Good", the latin man said, "I need a nice talented
mouth to work me over good, I hope this guy knows how
to suck uncut dick".

After the last few drops of urine went down my throat,
my mouth was already making love to this lovely
trouser trout in my mouth.  His groin odor was not
that heavy, but his lower belly was making me have
problems taking him in as far as I wanted to.  He
guided my head in and out and I was gently sucking and
caressing his cockhead with my lips with his sensative
head still protected in it's spit soaked pouch.  The
angry red head poked out each time Papi lunged
forward, giving my rough tongue a change to slip pass
his urethra.

While I was enjoying this blow job more than the first
one, Papi told me that we had to meet sometime where
we could "do it right".

Well as his fat hairy nuts were clawing up his shaft,
my tongue want crazy around his foreskin as his
testicles vomited into my sucking mouth.  It kept
coming and coming.  It was very rich tasting and I
loved it.

I was so lost in doing him that I did not notice Carl
wacking off next to me and he gave my shirt a dousing
of fresh baby bullets.

I had hoped that I was through as me throat was tired
and my belly was full.  As it got darker, the three of
us spoke as we got into our respective cars.  Papi and
I met a couple times after that...that is another
story with him and his Dad...and I also had Carl for
about eleven months in that same spot...got loads of
cum and yellow water from him.

Lost touch with both of them...but they were some of
my fondest memories.

Thanks to many of you guys who have emailed me...if
any of you know where I can find watersports themed
videos with "MATURE MASCULINE MEN"...or if you even
want to film one, let me know.