Highway Rest Stop

Highway Rest Stop

We’ve all seen them, we’ve all been there, a long tiring trip, a different state, the need to take a leak and somehow, the last 20 miles seemed like 200, and you’ve almost stopped on the shoulder close to a wooded curve on the interstate. I’m driving with my left hand, my right begins squeezing my dick, I’m about to let loose right there and then, when the 2 miles sign pops up. In I pull, I crouch trying to get out of the car, my stomach muscles are cramped as I waddle to the restroom. It’s a no services rest area, a few cars and a truck, a trailer lot on the opposite side, a empty picnic table sits 20 feet from a vending machine and a broken phone booth.

 A cute blonde young guy is smoking a cigarette, leaning against the building almost as if he’s watching me with one eye. Twenty or thirty yards away is a young woman walking her dog. I fling the door to the rest room open, still grasping my crotch for dear life. I practically knock a burly truck driver over who looks like he just bathed in the sink. I run toward the first open urinal, fiddle with my fly and the hot cramping burning piss begins to flow, like a backed up fire hose that just won’t stop. I fling my head backwards and release a sigh of relief, “ahhhhhhhhhhhh” escapes my throat, while feeling the piss vibrate through my shaft in my fingers. As the stream finally begins to subside, I squeeze a bit making the stream sound a bit like Morse code as it splashes against the back of the urinal. I look down at my bulging somewhat swollen purple head, as I begin to ply the skin of my soft skinned dick back and forth between my fingers. I can now arch my back and stiffen each leg while somehow stretching my muscles as I seemingly tend to enjoy the pleasurable relaxing, yet somewhat tensing feeling in my groin.

Just then the blonde guy from outside steps inside as he flicks his cigarette out the door before closing. He pony’s up to the urinal next to me on the left. Though I’m a bit disappointed at having to end my gentle self massage, and I move myself in closer to the urinal, trying to continue a bit longer as I appear to read the graffiti on the wall in front of me. He on the other hand stands a good foot or so away, opens his pants and pulls them down past and exposing his ass freeing his masculinity, as he grasps his dick with his right hand and turns slightly toward me, basically exposing himself in all his glory.

He’s about in his early to mid twenties, as I try not to look obvious, but my curiosity has the better of me. He also appears to be reading the wall, but he is plainly turned towards me as he begins a slow steady two finger stroke up and down an obviously hardening dick. My rod now begins to thicken in my hand as I become more daring and switch to my left hand and gradually turn towards him generally exposing myself to him. My eyes are now moved from the wall, stuck, focusing on his dick and his own gaze has now turned toward me, almost burning my face. I look up, he smiles at me, and we both peer back down at each other’s dicks. I now see he’s at least 7 inches or so, his pubes are also a natural blonde, his apparent flat stomach is perched with a neatly trimmed bush and a fine dusting from there up his treasure trail to his navel now being more exposed because at some point his right hand lifted his tee shirt, better exposing his flat stomach.

He drops the shirt and his right hand slowly and deliberately moves, almost as if slow motion, toward my dick, it seems like forever but my right hand releases my hard dick which springs up toward my stomach, but it is interrupted by his sudden touch. My dick is now in another man’s hand as I feel the skin sliding up and down my shaft as he presses it between three fingers and his thumb. His thumb is on the bottom, and his first three fingers on the top, his index finger slowly traveled loosely over the bump up to the velvety purple head. He lets it slide over the top of my slit now leaking a drop of pre cum. He reverses his motion and drags the fluid across the top, as his finger drops back down on the shaft until his slightly raised pinky brushes into my brown bush. The repeating procedure is so fucking hot, my knees begin to buckle beneath me as he moves his exposed lower body even closer to me as if we were now sharing the same urinal.

My heart is now pounding that some trucker might come in, and will find me with a sissy boy playing with me, but that thought only excites me a bit more and more. I am conflicted as I unbutton my pants and allow more freedom as I feel my balls now begin to slightly bounce. My head tips back, as I stare back at the ceiling, and my left hand now has moved to brace me against the wall. With only a few more strokes till all hell is ready to burst out, he stops and grabs my right hand and places it on his dick. My fingers begin to move around as I feel it’s mass in the palm of my hand. I wrap around its entirety and cup his balls almost twice the size of mine, at least that’s what another man’s sex organ, feels in my hand. I grip his shaft with all five fingers wrapped around it from the top as I begin to stroke him. He lifts his left hand once again gripping me, we are now both stroking each other. I don’t know about him but the subsiding climax in my crotch has been reactivated. The more I feel his dick in my hands the larger it seems to be getting as I feel his heartbeat in his shaft, oh hell maybe it was my own heartbeat, who the hell knows, or cares.

Suddenly he grabs me tight by the dick, almost in a pleasurable pain as he waddled us both toward an empty stall, backing me in. He drops to his knees, at the same time pulling my pants at least to my knees, he turns me toward the side wall, my shoulders and back now pressed against the cool grey steel that I can feel through my slightly sweaty tee shirt. He looks up at me making eye contact with those royal blue eyes of his and his boyish face of want, as if he was silently requesting permission to suck me off. I cautiously and nervously shake my head without saying the words, as his open mouth slowly he approached my throbbing dick head. His eyes still focused on mine as I followed the blues as they rolled to the top of his eye sockets. His lips were puffed out around my member as if too big to handle over filling his mouth opening. Still watching my eyes, I watch as he takes in my full length. I feel my dick head breach the soft tissue at the back of his mouth as I wonder how he’s not choking his head off. The softness of the back of his mouth contrasts with the hardness of the front teeth only having the compression of his soft but clenched lips around my swollen base. Again our eyes are still glued to each other as he and they slide up and down on my entire shaft, only now his eyes are so glassy and I even detect a tear. I can actually see my face reflection in the glassiness of his eyes.

I feel now that he has one hand on my ass cheek, and he’s pressing me in hard after he bottoms out with it, his other hand is clearly beating his own meat as I glance away from his eyes and see him thoroughly enjoying himself. Suddenly I notice his longer blonde curls are brushing my abdomen on every down stroke, the slight tickling makes my balls begin to churn as I loudly proclaim to him I was about to cum, and I try to pull out but he grasps my ass tight and pulls me into him, as I begin firing my load into his throat, but it’s almost as if I’ve bypassed his mouth like he began cycle sucking, and then taking breaths through his lip sides. Tears are now flowing down those smooth cheeks, as he closes his eyes swallowing with each gulp, but wait he’s now firing his load, as I feel the warm cum splashing up to my thighs, as he’s still beating his meat, some of his cum has dripped onto my pants, as he pulls away from me, wiping his lips with his forearm, and he gives me an open mouth smile showing no trace of my seed. He then stands up, jossiling his jeans up over his still hard dripping dick, and he tucks it back in and to the side before buttoning and zipping back up. With a half spin he faces the door and heads out. I stand there for a moment thinking about what just happened, and if it was just luck, when I pulled up my pants and made my own way out. I stopped at the sink and washed my hands when I realized that burly trucker was back at the urinal, I wasn’t sure when he came in, but slightly embarrassed, I headed out the door and up the path headed toward my car, when I notice the cute blonde kid sitting on the picnic table with a fresh new cigarette in his mouth, yes that same cute little mouth that just had my dick in it , as I passed him he looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes asking if I had a light. I didn’t but I approached him anyway, thanking him for his services and he said he usually got $100 for that, I apologized saying I didn’t have that, and then he asked how far I was headed, I told him I was headed to Livingston and all he said is, he accepts, as he hopped off the table sucking the unlit cigarette and followed me to my car.

After about 100 miles and a bit of small talk he reached over and gently massaged my crotch, before long he had my naked dick and balls out of my jeans and in a massage, at 75 miles per hour. He wound up with his head in my lap, giving me my first road head, he once again bent in a position to make eye contact with me, in a contorted type of way, and he swallowed every drop of my penetrating load once again. I almost lost control of the vehicle and I had to pull off the shoulder. After a brief moment of recovery, we sat back up in our seats where my new friend unbuttoned his pants shimmied them down far enough for me to get a real nice look, and with his right hand gently awaking it back to an erection he wiggled it back and forth, as if inviting me to take my own first taste of him, which again watching his eyes, I gently massaged it, then  I released my seatbelt, and dropped my face toward his lap, I looked at it several ways as I bent and twisted the head around, and small drops of fluid gathered in his slit. I dropped down further, and touched my tongue to the liquid, and then pulled away with a breaking strand between us. With one of his hands placed firmly on my head he presses me in, forcing the head between my lips, I wrapped my tongue around it, swirling it in my mouth, as I slightly gagged as he pushed me down further. I pulled off and gradually got used to it, but I couldn’t take him all the way, but my hands made their way to his balls as I bounced and twisted up and down on his head and top of his shaft. I kneaded his nut sack until without warning he fired his load inside of me, I pulled off quickly but he held me down as I spit his jism out, leaking all around and I began to choke, all in all it was new and really not that bad, but today I wish I tried to swallow and satisfy him as well as he did me.