I am a bit behind with my posting. Unfortunately, I don't have any pix to go with this one. I could have but I was so into this dude I didn't want to run back to my car and grab my camera. Tuesday night I decide that I am going to Horse cave ABS. I arrive, checking out the truck parking lot as I pull in. Nothing there, however it is early. I pay my overpriced $20 and go in. The car parking lot had several cars in it, however the patrons were sparse, mostly trolls. I stand in the hall smoking and waiting for the trolls to thin out. As time passes, there is only one old troll left and the outlook for some man on man fun is looking pretty bleak. At $20 to get in the place, I'm not about to leave anytime soon. So I make myself scarce, taking my self out of the remaining troll's sights. Time passes and I head back out to the peeps/hallway to smoke. Suddenly this new person appears. Shoulder-length dark hair, ‘King Tut' goatee and 5 o'clock shadow that really was more like a couple days old. Thin, but not painfully thin, and a bit shorter than me. Obviously a truck driver; relatively nice looking... He walks up to me and says;
“We havin' fun yet?..."
“Oh yeah...barrels..."
“It's pretty dead in here..."
“Yeah..."
...“Oldie-Locks is hovering like a fuckin' vulture"...
And with that he goes into a booth with a large glory hole. Now the troll has been watching this exchange from the opposite end of the hall. so I waited until the troll got about half-way down the hall, heading for the adjoining booth to go in. I sit, adjust the video monitor to a more suitable movie and peek through the glory hole. the trucker is standing and still dressed; but not for long. He slides his pants down to his rubber flip-flops and sits, playing with his average cock to get it hard. I indicate to him I want to suck it and he immediately stands up and pushes his semi-hard through the hole. I take it in my mouth and begin to make it fully erect. this goes on for a few moments, interrupted by him taking his pants completely off. I return to his cock then I hear the door rattle. I hit the door indicating it was locked for a reason. I knew it was Oldie-Locks and he got the unspoken message. Then the trucker, naked from the waist down & rock-hard, leaves the booth. I exit the booth. No one in the hallway. I go into the gay theater, and there he is sitting on the end of one of the couches, panta laying on the center cushion. Oldie-Locks is hovering like a fuckin' vulture.
Upon sight of me, Oldie-Locks makes his move and begins sucking the trucker. I ain't having this now...I walk over dropping trou and stand next to the trucker. I begin to play with his nipples, running my other hand across his chest, He then takes my finger into his mouth and sucks it. then he leans over and takes my cock in his mouth. I lean in to allow him access, and I slide a hand up under his ass and find the hot hole, Oldie-Locks stops sucking, still kneeling between the truckers legs. I start to massage his cock and hole as he sucks me. I take my cock out of his mouth, wipe Oldie-Locks off his dick and proceed to fellate him, taking the hot DNA from his hard penis. During all this time a couple had come not only into the peeps/theater area, but into the gay theater, and occupy the couch farthest in the back and watch the action. Oldie-Locks stands, fastening his pants, realizing that I am not letting this hot young morsel get away. Suddenly the trucker doubles over in pain. He says he's thrown his shoulder out. he dresses, cleans up in the bathroom and and walks out into the hall. We chat briefly, and he tells me how he's hurt the same shoulder in a myriad of accidents. I loiter around the hall, waiting for round #2; Oldie-Locks has began chasing after the couple...and I must admit, the male half of this couple was good looking...but a bird in the hand...Then the unexpected happens. The trucker exits. I step into the straight theater to listen for the outer door. sure enough, He has left the building...Dammit.
...“I crawl up between his legs and spend the next couple of hours fellating him and eating his ass"...
Now I am not about to be left alone with Oldie-Locks and the couple exploring their sexualities. I give it a minute and leave, waiting long enough to not appear to be following him out. As i step out of the exit door, I hear a truck start. I look up, and there's a yellow semi sitting at the back doors, and the trucker is at the wheel. “Shit...He's leaving..." I think...and I am not about to pay another $20 to look at Oldie-Locks. I sit in my car for a few minutes, watching the truck pull down into the truck parking lot, towards the main road. To my joy he did not leave, but turned the truck around away from the lights. I circled a few times, making sure no one was watching (this parking lot is very heavily monitored; however the store cameras don't point out to it...) Once he parked and settled in, I pulled up along side of the truck, the opposite side of the building and next to the driver's door. I ease out of the car, forgetting my COOLPIX (Dammit!) and walk up. he is sitting with his back to the window, and it's rolled down. “Want some more company?" I ask. He never says a word just adjusts himself in his seat and opens the cab door. I crawl in and he is buck-naked watching porn. the truck itself is obviously older, and the sleeper section is cramped. I crawl up between his legs and spend the next couple of hours fellating him and eating his ass. every time my finger strayed to his hot hole he would take a deep breath. His penis would also react, acquiring the hardness of a high-quality diamond. He puffed and moaned the whole time whispering “Damn, thats good!" continually. I did finger his hole a few times, seeking out the prostate, and planned to ‘Milk' it, but after a minute or 2 it was too much for him. I would ease my fingers out and continue to work on his cock.He wrapped his legs around my shoulders, laid back and enjoyed the service his entire crotch was getting. I found the tender frenulum and left my “mark"... Though the quarters were cramped, I did manage to work my way down to his hole. It was clean enough to eat out, and when I touched it with my tongue, his legs and feet sprang up like a jack-in-the-box, feet coming to rest on the ceiling of the sleeper. He spread his cheeks with his hands as I ate him for a long time. During this time, he began to tell me stories of living with his uncle...& The more he talked of his own sexual adventures, the harder he got...
It seems, when he was 15, there was a fight between himself and his parents and he dropped out of school and moved in with this uncle several miles out in the country in Maryland. Once moved and settled, he became his uncles ‘Bitch', being screwed every night for the first 2 weeks. The uncle made him wear black lace. After the 1st couple of weeks other guys started moving in with a final total of 7 guys including his uncle. He told me the story of being ‘gang-banged' on his 16th birthday. The stories were beginning to arouse me greatly, and I wanted to fuck him badly, then I opened my mouth...
“Were you forced by your uncle?"
“At first yeah..."
“What do you mean ‘at first'?..."
“I started enjoying it..."
“Was the ‘gang-bang' really rape? "
“I wasn't protesting..."
...“He turned his ass up to me to get dicked... I ate it for a bit and told him I just couldn't"...
Returning to his hole and and cock, the trucker continues to tell his stories. He said he left when he learned that his uncle was trying to secure a passport for him to an foreign country for sex change surgery. He went on to say that when he left, he was wearing only black lace; it was all he had to wear by this time. He then goes on to say he was pulled over by the police and after explaining the situation said the cop bent him over and had his way with the trucker's hole as well. I came up off his cock and ass long enough to say “I think, if I were you, I would look this ‘uncle' up and beat the shit out of him for abusing you as a child..." I went back to his hole and ass and he went on to tell me he would love to beat the ‘uncle' down but couldn't; the uncle was dead. Apparently, the ‘uncle' played with the wrong married man, and the man's wife blew his head off. ahh well...yet another fine example of the wonderful works of Karma.
His stories, as erotic as they sound, deflated my own penis. he finally told me it had been at least 15 years since he had been fucked. I wanted to so badly , but after his stories of abuse...even with the erotic visions they conjured up, I just couldn't. I know it sounds crazy, and though I don't believe the ‘sex-change' portion of it,(actually...not quite sure I buy any of it...but I guess it's possible...and they were hot stories...) I would have felt like just another abuser...He turned his ass up to me to get dicked... I ate it for a bit and told him I just couldn't. Though I didn't tell him why I couldn't, I think it half pissed him off, for shortly after this he announced in a low, almost whisper...“OK I'm done...". It was nearing 4:A.M. and we chatted a bit as I dressed. I didn't get him off, although I did in the bookstore so I kinda knew it would be hard the 2nd time. I tried to give him a phone number, but he declined, stating his cell was for “business only". I ain't buying that but did not protest. I got what I want and had an enjoyable evening; We exchanged loads in the theater, I pleasured him for a couple of hours, and this was just icing on the cake, along with stealing him away from Oldie-Locks...I love doing that to old trolls...I know Karma will get me for it one day but...& I really wanted to fuck the hell out of him...but I did the right thing for my conscience...
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