Читать книгу The Great Cock Hunt - Alex - Страница 10

So it was shortly after that story that we pulled into a rest stop. We had stopped at one just outside the city before we started and I got one of those sodas that are like bigger than a two-liter bottle. Sodas like that, Big Gulps or whatever, always remind me of grossly overweight, lottery-playing addicts in low income suburbia that would be the subject of a Michael Moore film on how Americans need everything to be big. But whatever, that’s not what we’re here to talk about. What I wanted to convey was that I had drunk the entire thing and that unless I got to a bathroom quickly, this book would end up being about water sports, and not the fun kind that involve boats.

So Tommy got in line at the McDonald’s and I went to the bathroom. There were only two urinals and both of them were occupied and so I went into the stall. The stall wall didn’t meet the bathroom wall very well—the bracket was loose—and I could get a decent view of the urinal on the other side of the stall wall. I had to pee so badly I didn’t pay much attention to the other guys in the bathroom and while I was pissing I tried to look through the crack. I couldn’t see much of the guy but I could see the fly of his jeans open and his cock hanging out and pissing. He was uncut and his foreskin covered almost all of his cock-head.

I finished pissing but didn’t flush the toilet. My cock was still feeling kind of excited and as I watched the guy tuck his cock back in and flush the urinal I stroked myself a little. I thought about Tommy’s story and how hot it was and I had this image of the hot redhead, his ass being plowed, and I was stroking faster. Someone else came to the urinal and I leaned forward to try to catch a glimpse. Again I couldn’t see the guy but I saw him unbutton and unzip his pants, pull down his tightie-whities and haul out a long cock. He started to piss and his hands started to massage his lower stomach, just above his cock, and I spit in my hand and stroked faster.

Thinking about the redhead and the guy next to me with the long cock got me hot and I closed my eyes and imagined that guy at the urinal coming into the stall and feeding me his big cock. I thought about all of those bathroom stories I’d read about in porno magazines: about rendezvous in bathrooms with glory holes or when guys get on their knees and stick their hard-ons under the wall for some anonymous guy, whose face you never see, to suck. I thought about how hot and dirty that would be and how exciting it would be if this guy with the long cock went into the next stall and stuck his rod under the divider.

I’d be on my knees, I imagined, slurping up his long cock and working my own with my fist. And then the guy with the foreskin, the dude who’d already left, would be in the stall on the other side of me. And he’d be poking his cock through a glory hole and I’d start licking it and the head would emerge from the foreskin and I’d get his uncut cock nice and hard. Then I’d stroke his throbbing pole while I returned to the long cock on the other side, poking under the wall waiting for my mouth. All the while I’d never see these guys’ faces and they’d never see mine. I’d have that kind of hot, dirty bathroom sex that you see in movies. I don’t know that I’d ever have the balls to do it for real—I mean, I’ve definitely had some hot bathroom sex before, but never at a public rest stop—but just thinking about it, thinking about that uncut cock exploding strings of cum onto my face while I was still stroking the other cock, made my dick tingle.

I started thinking about swallowing the long-cocked guy’s load with my mouth all covered in the other dude’s jizz and while listening to the uncut guy zipping up and leaving, then I was there. My cock exploded and ropes of cum splashed down onto the toilet. I opened my eyes and noticed that the guy at the urinal next to me, the long-dicked guy, had left; I hadn’t noticed him flush or anything I was so wrapped up in my fantasy. But there was no one there now and I was still stroking my spit-slick cock and cum was jumping out.

Quickly I tucked myself back into my pants and tried to clean up my mess as best as I could. I flushed and came back out. Tommy and Lizzie were sitting outside and Tommy was eating French fries. Lizzie asked if I was all right because I had been gone a little longer than normal, and I said I was fine. We got back in the car and headed to school.