I Never Thought It Would Actually Happen: A Surprising Gay Sex Story by Studwriter on Xboylove.com
This story’s a little dark and twisted. If you’re looking for romance, this one’s not for you.
It had been a long time since I took this trip. My regular road trip to destination nowhere and back home without what I came for. Maybe, I should fill you in on exactly what I’m talking about. Ever since I can remember, I’ve been somewhat sexually curious.
In my short life of 19 years, I’ve been with a fair share of women. Some of them very attractive, some of them were bigger, white ones, brown ones, you name it. Don’t get me wrong, I love women. Love them. Every so often, however, I would wonder what it would be like to be with a man. I tried to satisfy with urge looking at porn, but seeing two guys together really grossed me out.
I had no attraction to even “good looking” guys. It just didn’t appeal to me. I guess what did appeal to me was the idea of taking it, of not being in control and giving in to the will of someone stronger than me. I liked thinking about someone using me, fucking me with no regard for anyone’s pleasure but their own. I’ve tried letting women dominate me, or I’d let them do a little ass play, but when it came down to it, I was just too strong to ever actually not be in control. I would jerk of thinking about, but I knew I could never actively pursue it.
I still considered myself straight. To go out and find a guy to do this to me would be like admitting I was gay. I wasn’t ready for that. I wanted someone to just do it. I didn’t want to role play. I wanted it to be real. I’d try talking to guys on the internet but I was always too timid to admit my sick fantasy, or I would chicken out when it came time to meet. After a few months of this, I had devised a way to indulge this urge without my secret ever being revealed or coming back to ruin my life as a straight man.
I decided if I just put myself in situations where it was possible, if I really stacked the odds, I could play the role of victim and never have to admit that I secretly liked it. So every so often, I would take a little road trip late, at night. I had to go pretty far away from where I lived just to keep from the odd chance that I’d run into someone I knew. I’d drive to places that would normally creep me out.
I’d head to rest area bathrooms, there were 3 shady ones on the trip, and two truck stops. The farthest stop was an old truck stop that still had the gymnasium style showers. Now these were mainly for truckers get cleaned up on long hauls, but I just told the old man behind the counter I was traveling to be with my girlfriend and didn’t want to stink when I got there.
Assuming there wasn’t a line of truckers waiting to get in, he’d oblige. Of course there never was, not at the hour I went there. Nothing could happen if there were a lot of people there. So I would make this trip, pretend to use the bathroom in each stop, and when I got to the old truck stop I would get in the shower, then if nothing happened that night, I would finish by jerking off in one of the stalls. I tried everything. I would drop my soap, “accidentally” (very purposefully) get caught sneaking peeks at truckers’ cocks and act embarrassed about it, let them outwardly leer at me and pretend not to notice or feign embarrassment when I’d catch them looking at me and even turning my back to them to let them watch me overly soap up my ass crack.
You would think, with all the terrible stuff you here about these places, and the collection of older, loser truckers that hang around, surely something would happen. I had done once or twice a month for about 6 months and the most I would get were guys eye-fucking me or the occasional lewd comment. I was too afraid of what could happen if tried to make something happen and the guy turned out to be straight. I needed them to just take me, right there. They would have to be open to the idea that maybe no doesn’t always mean no. I know it’s totally counter-intuitive, but I needed that alibi to help convince me I was straight.
I wasn’t sure if I would actually like it if it really happened, but the thought of it turned me on so much. So after months of this, I was starting to think people just weren’t deviant enough to take advantage of me. This trip had almost lost its meaning. Anymore, it was just a chance to clear my head and at least the routine had a happy ending when I would jerk off after a shower.
So, I had just got off a day of work, and I hadn’t taken my little road trip in almost a month and a half. I hit all the spots and got to the old truck stop. Nothing out of the ordinary, I got undressed and headed for the shower. When I got in, there was just one other guy there. I had seen him there a few times before. He was older, probably 40 something, fairly overweight, and much larger than me.
I did my usual routine. When I got in, I chose a shower head fairly close to him, not right next to him, but closer than normal bathroom etiquette would suggest. I got all soaped up and played sneak a peak with him. He pretended not to notice me as he soaped up his cock a little too much. He was very well endowed and was more playing with it than washing it. I admit, I think I was doing a little more than just trying to get him to catch me peaking. This time, I think I was actually checking him out, and he didn’t seem to notice. I was half hypnotized watching him rub soap all over his huge package.
When he still took no notice, I figured I might as well get out before it became way too obvious or I got wrinkles from being in the water too long. I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for the sinks. I spent several minutes at the mirror pretending to primp myself as I waited long enough for him to get out of the shower. When I got to the lockers, he was already there.
We were close, (surprise, surprise since I picked a locker close to the only other one that was locked) as I had my back to him on the other side of the aisle. He had yet to get dressed, and wasn’t near as modest as I. He didn’t bother to wrap up with his towel. He was just standing in front of his open locker rubbing lotion on his arms and body. I went about my business. When I got my locker open, he spoke to me. “This stuff’s great for the skin,” he said. When I turned around to respond he was already looking at me. He was standing there, stroking his now lotion covered cock. I didn’t know what to say, so I just stood there for a second… staring at it.
He caught me again, just like in the shower. I was hypnotized. Obviously, he got the response he was hoping for. “Want to try it?” he asked, making what I assumed was a reference to his cock, not the lotion. “Tell ya what. I gotta use the john, so I’ll give you a little privacy.” I responded. It was going to take more than that. I went to the last stall, still in just a towel and my flip flops.
He may not have done everything right, but the thought of him taking me still would give me a good jerk. Even though the locks didn’t work, there were 5 other stalls, so I figured I wouldn’t get interrupted. I was thinking of him. I had the thought of him stroking his cock burned into my memory. I closed my eyes and just gave myself a nice slow stroke. I really wanted a good build up to make my long journey at least half way worth it. I was imagining him stroking off looking at my soapy bubble butt. As I sat in that last stall stroking, I became lost in my own thoughts.