I pleaded withher that it was too big, that it would split me in two. She grinned amischievous grin, cooed at me that it would be all right, that her...big,heavy cock would be gentle with my tight little hole, and proceeded touse her fingers to work a generous glob of lubricant into me. I beggedher not to do this, to let me go, that I was scared. She tried tosoothe me, caressing my dangly parts as her fingers opened me up.Eventually my asshole relaxed and relented to her probing digits. . I have never witnessed anything like this in any rest stop but suspect it does happen. This is a gay story, hopefully I did it justice, if not be kind and tell me what I missed.My cock was so hard in my trousers from listening to a recording of gay men talking about their first time with another man I thought I would explode. I pulled into the I-90 westbound rest area near Sundance, WY to stretch my legs and maybe relieve the stiffness in my cock as well. I was 19 and on my first cross country. Trolls and Goblins will eat her. Ogres will simply crush her into the ground. The Orcs....“What would the Orcs do?” She thought. She learned in the Alliance that Orcs are very organized militarily. Does that mean they have rules when it came to surrendering elves? What if they found her? She was not sure if they would kill her or keep her as a prisoner. What if she surrendered to them? Would they treat her as if she were a spy? Would they kill her on the spot? She heard stories of high ranking. In the final analysis John decided it was only he who truly cherished the Chamonix chalet—so he kept it for himself and gave his siblings each a Gauguin etching in compensation. John’s grandfather, Benjamin, had originally purchased the chalet from a Swiss financier in 1930. The financier had taken a wrong turn on a deal necessitating the sale of the family silver so to speak. His grandfather’s great friend Emile Schuffenecker, the French/Swiss arms financier and art dealer had brought the.