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Tomas - Truck Stop Showers
🕑 Added 2025-06-21 19:30:00 +0000 UTC**All Characters are 18+**
I was in my sophomore year of college when the pandemic started. I have three roommates and live off campus, so quarters are tight. My roommates know I’m gay, but I’m still new to being out and not yet comfortable with bringing a hookup over to the apartment. As a first-generation Ecuadorian kid, I still have a lot of religious guilt surrounding sex and my sexuality, so I try to keep it low-key. It got even more difficult when the pandemic started. Everything locked down, I did my best to keep it in my pants, but that lasted only so long before I was on the apps trying to figure out how to hook up with a guy...safely, of course.
After a lot of chatting and a few times chickening out, a hot guy named Kurt, a white boy from the cornfields of Iowa, or at least I think that’s where he’s from. His “aww shucks” personality is very Midwestern, and he’s built like a farm boy with the kind of muscles you get working on the farm and not in a gym.
Kurt wasn’t able to host me since he also had roommates, and his roommates were even more strict than mine about not risking our bubble to outsiders. The sexting was hot, though. We even did a few video calls and jerked off together. After about three weeks of fantasy, though, he wanted to meet up even more than I did.
You would think living in a college town would make it easy to find a spot for a quickie, but he drives an old BMW with a tiny back seat, and I have a 2002 Firebird, which might as well not have a back seat…but it looks cool. We agreed we needed to find a place between his side of campus and mine where we could hook up without using our cars.
A few days later, he came up with a seemingly perfect plan. His dad is a long-haul trucker, so Kurt suggested a specific truck stop gas station/rest area off the highway. He said if we go there during off-peak hours, we can use one of the shower stalls for a quick fuck. At first, this seemed sketchy to me. I wasn’t trying to get caught. I’m not a risky person, and if I’m being honest, I like sex in the comfort of my bed. On the other hand, it’s been months since I last got laid, and internet porn seems not to be as vast as I thought it was. So I agreed.
As it would turn out, this particular truck stop was newer, and the shower rooms were pretty big and private. The tricky thing was getting into them. The building looks like they converted a storage shed big enough for a single truck rig, and even though it’s separate from the main building, you had to purchase credits from the store in the main building. So we made a deal: he would buy the shower credit, and I would meet him at the entrance with condoms and lube. We would have a quick fuck, then we would leave like we don’t know each other.
I saw him go into the store, so I went over to the showers, noticing the security camera. However, I had my mask on, so I figured that at the very least, they are not likely policing the cameras since there’s only the one guy working inside the store that I could see, and he’s ringing Kurt up right now.
Inside was mostly what Kurt had described to me. When you enter, there is a hallway with a pretty wet floor, and a series of doors on the left and right, all locked, requiring a digital punch code that will be on the receipt Kurt gets. It wasn’t very impressive construction, the walls go about ten feet up but don’t connect to the ceiling, and they are about an inch shy of touching the floor as well, with the exception of the seams that have aluminium studs that touch the ground. Everything appears to be made of some sort of aluminum with no insulation, which makes it so you can hear everything going on in the occupied rooms. This made me a little nervous, but then Kurt walked in, and even with his mask on, I could see he was grinning from the twinkle in his blue-green eyes.
He didn’t say anything since you could hear one of the showers in use. He just walked to the furthest stall and punched in the code on the receipt. The color flashed from red to green, and he pushed the door open. With a glance and a nod, he told me to follow him in.
My heart was racing. It had been a good long while since I hooked up with a guy, and even though Kurt is sexy as hell, I’m always nervous in these situations. He didn’t seem to be as anxious, though, pulling my backpack from my shoulder and hooking it on a towel hook, he pulled me in for a gropy-hug. Running his hands up and down my back, helping me relax as we grind into each other. Our masks prevented us from kissing, but it heightened all my other senses—especially touch.
Every little grope, tug, nuzzle, and grind was somehow ten times hotter than it would’ve been with his tongue down my throat, and my dick was here for it.
Kurt pushed me against the wall and started tugging at my shorts. I should’ve worn athletic shorts, but it’s too late for that now. Kurt didn’t let it trip him up and yanked them and my trunks down without undoing the button. His quiet groan at the sight of my ass excited me.
I turned around quickly, needing to see his dick in person. I pulled down his athletic shorts that did nothing to hide his muscular thighs or his tenting bulge. His thick cock popped out rock hard. It was every bit of the 7” he promised in our chats, and the video really didn’t do it justice either. I wanted to put it in my mouth so badly, but we agreed to keep our masks on, as safety is important to both of us. Instead, I squat down and start stroking him off at eye level. I take no shame in admitting I tried my best to inhale his scent through the mask, but it wasn’t strong enough to overpower the chlorine scent of the shower stalls. I rubbed it on my cheek and even my neck to feel the heat of it, and its subtle texture. He had a smaller head at the tip, but it curved up at a perfect angle, so I knew he would rub my prostate hard with every thrust once it was in my hole.
I stood up quickly, reaching for my backpack, I unzipped it and pulled out the lube, and handed him a condom. He rolled it down his shaft as I lubed up my tight hole, then lubed his cock and leaned against the wall. He is significantly taller than I am, so he stepped out of his shorts and stuck them in my open backpack to keep them dry, then bent his knees to line his cock up with my hole.
The gentle touching of his tip, trying to find my hole, was enough to flip my horny switch, and I reached back, grabbed his cock, and placed his tip directly on my hole. He tried to push in, but it didn’t go, slipping off a few times. He used a lubed finger to open my hole slowly. The second finger was a little more aggressive as I listened to the squishy sound of him jerking his condom coverd cock, it was uncomfortably loud in the tin can of a space we were in. I decided not to care and started stroking my dick as I enjoyed the third finger entering my hole.
After a few minutes of getting fingered, he decided he couldn’t take it any longer, dragging me over to where there was a wooden bench about two feet long and a foot wide. He had me put my hands on that, bending over for him at an angle where he could see my ass on full display. His right hand grabbed his cock, seeking my hole, his left hand pushing down on my back so I arched my ass up at the angle he wanted, and his head popped into my hole.
“Nnngh,” I groaned as quietly as I could, sucking in air; my mask helped muffle my struggle to accommodate his girth.
Kurt didn’t care; he was too horny even to notice and started pushing in until his recently trimmed bush was scratching my ass. I folded a little lower on the bench so my head was resting on my forearm, my other hand trying to bring my dick back to life after the shock of his cock sinking into me.
At home, I never get off standing up, so this was a bit of a learning curve for me. Still, Kurt started to slowly piston my hole, and that curve in his dick was making his head run over my prostate like a steam roller, and I suddenly didn’t care if I was standing, sitting, or hanging upside down. I accidentally let out a moan that was loud enough that we both stopped, and a second later, we heard the only shower running in the building turn off.
Kurt pulled out quickly, yanking the lever to turn our shower on, then turned the shower head to face the wall. The sound of the water hitting the aluminum was loud enough to cloak our sounds, and his cleverness was an even bigger turn-on for me than his V-cut muscles pointing to his dick. He slipped back in a little too quickly, making me hiss, feeling that good pain rocking through my body as he started fucking me.
Being careful not to slam into me and make the obvious sex noises, he found a speed and angle that was virtually inaudible over the shower and fucked me like a college guy who hasn’t had sex in months. Every thrust, his cock seemed to get thicker and thicker. I was quickly on the edge of cumming and couldn’t say or do anything to stop it.
I felt my balls pull up into me, and I arched my ass out to get the most from his dick, rocking up and down on my toes as I held back and maximized my pleasure until I couldn’t handle it anymore and shot my cum all over the floor in front of the wooden bench. Spurt after spurt as Kurt continued to push into me. I stroked and quietly grunted, getting months of sexual frustration out as he fucked me through orgasm.
“I’m close,” he whispered, grabbing both my hips and thrusting through my closing hole. The thrusts were more vigorous, deeper, but still trying not to clap my ass cheeks as he brought himself over the edge. It only took him another minute of fucking, which was a bit brutal on my hole, but the payoff was incredible. Feeling his cock throb inside me as he held me tight, his heavy breathing as he thrust again, and his cock continued to twitch. I clamped down as tight as I could on his cock to make sure he was satisfied. Reaching back to grab his ass and make sure he didn’t pull out until he was spent.
He stopped rocking his hips, and I felt his grip on mine relax. I released my grip on his ass cheek and let him pull out slowly, his condom pulling his load with him in that weird feeling that’s unique to a cum filled condom. We both breathed heavily as our bodies separated.
I slowly stood up straight, using my left hand to pull my shorts and trunks up to mid-thigh so I could get over to the sink and wash the cum off my hand. There were no paper towels, but I had napkins in my backpack to wipe the cum off my dick and the excess lube off my ass before pulling up my shorts and underwear. I gave the extra napkins to Kurt, who was removing the condom, tying it in a knot, and tossing it in the trash.
“Thanks,” he whispered and dried his dick off. I also handed him the shorts he stuffed in my sack, then enjoyed watching him get dressed. There’s something incredibly sexy about watching a guy get dressed even as he fumbles to untangle his undies from his shorts.
We snuck out separately; I left before he did, got in my car, and drove off.
We ended up making this a regular thing. Both of us being college students, we traded off the expenses and condom responsibilities. One of us is paying for the shower, the other is paying for the condoms and lube. Each time was hotter than the last because Kurt seemed to memorize every little detail that turned me on, and unlike other guys I hooked up with, he seemed to really enjoy making me cum as the thing that got him off.
