I pushed open the door to the truck stop men's room and the smell hit me first, piss and cheap cleaner and that thick funk of men who been on the road too long. My dick was already twitching in my jeans because I knew exactly what I came here for. The place was empty except for one guy at the far urinal. Tall, built like he lifted crates for a living, buzz cut, dirty work boots. He didn't look up when I walked in. I took the urinal right next to him even though there were plenty open.
I pulled my cock out and started pissing slow, letting him get a look. He glanced sideways and I saw his eyes drop straight to my dick. Thick, half hard already, veins standing out. He kept pissing but his stream slowed. I shook off, gave it a couple strokes like I was just finishing up, and turned toward him. "You looking or you sucking?" I said flat.
He didn't answer with words. He zipped up fast, grabbed my arm, and dragged me into the last stall. The door slammed shut and he shoved the bolt across. Then he was on his knees on that filthy tile, yanking my jeans down to my thighs. My cock slapped his face and he opened up wide, no teasing, just swallowed me to the root in one go. Hot wet mouth, tight throat squeezing the head. I grabbed his buzz cut and started fucking his face hard, balls slapping his chin, spit dripping down his neck.
"Fuck yeah, choke on it," I growled. He gagged but didn't pull off. His hands went to my ass, fingers digging in, pulling me deeper. I could hear the wet sounds echoing off the tile, loud and nasty. Someone else came into the restroom, boots on the floor, but we didn't stop. The guy on his knees just sucked harder, tongue working the underside, throat milking me.
The stranger outside took the urinal next to us. I could see his boots under the stall door. My fuck buddy pulled off my cock long enough to whisper, voice rough, "Bet he can hear us. Bet he wants in." Then he went back down, this time licking my balls, sucking one then the other, jerking my shaft with a callused hand.
I reached down and hauled him up by the shirt. "Turn around. Pants down." He did it fast, belt clinking, jeans and boxers shoved under his ass. Pale cheeks, tight hole already winking. I spit in my palm, rubbed it over my cock, and lined up. No slow push. I slammed in balls deep in one thrust. He grunted loud, forehead against the wall, pushing back onto me like he wanted it to hurt.
I fucked him raw and mean, hips slapping his ass, the stall wall shaking. Every stroke made a wet squelch because he was leaking pre all over the floor. "Take that dick," I hissed in his ear. "You came in here looking for cock, didn't you? Dirty fucking slut." He moaned and reached back to spread his cheeks wider so I could go deeper. I grabbed his hips and pounded harder, the sound of skin on skin filling the whole restroom.
The guy outside was still there. I heard his zipper. Then his hand appeared under the stall door, palm up, waiting. My fuck buddy reached down, grabbed the stranger's fingers, and shoved two of them in his mouth, sucking loud. The stranger outside started jerking himself, breathing heavy.
I pulled out, spun the guy around, and bent him over the toilet. I drove back in from behind, one hand on his shoulder, the other reaching around to stroke his thick cock. He was leaking like a faucet. "Gonna fill this hole," I told him. "Gonna pump you full." He pushed back, meeting every thrust, grunting every time my balls hit his. The stall smelled like sweat and sex and the cheap soap dispenser.
I felt my nuts tighten. I slammed in one last time and unloaded, cock pulsing, shooting rope after rope deep in his guts. He clenched around me, milking every drop. The second he felt it he shot too, cum splashing the toilet bowl and the wall in thick white spurts. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, my dick still twitching inside him.
When I finally pulled out, cum leaked down his thigh. He turned around, dropped to his knees again, and licked my cock clean, sucking the last drops from the head. The guy outside had finished too; I heard him zip up and walk out without a word.
My new friend stood up, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and grinned. "Same time tomorrow?" he asked, voice wrecked.
I tucked my cock away. "Count on it." I unlocked the stall and walked out, leaving him to clean up. The restroom door swung shut behind me and I was already thinking about the next load I'd dump in that tight hole.
