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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An October night, but unusually warm.

I arrive at the area and scope it out to see if there are any guys walking the path or sitting out on the tables.  I don’t see anyone so I decide to get out, walk along the cars and trucks parked in the lot, and check out the scene.  There are a few cars empty, which means either there are drivers in the rest room or drivers out cruising.  I hope for the latter.  I hate tea room action.  I like my sex naked and in the open air.

Out back, under the oak trees down toward the entrance ramp I spy two men where they are silhouetted by a car’s headlights.  They’re obviously pulling on each other’s cocks and not getting what they want.  As best I can make out, one is about 5’9” with a crew cut and short beard, hefty, with big shoulders and massive arms in a flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off.  A bear.  The other is taller, tight-bodied and lean, sort of a cowboy type, in boots, jeans, and a white T-shirt.  Probably two truckers who think they’re straight. 

I decide that they need my help.

As I walk toward them I slowly strip off my shirt, drop my shorts, and step out of them.  I leave both in a pile on the grass.  From about 20 feet away I stand in the open area, lit by the glow of the lights in the parking lot.  I don’t care if anybody sees me. It feels so good to naked outside.

After  a moment I walk closer to the two guys, who, noticing me for the first time, stop their mutual stroking and act as if they’re embarrassed by what they’re doing.  Never mind that their hard cocks are jutting out of their jeans and I’m standing there stark naked.  Without saying a word, I walk up to them, squat down between them and pull them closer to me by their butts.  They’re a bit surprised, but now I have two cocks all my own—one thick and one thin, both drooling with pre-cum and hard—and they don’t seem to mind.  I take one of the cocks in my mouth, caressing the head with my lips and making a full circle around the crown, then taking the head in my mouth, all the while stroking the other.  Then, not meaning to play favorites and wanting both, I switch back and forth, alternating between the two in my own private comparison test of these two fine specimens.  I can’t decide which I like better so finally I take both in my mouth as best I can, taking them down as far as I can and fondling their balls with my hands. 

I’m in heaven.

The guys respond with soft, guttural moans and grunts and whispers of “Whoa, yeah, suck it.,” and “Fuck, that feels good.”  I manage, while busy with my mouthful, to push their bodies together until their faces are inches apart.  They seem new to kissing, but who could resist in such proximity?  They’re clearly getting turned on and sure enough, they pull off their shirts, unbuckle their belts, and push down their jeans and sweaty jock straps  to give me full access to the job I’m doing, and start to deep tongue each other. 

I’m such a good matchmaker.

I can’t get enough of their dicks in my mouth so I resort to licking their balls and diving in underneath to their perineum, their hard shafts bouncing on my forehead as I work that sensitive area behind their balls.  Back and forth, giving equal time to each.  The guys are still sucking face, whimpering, breathing hard, and grunting as I work their crotches.  Now they start to stroke their shafts, slick with my spit and ready to erupt at any moment.

And with a couple of final grunts and a loud shout from the cowboy, man, do they erupt, both of them simultaneously shooting big, hot, sloppy splashes of cum on my naked back.   I feel it running down to my ass and settling down into my crack as I stand up.

The two of them are still locked face to face.  Finally, the cowboy backs off and says “Fuck, man, that was hot.  I’ve never cum so hard in my life.  You earned a good blow ”  He drops to his knees and starts mouthing along one side of my cock.  The other follows suit,  and takes up the other side—four lips sliding along the full length of my increasingly hard shaft. 

Then the bear dives low and starts fondling my balls in his mouth.  I feel his rough beard on my inner thighs as the cowboy takes me down his eager throat.   It turns out these guys know exactly what they’re doing.  I’m getting close to climax with their work, a fantastic deep-throat blowjob up top and a ball-wash below that’s driving me crazy.  Meanwhile the two of them are stroking their dicks up hard again and breathing hard.   Both are making happy noises of contentment like, “Mmpf, mmpf” and it’s clear that we’re all getting close.  I don’t want the pleasure to end but I hear grunts from both and feel hot blobs of cum on my bare feet.  I pull my cock out of the cowboy’s hot mouth and with one or two strokes I let go three shots on his face.  My turn to shout.

After catching our breath we all stand and share a three-way kiss.