TRUCKSTOP COWBOY

by Lee Warren A few years ago, I was living on the south side of Orlando. There was a big truck stop just a couple miles from my house and I used to go there pretty often looking for hot truckers packing hard cocks! Well, one very slow day at work, I was totally bored and feeling really cooped up at the office. So, at lunchtime I told my boss I felt a cold coming on and would like to take the afternoon off, go home, take something for my cold, and get some rest. He agreed, telling me to take good care of myself. The truckstop was on my way home from the office and my car just automatically made the turn into the parking lot. I got out and walked into the main terminal building, passed the entrance to the restaurant and store, and entered the men's room. The place was empty at that moment, which was OK with me. I didn't have to jockey with anyone else for the middle stall (which had the best view of the urinals). And, besides, I knew from experience that it would only be a matter of a few short minutes before someone would be joining me. This truckstop was always pretty busy, even during the middle of the day. The men's room had the "double door" entry setup, so if you were in a "sensitive" position the squeek of the outer door gave you ample warning time to assume a less compromising stance. When you stepped into the main room there were two sinks and mirrors straight ahead. To your right, around a wall which hid it from view of the door, was a second room. In this inner room there were three urinals on the right wall with no partitions between them and three toilet stalls on the left wall. The stall doors only came up to mid-chest height, so it was very easy to take up position in one of the stalls and still be able to scope out the urinals without being obvious. But the best thing was the very ample gloryhole cut into the partition between the second and third stalls. I hadn't been in there more than 5 minutes when I heard the outer door creaking on it's hinges. Just moments later I was looking at the V-shaped back, broad shoulders, collar-length dark brown hair, and cowboy hat of one of the best-built studs I had ever seen in this place. He stood at the middle pisser but I heard no splashing in the urinal. However, I did see a rhythmic movement of his right arm, a sure sign that he was playing with his cock. He was about 6'4" tall, so I knew he could see me in the stall if he decided to turn around and look. So, I leaned back against the wall behind the toilet and pumped my cock a few times to make sure it was at full mast. Then I gave the customary signal by clearing my throat. The big trucker turned just enough to look over his shoulder and into my stall. When he saw me stroking my hard cock, he just grinned and turned all the way around. Seated, I could only see from his chest up, so I stood up for a view of the total package. What I saw nearly took my breath away! Standing in front of my stall was one of the hottest fucking studs I have ever seen in my entire life! He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had a thickly furred chest which I could see because he had his shirt unbuttoned nearly to his waist. This hunky trucker was stroking one of the fattest, thickest cocks I've ever seen. I'd heard the term "beer can cock" used before (for obvious reasons) but this stud's meat was more of the "oil can" variety. I swear it was the fattest cock I've ever come across. Just as we were eyeballing each other over the top of the stall door, we both heard the outer door sound it's warning. I sat back down on the stool and my new-found friend quickly stepped into the third stall and closed and locked the door. The newcomer stepped up to the first urinal, took a piss, washed his hands, and left. As soon as the doors closed behind him I saw movement through the gloryhole and noticed that the pointed toes of a pair of shiny cowboy boots were aimed straight at me under the partition between the two stalls. Then, that huge, hard cock began to inch it's way through the hole, and suddenly cowboy boots weren't the only thing pointing in my direction. Never one to be shy, I immediately fell to my knees on the floor of the stall and began to lick the big mushroom head of this cowboy's monster cock. He grabbed the top of the partition with both hands for balance, and began to fuck his big cock back and forth through the gloryhole. My new friend wasn't shy, either! It was a monumental task, but I was determined to get all of this fucker's cock down my hot throat. So, calling on my many years of cocksucking expertise, I opened my mouth and the entrance to my tight throat wider than I ever had before. With a continual swallowing action, I began to make my way down to the base of this cowboy's white-hot branding iron. It took some doing, but with steady forward pressure and lots of determination, I soon had his monster buried down my throat and was using my tongue to lick his huge, hairy balls which were also hanging through the hole in the wall. I was just getting accustomed to having my face stuffed fuller than it had ever been when my new-found buddy began to really buck and squirm, slamming his huge cock in and out of my hungry mouth. He made a sort of growling sound from low in his hard, hairy gut, and suddenly I was being flooded with the biggest, thickest, sweetest load of cock cream I'd ever had the pleasure of tasting. I swallowed the first 4 or 5 volleys, nearly gagging on the mammoth volume of hot cum he fed me. He was still rock hard and shooting when I pulled my mouth off his cock and took the last 3 shots all over my face. My cowboy just hung there on the stall wall with his spent cock dangling through the hole. What a fucking hot sight! The still huge cock was just beginning to go down a little, with a string of pearly white cum hanging down toward the floor. I swallowed the load of cream I was still savoring in my mouth, and leaning forward, licked the dripping cum from the head of this guy's fantastic fucktool. He shuddered from head to toe and moaned softly as my mouth made contact with his sensitive cockhead. Just then we heard the sound of the door and both slumped down on our respective seats in a state of near exhaustion. While the new arrival was taking care of business, I opened my wallet and took out a pre-written note I always kept there just for such occasions. The note contained my name and phone number and the request that the recipient call me if he ever found himself in need of more of the same treatment he had just received. I passed the note through the gloryhole and the cowboy took it. I had passed many copies of this same message through this same hole many times before. Seldom did anything come of it, though, since most of the note's recipients were truckers who were only passing through on their way to somewhere else, where the girlfriend or wife was waiting for her big, straight stud to come home from the road. I began to get my clothes back together and to make myself presentable enough to step out to the sink and wash the sticky residue of cockjuice off my face. As I was combing my hair in the mirror, my truckstop cowboy came out of his stall and walked up to the other sink beside me. Without a word, he leaned over to me and gave me a deep, wet kiss. At the same time he slipped my note back into my shirt pocket. He then turned and walked out the door. I didn't even bother to look at the note to see if he had written a reply on it. I knew this had been another "one time thing" and that the only time I'd ever see my cowboy trucker again was in the fantasies I knew I would have for a long time to come. I left the truckstop and made my way home. As I was taking off my clothes to get a much needed shower, the note fell out of the pocket of my shirt. I picked it up to put it back in my wallet for the next time I might need it. Suddenly, I was grinning from ear to ear, and a warm, tingling sensation was radiating from the pit of my stomach. On the note (from which he had torn my name and number) was this reply... Thanks, buddy! I really needed that! My truck's broke down. Probably won't be able to fix it until tomorrow morning. If I have to stay overnight I'll call you! Needless to say, I jumped every time my phone rang that evening, but each time it was just another annoying telemarketer or one of my co-workers wanting to know if I was "feeling better". I could honestly say, after my fill of hot cowboy cock, that my condition had improved! Finally, at about 9:00 pm, the phone rang and I quickly picked it up. A deep, sexy voice on the other end of the line said... "Hey, Lee! This is Stoney. We met at Trucker's World earlier today, remember?" "How could I forget!" I replied, weak with combined anticipation and dread that he might be calling to tell me that his truck was fixed and he had to be getting back on the road. "They can't locate all the parts they need to fix my truck, so I might have to stay here 2 or 3 days. Hope you're up for some company!" "Just sit tight, Stoney!" I said. "I'll be there in about 20 minutes to get you!" "OK, buddy! I'll be here waiting!" Needless to say, I suffered a sudden relapse and immediately called my office. I left my boss a message saying that my cold had taken a turn for the worse, and might be the flu, and that I would probably have to miss the next couple days of work. I headed back toward Trucker's World to pick up my new friend, Stoney. All I could think about was what I was going to do with "full access" to that hot, hard body and giant horsecock of his! I wasn't even thinking about which way I was headed or where I needed to turn. It's a good thing my car knows the way!