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Houston-- While reading all your books I guess I've shot a gallon of cum.

Happy to hear that you enjoyed my letter about the Monroe Theater in Chicago.

I've made many trips to and from Chicago by rail and car.

On one trip by car I was going to Houston and was traveling through Arkansas. Beautiful state and hot men. I was going south on old highway 67 (before the Interstates) and just on the southern edge of Benton, Arkansas, was a truck stop cafe I'd stopped at once before. The toilet was a cocksucker's dream; you entered from the outside in back of the cafe so you could stay as long as you wanted. The first time I stopped was not very lively and I was in a hurry, so I made a mental note to stop again when I came through.

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This trip I had lots of time and had the taste of a hot trucker's load in my mouth; I'd met him in Poplar Bluff, Missouri. But that's another story.

This shit house looked like it had been added to the original Bldg. as an after thought. It was like a lean-to perched on the main Bldg. You couldn't see directly in because of a partition blocking the outsider's view. It had two thin wooden stalls with half doors that faced a couple of urinals and one sink on the other wall.

There was a glory hole between the stalls big enough to put your head through.

Just as I was approaching the cafe it began to rain and I pulled around back and parked alongside the toilet and ran inside just as the rain started coming down hard. I noticed two big rigs and a pickup parked out front and was hoping for some action.

I went in. The room was lit by one naked bulb in the middle of the ceiling. The place had the wonderful smell of old piss.

I heard a cough come from the stalls. A man stood up and I had a good look at the upper half of his body; his plaid shirt was unbuttoned. He was about 35 with brown hair and clean shaven. He just stood there. I could also see, below the door, his pants and underwear gathered at his feet.

He had a grin on his face. He nodded and I could tell by his arm movements he was playing with himself. He turned and faced the partition between the stalls and with his head motioned for me to enter the empty stall.

Rubs cock on man's face

I took the four steps in a hurry and opened the door. There it was, a full 7"-or-so hard cock and a pair of nuts sticking through the big glory hole.

I dropped my pants and underwear in one quick movement and sat down. I kissed the head of his wet dick. He moaned. I opened my mouth slightly and made him push into me. I kept my mouth tight on his dick and he started groaning. He pulled back and with one more thrust he started to unload. All he could say was oh, oh, oh. His cum was very thick and I thought I could almost chew it.

He pulled out and sat down to catch his breath. I put my face to the glory hole so I could watch him wipe his dick clean. I wish he'd let me do it.

He looked over at me and smiled. He said he had had a bad case of blue balls all day and didn't want to jack off.

He got dressed and left.

I started to read some of the graffiti when I heard someone drive up outside and then heard a door slam shut. Someone was hurrying along the gravel path and coming in to the toilet.

The guy went to the urinals and stood there. In a minute I could hear his piss hitting the bowl. It's a sound I love to hear.

I very quietly raised up a little to see who it was. It was a guy with a 4H jacket on who looked to be about 18 or 19.

He turned his head very quickly and spotted me looking at him. I sat down again and waited to see what he'd do.

He left the urinals and walked over to the stalls and looked over the door at me. I motioned for him to go into the other stall and he said he wanted to fuck my mouth and didn't want anything in his way.

I thought, what the fuck, if he gets mean I could handle him. I'm no lightweight and have been able to take care of ugly situations.

Then I pulled the door open I got a good look at his family jewels; he had unzipped his jeans and had his uncut dick and balls hanging out. He stepped inside and I leaned forward. Just the right height for a good face fucking.

He started rubbing his dick all over my face, leaving trails of stringy pre-cum all over. His dick started getting harder. He pushed his jeans and shorts down to his knees. I put my hands on the backs of his thighs, which felt like warm marble.

He bent slightly and I opened my mouth and took his foreskin with my teeth. I started to nibble on it. He put his hands on the sides of my head and stuck his fingers in my ears, poking them in and out. I let him start to slide his 6" dick into my mouth and I made the opening tight for him. I held onto the skin with my mouth and when he pushed in the skin pulled all the way back and his uncovered dick head was assaulted by my tongue. He jumped back and said he needed his cock covered because the head was too sensitive and he loses his hard on.

Gets asshole licked in car

True to his word, his dick deflated. He said it would get hard again.

He said what made him hot was something he was too embarrassed to tell me. I told him not to worry. He said that this past summer he was laying on a blanket humping it and getting close to shooting when his dog crawled over to him and began to sniff around his bare butt. He said he was so hot and so close to shooting he didn't try to stop the dog. The dog started to lick his ass crack and the guy said he almost passed out. He raised his ass so the dog could really lap him. The dog was licking his ass and he was pushing his ass into the dog's face when all of a sudden he shot all over his blanket.

He said he felt weird about the event but it soon became a routine. He would get naked and lay on the bed with his legs pulled back. The dog would crawl up and lick his ass while he pulled on his cock till he shot.

He started getting worried that this act was too strange for him.

He said his first blow job was here in this toilet and he'd been coming here to get his rocks off. This began about 6 months ago. He said the second time he was here, a guy took him to his car and had him take his pants off and gave him his first rim job. He liked it better with a guy because he liked the way his tongue goes into his ass.

I sat there listening to this wild talk, slowly stroking my dick, and almost shot. I wasted no time turning him around and bending him over at the waist. I spread his cheeks and looked at one of the prettiest pink assholes in the world. It was surrounded by a little down-like hair. I blew on it. I circled my tongue around the hole. I touched the tip of my tongue right on his hole and he said, "That's it. Do it like that."

He started to move his ass from side to side and back and forth. I slid one hand up between his legs and he was pulling on his dick like mad. I thought, hell, I'm going to get his juice right from the faucet. When he was really getting into it on his dick, my tongue was up his ass as far as it would go and he was still pushing back.

I brought my hand up to my mouth and I twisted him around as I replaced my tongue with my finger. I started to move my finger around in his ass. He moved one hand behind him and covered my hand with his and began to push my hand deeper into his ass. I whispered to him, does my finger feel good in your ass? He said it felt strange but he liked it. He was wiggling his ass and pushing it back so hard I thought he'd knock me over the toilet bowl.

'I put it into my mouth'

I grabbed his dick. I quickly pulled up the foreskin and made sure his dick head was completely covered. I sucked the whole cock into my mouth. He didn't protest and when he tried to pull his dick back he pushed his wet asshole deeper onto my finger.

"Oh shit, here it comes," he almost yelled.

He must not have come for some time because there was so much juice filling my mouth, it started leaking from the corners. His asshole was clenching tightly. I kept his dick in my mouth till it went completely soft. He just kept standing there with his limp dick hanging there and his pants still pushed down and then I realized I still had my finger in his hole. He made no move to pull away from my finger.

We were so into the moment, neither of us heard someone come into the toilet. It was the guy I sucked off who had gone to get something to eat.

"I have to go," the kid said and scrambled around getting his clothes together and took off out the door like his ass was on fire.

"Well," the trucker said, "I'd better take a piss and get my ass on the road again."

He walked over to the urinal and I followed him.

"Let me hold it for you," I said.

"Help yourself."

I took his dick in my hand and aimed his stream of piss into the urinal. When he was finished pissing I shook it for him and put it into my mouth for a good-bye lick.

Since the opening of the Interstates all the good stop-off places are gone. I'm just happy I lived in a time when such places were all over the country. I sure do miss them, but I have a lot of good jack off memories.

Author Profile:  Boyd McDonald

Born in 1925 in South Dakota, Boyd McDonald entered Harvard as a high-school dropout after serving in the army in World War II. Jobs with Time, IBM, and several Wall Street firms preceded Boyd's career as a chronicler of gay sex. He was the founder and editor of Straight to Hell (alternatively the Manhattan Review of Cocksucking), and later published a number of anthologies of true sex histories. Boyd died in September 1993, two months after completing his final book, Scum.