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From: Bill Payer <billm56@htmail.com>
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Subject: True Story
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Date: Sun, 11 Jan 2009 21:10:52 -0600
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I would be interested in hearing from anyone who appreciates TRUE
stories rather than this crap being posted in this newsgroup...
I'm not a writer so bear with me. I have many stories from over the
years. So where do I start? .... Here is one that I still have a hard
time believing, especially how it came about... I often have to drive
long distances with my work. I was on one of those trips probably near
10 years ago if I were to guess. I was around 3 hours away from home and
on my way back from a week out of town. I was driving along not really
thinking about anything special when I spotted a camp grounds up ahead,
set up for a small river resort. Out away from nowhere and not knowing
how much further ahead it was to civilization I figured I better stop in
to take a piss while I had the chance. I pulled up in the parking lot
and not far away was the showers/toilets. I opened the door and walked
in like no big deal and walked up to the urinal, unzipped, and began
pissing. A stall door a few feet away opened and this guy in his upper
40's or lower 50's came out and walked over to the sink and was washing
his hands. As I was zipping up I walked over to wash mine as well. He
looked my way, smiled, and asked if I was staying there or passing
through. I replied I was just passing through. He seemed nice enough as
we chatted for a few minutes. He asked if I wasn't in a big hurry maybe
I would be interested in meeting his wife and having a cup of coffee for
the road. I don't even know why I agreed. It was all too silly to begin
with but it was like why the hell not. I walked with him to the camper
they were staying in, met his wife, drank the coffee, and said I better
be going. As I walked up the hill toward my truck I heard him call me
from behind. I stopped to let him catch up with me. As he approached he
asked me something that really floored me. He wanted to know if I would
be interested in letting his wife suck me off while he watched. I'm
first thinking WHAT!?! but then, once again, thought what the hell. I
asked if he was really serious. He said he was. Okay. So down the hill
we went back to the camper. His wife, not a bad looking woman, was
sitting right where she was earlier, and had a knowing small smile on
her face. I asked her if what the man had said to me was true and okay
with her. She nodded and said it was. I asked what they had in mind. For
one thing we were going to go inside their camper. Now what I asked. The
man told me to not be nervous, that this was something they both enjoyed
doing. He told me to lower my pants and lean back against the table.
They both watched as I unfastened my jeans and pulled them to my knees.
I was semi-hard just thinking about it. His wife was close enough to
reach out and took hold of my cock and for a few moments just held it
and toyed with it. Her husband was busy getting a camera ready and asked
me if I minded. Nope...go for it dude! Once we were all ready and in
place his wife sucked my dick into her warm mouth as hubby began
snapping away. This woman was good at sucking dick. She would pull and
squeeze my balls as her head was bobbing up and down. I was so glad I
decided to stop in to piss! Moments later I was filling her mouth with
my hot goo and she kept right on sucking until there was nothing left to
give her. Later my pants were up, we chatted a few more minutes, and I
was again back in my truck and on the way home.