This is a true story of a chance encounter after a water main break at my apartment complex…
I was having an uneventful day. I left work, went to the gym and left for home. Pretty typical. I’m driving down the main road, and although it is well after commuter traffic, there is some traffic congestion. I saw flashing orange lights up ahead, but didn’t give it a second thought. I finally made it home and the first thing I wanted to do was make some dinner. I go to turn on the water faucet. There is no water. I thought to myself “fuck” did i not pay my water bill? Come to find out from the neighbors, there is a massive water main break. The traffic commotion was in fact the water department trying to fix the problem. There was no indication whether it would be fixed in an hour, two hours, a day, etc. whatever, I least it wasn’t because I forgot to pay the water bill.
I go about my business…sorry I am going to get graphic here…I went into the bathroom..at the end of the day and work out I needed to unload and I pooped out a massive log into the toilet completely oblivious I had no water. I went to flush, and thank goodness it all went down, but the tank didn’t fill back up. I was reminded “oh yeah, the water main break.” Next order of business- get in the shower. Again oblivious (you’d think I would have caught on by now), no water. “Fuckkkkk” I thought to myself. Now do I not only have body sweat from the gym all over, I have that nasty post workout hair, and a filthy ass to boot.
Strategically thinking, I need to go back to the gym. Too late- gym was about to close. Second option, go buy a couple of gallons of water so I can at least wash my hair and clean my ass. Deodorant can work well tomorrow for work if the water isn’t back on.
I get in my car and head two exits down where all the grocery stores, fast food restaurants, etc. are. I had planned to go to the grocery store but at this point I was hungry, and even though I normally don’t eat fast food for health reasons, I saw the Wendy’s sign and thought “that sounds soooo damn good right now.” I went to the drive thru, picked up a burger and drink and parked in the front parking lot to eat. While I’m sitting there I realize there is this massive truck refueling center right across the street. I called and asked if they had a shower and the lady on the phone confirmed they did.
I park out front of the “convenience store” part of the station, go in and pay $10 bucks to use the shower. Actually it was closer to $15 because I bought a razor and paid for their towel service. All of this was pretty uneventful. I entered the shower area which was like a mini gym locker room without the lockers. There were five showers I think- somebody was in one of them- a bench, a counter and a sink area with two sinks. Since I didn’t come prepared I was just wearing t shirt, sweatpants and flipflops.
When I finished my shower, I went to dry off and get dressed. I still had my unused razor, but the person in the shower was now using the sink and his stuff was spread out over both sink areas. It would have been awkward to shave so close to this stranger. While I was waiting we started making small talk and he asked what “rig” I was driving. I explained I didn’t drive a rig, and was there because of a water main break. I’ve actually always been intrigued. What the heck is inside one of these big 18 wheeler trucks. Needless to say this guy was a trucker and was there on a long haul and this was just a overnight stop for him. He ends up offering to let me see the inside of his rig. At this point, it must’ve been pushing I’m saying 10 PM and I had an early day at work the next day and was really super tired, but I was curious what was inside this truck and he was being very generous to show me and those two things combined, I took up his offer for him to show me the truck. He introduced himself as Chad and we shook hands. To be honest I can’t remember what the guys name was but I think it was Chad.
We headed across the parking lot as we passed so manyof these trucks lined up one after the other. When you get up close to one of them, you realize how massive they are. His was bright red and had an extended cab. It took a couple of steps to climb in. Chad opened the door and told me to crawl in on the driver side and then he got in on the passengers side. The first thing that I asked him was why the truck was running when he was not even in it. He told me that the trucks are designed to keep running for long periods of time, even idle. Plus since he’s sleeping in the cab, the engine powers the air conditioner. Good ta know.
Behind the front seats there was an entire mini living unit all in this one tiny box. Microwave, tv, dvd player, and a bed- it looked wider than a single bed, but narrower than a double bed. Everything was really nice even down to the cool lighting and (relatively) tall ceiling. I commented on the tv and we shuffled to the back cab area, and turned it on, we were both sort of scrunched next to each other in this confined space. There was a shelf that had a few dvd movies and I started to read through the titles. None of them were remotely my interest but there did appear to be at least a few porn flicks, one of them which came the point of conversation was called something like “frankenweenie” -you can’t make this shit up. Chad starts to tell me the true story of this marine who gets his pecker cut off by his psycho girlfriend. They are later able to recover this detached member and reattach it…the star of this movie is that guy “in real life”. Well well well. I have to see this movie.
Chad asked me if I wanted him to put it on, I could NOT resist, out of morbid curiosity. I adjusted my position on the bed to get the perfect angle and while he was putting it on, he said it was ok to lay down, just to take my shoes (flipflops) off. The tv was perfectly angled. This movie starts playing and it’s run of the mill straight porn, but I start to get aroused by the movie and the more I tried not to think about it the harder I got. Chad seemed to take notice and said, glancing down inconspicuously, “guess you like it” as he chuckled. He started to lay down next to me and sort of nudged me over. Two people could fit on this bed, but two people were kinda tight. Meanwhile my tent is exposed but I’m trying to ignore it. He makes a noise like “tdo tdo tdo” and briefly wiggles my cock unexpectedly. Trying to ignore what’s going on, I see that he is sporting a major boner through his shorts.
At this point my heart was racing…a lot was happening so quickly out of the blue. It seemed like ten minutes had passed and with a lot of hesitation, I reached over and did the same to him very quickly. He was rock hard. Not too long after his hand came over and started rubbing my cock through my sweatpants. Unexpectedly he pulls down the front of my sweatshirt just enough to start sucking my cock. The man wanted my bologne meat and hooked onto like a newborn calf to a cows teat.
Just after a few minutes - it wasn’t long- he said “roll over a sec”…and as I complied he pulled down the back part of my sweats- I wasn’t wearing any underwear- he immediately dove his tongue into the crack of my ass. In no time he was attacking my butthole with his tongue like a puppy dog in a jar full of peanut butter. I just stayed still- frozen- in this prone like position- my mind pondering how I got myself into this bizarre situation…I’m literally thinking, waking up “this morning” I never thought I would close out the day with another persons tongue inside the inner ring of my asshole.
Meanwhile I am still hard as a rock, and he’s using all this spit he has generated to slather my cock while he’s alternating between jacking me like a milk cow, to sucking my cock and balls. I have large balls and I’m glad he would alternate between sucking each one independently because I’ve had chicks try to put both in their mouth at the same time and they’re too big- hurts!
A few of his hand strokes later a bust like a trip valve on a west Texas oil well. I’m squirting my cream all over the edge of his bed. He must have continued eating my ass for another 30 minutes- I was sorting going in and out of consciousness I was so tired and relaxed.
I sensed some movement from him and realized he had maneuvered his penis, obviously toward my butthole. Without any hesitation he just started to push it in. My body language would have told him I wasn’t taking it, but he was persistent enough to wedge the tip in. My ass clenched and forced it out, but he pushed his cock head in again- but deeper so it couldn’t as easily be pushed out. I just laid there in a bit of pain, but the exotic nature of this cock told me to stick with it. He started pumping in slow thrusts. This went on for a while until I felt no pain, just pressure. But this acceptance led him to continue to go deeper. I was sensing every inch of that sausage go in, then out, then back in, but deeper.
I’m taking this cock as best as I can but seriously it was beginning to hurt. I was moaning on each income thrust- it was not pleasure it was giving in to pain. I tried to “pull off of it” a few times, but he was quick to hold it in and slow down. I was entranced and confused and aroused by his balls that would sometimes slap up against mine. I felt his ball hair whiskers that felt like a mild scotch pad tickling my taint. Towards the end he had really picked up the tempo and was sort of pulling down on my left shoulder with his arm as he maintained balance with his right arm. I’m moaning at this point, and although he has been totally silent through this, he really picks up the pace.
He topped off with an odd ogre like grunt with a few guttural and indignant cock thrusts. He had been respectful up to this point but turned more animal like as he humped his semen inside me.
When it was over I literally limped like a street whore back to my car. I never got this guys number or anything. All I could think about was my burning asshole- I couldn’t wait to get home to sit in some epsolm salts. The first thing I did was turn the faucet on in the tub. While it was filling I sat on the toilet and unloaded so much cum, it felt like I was actually pooping. While I am agonizing through the ass pain I realize…the water is back on and running….
I was having an uneventful day. I left work, went to the gym and left for home. Pretty typical. I’m driving down the main road, and although it is well after commuter traffic, there is some traffic congestion. I saw flashing orange lights up ahead, but didn’t give it a second thought. I finally made it home and the first thing I wanted to do was make some dinner. I go to turn on the water faucet. There is no water. I thought to myself “fuck” did i not pay my water bill? Come to find out from the neighbors, there is a massive water main break. The traffic commotion was in fact the water department trying to fix the problem. There was no indication whether it would be fixed in an hour, two hours, a day, etc. whatever, I least it wasn’t because I forgot to pay the water bill.
I go about my business…sorry I am going to get graphic here…I went into the bathroom..at the end of the day and work out I needed to unload and I pooped out a massive log into the toilet completely oblivious I had no water. I went to flush, and thank goodness it all went down, but the tank didn’t fill back up. I was reminded “oh yeah, the water main break.” Next order of business- get in the shower. Again oblivious (you’d think I would have caught on by now), no water. “Fuckkkkk” I thought to myself. Now do I not only have body sweat from the gym all over, I have that nasty post workout hair, and a filthy ass to boot.
Strategically thinking, I need to go back to the gym. Too late- gym was about to close. Second option, go buy a couple of gallons of water so I can at least wash my hair and clean my ass. Deodorant can work well tomorrow for work if the water isn’t back on.
I get in my car and head two exits down where all the grocery stores, fast food restaurants, etc. are. I had planned to go to the grocery store but at this point I was hungry, and even though I normally don’t eat fast food for health reasons, I saw the Wendy’s sign and thought “that sounds soooo damn good right now.” I went to the drive thru, picked up a burger and drink and parked in the front parking lot to eat. While I’m sitting there I realize there is this massive truck refueling center right across the street. I called and asked if they had a shower and the lady on the phone confirmed they did.
I park out front of the “convenience store” part of the station, go in and pay $10 bucks to use the shower. Actually it was closer to $15 because I bought a razor and paid for their towel service. All of this was pretty uneventful. I entered the shower area which was like a mini gym locker room without the lockers. There were five showers I think- somebody was in one of them- a bench, a counter and a sink area with two sinks. Since I didn’t come prepared I was just wearing t shirt, sweatpants and flipflops.
When I finished my shower, I went to dry off and get dressed. I still had my unused razor, but the person in the shower was now using the sink and his stuff was spread out over both sink areas. It would have been awkward to shave so close to this stranger. While I was waiting we started making small talk and he asked what “rig” I was driving. I explained I didn’t drive a rig, and was there because of a water main break. I’ve actually always been intrigued. What the heck is inside one of these big 18 wheeler trucks. Needless to say this guy was a trucker and was there on a long haul and this was just a overnight stop for him. He ends up offering to let me see the inside of his rig. At this point, it must’ve been pushing I’m saying 10 PM and I had an early day at work the next day and was really super tired, but I was curious what was inside this truck and he was being very generous to show me and those two things combined, I took up his offer for him to show me the truck. He introduced himself as Chad and we shook hands. To be honest I can’t remember what the guys name was but I think it was Chad.
We headed across the parking lot as we passed so manyof these trucks lined up one after the other. When you get up close to one of them, you realize how massive they are. His was bright red and had an extended cab. It took a couple of steps to climb in. Chad opened the door and told me to crawl in on the driver side and then he got in on the passengers side. The first thing that I asked him was why the truck was running when he was not even in it. He told me that the trucks are designed to keep running for long periods of time, even idle. Plus since he’s sleeping in the cab, the engine powers the air conditioner. Good ta know.
Behind the front seats there was an entire mini living unit all in this one tiny box. Microwave, tv, dvd player, and a bed- it looked wider than a single bed, but narrower than a double bed. Everything was really nice even down to the cool lighting and (relatively) tall ceiling. I commented on the tv and we shuffled to the back cab area, and turned it on, we were both sort of scrunched next to each other in this confined space. There was a shelf that had a few dvd movies and I started to read through the titles. None of them were remotely my interest but there did appear to be at least a few porn flicks, one of them which came the point of conversation was called something like “frankenweenie” -you can’t make this shit up. Chad starts to tell me the true story of this marine who gets his pecker cut off by his psycho girlfriend. They are later able to recover this detached member and reattach it…the star of this movie is that guy “in real life”. Well well well. I have to see this movie.
Chad asked me if I wanted him to put it on, I could NOT resist, out of morbid curiosity. I adjusted my position on the bed to get the perfect angle and while he was putting it on, he said it was ok to lay down, just to take my shoes (flipflops) off. The tv was perfectly angled. This movie starts playing and it’s run of the mill straight porn, but I start to get aroused by the movie and the more I tried not to think about it the harder I got. Chad seemed to take notice and said, glancing down inconspicuously, “guess you like it” as he chuckled. He started to lay down next to me and sort of nudged me over. Two people could fit on this bed, but two people were kinda tight. Meanwhile my tent is exposed but I’m trying to ignore it. He makes a noise like “tdo tdo tdo” and briefly wiggles my cock unexpectedly. Trying to ignore what’s going on, I see that he is sporting a major boner through his shorts.
At this point my heart was racing…a lot was happening so quickly out of the blue. It seemed like ten minutes had passed and with a lot of hesitation, I reached over and did the same to him very quickly. He was rock hard. Not too long after his hand came over and started rubbing my cock through my sweatpants. Unexpectedly he pulls down the front of my sweatshirt just enough to start sucking my cock. The man wanted my bologne meat and hooked onto like a newborn calf to a cows teat.
Just after a few minutes - it wasn’t long- he said “roll over a sec”…and as I complied he pulled down the back part of my sweats- I wasn’t wearing any underwear- he immediately dove his tongue into the crack of my ass. In no time he was attacking my butthole with his tongue like a puppy dog in a jar full of peanut butter. I just stayed still- frozen- in this prone like position- my mind pondering how I got myself into this bizarre situation…I’m literally thinking, waking up “this morning” I never thought I would close out the day with another persons tongue inside the inner ring of my asshole.
Meanwhile I am still hard as a rock, and he’s using all this spit he has generated to slather my cock while he’s alternating between jacking me like a milk cow, to sucking my cock and balls. I have large balls and I’m glad he would alternate between sucking each one independently because I’ve had chicks try to put both in their mouth at the same time and they’re too big- hurts!
A few of his hand strokes later a bust like a trip valve on a west Texas oil well. I’m squirting my cream all over the edge of his bed. He must have continued eating my ass for another 30 minutes- I was sorting going in and out of consciousness I was so tired and relaxed.
I sensed some movement from him and realized he had maneuvered his penis, obviously toward my butthole. Without any hesitation he just started to push it in. My body language would have told him I wasn’t taking it, but he was persistent enough to wedge the tip in. My ass clenched and forced it out, but he pushed his cock head in again- but deeper so it couldn’t as easily be pushed out. I just laid there in a bit of pain, but the exotic nature of this cock told me to stick with it. He started pumping in slow thrusts. This went on for a while until I felt no pain, just pressure. But this acceptance led him to continue to go deeper. I was sensing every inch of that sausage go in, then out, then back in, but deeper.
I’m taking this cock as best as I can but seriously it was beginning to hurt. I was moaning on each income thrust- it was not pleasure it was giving in to pain. I tried to “pull off of it” a few times, but he was quick to hold it in and slow down. I was entranced and confused and aroused by his balls that would sometimes slap up against mine. I felt his ball hair whiskers that felt like a mild scotch pad tickling my taint. Towards the end he had really picked up the tempo and was sort of pulling down on my left shoulder with his arm as he maintained balance with his right arm. I’m moaning at this point, and although he has been totally silent through this, he really picks up the pace.
He topped off with an odd ogre like grunt with a few guttural and indignant cock thrusts. He had been respectful up to this point but turned more animal like as he humped his semen inside me.
When it was over I literally limped like a street whore back to my car. I never got this guys number or anything. All I could think about was my burning asshole- I couldn’t wait to get home to sit in some epsolm salts. The first thing I did was turn the faucet on in the tub. While it was filling I sat on the toilet and unloaded so much cum, it felt like I was actually pooping. While I am agonizing through the ass pain I realize…the water is back on and running….
