Thomas Mercier - GAY Stories Collection

I walked into the truck stop diner and was surprised to lay my eyes on an old truckin' buddy, Hank. I hadn't seen him for a couple of years. We both haul loads Coast to Coast, but rarely cross paths.

"So, how you doin' good buddy?" he asked.

"Not bad. Though I sure am looking forward to a night on a real bed. I haven't been getting much shuteye. I'm a big guy and it gets pretty cramped back in that cab."

"Yeah, I remember how 'big' you are all right," Hank said with a lewd smirk, winking at me.

I smiled, thinking back to that night some years back when Hank and I had doubled up on a sailor we picked up at the Navy yard in Long Beach, taking turns fucking the shit out of his tight, young ass.

"You're pretty 'big' yourself, if my memory serves me right," I said, recalling the sight of Hank's hard shaft busting that sailor's asshole wide open.

"So you still remember that time?" Hank said.

"How could I forget. It was a helluva scene."

"What would you say to a repeat of that scene? Only this time even wilder?"

"Sounds pretty interesting. Just what do you have in mind, Hank?"

"I know a k** in this town. Tom's his name. He's nineteen years old. A really cute young k** who just happens to love taking it up the butt any tim of day or night. And the bigger the better. Every time I pass through here I have him come over to the motel. And fuck the shit out of his tight your ass.

I felt a surge of excitement run through me as Hank told me this. It had been a while since I had a nice, young piece of ass.

"Man, I am telling you, Bill. This k**'s got a real tight one and he loves getting it stuffed. He literally begs for it, and he can take it up there again and again and again. I've had some butt-fucking marathons with him you wouldn't believe."

"He's nineteen?" I asked, curious now.

"So, you're interested?" Hank said, smiling knowingly.

"Maybe. Tell me more."

"The k**'s a real piece. Looks like one of those statues you see in a museum. Smooth and chiseled. A perfect bod. And he'll do whatever you want. He just loves having a stud put him though the paces."

Hank took a sip of his coffee and leaned toward me.

"Listen, Bill. He's coming over to my motel room in a couple of hours. Why don't you come by too. We'll have another really sizzling three-way scene like that time in Long Beach, what do you say? And he'll love having two guys there to bust his butt, rather than just one. I'm telling you, the k**'s a freak. He's a slave to a big dick."

I thought about it for a moment, and smiled.

"I think I'll be coming by, Hank." I said.

"Good. We'll do him all night long. And into the morning. Believe me, he can take it too."

Excited now, I took a shower and headed over to Hank's room. It turns out we were staying in the same motel, adjacent to the truck stop. A little later, there was a knock at the door. It was Tom. He was everything Hank said he was. A real piece.

"Hank told me he had a 'big' surprise for me," the k** remarked, looking me over.

"And here he is," Hank said, waving towards me as though I were some prize stud bull. "So now why don't you get those clothes off. I know my buddy here is eager to lay his eyes on the butt he's gonna fuck tonight."

He stripped down to his jockey briefs. Like Hank said, the k** looked like a Roman statue. He had a smooth, perfect body. Then he turned around and slowly and seductively pulled his briefs down over his trim, tanned buns. He knew that, to us, his rear-quarters were the main attraction, and made sure to display them fir maximum effect. And when he turned around I saw he had a pretty good-sized cock on him too.

"Your turn," Tom said, as Hank and I tore off our clothes.

"Shit!" Tim gasped as I pulled off my briefs. "Hank wasn't k**ding. You really are enormous. Jesus! I don't know if I'm gonna be able to take you. You look dangerous!"

Hank laughed. He was loving Tom's reaction.

"Oh, I think you will," Hank said. "I think you'll manage."

"I'll try. But you guys are going to have to make sure I'm well-greased. I want to enjoy those big dicks of yours."

"What'd I tell you, Bob?" Hank said, downing the last sip of his beer. "The k**'s a regular slut. Right?"

"Oh Hank! Is that any way to talk about me? Just because I like taking a big dick up my butt. Does that make me a slut?"

"You're a slut!" Hank teased.

"Yeah!" Tom cooed provocatively. "And I'm proud of it too!"

"And you love showing it off. So why don't you bend over and spread 'em. Let Bill see what you've got hidden down there between those cheeks of yours."

He reached back to spread open his trim, muscular buns, revealing his crack, and the puckered asshole in its center.

"Nice, huh?" Hank said. "But that's the main course. We'll save it for a little later. First, Bill, I want you to check out what a horny little cocksucker the k** is."

"Uh huh! I'm dying to taste your pal's big dick," Tom said, sinking to his knees in front of me.

My cock was rock hard and fully erect at this point and Tom, his face just inches from it, couldn't stop staring.

"The way Hank was talking about your dick, I thought he mighta been exaggerating. But he sure as shit wasn't!"

Then he looked over at hank with a teasing smile.

"Shit, Hank, after doing your buddy, I'm not sure I'm gonna be interested in you anymore," he teased.

I was really becoming aroused now, turned on by the way this k** was getting into my dick. And Hank was loving it too, his fist wrapped around his own hard shaft, as he watched his boy toy worship my cock.Tom now took hold of my cock and stroked it expertly as he licked my balls. Then he slid his tongue along the underside of my shaft, very slowly, until he finally got to the tip. Now he engulfed my knob with his mouth and really began to suck my dick, while never letting up on the skillful massaging of my shaft.

I felt great. This scene was arousing the hell out of me. And Tim was giving me some of the best head I ever had.

"k** sure knows how to suck a cock, huh?" Hank exclaimed.

"I'll say."

"Thanks guys. I sure appreciate the compliment. And here's something else I know how to do real, real good."

He pulled me over to the edge of the couch, and then pushed back my thighs so he had my ass in reach. Then he spread open my buns, and dug his tongue into my crack, rimming me.

"And he loves chewing on an asshole almost as much as he likes a dick up his own," Hank said, beating his shaft as he watched the k** eat out my ass.

He gave me a fantastic rim job before returning to my cock. As he sucked me, Hank walked over to the dresser and picked up a big jar of vaseline.

"Time to grease up that ass of yours," Hank said.

Tom lifted up his butt as Hank got behind him. Hank opened the jar, dug in, and slapped a big dab of vaseline into the k**'s crack. He really packed it in there, adding another dab and lubing him up thoroughly, reaming him with his fingers as he got him ready for my big, aching dick. Then, wiping off his fingers, he gave the k**'s buns a playful spanking.

"Go on, Bill. This butt's for you. Give him all you've got!"

The blow-job he had been giving me made me really hot, and by now I was itching to slide it up his ass. So I pulled his hungry, greedy mouth away from my cock and got behind him.

Hank held the k**'s buns wide open, as I peered into the well-lubed crack and gazed at his heavily greased sphincter.

"Bury that big dick of your's all the way up his ass," Hank urged, hot lust in his eyes.

Man, I was aroused as hell now as I worked my knob into his crack and up against his slippery sphincter. Then slid it right in.

"Ahhhhhh!" he gasped, as my knob f***ed its way into his anal passage. "That feels so damned good! I want it all the way inside! Stuff it up my hot fuckin' ass!"