truckstop

[BuckHarder]

Buck
28
Salesman
married
6'4" 200

Been driving all day. Pull into a truckstop to use the bathroom and get something to eat. Using one of the stall I see a message "Call 555-3535 for best blowjob of your life"

Hell I'll give it a try. I've had a boner for the last 50 miles and was thinking of jerking off in the car. Wonder how this might work?

I dial the number and it rings.

 

[BuckHarder]

it keeps ringing.

 

[BuckHarder]

I wonder if someone is going to answer?

 

[4degrees]

the vibration in my pocket makes me reach for my phone. i don't recognise the number, and wonder if it might be an oh-so-timely answer to my very public 'personal ad'. i flip the small cell phone open after four rings and pause before i say a low 'yeah...'

again, i say 'yeah? hello?' i hear breath, and give it another second before i decide to say 'fuck off' and hang up.

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

I worked the territory. Hanging out here in the evenings made me a ton of money and as I sat in my booth I watched the guy go into the rest room, and then after a while leave. He looked like a live one so I caught his eye and he grinned and gave me the same old well-used line "Hi honey. Looking for trouble?"

 

[BuckHarder]

For 4degrees

I'm too nervous to say anything when the phone is answered. I guess I was expecting a girl to answer. My cock starts to rise at the idea of a guy doing things with me.

I call back and say immediately, "Don't hang up, I want you"

 

[4degrees]

annoyed with the silent caller, i'm more annoyed when the phone rings again. i couldn't deny that the alcohol-induced decision i'd made to scrawl my cell number on the stall of the men's room had actually been the cause of a handful of somewhat memorable encounters. but for the most part, i got lots of assholes who shouted 'fag' into the phone at me before hanging up. it was almost to the point of me getting a new number. but, still i was halfway hopeful that every now and then, my pleasure would surpass my regret of my public offer.

i answered on the second ring this time and before i could growl out a 'what the fuck, are you gonna speak', i heard a man's voice say "don't hang up...i want you".

"oh, you do, huh? what do you want...you want your dick sucked? you wanna get fucked in the back of your rig...or do you have a room, and want to get real intense with me? gimmie your stats. what are you into?"

i waited for the man on the other end to catch his breath; i could hear him suck in a deep one before his unsure-sounding voice replied.

 

[BuckHarder]

This was more difficult than I had expected, but it made me want it more.

"I want my dick sucked" Well, I did, so what did I have to lose. "I'm at the truckstop. I'm driving car"

 

[4degrees]

I couldn't tell if the owner of the nervous voice on my phone was foreign, but with the way he said 'i'm driving car' i thought he might be. it sounded like he expected some kind of outcall service or something. heh, that wouldn't be the case. "so, what do you look like? if you want some action, you'll need to come to me." i wasn't in the mood to get dressed.

i gave the stranger directions to my place and told him to call me back when he got here, so that i could buzz him into my building. the apartment buzzers had long stopped working, and my neighbors really didn't care for someone banging loudly on the outside door late at night. neither did i, for that matter.

i hung up with the guy and pushed up out of my oversized armchair, and grabbed the empty beer bottle that sat on the side table to exchange it for a full one. my cock rubbed against the cotton of my shorts and was already trying to poke out of the leg hole. after i twisted the cap off a new bottle of bud, i went into the john and pushed my shorts down to my knees. it was only right, to make sure my ass wasn't nasty, since i was having company and all. it had been a week or so since i'd gotten laid, and the thought of a new anon fuck had my dick waking up pretty quickly.