The beginning of this will make more sense if you read part 1 first.
I pushed off the wall and went back to the sink. I splashed some water on my face and stared in the mirror. Since there were no paper towels, I was using my fingers to squeegee the water off my face when the door opened and a man walked in. He was slim, but not what I’d call skinny. He had almost shoulder-length brown hair that flowed out the back of his ball cap that was backwards on his head. He had grommets in his earlobes with large captive ball rings in them, a thick captive ball septum piercing, and tattoo sleeves up both arms. He was just a little taller than me and exuded an air of power. I noticed he had big hands with long, thick, strong fingers. He nodded at me as he headed to the farthest urinal. Once he was past me, I saw that the front of his cap said Peterbilt. God, I love truckers. Maybe he is one. I stepped back to the sink wiping off a few more drops of water. He pulled out his dick which I saw in the mirror was long and cut. Even not erect it looked at least 8 slim inches. He wasn’t pissing. He turned his head and looked directly at me. I turned away from the sink and look directly into his eyes. “Up for some more?” he asked. “I already pissed a little while ago and saw the last stall door was closed. Heard some heavy breathing, and I just saw another guy leave. I figure you’re why this place smells like sex and cum. I been on the road for 4 days and haven’t cum in 5. I need somewhere to drop my load. We can go out to my truck or we can just do it here. Don’t matter to me. I just wanna fuck, and a nice wet hole would be just perfect. I’m guessing he left his load up there.”
Any sane person would have been surprised at someone this forward. I guess maybe that questions how sane I was, because I said, “Yeah, there’s something slick up there” and tilted my head toward the end stall and started walking that way. He didn’t put his dick away, he just followed me. After he walked past me into the stall, I closed and locked the door. I dropped to my knees, grabbed his hips and pulled him into my mouth. I didn’t start by licking his head or swirling my tongue around it. I opened my mouth and went down on him. He grunted, grabbed my head and started fucking my face. His shaft was pretty much straight, but his head turned down slightly. This made it perfect to aim right down my throat. Unlike the man I was just with, it was no trouble to throat him, but he went farther down my throat. He held my head and aggressively skullfucked me. His big, strong fingers held my head in a vice grip and he thrust his hips forward to meet my face every time he slammed my head down his dick. I thought this was obviously going to be a fast and hard preparation for fucking. He stopped moving my head up and down fast, and started sliding in slow, and then pressing me down on it as hard as he could, sending his head deep down my throat. Not being so fat as to take up my whole mouth, I was quickly able to set up a breathing rhythm so that he could deep fuck my throat continuously without having to give me time to catch my breath. I finally decided I was going to have a say in preparing his dick for fucking, and grabbed his hips and when he pushed me down hard on it, I held onto his hips keeping his dick down my throat and wouldn’t let him pull me back up. I stayed down on him for at least 10 seconds before backing off. He shoved me down hard on it again and I held his hips and kept his dick buried down my throat. I looked up at him and he just nodded. We spent I don’t know how many minutes doing this – shoving me down, me holding onto him for increasing amounts of time, sometimes shaking my head back and forth with his head down my throat. It drove me wild with lust, and I would gladly have spent an hour being throat-fucked this way.
He finally pulled out, and spoke for the first time since we came in the stall. “Show me that hole.” I stood up, toed off a shoe and pulled one pantleg off. Since it seemed like this was going to be a quick and hard breeding, I didn’t waste time getting undressed, just freeing myself up for movement. I bent over and grabbed the toilet seat. I thought he was going to just slam in and fuck, but I felt his thick middle finger slide up into my ass. He groaned and said, “Fuck yeah, that hole is nice and wet.” He dropped to his knees and began licking and sucking on my hole. He stuck his tongue in and curled it up inside me. “Shit, that tastes good,” he growled and went back to it. “That hole is wet, nice and sloppy.” He went back to sucking on my hole, and as much as I wanted to keep my first man’s load in there, feeling the cum being sucked out of me, hearing him smacking his lips and tongue was making my whole body shake and I was so horny I thought I’d shake apart. I was moaning and crying out in ecstasy. He fingered my hole some more, curling up his thick, strong finger, and then pulled it out and reached around in front of my face. I opened my mouth and took his finger in, tasting the load he had teased out of me. He went back to sucking on my hole, and I felt more cum being pulled out into his mouth. He suddenly stood up, pulled me up standing and landed on my mouth, forcing the load of cum in his mouth into mine, kissing me deep and sliding his tongue along mine in the slickness of the cum in our mouths.
He pulled away from the kiss, turned me back around and bent me over. I heard him spit and then heard him slicking up his dick. He didn’t waste time with a second glob. He grabbed my hips and without looking to see where my hole was, rammed his dick up my ass. It went deep, deeper than my first man had gone, but without the feeling of being stuffed. He fucked hard and fast. Being longer than my first man, his head rammed into my inner limits with more force, but by now, it was no problem to take it. He had stamina. He spent at least the next five minutes fucking me fast and forcefully. Really fast! At the end of that five minutes, he shoved all the way in and began grunting. He didn’t pull back, he just kept pushing harder up into me, keeping his head buried deep up in my second hole. Though I couldn’t feel him throbbing like my first man, he kept pushing and grunting for a full two minutes, his body convulsing repeatedly, making me suspect he was shooting an absolutely massive load up me. He finally stopped grunting and convulsing and just stood there with his cock buried all the way in me. He lightly scratched up and down my back, staying still. I expected him to pull out when he started sliding back, but he got his head to my ring and stopped. Then he started sliding back in slowly. He went all the way in and just as slowly pulled back until just his head was in me. He continued a long slow fuck in and out of me for several minutes. It felt so good I was moaning and whining. Then he pulled back and pulled all the way out. I thought he was done. I was wrong. From several inches out he rammed all the way back into me and I saw stars. He repeated this over and over, pulling all the way out and then ramming all the way in me from several inches out. Finally he rammed in and began fucking again. I heard the delicious wet, slurping, squishing sounds of a really wet fuck and I started shoving myself back on him. I knew that since he had already cum in me, he was going to fuck longer, and I loved it. He started fucking faster growling with a menacing sound, muttering, “Fucking wet hole cockslut. Fucking hungry bareback cumwhore. I’d like to drag you out to my truck and fuck this sweet wet ass every time I stopped. Keep you full of cum.” He just kept fucking minute after minute, showing no signs of stopping. He started breathing heavier, started growling, and started pounding me again. Faster and faster, harder and harder, and he suddenly bellowed so loud I knew if there was anyone outside the restroom, they’d hear it and know instantly that someone was getting bred. He roared and growled and barked and moaned. He slammed in and stopped, just standing there buried all the way to the bottom in me.
He did a few short strokes and then pulled out. Again I clamped down as he slid back to keep it all in. Once out, he spun me around and pushed me down to my knees and aimed his dick at my mouth and started thrusting forward. I opened my mouth and took him deep in my throat again and began swirling my tongue around him and adding heavy suction to clean everything off his dick. This time, I tasted his cum, my first man’s cum, my ass, and the distinct flavor of mansex. He finally pulled out of my mouth, shook his head and said “Whew! Holy fuck I needed that. Thanks man!” and patted my cheek. He unlocked the door and walked out without even washing his hands. After what I’d done over the past hour, I had to chuckle at the thought that went through my head: “Dude! Wash your hands! That’s nasty.”
