Date: Tue, 26 Jan 1999 19:54:57 -0000
From: Woodrow_H@hotmail.com
Subject: Reststop

This is an embellished account of a true incident.  It is not meant to be
read by anyone underage or by persons who are offended by gay male sex.  All
comments are welcomed as are your stories.
Hope you have as much fun reading as I did writing.

E-mail to Woodrow_H@hotmail.com


About 25 years ago I was working as regional sales manager for a small
job shop enterprise.  My territory was the midwestern states from
Indiana to Utah and Canada to Mexico.  The vast bulk of our business
was concentrated however in Indiana, Illinois, and Iowa.
While I had commissioned representatives to do the day-to-day selling,
I spent a great deal of time in the field doing technical consulting
on our products and capabilities.  Since much of the manufacturing in
Iowa is done in rural towns, I spent a lot of time driving in my car
and welcomed the opportunity to use the facilities at the rest stops on
the Interstates.
One afternoon I was travelling from Davenport to Waterloo after a full day
of calls.  About 20 miles west on Interstate 80 I pulled into one of these
rest areas to answer nature's call.  I parked in front of the building that
housed the washrooms and went in.  Another business type was standing at
the urinal as I stepped up and unzipped.  I let out a healthy stream and
was about to put my dick back in my pants when I realized the man was still
standing there.  Shyly and unobtrusively as possible I snuck a peek over
to check him out.  Sure enough, he was holding a stiff piece of meat and
appeared to be enjoying a slow wank!
At the sight of this, surprizingly, my own cock began to extend, and the
fellow looked at me and smiled.  I smiled back weakly and began massaging my
own tool.  Dropping his dick, he turned to me reaching out a tentative hand.
I turned to face him and simultaneously, our hands closed on each other's
cock.  It felt great having him stroke me, and despite myself, I enjoyed the
feel of his velvet covered bat in my hand as well.
Suddenly he let go of me and turned away, walking to the middle stall of
the toilets.  It was obvious he wanted me to follow, and I did hesitantly,
unsure as to how this was going to play out.  (I'd had some male to male J/O
experiences when I was in the Army stationed in California years prior,
but since then had married and was raising a family and never thought of
myself as gay or even bi.  Now I was in a toilet stall in the middle of
the countryside with the penis of a perfect stranger in my hand and mine in
his!)
Once together in the stall, he motioned for me to stand on the toilet seat.
I got up there, and he immediately went down on my now straining 6" cock.
I was about to get from him what my wife had always refused me; a blowjob!
He worked me slowly, pushing his nose to my pubes then drawing back till
his lips just trapped the head while his tongue played tricks with the
underside of it.  A weak feeling stole over the pit of my stomach.  I felt
slightly dizzy and reached out to steady myself on the wall of the stall.
I began to spurt.  Unfazed, my man greedily swallowed all he could,
milking me with his lips until every last drop was expressed.  As his
mouth came off my cockhead my knees buckled and the fellow had to steady me
to keep me from falling.
Stepping down from the toilet seat, I zipped my pants over my shrunken
cock and stepped around him, exiting the stall.  There was a trucker standing
at the urinal who gave me a strange look as I walked out of the building.
I sat in my car waiting for my man to come out of the building.  After
several minutes, I grew curious as neither man had come out.  Returning to
the building, I quietly opened the door.  No one was in sight!  The
trucker must be enjoying what I just had in the toilet stall.  This guy
must be an insatiable cocksucker I thought.
I went back to the car, and after a few minutes the two men emerged from
the building.   The trucker walked briskly to his rig while the man
approached my car.  I opened the window.
"Nothing like a double header," he said with a smile.
"I sure enjoyed the first game," I said grinning back at him.  "Do you get
to play often?"
"Often enough."  He changed the subject.  "I see you have out of state tags.
Are you driving home or staying over?"
"I'm headed for Waterloo."
"That's a coincidence, so am I.  Where are you staying?"
I wasn't sure what to say, suddenly cautious.  For all I knew he might be a
robber or a crazy man bent on mischief, though he seemed personable enough.
Perhaps sensing my reluctance, he stuck his hand through the window.
"My name's Ed" he said as we shook, "I'm a traveling salesman and have a
room booked at the Ramada."
That set me at ease enough to admit that I had a room reserved at the same
motel.  I gave myself the name "Ralph", though my real one is Jack.
"Have you stayed there before?  I don't recall seeing you around."
"No, I'm new to this territory and haven't really travelled it all that
much."
"Well," he said smiling broadly, "welcome to Iowa!  Why don't you follow
me to the motel?  Perhaps we can enjoy a drink together?"
Again I felt a little trepidation, but agreed to follow him and trailed him
back onto the Interstate.
Traffic was light and Ed locked right on the speed limit.  I followed about
an eighth of a mile behind him.  With an hour and a half to my own
thoughts, I couldn't help entertaining ideas of what the reprise I was sure
he was planning would be like.  Would he expect me to reciprocate?  I wasn't
at all sure I was ready for that.  All I was certain of was that I had
enjoyed handling Ed's cock, and that I loved the feeling of cumming in his
mouth.
It was just dusk when we reached the outskirts of Waterloo, and fifteen
minutes later we were registering at the front desk of the motel.  Ed was
given the key to room 108, while I had to shlepp my stuff to the 2nd floor
to 215.  We each received a coupon good for a drink in the motel bar.
Before leaving the front desk, Ed asked the clerk if anyone from
"Bontemps Enterprises" was registered.  Without even checking the register
cards, the clerk replied that no one was.  I noticed that he had registered
as representing that company and thought nothing more of it.
Once in my room, I switched on the TV.  I was watching the evening news
when the telephone rang.  It was Ed.
"How about that drink?"
"Sure, I'll meet you in the bar in five minutes."
"Great!"  His voice carried the enthusiam and tone of someone who'd just
booked an appoointment with a client to discuss some sort of business
proposition.
Straightening my tie and putting on my suit jacket, I headed for the bar.
Ed was already seated there and I eased onto the vacant stool next to him.
"What line are you in?" He asked me.
"Industrial sales." I replied.
"So am I.  Maybe we have some contacts in common.  You call at Deere?"
I admitted that I did, though I felt the name "Bontemps Enterprises" was a
strange name for a vendor to that firm.  We made small talk about our
various accounts, but learned we knew no one in common.
As we were finishing our drinks, Ed looked around the bar.  It was crowded
with salesmen, dressed pretty much like us, enjoying the cameraderie of
travelling men.
"Would you like to come to my room for an encore?"  Ed's eyes twinkled. "I've
got a bottle of bourbon in my suitcase."
Gin is my preference, but the idea of an "encore" was intriguing.  "I've
got a bottle in my room too.  Why don't I bring it down?"
"Terrific!"  He said. "Room 108."
I returned to my room, fetched the bottle and hurriedly clomped down the
stairs, mildly amused at my eagerness for this new found diversion.
I rapped on the door of 108 and it opened immediately.  There stood Ed,
bourbon and water in hand and wearing nothing but a broad grin!
He was not a large man, maybe 5'8", 160 lbs.  His hair was jet black and
his brown eyes twinkled merrily at me.  Average build with the same "love
handles" I'd begun to notice on myself.  I judged him to be about my age,
just shy of 40.  His body was covered with thick coarse hair, especially
in his pubic region from which his cock was beginning to swell.
"Why don't you join me?"  He said, pointing to the ice bucket and empty
glass on the table.
Taking the hint, I poured three fingers of gin over the rocks and began to
disrobe.  I felt self-conscious at stripping in front of another guy,
especially in light of what I knew he was going to do to me, but I resolutely
kept at it until I was completely nude.
My briefs were the last to go, and Ed whistled admiringly as he gazed at
my physique.  I have decent muscle tone though I'm not a gym fanatic.  I
work out occasionally and it keeps me looking fit.  His eyes were devouring
my cock which was beginning to swell in anticipation.
We sat at the table, sipping our drinks and looking at the TV.  Ed's hairy
leg touched mine and I pressed back against him.  He reached over and
caressed my nipples which responded by growing hard under his touch.  My
cock was now rock hard.  I placed my hand on his knee and felt him jump
slightly.
"Let's go to the bed."  Ed rose from his chair, leaving his drink on the
table.
I walked over and lay down.  He layed beside me and took me into his arms.
Staring into my eyes, he parted his lips, ran his tongue over them, and
pulled my mouth to his.  I'd never been french kissed by another man, though
I found myself enjoying the jousting of tongues while the shadow of his
whiskers scratch on my cheek.
Our cocks met.  I could feel the heat of his alongside mine, and almost
lost it as Ed reached down and gripped them both together.  The feel of his
hairy chest against mine was intoxicating.  We rolled around a bit, then
Ed broke the embrace and shifted his attention to my cock.  He positioned
himself so that his cock was inches away from my face.  I took hold of it,
noting the heavy veining and incredible hardness of his engorgement.
His mouth was repeating the action of the afternoon, though breaking at
intervals to lick my balls and suck them one by one into his mouth.
Excited as I was as my climax began to build, I eyed his thundering
hardon, summoned all my courage, and brought the head to my lips.
As I began to take it in, I tried to repeat the actions causing the
sweet sensations I was feeling.  When I tried to get the length of it
into my mouth, I gagged involuntarily.
"Take it easy," Ed panted, "you'll get used to it."
Both of us were sweating and the room was filled with slurping and
sucking sounds.
Soon I felt my belly tighten and my body go rigid.  Sensing I was on the
brink, Ed buried me to the hilt and slowly drew back.  My cock pulsed and
spurted in his mouth.  My lips released their hold on him as I swooned in
the ecstacy of my climax.
We both relaxed and the desire for further sucking seemed to wane in me.
Nonetheless, I like to think I'm a fair guy, and ought to give pleasure
where I took it, so I went back to it.
After a few seconds, I felt Ed's hands on my head.  His body jerked and
suddenly my mouth was filled with a warm, slightly sour and chalky tasting
fluid.  I pulled off him and received a second spurt on my cheek.  A third
shot caught me on the chin.
Wordlessly, Ed shifted again, placing his lips on mine and kissed me, our
collective sperm mingling in our mouths.  After a few moments, we broke the
embrace and returned to our drinks at the table.
So spent were we from our efforts, we sat there in silence, savoring the
odor of sex that emanated from both of us.  The gin washed the unfamiliar
taste of love juice from my tongue, and I readily agreed when Ed suggested
we dress and get some dinner.
Having experienced two mind splitting blowjobs and having given my first,
I thought there would be no further surprises that evening, but I was to
learn much more.


                                   Motel

Ed and I finished our drinks and decided to shower before dressing for 
dinner.  We had worked up quite a sweat during our tryst and didn't
want to share the smell of all that and the cum with our fellow diners.
The hot water felt delicious on my back, though it was so crowded in the
stall that only one of us could enjoy it at a time.  Ed soaped me from 
head to foot, feeling the slight swelling as he fondled my cock.  When he
did my back, his finger teasingly traced around my puckered anus.  
Then it was my turn to soap him, and when I handled his cock it sprung
to full erection.  I marvelled at his stamina.  I normally need all of an
hour between sessions though I must admit I was at about half-mast right 
then.  As I soaped his back I returned the favor at his anus, and to my
surprise, he pressed back against it so the tip of it slipped in!
I quickly pulled my finger out.  Was he expecting me to finger fuck him?
Worse, did he expect me to put my penis in there?  I'd already gone much
further with him than I ever had with another man, but I mentally drew the
line there.  If he wanted to have his shit hole plugged, he'd have to find
another boy.
Ed must have sensed my reluctance, and we rinsed and toweled wordlessly.
We also dressed in silence.  An unwelcomed pall had come over us, and I
was vaguely disappointed at the diminished prospect of an after dinner
session with him.
The dining room was almost empty when we arrived.  We had our pick of 
tables and Ed chose one at the far side of the room with a view of the 
entrance.  The waitress was visibly disappointed when we did not order
cocktails, but rattled off the specials with her recommendations.  I decided
on pork chops and Ed opted for a steak.
When the waitress took the menus and toddled off to place our orders, Ed 
leaned back in his chair, lighting a cigarette.
"I don't know about you, Ralph, but I really enjoyed myself so far this
evening."
I nodded in reply, wondering if this was to be the brush off.
"Did you notice when I registered that I asked the clerk if anyone from
my company was registered?"
"Yes", I replied. "Bontemps Enterprises wasn't it?  Seems an odd name for
an industrial firm."
Ralph looked at me conspiratorily.
"It would be, but it's a firm that doen't exist beyond a few motel 
registers.  Despite that, we have close to a hundred representatives."
I was confused and about to ask for an explanation when a tall man walked
up to our table.
"Excuse me, but are you fellows with Bontemps?"  He asked, scanning our
faces.
Ed rose to his feet and extended his hand.
"I'm Ed Bagley.  Are you with the firm?"
"Larry Blau.  Yes."  He looked at me questioningly.
"This is Ralph...sorry, I don't know your surname."
"Baxter." I mumbled.
"I was about to explain the setup to him.  I'm sure he'll be joining.  Won't
you sit down?"  Ralph indicated a chair as Larry and I shook hands.
Was this going to be a pitch for Amway or some such scheme?  This
mysterious firm of theirs sounded like something I'd run from based on
bad experience, but I was a captive audience, and resigned myself to
put up with it.
After Larry had summoned the waitress and ordered a beer, explaining that
he'd already eaten, Ed leaned over and lowered his voice.
"I don't know who dreamed this up, but I'm sure glad I found out about it.
How about you Larry."
Larry smiled braodly, nodding assent.
Ed looked directly at me.
"Here's the scoop.  This motel, and several others across the state, offers
a free overnight stay, with receipt, after ten paid stays.  They don't do
this for everyone, just reps from large companies that give them a lot of
business, and believe me, Bontemps gives this place a ton of business."
As I recalled, the clerk had not mentioned this when I registered, and I
hadn't seen anything about it in the room, but then I don't work for a big
company.  Plans were for me to be out here at least once a month, so that
fact would be good to know.
"Bontemps is comprised entirely of men who share our..er..tastes.  If you 
meet someone registered as being with us, it automatically identifies you
as being at least approachable.  Since there are so many of us, the odds 
are that there will be at least two of us registered on any given weekday
evening."
"Hell," said Larry, "I've seen five and six at a time."
"Yep," replied Ed, "I've had a multiple session or two."
The waitress brought our food and Ed fell silent as she served it.  It 
dawned on me that I was about to be invited to join a kinky sex club and
to gain financial advantage by doing so!  I could hardly wait for her to 
leave.
"Does that sound interesting?"  Ed looked at me searchingly.
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, "what you're saying is that you get paid to get
laid!"
"That about describes it."  Ed fell to eating his steak.
As I munched on my pork chops I studied Larry.  He was blond with bright
blue eyes.  My guess was about 30-ish, lean featured and clean shaven.  Not
bad if you're into guys, I thought, then realized that I was now in the
same boat.
Dinner finished, Ed turned to me.  "Would you mind if Larry joined us?"
It was an obvious question, but it still took me momentarily aback.
"No," I stammered, "I guess not."
"How about it, Larry, want to grab some beer and party in my room?"
"Let's go," said Larry, "there's a liquor store across the street."
The three of us paid our bill and walked across the street to the store.
We each bought a six pack of Coors and headed back to the motel and Ed's
room.  We put the beer in the plastic waste basket and after a trip each to
the ice dispenser, had the beer covered. I was the last to visit the ice
machine, and when I returned, Larry and Ed had begun stripping feverishly.
In marked contrast to the thick black hair covering Ed's body, Larry was 
smooth and almost hairless.  As he pulled down his briefs his rock hard
cock sprung up, long and thin with a pronounced curve in it.
I quickly got out of my clothes as the two men fondled each other, then
joined them in groping at the hot meat we each displayed.
Ed lay down at a 45 degree angle on the bed.  I jumped up there and 
positioned myself to suck him.  Larry completed the triangle, offering
his cock to Ed and immediately gobbling mine.  We worked each other slowly,
savoring the heat and excitement of the moment.  Larry proved every bit
the expert cocksucker as Ed, and I knew that it would not take long before
I would be running my load into my second man of the day.
I began to squirm as the delicious feeling swelled in the pit of my stomach
as Larry worked on me.  I tickled Ed's balls with my fingers as I sucked
noisily on his flaming champion.  Suddenly I could take no more.  My body
stiffened and a low moan escaped my lips as I spurted into Larry's eager
mouth.  He accepted every drop, holding me trapped between his lips until
I squirmed away from him.
Enjoying my orgasm I had released my lip lock on Ed, and the insatiable 
Larry replaced me, going into a 69 with him, coating his member with my 
freshly delivered sperm.
Unable to take my eyes off the struggling men, I reached into the 
wastebasket and pulled out a beer.  It was icy cold and delicious.
Ed trembled noticeably and then stiffened.  I could imagine the taste of
the thick fluid that was running into the mouth of our new friend.
The two men rested a moment, breathing heavily, then Ed got out of the 
bed and, with his feet on the floor, leaned his chest onto the bed.
Larry, brandishing that long thin weapon moved behind him, pushing it
to the entrance to Ed's anus.
I could scarcely believe my eyes as it disappeared into Ed's nethers
with only a grunt from him at the intrusion.  I'd never seen a man
cornholed before, and I watched fascinated as Larry stroked slowly in
and out.  I was never comfortable with a rectal thermometer, and could
not imagine having something as thick as two fingers and almost twice
as long tickling my innards but here was Ed, willingly and enjoyably
taking it.
I was amazed to see that my cock had swelled again to full dudgeon as I sat
there pulling on my beer.  Apparently I was a lot more "into guys" than
I realized.
With a loud grunt, Larry buried himseft to the hilt in Ed's ass.  His
fingers gripped the asscheeks and his knees buckled as he drove his
load into the man.  He pulled it out and shot another rope onto Ed's 
back, then collapsed over him.
The two men lay there, oblivious of me for a few seconds then got up and
grabbed beers from the "cooler."
The three of us sat cross legged on the bed, enjoying the beer and the 
aroma of the sex we'd just shared.
"What do you think, Ralph?  Want to join Bontemps?"
"Seems I've already joined, at least by association."
"All you have to do is register under that company name and the rest 
plays out pretty much like this."  Ed reached over and began fondling my
hardon.
Larry got up and went into the bathroom to clean himself up.  When he 
returned, Ed's head was in my lap gurgling noisily as he sucked me.  Larry
stood by the side of the bed and I gobbled his soft penis into my mouth.
I was quite relieved that his washing had removed any taste of Ed's
ass from it, and I sucked at him with my nose buried in his blond pubic
bush.  A few minutes of this had him hard again, and we resumed our 
daisy chain on the bed, me sucking Larry, he Ed, and Ed me.
While I didn't think I would ever bring myself to participate in the 
cornholing stuff, I was definitely enjoying this suck session and was
already looking forward to my next trip.  
All too quickly, Ed had me on the edge, and I felt the wave of ecstacy
as I had my climax.  I didn't have much to pump, but Ed didn't complain 
a bit.
Now Larry had me lay down on the bed crosswise and lay on top of me in a 69
position.  Ed got up behind him, and as I continued sucking Larry's cock
watched as Ed's disappeared into his ass just inches from my face.  My dick
was so tender I hoped Larry wouldn't touch it and he didn't.  Fascinated,
I watched with my mouth full of Larry as Ed plowed his ass.
After a few strokes, with his balls bouncing off my nose, Ed gave a little
scream and held fast to Larry.  I could literally feel him pumping his
load.  Suddenly my own mouth was filling with the cream from Larry's cock.
I swallowed it all, then we resumed our cross legged position and cracked
another Coor's.
It had been an incredible day.  I'd had my first blowjob, given my first, 
and witnessed anal intercourse for the first time.  I felt beat and doubted
I had the ability to get it up again, so I offered them the rest of my
unopened beers, dressed, and left for my room.
The next morning when I checked out, I asked the clerk about the frequent
stayers arrangement, and he handed me a little card with a punch in it.
"See you next trip?"
"You bet!"