Awakening

I pull into the truck stop at 11:45 pm. My apartment is only 50 mins from here, but after driving all week a hot shower and a solid 7 hours sounds good. My name is Caleb.  I'm 27, 5'10" and at 170lbs I feel like I filled out. I usually drive about 10 hours a day for 5 days a week, but after my ex left me I've been working back to back weeks as much as I can. Anything to keep from having to be in our apartment.

Oh, my apartment. She's the only girl I've ever been with. I thought this was what I was supposed to do. Work, and come home to her. It's been 6 weeks since I came home to her being fucked by another guy. In our bed. The same bed that's been leaning on the wall. I can't stand to sleep in it. I can't bare to get rid of it. 

Sure I haven't ever fucked her like he was doing, but I'm damn sure I gave her more than he will ever be able to offer. This is why I work so much. I get so angry. Last week in between shifts I stayed in a hotel. As cozy as my sleeper bed is, a genuine bed and a run on the treadmill sounded fucking fantastic. 

This guy in the hotel's gym kept eyeing me. It drove me bonkers. Was I wearing the wrong clothes?! Did I look ridiculous running or was my breathing interrupting his life?! By the time the fella approached me I was so confused and angry I ended up punching him the second he grabbed my shoulder. Mainly out of reaction and partially out of the fact that I don't like to be touched. I felt bad and walked away while muttering an apology. 

I was lucky to stay the night. I didn't care of he pressed charges, but the hotel staff never knocked on my door. Anywho. It's time for a shower and then bed. I walked up to the usual Thursday night attendant. I think his name was Trevor or Chad. Some surfer name. Super attentive. Knew me by name and gave me my usual room. 

I felt guilty that I couldn't remember his name, but he knew the routine. "Hey Mr. Caleb. Thursday already? Ha your room is ready. I recommend getting a shower in early, the place is kind of crowded" "thanks" is all I managed to mutter. However this time was different. The dude handed my key, but held onto it. The the only time I noticed how hairy his arms were. I chuckled awkwardly and he just winked at me with both eyes. 

Who the fuck does that?! God I hate and love this truck stop. It's equipped with showers and a laundry room. It also has about 15 rooms. Each one is identical. Simple. A full size bed in each with a desk and sink / mirror. The diner attached to the building isn't the best and I doubt anyone can fuck up a chicken salad sandwich. I threw my jacket and boots off. Grabbed my shower slippers down the hall toward the showers themselves. 

I made eye contact with that attendant by accident only to react by awkwardly nodding and winking. He smiled big and began to hurry what he was doing. Oh well. As I walked into the shower He walked out. This was a man's man. About 6'2" and maybe 35 years old? He had his towel thrown over his shoulder and let his cock dangle freepy. The nerve of some people. I get that it's a shower, but c'mon! Have some decency. Never have I felt ashamed for looking at someone until I walked past him. 

His dead stare made me feel sorry for existing. I began to do my shower ritual. Hair, face, body and butt. Sitting for 10 hours a day really makes me sweaty in some areas . . . So I usually scrub my asshole real good until I'm confident I'm squeaky clean. None of the other guys in the shower seem to mind and I don't make a habit of putting on a show. I just scrub and scrub until it feels clean enough. 

After my scruffy body has been lathered and rinsed off I decide to finish my shower and get dressed. As I walk past the laundry room toward my room I see him again. The angry shower guy. Fully dressed this time in lounge pants and a rather tight.shirt. I laughed to myself as I noticed his belly. It wasn't at all big, nor did it distract me from his muscular body but I kinda liked it. It reminded me of my dad. 

What the fuck am I thinking?! I need some sleep. I haven't ever paid for sex. In highschool I was always flirted with by the girls around me. Being shy I guess made me desirable. I began to develop facial hair my freshman year of highschool. By the end of it I had a thick layer of reddish brown hair on my chest, belly and legs. I kinda liked it. It made me feel masculine. 

My dick was decent. 6.5 in length and about 6 inches at Its thickest point just under my mushroom head. I didn't like that it curved slightly to the right, but that's because I'm a bit ocd with my body. As I walked to my room I noticed I left my door on. I don't remember leaving the 'do not disturb' sign on however. 

Before I could walk in the door I felt a rush of warmth and relief rush through my legs into my dick. My eyes rolled back and I think I yelled in ectasy. After a few seconds I realized someone was sucking my cock. I looked down and saw him. The attendant. He wasn't too skinny or anywhere buff. He looked like a filled out dork that played dnd. 

His stubble tickled my balls and I let out a stifled giggle. I was overwhelmed by the feeling of his.mouth sliding on my now rock hard cock and his firm hands on my thighs holding me closer to him. This is the first time I was ok with anyone touching me. I wanted his arms all over me. His arms. God it's been such a long time since I've cummed inside anyone. 

He sat back on my bed and I almost fell on top of him. He managed to move onto my bed without letting my cock fall out of his mouth. Basically walked me across my room like a dog by the leash that was my cock. Impressive. I decided to enjoy it all even more .I didn't want to touch his head just yet so I placed my hands on both of his shoulders and let him rock my body in and out of his mouth. 

God did he even breathe? His hands moved up my ass and yanked my basketball shorts off and began to caress my asscheeks. He ran his fingers lightly over the hair and as he did it he lifted his mouth from my cock and my cockhead. I'm sure I bruised his shoulders. He just groaned with pleasure when I put my hands over his, signaling my desire for a firm hand on my ass. 

He went on bobbing on my crooked cock for a few minutes. I never noticed his hands move up my shirt and onto my nipples. I shuddered when he began to massage them. Then I felt it. Another rush of warmth go down my legs with a tingly finish. Somehow he had managed to tease my nipples, grab my ass and slide a wet finger around my virgin ass hole. Oh? OH?!? UUNGHH!! 

I screamed as I realized there were two sets of hands on me. The one on my nipples was coming from behind me. That wasn't a finger. The strangers tongue was licking my hairy hole and it was forcing its way inside me! I loved all of the over stimulation from all angles. When I realized what was happening the attendant was pushed over the bed. I was.on top of him. His legs wrapped around my waist. 

The strangers firm hand held my ass in place while the other grabbed my balls and his tongue began to force its way inside me again. I was going to work up the courage to turn around but the attendant began to tongue my ears and I almost melted on top of him. I felt a sharp pain followed by a mushy tingle. Its origin was in my ass. There was a finger inside me. 

Everytime it rubbed a wall inside of me my head would kick back and I would moan in ecstasy. God i was loving whatever it was that was happening to me. I felt the world around roll into a vortex. Somewhere there was a rush of wind and anytime I tried to figure out what was happening another rush of joy would hit my ass and I'd forget. I was on his shoulder. His big muscular shoulder. 

The stranger had thrown me over his shoulder while fingering my hole. I could feel my compression shorts and basketball shorts at my ankles as he carried me out of my.room and down the hall. I could hear whistling and a yeehaw from somewhere but when I tried to look he hit the spot in my ass so hard with his finger I screamed info his back with pure sexual joy. Getting into the room I hear the door slam shut and the bed hits me like a bus. 

The stranger flipped me on my back and held my legs up by my thighs. And again his tongue was inside me. Deeper than before. I finally had the desperation and desire to hold him down. I grabbed the back of his head and held him down. I guided him to the top part of my hole. The part that I really liked stimulated. When I felt my balls go into his mouth I looked down and saw his face. 

It was the man from the shower. His once existless scowl was now a piercing gaze. I felt so confused as I watched him eat my hole like I was the last pie on Earth. The stubble from his chin rubbed on my hole and I felt ribbons of cum escape my throbbing cock. As I shot my load i arched my back and grabbed what I think was his pillow. I remember smelling the musk of a man. Raw and intoxicating. I hated to smell dirty, but this wasn't my smell. It was him. After I finished shooting my load, I felt him begin to kiss his way up my crotch, belly then chest. He lapped up all of the cum off of my hairy chest. 

His hands held me down as I had begun to squirm for freedom. I knew where he was going. Once my chest was clean from cum he wrapped his legs around me and his arms bound mine at either.side of my body. He kissed me on the neck and I began to tear up. I was scared. I think i whimpered a bit. "it's ok buddy. The hard part is done. I got it all out of you, don't worry. Stay relaxed. I have you. You're safe. You're here with me" 

"Get the fuck off of me you creep! I didn't ask for this!" I managed to wrestle him off and threw my shorts on and ran out the door. I could feel my face get red hot. I was embarrassed! Humiliated. 

Countless people saw me get carried down this hallway moaning like a bitch! NAKED! I was so angry I threw open my door only to see the attendant getting fucked by another man. This guy was on the chubbier side and seemed to have my dirty boxers in his face. I was so confused I ran back into the hallway. I could still hear the attendant moan as the bed was ramming against the wall. 

After a second shower I walked back to the room. Not mine. That one was soiled .I walked back to His room. The door was unlocked and when I opened the door he sat up on his bed. He jumped out and stood in front of me. Naked. His blue eyes softer this time on me. He raised his hand and placed if on my face. Massaged my left ear and I held it on my face. The heat that radiated from his hand somehow kept me grounded. 

I don't know if he pulled me into his chest or if i pulled him around me, but either way I felt safe. As I began to process what had happened in the last few hours I began to weep. Without a word he held me tight and stroked my head down to the small of my back. He kissed me behind the ear and pulled me into bed with him. I resisted at first but when he pinned me between himself and the wall I knew I wanted it. I just wrapped my arms around him and cried softly into his chest. I was home. I was safe. I was me. I was His. 

Well. Obviously this needs more! Hope you guys enjoyed this. Definitely pulled my dick out and stroked off a few times thinking this story through. Actually based the characters off of two guys I met in Snohomish county jail. Heh. Fuck they were hot! Also I learned that the straighter you are in jail the gayer the jokes. So I could never tell if Caleb and Jeff were flirting with me or just trying to shoot the shit. Oh well. See you guys (readers) again soon .I hope.