If you are from a rural area, you understand how hard it is to have a quick hook up, even with all the apps.
In our small city, there are definitely opportunities, but if you are away from any populated area, it’s just about impossible to find anyone to hook up with, much less arrange an actual meeting for sex.
I love blue collar guys. And I have a lot of fantasies about having encounters with farmers, ranchers, truckers, and factory worker-types. I imagine some young stud whose wife is pregnant, and he just wants a quick blow job. Or a guy who got transferred to a factory in a small town and doesn’t have a girlfriend yet, but has heard about guys who like sucking dick and are good at it, and wants to give it a try. I’ve been looking for years, and it’s just that, a fantasy
So when I drive from the small city where I live to the rural area where my family still lives, I often stop and check the apps in any decent size little burg I pass through, but never find anything.
Last time I drove to my folks, I tried a new strategy. I searched ahead of where I was currently located, to an area maybe 60 miles in front of me. And boy did that ever pay off.
I stopped at a gas station to fill my tank, and pee. I searched in the next town.
There was a blank profile with the username LFHeadRN – looking for head right now.
Said he was 34, straight and just wanted head, no reciprocation.
I messaged him and said I love giving head and would be passing through his area in about 1 hr. No response. Got back in my car, started driving, not really expecting anything because that’s how it usually goes. About 20 minutes later, a message popped up from the guy.
“Can you host? Has to be RN.” He included a dick pic. Nice thick one, maybe 7 inches, a big vein on top, and a nice normal sort of head. Thick brown bush. Hairy legs and a furry belly.
I keep driving, but pulled off at the next intersection.
“No,” I responded. “I’m in my car driving through, and will be in your area in about a ½ hour. Do you have a place?” I pull back onto the highway, still thinking this will probably amount to nothing. But I did pick up my speed a little, since he seems to want it “RN”.
“Yeah, I’m working in the city park, it’s closed for fall, but I have keys to all the buildings and you can blow me in one.” He included the name of the park.
“OMW” I responded, and picked up my speed.
“Hurry, I only get an hour for lunch.”
“Driving as fast as I can.” was my answer.
About 20 min later he texts again, “hey, I’m gonna cover my head, cuz I don’t want to see a man sucking my dick, if that is ok.”
“No problem.” Weird, I’m thinking, and chuckle a little.
“Hurry,” he texted again, “I don’t want my supervisor to know. I’ll have a city truck parked by the pool house, park next to it and walk in the unlocked door, go past the closed concession area and into the locker room. I’ll be in the locker room, in back by the stalls.”
This all is sounding so hot to me. Is this really going to happen?
I was a sunny, and kind of warm, fall day. I found the park, and cruised through it. I pulled up to the only truck I saw and parked right next to it. I was some sort of big truck for hauling, and was full of logs and branches. I look in the window and there is a Burger King bag and an open can of Monster.
Not another car or person in sight.
I texted as I walked up to the pool house that I was here. As I entered the building, I saw the guy from the back, quickly pushing through another door straight ahead of me.
He had on a white hardhat, a high visibility shirt, orange with silver reflective strips on it, heavy logger type pants, and steel toe work boots. I couldn’t believe this was real.
He looked like some sort of tree-trimmer, with a big belt on with all kinds of tools.
As I entered the locker room a few seconds behind him, I heard a chair being pushed across concrete to my right around a row of toilet stalls. The room was bright, with no coverings on the high, frosted-glass windows.
I could hear him unbuckling his pants, and then the buckle and tools hitting the metal chair as he pulled down his pants. As he came into view, he was just sitting down with his pants and boxers around his ankles. I just caught a glimpse of his bearded face before he draped a towel over it. He leaned back.
“Suck it” was all he said, and he didn’t need to tell me twice. I quickly unbuckled my own pants and pushed them down and dropped onto my knees in front of his spread knees. I smelled fresh cut wood and sweaty balls. I was rock hard, this was everything I like.
He couldn’t spread too far because of his pants weren’t all the way down because of his big boots. But before me was the perfect scene. He was sweaty. Not like dirty sweaty, but like a man who had been working hard in protective gear on a sunny fall day. He smelled like clean sweat and dick. His dick was completely soft, and hanging straight down with the tip just touching the metal seat. His big furry balls pooled in his sac on both sides of the dick. He had one hand up under his shirt and was pinching his nipple. That caused his shirt to lift up enough so I could see his thick fur on his belly. It had just a little softness to it, like a guy who was a high school wrestler, but now ate Burger King drank too many Monsters.
“Do it. I don’t have much time,” He growled from under the towel.
I leaned forward and stuck my face right into his full crotch and inhaled deeply. The smell made my own dick rock hard. I wanted to explore more, and was thinking about sticking my nose in his underwear, which was just below my chin.
“Suck it, dammit” he hissed, then to himself, “why the fuck did I do this, fuck.”
I wanted to take my time, but figured I better get right to it.
I lifted his dick off his balls and started sucking gently. It pulsed a little and started to swell.
“Oh yeah, fuck”
He didn’t take long to get fully hard. Not sure how long it was, but it was nice and thick.
It was a little more than I could get all the way down on, leaving about 2 inches between my lips and his bush. I smelled his hairy bush with each suck. I picked up the pace a little. I worked my tongue on the underside double time with each up and down motion. I tried varying my pace, to see if he liked it slower or faster. He didn’t seem to care, his dick throbbed any way I did it. I pulled my lips off, “am I doing it how you like?”
“It’s feels good. Shut up.”
I cupped his balls with my left hand and went back to my task. Now I could nuzzle them up to my chin gently with every suck. He was so hard. Moaning and bucking up to meet my throat as I went down. I wanted this to last, it was so fucking hot. He did not want it to last.
“You like dick? You like eating cum?”
He put his big right hand on the back of my head. The other hand he had on the towel covering his face. Now he starts pushing me down on it as I suck. Faster and faster, not gentle at all. I use my index finger on the hand that is cupping his balls to probe along the metal seat, to his ass crack. I tickle his sweating taint till I feel his hole. Just as I feel his pucker twitch, he pushes me hard and shoves it in deep and holds me there. My nose is running and my eyes are watering.
“Swallow all of it, fag.”
I feel his shaft pulse in time with his asshole twitching. And my mouth fills up with his cum, but most of it probably goes right down my throat.
He yells out, “FUCK!” then quieter, “Eat that cum you fag. Swallow all of it.”
I frantically jerk my own dick as I slide off his still twitching rod. Cum and slobber squirts out of my mouth. I am swallowing and trying suck it all in. I lick the tip as it continues to spray out down into his bush, and onto his belly fur. Some shoots onto my forehead, into my hair. The last shot hits my chin and my shirt.
“Swallow it, you dick sucker. Fuck. And clean it off” The towel has fallen off and he is looking down at my dripping face. I start lapping his bush and belly. I lick the dripping cum off, that has ran down to his balls. My own dick shoots my load uncontrollably. It shoots onto his hairy leg and into his bunched up underwear. The last shot lands on the toe of his boot.
“God dammit! Fuck! I knew this was a mistake!” He shouts as he jumps up. The metal chair legs screech across the concrete floor.
“Lick every drop of that up!” He pushes my head down as he stands above me.
I start on his leg and suck all my cum off his fur. Then I go into his underwear and try my best to get as much as I can. The spicy scent of his asshole fills my nose as I lick my own jizz off the cotton that is already wet from his sweaty balls.
“Lick the boots, you piece of shit. I’m gonna be late and get in trouble. How am I gonna explain this.”
I start licking as much as I can off. He steps back and bends down to pull up his pants.
As he gets them almost up, he points at his dick.
“There’s more”
I look up and he has just his balls and dick out of his pants. A rope of cum is hanging. I go for it. And give his balls and still chubbed dick one last lick.
“Fag”
He storms out. I stand on my shaking legs, pull up my pants and hustle out. There’s a roll of paper towels by the sink. I wipe my nose and tears. I try to get the jizz out of my hair and mustache. I wipe at the gooey cum on my shirt. I blow my nose and straighten my shirt.
His truck pulls out as I exit the pool house. I go to my car and check my rear view mirror to make sure I don’t have globs of jizz dripping off my face.
I drive away and continue my journey.
About an hour later I get a text. “that was great. Let me know when you come through again. I needed that. Thanks.”
