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 half busy tonight—only two or three cars, but an especially large number of semi trucks all lined up, some of them running their engines for the air conditioning, but most not. I’m sitting at a picnic bench just taking in the scene and checking out who might be here to play. There’s a moon tonight, not full, but very bright—enough to see who might be looking for fun.

A car pulls up and parks, a compact four-door sedan so bland it could be any of one of several brands. Its lights go out and the engine shuts off. After a few minutes a man gets out, a very nerdy looking guy in dark pants, white shirt, brown sandals, and dark-framed glasses. He looks nice enough, an accountant maybe, or a social studies teacher. He’s short and a little overweight, not fat but not very fit either. He has a bit of a belly above his belt.

I’m sitting 50 feet away and see him cross over to the men’s room and go in. To my surprise, after less than thirty seconds he comes out, not having stayed long enough to take a piss, and walks over toward me. As he passes by he says “Yawannablowjob?” in a low voice and keeps moving without stopping for an answer. I watch him as he retreats to the wooded area at the back, stepping over the wire fence and moving out of sight into the shadows.

Of course I follow him. I’m intrigued.

I see him walk down a trail I’d never noticed before, and I follow him into a small clearing I had no idea existed. When I reach the clearing I can see him sitting on a fallen tree trunk, naked, except for his sandals. He’s taken off his shirt, neatly folded next to him with his glasses on top, and is sitting on his pants placed under him on the tree trunk. His legs are spread wide, his hands are on his knees. From his crotch hangs a surprisingly big slab of a dick, clean-shaved.

I move in, tug down the waistband of my shorts, and pull out my dick.

“I’ll only blow you if you strip down,” he says.

Hey, fine by me. I’m not shy about nudity. So I drop my shorts and toss them to the side, pull off my shirt, and present my now stiff cock to him for the blow. And what a blow it is. This ordinary-looking nerdy guy has incredible technique, tickling my shaft with his tongue as he simultaneously takes me in and pulls off me in long slow sucks, swirling the head each time he reaches the tip, and humming in a low tone all the time. I feel like his humming is making me vibrate, starting from my dick and traveling all over and it isn’t long before I’m slamming his face and pumping cum into him.

As I finish, my legs are shaking and I’m gasping for air, and so excited, so needing a fat cock in my mouth that without thinking I drop down on my knees, grab his cock and swallow it down, trying my best to return the favor of the fantastic blow he’s just given me. He’s obviously not expecting my action and says “Oh my! Oh! My!” as I tickle his shaft and swirl his head with the best repeat I can give him of the blow he’s just given me. Soon he’s standing with his back arched and thrusting his hips into my face, eager to get more of his cock into my warm mouth. I’m in heaven for a second time having his fat shaft down my throat. In a minute or so I feel like he’s getting close so I start to hum the way he did for me and soon he, too, is pumping gobs of cum, saying “Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh, yesssssss!”

We both fall silent as I come off him, until he says “No one’s ever done that for me. Thank you. My name is Henry.”

Before I can answer a guy steps into the clearing and without saying anything pulls off his shirt, kicks off his shoes, steps out of his jeans and jock and starts to stroke his cock. He’s followed by a second and a third and a fourth guy, all of whom strip off what they’re wearing and start stroking their cocks. It appears that Henry is a well-known attraction here, probably noticed by the presence of his car.

“It looks like it might get busy this evening. I may need your help,” he says.

With that he motions to the first guy in line who steps in close. Without a word Henry starts to work on the hard cock directed to him, giving it the same quality blow that I received, and within two minutes the guy starts to grunt, thrust his hips, and pump a load of cum into Henry who takes it down like a champion until the guy pulls out and walks away without saying a word. I am staring at the whole procedure, until I look up and notice that there are now more than 12 men standing in line, all of them naked and stroking. They’re of all ages and body types and all of them have hard cocks in hand, waiting their turn in silence.

Henry finishes his first blow and motions to me to join him, so I sit next to him and take up the work. Henry starts to blow a thin guy with a smooth body, tight abs and ass, and a long, lean cock. A big bear with a hairy body and big thighs steps up to me with a beer-can monster in hand that’s gotta be 6 inches around or more. It’s a job to take it all in as he grabs my head and smothers me in his crotch but I feel responsible to give him what Henry would and after a few minutes he’s grunting and gushing cum down my throat.

So together Henry and I work through the line of men which seems to grow to about 20 guys. None says a word. Each steps up to either me or Henry, naked, with cock in hand, and we take them down, one by one. Some of them are young guys with balls bursting with fast shots of cum, and some are middle-aged men who know from experience how to get the most out of long blowjob and are still well able to flood a warm mouth or spray a face with jets of cum.

It’s a parade of bodies, a paradise of dicks, and I am reeling in pleasure as one after another steps up for service on his rock-hard cock. I love grabbing onto their butts and feeling up their bodies as they push their cocks into me, and I’m delirious from the masculine scent of their sweaty crotches. Some of the men drop their cum into me; others like to pull out and shoot onto my chest or on my face. It makes no difference to me. Either way satisfies my addiction to sucking off men.

It takes us about an hour to finish the work and by the time we’re done the moon has been hidden by clouds and there’s little light. Henry and I are both covered in sweat and reeking from our efforts. I am totally spent. I’ve got cum in my hair, on my face, and dripping down my body to my cock. We sit for a minute in the semi-darkness until Henry, who I had assumed was a soft, non-sexy nerd, turns to me and says,

“CanIfuckyounow?”