Badboy Cowboy Campfire Tale: Candy For Breakfast
I have quite a few favorite hobbies or habits, depending on who you ask. Next to sex, traveling is my favorite hobby. I live for vacations, holidays, weekends, and any other opportunity to get away. There's just so much to see and experience, that I can't resist the temptation to pick up and go.
Quite by accident, I ended up taking a trip to Virginia four years ago. My boss' niece needed help moving, and since I was the most trusted employee Mike Kelly had, he elected me to take paid time off to escort Ashley to her college dorm. On the way, Ashley decided she needed to learn a few tricks in preparation for her new life with college boys. Specifically, giving blow jobs.
"I just don't want to be a total slut, and I know guys will take a BJ in lieu of sex anytime, right Priest?"
"Well, if we can't get between your legs, then getting between your lips is the next best thing." I laughed, trying to make light of the situation and distract myself from the fact that I was getting turned on.
"Do you like blowjobs, Priest?"
"Well, yeah. I'm a guy, aren't I?"
"So, what would you think if I said I'd like to give you one, right now."
"Uh, well, you know, you are my boss' niece, and that could cost me a bit more than I want to pay."
"Oh, I won't tell. Please, I really want to know if I'm any good. I mean, good for a real man, not those high school jerks. Hell, a gust of wind can make them cum!"
"Damn, girl, you've got a mouth on you."
"That's what I'm trying to show you," Ashley replied coyly as she slid across the bench seat of the moving van and sat right next to me.
I looked over at her and smiled. Ashley was a beautiful girl, and I don't know many men in this position who could resist being propositioned by a young college bound girl.
Ashley put her hand on my leg, slowly following its length until reaching my bulge. She leaned over and kissed my neck, licking the salt off my skin as she rubbed the front of my pants.
I tried to concentrated on the road as she unbuttoned my jeans and opened my fly. Leaning down, her lips kissed my cock, still covered in cotton and rising.
Taking a deep breath, I relaxed and enjoyed the ride as Ashley sucked at my dick through the fabric. She paid special attention to my cock head, licking and massaging it with her tongue.
I could feel the first drops of pre-cum pour out of my hole. Ashely quickly sucked it through the fabric. My dick saluted, testing the strength of my briefs, and Ashely knew it was time to set me free.
Jerking down the waistband, my dick sprang out at her at a forty-five degree angle. Engorged and scarlet red, Ashely told me how beautiful I was right before I felt her take my meat in her hand and put it in her hot mouth.
Slowly she sucked, rolling her tongue round and round the fat head. She bobbed up and own, and then ran her lips up and down my shaft. Her hand reached under and played with my balls while her mouth worked me over.
"Suck me, Ashley. Suck my cock raw," I growled as I raced down the highway. "Yeah, that's it. Oh, yeah."
Ashley licked and sucked me until I just had to pull over at the next rest stop. When I stopped the car, I grabbed her by the hair and shoved my cock deep in her throat. She gagged but kept on sucking. I moved her head up and down, faster and faster.
She clamped her lips tightly around my throbbing cock and exhibited fantastic control as I pounded her face between my legs over and over until I finally blew my load. I held her tightly pressed against me as I thrust my hips up into her face without mercy.
When I finished, I let her go, and she pulled her head up. I handed her a handkerchief so she could wipe her red wet face off. Her lips were also swollen and red. One look at her and anybody would have known she'd just given the blowjob of her life.
"Why don't we both go in and wash up?"
"Not before you tell me how I was."
"Darlin, couldn't you tell? Sweetheart, you are a blowjob queen. Any man would be lucky to get sucked off by you."
Ashley smiled devilishly. "Okay." Then she got out of the van and headed to the women's room. I followed after her, going to the men's room and washing my dick clean off.
Afterwards, I met Ashley back at the van, and we continued on our way. I got her to her campus, helped her unpacked, and then headed back to Texas.
We stayed in touch and now Ashley had invited me to her graduation. It was the perfect excuse to take a road trip to the Blue Ridge Mountains again. I drove all day until I got to Atlanta. I always stay over in Atlanta. Hot and spicy food. Hot and spicy women.
After I left Atlanta, I headed towards Ohio. This was a real detour from going to Virginia, but I had the time, and I didn't want to miss the opportunity visit as much as I could in one trip.
A friend of mine that I had grown up with had moved to Ohio six years ago with his wife. Richard Cox. Dick Cox. Yeah, we made his life hell over that one. Kept telling him he ought to be a gay porn star. And in case you're wondering (which I know you are), yes, he had a big cock. I carry a good-sized package, but Richard packed double meat. Near eleven inches and a good beer can around, so I'm told.
His first girlfriend broke up with him out of fear. His second girlfriend was, well let me put it nicely, a very "friendly" girl," and even she could only ride that beast for a limited time only. Richard about died when she broke up with him. Figured he'd never have sex again. Never heard a man so pissed 'cause his cock was too big.
But then he met Roseanne. Took a while, but from what I understand, trying to find all the ways to make it fit turned out to be most of the fun. Hell, before long he could even fuck her ass with that thing. So, of course, he married her!
Currently, Dick had his own auto repair shop. Roseanne put him through school so he could get certified. Her daddy helped him get started with a loan for equipment and such, and well, they were doing really well. They had three kids and were happy. I was happy for him. He was a great guy and deserved to be happy. I kinda envied him.
I fell in love, I mean madly in love, twice. I've been faithful and completely true to a woman long term, once. Bitch cheated on me. I'm still bitter, sorry. I mean, gimme a break, the dude swept the floors at the bar, and that, my friends, really sucks. Especially when she married the guy. I'd been asking her to marry me for months, and she kept saying she wasn't ready to settle down. But in six weeks of knowing the bar sweeper, she was ready.
Anyway, I haven't found a reason to give my heart or my loyalty again. No one worth taking that risk for. Sounds arrogant as hell, I'm sure, but you know, at least, I'm truthful. I haven't made more than a weekend commitment to anyone since, and I've had a few see that as a challenge. That didn't last long,either.
Anyway, getting back to the task at hand, I decided to visit ol' Dick in Ohio. So, I drove up I-75. I stopped for breakfast at a Tennessee truck stop with the tastiest steak, prettiest waitresses and strongest coffee I'd ever had the pleasure to partake of. Girls still young enough for their breasts to slightly reach for the sky and old enough, well, old enough. Real friendly and flirty, well deserving of a nice sized . . . tip.
Candy was just that. Sweet and made your mouth water before you even had a taste. We flirted shamelessly, from how hot I liked my coffee to the size of meat I ordered for my steak and eggs. When it came time for the bill, she wrote "my shift is over" on the bottom of the check and then sealed it with a kiss of her lipstick.
After I reading what she wrote on the check, I looked up at her staring at me from across the room. I smiled and must have looked like I did in elementary school when I was up to no-good. She smiled back even bigger, her perfectly formed white teeth blindingly acknowledging the thoughts in my head.
