Rest Area Nights

I’m really good at this—cruising for cock at the local rest area on the interstate.  It takes skill in observation, quick judgment, and the willingness to take a risk, and I’ve got them all after years of practice.  I love the hunt.  I never know what to expect, and I’m rarely disappointed by what I find.

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It’s hot and humid tonight, high summer in July.  I’m wearing a tank-top with the sides cut open and my usual loose fitting basketball shorts and sandals I can kick off easily. 

I drive into the area, park on the near end in the shadow of some trees, and wait.  There aren’t too many other vehicles here tonight.  I check if there are any guys walking around in the open area or sitting up on the top of a picnic bench—a sure signal of readiness to play.  The area beyond the rest rooms where the benches are located is on a pathway covered by shade trees and it’s dark.  Tonight I can just make out someone sitting there at a table who might be a prospect, so I get out of the car and walk down the sidewalk by the parked cars, passing beyond where he is and then doubling back on the pathway to circle behind the rest room building.

As I get near to him I can make out that he’s young, sort of baby-faced, stocky, a little overweight maybe, big shoulders, sandy hair in a crew cut.  He’s wearing a T-shirt and cargo shorts, sitting with his legs together and his hands gripped between his knees.  He looks nervous.  I say, “Hey, how’s it goin’?”  “OK,” he replies.  I like what I see—a big, average-looking kid, 20-something.  “It’s a nice night for a walk,” I say, “I’m gonna’ head over to those trees over there.  Come join me if you  want.”  I walk away, turning off the pathway toward the open grassy area that’s back in the direction of  the entrance ramp.  It’s planted with oak trees here and there that make dense shadows underneath.  No one will see me waiting there until they’re about 10 feet away from me.  I turn and look back. 

Bingo.  He’s following me.  I wait.

He comes close, cautiously.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

He stands awkwardly with his hands at his side, breathing a little heavily, obviously not sure of what to do next.  I reach out and bring his hands to my crotch, encouraging him to stroke me through my shorts.

I get hard. 

“You want it?”

“Yes,” he whispers.

He may be shy, he may be nervous, but without another word he drops to his knees, pulls my shorts down to my ankles with both hands, and takes me in his mouth in one plunge.  The kid is obviously hungry for cock and he wants all of mine.

He grabs my ass and pulls me in to his face, bobbing furiously up and down on my shaft like he’s starving.  It feels good but I want this kid to have a full experience.  I want to make love to him, so I pull him up, take his face in both my hands and kiss him full on his lips.  He suddenly grabs the back of head and returns the kiss eagerly opening his mouth to let my tongue in, sucking it in, and breathing heavily through his nose.  This kid is hot, horny, and in need of real man-on-man contact.

I back off, step out of my shorts and pull off my shirt, and after looking around, he does the same.  Tenderly then, I wrap my arms around him in full embrace, stroking his back and his full, firm, smooth buns.  He tenses for a second, then totally relaxes into my arms.  We kiss with tongues.  Our naked bodies and our cocks are pressed together and I can feel his erection growing hard next to mine.  He wraps himself around me tightly, exhales a deep, deep breath, puts his face up to my neck and sighs. 

My turn.  I squat down to his crotch and discover, oh my god, the kid is hung!  His cock is not overly long but it’s gotta be about 6 inches around or more, and rock hard, and with huge balls nestled in a bush of dark blond hair.  I give him my very best cock-sucking technique, slowly licking the tip, then swirling my lips and tongue over and around the head, mouthing the shaft up and down, and finally taking the full length down my throat.  It’s a mouthful of hard, very excited flesh and I can sense that he’s not going to last long.  He’s gasping for air and sure enough, on about my fifth dive in he erupts with a gush of heavy cum that fills my mouth, overflows onto my face, and drips down my chin. 

I hold him in place, waiting until he goes soft. 

Incredibly, he doesn’t.  Instead he starts to pump again, this time taking control, holding my head and fucking my face with quick thrusts.  He’s making little whimpering noises as he pushes in and out, until he says “Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes…” and shoots another blast of hot cum into my mouth.  I swallow it down, holding him in mouth until this time I can be sure he’s finished. 

When he goes soft, I sit back, lean against the tree trunk, spread my legs and hold my stiff rod straight up.  My new friend doesn’t hesitate.  He lies down flat, prone on the grass, buries his face in my crotch, grabs my cock with one hand, sucks me down, and bobs up and down—more slowly than before—and brings me quickly to orgasm.  He pulls off just as I come and I splatter four big gobs of semen on his face.

After a moment of stillness when we both have calmed down he whispers “Oh…wow…,” lays his full body on mine, kisses me softly, and nestles his face against my chest. 

A beautiful encounter.