Date: Thu, 23 Apr 2009 14:34:25 -0800
From: Doug Jones <dougjones671@inbox.com>
Subject: The Rest Area in Mississippi

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The Rest Area in Mississippi

About 10 years ago when I was stationed in Mississippi, I lived in Biloxi.
I worked in Pascagoula, but lived in Biloxi so I would have to take the 25
mile drive every day to work.  Since I took it so often, I learned a lot
about that stretch of road.

I had to go into work one Saturday morning for something not too important
so I didn't have to go in too early or wear my uniform.  It was kind of
cool for that time of the year so I put on my sweatpants and a sweatshirt.
I strolled into work about 0900 and took care of whatever it was I had to
do.  They were serving lunch at the time so I grabbed a quick bite to eat
and then left to go home.  I was only about 31 at the time, so it seemed
like I was constantly horny.  I was married to a very sexy woman who would
screw me every night, but I still liked it at all times of the day and what
she didn't know, was that I also liked it in ways she couldn't provide.
One of my other stories from living there was meeting this older couple
from a swinger's magazine and then going back to their house in Mobile, AL
and fucking the big titted wife while the husband watched and took
pictures.  That is a different story though.  Another way my wife couldn't
provide for me was fucking me in the ass.

I was feeling particularly horny this morning and I was glad I got out of
the office because I was afraid my hard-on would show through my sweat
pants.  I made it out of there without anybody noticing and got into my car
and headed west.  I knew if I could wait until I got home, I could get some
pussy from my wife, but I was feeling like something different this
morning.  I knew there was a rest stop on the way home, so I decided to
stop there and see if there were any truckers working this fall, Saturday
afternoon.

I pulled into the rest stop and even though I didn't notice any trucks, I
did see several cars.  If I would have seen that many cars on a Saturday
night, I would have assumed something entirely different, but since it was
during the day, I assumed it was regular travelers stopping to relieve
themselves as they drove west.  I parked away from the restroom building,
next to the edge of the rest area and walked into the bathrooms.  My
assumptions about who was there were partially confirmed when I noticed
several Louisiana license plates (people driving home), and several older
couples hanging out at the vending machines.  Regardless, I did have to use
the restroom so I went inside the building and found the mens' room.  It
was good to go inside because the warm air from the heaters felt good on
this particularly cool day.  I didn't notice anybody hanging out inside the
restarea information area as I entered the building so I didn't think there
would be anybody inside the restrooms either.  I liked this rest area
because it had the double doors into the restroom.  You had an outer door
that was kind of squeaky, and then you had another door that opened to the
actual restroom.  The squeaky, outer door is always a good alarm to warn if
anybody is coming.

As I entered the restroom, there was one old man washing his hands and one
person in one of the stalls.  That person had taken the stall farthest away
from the sinks and door, which is the one I would normally take when I was
checking things out, so I took the one next to it in the middle.  I walked
in, latched the door and pulled down my sweatpants to take a seat.  As I
was lowering my sweats, I noticed a good sized pre-cum stain on them.  It
was a good thing I left work when I did.  My dick wasn't hard anymore, but
there was a lot of pre cum.  As soon as I sat down, I heard the old man
walk out so it left only me and the person next to me.  I took a look at
the shoes of the person to see if there was anything I could tell about
him, but the white, K-swiss tennis shoes weren't very revealing of
anything.  I did notice he had on black, colored briefs, so maybe he was a
little wild. LOL.  At least they weren't tightie whities like mine.

I sat there for a while and played with myself and listened for anybody
else to walk in.  I couldn't tell if the person next to me was there for
what I was.  I t could have been the noise of me playing with myself or
anything else, but something made the guy next to me start tapping his
foot.  That is generally the sign that the person is interested in doing
something.  These stalls were nice, but they didn't have any glory holes,
which meant we wouldn't be able to do anything there.  There was a little
peephole in the wall, but it wasn't really even big enough to see who the
other person was.  I looked and looked, but couldn't see a thing.  I
finally did notice the person had written a note on a small piece of paper
that said come with me outside.  I heard him pull up his pants and leave
the restroom and I soon did the very same thing.  Once I exited the second
door, I noticed a middle aged black man standing there and as I looked down
at his shoes, I could tell it was the man that had been sitting in there
next to me.  He was looking at the map on the wall like he was trying to
get some information, as I walked outside to the vending machine.  As I was
putting money into the machine to get a soda for the drive home, he walked
out, walked past me and grabbed his crotch.  It was too obvious, but since
I was looking for it, I noticed it.

He headed towards the general area of my car on the edge of the rest area.
There was another truck over there that must have been his.  I watched as
he headed towards his truck and once he made sure nobody was watching,
stepped into the trees next to the parking area.  I immediately headed
towards my car and as I got to it, I could see him standing in the trees.
I opened up my passenger door to put the Diet Coke inside and look around
to make sure nobody was watching.  Nobody was.  I shut my door and walked
to him.

There was a little embankment in the trees, so you could stand up and see
the entire rest area without anybody really noticing.  He had stepped in
far enough so he was completely out of sight.  I did the same.  Once I got
to him, he said hello and started unbuckling his pants.  He said he didn't
have much time because he had to get home to his wife.  That made me feel
better because I was in the same situation.  He unbuckled his belt, and
pulled his pants down revealing a nice, big, juicy black cock.  I quickly
got on my knees and started sucking his cock.  It didn't take him long to
get rock hard because he had been playing with himself in the restroom
also.  His cock filled my mouth.  It was very, very nice.  I sucked on him
for a little while and thought he was going to cum, and then he made me
stop.  He told me to stand up and pull my own sweats down.  I did that and
my cock sprang out like a spring.  He just walked up to me and started
stroking my cock a little.  I thought he was going to suck it, but I soon
found out he was there to cum himself.  He asked me if I fucked to which I
said "Of Course".

He didn't need to hear any more and I didn't need any coaxing.  He pulled
my sweats down the rest of the way to my ankles and turned me so I faced
the parking lot.  He got behind me and pulled his own pants down to his
ankles too.  He told me to get on my elbows which was easy because we were
standing on a little bit of a hill.  It seemed like I was completely bent
over but I was standing up with my elbows on the ground in front of me.
The top of my head was just high enough so I could see the entire parking
lot and he stood behind me with his swollen, black tool standing at
attention.  I asked him if he had a rubber, which he said he didn't and I
don't know what came over me, but I said as long as he had lube, he was
going to be able to fuck me.  I told him I was in the military and was
tested regularly and he said he liked that.  (I am tested regularly and
even with the rare BB times, I am still good to go).  I was on my arms so I
could see behind me really easily.  I saw him bend down to get the lube out
of his pockets and watched him spread it on his beautiful cock and then
drip some drops on my ass.  He rubbed it on my asshole and used his oily
fingers to coat the inside of my hole.  Even his fingers were big.  Once I
was coated thoroughly and his cock had plenty on it too, he asked me if I
was ready.  I said "Yes, just fuck me".  His cock was at the perfect height
to enter my ass without having to bend his own legs.  He poked his swollen
head at the entrance and gently began easing it in.  It hurt at first so I
told him to stop.  He didn't pull it out, but he did stop trying to go any
farther.  I finally got used to it and told him to fuck me again.

He finally eased his cock all the way in and without moving any, he reached
around with his lube coated hand to play with my cock.  I made him stop
because I knew I would cum too quickly.  He pulled his hand away and then
put his hands on my hips.  He held me by my hips as he started rocking his
cock in and out.  I rested on my elbows and watched the parking lot and
then watched him as he fucked me good.  His long cock pressed just right on
my prostate and and my tight ass squeezed down on his cock.  I could tell
he was about to cum and I knew I was about to.  He started moaning and
telling me my ass was better than his wife's pussy.  He fucked me, and
fucked me and started making faces.  He finally erupted into my ass and
started to stop, but I told him to go just a little more.  His cock never
seemed to soften so he kept in in my ass and then finally I busted my nut
all over the ground without even touching myself.  It felt fantastic.

He could tell I was done from the pile of cum on the ground, so he pulled
his cock out. He kind of smacked me on my ass and thanked me.  Before I
knew it, his pants were up and he was getting in his truck.  Meanwhile, I
had an ass full of cum so I just squeezed my cheeks together, pulled up my
pants and headed back to the restroom.  I made it inside without spilling
any and wiped myself clean of all cum, and little bit of blood, before I
headed home to my wife and dog.  It was nice to be a family man.