Driving down the road toward El Paso, Texas was, I decided, possibly THE most boring thing I'd ever done. It seemed like hours since I'd seen any civilization and I was bored beyond belief. Looking at the gas gauge, I decided that I would stop for gas at the next station just to get out of the car -- I'd filled up in the last town so I really didn't need any gas yet.
Off in the distance, I spied what looked like a small truck stop with a cafe and a gas station. Relieved, I pulled into the parking lot and decided to get something to eat before I filled up and got back on the road. I walked into the cool interior of the cafe and took a seat. When the waiter came over to the table, however, I lost my interest in food. The waiter (I later learned his name was Dan) was a tall redhead with a slim body and what looked to be a huge cock stuffed into his jeans. He was about 5'8" and probably 175 lbs, all of it delicious. I was so entranced with looking at his body that he had to ask me three times what I wanted. I shook myself, then looked at the menu and ordered a hamburger, fries and a shake. He went back to the kitchen and began to cook my meal, since he was the only employee on shift that afternoon.
A few minutes later, the waiter brought my meal and set it in front of me. Asking if it was OK, he sat down with a cup of coffee and we began talking, casually, about the kind of things that strangers talk about in these situations. After asking where I was headed, the waiter asked if I knew anybody in El Paso to which I replied "No". He volunteered to call a friend of his who lived there so that I'd at least have someone to show me around and help me get settled. I said "Thanks" and he got up to make the call.
Since my coffee cup was empty, I got up a moment later and walked behind the counter to the coffeemaker. As I was filling the cup, I heard this young guy talking with someone on the phone. "Yeah", he was saying, "he's a hunk and I think you'd like him. Hell, he was staring right at my cock and I had a hell of a time getting his attention. OK -- I'll give him your address -- and enjoy!" As he hung up the phone, I quickly moved back to my table and was sipping my coffee when he came back into the diner. "It's OK", he said, "Greg said he'd be happy to help you. Here's his number, give him a call when you get there." I thanked him profusely and asked "Is there anything I can do to thank you?" He smiled and said that yes, there was something -- he needed help in the back room moving some furniture. I said "sure" and, after locking the front door, followed him into the back of the restaurant.
His apartment -- he lived there -- was small but nicely furnished. At the center of one wall there was a sofa which he said needed to be moved out from the wall. Taking one end, we moved it and while he swept and cleaned under where it had sat, I gradually led the conversation around to sex. "What do you do for sex out here?" I asked. "After all, there can't be that many girls come through here and I don't see any other houses around." He looked at me and smiled. "Who needs girls?", he asked. "I either beat my dick a couple of times a day or get together with Greg for some 'guy' fun." After saying this, he stood up and just looked at me with a funny smile on his handsome face. I then stood up and, as I did, he reached over and began to massage my now hard cock through my jeans.
It didn't take long before we were both naked and on the couch. I was fascinated with the freckles sprinkled all over his body and kept touching and caressing them like there was no tomorrow. His hands were on my cock and balls, stroking and fondling them just like I do it to myself. As if by common agreement, we got into the '69' position and began to lick and suck each other like there was no tomorrow. I felt his rough tongue caress the head of my man-meat and I, in turn, licked his cock from its base in the forest of curly red hair to the tip of his purplish, plum- sized cockhead. Our minds seemed to be working together as our hands began first caressing, then finger-fucking each other's assholes. It was heaven! Suddenly, the young waiter pulled his mouth away from my straining cock and said "I want you in me -- please?" Who could resist? I quickly turned him onto his back and began licking his brownish asshole until it was wet and ready. Placing his knees on my shoulders, I slowly slid my hard cock into his tight ass and, with barely a pause for him to adjust to my size, began fucking him as hard and fast as I could. It didn't take long and soon I felt great globs of cum spurting from my cock into his depths.
I had no sooner cum than he pushed me away and told me to turn over. I got on my hands and knees with my ass in the air and felt his warm, rough tongue caress my asshole. He moved over me and began to feed his massive, hard dick into my butt. He went slowly and gave me time to adjust and, when I was ready, began fucking me for all he was worth. Needless to say, my dick got hard again in a heartbeat as I moved with him and I took his hand and placed it on my cock. He didn't miss a beat but began beating me off while fucking me, all in a smooth, rhythmic motion. I thought it would take longer for my second cum but just as I felt his cock get even harder and begin spurting into my ass, his hand was covered with my spunk. After we had caught our breaths, I told him "Looks to me like you don't get as lonely out here as I thought you did." With a grin, he replied "Not with studs like you coming along once in a while!" I asked him if his friend in El Paso was into this also -- he just smiled and said "Why don't you find out for yourself?!" I did -- but that's another story!
Off in the distance, I spied what looked like a small truck stop with a cafe and a gas station. Relieved, I pulled into the parking lot and decided to get something to eat before I filled up and got back on the road. I walked into the cool interior of the cafe and took a seat. When the waiter came over to the table, however, I lost my interest in food. The waiter (I later learned his name was Dan) was a tall redhead with a slim body and what looked to be a huge cock stuffed into his jeans. He was about 5'8" and probably 175 lbs, all of it delicious. I was so entranced with looking at his body that he had to ask me three times what I wanted. I shook myself, then looked at the menu and ordered a hamburger, fries and a shake. He went back to the kitchen and began to cook my meal, since he was the only employee on shift that afternoon.
A few minutes later, the waiter brought my meal and set it in front of me. Asking if it was OK, he sat down with a cup of coffee and we began talking, casually, about the kind of things that strangers talk about in these situations. After asking where I was headed, the waiter asked if I knew anybody in El Paso to which I replied "No". He volunteered to call a friend of his who lived there so that I'd at least have someone to show me around and help me get settled. I said "Thanks" and he got up to make the call.
Since my coffee cup was empty, I got up a moment later and walked behind the counter to the coffeemaker. As I was filling the cup, I heard this young guy talking with someone on the phone. "Yeah", he was saying, "he's a hunk and I think you'd like him. Hell, he was staring right at my cock and I had a hell of a time getting his attention. OK -- I'll give him your address -- and enjoy!" As he hung up the phone, I quickly moved back to my table and was sipping my coffee when he came back into the diner. "It's OK", he said, "Greg said he'd be happy to help you. Here's his number, give him a call when you get there." I thanked him profusely and asked "Is there anything I can do to thank you?" He smiled and said that yes, there was something -- he needed help in the back room moving some furniture. I said "sure" and, after locking the front door, followed him into the back of the restaurant.
His apartment -- he lived there -- was small but nicely furnished. At the center of one wall there was a sofa which he said needed to be moved out from the wall. Taking one end, we moved it and while he swept and cleaned under where it had sat, I gradually led the conversation around to sex. "What do you do for sex out here?" I asked. "After all, there can't be that many girls come through here and I don't see any other houses around." He looked at me and smiled. "Who needs girls?", he asked. "I either beat my dick a couple of times a day or get together with Greg for some 'guy' fun." After saying this, he stood up and just looked at me with a funny smile on his handsome face. I then stood up and, as I did, he reached over and began to massage my now hard cock through my jeans.
It didn't take long before we were both naked and on the couch. I was fascinated with the freckles sprinkled all over his body and kept touching and caressing them like there was no tomorrow. His hands were on my cock and balls, stroking and fondling them just like I do it to myself. As if by common agreement, we got into the '69' position and began to lick and suck each other like there was no tomorrow. I felt his rough tongue caress the head of my man-meat and I, in turn, licked his cock from its base in the forest of curly red hair to the tip of his purplish, plum- sized cockhead. Our minds seemed to be working together as our hands began first caressing, then finger-fucking each other's assholes. It was heaven! Suddenly, the young waiter pulled his mouth away from my straining cock and said "I want you in me -- please?" Who could resist? I quickly turned him onto his back and began licking his brownish asshole until it was wet and ready. Placing his knees on my shoulders, I slowly slid my hard cock into his tight ass and, with barely a pause for him to adjust to my size, began fucking him as hard and fast as I could. It didn't take long and soon I felt great globs of cum spurting from my cock into his depths.
I had no sooner cum than he pushed me away and told me to turn over. I got on my hands and knees with my ass in the air and felt his warm, rough tongue caress my asshole. He moved over me and began to feed his massive, hard dick into my butt. He went slowly and gave me time to adjust and, when I was ready, began fucking me for all he was worth. Needless to say, my dick got hard again in a heartbeat as I moved with him and I took his hand and placed it on my cock. He didn't miss a beat but began beating me off while fucking me, all in a smooth, rhythmic motion. I thought it would take longer for my second cum but just as I felt his cock get even harder and begin spurting into my ass, his hand was covered with my spunk. After we had caught our breaths, I told him "Looks to me like you don't get as lonely out here as I thought you did." With a grin, he replied "Not with studs like you coming along once in a while!" I asked him if his friend in El Paso was into this also -- he just smiled and said "Why don't you find out for yourself?!" I did -- but that's another story!
