Pig in Palm Springs

I’m a little behind schedule because of the hot steam room encounter but totally worth it. Traffic is light as I make my way down the highway, singing along to my playlist, I know I’ll make up for lost time.

My hand is permanently fixed in my crotch, groping my dick straining the fabric of my jock and shorts, feeling about two loads drying on my skin and fur. I know as my sweaty jock dries, the pouch will stay damp with the continuous flow of precum leaking. The trip is only about 2 and a half hours without traffic but I budgeted some extra time to arrive at 5 when I could check into the house I rented.

It’s been about an hour and I have to piss like crazy. Perfect timing. I take the exit my GPS alerts me to and continue on deserted dusty side roads until I reach the rest stop and park my car in the mostly empty lot.

I had heard about this rest stop from an older guy I hooked up with once. It's been around for ages and used to be one of the busier stops for truckers heading north or south but has been mostly deserted for the quick stop on the highway. It does still have a glory hole which is the precise reason I wanted to go. Never brave enough to go to any at the bookstores close to me. I thought at least stopping at this rest stop would tick off one of my fantasies of meeting a hot, rough and tough raunchy trucker.

I know there is a man pissing on my tanktop, but for good measure and to ease the pain in my bladder, I let a tiny trickle out, causing the precum soaked wet spot to expand.  I walk in and suddenly feel out of place. The way I’m scantily and almost obscenely dressed, although welcoming the wanted attention from those interested, is not the best thing to be dressed in around the ignorant, hateful bigots that are far too common still. I instantly regret creating the exaggerated wet spot in my shorts.

The rest stop is half diner and half convenience store and the few people in there all look up at me when I enter. I look for a sign for the bathroom and feel the other patrons gaze on me until I go up to the register. There is an old burly man behind the register reading a newspaper.

“Hi, where is the restroom?”

“Outback.” he mumbles without looking up

I am relieved it’s outside so I can just get right back to my car after I piss. The fantasy is slowly turning into a nightmare and I just want to get in and out. I knew there was a risk of not every scenario playing out the way I had hoped and I had plenty of time ahead of me.

I open the bathroom door and immediately hit with the intense stench of dried piss. I’m unbuttoning my shorts as I walk past the sinks to see a 3 person wide trough, standing all the way against the wall. I fish my cock out just as it starts spurting piss. My stream is strong. All the water during my workout finally caught up to me. I look down, assessing where the first spurts landed, seeing the wet splatters on the waist of my shorts and splashed across the base of my shirt.

The door opens and I tense, my stream still going strong. Out of the side of my eye I see a man with a thick long beard walk in and stand right next to me, close enough that I can feel the wide sleeve of his t shirt graze my outer bicep. I snuck a quick glance at him while his hands fumbled with his belt. He had a baseball hat pulled down past his eyes, only his nose and wild unkept beard exposed. He had a thick broad chest and a tight round belly. A few inches shorter than me I assessed based on how our arms lined up. My stream was still going strong as he whips out his soft cock, holding it in his tanned calloused hand, covered in tattoos connected to a faded sleeve of skulls, flowers and crosses on his forearm. It must have been 6” soft.

He holds it, takes a deep breath and releases a soft trickle of piss, before shaking it around. I’m trying to look without being too obvious. He gives himself a stroke before turning, his dribbling dick head grazing my shorts before walking into the stall. I always had a fear of how to know what to do in these situations, and the unspoken rules of cruising, but this was pretty blatant and just made it that much more exciting. I finally finish my piss and fold my cock into my jock as I turn towards the other stall.

“I know what you’re here for faggot.” I hear him whisper in a thick accent, as I step into the adjoining stall shutting the door behind me.

I pause. True to the tale, there is a glory hole, and there is a hard 6 inch cut dick with a big mushroom head sticking right through. Turns out he is a shower not a grower I can’t help but think to myself. I’m nervous. My hand is trembling but I can't stop it from reaching out towards the cock poking through. I grasp it lightly and hear a moan. I don’t mind being called faggot in the right context but I’ve heard horrible stories and I had a big empty house waiting for me to get nasty all around it.

“Come on man, swallow my load!” He says, a bit more desperate than degrading. Encouraged, I pull my body closer and crouch down. I can feel my heart beating in my throat and groin. I lean forward and lick the dripping tip. His precum tastes bitter but I continue, starting to swirl my tongue around his head, it's sweaty and salty. I wrap my lips around the head and start to him suck in.

“Yeah” I hear from the other side of the thin wall. I keep going, sliding this stranger's cock in and out more aggressively until I’m nose deep in his sweaty pubes. I can smell him. It’s a strong, sweaty, manly odor fighting and blending with the stench of dried piss in the nasty bathroom. I am all sorts of turned on sucking hard as I feel him start to pump in and out of my wet drooling mouth.

He pushes in and I hold him down my throat working my throat muscles. My tongue strains from under it to touch his balls. I am so turned on by his musky sweaty crotch I reach up and pull on his slimy sack, reaching under and finding his taint dripping in sweat. He pulls his cock out and stuffs his hairy nuts through and I start slurping on them. I can hear him moaning and mumbling and keep sucking on his sweaty sack, breathing in his stink sucking the sweat from the wiry hairs.

He pulls his nuts away and I press my face against the dirty hole with my open mouth and nose straining through. Next thing I know I feel something thick and furry against my tongue and I realize it’s an ass cheek. I freeze and retract my tongue for a second as he positions himself so his dank furry crack lines up with my face. I take a quick inhale and can smell that musky ripe ass. It's strong but no trace of shit. Perfect. I take a tentative lick. Then another and I keep going, building confidence with each swipe of my tongue I won’t find any gross surprises.

I lap at his sweaty crack, trying to drive my tongue into his tight straight man hole.

“Fuck yeah faggot, eat my straight sweaty ass.”

He continues to groan loudly and grunt out words I can’t decipher .  I can feel from the way he's humping back onto my tongue and grinding back all over my face he is pumping his dick rapidly. He’s really moaning as my tongue swirls around his hole and slides in and out.

All too soon it’s gone. I feel the stale air cool on my hot sweat covered face, shoving my face harder against the hole, desperate for my reward.  And I get it  with a hot blast of thick heavy cum hitting my mustache and open lips. Then another small one right on my tongue and a last one on my lower lip down my chin.

“Fuck man.”

I pull back realizing he’s finished and lick my lips and swallow the cream that made it into my mouth.

Reality sets in instantly when I open my eyes. I stand up and run out of the stall, not waiting around for any “straight boy regret” to be taken out on me. As I open the door to the bathroom I almost knock into another man. This one is taller, broader and has a stetson on. I can’t make out his features as the sun is behind him and blinding me from being in the dimly lit dank bathroom. I turn my head down, mutter an apology and walk quickly back to the car.

Safely inside, I take a deep sigh of relief and turn the car on. I take a look at my face in the rearview mirror, mustache and chin dripping in the strangers heavy white cum. Not much there but what is there is so thick it stays intact, not spreading or dripping at all. Hopefully the man I bumped into on my way out didn’t notice.

I use the collar of my tank top to wipe off whatever my tongue can't reach. While turning the car on. I check my face again and chuckle at the red lines circling around my nose, cheeks and mouth from forcing my face in that dirty hole. I turn the AC full blast, feeling a bit overheated, and pull out of the parking lot back towards the highway.

I continually check my rearview mirror as I make my back along the dusty side roads. An 18 wheeler pulled out but I’m far enough away I don’t think I have to worry right?. I notice I’m sitting forward, clutching the steering wheel, eyes darting to the rearview mirror when I burst out laughing and finally relax into my seat.

“Wow, you are really leaning into this!” I say out loud to myself.

As I cruise down the highway I start to replay what just happened. The rough, ripe, bearded tattoo covered trucker. The seedy bathroom, the random cock, licking a furry hole and hot a thick load. Exactly what I wanted. Well almost. But enough to keep my cock hard and dripping as I drove.

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