Tomas - Truck Stop Showers: Part II - The Wettening

**All Characters are 18+**

Part I

Kurt and I didn’t start seeing each other exclusively, but once we were both vaccinated, we ditched the masks, even though that added an air of excitement on its own. However, ditching the masks, we were able to start kissing, and wow, he was a good kisser. As things opened back up and more people were vaccinated, we both got “busy” and our hookups became once a month, then every other month, and eventually our text thread was so far down I had to scroll to find him. 

Don’t get me wrong, Kurt was hot, but neither of us was looking for anything more than sex because of our busy schedules, and then he graduated in 2021 and moved back to Ohio, or was it Arkansas…back to the farm, wherever it is.

It wasn’t until the spring of 2022, when I was gearing up for finals to get my degree, that I heard from him out of the blue.

Unknown number: Thomas, is this still your number?

Me: Umm, it’s Tomas, but I have a new phone, who is this?

Unknown number: Lol, oops, autocorrect, I know it’s Tomas, not Thomas. You’re the only bottom I’ve ever fucked from South America 😈in a truck stop shower lol

Me: Kurt?

Kurt: Yeah, lol, dang, I hope you haven’t been taking other guys to our spot.

Me: Nah, you’re the only guy I’ve had truck stop sex with like a prostitute 🤷

Kurt: I’m glad to hear it. I was just thinking about our hot trysts. I’ll be in town this weekend for a conference with one of my former professors. I was wondering if you’d be interested in meeting up for dinner or something to catch up?

Me: Oh man, I have finals all week next week and really need to be focused.

Kurt: Ahh, damn, it is that time of year.

Me: Sorry, I would otherwise. When is the next time you’re in the area? I’m sticking around after graduation.

Kurt: 😔I’m only passing through. I work back home in Wisconsin, so I don’t get this far east very often.

Wisconsin, damn, I was so close.

Me: Well…damn.

Kurt: No worries, man. I’ll be getting in Friday morning and leaving Sunday morning. Hit me up if you change your mind.

Me: Will do.

I fully intended to buckle down and focus on my studies. I literally have a final every day except next Friday, and I’m not prepared for any of them. Shit, I have two finals on Wednesday. 

So I studied every night until I passed out. The problem with that was I wasn’t jerking off every night before bed, which is my usual routine. By Saturday night, I was horny as hell and had locked myself in my room since I got home from classes on Friday. 

I closed my laptop, rubbed my face, and sighed. I just need to shower and jerk off because I can’t focus to save my life.

With the hot water streaming down my face, I couldn’t help but think of the showers at the truck stop, and of Kurt with his 7” of thick dick with that slight curve so when he fucks me from behind against the shower room walls…no, no, I need to get out of the shower, jerk off in my room and refocus.

Back in my room, I pulled up some porn and started to stroke myself. I glanced at the clock; it was already 9 pm. Dick in hand, I grabbed my phone and text Kurt.

Me: You busy now?

He didn’t text back right away. I worked my dick slowly for about five minutes and then finally gave up on Kurt and quickly forced myself to get off just to clear my head. It was unsatisfying at best. I cleaned up and pulled on some loose-fitting boxers and a sleeveless T-shirt, then opened my notes to continue studying.

At 11:30 pm, my phone buzzed, pulling me out of my brain-melting study session. After rereading the same shit over and over, I wasn’t mad at the distraction.

Kurt: Hey, sorry, was out having drinks with an old friend. I’m free now.

I read his text and groaned out loud. No longer horny, but certainly frustrated, I text him back.

Me: Dang, I already jerked off 😞

Kurt: Need some dick? [sent dick pic]

The picture of his pale dick with the pink head, hard as a rock with that one vein that I can almost feel through the condom when he fucks me, looked so good I would’ve guessed it was photoshopped if I hadn’t seen it so many times in person over the last few years. A part of me wanted to invite him over, but I know that if he comes over, my studying for the night is done, and I can’t afford to get distracted even more than I already am.

Me: Oh man, I wish, but I really need to study.

As soon as my phone hit the desk, it buzzed and lit up.

Kurt: Take a study break. I’m so horny, I promise I’ll be quick lol

Me: lol, oh geez, that’s a real selling point.

Kurt: Tomas…I miss your tight hole. I could have done my meeting over Zoom, but I was hoping to get you out if I came here in person.

Me: Lol, smooth.

Kurt: Smooth enough to get some ass? 😇

I put my phone face down and tried to ignore him, but after not responding for five minutes, he text me again.

Kurt: I’m on my way to our spot. Come through. I’ll be there in 20 and prepared 😜

I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t ignore my hard dick tenting in the loose boxers. Fuck. Okay, I’ll drive over, have a quickie, and be home before midnight.

Me: Ok, OMW, we need to be quick though.

Kurt: Scouts honor 🫡

I slipped off my boxers and pulled on some running shorts with the mesh underwear built in, put on my slides, grabbed a bottle of poppers since I needed to be quick, and having already blown a load, the poppers will help me take his dick and hopefully blow a second load quickly.

When I arrived at the truck stop, I parked in my regular spot, out of sight of their cameras, and saw Kurt coming from the other side of the building. I quickly ran into the store and purchased a shower credit, earning a look from the clerk that made me a little nervous, as I looked like I had just showered. However, he didn’t say anything, so I hustled out of the store and headed over towards the showers.

Kurt was waiting outside for me, grinning like a kid who found his favorite toy.

“This place is a little busy, but there are two showers open, both in the middle,” he shrugged.

“We can be quiet,” I grinned and pulled the outside door open.

We walked quickly to the center, where the stalls were lit as “vacant.” Then I pulled out my receipt to punch in the code, and at the same time, Kurt pulled out a receipt. We locked eyes and chuckled.

“Oh, I thought it was my turn to get the shower?” I whispered.

“No, it’s my turn,” he said, punching in his code and opening the door.

We both went in quickly, and he closed the door behind us. Kurt immediately pinned me against the back of the door and started kissing me. I could taste the alcohol on his breath, but he was more passionate than ever. I pulled my shirt off, and he yanked his off to reveal a chiseled torso. Clearly, he spent the time since I saw him last getting fit, and damn…my libido kicked in hard. He started kissing me again, our hands roaming over each other's bodies until it dawned on me, “wait,” I broke our kiss. “Did you bring condoms? I purchased a shower ticket and didn’t bring condoms or lube,” I told him as he started sucking on my neck and sliding his hands into the back of my shorts to grope my ass.

He mumbled against my neck between kisses, “I didn’t bring condoms; it was my turn to purchase the shower ticket.”

“Neither of us have condoms?” I groaned and rolled my eyes.

“I’ll go get some,” he whispered, and pulled away from me to grab his t-shirt off the bench seat.

“Wait, you just went in and purchased your shower ticket,” I whispered, pulling my brain out of the sexy fog that was rolling in.

“Yeah?” He looked confused, clearly tipsy.

I chuckled, my arms wrapped around his neck, “Dude, you can’t purchase a shower ticket and then go back in,” I gestured at his body, “all dry and purchase condoms.”

“What, I should get wet first?” He looked so confused.

“No, if you go in and purchase condoms, he’s going to remember you and know you’re going to fuck in the showers,” I spelled it out for him.

“Oh, ok, right, so you should go,” he said with no sense of irony.

I grinned, shaking my head, and then sighed, pulling my receipt from my pocket, “I also was just in there getting a shower ticket.”

He mouthed a big, “FUCK” and dramatically shook his clenched fists in the air.

I leaned against the steel door, unconsciously groping my hard dick outside my shorts. He watched and gently bit his lower lip before stepping closer to me and tracing the outline of my dick and leaning his forehead against mine.

“Maybe we can do it raw…just this once,” he suggested.

I let out a tickled gasp, thinking he was joking. His eyes locked on mine, and he let me know he was serious. “You’re for real?” I asked, straining to meet his eyes with mine.

He groped his dick in his shorts, “I’m so horny…and I’m on PrEP,” he whispered, then leaned in to kiss my neck some more.

One of the other showers shut off in a stall near us, and we both looked up and listened for a second.

He pushed his shorts and underwear down under his balls, his cock swinging free, he gave it a few strokes. “Come on, man,” he stepped closer, his left hand sneaking around and up my leg into the short running shorts to give my ass cheek a squeeze.

“I’m not on PrEP,” I told him, my revelation punctuated by one of the steel doors slamming and the walls all reverberating, making us both jump a little. He slipped his hand deeper into my shorts, his middle finger sliding right up my crack over my hole. That familiar tingle shot into my hole as he continued to stroke himself in front of me. I sighed, “Mmmph…maybe I can just…suck you off this time. I already got off earlier anyway,” I resigned.

His head fell dramatically to one side, disappointment washing over his face. “To-mas,” he dragged out my name in a playful but still sexually frustrated way, trying not to sound annoyed with my offer.

I didn’t let it get to me. I squatted down and quickly undid his jeans and pulled them along with his boxer briefs down to his ankles. His 7” cut cock was throbbing as I hauled it out. Quickly taking him into my mouth, I reminded him of my oral skills that he loved so much. His frustration quickly faded as his hands snaked their way into my hair, making me moan on his cock and take more of him into my throat.

I slobbered on his dick for only a few minutes before he pulled me up, “Your turn.” He yanked my shorts partially down my thighs, my hard 6” cut dick sprang free, and he gave it a few strokes. He smiled at me, bit his lower lip, and dropped down to take me into his mouth. His tongue swirled around my tip, then a few passes up and down the shaft before he started to really suck on it. I couldn’t help but moan. Almost didn’t even care that sound carried so well in the shower stalls, but I did reel it in before I got too loud.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the little brown bottle, took a hit, and let the fumes do their thing as Kurt sucked my dick. “Fuck that feels good,” I whispered. 

He pulled my cock out of his mouth, “Since when do you do poppers?” He looked up at me with an eyebrow raised.

I shrugged and grinned back down at him, “Want some?”

“I’ve never actually tried them before,” he said. “I thought they were for bottoms?”

I smiled, “They are for…everyone, but yeah, they do help with bottoming,” I chuckled.

“Mmm, really?” He asked, grabbing my hips and spinning me towards the wall. He spread my cheeks, he didn’t even hesitate, and dove right in. His tongue hit my pucker, and I inhaled sharply. I forgot how good he was at eating my ass. He didn’t always do it, but when he was horny enough and really wanted to get in my ass, he was insatiable. Tonight was no exception. He tongue fucked me for a few minutes, and I took another hit of the poppers, letting his tongue get deeper into my ass until I could barely contain my moans.

“Fuck,” I gasped, “Kurt, that feels so good,” I whispered.

He popped up, wrapping his arms around my waist, his cock immediately sliding up and down my crack, the head popping over my pucker, begging for access. He kissed my shoulder, then my neck, squatting just a little bit so he could slide his cock up my crack again. He breathed heavily after the fourth pass, and my hole nearly grabbed his dick. He held my hips and let out a long string of saliva onto my crack and smeared it with his cock.

“Mmmm, we can’t,” I moaned quietly.

He brought his cheek against my cheek, breathing heavily, “I can fuck you raw…and pull out when I cum,” he suggested, humping into me again.

“Mmm, are you…sure?” I asked.

He kissed my neck, running his left hand up my abs to my shirtless chest while his right hand grabbed his dick and started aiming it directly at my hole. “Of course, I have really good control,” he mumbled between kisses against my ear, adding a little more pressure to my pucker.

I quickly took another hit of the poppers, and he took that as the sign he was looking for and pushed the tip into my hole.

“Ungh…fuck,” I exhaled and took another hit. He added some more saliva and pushed half of his dick into my hole. The friction from the lack of lube was intense, but the smoothness of his bare cock was a perfect, pleasurable balance. I instinctively arched my ass out onto his cock a little more. He pulled out a bit, then pushed back in a little deeper with a groan.

“God, that feels good,” he whispered as he bottomed out.

“So good,” I moaned and wrapped my fingers around my cock and started to stroke myself off. There was no way I was going to waste this amazing raw experience.

Kurt was quickly ramping up to full shower fucking, keeping from slamming into me so hard that our bodies clapped together. His curve hits me just right and deeper than ever.

“God, your ass feels so good,” he mumbled as he hunched up into me and held himself deep.

I huffed, “It’s so good. Are you close?”

“Getting there,” he slowly started sliding back out.

“Just don’t cum in me, ok,” I panted between strokes.

He chuckled and slowly thrust deep into me, “Don’t worry, babe, I never lose control.”

That made me feel a little less worried, and I started pounding my dick faster. We heard another shower shut off and a few strokes later a door opening and slamming. It took everything in me to keep quiet while Kurt was sliding his raw cock in and out of my hole, hitting my prostate just right, so that I was going to lose control of my nut if he kept this rhythm.

I took the poppers and took a deep hit. He put his head on my shoulder, slowly stroking his dick in and out of my hole as the poppers took effect on me. I instinctively offered him the open bottle, and he leaned further over my shoulder to inhale.

“Oh shit,” he groaned and chuckled.

“Yeah, these are good,” I whispered, holding the bottle up for him to do a proper hit. He quickly did and passed them back to me. Wasting no time, I took a hit and capped them as Kurt grabbed my hips and started thrusting into me deeper and harder.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he said a little too loudly.

I grabbed my dick and started stroking again, arching my back into him. His cock was sliding so smoothly into me, it felt so good, and so hard. I knew he was close, but I also knew he had excellent control, so I wasn’t worried. He kept his deep dicking up as I brought myself closer to the edge. His swelling cock and that curve hitting me harder than ever. I felt my orgasm boiling over, and my ass clamped down as I rocked up on my toes, clamping down and relaxing on his next couple of strokes. I felt my balls tighten. It was over. “Ungh,” I grunted as my balls trembled, forcing my cum to shoot out onto the concrete floor with an audible splat.

“Fuck,” Kurt growled and slammed his hips into my still pulsing hole and I recognized the familiar sensation of Kurts cock throbbing inside me for a brief moment before he pulled out and his cock slid up my crack and coated my cheeks then shot up my naked back as he gripped my hips so tight I’m sure there will be bruises in the morning. “Fuck,” he grunted again, and I felt his balls twitching on my ass as he continued to coat my lower back with his hot semen.

I felt his cum pooling on my lower back, but also down my crack. “Shit,” I groaned.

Kurt chuckled, “damn, that was so…good,” he caught his breath and pulled up his jeans a little so he could walk over to the sink and wash his dick off.

I pulled my shorts all the way off and hung them on the hook, then turned on the shower and rinsed Kurt’s load off my back, then fingered my ass hole, which was a lot slimier than I would’ve expected. His eyes caught mine in the mirror. The look of guilt on his face as I continued to wash my ass made me realize, “Dude, did you cum in me?”

He plastered on a fake smile and chuckled, “Those poppers hit me a little harder than I expected. I might have pulled out a little late.” his eyebrow went up, his eyes searching mine for a reaction.

“How late?” I continued fingering my hole to try to wash myself out.

“Ummm, definitely that first shot caught me by surprise.” He turned off the water and was shaking his hands dry.

I felt dirty and used, but also horny and sexually satisfied. “So much for good control, huh?”

He chuckled, “Sorry, I’ve never done poppers before, I thought I could savor your tight hole a little longer and got caught up in the moment.” His face looked so guilty that it actually made me feel a little better about the risk we took.

I turned off the water and squeegeed the water off my body the best I could. “It’s ok, I guess it was just as much my fault,” I offered, pulling on my shorts over my damp legs was tough. Kurt tucked his dick back into his underwear and zipped up.

Another shower shut off down the hall, reminding us to whisper.

“Look, I don’t have anything, so you don’t need to worry,” he insisted and handed me my t-shirt.

I nodded, wanting to trust him.

We did our usual routine of sneaking out separately. He went first, and then a few minutes later, I went out. He was outside waiting, though.

“Oh, you didn’t have to wait for me,” I said. He went to say something, but I cut him off. “Don’t worry about what happened back there.” I took a deep breath, “It was honestly hot, I just never went raw with a guy before and certainly never let a guy cum inside me…I’m kinda glad it was you.” I told him. “And if I’m being honest, it's really hot to know you couldn’t control yourself when in me…it’s kinda like a compliment,” I chuckled. He smiled at me as I rambled.

“So, we’re cool, then?” He asked.

“Yeah, we’re cool,” I said.

“Good, that’s my Uber,” he pointed at a black Toyota pulling into the parking lot.

“Oh, cool, yeah, get back safe,” I said, feeling like a fool for not realizing he wasn’t waiting for me.

I didn’t get any studying done when I got back to my place. I did great on my finals, though.