Adulting

CHAPTER 3 - Chip’s Story Continued From Chapter 1

What a freaking trip it’s been. We’re halfway back to Denver and I’m still processing everything. The beautiful wedding, the rough fuck with Kenny, Scotty coming to my rescue. I hadn’t been fucked like that in months, but there was something about Kenny that was different. He was never this mean or hateful before, I mean, yeah, he’s always been a little rough, but in a hot way. This wasn’t hot. Thank god Scotty came to my rescue. And Scotty. SCOTTY’S GAY! How the fuck did I miss that. I’ve been crushing on that meaty little muscle stud since the day we met, and it NEVER occurred to me he was fair game. Wow. But I doubt I’m his type. I can’t believe he fucked Brad Westin. Shit, I would have paid good money to watch that, even more money to be in the middle.

Plus, I’d totally be lying if I said I wasn’t excited about having a gay friend to talk to, a roommate even! But beyond the drama, my first gay wedding was beautiful. I don’t mean the setting or the event (as gorgeous as it all was). I mean the way Kevin and Randy love each other and seem to have zero issues with who they are. Both so confident and successful…and the people around them too. No one seemed to even notice they were gay, they were just a loving couple. Their friends were the same way. A bunch of hot gay couples leading normal enough lives. It gave me hope. Something to strive for. A reason to come out.

We were blasting some old disco as Scotty drove towards Colorado. I was on my phone searching social media for Brand Westin. Scotty’s confession had me thinking about Brad. “Did you keep in touch with Brad after graduation?” I asked Scotty.

“No, I rarely spoke to him after that one night. We were both scared someone would find out.” Scotty replied. “I regret that” he added with a sullen tone.

“Well, I found him, and you’ll never guess where he is” I said

“Stop stalking him, dude. That’s fucked up?” he scolded. After a long pause he added “where is he?” I definitely had his interest piqued.

“He’s in Phoenix!” I said matter-of-factly.

“Are you fucking kidding me. We were just there??!!!” Scotty yelled as he smacked the steering wheel of the old Subaru. I grabbed Scotty’s phone from the cup holder “What are you doing?” He asked.

I opened the Facebook app on Scotty’s phone “sending Brad a friend request for you” I responded.

“Don’t you fucking dare” he said grabbing for the phone, I pulled it as far from him as I could and hit send.

“Too late. Sent” I said triumphantly

“You fucker” he said trying to sound mad, but the grin on his face gave him away. Suddenly *bing*he got an instant message.

“Oh my god! Brad sent you a message” I yelled, almost giddy. I couldn’t believe it, it wasn’t even thirty seconds since I sent the request.”

“No fucking way” Scotty said, I could tell he was excited. “What did he say?!”

I read the message out loud “Scotty!!! Hey buddy, so good to hear from you. What have you been up to?” then, before Scotty could protest… which he would I responded, “Living in Denver, just heading back from my brother’s wedding in Phoenix and killing some time on FB and saw you were friends with Barry.”

“Sent” I said.

“Sent what? What did you say? What the fuck are you doing to me Chipper?!” Scotty said in a panic, but again, his grin gave him away. He was glad I was doing it.

“Righting a wrong. You deserve a guy like Brad” I responded then *bing*another message from Brad, I also noticed he accepted Scotty’s friend request. I read the message out loud “Really?! I live in Phoenix, damn I hate that I missed you.” I was already typing Scotty’s response, “I’m thinking of coming back at Thanksgiving, maybe we can get together then.” Sent.

“What did you say, what did you say? Stop responding for me, you ass” Scotty said, still grinning. I was doing what he couldn’t but so wanted to. *bing* Brad responded again “Awesome! I’d love that! Um… you still single” he asked with a blush emoji.

“FUCK” I almost screamed excitedly “He’s totally into you!” I said and read his response to Scotty.

“Totally! You?” I responded. He wrote back instantly “Yup, gay and out. You?” I stopped and read the exchange to Scotty. He lost his smile.

“How do you want me to play this, Scotty?” I asked. It was all fun and games flirting with Brad but sharing information about his sexuality was crossing the line. This was up to Scotty.

“Just say “gay and working on it” and see what he says” Scotty said decisively. It may not seem like it, but this was a huge step. Any gay man who has struggled with coming-out knows the fear of putting the news out there.

“You sure?” I asked, “There’s no turning back once I hit send. He’s friends with Barry and who knows who else, so word may get out fast” I warned. Scotty was quiet for a minute, I just waited for an answer.

“Do it. I need to do it” He said, and I hit send. It was done, the dye was cast.

“Sent.” I said

Scotty took a deep breath and then exhaled with a “FUUUUUCK” as he hit the steering well “I can’t believe we just did that” He yelled “WOOOOO” he was so animated and had a huge smile on his face. *bing* Brad responded. I looked at Scotty and he looked at me before I read it.

“Read it. Fucking read it!!” Scotty said in an excited voice

“Awesome. Call me when you have time, if you come at Thanksgiving we HAVE to get together.” Then he gave sent his phone number. I read it out loud then looked at Scotty for a reaction. I never saw his smile bigger and his hands were actually shaking on the wheel. He couldn’t contain his excitement.

“Holy fuck. I just came out to Brad fucking Westin” He said as we continued down the freeway. I saw a sign for a rest area coming up.

“Hey, can we stop at the rest area, I need to pee.” I said, “I’m starving, we can break into the crapload of food your mom packed for us.”

“Sounds good to me” He said. When the rest area came up we exited. We spotted an empty picnic table, Scotty said he’d set up the food while I hit the bathroom.

I Went into the bathroom and walked up to the long stainless steel pee-trough. I started to pee when the bathroom door opened. I continued to stare at the wall concentrating when someone else came up next to me, just a few feet away. I glanced over to see who was there. It was an extreme hot daddy type, probably a trucker, about thirty five years old.

He was wearing a denim baseball cap, tight jeans and a black T-shirt. He had his long dick in hand and was looking right at mine. I was about to put mine back in my pants when I decided to see where this was going. The trucker started to stroke his cock, I could see it start to grow instantly.

He moved down the trough until he was just inches from me. My eyes never left his dick. I finally moved my gaze up and got a look at his face. He had a rugged look about him. He had a perfectly trimmed reddish beard and his lust-filled hazel eyes were looking right at me. he inched closer until his leg was rubbing against mine. I subtly pushed back giving him the signal that I was game.

He broke into a grin, and I could see the dimples through the hairs of his beard. He got bolder and reached for my cock, his eyes never leaving mine. His hand was warm, and I started to immediately grow at his touch. I reached over and grabbed his in response. It felt awesome… hot and hefty in my hand. I wrapped my hand around it’s and started to stroke.

He followed my lead stroking my manhood up and down bringing me to a full erection. Then he leaned over and kissed me, I wasn’t expecting that. This wasn’t my first anonymous bathroom hookup with a trucker they usually just want a quick blow and go, you suck him off, he cums, and says “thanks: as he zips up his pants. Kissing wasn’t usually on the agenda, it was a welcome surprise as his soft lips touched mine. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and we kissed passionately. I reached up and stroked his reddish beard with my free hand, it was much softer than I expected, and the hairs tickled my fingers.

He stroked me harder and faster, and then another surprise. He pulled away from my lips, knelt down and took the head of my cock in his mouth, looking up at me as he did. It was sensual as fuck. With our eyes locked he started licking the underside of my phallus up and down, up and down. He undid my belt and pulled my pants and underwear to my knees then went back to the task of licking my cock going even lower and taking my balls in his mouth one at a time. Then lower to my taint, then turning me around so he had access to my tight little asshole.

I turned around and bent over, grabbing my ankles exposing my pink pucker to the hot trucker. I heard him inhale my scent deeply then felt his moist tongue tease my hole before he penetrated me with it deeply. He was so gentle and seemed to truly be enjoying my body. My god, it felt wonderful, especially after my rough session with Kenny by the pool yesterday. The trucker was attentive and focused on giving ME pleasure. Something I wasn’t all that familiar with. I was usually the one doing all the work.

After a few minutes he stood up behind me and kissed the on the neck. It was so tender, so unexpected. He gently pulled my head back and brought me into a lusty kiss, I could taste myself on him, and it was intoxicating. The entire scene was intoxicating, so… so… taboo. A hot stranger seducing me in a public restroom where we could get caught at any moment while my friend waited for me outside. There was something about the seediness of it all that was a major turn on. We continued to make out as he spun me around. There we were face-to-face, cock-to-cock, kissing, grinding and groping. Now I had to have him, I wanted him to fuck me.

Before I could say anything, he reached in his pocket and pull out a rubber and spoke his first words to me “Will you fuck me?” he said. I was totally caught off guard. I was a total bottom. Ever since my first fuck when I was a teenager I was always the bottom. Hormone-filled jocks and frat boys usually just took my ass without asking. Frankly, topping never really occurred to me. In the heat of the moment I somehow always ended up on my back or all fours with a nice dick in me. But now, this hot stranger wanted ME to fuck HIM. Why the hell not?I thought to myself as I grabbed the foil packet from his fingertips and started to rip it open. Meanwhile, he reached into his pocket an pulled out a small bottle of lube. He dropped his pants to his ankles, turned away from me, and started lubing up his tight, hairy hole with his middle finger. I watched as he moved it in and out, opening himself up for me. For ME! I was about to fuck someone for the first time.

He bent over and grabbed his ankles, presenting his hairy hole to me. I looked at his ass. I t was beautiful! So round, perfect, and hairy. I reached down and cupped his left cheek with my hand, feeling its softness, then I took a step closer and put my dick against his pucker rubbing it up, down, and around to tease it. I was looking at my own dick the whole time, I never saw this sight before. My dick rubbing against a hot ass. Then I pushed, and the head went in. A breathy “oh fuck” escaped his lips as he let go of his ankles and reached for my ass cheeks with both hands trying to control my movements. I wrapped an arm around his waist to support him as I pushed in further. I watched my dick enter another man’s ass for the first time. Fuck! What an incredible sight. I was absolutely entranced by my dick going in and out, I watched his hole grab and release me as I slid in and out of him with ease. It was something I has never seen close up before and it was hotter than hell.

I loved the sensations his passage was giving my cock as it grabbed me and pulled me further. Even through the condom the sensations were insane, and I was controlling them. I was setting the pace, the depth, how rough… it was all up to me and I loved it! It was empowering. Just then, I heard myself say “I’m cumming.” The anonymous trucker pulled off my ass, flipped around, got on his knees and ripped the condom off my throbbing cock. He engulfed my cock just as the first spurt of jizz left my staff and went right down his throat into the gullet along with the next at least five spurts. I lost count as my cock throbbed in pleasure. He looked up at me as he worked my shaft with his mouth and hands, his cute dimples made his smile evident. He pulled off me, stood up, and shared my load with me.

He ended the kiss, pulled up his pants and said “Thank you” as he left the rest room. I realized that he never shot his load. He just wanted my load. HE was the cumdump, not me. He was the one who walked away without cumming this time. This was a totally new perspective for me. Damn, there’s so much more to sexthan I’ve experience I thought to myself. I pulled up my pants, went to the sink to clean up, then off to find Scotty.

I found Scotty outside at a picnic table waiting for me with lunch set-up and ready. “Where the fuck have you been” he said as I watched my anonymous trucker jump into his rig. He saw me looking and said “Oooohhhh, so THAT’S where you’ve been” with an understanding grin on his face. I flashed an embarrassed smile as I sat down to eat lunch. Not another word was said about it.

*bing* I heard Scotty’s IM alert “Is that still Brad?” I asked

“Yup. We’ve been IM-ing while you were um… “peeing.” He said putting air-quotes around “peeing.” “And… I am going to invite myself to Kev and Randy’s for Thanksgiving and go out with Brad the night before. I got a real date with a man.”

We both took a few steps forward at that rest stop.

To be continued…