P-234 Trucker’s Delight
Trucker’s Delight
Parisian Press
P-234
Jim Colby
$2.25
Excerpt
He hesitated—then stepped into the stall. From previous experiences he knew there were large glory holes on either side. He took his dick out and stood there in the dark—slowly stroking it. It was throbbing now—and hard as a rock.
He strained his eyes now, looking at each hole for some indication. He heard a scratching sound to his left and saw a finger extending from the stall next to his. Turning his body he moved closer—the head of his dick resting at the edge of the glory hole in the partition. The finger slowly became a hand and clasped his prick—pulling it into the hole. Fred leaned forward, his body pressing against the partition, his arms extended to each side, his fingers spread wide and shoving hard against the walls. He felt the mouth encircle the head of his dick and go slowly down on the staff. Then the in and out motion—the tongue tickling the head when he had to come up for air—the momentum building. “Eat that prick, you bastard,” he said silently to himself. “Eat that son-of-a-bitch!” And he popped his load—clenching his fists and closing his eyes tight—he came from the toes! He came all the way. He thought his skull was being lifted from his head. He stood there, his entire body shaking, while the guy in the next stall sucked out the last drop of cum he had in his body.
Pulling his limp peter back through the hole he put it inside his pants and zipped his fly. He shook his head like a wounded animal to clear it. When he waited too long to have an orgasm it invariably left him in this condition. His body was drained of strength—the exertion of cumming so hard after so long sapping him of his energy. It had been a week—and that was too damned long.
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