1. Midnight Stop


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: fuckstr, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    It had been about eight hours since I had stopped to take a piss and needless to say, nature called. I was about halfway through New Mexico on my way to Amarillo for business. I was a long way from home and it was actually getting pretty late. I had planned on stopping in Albuquerque, but I figured this small town would suffice. I exited and maneuvered my way into a gas station a mile down the road. As I pulled in I noticed a few semi's parked in a lot next door. The light's were out in all the cabs save for one on the far left. The place was sort of creepy, but I'd always had a stocky build that I felt kept most threats at bay. I parked, locked up and headed for the men's room. The bathroom was what one would have expected of a midwestern nowhere-town -- dirty white tiles lit by a single florescent bulb that was slowly but surely wincing out of existence, with broken glass mirror and an unholy stench to boot. I unzipped my fly and felt a shudder go down my spine as I finally relieved myself after so many hours. Midway through my long awaited bladder draining I heard the door to the bathroom open slowly. I stopped peeing and turned around quickly, my heart racing, and the paralysis of fear sweeping my entire body. A man a few inches taller than myself stood with his hand bracing the door with a large, hairy forearm. A John Deere hat and a heavy brow line cast a shadow over the strangers eyes. We made eye contact briefly. A smile shot across his face quickly and he took a ...
    step in. I figured the man was a trucker, which seemed to diffuse my immediate fears. I began pissing once again, having not finished the first time (I really had to go), and studying my new friend with careful glances. He was wearing a flannel with cutoff sleeves and a Lynyrd Skynyrd T-shirt on underneath, some heavy work boots, and a tight fitting pair of wranglers. He took the stall next to me and pulled out his cock and started to piss. Perhaps it was poor planning, but I noticed as I was about to finish that the mirror on the apposing wall of this bathroom allowed one to take a closer look at the guys using the urinal. I zipped up my pants and started to walk towards the sinks. As I washed my hands I took a glance in the reflection of the mirror. His cock was thick, and I could make out a pair of big, hairy balls. I soon realized we were making eye contact in the mirror, his dark brown eyes fixated on mine. I quickly darted my eyes away, pretending I had seen nothing. I was washing my hands and looking into the sink, trying to conceal the fact that I had been watching him, and my growing erection. Suddenly I felt a pair of strong hands grip my hips, and a hot mound pressing against my ass through my jeans. I shuddered again, looking up to see the stranger grinding himself into me. He grabbed my forehead, pulling it back and began assaulting my ear with his hot tongue. He smelled like a man and I could feel my hole twitching, begging him to fill me with his cum. He grazed my ...
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