Date: Wed, 21 Jun 2000 16:40:30 EDT
From: Jake C <jakefl@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Night on the Road

I never intended to look for action as I walked towards the rest-stop men's
room no, I was just looking to take a man-sized piss and be on my way. I had
been driving non-stop for ten hours, and my destination was less than an
hour away, where a warm bed and a hot man awaited.

It was small compared to other facilities I'd seen-just two urinals and a
single stall separated by a flimsy partition with a small glory hole. There
was someone in the stall, but I couldn't see much from my vantage point at
the far urinal. As I started to zip up and leave, I heard the guy in the
stall clear his throat, and when I turned towards the stall, I noticed that
the glory hole was now occupied by about six inches of veiny, hooded cock. A
small drop of precum hanging from the edge of the wrinkled foreskin caught
the light, and I stepped towards the stall to take a closer look. When I was
about to take it in my hand, he pulled back and whispered for me to come
into the stall, and as I closed the stall door behind me, I noticed him
sitting on the toilet.

He was young, maybe 20 or 21 at most, with rumpled clothes and a dark
five-o'-clock shadow that suggested he had been on the road for a while. His
dark green eyes peeked out from under the shadow of a worn baseball cap, and
his thick pink lips formed a hint of a smile. The cock I had seen through
the hole stood at full attention from a thick bush of dark pubic hair,
dribbling copious amounts of pre-cum down the veiny shaft. Almost
instinctively, I dropped to my knees in front of him and took his cock in my
hand.

I was immediately overwhelmed by his scents sweaty balls that had spent
hours cooped up in his wet Jockeys, a few stray droplets of piss that had
landed in his pubic hair, and just a hint of funky ass that arose from
between his hairy legs. I noticed a pungent aroma coming from the foreskin
nipple, and slid the skin back to find its source. His massive cockhead
glistened with pre-cum and bits of cockcheese, and the musky cockscent that
was once just a hint now filled the cramped stall. I licked his cockhead
until it shined, and then grabbed his muscular hips and forced his cock into
my mouth.

As I worked his thick  meat, he moaned almost non-stop, occasionally
grunting "Suck my meat, dude" or "Eat my cock". His noises, combined with
the wet slurping sounds of my mouth on his pole, were almost deafening in
the small room, and though anyone else in the room would have immediately
known what we were doing, I could have cared less. I begin pumping his cock
with my hand in time with my sucking, and the increasing flow of precum made
it clear that his load was not long in coming.

Abruptly he stood up from the toilet. Grabbing me by the arms, he seated me
in his place, and stood before me, shucking his remaining clothes. His
sweatshirt came off to reveal rounded pecs and a flat tummy, both covered
with a substantial coating of dark, straight hair. As he turned and dropped
his Jockeys, his beautifully rounded ass, covered with the same dark fur as
his chest, winked at me invitingly.  By that point, my cock was practically
tearing through my jeans, and I quickly undressed, leaving us both naked and
throbbingly hard.

He again pushed me down on the seat, and before I could react, he had
straddled my hips and pushed his ass down onto my cock.  I felt my cockhead
move through the forest of ass-hair and bump up against his sticky hole, and
with one quick shove I was inside of him. As he moved his ass up and down on
my cock, I leaned down and began to suck on the tiny nipples that protruded
from his chest hair, and then let my tongue roam into his fragrant pits. We
rocked together almost as a unit, pouring sweat onto each other, smelling
the man-scents that rose around us like a fog. As I felt his hole tighten on
my cock, I pulled his head down to mine, and roughly forced my tongue into
his mouth, which smelled of cigarettes, beer, and desire. I could hear the
slippery noises made by his wet, funky foreskin as his hand stroked it
faster and faster, and I knew he wouldn't last much longer.

His ass suddenly clamped down on my cock as globs of his thick, white sperm
blasted all over me, plastering down my chest hair. After a moment, he rose
off my cock, stood up, and began to dress, and as I watched in amazement, he
tipped his cap and left the stall, leaving me with a unfulfilled hard-on
scented by his ass-juices. Using his load as lube, I beat myself off and
soon spewed what was probably the largest load of my life on my legs, my
chest, the stall walls, and virtually everywhere else. When the spasms had
at last ended, and I was once again able to breathe, I wiped up the mess
with my discarded shorts, and made my way out into the night, out to roll
for one last hour.

Our scents lingered on those shorts for months, and even though they have
faded over the last few years, I still take them out of their hiding place
from time to time and smile at the memory. Having a wonderful man to share
your life with is a great thing, but everyone is entitled to a special
secret or two.


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  2000 Jake L Prod.