The restroom at the back of the truck stop smelled like piss and cheap soap. I pushed through the door at 2 a.m., heart hammering, dick already half-hard in my jeans. I was twenty-three, never touched another guy, but the apps and the stories had me driving forty minutes out of my way. I needed to know.
A big guy in a faded work shirt stood at the urinal. He glanced over when the door shut. Mid-thirties, thick forearms, short beard. He didnt look away. I stepped up to the next urinal even though I didnt have to piss. I unzipped and pulled my cock out. It was already stiffening. He saw it. He kept stroking his own thick piece, slow and deliberate.
He finished, shook off, and walked straight into the handicapped stall without flushing. The door stayed open a crack. I followed, dick swinging, and stepped inside. He locked it behind us.
First time? he asked, voice low and rough.
Yeah.
Turn around. Hands on the wall.
I did it. My palms slapped the cold tile. He yanked my jeans and boxers down to my knees in one move. Cool air hit my bare ass. His rough hand grabbed one cheek and spread me open. A thick finger dragged over my hole.
Fuck, youre tight, he muttered. He spit. Wet warmth landed right on my pucker. He rubbed it in with his thumb, pressing just enough to make me grunt. Then he dropped to his knees behind me.
His tongue hit my hole without warning. Hot, wet, insistent. He licked broad and filthy, then pointed and pushed inside. I moaned loud enough to echo. Nobody else was in the bathroom, but the risk made my cock leak onto the floor. He ate me like he was starving, spit running down my balls, tongue fucking in and out until my legs shook.
He stood up. I heard his belt, then the sound of a condom wrapper. A second later the blunt head of his cock pressed against my spit-slick hole.
Push back, he ordered.
I tried. The burn was immediate and sharp. He didnt ease off. He gripped my hips and drove forward in one steady thrust until his balls slapped my ass. I gasped, forehead against the tile. He was thick, stretching me wide open on the first stroke.
Fuck, I hissed.
Take it, he growled. He pulled back and slammed in again. The stall walls shook. Each thrust went deeper, rough and direct. Skin slapped skin. My hole clenched around him every time he bottomed out. He reached around and grabbed my cock, jerking it in time with his pounding.
First time getting fucked and youre already dripping, he said. Knew youd be a slut for it.
He changed angle and nailed my prostate. White sparks shot behind my eyes. I started pushing back to meet him, chasing the feeling. He fucked harder, grunting, using my ass like he owned it. The condom made everything slick and loud.
He pulled out suddenly. Turn around. On your knees.
I dropped. He ripped the condom off and shoved his cock into my mouth. It tasted like latex and my own ass. I gagged but took it. He held my head and fucked my throat in short, brutal strokes until spit ran down my chin. Then he pulled back, stroked twice, and shot thick ropes across my tongue and lips. I swallowed what I could, the rest dripping onto my shirt.
He didnt give me time to recover. He hauled me up, spun me again, and bent me over the toilet. This time he spit on his bare cock and pushed back inside me raw. The heat was different, skin on skin. He fucked me fast and mean, one hand on my shoulder, the other reaching under to twist my nipple.
Gonna breed this virgin hole, he said.
I came without touching my cock. It splattered the toilet seat and floor in heavy pulses while he kept pounding through it. My ass clamped down hard. He groaned, buried himself to the hilt, and unloaded deep inside me. I felt every hot spurt.
He stayed in me until he softened, then pulled out slow. Cum leaked down my thigh. He wiped his cock on my ass cheek and tucked himself away.
Clean up, he said. Come back next week if you want more.
He unlocked the stall and left. I stayed bent over the toilet, hole throbbing, cum running out of me, breathing hard. My first time. I already knew Id be back.
