TOP TO BOTTOM
fiction from TedEBear

Having been a top for more than 10 years now, I found myself getting antsy to let myself be taken. It has been a long time since I have let a man even get near my ass with a finger, let alone try to fuck me. I do however have a penchant for larger guys, being on the small side myself. To me, there is nothing better than being on top of a big, burly, man. There is no shortage of big guys that love to get plowed either. But, it was my turn to be bottom up, and I still wanted a big guy. Having heard about the rest areas in my area, I decided that there would be no better place to start.

It was a warm night and getting toward sundown when I decided to venture out to an out of the way rest area. I knew by the time I got there, that many of the truckers would be pulling in and stopping for the night. By the time I got there, the adrenalin was pumping through my veins and making my cock throb. Parking my Ram 1500 in a dark spot, I scouted the area and saw many trucks already parked. Maybe it was going to be my lucky night. Adjusting myself in my pants, I got out of the truck and decided to make my way to the restroom. Not sure whether it was my nerves or the temperature, I felt it getting hotter. I took off my shirt and threw it in the truck. Realizing that I did have to piss, I made tracks heading to the dimly lit building.

Once inside, I saw a short row of urinals with a couple of guys standing at them. Not taking notice of either one of them, I stepped up to the pisser, unzipped and let loose with a long stream. It was then that I looked to my left and saw the guy standing next to me. He was about my height (5'7"), but he had more than 70 or 80 pounds over my 175-pound frame. Force of habit made me look first at what he was holding in his hand before I even looked up at his face. Looked like he was holding on to a nice piece too. Holding it in his left hand, I was able to get a nice clear view of it. I had stopped pissing by that time and was just standing there holding my cock and starring, when I noticed that this fireplug was not pissing either. Looking up, I saw him looking me right in the eye, and smiling. I smiled back and nodded at him, while noticing that he was shaking his fat, uncut cock, as if to shake off the last drops of pee. Nervousness got the best of me and I shoved my own cock away and zipped up. Quickly walking to the sink, I washed my hands and left the building in a hurry. Stepping outside into the fresh air, I leaned against the building and lit up a cigarette. Inhaling deeply and admonishing myself for not taking some initiative, I heard a deep voice.

“Mind if I bum one of those from ya?” I turned my head to see it was the fireplug from the pisser.

“No, not at all,” I stammered, fumbling for my pack. He took it from the pack and asked if I had a light too. Reaching out with the lighter, to hand it to him,