(Story) First truck stop experience.
I've known about this particular truck stop for awhile. It had a reputation before I saw it on Craigs list; lots of old style notes in sharpies telling people to be there at a certain time so a lone trucker could get some release. I'd always been curious, but too nervous to actually pursue any encounters until last weekend... when my horniness got the better of me.
Craigs list said it was most active during weekends in the evening, so, that is when I went.
I sat in the big stall, thinking that made more sense, started stroking myself while I waited. My heart would skip a beat whenever I heard the bathroom door open for someone to walk in and use the urinal, a mixture of excitement and fear for what I planned to do. The nerves ceased after several guys came and went, and I thought I'd struck out for the night. That is, when someone walked in and stopped right outside the door to my stall.
I kept stroking, but my breathing was uneven. My hands started shaking when I saw him peak through the crack in the door frame. Not much time went by he knocked three times, slowly, and just bluntly ordered me to open the door. I unlocked it, and called me a good boy as he slide right in. He snapped his fingers to the floor as I began shaking, and his pants dropped. He pushed my head into his crotch. He was already hard, I think from just seeing someone waiting for him. He smacked me in the face a few times with it, pretty thick but not super long, maybe about 5-6 inches but VERY thick, and rubbed along my cheek. He didn't say much, just forced his cock in my mouth and down my throat. No starting slow, no bobbing my head. Just forcefully began fucking my face. No respect for me whatsoever. I was simply a means to bust a load. Not even a person.
And I fucking loved it!
He fucked my throat so hard and deep, I almost puked. Spit soaked my neck and shirt, tears of a joyful little slut streamed down red face. My gurgling echoed the bathroom, and only twice did people walk in and immediately walk back out when they heard me throat getting wrecked. I only got to take a breath when he pulled my mouth off. Then, right back to shoving himself in and out of my mouth. I knew I was done for after about 15 minutes, when he tore his cock away from my throat and held me by my chin. I was groaning, eyes red, staring up at him, shadowed by his hat. I knew he was about to ask me to bend over, but I was only half right.
For one thing, he told me, not asked. I was still on the filthy bathroom floor, knees spread with my cheek against the tile. I felt disgusting, in the best way. Then suddenly wishing I had brought lube or stretched myself out with a dildo before hand. But I wasn't about to tell him to stop.
He dropped several large globs of spit on my hole. Moaning as he rubbed it, shoving his finger in it. He wasn't gentle at all. Then, with both of his hands on my waist, I felt him put pressure on my hole with his dick. He smacked me hard on the ass when it wouldn't go in. I whined a little bit as the spit began to dry already, but just bit my lip until he'd fully entered me. Once the head got in, he rammed it hard all the way to the base. A grunt was made my him while I cried out. He fucked the absolute shit out of me. No remorse. No control. The minute his dick fully entered my ass, he railed in and out over and over for what felt like 20 minutes but probably wasn't more than 5. He'd push as deep as he could, moving his hips around until my eyes rolled in the back of my head. Then just start railing me again. It was when his thrusts felt off beat and I heard his low groan did I know he was cumming. A complete stranger from God knows where dumped his seed in me.
I was still nothing to him. The moment his load finished roping inside of me and burning me, he pulled out, pulled up his pants hearing the jingle of his belt as he fastened it and just left me there. Not a single word. I debated staying to see if someone else would come by with a turn, but after the noise we'd made I thought it best I just call it a night.
The gas station clerk definitely judged me as I waddled out of there since walking hurt a bit.
Craigs list said it was most active during weekends in the evening, so, that is when I went.
I sat in the big stall, thinking that made more sense, started stroking myself while I waited. My heart would skip a beat whenever I heard the bathroom door open for someone to walk in and use the urinal, a mixture of excitement and fear for what I planned to do. The nerves ceased after several guys came and went, and I thought I'd struck out for the night. That is, when someone walked in and stopped right outside the door to my stall.
I kept stroking, but my breathing was uneven. My hands started shaking when I saw him peak through the crack in the door frame. Not much time went by he knocked three times, slowly, and just bluntly ordered me to open the door. I unlocked it, and called me a good boy as he slide right in. He snapped his fingers to the floor as I began shaking, and his pants dropped. He pushed my head into his crotch. He was already hard, I think from just seeing someone waiting for him. He smacked me in the face a few times with it, pretty thick but not super long, maybe about 5-6 inches but VERY thick, and rubbed along my cheek. He didn't say much, just forced his cock in my mouth and down my throat. No starting slow, no bobbing my head. Just forcefully began fucking my face. No respect for me whatsoever. I was simply a means to bust a load. Not even a person.
And I fucking loved it!
He fucked my throat so hard and deep, I almost puked. Spit soaked my neck and shirt, tears of a joyful little slut streamed down red face. My gurgling echoed the bathroom, and only twice did people walk in and immediately walk back out when they heard me throat getting wrecked. I only got to take a breath when he pulled my mouth off. Then, right back to shoving himself in and out of my mouth. I knew I was done for after about 15 minutes, when he tore his cock away from my throat and held me by my chin. I was groaning, eyes red, staring up at him, shadowed by his hat. I knew he was about to ask me to bend over, but I was only half right.
For one thing, he told me, not asked. I was still on the filthy bathroom floor, knees spread with my cheek against the tile. I felt disgusting, in the best way. Then suddenly wishing I had brought lube or stretched myself out with a dildo before hand. But I wasn't about to tell him to stop.
He dropped several large globs of spit on my hole. Moaning as he rubbed it, shoving his finger in it. He wasn't gentle at all. Then, with both of his hands on my waist, I felt him put pressure on my hole with his dick. He smacked me hard on the ass when it wouldn't go in. I whined a little bit as the spit began to dry already, but just bit my lip until he'd fully entered me. Once the head got in, he rammed it hard all the way to the base. A grunt was made my him while I cried out. He fucked the absolute shit out of me. No remorse. No control. The minute his dick fully entered my ass, he railed in and out over and over for what felt like 20 minutes but probably wasn't more than 5. He'd push as deep as he could, moving his hips around until my eyes rolled in the back of my head. Then just start railing me again. It was when his thrusts felt off beat and I heard his low groan did I know he was cumming. A complete stranger from God knows where dumped his seed in me.
I was still nothing to him. The moment his load finished roping inside of me and burning me, he pulled out, pulled up his pants hearing the jingle of his belt as he fastened it and just left me there. Not a single word. I debated staying to see if someone else would come by with a turn, but after the noise we'd made I thought it best I just call it a night.
The gas station clerk definitely judged me as I waddled out of there since walking hurt a bit.
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