by blatant_bi_guy
i liked it , need to try that soon but most of our rest areas have officers
patroling , i have not sucked many cocks , mostly with my wife and mostly black ones , but have learned to like it now and swallowing lots of cum is hot
my ass is still virgin but am considering giving it up to one of my wife's black
studs that keeps asking
this was a good story. i seem to experience the same charge in my libido when travelling on the highway, but have never had the opportunity to do what you did. i don't know if i'd follow through on it if i did, but it shure gets me horny reading about it. thanks for a great story.
I enjoyed your storie and i would like to hook up with some guys i was thinking of a-b-store _I don't want to be seen by any one working at the place
Nothing forced. Nothing demeaning. Curiosity settled and satisfied. Will definitely read more.
Loved your story. You energized my fantasy of the opportunity for truck stop action. They are the best at oral and anal treatments as I learned when a met a few at a naturist camp. The "first time" element of your story reminded me of my first time sucking an enormous, thick cock of an older man I met at a gay resort. It was with him that I also learned to love and crave tasting and swallowing fresh, warm man juice. Thanks for the arousing and memorable story!
In the late 90s long before I had realized or acted on my taste for cock I was traveling back to the mid-west from Arizona. One night in some random rest area, not even sure what state is was now, I stopped to take a leak. I've never been a peeker at the urinals but there was something about the guy a few over that made me look. He was 40 something, fit, not tall and looked to be a truck driver, not sure. He made eye contact first as I glanced over in sort of an invitation to look. I glanced down and damn. He wasn't hard but was at least 5 inches hanging soft... If it happened now I would have happily had that in my mouth seconds later but at the time it wasn't going to happen. Still many issues from a mid-west Catholic childhood to get over.
One day it will happen again...