The Wall -- Outside
A taxi pulled up to a bar in the warehouse district.
It was evening, and big rigs and trailers were parked all up and down the streets.
A man got out. He was dressed well, slacks and jacket. But the tie long gone and shirt was open. He looked comfortable in this hard working neighborhood.
He was a long haul truck driver who had put in hundreds of thousands of miles. He was also a partner with some other drivers in a small trucking outfit, so he doubled as salesman too. He just closed a deal that was going to make the next year both busy and profitable.
The bar was on a corner. The place didn't bother with a sign, but the taxi's bringing clients, and the talk over beers inside, made clear this was a place for truckers.
The bar wasn't by the highway, because truckers don't drink near highways, but in places like this, near the warehouses big trucks serve. Truck drivers take a taxi to go drinking because they want to make certain they took a taxi back when the night was done.
The license to drive a truck was too important to risk a DWI.
The man in the suit sat at the bar and asked for a beer and a Daniels. He wasn't going driving anywhere, and he wanted to celebrate the deal. The bartender offered to drop the shot glass into the beer, but the man waived him off.
He downed the shot of whiskey in one gulp, then drank half the beer as a chaser.
It had been a hard month. Every minute not spent on the road was meetings with the clients. The man hadn't had a drink in that month, and the Jack Daniels felt good as it eased through his bloodstream. He could feel the relief coursing through his body.
The man also had not had relief of another kind, and he was going to take advantage of being in this particular bar.
The man was familiar with this bar and knew where it was. He headed to the rear of the place, passed the bathrooms, and through a door that lead to a small open area. Ten foot square, open to the sky, but sheltered by the surrounding buildings. Three and a half brick walls, the wall from the bar having the only door. A four foot gap had a chunk of fence.
Between a pair of lockers, the man pulled on the fence and a piece of it opened like a door. On the other side was an even smaller space. In a ten by four notch created by a building being shorter than its neighbor was what the man was looking for.
Against the non brick wall were four booths, next to each other, about two feet deep, with a slanting piece of plywood for a roof and curtains for doors. Three of the curtains were open. The man entered one and closed it.
It was obvious that a header had been installed and the bricks removed so he stood against an inch thick plywood wall.
He unzipped his slacks, took out his hardening cock and stuck it through the opening in the wall, just below being waist high.
Hands took his cock. A condom was applied and was being rolled down the shaft of his penis.
As the condom was being put on a mouth descended over the head of his cock.
Oh, that felt good.
He didn't think about who was on the other side of the wall. He just thought about how good the mouth on his cock and the fingers feeling up his balls felt.
He could imagine it was a girl on the other side of the wall. A picture from the internet was pinned to his side of the wall. It was a celebrity fake, a porn pic of a naked woman, sitting on her butt as she held herself up with her back stretched arms. The bottom half of two naked men, one to the right and one left, were seen, both holding erect penises. Come was on the woman's breast. The woman's face was Brittany Spears, but the face didn't go with the older body.
The man didn't pay any attention to the Brittany fake, or the other two hard core pics pinned to his side of the wall.
He didn't imagine it was a girl he knew, or even admit to himself that on the other side of the wall it was probably a male doing all the cocksucking.
The man focused on the feeling. No pictures in his head, just the feel of lips on his cock, and tongue flicking about, teeth ever so gently brushing pass.
It was time for a blow job. Sweethearts and lovers were for another time, now was plain sexual relief delivered by an anonymous source.
He leaned hard against the wooden exterior of the building. One inch between him and the mouth that was making him feel so good. All his cock and as much of his balls as he could present were in that hole. He pressed as much of himself through the hole as he could. His cock could not move, could not fuck. Everything was being done to him by the mouth on the other side of this hole.
The mouth was doing all the work. It felt so wet and soft, and so alive. It moved and sucked, tickled and pleased, it felt just wonderful.
For the man, it was all take. His cock was getting sucked. No demand would be made of him, other than to allow his cock to be sucked. But it was all right, the way the mouth served the cock said it was all right to take and not give back. Being allowed to suck this cock was all the give the mouth asked for.
The cocksuckers that served these four gloyholes were all experienced and talented. The mouth, with its lips and tongue, played a lot with the tip of the penis. The tongue lapped around the head, playing with its helmet like cover of the circumcised. Lips played with the most sensitive area just below the head.
The lips held firm as the mouth sucked hard, the differences in air pressure squeezing. Tongue poked and probe, licked and lapped. Now lips were loose, so when the sucker inhaled, air was drawn in around the cock, making a noisy slurping sound. And teeth, occasionally bumping the cock with their hardness. Teeth were the reminder that the man was trusting a stranger, and somehow the hard touch of teeth only added to the excitement.
Not only the end and tip of the cock were served. Mouth went down the shaft, the cockhead now pressing at the back of the oral cavity. Lips wrapped tight about the shaft, and kind of pulled the cock a little bit deeper. Lips released and reached out again, taking the shaft firm in their grip again. Bit by bit, the cock was pulled into the mouth, until all the cock was in, the head tight in the throat, the entire mouth gripping hard as it could.
The cocksucker had deep throated the cock to show it could be done, to show how wonderful at sucking cock this cocksucker was.
The man thrilled at the achievement and the feelings.
The lips were tight around the base, and so much of the end portion of his cock was enveloped by throat.
Now the cocksucker slid back, letting cock out of his throat. When the throat was clear, the sucker inhaled, drawing air again, all swirling about the cock shaft and air was sucked into lungs.
Again the mouth took the cock deep, all the way in. At the root of the man's cock, the lips worked, as if trying to find and force more cock in. Finally, as if satisfied with the demonstrations of its deep throat skills, the mouth again returned to the tip. Lips were about the part of the shaft with the most nerve endings, and tongue played with the underside ridge.
Eventually, all this action had the sought after effect. The man squeezed muscles, the ones he would use to halt urine in mid stream. He squeezed his pucker muscles too, trying to hold back as long as he could what was going to have to happen.
The pressure in the cock built, and then there was no holding back. He was coming in a great spurt. It would have gone straight down the throat, save for the condom. With lips holding the head, and tongue covering pee slit, the second spurt of come overfilled the reservoir. Cock spasms again, and again, each time delivering less sperm that was not working itself along the sides between latex and shaft.
And when all was done, mouth gently sucked again, sucking out a wee bit more, sucked out of the cock my the talented mouth.
The deed was done. The man was turning soft. He stood there, letting the mouth get softer and softer in its sucking, until all was done.
The tip was kissed, kissed again, then lifted so the balls could be kissed.
Tender now after relief, the man backed away, pulling his cock out of the mouth. They parted with a loud sucking sound, as the shrinking cock pulled free.
The man put his penis away, zipped up his pants, and went back into the bar. He stopped in the men's room to pee and flush the evidence.
Inside, he had a few more beers, watched some game on ESPN on a giant screen, ate some pretzels, and called a taxi to take him back to his hotel. It was a busy night, and the taxi would take about an hour to arrive.
That would be plenty of time to make one more visit to the Wall.
“I seen it all here, I seen every kind of faggot get molested, fucked, and beaten up. There are some truckers out there that are desperate, driven, hungry animals. They take what they want and leave broken bodies in their path."...
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