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Disclaimer:
All characters in this story are 18 years old acting in their free will. The names of all characters have been altered to protect identities.
Story Background
As Mike continues to write new stories and chapters, he receives an interesting comment from one of his readers that was sent to him as a feedback email. The email leads to a conversation and ultimately to a planned meeting.
Mike drives 40 miles to meet his fan. He's agreed to leave his clothes in the car and knock on the fan's front door naked. Mike knows that he is taking a huge risk by giving in to his lurid desires.
The man, who Mike refers to as "Master" uses Mike's holes to pleasure himself anyway he wants. Then he decides drives Mike to a seedy adult bookstore and pimps Mike out to almost two dozen strange men.
Then, he tried to sell Mike as a slave to a giant truck driver for one-thousand dollars. The transaction was broken up by the sheriff. Mike has retrieved his SUV and he's driving back home. In a rush to leave, he left his clothes on the seat and is making the forty-mile trek naked.
It is after 7:00 p.m. We catch up with Mike on his drive home.
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On the Road Again
As I watched the farm fields pass through my peripheral vision, my mind replayed the sordid events of the day. Even though I had barely escaped being sold into slavery, I couldn't stop myself from reaching down and playing with my half hard cock. Somehow, I was still horny.
On my way here, I recalled that there was a rest area about 25 miles from Master's farm at the intersection of two major highways. I started to think about stopping there to check it out, even though it was only a forty-mile drive home.
"You've had enough!" the voice in my mind shouted, "Your fantasy almost got you killed."
I shook my head, trying to shake the voice out of my mind. I had been stroking my cock sporadically for about ten minutes, and the sensation was overpowering my better judgement. My mind wandered off to the giant trucker who had purchased me. I started to fantasize about being a sex slave for a giant man like that and it was turning me on. Of course, I wasn't factoring the danger of being taken by a stranger who may have homicidal intentions.
I wondered about the size of his cock. I imagined it would match the size of his enormous frame. I speculated that it would be ten inches long and very thick. I pictured myself being instructed to pleasure him any way he wanted, any time he wanted. I would be reduced to a sex toy and totally objectified.
"Why do you like being objectified?" my reasonable mind asked my perverted alter ego.
I wondered if there was something wrong with me. Just a few hours ago, I was babbling and laughing like a lunatic. I had been pushed past my limit and lost control of my rational mind. But after only ninety minutes or so, I was already thinking about putting myself in more risky situations just to get myself off.
"Just turn the cruise control on and drive home," my rational mind advised, "You can write about your fantasies and jack off at home. That's a lot safer than cruising the rest stop for more anonymous sex."
I looked down and set the cruise control to seventy-four miles per hour. I turned on some music and took my hand off my cock. I was listening to the rational voice in my head. It felt good to finally set myself straight and take the safe option.
After ten minutes, I had my hand back on my cock again and I was driving my libido up with each stroke. My mind started thinking about the rest stop again. I wondered what it would be like to get out of my car naked and walk into the small building that housed the restrooms. I imagined that there would be a half dozen trucks parked there who planned to spend the night. The truckers inside would see me walking into the restroom and maybe one or two would join me, using my willing body to pleasure themselves. I visualized being manhandled by a group of brawny truckers with big, hairy cocks.
"It's still early," my perverted mind rationalized, "I can have a little fun and still be home in time to get a good night's sleep before work tomorrow."
I looked at the map on my dash and saw the intersection ahead about fifteen miles. I decided to delay my decision until the last minute. If my libido took control, I would take the exit and enter the rest area. If not, I would simply pass it by and continue home to safety.
The Moment of Truth Arrives
Up ahead, I saw a big green road sign indicating the rest area exit was one mile ahead. I changed to the right lane, but my intention was to play it safe and pass by. At the last minute, my impulse caused me to take the exit into the rest area.
The exit into the rest area was roughly a half mile long. It went up a hill into a wooded area. At the top of the hill was a large parking area. At one end of the parking area was a brick building which held the restrooms. There was also a small structure that housed a few picnic tables and a barbecue grill. The entire rest area itself sat in grove of trees that seemed to go on for as far as the eye could see.
The sun was starting to set as I approached the large parking area. I was surprised by the number of cars and trucks that were already in the lot. I assumed there would be a handful of vehicles. But there were a half a dozen big rigs and four cars strewn about the lot. Most of the big rigs were parked near the back of the lot. I assumed it was because they planned to spend the night and wanted some peace and quiet.
The cars were parked close to the restroom building. I assumed they would be moving on quickly after they had finished their business. I pulled into a parking spot that was a couple hundred feet from the building that held the rest rooms. I wanted to survey the situation without being discovered since I wasn't wearing any clothes.
Just as I suspected, I saw groups of travelers file out of the rest room, get in their cars and drive away. I watched for a few minutes as all but one of the cars cleared out and exited back on to the highway. After a few more minutes, there was still one car left parked in front of the restroom building.
I sat in my SUV with the engine off stroking my hard cock and formulating a plan. I was wondering if the odds were better to head into the restroom and hope that someone finds me there. Or should I just park close to the big rigs and take a naked stroll by the trucks to see if I stir up any interest that way. Either way, I was going to be taking huge risk by exposing myself in public.
I was getting very turned on sitting in my SUV, stroking myself and fantasizing about offering myself up to an anonymous truck driver. Finally, the last car near the restroom building started up and pulled away. All the spots in front of the restrooms were now open. I started my SUV and slowly pulled it into the parking spot closest to the men's room door. My plan was to get out of my car naked, and walk into the restroom, hoping that I'd be seen by the truckers and maybe one of them would join me.
After further consideration, I decided to move my car further from the building so that I'd call more attention to myself by making a longer walk from my car to the building. After the experiences of the day, my risk appetite was much higher than normal. I wasn't at all worried about modesty or socially acceptable behavior. I was trolling for trucker cock, and I didn't want to leave without it. The sun was near the tops of the trees causing long shadows to darken most of the rest area. If I wanted to be seen, I would need to put my plan in action soon and make my naked trek to the restrooms. The car was in park, the engine was off; I grabbed my flip flops and put them on my feet. I took a deep breath and stepped out of my SUV, leaving the keys under the seat. My plan was underway.
I stopped to look at the big rigs showing the front side of my body to anyone who might be watching. Then I started walking to the rest room. My cock was fully erect, and it swung from side to side and bounced as I walked. I kept my eyes open for anyone who might be entering the rest area from the highway. After about 30 seconds, I had made it to the door of the men's room. I pulled the heavy metal door open and made my way inside. I went to the far stall and took a seat on the toilet there.
