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Rest Stop

By: Darktouch



Bill rested his head wearily against the steering wheel of his car. He had been driving for several hours now and was beginning to feel the effects of the road. After a brief moment he opened the door and got out, stretching with a slight yawn. 

"No one buys coffee" he thought ruefully "they just rent it" he began to walk briskly to the squat brick out building, his eyes straining slightly in the blue-black darkness. Squinting slightly he barely managed to make out the out of order sign hanging from the door.

"Fuck" he thought as he veered slightly to the narrow trail leading off into the woods "just my luck." The trail was much darker than the parking lot and as he allowed his eyes to adjust he saw that it only went about 40 feet before a large tree lay fallen across the path at about waist height. He walked to it and turning slightly began to relieve himself. Before he had time to refasten his pants he felt a huge weight slam him into the log and catapult him half over it, his hands instinctively splayed out in front of him as he doubled over the fallen tree.

"Wha.." he barely had time to gasp as he felt strong-arms grabbing him, pinning his arms to his back as he attempted to struggle. His mind registered at least 5 attackers. Forcing himself to be calm he managed to gasp that his wallet was in the car. One of the men chuckled softly.

In amazement he felt his pants being pulled off and he renewed his struggles, the bark of the tree cut into him, abrading his hips as one of the unoccupied men strode around to his front and grabbed his hair, jerking his head up cruelly. He drew a hand back and slapped him hard across the mouth.

"We aren't interested in your wallet, boy," the muscular man said in a whisper." If you relax and co-operate you may even enjoy this but one way or another we are getting what we want from you"

He could barely see in the darkness of the trail but he could not help but notice how the white tee shirt on the man in front of him rippled over a flat stomach and thick chest. Then, to his amazement, the man knelt down so there faces were level and cupped his chin in a calloused hand. The hand in his hair and on his chin held his face immobile as the kneeling man leaned closer to him and pressed his lips over his mouth, kissing him deeply. In shock he opened his mouth as the stranger thrust his tongue in.

"No" he tried to gasp but the larger man looked at him and laughed softly.

"Oh yes, boy, you see all seven of us are going to have you to night, getting a cute boy like you was the reason Tommy, that is the gentleman behind you, put the sign on the bathroom." The man nodded briefly to whomever was standing behind him and he felt rough hands pulling him off the log and forcing him to his knees he attempted to struggle but the men simply laughed and slapped him across the face.

"Now now" said a strange voice" be a good little bitch and you won't get hurt"

Bill watched in amazement as the men began to kiss and caress each other. Strong hands moving over stiffening bulges visible even through tight denim it was several seconds before he realized he wasn't even struggling as his eyes traveled around the rough circle of men. The two men who were holding him on his knees, however did not take their hands off him. They lifted him to his feet and pushed him into the muscular man who first spoke to him, pressing him against the others body, he could feel the rock hard erection of the tee shirt clad man poking into his bare pelvis he was helpless with his arms pinned behind as the other began to kiss him, his unshaven face was rough and the tongue that thrust into his mouth was urgent, demanding. A moment later he hear a metallic clicking and felt something cold and hard fastening to his wrists.

"Handcuffs" he thought dully. He was helpless. 

The two men maneuvered him to the fallen tree once again and thrust him over it. He was on his toes, his ass in the air and his head facing down.

The muscular man was in front of him now, his fly open and his thick cock standing rigidly out. Bill watched him caress it as he pulled his heavy balls out and stepped closer to his averted face. The man grabbed his hair and lifted his head. Bill desperately tried to keep his mouth closed as the stranger's cock bounced along his cheeks and chin rubbing across his lips.

Without warning he felt one of the men behind him grab his hips and thrust his hard cock into his ass. The pain burned up his spine as he desperately tried to squirm away but the man pushed into him relentlessly. 

He opened his mouth to scream and in an instant the muscular man forced his cock into his mouth, gagging him. 

"Oh God," he thought to himself his thoughts a confused whirl. The man in back was thrusting faster now, grunting like an animal he suddenly thrust deeply and held still. Bill could feel his cock twitching inside of him "he came in me" He felt him withdraw with a pop. His respite was brief, however as the next man pushed into him. This hurt less than the first as his asshole was already relaxed. He opened more easily, receiving his thrusts more deeply than the first and in humiliation he felt his own cock beginning to respond. 

The muscular man in front of him was thrusting more deeply into his mouth in slow, measured strokes, nothing like the frenzied pace the men behind him were using. Bill felt the man's cock sliding over his lips; its fat shaft glistened in the darkness slick and wet from his saliva. The man pulled out of his mouth.

"Stick out your tongue" he commanded. With a breath opened his mouth and complied. "Now" the man said hungrily "lick it." 

Timidly Bill began to run his tongue over the shaft, as he had felt his wife do to him. He began to swirl his tongue over the head of it and lick the length down to his balls. Almost involuntarily he took the man's heavy balls into his mouth and felt his own unwilling excitement begin to grow.

"This can't be happening," he thought urgently to himself, but it was. He was becoming aroused. The cock in his ass no longer hurt; in fact it felt wonderful as he surrendered himself to the sensations of being fucked. 

He had no idea how long he worked the man's shaft and balls: Nor how many of the men had fucked his ass. He only knew that he wanted the sensations to continue. Without warning the muscular man pulled away from his mouth. Bill stretched his head forward eagerly.

"Ask me for it, little Bitch, tell me you want it"

"Please" he begged "Let me suck your cock," He gasped, thoroughly humiliated at his own lust.

Wordlessly the man stepped forward and pushed into his mouth. His thrusts were faster, more urgent now. Bill felt the head of his cock swell slightly as he began to spurt hot globs of cum into his mouth. The salty taste was incredible as he swallowed it greedily.

A short while later he walked back to his car, staggering slightly. He slumped wearily into the seat and looked over at his wife in the seat beside him.

"Did you enjoy your birthday present, dear." He murmured to her softly. "Did you like watching?"

"Oh yes love" she said patting the camcorder "and I am sure we will love the movie"

They sped off toward home, holding hands in contentment.

Rest Stop



The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. 

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However humble, this story is dedicated to Colleen Thomas. Her recent passing served up some bittersweet memories, as it was her work that greatly influenced my own desire to give writing a shot as well as influencing my writing style to first and foremost tell a story. Rest in peace.

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"Rest stop"

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Taylor Richards listened to the crackling of gravel and ground underneath the tires of her 1964 Plymouth Sport Fury. She ran her hand over the bumps in the steering wheel, smiling whimsically. She and her dad had spent a lot of time restoring that car. She remembered the first soft caress of the black velvety interior, perfectly adorned with the burgundy frame. It was the best time she had ever spent with her father. He had passed away a few months after they had finished. But somehow, she always felt that he was still with her whenever she sat behind that wheel. The car had become her refuge whenever her thoughts or heart had become heavy. That's what had brought her to that little gas station and diner in the middle of nowhere; her car's engine still gently rumbling and idling in front of what looked like an old hitching post that separated the lot from the main building.

She sighed as she finally turned the key in the ignition and let the car rest. Without the hum of the engine, her noisy thoughts were free to intrude into the tranquility. She certainly remembered the screaming that had been the prologue to her exodus . . . her now-ex-girlfriend screaming obscenities down the stairs as she strode crying out the front door. 

"You cow! How could you let yourself go like that?! Who do you think you are, you worthless bitch?!" And that was the nicer stuff that had been said. Things between Taylor and Amy had been bad for a while. Amy was a high-end investor at a high-end firm, and as a result had expected perfection from everything in her life, including her lovers and her booze. Taylor was an artist with a talent for urban landscape photography and for finding bad relationships. She had gone up one dress size and Amy had flipped a wig . . . her pet artist had developed an imperfection, at least in Amy's eyes. Taylor knew she shouldn't have let it bother her. Her friends, or what ones that she still had after being with Amy all that time, would have told her that she looked fabulous. But in Amy's eyes, Taylor might as well have been wearing a circus tent. And being someone who had struggled with her weight when she was a teenager, Taylor felt every stinging word. 

But that was so many miles ago in another place. She had gone down to the garage, pulled the cover off her baby and gone for a drive. She didn't ever remember how she had gotten there, but supposed it didn't much matter. Somewhere along the drive, she seemed to have cried herself out.

She looked around. There were three other cars in the parking lot. There was a Porsche, a beat up Ford F-150 from what appeared to be the Stone Age, and a cute little VW Bug. It was one of the new ones, but Taylor didn't hold that against the poor thing.

Taylor leaned up against her car. If she strained her eyes hard enough, she could see the extra fat around her waist that Amy had been talking about. 'Why do I wear this crap?' she thought, referring to her bare midriff. She had always loved that look . . . snug low-rider jeans, a bare midriff and a torn tee-shirt. But she should have stopped wearing it when she put on those five pounds. Maybe then Amy . . . 

"Screw Amy," she said out loud, leaning her head back and letting her long brown hair dangle in a warm desert breeze. Saying that had made her feel a little bit better.

She stepped up on the creaking wooden planks that made up the front walk of the store that accompanied the two antiquated gas pumps. The boards groaned under her feet as she walked inside, a little bell dangling from a string announcing her entrance. Inside, a little radio on the counter was playing Arlo Guthrie's "Alice's Restaurant." The shelves were mostly empty and a single cooling unit stood next to the register, humming contentedly. She glanced over its contents . . . 

"Tab?" she whispered amusedly, looking at one of the off-pink cans on the top shelf. She hadn't had one of those since she was a kid at her Grandma's house. Bittersweet memories . . . her grandmother had never quite forgiven her for being gay. Things had been civilized after Taylor had "come out," but the magic was obviously gone.

She glanced over her shoulder. The other half of the room acted as a little restaurant, though Taylor didn't see what kind of business it could do out here. Surprising, several tables were occupied. There was an iron-jawed and arguably handsome middle-aged man in a business suit right in the middle of the room, apparently arguing with his palm-pilot. A younger man in a United States Marines uniform was nibbling on a rather crisp looking salad at another table, while a pretty eighteen year old girl with a golden pony-tail and a cheerleader uniform was sitting at a third. 'Is this a diner or a meeting of the New Age Village People?' she thought, trying to amuse herself.

"Have a seat sugar, and I'll be with ya in min," came a delightfully Southern accent from behind a pair of swinging doors that separated the dining area from the kitchen. As soon as that voice was heard, the Marine and the man in the suit both looked towards those doors a little too eagerly. 

Taylor wasn't even all that hungry, but the idea of kickin' back and relaxing for a minute didn't seem all that bad. So she pulled up a chair and leaned back, grabbing a menu from underneath the salt-shaker. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught both of the men in the room sneaking glances at her, and suddenly she was self-conscious again and instinctively placed her arms across her midsection. She was saved from her embarrassment, at least temporarily, by the squeaking hinges of the kitchen doors. And Taylor quickly found herself without the benefit of oxygen flowing to her brain.

The woman walking out carrying a tray of grub was . . . amazing. It was the only word that Taylor could think of. Curly dark hair tried desperately to escape that little waitress cap that the woman had on, and it wasn't the only thing trying to escape its confines. The woman had a set of curves that would make the Pope rethink his vows, and a face . . . oh that face. Taylor had seen women described as beautiful . . . this was the first one she had seen that DEFINED beautiful. 

The woman dropped off a salad for the cheerleader, a club sandwich for the businessman and a plate of chicken strips and fries for the marine. Taylor noticed the businessman's gaze caught on the woman's perfectly rounded backside for a little longer than might be deemed appropriate, but Taylor couldn't blame him. She was enchanted by the view from the front as the waitress wandered over.

"Sorry 'bout the wait, hun. I'm the only one here today, so I'm pullin' double-duty," the woman said with an ear-to-ear grin. "What's yer pleasure?"

Taylor knew she had to say something; otherwise she'd look like a total fool. But she was so captivated by those beautiful green eyes and olive complexion . . . 

"Uhm . . . what would you suggest?" she asked quickly. She had long ago discovered that it was easier just to let someone else decide.

"Would you like to take uh look at the menu?" 

"Nah," Taylor said, leaning back and trying really hard to look relaxed. "Just bring me out whatever you think would make good traveling food. Oh, and . . . never mind."

The waitress looked puzzled. "What? Sumphin' you want?"

"A Tab?" Taylor asked meekly before she could stop herself.

"Not a prob," the woman replied. "We got it on tap." She offered her hand. "My names Lilly, by the by. I'll be your chef, server and con-fi-dante for the afternoon." Lilly grinned again. "You want sumphin', just gimme a holler." Then Lilly turned around and headed back into the kitchen. And Taylor got a good-if-brief view of what the businessman had been looking at, and Taylor appreciated it just as much.

Then she noticed that the Marine had seen her checking the waitress out, and his face was disapproving.

'Whatever,' she thought, though she quickly averted her gaze. If he couldn't handle being in the same room as a lesbian, then . . . well, heck with him. But she fixed her face on her table . . . she didn't want a confrontation. But when those doors swung again and Lilly swayed over to put a fizzling glass of pop on the table, Taylor couldn't hide her gaze.

"Take a picture hun," the waitress said. "It'll last longer." But Lilly was still grinning, and Taylor didn't feel so bad at being caught staring directly at the woman's cleavage.

"Sorry," Taylor replied. "It's rude."

"Rude? Sweetie, any day when I can still catch a youngin's eye is a good day for me."

"Really? Why?"

"At my age . . ."

"But you can't be a day over twenty-five!"

"Looks can be deceivin'." 

"Ma'am," the Marine said shortly, "could I get a refill please?"

"Polite even in disdain," the waitress muttered. She went to get a pitcher of iced-tea as the young man shook his head.

"What'd you do that for?" the businessman said. "You ruined the floor show!" He was grinning, but his smile held much less appeal for Taylor than Lilly's had. He had directed this comment directly and loudly at the younger man.

"It's indecent," the Marine replied. "In public, anyway," he added hastily.

'What? Suddenly you don't want to be seen as a bigot?' Taylor thought. She was so tempted to give him a piece of her mind. But she knew she wouldn't. She never did. She just sipped her Tab and went back to staring at the ceramic salt & pepper shakers in the center of the little round table. Then Taylor heard another chair at her table being pulled back. She looked up and saw the cheerleader.

"Hey," the girl said shyly. "Mind if I sit with you? I hate eating alone."

"S'okay with me," Taylor said. The girl wasn't giving off any gay vibe as far as she could pick up, but she wasn't picking up any of the same feelings of resentment she had gotten from the young man.

"Thanks," the girls said, going from shy to bubbly in the beat of a heart. She plunked her salad down on the table. "This is so yummy," the girl started to say. "This dressing . . . like, oh my God . . . It's some kind of fat-free Italian I think, but it's SO better than anything else I've ever tasted and . . ."

Taylor was completely unprepared for the never-ending stream of conversation that poured forth from the young girl. 'Where is it all coming from?' she thought. Then she remembered. 'Wait . . . teenaged girl. Enough said.' It had been a decade since she had been a teenager, but some things you just don't forget. She noticed that she was getting leered at by the older man and stared at by the younger . . . 'To hell with you both.'

"Nice to see y'all gettin' along," Lilly said as she walked up to the table with a bowl of some soup that smelled delicious. "Green chili stew," Taylor said. "Never done wrong by me yet!"

"God, it smells wonderful!" Taylor said. "That was fast!"

"I had a feeling that someone would be wantin' it, so I've had some stewin' up all day. Want anything else?"

Taylor looked up at the angel in the waitress smock. 'Apple pie,' she thought. 'A nice cold beer. You.' "No thanks," she said out loud. 

Lilly nodded, and went over to talk to the marine. He may not have approved of her interactions with Taylor, but no one could mistake that he was eyeing her as well. He was just more polite about it.

"Save some for the rest of us," the businessman whispered to the girls with a creepy wink.

"What jerks," the cheerleader "whispered," making it just loud enough for the two men in the room to hear. "My name is Laura, by the way." She offered her hand. 

"Taylor." She smiled at the young girl. "Thanks for coming over, by the way. Things were getting . . . uncomfortable." She looked at the younger man who was now completely captivated by the waitress.

"I know," Laura said. "It's why I came over." The girl blushed.

"My knight in shining armor," Taylor said. "You do this a lot?"

"Nah. I just . . ." The girl stopped and looked away.

"What?"

She sighed. "It's just . . . I always want to stand up for people . . . I just never do. My parents got rich 'bout four years ago, and suddenly I was one of the popular kids. Being popular apparently means looking down on other kids and not caring about anyone but yourself."

"Kinda deep for salad-talk," Taylor said, trying to lighten the mood. She wasn't great at dealing with problems . . . hers or other people's. 

"Sorry. Not your problem."

Taylor felt uncomfortably warm. The girl was just reaching out . . . "No, go ahead." She took the girl's hand and let her flinch (as people who were "okay with that lifestyle" often did), but then Laura relaxed. 

"It's just I ran into a friend at school a few days ago . . . an old friend anyway. I hadn't talked to her in a year, but she was one of those girls that we said 'Best friends forever'? You know the kind? But she's a bit overweight and has glasses and . . . and she was getting ragged on by other kids. I wanted to tell the all to fuck off, ya know? I didn't though. I was afraid they'd turn on me . . . my new 'friends' would. I got home and I kept picking up the phone to call her . . . but what would I say?"

"That you were sorry?" Taylor said, a tad obviously. 

"That doesn't even begin to cover it. How do you apologize for something that you knew was wrong when you did it and . . . worse . . . know you'll probably do again?" Laura looked like she was going to cry. "So I said I would go over to her house and apologize and that would make it real. I guess I just chickened out and started driving around . . . wound up here."

"Well I'm glad you did."

"Me too. At least I finally got to stand up for somebody . . . even if just a little bit."

Taylor noticed that Lilly had taken to staring at the table with the two girls and was . . . smiling. But not her usual happy and jovial grin. She seemed satisfied for some reason. She stood up and with a quick sway of her hips she wandered back towards the kitchen. The businessman stared intently after her. 

Taylor turned her attention back to the young girl at her table. Laura was looking a little spaced out. "You okay?"

"Yeah," the girl said, blushing a little . . . no, not blushing. Glowing. The girl was glowing. "I . . . sorry," she said. "I just think it's time for me to be going."

Taylor was confused, but Laura didn't look like she was uncomfortable or unhappy with Taylor, so . . . "Well, it was nice to meet you," she said, shaking Laura's hand.

The cheerleader stood up and reached for her purse. 

"Don't worry," came a voice from the kitchen. "On the house."

Laura looked whimsically in that direction. "She's nice," she said, walking out the door. 

Taylor didn't know why, but she got up and followed the younger girl out. Laura had climbed into the Bug and pulled out. Taylor looked down the road. She noticed that the fork to the right had some barrels in front of it . . . and a detour sign. Taylor stayed on the front porch until the little car had swerved to the left and faded into the distance after heading up the side of a mountain.

She just stood there for a moment. There was a warm breeze and the moment just felt right. 'Right for what?' she wondered.

The air was quiet for a moment. Then she heard the sound of a couple of pots falling in the kitchen. She waited. She expected that Lilly would say something witty about being clumsy. But nothing. She looked back inside. The businessman wasn't at his table, and the Marine was looking a bit perplexed. He was looking toward the door to the kitchen. 

Taylor was feeling very uneasy. "Lilly? You okay?" She took a step forward. 'Just go sit down,' she told herself. 'Don't get involved in anything.' Her feet ignored her thoughts and took another step. A chair grated, old metal legs with plastic caps bumping over a rough floor. The Marine had stood up. He looked pale. He took several steps towards the kitchen, and then both he and Taylor heard a muffled grunt. Both of them started to run. 

Taylor got to the door first and threw it open. She saw Lilly, pushed up against the wall with her uniform ripped in front, and the businessman had his hand over her mouth. His pants were pushed down just below his butt, and he was pushing up against her. Lilly had a look of panic in her beautiful eyes . . .

"Get the fuck off of . . ." Taylor started to say, before being cut off by the man's backhand. Her face erupted in pain and she slammed against the wall, smashing her head on a shelf.

The Marine looked down at Taylor and then at the other man.

"Hey, one of 'em for each of us. What do you say?! Let's teach these bitches what they've been missing!"

The Marine's face clouded over and he started to growl. He reached towards Taylor, who was too stunned to do much of anything. But the young man's hand went past her face and grabbed a wrought iron skillet. He turned and swung.

The businessman saw it coming and leaned back, taking most of the blow on the forearm. "What the fuck are you doing? They're dykes!"

The younger man swung again, his face set. The older man stumbled away, clutching his arm. The Marine looked at Lilly. "Are you okay?" She nodded. But in the moment of his distraction, he was bum-rushed. The businessman bowled his way past the others and out the door. The Marine made as if to give chase, but Lilly caught his arm. 

"Don't," she said with surprising calm. "He's not a threat anymore. Just let him go." But despite her warning, Taylor and the Marine stumbled and walked to the front, watching the other man jump in his Porsche and tear off. Even with a bit of double-vision, Taylor saw that the barrels that had been in front of the road to the right had blown over and were blocking the road to the left now.

The man in the sports car gunned the gas as he sped out of the parking lot. He grinned wickedly. He had gotten away with it! He felt . . . hot. He reached down and punched the AC. Nothing but hot air came pouring out of the vents. "Fuck!" he said. 'Oh well,' he thought. He could get it fixed down the road, he was sure. But as he drove, the sun just seemed to be beating down harder as the car descended into a valley.

"Why . . ." Taylor said, and then had to sit down. The Marine put a surprisingly gentle hand on her shoulder. 

"Why do you want us to let him go?"

"Trust me," Lilly said sadly. "The proper authorities will catch up with him soon enough." She opened the door. "C'mon back inside." 

The two guests sat at the same table while an abnormally poised waitress fetched a pitcher of iced tea. She returned and poured all three a glass.

"I guess ah owe you some thanks," Lilly said. "Mr. . . .?"

"Sorry. Bill Jenkins. And no you don't. I was rude earlier."

"You stopped him from doin' evil things," Lilly replied. "I think that makes you more than square by me."

"I thought you didn't like . . . our kind," Taylor said, trying to find a non-confrontational way of saying "lesbians."

"I don't," the Bill replied. "But sometimes . . . sometimes it's like that girl said earlier. To you," he said, looking at Taylor. "Sometimes you just gotta stick up for someone that needs it." He looked confused. "I think I forgot that somewhere not long ago. I was . . . I was on patrol just outside of Baghdad. Wound up in a firefight along with local police against insurgents. Made short work of 'em, but captured one alive. Watched as one of the cops walked up and put a gun to his head. I knew we were supposed to take him in at that point. Knew it. But I kept thinking, 'Who gives a shit? This guy would've killed me if he had the chance. Why should I stick my neck out for him?'"




Rest Stop



"What did you do?" Taylor asked, the store strangely quiet around her.

Bill just sat there. "I don't remember. I really don't. Took a blow to the head at some point . . . memory ain't been the same since. Bits and pieces seem to be lost."

"It's okay," Lilly said. "It'll come back to you." She leaned in and gave the surprised young man a kiss on the forehead. He blushed. "I guess you'll be going now?" she asked warmly.

"I guess," he said. He stood up and headed out to his truck. Taylor was still very confused, but followed he and Lilly outside. Bill stood next to the door, obviously perplexed. "Maybe I should get a map," he muttered. "You got any?"

"Nope." She gave him a goofy grin and cocked her head as if contemplating something. "Why don't you go that way?" she said, poking her chin in the direction that Taylor had come from. "Road's a bit bumpy, but the view is worth the ride."

"I think I'll do just that," he replied, coaxing the antiquated truck to life and putting it in reverse. Soon, the young Marine was nothing more than a cloud of smoke and a memory.

"Guess it's just us," Lilly said, sitting on a swinging bench on the store's rickety front porch. Taylor just stood there.

'Should I sit next to her? Maybe I'll just wait and see if she asks me to,' the brown haired girl thought.

But Lilly didn't say a word. She just leaned back, letting the quiet wind sweep past her brunette curls while her eyes closed. Taylor took a deep breath and just sat down.

"This is all so . . . weird," she said, partially to make conversation and partially because it was . . . well, true.

"Not the strangest day I've ever had," Lilly replied.

"Why . . . why do you work out here?"

"It was a job of opportunity," Lilly replied carefully. "Besides . . . you get to meet the most interesting of people. Get to see the best and the worst of 'em. There are a lot worse jobs out there." 

"I'm . . . I'm an artist," Taylor said. "It's not glamorous or anything," she started, hoping that Lilly would jump in with an "Oh, of COURSE it is!" But the girl just sat there.

"Do you enjoy it?"

"I guess. I'm okay at it," she said, finally sitting down. She kept staring at Lilly's face. 'She's so beautiful.'

Without opening her eyes, Lilly said, "Stop staring," with a chuckle. "Yer makin' me self-conscious.

"I can't," Taylor said, and then realized she'd used her "outside" voice. "I'm sorry," she squeaked. "I . . . I'm being too forward. I'll leave if you want me to . . ."

"Do YOU want to leave?" Lilly asked.

Taylor stopped, her mouth open and her heart threatening to burst through her chest. 

"No," she whispered.

Lilly's eyes opened. "What do you want then?"

"Honestly?"

"Always."

Taylor took the biggest breath of her life. "I really want to kiss you."

Lilly's grin erupted. "Was that so hard?" she asked.

"Yes," Taylor said. 

"It doesn't have to be," Lilly said, turning and putting her face just inches from Taylor's. "Sometimes, all you need to do is make one . . . little . . . decision and everything else just falls into . . ."

Lilly's voice was cut off because her lips were quite suddenly and quite warmly occupied. Taylor had just kissed that beautiful waitress for all she was worth.

'What the hell am I doing?' Taylor wondered. She'd never been that forward in her life. But once . . . just once . . . she wanted to take a chance. And with every luscious, delicious and lingering moment, she knew she had taken a good chance.

When she finally broke the kiss, there was no rush of air or gasp . . . she had no breath left. But her lips still felt the warmth of Lilly's, particularly when they playfully brushed against one another. 

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Taylor whispered, following her words with a dart of the tongue.

"See, you've got a silver tongue when ya set yer mind tuh usin' it," Lilly murmured. 

"I can't believe that I'm doing this," Taylor said, blushing furiously. "I'm making out with a total stranger in front of a store!"

"Wanna go back to my place?" Lilly asked, quite earnestly.

"More than you can possibly imagine."

Lilly grabbed her young charge by the hand and practically drug her through a door in the back of the store. There, Taylor saw a small trailer with "Airstream" written on the side. She opened the door and Lilly walked up the narrow steps and pulled Taylor in after her. All evening long, Lilly had been calm and collected in the most extraordinary of circumstance. The calm was gone, and a very distinct and welcome hunger had taken its place.

"Let me," Taylor said, pushing the woman's hands away from her uniform's buttons. She wanted to do it. And she took her time, watching as inch by inch of skin snuck into view. Warm, tan skin contrasted against the whiteness of the bra. Taylor actually got down on her hands as she undid the last button. Then she opened Lilly's shirt up completely and pressed her lips against the soft skin right underneath the bellybutton. She felt the waitress's hands on her head, caressing her hair as she explored that wonderful midsection with her lips, her tongue, her eyes and her breath.

Lilly was reeling a little bit. This had been more than she had been expecting from this girl, but it was a welcome surprise. For her, it had been a long, long time.

Taylor had no rhyme nor reason for the pattern of kisses she left on Lilly's abdomen. She was just enjoying everything about the woman. She slowly stood up and kissed right between those full, soft breasts. Then she kissed Lilly's neck and then . . . then they were face to face.

"What kept you?" Lilly said with a smile.

"I had to take a detour," Taylor surprised. Then lips met lips and tongues danced and time either stopped or sped up . . . not that either of them was paying attention anymore.

"My turn," Lilly said. She pulled Taylor's shirt up over her head and quickly unhooked the woman's bra. Then she removed her own before pressing their bodies together. Her hands sought out the denim-clad behind of her lover-to-be. How this girl could have ever thought that she was unattractive was a mystery to Lilly, but then the human race was still a bit of a mystery unto itself. She looked the girl in the eye as she slid her hands between them and unbuttoned Taylor's pants. She saw a look of anxious desire as her damp panties were exposed to the air, and total contentment when Lilly wiggled her hand inside. She grabbed Taylor's ass and rubbed that sweet mound through those panties, looking forward to the things to come.

Taylor never wanted that moment to end. This woman's touch was amazing! It was amazing . . . the difference in sensation caused by the same act when it came from someone who didn't look down on her . . . someone who, for no particular reason, seemed to care. She reached around as Lilly did her thing, unzipping the top of the woman's skirt and pushing it down past her buttocks. Lilly was wearing bland cotton grannie-panties, but Taylor thought they looked sexier than anything she had ever seen. She grasped Lilly's nicely rounded butt and just gripped it, not wanting her companion to stop even for a second. But she did start kissing Lilly's neck, just because she wanted to.

Lilly had to stop for a moment. She pushed Taylor's pants down all the way so the girl could quickly step out of them. Then she pulled those panties out of her way.

"On the bed," she whispered. "Please?"

Taylor lay on the bed but pulled Lilly with her. And when Lilly's hand sought out Taylor's warm sex, Taylor's hand reciprocated. The two women pressed hard against each other, hands and fingers moving rapidly. Taylor pushed Lilly's legs apart and scooted closer between them. The waitress's legs wrapped around her lover's hips, keeping them close while they fingered one another. 

When Taylor came . . . it was unlike anything she had even dreamed of before. Her whole body wanted in on the action. Her stomach was tightening, her skin trembling, her legs tensing . . . she jerked a bit when the passion first started to flow, and Lilly's fingers inside her seemed to coax her on. She was lying almost limply on her lover's body when she was finally able to think again. 

"So, I'm guessing you enjoyed that?" Lilly joked, but her humor was met with an invigorated passionate kiss.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this as well," she muttered hungrily. She slid down Lilly's body and placed her face between those wonderful thighs after pulling the woman's drenched underwear off of her body. Then she placed her thumbs on Lilly's succulent outer labia and tugged a bit, pressing her tongue inside. She wanted to make the woman's eyes light up and glow like Taylor's had. But for the first time in her memory, she wasn't going to do it because she needed someone's approval. She was going to do it because the idea of making this heavenly creature happy was just damn appealing.

"Oh!" Lilly groaned, her eyes closing and her lips turning upward in a contented smile. That tongue was so far inside that she thought they might be able to French kiss from the inside. She wanted to grind her hips against the girl's face, but she refrained. This was about Taylor doing something good because she wanted to, and Lilly wasn't going to deny her that. 

Taylor was frustrated that she only had two hands. She was using them to help pleasure her lover, but she wanted to touch every square inch of that perfect body.

'One thing at a time,' she thought. 'We've got all day . . . night . . . however long it takes.' 

Lilly extended her arms, bracing herself on the bed as she draped her legs over Taylor's shoulders. Taylor pulled her hands free and reached around, grabbing Lilly's wrists. Her mouth was in exclusive control of Lilly's paradise while her eyes were able to look down the length of that body. Lilly was obviously experiencing tremendous pleasure, and Taylor felt satisfied at that.

She set her tongue into overdrive, pressing her face against her lover's sex so that her tongue had deeper access. And that clit . . . it teased Taylor from behind its hood, so she felt obligated to chastise it . . . at great length and with many kisses and tongue lashes. That tongue was laying siege to the gate to Lilly's paradise, and Lilly finally had to surrender. She held on to that woman's head for dear life and came like there was no tomorrow.

Taylor actually had to chuckle. "It HAS been a long time, hasn't it?" she asked. "I can't imagine someone who looks so damn beautiful having that kind of dry spell."

Lilly was in a lazy shade of dreamy contentment when she finally found the breath to speak again. "I'm just . . . picky," she said. "I haven't found someone like you in many years."

"Like me?"

"Someone with passion, but who just needed the will to express it," the waitress muttered, pulling up on Taylor until the two were face to face.

Taylor thought that an odd thing to say, but when she felt Lilly's fingers slip back inside her body, followed by Lilly pressing her leg against the back of that hand, Taylor really wasn't thinking about explanations. She curled one leg around her lover's body and helped build a rhythm as Lilly humped her own leg and hand against Taylor's mound. She kissed that sensual mouth and then trailed her tongue around until she got to Lilly's ear. She took the soft lobe in her teeth and pinched gently. When Lilly gasped, Taylor knew she was on to something. So while Lilly pleasured Taylor's nethers, Taylor pleasured the other woman as well as she could. She kissed neck, sucked on ear, and returned to drink from those lips a time or two.

When she came again, her mouth latch onto Lilly's, as if hoping the touched of their tongues might transfer Taylor's pleasure like an electric shock. And she wasn't far off. Lilly could literally taste her lover's excitement in a metaphorical sense. And when she pulled her hand up and tasted the girl's cum, it was just as sweet as she had imagined. 

"Can I stay here with you?" Taylor gasped. She kissed Lilly again. "This is better than I've felt in . . . as long as I can remember."

Lilly's face became unreadable for a moment. "Are you sure you're not just looking for someone to protect you?"

Taylor mulled it over. 'How does she seem to know me so well?' 

"Never mind," Lilly whispered. "Just . . . I think maybe you should sleep on that idea."

Taylor just then realized that the darkness had arrived, cooling the air and firing up the desert orchestra of crickets and coyotes. And sleep seemed to be just what the doctor ordered.

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The next morning . . .

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Taylor awoke feeling truly refreshed. She was trying to remember the last time she felt that good when she woke up or . . . at all. And better yet, Lilly was there . . . awake and smiling. 

"I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to wake up."

Taylor grinned. "I had this terrific dream. I met this really hot waitress and . . . well, the sex was amazing. Not the sort of thing one wants to wake up from."

Lilly looked a little sad for a second. "Better get dressed," she said. "I'll go make you some breakfast." She got up and headed out the door, fully dressed.

Taylor was confused. Did she do something wrong? Say something wrong? And when did Lilly get dressed? Wasn't she naked and in bed a second ago? The artist got out of that comfortable bed and slipped into her own garments, then made her way into the diner.

As soon as that door opened, Taylor smelled something wonderful. 'How did she get cooking so fast?' she wondered. She strode around the shop, the antiquated wood flooring creaking from time to time as if objecting to be roused so early. Taylor glanced through the front screen door.

"That doesn't seem very secure," she mumbled. And how could Lilly have just left the store open all night? She saw the rolled up papers on the porch outside and went to get them.

Lilly stared out through the window in the kitchen door. She could see the cogs in the girl's head clicking now. She was figuring it out. It almost broke Lilly's heart to see. 'One good meal,' she thought sadly. 'One good morning and she's on her way.'

Taylor sat down at one of the checker-clothed tables and opened up one of the four papers 

"What on earth is she doing with four papers all the way the hell out here?" she said. The first paper was from a small town in Texas. The headline read, "Train crossing mechanical failure leads to tragic end for local teen." 'That's horrible,' Taylor thought. She barely noticed Lilly putting a cup of coffee down on the table or sitting in the chair next to her. Taylor was just reading the story of how a young cheerleader lost her life when her car stalled on the train tracks. She had apparently had the music up and didn't hear the train, and the guards had failed to come down. Taylor turned to page two and saw the picture of the girl who had died. Her mouth went dry and her brain went numb.

"That's . . . not . . . possible," she said. It was Laura . . . the girl she had had lunch with just yesterday. How had she gotten all the way back to Texas and then . . . She put the paper down.

"Keep going," Lilly said sadly.

Taylor was drawn to the next paper. It was from a big city out east. When she opened it up, a rotating fan's breeze swept over it, rustling the pages and turning them to the obituary section. Right there in front of her was a picture of a middle-aged man . . . the man who had tried to rape Lilly."

"George L. Tyler died yesterday of a heart attack while working late in his office. He was seen by his friends as a man driven to succeed. His secretary called 911 when . . ." Taylor stopped reading. "Oh my . . . no . . . this can't be." She glanced at the other two papers. One was the New York Times and the other . . . the other was her home town paper. She looked at Lilly. "What's going on? How can they be . . . but . . . I just saw them and . . ." Tears started to creep out of her eyes.

Lilly hated this part. She had never been left feeling so empty. She just had to remind herself that good things would come of what unfolded . . . good things for Taylor.

"They're dead?" Taylor asked.

Lilly nodded.

"But that means . . ."

"I'm afraid so," the waitress replied as gently as she could.

"But how? Why? I'm dead too?!"

Lilly nodded again. 

Taylor started to cry outright. "Is this some kind of sick fucking joke?! How can I be . . . I mean last night . . ."

"Before you say another word, last night was very real and very special for me. Been a damn long time since I felt that way."

"But I'm DEAD!" Taylor screamed. "Why . . . why is this . . ."

"Read," Lilly said, holding out the girl's local paper. She needed to go all the way now. She needed to truly believe.

Taylor took the paper with numb and trembling hands. Buried in the "local" section . . . "Taylor Richards, a popular local artist, was killed last night when her Plymouth Sport Fury lost traction while hydroplaning . . ." Taylor stopped. In the back of her mind, an image . . . a memory was working its way forward. She remembered. She saw the windshield of her car as it was lit up by rain drops. She had been crying then too . . . crying because of what Amy had said about her and crying because she knew that eventually she would go back to that bitch, or someone just like her. She could almost feel herself cranking on the wheel when her tires had left the road. She heard herself screaming when her car crashed through the railing and into the icy river below. And she remembered thinking, for just a moment, that at least her useless life was finally . . .

". . . over," she finished out loud. "Why is this place . . . why am I here?"

Lilly took the girl's hand. "There are a lot of good folk in the world, and some not so good. And in the end, we're all judged by the choices we make. But sometimes . . . sometimes folk are interrupted before they can make that choice. Sometimes they die before that defining moment . . . when they chose the kind of person they're going to be. My Boss is a forgiving sort, but even He's got rules. You heard their stories. Laura had to wanted to make things right after being selfish, but she died before she got the chance. She had to be given that chance."

"And this man . . . George Tyler?"

Lilly looked a little disgusted. "He had actually lived a . . . decent life. Not the friendliest sort, but nothing scoring as a major sin. Then he started to covet that secretary that called 911 for him. He'd actually wanted to cheat on his wife with her, but she'd refused. So he'd started thinking about ways of making her his, whether she liked it or not. Lots of people have bad thoughts but don't necessarily act on them. He died before he had a chance. He had to be given an opportunity to do the right thing. If he'd just sat there quietly, he might've gotten a pass."

"You put yourself up as bait?"

Lilly smiled tiredly. "I was in no danger. I promise you that. Luckily, young Mr. Jenkins just needed to show that he would defend anyone who needed it, and he rose to the occasion." She sounded proud. "C'mon," she added, taking Taylor by the hand and leading her out front.

It was a calm, warm summer morning by all appearances. Taylor looked down the road and saw that the road was clear in both directions. The barrels from the other day were gone. "Is that really how it works?"

"The Man upstairs likes His metaphors," Lilly said. She looked to the right. "One road leads to His absence . . ." She turned to the left. ". . . and the other to His presence."

"But the marine . . ." Taylor was confused. "He went that way," she added pointing away from the fork in the road.

Lilly handed her the last paper. The cover story actually brought a smile to Taylor's face. It told the story of a young soldier who had been shot in the line of duty while trying to keep the peace in Iraq. After initially believed to be beyond hope, field medics had been able to resuscitate him. He was being sent home to a small town in Massachusetts as soon as his wounds allowed.




Rest Stop



"Don't know why, but sometimes He let's 'em have another round if their will is strong enough. He could've taken the left road, but I guess he felt he had unfinished business back home."

Taylor, inexplicably, began to weep again.

Lilly was confused. "What's up? Hon, it's okay."

"How can it be?! I'm going to hell aren't I? I mean, I'm a . . ."

Taylor placed a finger on the girl's lips. "Shh. You REALLY think that He much cares about that? A lot of people have been trying to guess what He's up to for a long time. Not all of 'em get it right. Keep in mind that He gave me a job."

Taylor held Lilly's hand against her mouth and kissed it. Then she cocked her head. "How did you . . . you know . . . get here?"

"While He may not judge me for the company I keep, the community that I used to be apart of did. I lived in Mississippi during World War II. With all the men off to war, some of the women-folk got bored. I made a cardinal mistake. I was married to a white man, but I fell in love with a 'colored' woman."

"Oh . . ." Taylor wasn't sure what to say.

"Local folk found out somehow and . . ." For the first time, Lilly looked genuinely flustered. "Let's just say that the end weren't pretty. They threw her body in the river . . . she got found and became a symbol for the civil rights movement. I got sent to the bottom of a swamp. When my husband got back from the war, they told 'em I just run off. Figured it'd be easier on him thinkin' I was a tramp or somethin' than . . . well, you know." Lilly regained her composure. "Needless to say that when I came by this place . . . it looked a might different back then . . . I think it might be an understatement to say that I wasn't quite ready to play nice with the Lord. The man in charge of the station tested me and I guess I passed. He'd been here a long time, so I just kinda took over."

Taylor was just staring. Then a puff of air escaped her mouth. Then she started to chuckle . . . and to laugh. 

Lilly, once again, was caught by surprise. "What the tarnation has gotten into you?"

"You ARE older than you look!" Taylor said, her mind clinging to threads of sanity.

Lilly grabbed her chest through her apron. "Ain't bad for a woman in 'er nineties are they?" And then the two women shared a long and much-needed laugh. "C'mere," she said, putting her arm around Taylor's shoulders. "I want you to see what happens when the system works." She was looking down the road at an approaching car. As the convertible got closer, Taylor saw a woman . . . in her late-thirties maybe . . . flying down the road with her red hair snapping in the wind like a banner.

"You're going to test her?"

"Nah," Lilly said, smiling warmly. "Boss gave her a free pass. She's a story teller with a lot to say, and He LOVES to listen. She ended her days with a lot of friends and no regrets. Can't ask for much more than that."

Taylor watched the woman drive by, dust almost obscuring her "C.T." personalized plate, and she found herself thinking about her own life. "So . . . God doesn't mind that you and I . . . you know . . ." Taylor said, blushing furiously.

"I don't think he's exactly gonna begrudge me a tumble after eighty years," Lilly said, gripping her friend's hand. Taylor gripped back. 

"That long?"

"I told ya . . . I'm a picky sort." Another smile. "Trust me . . . you need to feel loved. Everyone does. And when you take that road," she added, looking to the left, "you'll feel it in a whole new way." Then she pursed her lips and glanced back away from the fork in the road. "Unless you're feeling particularly drawn to somethin' back that'a'way. Decision is all yours. Of course, you go that way an' you won't remember what happened."

Taylor looked back that way. Old girlfriends . . . broken hearts . . . some family she still cared about more than they cared about her . . . Then she looked towards the road that led up into the mountains. Peace at last . . . no one looking down on her . . . the end of judgment . . . 

Then Taylor made a decision. And it was her decision. Her gaze fell back on Lilly, who was anxiously awaiting her response. She wrapped her arms around the waitress's neck and ever so gently kissed her own private angel. 

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Later on . . .

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Lilly was sitting on the counter next to the register, looking past the hanging bell and the screen door to the grit and dust of the parking lot. 

'Long day ahead,' she thought. The desert winds carried a sense of confusion, fear, disdain . . . all depositing thoughts and memories into the waitress's mind. This was the way it started, and it was time for figuring out how the tests would work. Normally she would've already figured out how things would go, but she had other things on her mind. Things were different now.

The kitchen door swung open and there stood Taylor, all done up in her own waitress's outfit. It was a little more modern than Lilly's, but Taylor was a little more modern of a girl. She saw that Lilly was staring at her and she blushed.

"I look retarded," the girl muttered.

Lilly couldn't help but grin. She walked over and gave the girl a friendly hug and a friendlier kiss. "You look perfect," she said. Things were different now. She'd never done this job and had company before. Taylor had decided that she wanted to stay, and Lilly hadn't tried to convince her otherwise. "So, how do you want to do this?"

Taylor was still trying to make sense of all the images and sounds in her brain that previously hadn't belonged to her. "Is it always this noisy?"

"You get used to it."

Taylor sighed. She knew she'd make mistakes, but she also knew that Lilly would help her out. 'Here goes,' she thought. Then aloud, "Well, I was thinking . . ."

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The end . . .



Rest Stop



My name is Bill Rogers and I've just finished my senior year in high school. One of my classmates told me about a rest stop way out on the interstate where it's easy to get a blowjob. All you have to do is go in the men's room about ten at night and look to see if there's a guy combing his hair. If there is, you stand at the urinal and play with your dick and the guy will come over and whisper in your ear, inviting you out to his car.

My friend said if the rest room is empty just hang around outside and wait. Sooner or later a fag will come along. He said the fags are usually older, in their forties or fifties. They are not young gay guys. They are married closet queens hungry for young cock and when they swallow your cum they look up at you and you hear a truly grateful, "Thank you."

I tried it and it worked! I got several really good blowjobs including one from an English teacher at my high school. I just leaned back against his car and he got down on his knees and masturbated while he sucked me off. I never saw a head move faster in my life.

Then one night a special fun thing happened. It was a first time for me. A guy about forty-five or fifty, combing his hair, looked over at me playing with my dick. He was a distinguished looking gentleman in a suit and tie who was getting a little bald. I started getting a hard on as he looked at my dick because I figured he was gonna suck me off. He walked over and put his lips to my ear.

"You got a really nice dick," he whispered. "You wanna fuck my wife while I watch?"

Jesus I was suddenly very scared but I nodded, said nothing, put my dick away and followed him out of the rest room. I had no idea what this was gonna lead to.

"My name is Howard," he said. "What's yours?"

"Bill," I said.

"Well Billy boy, you're gonna get a quality piece of ass – real user-friendly pussy. My wife is horny because I don't fuck her as much as she needs. Can you go twice?"

I had no idea if I could go twice. Pussy was a rare pleasure for me and I had never fucked a gal more than once a night. In fact I hadn't been laid more than a half dozen times total since I got my first piece of ass a year ago. I was practically a virgin.

"I can go twice," I mumbled as I followed him in the dark, trying to sound grown-up.

This was a brand new experience and I was gonna enjoy it. My dick was hard as a rock and throbbing.

He led me to a big, white Lexus SUV parked in the back of the lot. He opened the back door and I got in. All the back seats were folded up and there was a lot of space on the floor as well as a few towels and several pillows. I saw a lady sitting in the front seat. She looked about the age of my mother – maybe forty or forty-five.

"Margie," Howard said. "This is Billy. He's got a big uncircumcised cock. Billy this is my wife Margie. She's real horny and she wants to fuck. Honey, you get in back. Get naked and show Billy what you got."

Margie got out of the front seat and opening the back door she climbed in and sat on the floor with me. The back windows were tinted so no one could see us in the dark. Some light from a streetlamp allowed me to see Howard's wife. He must have parked in this spot, I thought, because of that light.

Margie began to undress. She was a little overweight - enough to make her tits really big. As she slipped out of her panties I saw a very hairy beaver and a nice belly. Jesus I asked myself, what's it gonna be like to fuck someone her age?

I slipped off my shirt and pants and skinned out of my jockeys. My dick popped out and stood straight up. It was almost aching in anticipation.

Margie reached over and grabbed it.

"You're right Howard," she said. "He's got a beautiful cock. Eight – maybe nine inches and thick! Can you see it?"

She began to stroke it, pulling my heavy foreskin back with each stroke to show her hubby the bulbous head of my cock. Jesus that felt good! Howard was leaning over the back of the seat staring at my dick, obviously now a helpless prisoner of his perverted fantasy.

"I can see it," Howard said, his voice hoarse from arousal. "Shit! It's over twice the size of mine! This kid is hung like a stallion. And Jesus! Look at those big, low-hanging testicles."

"They're hanging low Howard because they're heavy with sperm," his wife chuckled.

Howard was trembling with arousal and his voice was hoarse as he said, "I wonder how many loads he's got in there."

"More than two," Margie said giggling, as she reached down and fondled my balls. 

"But Howard, you're gonna get to watch your loving wife empty all that thick, creamy jism out of 'em. This kid is young but he's got a man-sized cock and he's gonna shove this thing into me deeper than your little peter has ever reached."

Howard was moving around in the front seat and I could tell he was taking off his pants. That poor, helpless bastard was gonna play with his peter while he watched me fuck his wife. I'd read about this kind of thing on the net but this was my first encounter with it. This was fun!

As I had that thought his wife bent over and took my cock in her mouth. I'd had a couple of girls suck it briefly before I fucked 'em but this was completely different. That bitch just swallowed most of my dick deep in her mouth till I could feel the head of my cock press against her tonsils. Then she pulled back and moved her tongue under my foreskin, swirling it around my glans. God that felt good!

She sucked me briefly and then suddenly rolled me on my back and mounted me cowboy. I'd never fucked in that position before. I felt my dick slip easily into her warm wetness and then she humped to take me deep and riding me easily she went from the head of my cock down to my pubic hair, rubbed her clit against my pubic bone a couple of times and then lifted up rubbing the lips of her vagina the full length of my cock. Then, rhythmically, she repeated the process again and again, slowly at first, then faster and faster.

Her big tits were hanging down in my face and swinging rhythmically as she fucked me. I reached up and played with them. Then I reached around and played with her ass. Jesus! This felt great! This was fabulous pussy!

I thought my balls were gonna explode. I don't know how long it took but suddenly I was pumping a heavy load straight up, deep into her pussy. She slammed down on me with a moan and pushed her clit against me and then I felt her vagina start to contract, grabbing my pecker like a strong hand and squeezing repeatedly as she groaned in ecstasy with each contraction. I'd never felt a pussy cum before. It was spectacular!

Both of us were panting for air as we lay there.

"Damn Howard," she said. "This kid is huge. That thick thing goes deep!"

Then, suddenly I felt her being pulled off my body and rolled on her back. Her husband had gotten into the back of the SUV and rolled her off of me spreading her legs and lifting her knees high in the air.

He buried his face in that freshly fucked pussy and started sucking out the juice making wet squishy noises as he licked and sucked and swallowed. He had one hand under her ass lifting her up and he was jacking off furiously with his other hand as he ate my cum out of her. I'd never seen this before even in a porn video.

He had no pants on but he was still wearing his coat and shirt and tie. It was ludicrous but I was too aroused to see how silly he looked.

Margie began to laugh loudly. She put both her hands behind his head and pulled his face tight against her pussy and started to hump, face-fucking her horny husband, who was eating my jism out of her.

"That's it baby - eat it out," she commanded. "Suck that jism out and swallow it down. That was a big load honey. Get it all! Creampie taste's best when it's fresh and hot."

She turned to me laughing and said, "This is Howard's favorite meal! Freshly fucked pussy! Hot and juicy!"

She lifted her ass up from the floor of the van and ordered, "Lick my asshole Howard. Some of his juice ran down there."

Howard was in the process of licking her asshole when suddenly he groaned, grabbed a towel, and began ejaculating as he pounded his little peter. Jesus, I thought! He really does have a little dick. I'd hate to be like that. How embarrassing!

Then Margie grabbed Howard by the hair of his head and forced him down on my crotch.

"You're not finished yet honey. You gotta suck that dick till it's hard and ready again," she said still laughing, as her helplessly horny husband slobbered noisily sucking my dripping cock.

Turning to me as he sucked she said, "Howard's not really a fag but he likes to watch so much that he sucks cock to get a guy ready to fuck me."

"That's it Howard! Get him up," she commanded as she grabbed him by the hair of his head and forced him to take me deep into his throat. 

I felt a pair of big fleshy tonsils embrace the head of my dick. Howard's mouth was not nearly as pleasurable as his wife's but he did get me hard again. Margie yanked him away from my erect cock and pulled me on top to fuck her missionary.

"Your turn to do the work Billy boy," she said.

I started fucking her but she shifted her thighs and grabbed my hips and adjusted our position. Suddenly I felt my pubic bone start to rub her clitoris.

"Gotta work on my clit to get me off," she said. "This way feels better."

Then I remembered the few gals I'd fucked. I never stimulated a single clitoris. No wonder they never had orgasms. Every eighteen year old needs a horny, forty-year-old bitch to teach him how to fuck, I thought. I supported myself on my arms and looked down at her tits, rolling around on her chest, nipples erect.

"Take your time honey," she said. "Just fuck me deep and enjoy the pussy. Pound it. It won't break. We'll both get off."

"And look down there at Howard," she added with a chuckle. "This is the way he likes to watch his wife get fucked – up close and personal."

I looked down at her husband whose cheek was on the floor under her left thigh. He was staring at my dick going in and out of his wife, his eyes just inches away. He was close enough to hear the squishy sounds and smell the juice! My balls were hanging low in my scrotum and swinging back and forth, slapping her in the ass with each thrust. Hubby was masturbating furiously. 

She saw me watching him and speaking softly to me she said, "Hubby would rather watch me get fucked than fuck me himself. And that's fine with me – the cock on a young, well-hung stud like you is a hell of a lot more fun than that little peter of his. Look at it! He can't be more than four inches long!"

She was right. As I looked, his little dick was no longer than the width of the hand he was jerking off with. Jesus! I'd hate to be that small. Girls must have laughed at him growing up. Maybe that's why his sex desires are all screwed up.

This turned out to be a long and leisurely fuck – the best fuck I had ever had in my life. She had her orgasm right after I did and once again I felt those powerful pelvic muscles grab my cock and squeeze. Wow! This was everything that fucking should be.

Pulling me close as we rested she softly whispered, "Thank you baby. Thank you very much. Call me. Please. I'm gonna need that wonderful dick again soon."

Then as we disengaged she slipped a tightly rolled piece of paper into my hand. It was obvious that she didn't care if her husband saw her so I put it in my pocket, as I got dressed.

When I got out Howard lowered the driver's window and smiled up at me like an old friend as I stood next to the SUV.

"Thank you Billy. Thank you very much," he said. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."

Then he gave me a warm and friendly smile and continued, "Please call Margie tomorrow. You won't be sorry. I promise."

As he drove away and I walked back to my car, thinking that this distinguished gentleman wants me to fuck his wife on a regular basis. And I'm just a kid!

When I opened the note. There was a phone number and an address. The address was less than a mile from my house in town.

The next morning I dialed the number and a woman answered.

"Margie?" I asked.

"It's me," she said. "Is this Billy boy?"

"Yeah," I said.

"I'm so glad you called," she said. "Would you like to get laid again this afternoon? Howard will be at work and won't bother us so we can get to know each other a lot better."

The eagerness in her voice told me she very much wanted to fuck. Wow! I thought. I hadn't been able to get that soft body and dripping pussy out of my head since I left her last night.

"I'll be there at noon," I said enthusiastically, my dick already starting to tingle.

We fucked all afternoon. The bitch got three loads out of me – the third one with her finger up my ass massaging my prostate. That was a new experience. It was more fun without Howard.

Laying there naked in bed resting, we had a long talk as she casually massaged my testicles.

"You got big balls baby – loaded with sperm. You and me are gonna have a lot of fun emptying out those things."

"It's nice when Howard is not here," I said. "Does he mind you and me being alone?"

"Howard is okay with anything I do," she said. "He lost his manhood a long time ago. He's a cuckold now and all of his sexual pleasure comes from watching me fuck and playing with his little peter."

"Wow," I said in amazement.

"Of course he wasn't always like that, you know. Our love life was good at first and then something happened. I don't know what. We had a son right after we were married. Our boy graduated from college several years ago and now works for Howard in our company. Howard has built a large company and we are doing very well. He's a good husband and a good provider, but occasionally, like last night, his sex drive gets out of control and then ... well ... you saw what happened."

"How often do you ... well ... you know?" I mumbled, embarrassed by this conversation.

"How often do I fuck some guy and let Howard watch?" She asked.

I nodded.

"Once or twice a year," she said. "Occasionally we get a 'keeper' like you and fuck regular for a while. Both Howard and I like young guys that are virile and well hung. That's why I gave you my phone number. Are you going to college here in town next fall?"

I nodded again.

"Then if you like grown up pussy and don't mind Howard watching from time to time, the three of us can have some regular fun. How does that sound?"

"It sounds great," I said. Jesus, I thought! All the pussy I needed easily available.

Then she looked me and said, "I got a friend who likes to fuck. Her hubby doesn't take care of her at home. We play a lot of bridge but sometimes when I have a young stud I invite him to take care of us both. Can you handle two grown women in one afternoon?"

"I don't know but I'd sure as hell like to try," I said, laughing.

"There's just one thing," she said tentatively. "Her husband doesn't have any idea she fucks around and she's scared he'll find out."

"I certainly won't say anything," I assured her.

"It's more than that," Margie said. "She only fucks in the dark. The room has to be pitch black. She doesn't want the stud to know what she looks like - afraid he might recognize her at the pharmacy or at Sam's or something. Can you handle that? Fucking in the dark I mean."

I laughed. That sounded like fun.

"Sure," I said.

"How about this Saturday afternoon?" Margie asked. "I know she's free."

"Fine with me," I replied. "I'll be here at noon."

"Good," she said.

Then grabbing my floppy dick she said, "Want me to get you up for another round?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," I said.

And I enjoyed another fabulous piece of ass. I never knew what fucking was like till I met Margie.

But if my first afternoon was great, Saturday afternoon was like nothing I had ever experienced. I got naked and Margie took me into a pitch-black bedroom and helped me into bed.

Suddenly a warm eager body embraced me and kissed me passionately and then a wet tongue traveled down my chest and belly and a hot mouth began sucking my dick moving rapidly up and down until my cock was hard as a rock and throbbing. Jesus!

Then suddenly DEEP THROAT! That bitch took me deep throat! She took it all till her lips were buried in my pubic hair and I felt my dick go past her tonsils into her throat. A brand new experience!

Then she mounted me and started to fuck. Her pussy was dripping wet and I reached up and felt a pair of big bouncing boobs, bigger than Margie's. I reached around and felt a delightful ass. The bitch was a little overweight but that just made her body better. And all in the dark!

She was obviously a very horny lady and eager to fuck and she was fucking to please herself but I was enjoying it too. I laid back and let the bitch do the work. For an eighteen year-old kid this was the height of luxury. Eager pussy and no work! I felt my orgasm approach and began to hump but the bitch was is total control and she brought me off easily and then I felt those strong pussy muscles grab my cock as her orgasm began.

She moaned almost like she was crying and I heard a whispered voice say, "Oh my God! Jesus that was good. That damn thing is big Margie – really big."

She rolled off of me and Margie started sucking my wet dick to keep it hard. These bitches were gonna use me like a boy-toy. But no boy-toy could complain about that. I had to be the luckiest eighteen year-old kid in town!

Margie fucked me cowboy and then we rested and they played around with my dick. Then I did 'em both missionary. In all, it was about three hours before I headed for the shower. Four loads! It was the best sex of my entire life. Margie said goodbye at the door and she asked if I wanted to do them both again on Wednesday afternoon and I said I wanted to.

When I got home Dad was in the family room watching the golf channel. I joined him and tried to concentrate on watching golf, but my mind was unable to forget that unbelievable sexual experience. Fucking TWO bitches in the same bed. Going from one to the other in that pitch-dark bedroom. They got FOUR loads out of me almost without a single word being spoken – only groans and moans and heavy breathing. Fantastic pussy!

The last thing I heard was a whispered, "Thank you," from my new fuck-buddy as I got up to take a shower. And Margie had scheduled another session for next Wednesday! Shit!

After an hour or so of watching golf the door opened and Mom walked in. She gave a big smile to Dad and giggled, happily.

"You look happy,' Dad said. "Where have YOU been all afternoon?"

"The usual," Mom replied. "Playing bridge with Margie. I had fun and I'm gonna play again Wednesday afternoon."

My mind almost exploded! OH MY GOD I THOUGHT! Could THIS be possible?

And what do I do about next Wednesday? I can't tell Margie!

Will I be able to get it up?

And what if she finds out her boy-toy is ME?



Rest Stop



I was dragged out of my bizarre dream by the deceleration and sudden shift of the seat inside the stuffy cabin. I couldn't remember what flight I was on or what my destination was to be but as soon as my eyes finally focused through my Wayfarers, I realized wasn't in a plane, but in the belly of 'The Beast.' We were headed for our beach house on the Carolina coast, where we would spend the next month.

'The Beast' was our nickname for the nondescript GM van Dad had bought years ago. The gleaming black thing had caught his eye one day as he was driving home from work. He stopped and gave it the once over, determined that it was destined to be his 'dream machine' reminding him of the van in 'The A-Team' he'd watched as a kid and he haggled a price with the lot owner.

Since acquiring it he had it repainted, had the interior redone, washed and waxed it weekly, had it serviced without fail and appointed it the official vacation vehicle for every trip we made. We called it 'The Beast' because it was a little intimidating at first sight, being completely black with dark tinted windows. Made long before hybrids or the thought of fuel efficiency Dad refused the air conditioning to be used since it was an unnecessary pull on gas. A successful accountant, he kept details of the milage of every trip carefully detailed in a small ledger stored in the glove compartment that Mom dutifully noted during trips as his designated secretary. The Beast lived under a separate parking canopy beside the garage over an ever increasing oil stain.

We glided to a stop under a shady spot of palm trees at the very end of the nearly empty parking lot. 

"Why are you parking so far away? There are tons of spaces closer." Mom asked.

"What's the point of stretching your legs if your parking next to the front door? Besides, I don't want assholes banging up this baby with their doors." 

Mom didn't argue the point that there were only three other cars in the lot and I didn't blame her. Arguing with Dad was taxing for even the young at heart and, believe me, I'd done my share.

"God, I need to take a dump." Dad said.

"Evan!" Mom said, and although I couldn't see her eyes, I knew she was wincing. 

"What?"

"Can't you just say 'I need to be excused?'"

Dad sighed, looking straight ahead, slumping his shoulders. "I didn't burp or fart, so I don't need to be excused. I need to take a dump. But," he lifted his right forefinger from the steering wheel to accent his point, "give me another second and I'll need to be excused."

"Don't you dare!" Mom exclaimed. "Just get out and I'll wake the kids."

"Don't you dare!" Dad shot back. "Those two asleep is the only peace we'll get on this trip. We'll be stopping for lunch soon. Just let 'em be."

"We can't leave them alone." 

"Natalie," Dad said exasperated. "They're eighteen, not eight. Anybody tries to take those two deserves what they get. They'll be fine." He grabbed the morning paper stowed in the carrying net behind the seat and opened the driver's door. I watched them exit the van and walk over to the sidewalk. Dad had the paper crammed under his right arm that held his empty coffee cup while tugging the seat of his Bermuda shorts with his left hand freeing his boxers from his crack. Mom swatted his had away as if someone they may know might suddenly drive by. Anyone watching them knew they would stay together until death did them part.

I watched as they meandered up the stone path to the ugly stone and stucco building. I looked to my right at Hannah, who had wisely turned her swivel seat around facing the back of the van before we departed. Knowing the air conditioning ban we were both dressed in bare minimums. I was wearing only swim trunks and she was wearing her red polka dot bikini briefs and a cut off grey tank top with Bugs Bunny on the front with a caption saying 'What's Up, Doc?" She wasn't wearing a bra but she didn't need one. Hannah's tits where only an 'A' size, but they were perky and perfect and her hard nipples poked out against the worn fabric. Her tan legs were stretched out on the bench seat behind us. Her long blonde hair was covering her right arm that her head was resting on. The white cord of her headphones spilled out below and I could hear but not make out what song she was listening to. It was just loud enough to drown out Mom and Dad.

I considered my options. I knew I wouldn't go back to sleep and I should get out and stretch my legs. I could even stand to take a piss but, in the time it would take to put on my tennis shoes and make the journey up to rest center, Dad would already have rendered the facilities uninhabitable to anyone without assisted breathing devices. 

All of the side windows were popped open and there was a humid but strong breeze blowing through. I glanced out at the three other vehicles, of which the farthest from us was inhabited by an oversized man stretched back sleeping, his left hand resting on his crotch, his right hand resting inside a bag of Doritos. The car beside his was empty, the occupants no doubt inside. The third was a Winnebago parked on the opposite side of the lot taking up four spaces. An elderly man and woman were walking a mangy looking poodle that would no doubt precede both of them in death, probably soon considering the painful way it walked looking for a place to relieve itself. 

I looked back over at my twin sister in her white rimmed shades. She hadn't moved since I woke up. I relaxed in my seat deciding to wait for Mom and Dad to return and folded my hands across my stomach. I looked down at my feet resting on the folded beach towel on top the cooler in front of me and watched as the tent slowly rose in my swim trunks.

I hadn't jerked off since yesterday morning. After we had spent the day packing and preparing for the predawn departure I was exhausted and fell asleep early. I knew by the time we reached our beach house later that evening I would have a severe case of blue balls.

I pulled the waist band of my shorts up with my right and looked at my thick, semi-hard cock. When I measured it last week, it was six point nine inches long. I was really hoping for a full seven inches, but was satisfied what I had. I glanced once more outside at over at Hannah, then wrapped my left hand around the shaft. I stroked until it was completely hard then put my feet on the floor and lifted my hips. I pulled my shorts down to my knees and with my free right hand, I cupped my balls. I closed my eyes and started jerking off.

I squeezed my shaft and tugged my balls, feeling them getting tighter when, all at once, I felt a hand grab my trunks and jerk them down my legs and off my feet. My eyes popped open and I saw Hannah on her knees in front of me. Like a cat, I never heard or saw her move. She had pushed her shades on top of her hair like a braid. "What the fuck?" I said. She just smiled and said, "I got this, bro."

She pulled my hands away and took my hard cock in her left hand slowly jerking the shaft. She leaned forward and took my right ball in her hot, wet mouth. She sucked it deep while running her tongue all over it, massaging my left ball with her right hand. Once the right ball was saturated with her saliva, she sucked the left one in, running her tongue back and forth between them both, sucking them deep in her mouth. I pushed her gold hair back and caressed her shoulders looping my fingers around the straps of her tank top.

As I pulled her shirt off, Hannah released my balls from her mouth, cupping them in her right hand, tugging them with her fingers. She put her tongue on the base of my dick and slowly began working her way up the shaft. When she reached the head, she licked the pre-cum dribbling from my slit, then took the tip in her lips. She squeezed and jerked my shaft tight as she licked my throbbing head over and over, making me moan with pleasure. Then she began swallowing the whole shaft down her throat. 

Hannah was sucking my dick like it was the most delicious piece of candy she ever had. Sweat was dripping off my ass onto the striped beach towel covering my faux leather seat and I was bucking my hips in motion with her bobbing head. She hooked her thumbs in her bikini shorts and slipped them off, then straddled my lap as I leaned the seat back. She took my throbbing cock in her hand and pushed the head against her slick slit. I jerked involuntarily at how hot her pussy was as she lowered herself on top of me.

We fucked hard, our blonde pubic hair smashing together. I squeezed her gorgeous tits together, licking her hard nipples as they jiggled with each thrust. She was so hot, tight, wet and beautiful.

Hannah wrapped her arms around my neck and put her mouth against my right ear, panting hard. I pinched her red hard nipples tight and felt her cum a little and she squeezed my dick tighter and fucked me faster. I felt my load building, and pushed myself off the seat, matching her thrusts with the rhythm of my hips slapping against her. She grunted deep in my ear as she came, hugging me tight. I kneaded her ass cheeks until my balls exploded, squirting a hot huge load deep inside her. 

We continued thrusting until each other was completely spent. Then she collapsed on top of me, her head resting on my right shoulder. I felt something wet dripping on me and I grabbed her forearms and pushed her away. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. "Did I hurt you?" 

She brushed her face with the back of hand and said, "It felt amazing, Harper." 

Hannah hugged me and I smiled and was about to speak when something caught the corner of my eye.

"They're coming!" 

My sister raised off me, my wet, hard dick slapping against my stomach. She grabbed a can of moist wipes and started jerking out sheets, handing me some first. We cleaned ourselves up, stowed the used towels in the trash and pulled on our shorts. Hannah giggled when I said her T-shirt was inside out. She quickly corrected it and resumed her seat. I ran my fingers through my hair and settled the Wayfarers back in place. I had just returned my seat upright as the van doors opened. 

"Holy, hell! It smells like a Mexican whorehouse in here." Dad exclaimed as he settled into the driver's seat, the van rocking slightly from side to side as they got in.

"Evan!" Mom said in that same, exasperated voice.

"What?"

"Just turn the air conditioner on for a while." Mom said as she reached for the control.

Dad gently pushed her hand away in mid-reach. "I got this, babe." He reached into the console and pulled out a green tree wrapped in plastic. Unwrapping it, he waved it back and forth a few times, then draped it over the rear view mirror. "There, smells like a new car."

Mom shook her head and I stifled a laugh as Dad keyed the motor and "The Beast" roared back to life. I looked over at Hannah who had settled her shades back in place and a was sitting with her hands in her lap. But as I looked closer, I saw her left hand was inside her shorts. She pulled her hand out and put her forefingers in her mouth, tasting our mingled cum. My dick stirred again as I yearned to lean across and taste too. 

Suddenly the van lurched back and I just relaxed in my seat. As we pulled back onto the interstate I started dozing off looking forward to our next stop.



Rest Stop Big Rig BJ



I was online and horny as usual. Tonight I had posted a message on a gay cruising .org kindda site indicating that I wanted to suck a man's cock really bad as soon as possible. My profile indicates that I am a bottom and that I love to suck cock. My profile pictures there of me in action reinforce that fact along with a couple of testimonials from men who I have been very well pleased with my abilities to pleasure men sexually. 

My mouth had been literally watering for the taste of some cock and cum. I had been online for about 30 minutes when I got this email from someone I had never heard of and all it said was 

"Need a BJ bad". His online name was "Eagle".

I messaged back and asked what I could do to help? 

He said that he was "...at a rest stop on I-75 near Bradenton, FL and I haven't had a BJ in over 3 weeks and it's been a LOT longer than that since I had a really good one from somebody who knows how to do it."

I thought to myself that this might be the real deal and a really big load of cum! And I LOVE swallowing hot cum! So, I asked him exactly where he was.

He replied "Just north of Bradenton (FL) at a rest stop. I have a seven inch cock and I REALLY need to have it sucked NOW!"

I replied "I know exactly where you are." 

Seven inches is a GREAT size and perfect for sucking and deep throating! I was getting very excited and really hard! 

I asked him: "What kind of car are you in so I can park next to you and get in your car and suck you off when I get there?" 

He said "I'm in a truck."

I had to ask...'What kind of truck?" 

He said "A blue Volvo."

Then it dawned on me! This was a big rig! An 18 wheeler kind of truck! Now I was TOTALLY hot for his cock! I have always wanted to suck off a trucker at a rest stop! I was SO excited! He went on to tell me that he was in a big, light blue Volvo rig and was parked at the northbound Rest Stop north of the I-275 exit on I-75 and that he would be in the truck parking lot waiting for me. The truck would have the license plate "EAGLE" on the front.

The drive there is about 45 minutes from my house, but I figured it was worth driving that far for the opportunity to suck off a trucker in his rig! Besides, now I get to jerk off for the 45 minute ride and maybe flash some more truckers on my way to suck this one!

I got in my car and started driving north! The closer I got the more excited I became! I kept my cock out for the whole drive and paced every trucker I could find. I was wondering if any of them might be going to the same rest stop I was headed to. 

My heart skipped a beat as I pulled into the rest stop parking lot and there across the parking lot in the truck section sat a big light blue Volvo rig! EAGLE was on the front bumper. I was really going to do this.

I got out of my car and walked across that big parking lot right up to the big blue truck. I was SO hot!! I walked right up to the truck and opened the door and climbed in! There was NO WAY that I was NOT going to suck this guy.

He was in the driver's seat and without a word gingerly stood up and got into the sleeper bed as I climbed up into that big truck. 

I followed him into the sleeper and sat down on the front edge of the bed as he lay down on his back and stripped his pants off! 

DAMN this was exciting! His cock was at least six inches long and was already at about a half hard state of arousal and laying delectably straight up across his firm tummy almost touching his belly button. His cock had a beautiful arch to it. It was gorgeous. He took his shirt off too. 

He was totally nude and beautiful! He put his hands behind his head, took a deep breath and just laid back. I thought "How cool is this...savor the moment. Take mental snapshots."

I wasted no time in reaching over and holding his pretty cock in my hand. AAHHH it felt so good in my hand! I wriggled around until I was right between his legs just as I am when I'm eating my wife's pussy. 

I couldn't stand it any longer. The eroticism of this beautiful cock, how delicious it felt in my hand and being in this awesome truck, in the middle of the Rest Stop parking lot, the motor humming...I just lowered my head to his cock and sucked him all the way down on the first stroke without another thought except for pleasuring him! 

His cock felt so good in my mouth! It was sexy as hell being in the sleeper of this big rig sucking a REAL trucker's cock! A REAL MAN's Cock! 

I thought to myself... "HA! The "Big Rig" is in my mouth...and rapidly growing into a really BIG, big rig!" 

I sucked him slow and I sucked him fast. I sucked him deep down my throat until I could swallow the head and he could feel my throat muscles milking him. 

He moaned his approval! That made me feel SO good! I LOVE knowing that my talents are appreciated. 

I licked him from his big purple cockhead to his tight hairy balls. I licked the vein and the top side. I pumped his cock with my hand and with my mouth. I rubbed his cock all over my face. 

Every time he was about to cum, I would squeeze the base of his cock tight and he would groan: OHHHYEAHHHHH...YESS...!" 

When I squeezed his cock it got SO hard; I swear it was nearly nine inches long! He was squirming and actually jerking around on the bed and pumping my head with his hands as I continued sucking him! 

I guess you could say he was "Skull-Fucking" me! The head of his cock went deep down my throat straight past the gag reflex with every stroke. I know the truck had to be rocking! Surly the whole world could hear him moaning his approval and encouragement. I hoped that they could.

After bringing him to the edge and back several times, I finally decided to let him cum. I sucked him as fast as I could from head to balls deep into my throat and all the way back out as fast as I could. Then I started stroking him with my hand as fast as I could while sucking as fast and as deep as I could. 

He was actually yelling now! Or at least it seemed like it! His ass was coming off the bed with each stroke as he held tight to the back of my head with both hands. He pumped his sweet cock in and out of my more than willing mouth and throat. 

I was so totally proud of myself. I didn't care how much my jaws hurt, I wasn't about to slow this down. Sometimes the pain is part of the pleasure.

I licked the head and even stuck the tip of my tongue into the slot just as he was about to cum! When I felt his cock start to pump, I let his first spurt cum into my mouth so I could taste it and then I went down to the base with my lips...I held him deep in my throat as he spasmed over and over and over! His body began jerking all over and he moaned incoherently as he began thrusting his cock upwards into my throat time after time! 

I kept swallowing even long after he finished cumming! I held his cock down my throat as long as he could stand it...and then some...milking him with my throat muscles.

He eventually pulled me off of his cock and I rubbed it all over my face...then I engulfed his spent cock again...I stroked him several times...slowly...gently yet with a tight grip...he started getting rock hard again and thrusting into my throat again!  

I licked his cock and then went down on him again. I pulled back off of it and then deep again several times very quickly. I felt him cumming in my mouth again! 

I must have slowly stroked him and licked him and sucked him for another five minutes and as I made love to his cock, he moaned his approval over and over. Once again I rubbed his sweet cock all over my face and made sure it was clean all over.

I was very proud of this blowjob! I know that this 50+ yr old man had not cum twice in a row like that in years! At least it felt like twice...maybe it was just one long continuous climax! 

I cleaned him up to make sure he didn't even have to dry off. I licked his cock, his balls his, his stomach and inside his thighs. I even raised his legs up and lightly rimmed his asshole just to make sure. I know got it ALL. 

As I let his cock slip from my mouth for the last time, I looked up and realized that the curtain of the sleeper had been open the whole time and so had the little nightlight in the sleeper. 

The entire rest area had a clear view into the truck sleeper if they had happened to look that way. It was pretty busy there; it was about 8:30PM. Lots of cars and trucks were there.

As he lay there totally naked and unashamed, cock still at attention, I asked him "Has that curtain been open the whole time?"

He replied "Sure has. Close it on your way out."

I said "Anybody in the whole place could have watched us."

He smiled and said "Yep. Some did. Son, you ain't got nutthin' to be ashamed of. You oughtta be more proud of that blow job than I am! You oughtta sell tickets for folks to watch YOU in action! Hell, if I had to pay for a cocksucking like that I could never afford it!"

I licked my lips and thanked him for the opportunity to pleasure him. Once again I assured him that the pleasure was all mine.

It was a long walk back to my car across that big parking lot. For some reason it felt like everybody there was staring at me as I walked. I found myself smiling and hoping that they had all enjoyed the show. I was totally proud of myself!

I hope "Eagle" brings his big light blue Volvo truck back through Bradenton again real soon! THAT was way more than fun!