Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 18:15:13 -0500
From: Hank Yager <hankyager@outlook.com>
Subject: One Eyed Jack

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction based solely on the fantasies of
the author. It does not depict safe sex practices. It contains graphic
depictions of sexual encounters between adult men. Any similarity to any
persons, places, or events is entirely coincidental and unintentional. If
you have moral objections to such material or if it is illegal where you
live do not read it.

This story is the property of the author. Comments are welcome:
hankyager@outlook.com

One Eyed Jack

About three times a year I have to travel several hundred miles for work.
Because I often need to go to a number of stops, many of which are in
smaller cities I usually drive. This past summer I had finished up one such
trip and was about a day's drive from home. With no stops or appointments I
was able to set a more leisurely pace and stop at each and every rest stop
to see what might be seen at the bathrooms.

Lots of places have put up those annoying barriers between the urinals but
I was lucky enough to be going through several states that were too cheap
-- or have some well-placed elected official who enjoy a view of cock -- to
slap a slab of stainless steel up.

I should say right off that mostly I just look. I think cruising bathrooms
is pretty dangerous but sneaking a sideways look at a dick hanging out a
few inches from yours is pretty hard to resist. And I have come to believe
that if you can actually see a man's prick as he is peeing beside you it is
only because he wants you to. Most fellows are pretty good at standing
close to the urinal, blocking their cock with their hands or turning
slightly aside if they don't want to show it off. And if you just sorta
look to the side and don't stare unless you are sure the attention is
welcome you are usually pretty safe. And as I said, I'm mostly a looker.
Once, many years ago I reached over and fondled a guy who was beating off
for me but only when I was sure we were alone and that he wanted me to feel
him up.

This day however I was just planning to see what I could see. I pulled into
the first rest stop I came to beside a black car. The driver was just
getting out, a white haired guy who looked to be about 60. He had a rugged
but attractive face and was wearing pullover shirt and shorts. I let him
get a few paces ahead of me and followed him into the john. It was one of
the smaller places, three urinals, two flat against the wall and one "open"
one between them. I let him walk up to one of the wall ones. I was glad to
see that he took the one to the right of the open one. Most men are right
handed and if you stand to their right their hand, holding their prick
blocks your view. I took the other wall one, unzipped, took out my cock and
glanced sideways. He had pulled his out the side of the leg of his shorts,
was, peeing and in full view. He was not huge but it was a nice size and he
was not making it hard for me to get a look. I glanced away from his dick
and up at his face. He was not looking at the wall, he was looking over at
me. I moved my hand so he could see my dick and looked back at his. He
finished peeing and shook it but did not put it away. Instead he slid back
the foreskin and let go of it completely, just letting it hang there. I
shook mine and looked at his face again. He was still watching my cock
which was about to stiffen up. Someone walked in and he flipped his back
into his pants and walked out. The guy that took his place was one who
almost climbed into the urinal to keep you from seeing so I washed my hands
and left too. When I got to my car my pee buddy was in his buckling his
seat belt. He pulled out and I followed him, noting that his license plate
was from a state even further away than mine. I kept him in my view for a
while but soon lost him in the traffic.

At first I thought the next rest area was going to be a bust. I usually
wait until I see someone I find attractive but at this one I really had to
pee so I took what I could get, a quick glance at a young daddy (as in
mini-van full of kids) type as he shook it and tucked it back in his pants.
His was small and uncut but I saw little else. Just as I was getting ready
to zip up and go a lanky guy in a white shirt and jeans stepped up to take
the daddy's place. He was probably 65 or so, He pulled his cock out and
never seemed to notice me looking over at him as he drained it. He then
skinned it back, gave it a few flicks and tucked it away. I also put mine
back in my pants and washed my hands at the sink beside him. He never gave
any sign that he had noticed me even though I held the door for him as we
left.

At my third stop, I stood by a tall skinny guy with a grizzled beard and
ball cap. I had watched him arrive in a pick-up with his wife and teenage
daughter. He came in, unzipped his pants, hung out a long uncut cock and
rested one hand on the wall above urinal, the other on the handle. He was
clearly showing off so I felt free to watch. He never looked over, just
peed. When he finished and stood dribbling a moment then flushed, shook it
off and shoved it into his pants.

As I was leaving a young trucker type came in followed by a forty something
yuppie with graying hair, sunglasses hanging out of his tee shirt collar
and wearing shorts and sandals. I thought the yuppie was fairly attractive
but as I had just "peed" I had no reason to go back to the urinal with
him. My car was parked facing the door of the men's room this time so I
decided to wait a bit and see if I could chance a second visit a bit
later. The trucker came out followed soon after by the yuppie. I expected
to see him head for a Prius and a wife but he stood outside the door
stretching. He had really nice legs. It was early summer and I was glad to
see men back in shorts again, He leaned against the building, took out a
cell phone and made a call. Since I could enjoy his legs while pretending t
read a map I did so. About five minutes later another twenty something
trucker type headed up to the bathroom. The yuppie stopped his call and
followed him in. "No way I thought, is he cruising young truck trade??" I
got out of my car and went in. Sure enough, in a long row of urinals the
yuppie is standing right by the young trucker. I went one down from the
yuppie who was looking right over and down at the truckers crotch. The
yuppie was standing back so that, should he care to look, the trucker could
see him hard and beating it. The trucker didn't seem to notice but I was
enjoying the yuppie's hard one. He was stroking it slowly and had it
amazingly hard for such a short time playing with it. It was about 6
inches, skinny with a nice purple head.  The trucker left and the yuppie
looked over at me. I stood back to let him see mine as I pointedly
continued to watch his but I knew I was not his type. He looked, stroked
himself a couple more times and stuffed his hard-on back into his pants. I
left too and drove away as the yuppie wandered over to the vending
machines, again pretending to talk on his cell phone.

So far I had been having a great day of cock watching.  Seeing the yuppie
play with himself after having spent time admiring his nice hairy legs was
a special treat. And the guy in the baseball cap had been fine too. I
hadn't expected him to be so willing to show off at all. It was afternoon
and the next rest area was the last one before I crossed over into a state
I knew had actual brick walls between every urinal. I pulled into a parking
space and watched for a bit. I didn't really see anyone that interested
me. Finally a guy with Willie Nelson thing going got out of a car and
walked toward the bathroom. I followed but he went into a stall. I went to
the urinals anyway and choose the one of the three on the furthest left. A
man in his late fifties stepped up to the one on the other end. I glanced
at his face, not really attractive but not bad either. Then I looked down
and saw a truly magnificent dick. It was huge, even soft and pissing it was
at least seven inches and while not real thick, it hung heavy in his hand.
The foreskin was pulled back and wrinkled up around the head. He held it
with his thumb and forefinger and pulled back on the foreskin as he peed,
revealing more head and forcing his stream to angle down. Then he let that
gorgeous tool rest on one finger while he emptied what must have been a
very full bladder. I don't know if he saw me looking or not because I never
took my eyes off that beauty from the time I glanced over until he shook it
slid the foreskin back over the head and put it away. He walked out and I
followed him.  Now that his dick was not out, he looked like a rather
nondescript middle age man standing in front of the vending machine. You
would never know that he had in his pants one of the biggest, finest
looking peckers anywhere. I figured after that, it was time to stop cock
watching. I had caught the big one and might as well call it a day.

Of course I was horny as hell as I drove on into the late afternoon. I
actually passed a couple of rest areas. As I said, I knew this state had
major barriers and there was no reason to stop. I did my stretching at gas
stations but just about dusk I needed to pee and pulled into a rest
area. Traffic had died down somewhat and it was pretty empty. I wanted to
dump the remains of my fast food drive through supper so I parked rather
farther down the row from the few cars that were there, near a trash can. I
went in to pee and was back cleaning out my trash when I car pulled in a
few spaces from me. I glanced up and then looked again. It was the same
black car that had been bedside me at the first rest area I had stopped
at. The driver got out and sure enough it was the man with the white hair
and mustache! He didn't notice me and I debated what to do but there was no
point in going in, I wouldn't be able to check him out but I was curious if
he would recognize me. I fiddled with the trash and made sure that as he
came back to his car I was standing by the trash can so he could see me. I
didn't think he was going to acknowledge me at first, he went back to his
car but instead of driving away, reached in for something and walked to the
trash can with an empty soda can. As he approached I nodded to him, and
said "Hello again"

 "Long day's driving?"  He said

"Yeah," I answered "Looks like we've been driving the same road"

He glanced around "I gotta tell you something. All day long, whenever I
thought about you looking over at old One Eyed Jack this morning, why he
would try to crawl out my pants leg to look for you. He just kept popping
up all day long"

I grinned. "The next time he pops up, you tell Jack that I though he looked
fine! I wish I had been able to shake his hand...or" I knew this was
dangerous but I was terribly horny, I found this fellow really attractive
and he was being charming and funny. And it was only verbal banter and
flirting "... maybe even kiss him on top of the head."

"You're about to get him worked up again. If there was a place around here
where I could, I'd let you see how much Old Jack liked you paying attention
to him."

I had a fleeting thought of racing down the road to rent the first motel
room I came to but discarded that. I had to be home tonight sometime and
bedsides I didn't want to wait.

"We need to find a place then" I said. "We can't leave Jack worked up"

He glanced up toward the building. "You want to try and slip into a
stall...?"

"I think that is pretty risky." I glanced around and saw the map on my
dashboard. That was it! Tell you what, let's sit in my car and look at the
map"

He frowned and then caught on. "Yeah..that might work. He walked over to my
passenger door and slid in "I'm Matt"

I told him my name as I got in the driver's seat. He reached for the map,
unfurled it and spread it over his lap. I slid my hand under it and rubbed
his bare hairy leg eventually letting my fingers slide up the leg of his
shorts "Let's see if I can find Old Jack and let him out to play."

I fumbled a bit feeling his balls but was having trouble getting into his
cock. He pushed my hand aside. "Here let me get him" There was a fumbling
under the map and then he took my hand and guided it to the hard cock
sticking up from between his legs. "Meet One Eyed Jack" he said as my
fingers encountered his rigid dick. I took it in my hand and squeezed it.

"Hey there Jack" I said "You feel as good as you look!" He had pulled has
shorts down in front so his balls hung out too. I let my fingers explored
them, loose in the sack. Old Jack was not as big as the beauty I had last
seen, he was about the size of the yuppie's' cock but Jack was in my hand
and that made him better than any of the rest. Matt was making little
growling moans as I squeezed and pumped on Jack.

"That's just what Jack has been wanting all day. I thought I would have to
give it to him tonight but you're doing a better job that I could"

I felt pre cum ooze out and caught some on my finger. I pulled my hand from
under the map and licked it off. "You sure taste good. I'd like to suck you
but I don't know if we can risk that" I said reaching back to rub behind
his balls and then up into his crinkly pubic bush.

"That would be great but this is fine too...real fine"

"I do want to see Jack again tho" I said lifting the map a bit. Matt held
it up and I stared at his erection. It was great, I could see grey hair
sprouting around the base and his balls lay heavy in the sack. "Damn Jack,
you are gorgeous!" I said reaching for it again and stroking it
slowly. "This is what I wanted to do this morning" I said looking a Matt

"I know, I've thought about it all day. I never did this before, you know
at a rest stop...or with another man...

"I usually just look, I've never done it like this either but I can't say
no to Jack here" I said continuing to masturbate him.

"Jack's something else all right" he said "Oh..yeah, rub my balls.."

"Matt, I would really like to feel your ass...can I ? "

"If you want to....sometimes I stick my finger up my ass when I jack
off...would you..."

"You bet, I would love to finger your hole. Push your shorts on down so I
can reach in...."

As he fumbled to get his ass free. I let go of Jack, wet my finger with
spit and slid my hand behind him. I let my finger find his ass crack and
followed it down. He squirmed under the map and arched up a bit. I found
his hole and rubbed it. It was tight but responded to my poking and as my
finger slid in he moaned. I probed and he said "Sweet Jesus that's nice!"

I tried to reach Jack with my left hand but it was awkward to do that and
still appear to anyone that might come by that we were looking at a map. I
was pretty sure that a second look would tell anybody that passed we were
up to something but what little traffic there was went to the several open
spots in front of the main building. And it was now nearly dark out anyway.

"Matt, can you take care of Jack while I finger you? I can't really reach
him..."

"Yeah I got him...don't stop back there, That is so nice...mmmmMMMMMmmmm"

"Tell me when you're almost ready shoot"

"It won't be long" He looked over at me and smiled "But I want to make it
last if I can, this is so good"

With my free hand I was able to grab my own hard dick through my pants. I
knew that I would come just from a few squeezes and tried to wait until he
did. We continued on for a few moments him jerking himself while I finger
fucked his ass. Then Matt whispered "I'm almost there, I'm right at the
edge.

I glanced around. Nobody was nearby. I shoved the map aside and bent over
his lap. I grabbed my own crotch harder and my dick started to shoot. I
sucked his dick into my mouth and ran my tongue over the head, tasting the
pre-cum and smelling the musty man smell of him. As I shot my load in my
pants he moaned again and said "Oh shit, I'm shooting ...suck me, I'm
shooting!"  And he filled my mouth with cum.

I was afraid to linger, I waited until the spasms stopped, slid my finger
out of his ass and sucked the last drops of cum out of him. Then I sat up
and pulled the map back over his lap. His head was laying back and he had
gone limp all over. I lifted my finger to my nose and smelled his ass.

He opened his eyes and looked over at me "That was some kiss you gave Old
Jack!"

"That was a nice load Jack gave me"

"What about you...I guess I should have asked..."

"I creamed my pants just before you unloaded in my mouth"

He was quiet for a moment then reached under the map to pull up his
shorts. He folded the map and tossed it on the dash

"That ought to keep Jack content for the rest of the trip" He said "Thank
you"

"More than happy to do it"

He had his hand on the door handle "Feels like I need to do something more
for you...."

"Playing with Jack was as much fun for me as you."

"You take care then" and he patted my arm "Good bye"

"Bye Matt" I reached over and rubbed his crotch "Bye Jack" I said "You
behave"

He grinned and got out. I watched him get in his car, pull out and drive
away. I followed him. My crotch was sticky and as I drove on home I could
still taste Jack in my mouth and smell Matt on my finger.