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Truck Stop Teen

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Truck Stop Teen by anonymousEd. Note: this is more a sex story...but I remember the summer I was fourteen. My mom, aunt and a few cousinswere traveling through the midwest and stopped one night in a truck stopparking lot to sleep the night. I slept in the bed of the truck (it hada camper shell) while everyone else slept in my aunts full-size camper.I woke early in the morning with a morning hardon and the urgent need topee, so I let myself out through the tailgate and headed into the men'sroom of the truck stop. There were two stalls, with their doors facingseveral urinals. I took the last stall. After peeing, I was stillhard, so I took it in hand and began another delicious morning handjob.I hadn't been at it very long when I noticed that the guy who had beenat one of the urinals in front of me was now looking at me through thecrack in the door.I was immediately intrigued, as I new that stuff happened between guysin restrooms. Several years earlier I had discovered a glory-hole. Ifigured it was for fucking (just the hole) as it had cum stains oneither side. I had added my own when I found it, but was never able togo back to it as it was out of town. That episode opened my eyes to thepossibilities, and I had since spent more time trying to interpret thecryptic (and sometimes blatant) messages left in almost every publicrestroom.Now, here was this guy looking at me through the crack in the door.Then I noticed his hand moving at his crotch. When he saw I wasinterested, he backed up to let me see his cock...and he kept backingup...and still there was more cock. I swear to God this is true! I'vereviewed this experience over and over in my mind (usually whilestroking) and tried to be objective in comparison to the thousands ofcocks I've seen and handled since then, and still it ranks up there withthe best. Fat, juicy and very long - and yes, I have a size fetish -who doesn't?Anyway, there he is, stroking it outside my door. My heart's beatinglike crazy and my eye's are like saucers when he says "Can I come in?"I don't remember saying anything, just reaching up to undo the latch.He sauntered in (his cock head almost bumping into my nose) andre-latched the door, all the while stroking that fat cock. In hindsighthe must have been around 30, medium build, around 6 feet, with dark hair& mustache, jeans and boots. He was good looking in a typicalblue-collar, trucker sorta way.Among the many thoughts racing through my head is, "FINALLY, a realgrown-up, man's cock! In real-life, and hard even!" It was the firsttime I'd seen one up close and personal - other than the little nubs ofa few buddy's when I was in grade school. I was ready to blast, so Iinstinctively took my hand away from my own throbber. I wanted to shootwhen he did. He kinda whistled and made complimentary comments about mycock size - it was relatively long, but didn't get too fat till later inlife. However, it did have the charming habit of curing up then - ahhyouth. For a few moments I just drank in the sight of him slowlystroking. Two things where becoming clear to me - 1. Alright - I amdoing it right! and 2. Boy, it sure looks like he's having fun with thatbig thing.Then he said, "Ya wanna suck it?" Again, my response was not verbal,but physical. I just leaned forward and started to kiss that swollenhead. I'd fantasized about this for at least a year before thismoment. I had finally decoded the full impact of bathroom graffiti.I'd been sucking cock for quite some time in my head - practicing on myfingers and toes (yes my toes) and knew I needed to keep my teeth out ofthe way. I also knew from my own jerking that it felt good to get mycock slippery and wet. Now it was time to put all that theory intopractice.I explored this huge cock in front of me with my lips and tongue,feeling it's heat and tightness of skin from being so engorged. Islobbered along the length of it, realizing there was no way I'd be ableto get it all down my throat - like I'd read about. He sure seemed tobe enjoying it, moaning kinda low and thrusting it across my face.Pretty soon I decided to try and really put it in my mouth - I wanted itso bad. Trying to keep a tight suction across the head, I just pushedmyself down on it. I had trouble opening wide enough at the ridge ofhis head. He kinda grunted when my teeth grazed the ridge, but stillseemed to enjoy it. I wonder if he knew that his cock was the first inmy mouth.I was thrilled to be actually sucking off a grown-up cock, and was readyto bust a nut again, so I stopped stroking for the second time, but keptsucking as much as I could. Which wasn't much more than the head. Ikept trying to take more, but that fat cock head kept hitting the backof my throat - I was embarrassed that I gagged once, so I justslobbered, tongued and sucked what I had.OK, here's the full picture: A skinny, 14year old kid, sitting on thepot in a truckstop restroom, jeans around my ankles, sucking the hugecock of a trucker while he holds my head - sweating a bit now andgrunting a little louder. Every now and then he mutters "Oh yeah, suckmy cock kid." and "FUCK". It's so corny (in a gayporn sorta way) butit really happened! And it was my first-time! You can see how I stillthink back to it when I jerk off today.So, this sucking/slobbering went on for several minutes, when he said,"I wanna see you cum." So, I pull off his cock (by now my mouth isstretched enough that I can do it without scraping with my teeth) andcommence to pulling my pud for him - while he does the same for me. Goddamn that feels good. He's breathing heavier now and that cock hasgotten even redder and fatter while we watch each other. The smellcoming off his cock and hairy ball is teriffic. Completely differentfrom my own smell. The skin is stretched so tight - I can tell he'sgonna cum. Fuck, so am I!And I want it. In my mouth. So I quickly bring up more saliva and jammy mouth around his cock. Apparently he's not expecting that. He'sbeatin' so fast that he hits me in the nose with his fist, but it onlystuns me for a split second. I've fantasized too long to not go throughwith it and I've already eaten enough of my own creamy jizz to know whatto expect. But I didn't expect so much.As soon as I resumed sucking, he hollered "FUCK!" and started pumping mefull of cum. I was surprised at how much hot, white, lumpy stuff keptshooting out, and the slimy mess it was making as I tried to accommodateit all. I was trying to keep up by swallowing, but it would overflowevery few shots and gush out the corners of my mouth. It started to goup my nose so I instinctively pulled off. Somewhere along the way, myupcurved cock had shot up onto my belly - and still he was shooting -one streak across my eyebrow and another blurb by my ear. The last fewshots of cream landed on my arm and thigh. Exauhsted, I finally leanedback and watched him milk out the last of it. I remember it made asplat when it hit his boots.Damn, we were a mess. And now that I'd gotten my nut, I started to getafraid that someone might catch us. He got out of there before I did(had less jizz on him than I did), but he mumbled "Thanks kid" as heleft. I was coming down off my sexual high and started wondering how Iwas going to explain this to my family. I was sure I must lookdifferent somehow (even though I was able to get the cum cleaned up -just a few wet spots on my t-shirt - and that lingering taste in mymouth). I just knew everyone could look at me now and see a cocksucker.I walked back to the truck and laid down. No one else seemed to be upyet so I just laid there. But, after what seemed like just a fewminutes I heard a light tapping at the tailgate. I immediately thought,"OH NO! He wants more!"But it was just Mom asking if I was ready to go in and have breakfast.We all made our way to the greasy spoon in the truck stop. As we werewalking to our table, Mom noticed a group of guys looking her way andone of them was nudging the others. I saw her take notice and she tookon the sexy posture she got when men were around. I looked around tosee who she was flirting with. It was my trucker! I was so embarrassedand was afraid he'd tell someone. What a dumb kid! He was tellingsomeone alright - his buddies. Their flirtation wasn't with Mom, butme!I did my best to ignore them. Mom never caught on and we left afterbreakfast. But can't help wonder what would have happened if I'd said Ihad to go the the bathroom again. Maybe that would have been my firstgangbang too. Oh well, one step at a time...