My Cream Pie
About 12 miles outside the capitol city there is a truckers lunch. There are always trucks there so the food must be good. That is the old story. I had to make a pick-up of a few antique items for some friends at a mall in the area. I had eaten there before and thought I might have a late lunch.
It was 2:15 pm when I arrived and there weren't any cars on the front lot. The back lot was hidden. It was where the truckers all parked just off a frontage road for the interstate. When I went in, it was still. There were three men at the bar having coffee and homemade pie. The young man behind the counter said that I could sit anywhere. The dining room was closed but the coffe shop was open.
He brought the menu and a glass of water. He said that he'd be back. I read thru the menu. It was the usual stuff. I opted for the "midwestern style" tenderloin, lattice fries, and a coke. He said it would only be a few minutes. Two of the men from the bar paid their checks at the register close behind me. The third had ordered a whole pie to take home. When it was delivered he left. I asked the young man for the restroom. He indicated that the men's room up front was being repaired and showed me to the "truckers area"
He followed me into the large room. It had lockers, showers, and stalls. It was deserted. He said that he would wait since the room was kept locked from the front. It was reserved for truckers.
I entered the stall, pissed out a gallon, and went to wash my hands. The mirror was missing. Suddenly, he was behind me. I felt his hardness push into my lower back and drop to my ass crack. His arms came around me and his right hand grabbed for my package. He turned me toward a mirror on the other wall. His face moved toward my neck and my open collar. His two days growth of beard rasped against my neck and cheeks. I struggled until I noticed his hands in the mirror. He had hairy hands, not black, brown--a beautiful pelt covered them. His fingers had hair up two knuckles. As I stopped struggling he turned me around. He used one hand to untie his apron pulling it off. As he did, I noticed his beautiful bright brown eyes. His eyebrows had been shaved otherwise they would have been just one.
I was finished. I dropped to my knees and opened his belt. I opened the button and zipper. By now he was telling me what to do. I wasn't listening. I wanted that cock. He had his left hand against the side of my face rolling it palm and back side across my cheek. It was driving me crazy. I freed his big cock. It must have been a good six inches. I licked it like an ice cream cone. I pulled the piss slit open and tasted a slightly tangy taste.
He pulled me off and I helped him get my pants off. As we lay on the floor mouths on hard poles, I felt a sense of desire yet peace. I wanted that cock. His hairy legs moved. He used one hand to find my hole. He played there with his hairy fingers. The thought drove me as crazy as the action. I continued to suck on his beautiful big prick. I was shooting, I moaned for pure joy. He swallowed every drop. Then he turned me around. I knew what was coming and hoped that I could take it all.
It stung at first. My poor hole was being forced open. Soon I was adjusting. Now I began to hear him. He called me his dirty little whore. He told me that he was going to give me just what I wanted. He would own my ass. I'd never want anyone else. He'd fuck me like the manpussy that he wanted for his own. I was his now.
My head was reeling. He had stuck two of those hairy fingers into my mouth. I sucked on them like a baby on a pacifier. Suddenly, I was shooting again. He was pumping the cum out of me by fucking me. I was in heaven.
When he pulled his big dick out to cum, I moved to take it. When he finally stopped shooting, he got up and pulled towels from a locker. We cleaned ourselves as best we could. After dressing, we moved back into the coffe shop. The cook wasn't happy. He'd had to cover the counter. The young man simply said, "Don't get mad, I'll fuck your ass before the night is over."
When I had eaten, he brought not the check but a whole cream pie. When you eat this, remember me was all he said. I thanked him and left, walking just a little bow legged.
By the way, the pie was delicious. When I was in the capitol city the next time, I planned for a late lunch. The cook said that he had gone back to college. He acknowledged that he missed him too. Try in the summer, he said. He'll get this job back or I'll quit.
It was 2:15 pm when I arrived and there weren't any cars on the front lot. The back lot was hidden. It was where the truckers all parked just off a frontage road for the interstate. When I went in, it was still. There were three men at the bar having coffee and homemade pie. The young man behind the counter said that I could sit anywhere. The dining room was closed but the coffe shop was open.
He brought the menu and a glass of water. He said that he'd be back. I read thru the menu. It was the usual stuff. I opted for the "midwestern style" tenderloin, lattice fries, and a coke. He said it would only be a few minutes. Two of the men from the bar paid their checks at the register close behind me. The third had ordered a whole pie to take home. When it was delivered he left. I asked the young man for the restroom. He indicated that the men's room up front was being repaired and showed me to the "truckers area"
He followed me into the large room. It had lockers, showers, and stalls. It was deserted. He said that he would wait since the room was kept locked from the front. It was reserved for truckers.
I entered the stall, pissed out a gallon, and went to wash my hands. The mirror was missing. Suddenly, he was behind me. I felt his hardness push into my lower back and drop to my ass crack. His arms came around me and his right hand grabbed for my package. He turned me toward a mirror on the other wall. His face moved toward my neck and my open collar. His two days growth of beard rasped against my neck and cheeks. I struggled until I noticed his hands in the mirror. He had hairy hands, not black, brown--a beautiful pelt covered them. His fingers had hair up two knuckles. As I stopped struggling he turned me around. He used one hand to untie his apron pulling it off. As he did, I noticed his beautiful bright brown eyes. His eyebrows had been shaved otherwise they would have been just one.
I was finished. I dropped to my knees and opened his belt. I opened the button and zipper. By now he was telling me what to do. I wasn't listening. I wanted that cock. He had his left hand against the side of my face rolling it palm and back side across my cheek. It was driving me crazy. I freed his big cock. It must have been a good six inches. I licked it like an ice cream cone. I pulled the piss slit open and tasted a slightly tangy taste.
He pulled me off and I helped him get my pants off. As we lay on the floor mouths on hard poles, I felt a sense of desire yet peace. I wanted that cock. His hairy legs moved. He used one hand to find my hole. He played there with his hairy fingers. The thought drove me as crazy as the action. I continued to suck on his beautiful big prick. I was shooting, I moaned for pure joy. He swallowed every drop. Then he turned me around. I knew what was coming and hoped that I could take it all.
It stung at first. My poor hole was being forced open. Soon I was adjusting. Now I began to hear him. He called me his dirty little whore. He told me that he was going to give me just what I wanted. He would own my ass. I'd never want anyone else. He'd fuck me like the manpussy that he wanted for his own. I was his now.
My head was reeling. He had stuck two of those hairy fingers into my mouth. I sucked on them like a baby on a pacifier. Suddenly, I was shooting again. He was pumping the cum out of me by fucking me. I was in heaven.
When he pulled his big dick out to cum, I moved to take it. When he finally stopped shooting, he got up and pulled towels from a locker. We cleaned ourselves as best we could. After dressing, we moved back into the coffe shop. The cook wasn't happy. He'd had to cover the counter. The young man simply said, "Don't get mad, I'll fuck your ass before the night is over."
When I had eaten, he brought not the check but a whole cream pie. When you eat this, remember me was all he said. I thanked him and left, walking just a little bow legged.
By the way, the pie was delicious. When I was in the capitol city the next time, I planned for a late lunch. The cook said that he had gone back to college. He acknowledged that he missed him too. Try in the summer, he said. He'll get this job back or I'll quit.
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