A Wild Ride
A dedicated glory hole attendant gets a little something "extra".
It's just another one of those nights. A lone abandoned husk of what was once a rather busy way station and rest stop back in the 60's. Now it sits watching over the vast interstate highway. The building's windows are boarded up with plywood having lost its pane glass windows in some long forgotten era. Above its hole filled tile roof, thundering rain clouds blot out every star in the sky, caressing the earth in an inky embrace. Save for the staggered blots of street lights casting soft blurry silhouettes cutting into the pounding rain, there is no sanctuary for common vision. Although abandoned, this decrepit facility is far from unused.
To the locals along the somewhat near interstate exit see the rest stop as a failure in government infrastructure. The lack of funds for highway upkeep sees to yet another closing and lay off of workers. To C.V. radio travelers with an ear to the ground for places of rest and relaxation, this was a paradise hidden along the I70. Among trucking employees, nomads, and hitch hikers a special few are on lookout for such little oases like this. Most would probably drive on by without any sort of inkling that this particular way station was in any sort of use, let alone safe to enter. Even if a wandering eye happen to stop and try a door, they would find it locked and the large "CONDEMED" sign staring them in the face posted to each of the sad empty building.
But like all good things, there's a trick to those that know. A hidden key nearby unlocks a back door. Screw in a blue light bulb into one of the front light housings. Let the constant interstate's power grid display the station is once again open for business. Sneak inside and get yourself ready for a very long and busy night. The lights in the bathroom flicker and sputter, barely able to hold a charge and are desperate for a change. The soft blue tile floor is faded from decades of stomping scuffing boots and bleaching harsh sun. The grout is caked in a black film that sticks to every footfall. Dried piss soaks into the walls, curling the paint behind the urinals and fills the whole place with a heady musky scent. The champ takes a deep breath, filling his nostrils with the all too familiar scent of inaccurate males as he calmly makes his way over to the single bathroom stall that sits against one wall.
The porcelain fixture has long been removed and liquidated for assets leaving a wide open and empty box of a room. He clicks the door behind him and uses a pad lock to secure it. He's dealt with rowdy males before and had recently spot welded a better locking mechanism to avoid future incidents. It's taken a couple of months, but fashioning this "dump" into a palace has been more than worth it. He's padded the spot on the ground where he kneels before one of the steel walls. His shaking hands run up against the cold wall, searching for the handle to the plug cut into it. The single limited lighting flicks off for a few moments just as he grips the ring and slides it open.
As the light comes back on, there's a clash of thunder dulled by the thick cinderblock and painted walls. He pants as he starts thinking of the job he loves oh so much. Looking out through the hole he had found on the stall he easily spies the long forgotten urinals bolted in place with bolts, long rusted from years of uric acid splash. He pushes his fingers at the lip of the hole, running it along the soft velvet and padding he had just put in the previous week, making a nice smooth, soft, and plushy seal. This will be the first night it gets proper use... if anyone comes this night at all.
A few hours pass with no real event. The storm continues to throw its temper tantrum on and on as he sits knelt in position, waiting for such elusive prey. His ears perk up as he barely hears the feint slam of a heavy door just inside his range of hearing beyond the rain and the sound blocking cement walls. He gulps feeling a lump in his throat from anticipation. His knees ache softly below him from sitting for so long. He watches through the portal before him and is only able to see the gleaming white poking from the stains of unattended usage off of the urinals, facing somewhat away from the door. His being yearns to find out what or who the source of the startling noises was coming from.
He nearly jumps when the door swings open with a heavy slam. He can hear the creaking of leather as heavy booted footfalls clomp soggily onto the crisp tile floors. With shallow breaths he waits in still hesitation, almost wishing his hiding place wouldn't be found as of yet. Those foot falls wander in the small rest stop. They move and shuffle about as if scouting unknown territory for the first time. The patron spits on the floor not far from the stall. The loud heavy boots finish their inspection of the small space only to end up at the urinal in plain view. A gruff thick finger covered in engine grease pose through the hole in a sudden tenacity that it startles the younger man. He lets out a surprised "eep" as he's suddenly poked in the near darkness.
The finger's existence protests his personal space in such an offensive way that he has no other choice than to let them rub against the soft skin of his cheek. He blushes a bit as they rub against his freshly shaved face. After a few moments they start to push against his lips without ceremony. He obliges parting his lips and letting the heavy digits slip into the silky confines of his maw. He moans feeling the patron push those filthy tasting fingers more firmly against his tongue sampling the wares before deciding to buy. He nurses against the wandering fingers, sucking deeply and licking up against the pads of the fingers. Not long after he hears an "Oh damn..." from a harsh voice behind that metal wall when the fingers recede from the hole from whence they came.
He nearly whimpers in protest as he's deprived of the function for which he was genetically dispositioned. He shuffles on his aching knees and leans forward, running his tongue lewdly around the soft velvet washer around the hole letting the only other in the restroom sees his eagerness. He doesn't have to wait long to be sated. A wrinkled Abraham Lincoln is stuffed through that hole followed behind a Red Bull of thick warm flesh. The papery bill slips into his hand and the maleness finds its way nestled between his lips. He grunts around it, running his tongue up against that cut skin and exposed glands. The heavy musk from the male's crotch speaks of a day or so without wash and being on the wide open road for long periods of time. He's taken larger than this bear for sure, but the size and weight is just about right for a good night's work. He pulls his maw down over that male hood letting his lips kiss up against the velvet ring of the glory hole. The large male's hips thrust gently as he rocks his pulsing shaft against that wanting hole. Slobber runs down his chin as he groans around the pole, eager to please as he sucks and swallows the thick globs of pre that push from the wet slit.
Much to his disappointment, those soft gentle thrusts become more wild and uncontrolled. He feels the veins in his mouth pulse to the tentative attentions of his curious tongue. He shifts and starts to pull back, letting the cock flop from his mouth and his slender hand grip the thick base. He feels the male tense as thick musky globs of cum spurt and spatter against his blushing face. The male pants and has to hold against the metal wall for support as he rides out his sudden orgasm in exertion. "Damn, son... best B.J. I've had in a long time... here's a tip." The mail pants out fishing a hundred dollars out and drops it back the hole. He wipes his dick off on the velvet and steps back lighting a cigarette. After a few puffs he becomes satisfied with the small glowing cherry and starts to make his way outside.
Waiting again. It always takes far too long. He starts to get impatient as he feels the cum on his face and in his hair start to dry, leaving sticky lines across his face. He idly fingers the hundred dollar bill now folded up and placed into the pocket of his shorts. It's quiet. Rain continues to beat the snot out of the roof as it pours from the near complete darkness. The single overhead light flickers out again. A few moments of stillness is broken by another slam of a car door. Like usual, the rain drowns out any other sounds as whomever it might be makes their way to that heavy bathroom door.
The door slams open with a bright explosion of lighting. His hair stands on end as he jumps being startled from the onslaught of noises. The beam of energy must have hit fairly close as the singular light pops, spraying a short fountain of sparks down on the dirty tile floor. Silence again as the strange stays at the open door, just letting the rain pour outside. He can hear the stranger's heavy breathing. It is slow and shallow and very husky sounding. Almost like breathing from a long thick straw. A heavy footfall breaks the eerie stillness. It's strange, sounding of rubber but harder than normal for an average boot. He shifts in unease through the pitch blackness of the bathroom stall, unable to even see through the small hole.
Another flash of lightning bares reflections off of the stranger showing smooth curvy muscles of anything from an arm, a hip, or a stomach. It's so brief and so sudden he can't make out any real features of this new stranger. Like usual, the heavy footfalls end in front of where that hole is located. He hears a frustrated whine as hands rub against the metal stall door. They rub out along the smooth service in search of treasure. He feels the fingers find the hole as they push through and poke him in the nose. They feel weird to his face; this new guy needs to shave his hands!
Suddenly those thick digits pull up and hook about his nostrils and pull. He yelps in surprise as his face is mashed up against the used glory hole. A flat uncut cockhead is jammed up into his surprised maw. Hips jerk in unending need as they push with all their might to bottom out in his throat. His eyes go wide as the tip is so wide and blunt and the cock is incredibly long. His jaws are forced up and open around the incredibly thick cock. He tries to pull back, but the stranger has him by the nose. He legs kick out in panic as he finds he simply can't breathe around a throat full of cock.
Tears well up in his eyes from the struggle as he can almost hear the stranger let out a strange loose lipped 'wuffling' noise. His hand comes up to push back against the wall when he feels the last inch of that airport landing strip length of cock bottom out and his nose press into the heavy musky pubic hair. His nose burns from the musky unwashed filth of this male, able to smell his last 'lay' long since dried and left on that lap. He gags hard on the strangers cock and feels the cock flex inside him, no doubt already poking its blunt tip into his stomach. After a few heavy thrusts from the stranger's hips the grip on his nose is let go and he's able to pull back. He winces feeling some sort of pressure from the end of that meat pole press out against his neck as he tries to dislodge it from him. He gags again electing loud whinny from the stranger.
The cock sucker is left confused, unable to think straight from the pure lack of oxygen making its way to his brain. The thick stick inside him flexes and pulses as a liquid batter is pumped directly into him. He swallows reflexively as his body does its job not to drown. The stranger pulls back fully spurting his last few jets over his face before sliding free of the glory hole all together. The stranger pants and nickers clopping free from the restroom, slamming the door open the back shut behind him leaving him sitting there, knelt, coughing and struggling to catch his breath.
He sits quietly for a few min, trying to make sense of his recent encounter. The black room still once again to the dead night. He fumbles in his pockets for a while looking for the key to the padlock, now glad that the padlock was in place so couldn't be attacked or assaulted by such a rough customer. His hand runs unconsciously across his face and he grimaces a little coming in contact with the cooling lines of spoo. Finding his key he unlocks the stall and steps out fumbling his way to the door.
A burning heat sparks fire in his chest as he pants. Feeling down at his crotch he finds himself turned on by being raped in the face. He whines a little sitting down with his back to the door holding it closed for now. He can't help but pull his pants down, sitting on the foul tile floor and starts to fondle himself. His instinct starts to take over as he paws over his hard throbbing erection, lamenting on how his own endowment compares as nothing to that rough male. He grunts bucking up into his warm hand so aroused and excited from the nights encounter. It doesn't take him long spurt his own juices into the darkness to pitter patter against the cold tile floor.
A few weeks have passed since that last night the little cock sucker had set up shop. Overall, things were good. He was still nervous about using the rest stop to give random "customers" blow jobs again and hasn't really felt like doing so. In fact, mostly he's just been exhausted and fighting a cold. This last week he's been in and out of fevers and being hopped up on Nyquil and other anti-cold medicines. It's been pretty bad lately. The previous day he had terrible shaking as if the temperature had dropped to negative 20. His teeth had been chattering as he clutched his arms for hours. Even still, he dared not go to any sort of medical practitioner in fear of having to explain his nightly adventures.
He scratches his arm where a rash had started to form in a sudden flash of nervousness. Wearing a hat over his head with the baseball cap's brim down low he wanders into a mall. Night time has once again encapsulated the earth as he searches for a good friend of his to counsel him about his sudden onset condition. He's not entirely sure if it's something he may have picked up more maybe just a really bad flu. He scurries through the large crowd of people and finds the clothing store his friend had texted him when asked of his location.
Not the trendiest of places and way in the back of the mall, the store was pretty much deserted as the time rolled around to be near closing. He finds his way to the fitting rooms where his friend had no doubt ushered a mountain of new jeans to try on before making his purchase. He knocks on the flimsy fitting room door and his buddy calls out with a "Just a moment..." Taking a seat he starts to rock himself slightly, rubbing that rash as the feeling of unease creeps across him heavier than ever. He stands up, unable to contain his nervous energies as he makes his way to the walkway.
He wipes his muzzle finding himself to be drooling for some reason. Sniffling his stuffed noes, something compels him to look up towards the mall's centralized skylights. He blinks, rubbing his eyes as the view of the large round former planetary mass off the moon comes into view. He can't help but marvel at how round and full it is. As soon as the thoughts enter his mind, his stomach feels like it gets kicked to the back of his throat. He recoils stumbling back into the empty store. His hands grip his sides as he starts to seize and convulse. He calls out to his friend but his voice is small and hoarse. A loud crack comes from his legs. He reaches for them as pain explodes through his knees as they split in two and rotate around all on their own. His legs turn like taffy, being pulled this way and that till his joints become all backwards, slender, and long. His shoes split as his feet grow. His toes solidify together forming milky white hooves.
He whimpers and whines the pain of his joints hitting his back and his arms thickening the bones making him heavy. His stomach distends a little into a protruding gut. He feels something tug on his neck as almost strangling him as his neck grows in length. With a loud scream he feels his face cave like it's been hit with a baseball bat before it explodes outwards into a very long muzzle featuring huge nostrils and rubbery drooling dopey lips. His nose flairs up with each of his breaths as he pants from the sudden feeling of exertion. Millions of needles prick his skin as silky short brown fur erupts across his body starting with the long white fetlocks around his new hooves to his long broad snout, splotching patches of white here and there in a near random pattern and finally ending in a large golden mane spilling the overflow out through a long blond tail.
He wobbles as he tries to stand back up. His hands shakily rub against his longer face, feeling over those lips of his. A sharp knife like pain to his crotch has him doubling over. He yelps out, clawing at his shorts before they rip and tear off of him. The buildup of pressure floods down through the now open gates as his cock drops down and lengthens. His heavy horse cock becomes ebony black with a white painted splat across a new medial ring. The tip of his member flattens out to a dull flair and his balls filling more and sagging a great deal. He blinks a little watching his male hood increase considerably in size. He suddenly realizes that he's "seen" this shape of cock before. Rather felt it in his mouth as it hammered down the length of his throat.
Just as that notion dawns on him, his member jerks up, and hardens the instant it reaches the 2 foot mark. His eyes squint as if trying to shake a fog forming over his large round eyes. He stands now erect giving out an incredibly loud whicker as lust and primal mating urge pound through his senses taking over every fiber of his being. His hooves scratch at the carpet in the clothing store as his muzzle sniffs out finding things to feed on in every direction. One lovely scent coming from somewhere very close to him.
He stomps into the small hallway, his new broader shoulders nearly being squeezed by the claustrophobic walls. His heavy hand knocks again at his friend's stall. "Geeze! Settle down, homie. I told you 'Just a moment'" comes from the eager mare within. He kicks the flimsy door down, splintering it at the lock. He takes in a deep breath and all he can smell is mare in insatiable heat. Looking down at the little filly within the clothing store he mrrrs out, giving a loud whinny at such luck. His heavy cock dangles before his friend who can't even recognize him. All his friend sees is a massive two legged horse with a huge horsie erection and the smell of a male stallion in his prime and a fresh barn. The friend cowers into a corner in the shallow dressing room, screaming out as the large horse-man grips his hair and drags his head down to his member.
Oh how he loves it when little mares play hard to get. He holds that struggling bitch in his fingers rubbing his erection all over that cute face. He pulls her up by her mane and helps her tear the rest of her clothing off with his strong hands. He idolizes her supple curves on that nice horse body and runs his hands down her hips, dipping a finger under her tail. His nostrils flair again when he feels her button squeeze down against his prodding fingers trying so cutely to deny him access to her. He forcefully pushes up into the lovely girl letting him feel the width of his finger as it wiggles within her.
The friend yelps a bit as his hair is tugged making him stand as the massive beast rips the cloths from his flesh. He shivers there naked and scared as that large hand grips his large rump. He bites his lips feeling the horse's thick fingers rub into his most private of places. He stammers things like "I-I'm not gay...please..." only to holler out as that heavy finger finds its way home deep inside him. His body squeezes hard against it as the beast ignores his please. Nothing but happy whinnies and pants come from it as that thick horse cock keeps poking his stomach and sides. The beast's pre comes drooling from the tip onto his skin and dripping onto the carpet in thick globs.
He's not satisfied with just fingering his lovely little mare. The horse pulls his paw finger free from those warm cheeks and flips the struggling little filly about. He strokes his own member a few times making it all nice and slick with his own pre. He spits a bit on it just for good measure before lining up that fat blunt head with his lover's wanting hole. It winks a few times, kissing his tip begging him to come inside. He obliges, pushing his hips with a slow and steady force. It takes a while, but with a triumphant wuffle that soft blunt head pushes into that velvety warm home he so desperately longed for.
The friend whines and whimpers in shock and terror as the randy beast flips him around and prods at his hole. He screams as that enormous cock tip robs him of his virgin flower followed by that heavy cock length. It starts to push in, slow at first, but soon becomes more desperate painful thrusts into his guts. He can see the horse cock's outline in his stomach as it pulls back and sinks back into him. His body is wracked with a mix of pain from penetration and the extreme stretching to pleasure as that large cock smashes his prostate. Suddenly the medial ring pops into him electing a small squeal as it rolls right over his prostate sending an unexpected wave of pleasure into him.
"Oh this mare is so tight!" the new horse thinks, unable to believe his luck. His hooves stamp as he presses her against the bench for better grip. He rears his hips and slams them down hard. Come hell or high water he will bottom out in this tight little filly. His cock pulses and he bites his lip starting to get so close to sweet release. His hooves stamp at the ground as his thrusting starts to become wild. Taking a hold of himself he pulls out one last time all the way to the tip. His fingers run down that back to poke gently at that over stretched almost prolapsed hole. He chuckles pulling out the final bit, just to see the open tail hole.
His friend grunts heavily as he feels that thick pony shaft start to slide out of his hole. His ruined insides thanking him for the rest as he groans out lacking the strength to do much than lay there and let the beast do what it likes to him. His own member poking out rock hard against the bench and leaking pre. His hole is wide open to the cold air only to yelp when he feels that messy cock push out against his face.
That burning need within him changes. Plowing that filly is fine, but he has to cum in her mouth. That warm tongue and wanting muzzle calls out to him with every grunt and whimper. He pushes that thick tip up against those lips. His fingers pry it open as he pushes the used flesh into that mouth. He starts humping furiously using that head as a cock rag pounding it down against his crotch. With a loud whinny, his cock flairs up in the mare's muzzle and spray her throat down with hot horsey seed. Holding her down a few moments to give her every last drop before he then pulls his wide proofed out mushroom cock from her deep throat.
The friend coughs and sputters, the foul taste of his own insides mixed with the farmy taste of horse cum. He coughs and whines out loudly as that sloppy softening member starts to roll out of his muzzle. He gasps for air having pretty much forgotten to breathe from the rough wild stallion's ride. He lies on the bench, his tail hole still gaping and cum leaking from his mouth. He feels the beast rub the rim of his stretched hole before he passes out.
Sunlight is a harsh mistress. He groans loudly trying to shoo away the beams of light that permeate his darkness. The once champion cock sucker lays waking up gently in a soft bed of hey. Thick globs of cum mat the bedding to the cement floor as well to his furless skin. He sits up with a large chunk against his face trying to get his barring. He's wakening up in a stall of a barn somewhere in a hay bed. He holds his head as it spins from his strange dream. Looking over a feral horse dips its head over the stall wall see what's shuffling about. As lazily as that horse just stairs at him chewing its oats, the cock sucker could have sworn it winked at him...