The Becoming of Jake

“Be careful, Jake,” my mom said as I shut my car door. I have a long drive from rural Kentucky to Washington, DC. Traveling home for the holidays was a tradition that I both loved and hated. I don’t mind the long drive. Often the only car on the rural highways for hours allowed me time to be alone with my thoughts. I hate driving in the cold and wintery weather, which was today’s forecast. The week before Christmas is the best time to visit for the holidays, because the trip is so calm before the surge of holiday traffic.  

I texted my boyfriend, Kevin, to tell him I was going home. “Omw. See you tonight.”   

“Ok :) We’ll go out to eat tonight.”   

Even though we have been together for three years, our relationship has a “safe play is okay” understanding if we are honest with each other. We love each other but we hit a wall physically. Kevin has a lower sex drive as well as occasional difficulties performing, so he dodges sex when he’s not sure he’s up for finishing. Plus, we don’t have many opportunities since we work opposite schedules and rarely have full days off together. In the beginning, I was able to jerk off with my dildo and electric masturbator, but that is getting old. I’m starting to crave being dominated by a man and fucked so hard that I can’t walk straight afterward.  

About an hour into the drive, I stop at a rest area to pee and get a soda. For a rural highway, the rest areas are nice and always clean. These areas are busy in the summer and fall with campers and hikers, but there aren’t many tourists in the winter. This means empty rest areas – a good thing for traveling but a little scary for fans of true crime podcasts. I look in the mirror at myself – a 30-year-old white man, 5’10”, average build, in pretty good shape, blonde hair, and silvery-blue eyes. I’m not muscular but I’ve never had any complaints. I walked up to the urinal and pulled my dick out. As I look down at it, I think my 6-inch dick with trimmed pubes is fairly attractive. Most guys don’t mind the length because of the girth. Plus, I’m a total bottom. Using my mouth and ass is where I usually excel anyway.  

I finished up and walked back to the sink. As I washed my hands, a tall man with red hair wearing a plaid button-up shirt and light jeans walked in and went past me to the urinals. I swear he looked at me a little too long as he passed me. Did he smile at me? And did I smile back? Ok, I’m reading too much into this. As I walked to the door, I glanced back at the urinals. He is staring at me while he is holding his cock and pissing. Maybe I’m not making this up? I smiled and walked out. “Why did you smile?” I thought to myself.  

I ran back to my silver SUV. The stranger’s red SUV was the only other vehicle in the parking lot. I started driving again but didn’t get far before the snow flurries started. Great... the reason I hate driving on these roads in the winter. Gradually the snow got heavier and began to stick on the road. Luckily, there’s a rest area coming up to wait out the scattered snowstorms. The parking lot is empty so I will be able to relax and scroll through social media. I grabbed my messenger bag and ran into the lobby area. I carry everything in my bag, and I figure it may be a little while before I can start driving again. I went into the restroom to pee again before getting comfortable on a bench in the lobby.   

While standing at a line of urinals, the door swings open and the red-haired man walks up to the urinal beside me, even though there are four others. “Keep looking at the wall,” I told myself. “This is how people get beat up or kidnapped.”  

I noticed the guy was standing away from the urinal, and I didn’t hear his piss stream hitting the ceramic. “Is his arm moving? What in the world is he...” Before I could finish the thought, I saw him turn toward me. Instinctively, I turn my head to look at him, still holding my own dick. This man looked to be in his mid-thirties and was handsome with his well-groomed facial hair accenting his strong jawline and brilliantly green eyes, which were staring straight into mine even though he had to be at least four inches taller than me. My eyes moved downward to his chest. His jacket was unzipped, and his well-fitted plaid shirt was partially unbuttoned, allowing the top of his muscular chest and trimmed chest hair to be visible. My eyes continued to drop to his undone jeans, hanging loosely from his hips. His 7-inch, thick, circumcized cock was standing erect from a trimmed bush, his balls freely in front of his red briefs. I noticed my mouth was open as I looked up to his face, unable to speak.  

“I hoped you would like it,” the stranger said.  

I noticed my body turning toward him, without bothering to put my own dick away. “You’re assuming that I like or want it.”  

“I think you do,” he said as he reached for my shoulder. “Your dick is giving you away.” He smiled as signaled down to my now-hard dick.   

I don’t know why I reached for his chest, rubbing the firm muscles while I unbuttoned his shirt. I moved in closer, leaning my head against his chest, feeling the chest hair on my face, and smelling his cologne. I realized what I was doing and stepped back. “Sorry. I don’t why I did that.”  

“That’s kind of what I wanted, so you can continue.”  

That was all the permission I needed to carry on with my exploration of his body. I stepped closer, running my hands down his stomach and onto his muscular back. I lightly kissed his collarbone before licking his right nipple and moving across to his left nipple. I breathed in his scent – woodsy and clean. I looked back up to his green eyes, and he cupped my face with his right hand to hold me in place while he kissed me. Meanwhile, his left hand was rubbing my chest before sliding down the back of my jeans to grip my ass. Both of my hands went to his groin – one massaging his balls and one slowly jerking his hard cock.  

I pulled back and dropped to my knees onto the cold, hard floor. I was at eye level with his cock and balls. I leaned in and took one ball into my mouth and gently massaged it with my tongue and then did the same with the other. I pressed my face into his trimmed pubes while continuing to slowly jerk him off, breathing in his masculine, clean scent. I licked up the length of the shaft while his hands lightly held my head. My tongue circled the head before I swallowed his cock, all the way to the base so I could smell him again. I rhythmically worked up and down his cock, occasionally slowing down to circle my tongue around the head, continuing to massage his balls. I looked up at his face to see that he was relaxed and softly moaning.   

Suddenly, he effortlessly lifted me to standing and dropped to his knees to take my dick into his mouth and massaged my ass with both hands. After a minute, I felt his finger at my asshole. He stopped and licked his index and middle finger, coating them with his spit. He gently spread my ass cheeks apart and slowly worked a finger in while still slowly sucking my dick. The second finger started to enter my ass. I was in a pleasure I haven’t experienced in a while. His fingers slid in and out, in sync with the blowjob he was giving me.  

“I’m ready,” I said suddenly, fearing I would cum too quickly if he continued.   

He looked up at me. Somehow, he smiled with both his eyes and mouth, and he knew what I meant. He pushed me against the half-wall as he stood, kissing me deeply for a minute before spinning me around. I grabbed the lube I keep in my bag. “You’ll need this. Your cock is big, and it’s been a while.”  

He laughed and squirted lube on his hard cock. He stepped closer to me as he pulled my hips back with both hands. I arched my back, waiting for the pain and pleasure that was ahead. He placed the head of his cock at my opening.  

“Are you ready,” he asked. I nodded my head and exhaled. He slowly pushed forward. I could feel my ass clench, fighting against him. Against me. I want this and my body is going to have to accept it. “You’re tight.”  

I managed to say, “Keep going.” He rubbed my back and guided my hips, and soon my ass was accepting him fully. This stranger had a way of making me feel comfortable and safe that made the pain worth it. His rhythm slowly picked up pace, and he was soon giving me all of his cock as his body slammed against mine. His balls were hitting mine with each thrust, sending a pleasurable tingle up my spine. The pleasure was so great that I could barely moan and breathe. I couldn’t think about anything except how I didn’t want it to end. But he slowed down.  

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to stand tall, turning my head and shoving his tongue down my throat. He said, “Are you ok?” while still slowly fucking me.   

“Yeah, keep going.”  

“You say that a lot, don’t you?” he said before shoving his tongue in my mouth again and picking up speed. He let me go and I bent over again, my back arched. He lifted my right leg and pinned me against the half-wall, somehow managing to get deeper inside me. He was thrusting harder, slamming into me. The ache was pleasure... not pain. I heard the door creak open, and I opened my eyes to see a middle-aged man standing there. He walked past us to a urinal. The stranger fucking me didn’t break pace or rhythm. I’m not sure if he noticed or even cared, so I didn’t care either. I looked back to see his green eyes looking at me, mouth open, softly moaning. The rhythm changed, and pumping deeper and harder, he screamed, “I’m cumming!” And he gave me one last deep, hard thrust that sent us both against the half-wall. With the final thrust and feeling his cum shooting deep inside me, I came on the wall. It took us a minute to regain our strength and composure. He pulled out of me and spun me around to face him again. He grabbed my softening dick and scooped up some of the dripping cum from the head of my dick. He licked my cum off his fingers and then kissed me. He finally let me go and grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser. He took his time cleaning us both up. He kissed me again and he zipped his pants.  

“Give me your phone.” He put his number in and sent a text to his own phone. “I’m Tyler.”  

“I’m Jake.”  

“Nice to meet you, Jake” He smiled as he gave me my phone back and exited the bathroom.   

I moved to the sink to wash my hands. The middle-aged man was still standing there with his pants undone. “No,” I said. “Maybe another time.” I grabbed my bag and ran back to my car. It had stopped snowing, and the sun was out. Tyler’s red SUV was gone.   

I was still trying to process what happened, but I’m glad it happened. I smiled as I pulled out of the parking lot, even though I knew I would probably never see Tyler again.