Gay Erotic Stories

I drive by night, and hadn't drained my snake since Charleston. As I rumbled into this station stop off Route 95, I headed directly for the john. The joint's small and funky with the hot smells of piss, cum, sweaty men, and asshole. Stepping up to the filthy urinal, I surged for two full minutes in that kind of release that feels cleansing to the soul. Another dozen hours to New Jersey. I didn't really mind the solitary ride, but my cock was feeling lonely and in the mood for some action, and hell, in my horny condition I was up for anything! I’ve never been afraid to take a big one up the ass, or lay my exhaust pipe up another man's plumbing. I'm known to troll East Coast truck stops, looking for dick. While shaking the last drops from my rod, I was aware of that hot horny sound of slapping meat coming from the last stall. "Thwack-thwack-thug!" Ah, yes! I bend and see four feet. One pair clad in dirty sweat socks, the other in dusty workboots. Hot damn! I flushed, washed up, then opened and closed the door, pretending to leave. The john is silent for a few moments, but then, I hear a man’s voice. It's deep, gritty, and hotly southern. "Yeah, the fucker’s gone, Now get the fuck back on that dick! Suck it! Suck it hard cocksucker! Yeah! That’s it, polish that fuckin’ head! Yeah! That’s it, cocksucker. You sure like big dick, don't you. Careful with it! Aw! No teeth, just lips and tongue! I'm going down deep! Open that pussy-throat of yours and make way for this man’s hard dick!” I hear choking — violent choking. Gagging and the grunts from the throat-fucker who’s jamming his cocksucker’s throat. Instantly, my own meat lifts, and hardens into a rigid bat! From the stall I heard a gasp then a loud gasp of breath being sucked in almost like someone gasping for breath, then his voice. "It's too fucking thick, man! Take it easy!" his voice begs. I decide he's in the socks. He sounds young, less experienced with “The Big Ones.” Sounding like he's bitten off more than he can chew. "Aw fuckin’ shut up! I sure in fuck didn't hear you complain when you drooled over it at the urinal — you fuckin’ hungry little faggot! You were looking for a man’s dick to suck, well, you found it and get the fuck back down on it and suck it!” The wild slurping continues interspersed now and then by the sound of gagging. I haul out my raging cock; beat along to the sounds, and I hear the dirty-mouth toilet talk turning raw. The older mans laying it on thick, bragging as he cruelly assaults the younger cocksucker's throat. “Yeah! Suck! Suck on this big hard trucker meat!" the gruff rebel voice demands and I hear more gagging and choking of a throat being roughly plowed. "Yeah! Now you got it hard! This throat-wrecker’s the size of a Buick! And turn the fuck around, I'm gonna drive it hard up that faggot ass of yours and ram it —full throttle! “ “But I —,” I heard the younger guy say in protest, but hear him being roughly yanked around in position, a thump and rattle of the old metal partition’s walls tell me the older man’s succeeded. Looking down under I can see the sweat socks facing the other way, the older man kicking his feet apart in a deeper squat. “Yeah! Oh! I'm gonna dip this fat stick through that flaming -pink asshole, and make you call me, Daddy! The feet move around and again there’s noise from the stall of a struggle. The sweat socks are turned the other way again and I hear the older man growling an order. “OK, then sit the fuck down and suck my dick again!” Jizz is boiling down my throbbing shaft now! Soon as I'm able, I slip into the next stall, and slowly close the door. My intrusion is seemingly unnoticed, or the trucker has no intentions of letting anyone break up his getting his gun off. I can’t believe my good luck for I see a glory hole! I peer through, and the vision is hot enough to make any fag bust a hardy nut! A blond kid, in his early twenties, struggles with youthful gusto to ingest a fiercely thick slab of rutting man-meat. It isn’t the size of a "Buick", but it might scare a few horses! It’s a hefty fucker! Long thick fingers grip the top of the partition to my right. The trucker has dirty fingernails to match his dirty mouth. The other hand holds the kid's fuckhole wide-open making way for the great pistoning cock log. The kid's no slouch in the prick department either. He's violently flogging a stiff seven-incher, which juts vertically from his fuzzy blond lap. My own cock is spitting juice randomly down my shaft. I lean over slightly, glancing through the hole, eyes scaling up to see the older man's face, a hot, rough middle-aged trucker's mug. It’s dark with fatigue, shaggy with a 3-day growth of whiskers. He’s wearing an Atlanta Braves baseball cap. His head's thrown back, and his bristled face fixed in a grimace of wanton lust. My gaze moves down where an open flannel shirt reveals a horrifically furry black and iron pelted chest. The fucker is sure built not like the “Buick” he mentioned, but like a “B” Model Mack truck! He’s in faded Levi’s that are yanked past beefy haunches, flanking massive, hair-sprinkled thighs. Yes indeed Mister Mack Truck is built like a brick shithouse. Intense, so fucking hot and real, I want him for my self! This kid he’s assaulting in the stall next to me is too inexperienced to handle this horny pile-driving trucker! The brawny fucker yanks the kid off the crapper and to his feet on the filthy floor. He stands on the toilet and commences to torpedo his hard, fat desperately hard prick down the kid's throat. Damn! He's merciless with that weapon! The blonde’s gasping for air. He's trying to stop him from ramming that choke-thick piece down his gullet, but to no avail. He’s taking it forcibly right to the trucker’s sweaty groin! A part of me wants to bust in and pull that sadistic fucker off his slobbering young prey! But I'm too busy watching, and jacking my now almost out of control meat. Then all at once, the kid's eyes shot open wide! I think he sees me peering through the suck-hole. The burly Trucker's barking, "I’m gonna drive this motherfucker way up that tight freeway of yours, boy, just like your daddy ought to have done to you for looking around places like this for men like me to jam your jaws and ass! Oh yeah. Ah! Mm-m-m-m! Aw-w-w-w — shee-it! Aw! Ah! Yeah, Arrrgh!" But seeing my prying eye must have spooked the kid. Suddenly, he yanked the fuck slab from his mouth, like a big bitter pill. He grabbed his clothes, and bolted past the trucker, half-naked from the stall! I heard the men's room door slam, before the older Trucker could even ask, "What the fuck —-?" There he stood, hard dick shooting out like a big, fucking exclamation point before him, thinking his wild time was over, but I'm so fucking horny, I hiss through that hole in the wall, "Slide that hot motherfucker through, Daddy. I'll take good care of it for you!" That was all the motivation he needed. I watched him amble up to the gaping hole, holding that fat, jerking shaft like a goddamn tuning fork. Slowly, the bulbous head bobbed through the suck-hole, followed by a long, thick shaft. This was just what I needed, after four days and nights on the road! I clutched that hard angling cock — Oh, shit! Beyond Big — this Trucker had crazy inches going on! Grabbing the fuck tool's at its root, I licked the wet mushroom where it flared and pulsated on my tongue. With a mighty thrust, it torques up, and a gush of white gold petered out! It rose in jerks before my eyes. Shit! This was a dick made for sucking slow and wet by a deep throat that appreciates it! "Damn! That’s a big, fat dick you got there, Trucker!" I panted. "What is this horsemeat, eight inches long?" "Try nine," he bragged, "but you like 'em big and hard, don't you? Suck it nice and slow! Oh, yeah! You love it. Suck it. I knew you were over there watching me face-fuck that punk. I knew how much you fucking wanted my dick. OK, you got it, punk, eat that big horny dick up! I know you like big cock! Tell me!" "Yeah. Damn right, I like em, BIG!" I panted, slurping down the long, thick steely horsecock as it bent and slithered to my gullet. But he was a little too cocky for my taste. I quickly opened a can of Bud, (where did this suddenly come from????) and before he could ask, "What the fuck is that?" I took a big swig, then spat out a sudsy stream along the jutting shaft. "OH-H-H! SHIT! What was that? Shit! You some kinda freak, boy?" he asked, cock shuddering. I gobbled the prickhead, swallowed most of the shaft, and tingled to the taste of a big beer-drenched dick! It's a smooth glide, not a vein or a knot to mar its beauty; just cool, throbbing cock. With one deliberate lunge, it slid to the pit of my slick throat I gagged, took a breath, and slid down for more. I dig his dick. Uncut, its wide flange runs a full stream of snotty fluid. He bucks, and my wet lips and his slippery prick work as one, sucking and thrusting. He hoisted his bull-nuts through the suck-hole. I pried my lips from his mound of cock, and lapped his hairy low-hangers. "Yeah! Lick them fuckin’ sweaty nuts, boy! Show your Daddy what he's been missing at home!" he grunted. I'm so fucking famished for dick, my wild tongue licks and swabs along his hairy nuts. I suck one furry orb in my mouth while he bristles. He wags his rod, and I go back to his fat, throbbing prick. I suction its large juicy head, while two fingers tap and drum his burly shaft. Damn! This smoking hot trucker’s a real grower! The more I lap, the more that freakish club unfurls, and its inches increase on my tongue. Suddenly he spins around, aiming his furry asscrack to the hole. He winks that anal eye at me while he bellows a command. “Get your fucking tongue up my goddamn asshole! Lick that stinking asshole out for me!” Tongue it? No, I ravish it! The sweaty funky slick trucker’s asshole is gritty and my tongue goes wild in it causing the trucker to groan and almost sob with pleasure. He humps back and forth and as I lick, lap his shitter like a thirsty dog slurping its water! His earthy smell zooms up my nostrils zeroing in on my raging libido wanting me to crawl up his hole like a snake in its burrow seeking more from the trucker than I was getting from him already. I'm tonguing it so deep, my fucking chin's in it! Then his gruff voice drawls the horny question, "Hey son, gonna fuck your Daddy's hot asshole?" "Yes! Shit yes!" I manage to breathe. That musty Trucker's ass disappears, and seconds later; he's shaking the door of my stall trying to open it. I unlatch it, and there he stands, rock-hard, iron man, hair and hard-on everywhere I look. The cigar smoke, and looks like the Marlboro Man, on steroids. Let’s face it, you can't beat a macho stud who isn’t afraid to take it up the ass! He knows what he wants and goes for it, none of this image bullshit less secure men struggle with. I stand, and he turns, flashing all that furry man-butt. I grope mounds of taunt, hairy ass-flesh. "Shove it in me, son," he groans, swirling it slowly around. "Your Daddy's built to take it." He parts the cheeks of his ass with his huge hairy paws, and shows me the world! A pinched brown spiral winces for my dick. Already sucked open and drowning in my saliva I jab two fingers in it. His whole body jumps. He lays his head against the wall, spreads his hefty legs wider. He's ready. My fingers leave the cushy warmth and tension of his chute, as he demands, "Fuck it good! No braking! Push that peddle to my fuckin' metal, boy! Full speed ahead in overdrive! I aim my stiff cock through his beckoning fuckhole. Shit! The rubbery puckered knot breaks. His bushy guts clamp hold of me, pulling me further, deeper through a moist, flexing tunnel. Yes! It swallows up my lunging cock with a primal suction. Shit! It's a fucking vortex! "Fuck it! Fuck that nasty ass! Give your Daddy that young, hot trucker's cock! Plow me hard, damn it!" I pull back and ram him! His body arcs, donkey dick slams the wall. "Fuck me!" he bellows loudly. Inner man-muscles grip tight to every fucking corpuscle of my burning prick! I pump him hard, steady, increasing speed with each thrust. My nuts tap, then slap his cheeks. His sweaty masculine scent fills the stall. "Fuck me!" he bellowed again, this time there’s a pleading in his demand. We establish a hot boning rhythm. In deep, out far. In deeper, out farther. With each stroke I feel myself building, building up to a monumental cum! "Fuck me!" he calls again, pushing back, bucking that hungry trucker's ass into me. I grip his waist with one hand, his monstrously hard cock in the other. I'm plowing him deep, jacking that big prick swiftly, roughly, bullying it to cum! "Fuck me!" he sobs as his prick surges like something wild in my fist. I bear down harder, faster, hips banging his pumping hips. Suddenly, he clutches my fucking rod intensely against those anal walls, and spasms. "Fuck! Shit! Awwwww —- MotherFUCK! Daddy's gonna blow his gasket, kid! Hmm —— Mmm! Arrrgh!" A charge of cum rumbles through his fuck muffler, blowing in great chunks from his throbbing, jerking shaft and splatting against the partition in loud, heavy vaults! Shoot it big Daddy! I pull my cock from his pucker with a pronounced POP! Whipping my tool a few rapid strokes, I splatter his writhing back in a flood of white seed that drips down his gaping asshole and drools onto his hairy nut sac. "Aw! Damn! You came! Daddy wanted to suck you off, son. Guess, I won't go home with a belly full of cum, tonight. But you sure put a hurting on my ass." he sighs, kissing my fevered cheek. "Yeah. Bet you suck a mean one. Well, there's always next time. I'm not a stranger around here," I say, my eyes crawling along his jumping, cum-gooey wilting cock. As he pulled up his jism-soaked jeans, and tucked that heroic Trucker's bone away, I caught the gleam of his wedding ring. Fuckin' cheater! Mr. Macho Straight Guy. Yeah, right. Bet mine ain't the only dick that stretched out asshole's seen lately. Like a lot of men, he tends to forget which team he's batting for, when he's on the road. e-mail me at MISTERTEE@Compuserve.com would like comments.