Date: Mon, 22 May 2006 14:12:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeremy D <jeremyduz@yahoo.com>
Subject: Resting by the Roadside

I was driving west through North Carolina on the
interstate after the end of spring semester.  I had
chosen my route to stop at a particular roadside rest
that Cruisingforsex had listed as having plenty of
action.  I was fascinated by the info that sometimes
guys wandered around naked looking for a hookup. This
was several years ago, just after my freshmen year.  I
was still 17 and was having a hard time getting over
my feelings that I shouldn't be gay.  But I was horny
except when I was really horny. I wasn't sure I was an
exhibitionist, but I sure wanted to find out. And I
was sure I needed to blow a goodlooking guy ASAP.
Probably more than one.

I was really, really nervous, my hands and feet would
start trembling and that made the car hard to drive.
It was only about 10:30 and the posting on Cruisin
said things heated up late.

Finally I saw the sign announcing the roadside rest.
I thought I was going to drive off the highway into a
ditch my hands were shaking so much.  I got to the
reststop and drove down into it.

It was really dark, except up by the restroom, which
had lights.  I decided to sit abit and get a sense of
the place.  There were a lot of cars, but only 2-3 big
rigs.  While I was watching another couple of cars
came in, the guys got out and started walking to the
back. One had one guy in a pair of shorts, the other
had two guys, one seemed to have a jock, the other
nothing.

I was boned big time.  The third time a car came in I
started stripping.  Off came my shoes and socks.
Another car came in, while the driver of the third was
walking back, wearing a pair of shorts.  The fourth
driver got out and walked back.  Off came my shirt and
undershirt.  I sat there for awhile, but nobody came
in.  I took my pants off anyway, slid down and over my
ankles quick before I changed my mind.  I had boxer
briefs on.  They sort of looked like shorts.  I was
too scared to take them off.  I threw all my other
clothes under the front seat and got out, went round
back and got some sandals from the trunk.

I started walking for the trees.  Another car came in,
parked close to the bathrooms, and the driver got out
and hurried up and into them.  He looked pretty good
-muscular and fit, but a bit stocky.  Kind of a
problem cause I am tall.  Still, better a cock in the
mouth than 3 in the bushes.  So in I go.

There is a guy, seems about 30-35 at the urinal.  Has
bermudas and dog tags but nothing else on. Nice face -
kind and very sexy.  I go into a stall, drop my undies
and hang them up on the hook.  I hope this is pretty
compromising cuz I am not being coy here.  He looks
over and starts stroking.  I am wanting it bad.  So I
open the door a little.  He walks over to the sink and
starts washing his hands.  I am nervous - he looks
like a young Marine dad, not a marine daddy.  I let my
mouth hang open a bit. I figure he will either think I
am a retard, or ready to suck his cock.  And I luck
out, its ready to suck his cock.  He pushes his way
into the stall and pushes his way into my mouth.  I
start licking and slurping away with lots of energy.
He moans appreciatively. Good, I've been wanting this
alot and there is nothing like a satisfied customer.
He begins thrusting down my throat and I start
gagging.  I have a hard time getting my throat open
for fucking.  He doesn't care clearly, and pushes his
way into my throat vigorously, with me spasming and my
eyes watering (I didn't think they actually did that,
but mine are doing it), but basically really liking
sucking on him.  Sticky fluids start leaking out of my
mouth, down my chin, and onto my left leg. He stops
mouth fucking me and lets me suck on him.

"Eat it, cockmouth.  You like that?"

"mmphsyethmpphthir"

I actually like talking with my mouth full -think its
sexy -  but when you are being mouth fucked, its hard
for me, so I can only do it when he's letting me do
the work.

Suddenly he grunts and starts spooging my mouth
vigorously.  I let all of the first two blasts run out
of my mouth.  Then I pull off his dick.  The next
blasts hit my eyebrow, left cheek, upper lip, lower
lip, and my forehead again.

He twitches my underwear off the hook and vanishes out
the door.  I stand up and walk over to the mirror.
What I see is a naked, skinny-but-fit 6'5" guy with
major spooge glop all over his face and a shiny area
right around his mouth. I still have an erection, too.
 Yipes.

I walk out into the parking area of the rest stop and
go over and park my naked butt on a picnic bunch.
Where to next?  Back to my car and beat off, or on
into the bushes?  I like the idea of walking around
naked on a hot summer night.  I am already sweaty and
sticky, and I must have major cum breath.  But do I
have the courage?