Date: Tue, 4 Mar 2014 22:09:07 -0500
From: Mark Hankering <mhankering@gmail.com>
Subject: Mark at the travel stop

Mark walks into the travel stop, his dick and balls swinging loosely in his
sweat pants, after he pulls them free from having settled over the past 4
hours.  He stopped outside to stretch, touching his toes several times, and
raising his arms overhead, invoking yoga poses.  With a slight backend,
Mark's junk flays out, uninhibited by underwear.

Once inside, Mark surveys the options, circling around the food court,
glancing at the menus.  He stops at the magazine stand, and looks over the
various publications.  Nothing interests him here.  He needs to pee,
vaguely, he'll start there.

Stepping through the portal to the mens room, he can immediately smell
urine.  Just around the corner, and a bank of urinals stand open.  There is
an edge of crud along the floor, but otherwise the place is fairly clean
for a state-run rest stop.  Mark's dick starts to sing, remembering several
exciting experiences in bathrooms similar to this one.  Mark walks towards
the back of the rest room, an area for sinks, stalls off to the left, and
more urinals at the back. The place is nearly empty, save for a couple
closed stalls. Mark circles until he is back at the front urinal.  By now,
his dick is nearly fully hard.  He stands at a urinal, and pulls out his
meat.

Not quite ready to piss yet, Mark gives his pecker a couple tugs.  It jumps
in his hand, but he isn't ready to blow a load yet either.  He strokes,
very slowly, and waits.

Two teenage boys come in, laughing to eachother and joking around.  They
line up at the two urinals to his right.  Mark shakes imaginary drops from
his dick, and puts it into the waistband of his sweatpants.  As he turns to
go wash his hands, he gets a peek at one small dick on his immediate right.
He washes his hands, watching the two young men out of the corner of his
eye.  After they've finished up and flushed, they begin talking and
laughing again, and walk out of the room.

Mark returns to the urinal, and pulls his rock-hard dick back out.  He
couldn't help but imagine slipping his hands into the tight jeans of those
teen boys.  The veins in Mark's dick pop and throb, and he uses just three
fingers and the slightest pressure to maintain such a heightened state of
pleasure.

Soon after those boys left, another boy swings the door back open and
another young man walks in, and again takes a urinal one over to Mark's
right.  The boy appears younger than the other two, but much cleaner cut,
with a braided leather belt and slacks.  Mark begins to piss, the urine
spraying under high pressure and at odd angles, but making the requisite
noise.

The boy pulls out his own dick from the fly of his pants, working through
his boxers to free his cockhead.  He holds his smooth and average dick with
his right hand, giving a good long drink of a view to Mark, though not
intentionally.  The boy seems to be concentrating hard on his work, or
trying very hard to look around, thereby missing one of the great joys of
public bathrooms.  Mark continues to look, through until his stream starts
to sputter out.

"It's a beautiful day out there, huh?"  He says, loud enough to clearly be
talking to the young man.

The boy looks up as if from a daze, looking towards Mark, then away, and
then back again.  His eyes pause at Mark's noticeably, undeniably hard
dick, then up at Mark.  Mark shakes his dick after the last few dribbles.

"Yeah, it's nice."  The boy replies.  His eyes return to Mark's dick.  And
then back to his own.  His own growing dick.  Noticeably growing dick.

"You don't say."  Mark says, absently, obviously giving his dick a courtesy
shake.

"Yeah" The boy says, not quite looking at Mark, but giving himself a good
stroke that does more to stimulate than to shake loose the last bit of
urine.

"That's a nice dick you got there" Says Mark, going for it.

The boy freezes, then looks at Mark's dick, then up at Mark.

"Didn't mean to scare you" Mark says, unhanding his own dick.



Just then, the door swings open.  The young man quickly zips up, and heads
out the door without washing his hands.  A late middle-aged man steps up to
the urinal one from the left of Mark.

Mark has nothing left to piss, but isn't ready to pack up.

Before the other man even starts pissing, he comments "Kinda hard to change
the oil when you got the engine running."

"Tell me about it" Mark replies, taking a good look at the man and the meat
beside him.

The man is well built, perhaps a bit overweight but certainly manly by any
measure.  His meat is partially obscured by his right hand, but seems large
if not average.

"What are you going to do about it?" The man asks.

"What would you do about it?"

"May I?"  The man says, releasing his own dick and gesturing towards
Mark's.

"Sure.  Go ahead."

"See, I give a few good tugs like this.  You like that?"

Mark involuntarily thrusts his hips towards the loose hand.

"Yeah, I think you get the idea.  Want to take over from here?" He asks,
stopping the stroke.

"No, you're doing a good job."

"Ok.  Want to practice on me?"

Mark reaches over, and makes contact with fingertips to hot cock.  He wraps
his fingers, luxuriating in the feel of another man's dick in his hand.  He
strokes once, and they begin an arrhythmic stroke session.

After a few minutes, Mark offers "You know what else feels good?"

The other man turns his hips at an angle to Mark, and Mark drops in a
squat, lining the hot dick up for his lips and tongue.  He laps at the
underside of the dick, getting the whole underside wet, and tickles the
frenulum with his bottom incisors before puckering his lips, and gently
massaging the corona around with soft yet firm practiced lips.

"Lets go to the stall" The other man says, and heads to one, barely
bothering to cover his swinging manmeat.

Once in the stall with the door closed, Mark drops back to his knees,
working to suck out the thick manjuice from this thick gentleman.  Amongst
the pubes, Mark's nostrils flare as he takes in the faint smell of piss and
the memories of the different dicks he's fucked and sucked in stalls like
this one.

All too soon, this gentleman begins thrusting to Mark's face, then grabbing
behind his head to hold him close and choke him on his engorged dick.  Mark
hums, deep and guttural, and the man above moans and sighs loudly, and
begins launching load after load, thick as Mark expected it and twice as
satisfying.  It isn't until nearly a minute later Mark can taste it, the
dick sliding back out of his still hungry mouth.  Mark stands up, pushes
the man down onto the toilet, and rapidly pumps his own dick, just below
eyelevel of this stranger.

The man looks up to Mark, perhaps a bit sheepishly, domicile.  Mark slides
his hand across the gentleman's face, running his thumb into his mouth.
The man bites on his thumb gently, and sucks on it lightly.  Mark moans, a
fast orgasm jumping up from him, clamping his prostate.  On his toes, the
second contraction launches splooge out across, onto this man's face,
moustache.  The second shot lands on his collar. The third on his shirt
front.  The fourth and fifth land on his pants, and end to a slow drip,
hanging, and shaken free by Mark.

The man reaches for toilet paper, and wipes off his face.

"Thank you" Mark says.

"No, thank you."  The man says, looking up to Mark.

"Enjoy the rest of your day."  Mark says, and washes his hands before
heading back outside.