Highway Sex

Many of my friends, and even some of my family, said I was crazy to take the job forty miles away, but having been unemployed for six months, it was time to start weighing the pros and cons. It was a great company, with an opportunity for growth, the hours could be flexible, and they had an amazing deal with a health club right next door with a pool and gym. That cinched it for me as there was ample opportunity to work out during my lunch break and get back into a routine of heavy swimming and pumping. The drive was almost all highway so there was little congestion. 

About two months into my employment, road expansion started on either side of the highway, so the Jersey barriers went up along the way in both directions and a couple of those port-a-potty deals were placed behind the barriers. I had stayed late one evening after the construction began, and coming home had to take a piss. What was interesting was that at a certain point on the road, there were two potties on opposite sides that seemed rather large, almost a double. My annoyance at this construction was doubled by the fact that my travel time never allowed a glimpse of any potentially hunky road workers, due to when I normally left and returned.  Today, it was about eight-thirty and, I pulled off the road near one of the pots, got out and was relieved to find that the port-a-pot was open. My estimation had been correct, as it was rather spacious, with a trough like urinal and a toilet. Finishing up, this overwhelming urge struck me to jack off. Usually my fatigue upon reaching home was great enough, to only permit a drink and bed, so the need was very great.

It was a cool evening, but warm inside, so I stripped everything off and was pleased to see there was even a metal hook on the door, where I hung my clothes. Unlike some of these portable joins; this one did not reek of either piss or shit. My seven inch member had already started to rise, so I spit down on it and started off. It was thrilling to hear the occasional car whiz by, knowing my dick would spew out a load with little between me and some unsuspecting drivers. My nipples love hard play, so I began rather ruthlessly tweaking them, all the while giving my low hanging balls some tough squeezes, pinching the hard nut part with my two fingers. Getting close, I wet my index finger and started sawing it in and out of my keyhole opening. Not able to hold out any longer, the cum zoomed out of my mushroom head, flew onto the plastic wall and landed on the seat too. Breathless with elated exhaustion, I redressed intent on repeating this little escapade as often as possible.

Alas, work demands kept me from considering it for the next few nights, but Thursday my plan was to leave earlier, while it was still light and go at it again. As my nipples and sack love tough love, clothes pins had been stored in the glove compartment to attach to each, for a heavy, hotter load. Leaving sooner, it was my hope to catch a burly work man around the pot, who might want to join me. There had been no luck so far and so intent was my desire as well as listening to some music, that I was unaware that this car in the next lane had kept abreast of me and at the same pace. Suddenly a horn tooted and jumping, my head turned to the left.

Through my horn rimmed glasses, my eyes trained in on his hot looking guy staring at me. He had reddish hair and a beard, appeared tall; it was hard to tell the build, but he looked to be a fucking righteous piece of work and like me, was driving alone.

He waved an arm in greeting and on my side the gesture was returned.

We went along, alternating between quick glances at each other and the road. Feeling a bit bold my next move was to again turn my head to the left and wink. He responded with a lascivious licking of his lips. That sealed the deal and my mind raced with some outrageous scenarios and hot sex. I took my left hand from the wheel, cupped it together and mimed jerking off.

He vigorously nodded his head and blew me a kiss.

Fortunately, the road was pretty deserted, as we were keeping abreast of each other. I turned my head again, held up three fingers and then pointed to the right side of the highway.

He nodded again.

It was fucking hot, having this guy, who appeared to be a real stud, tailing me down the road and a part of my mind, hoped he would literally tail me. At the three mile mark, I put on my indicator and he followed and we pulled off the road. In my excitement and fumbling with the seat belt, he beat me out of his car, leaning against it as if this were the most natural, every day place for a fuck.

He had taken off his shirt to reveal my dream ginger type build. Great shoulders, amazing biceps, thick carpet of rust hair, leading down to his taut gut and into his pants.

As he approached me, it seemed as though his rod led the way, pressing obscenely against a pair of chinos; a noticeable wet spot where the head was. He was fucking hot – broad shoulders, tapered waist and huge arms, that made my grapefruit sized muscles look like raisins in comparison. I in turn, whipped off my shirt, racing to get out of the car.

He came over to me his tent pole leading the way. “Rick.”

I leered at him. “Did you say dick?”

A smug grin plastered his very attractive face. “Yeah and damn do I want yours.” He grabbed it right there and the thought crossed my mind that in the waning light, passers-by must have wondered what the fuck two shirt less guys were doing by the side of the road.

Not waiting for more of an introduction, he grabbed my meat and ran his hand up and down its length, all the while kissing me hard.

“About time,” he said when he broke free.

Laughing, my answer was: “Excuse me?”

“I’ve been following you for the past two days. I work at Drake’s and first saw you a few days ago, leaving town. As I go this way, I decided to stalk you on the highway and resorted to honking at you to get your attention.”

Grabbing his prong and stroking it, too, I replied: “Well, here’s hoping there’s going to be another kind of stalk action that’s about to occur. Feels like a corn stalk in those pants. You ever been in porn? How big is that thing?”   

He nuzzled close to me rubbing his crotch against mine. “About eight inches. Are we going inside the port-a-pot?”

“Fuck yeah.” I pulled down his zipper and dragged out his colossus. “It will lead the way. First though let me get these clothes pins out of the car. I want you to put them on my tits and bag.”

“Well, you are prepared!” He purred and kept rough handling my package.

We were semi protected by the barrier and at that moment there was a slight lull in the traffic, so we both ducked inside.  It was growing dusk and my fear that certain crucial things would not be illuminated was put to rest, since from my last visit, a kindly work man had attached one of those globe type lights in the space, which we readily snapped on.

“Get undressed you cruisy fucker.”

He wrapped his mouth around mine and started to undue his pants. “Nice space. You come here often?”

“Last time you missed the twenty piece orchestra.”

“Just so long as you can play the skin flute well.”

My hands tussled his hair. “Never had any complaints.”

Both naked, we stood back and admired each other close enough for dicks to do some serious duelling back and forth, but far enough to study each other.

I felt his eyes rake over me and then his hands followed suit, first rubbing my arms, which brought a low moan. “Did you buy these duck pin balls you’ve got stuffed in your arms or did you earn them?” Not waiting for an answer he took a nipple in his mouth and tugged.” Now it was my turn to moan. His free hand was moving along my tool, pumping back and forth.

“Shaved balls,” he commented. “Nice. My assumption is it’s easier with the clothes pins that way?”

My head was in his arm pit, snuffling and slurping away. What a smell, funky and sweaty, so my only option was to try and nod my head.

“Let’s get them on. Plan A is to eat that gorgeous ass, then suck and fuck and rock this thing like a tornado that hits a cheap trailer park.”

“I concur with that, but first let me at that major piece of yours.” I knelt and went to town, knowing fully well his was one of the largest it had been my luck to chow down on, and what a meal. It was gorgeous: long, straight, and with a succulent gumdrop head, that was my first target, washing it with my tongue before taking it into my mouth. Then down on him I went, sucking in my cheeks and letting him charge my gullet with wild abandon. We both were heavy leakers and that suited me fine. After a few minutes of tongue worship, he pushed my head away.   

“Too hot and nowhere near ready to shoot, so those clothes pins have to come on. He attached two to my nipples and five to my nuts and turned me around so my arms were against the wall, my face towards the door.

He buried his face in my crack, very loudly groaning his approval and causing the clothes pins on my balls to clatter away. His tongue was amazing, so good, it seemed it must be against my rib cage, he was so far up in me, as if my rump was his first meal in weeks. My moans joined the chorus and we were so intent that we didn’t hear the door fly open.

We both stopped and standing there blocking the door was a god of a State Trooper. Tom of Finland couldn’t have drawn him better. He was a tall boy, maybe late twenties, jet black hair, the regulation hat, shirt plastered to what had to be more like a twelve pack and the pants – damn, he was wearing a gun belt above a huge bulge. A night stick hung from one side of the gun belt and a name tag spelling “Swanson” was attached above a very flat pec.

“Well,” he drawled, in a voice that sounded like he swallowed a beach full of sand, “what have we here?” He stepped inside, crowding the space even more with his gorgeous presence and drool worthy scent.

Trust and believe though the rimming had stopped neither Rick nor I had lost an ounce of our erections. He was hot enough to keep ice cream hard.

“Not sure if this comes under indecent exposure or not, but when I spotted the cars, it seemed there might be a distress signal.” He took off a pair of shades, to reveal impossibly blue eyes and ran his eyes over both of us. “This seems like the kind of situation where maybe I can lend a hand,” he sneered.

The comment came from my mouth before it could be stopped. “Or that fucking hot mouth, hopefully.”

He licked his lips. “Clothes pins, so you guys are into kink. Maybe I should take you in or better still to that rest stop a mile up the road that’s closed for servicing.”

Rick’s hand trembled, but he still reached for Trooper Swanson’s major package. “We’d sure love to service this, officer.”

Swanson pulled him close and kissed him full on, his hat staying firmly in place.

“Damn,” Rick announced, “hungry man dinners do belong to Swanson. Let’s go.”

Swanson pulled down on my clothes pinned sack. “I’ve got a traffic cone in the back of the patrol car that may suit us just fine, with a lot of Albolene on it. Leave the pins on and you guys better follow me.”

“Are you fucking kidding? We’ll be so close, we’ll be in the back seat,” I replied.

Nils, as Officer Swanson told us to call him, had a key to the office of the rest area as part of his detail and once inside proved he possessed one of the biggest rods we had ever seen. We may have had him beat with combined muscles and could have overtaken him, once his gun was aside, but we mutually decided the young buck and absolute fuck should lead the way.

As soon as we were all stripped we attacked each other. Nils inhaled my seven inches and proved he had a Masters in cock sucking, using his sand paper like tongue to scrap back and forth along my penis and with the clothes pins nipping at my balls, the sensation was out of this world. Rick got behind Nils and spread him wide to dive into his flawless tush, shoving his tongue in and out and bathing his anus like it never had been before. I was able to lean across Nils and grab Rick and with some Albolene attack his pert, hairy nips. Pretty soon the air was tumid with our mutual goal of bringing the other off. It was a wonder to see Nils’s ten inch sword swinging back and forth and I was pretty sure made both of us want to impale ourselves on its mighty length and girth.

Rick was jacking away, while eating and slapping Nils’s marble cheeks and was the first to lose his mighty load. His face was so far up Nils’s ass that his groans were muffled but his delectable semen shot all over the place, like a sprinkler gone awry.

I was next as Nils’s tongue was driving me wild and allowing my seven inches to pound the back of his throat as his forehead banged into my gut. The clothes pins were pinching my balls and Nils was adding to the agony by tugging them relentlessly. My dick exploded, washing his tonsils with my goo.

Nils hadn’t cum yet and he had an idea. “Grease up the traffic cone and help to lower me on it and you fuck Rick,” he instructed me, “while I fuck you.”

Believe me his wish was my command. It was amazing to see his crack, so well greased from Rick’s grade A rimming, and a heap of Albolenne slide down onto the cone. Nils was huffing and puffing, explaining that he sometimes sneaked in here to perform this very operation and demonstrating how far his anus would accommodate the cone. I placed Rick in front of me and with a dollop of lube mounted his rear, which had consumed my thoughts since we had first drop trou in the port-a-pot. 

Nils was riding the cone as if it was a small dildo, slapping my ass as he rode me, splitting me opening and drilling me in an out with his hot rod, feeling like there was a water pipe up so far in me it would fuck Rick, too. As I would back onto his pole he would somehow manage to plow into me, while keeping his balance and bouncing on the cone, thus making me ram into Rick, whose ass was one of the finest I’d ever had. In and out and the smacking sounds were unbeatable. Nils as he slid his ass up and down on the cone, Albolene running down his luscious rump, and swatting my cheeks, shoving me forward as I kept hitting Rick’s magic button in his prize ass; all of us yelping away with the sensations of fucking and torturing each prostate. Rick was pounding away at his pud and it was a wonder they couldn’t hear us three counties away.

Rick splattered the floor with his second load and my dick erupted up his hole with a scalding load of hot jizz. Nils had the stamina of a long distance runner, still not having shot his wad. He barked out an order for Rick to place the clothes pins on his nips and balls as best as he could, as Nils was still pounding the life out of me, while riding the cone.

“Kiss me you naughty fucker,” he barked out to Rick, “and yank on those clothes pins.” 

Rick groaned and their loud wet kisses echoed in the room and suddenly Nils exploded up my ass with it seemed like a never ending load. 

We all were panting and fell onto each other.

“You know this part of the highway is my normal detail,” Nils told us. “Do you guys travel this route every day around this time?”

I knew I sure as shit was about to alter my time to continue to accommodate this wicked experience and we both nodded our ascent and Nils grinned, kissing us both deeply. “Then, let’s exchange numbers, text each other, and see you guys tomorrow for round two.” He pinched my nipples roughly. “And tomorrow you take the cone.”

We exchanged information and as I limped to my car, I knew very well there was now no downside or con to this job!