Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2008 07:42:18 -0400
From: Morn <akamorn@aim.com>
Subject: Saturday Night, Middle of July

It was a little after 11 PM on a Saturday night in the
middle of July.  I had just dropped off my date at her house
and said goodnight.  We had been to a quick dinner and gone
to see a movie that she wanted to see.  Yes, I had a date
with a female.   Even though I had known I was gay almost
all my life, I spent the first 25 years of my life fighting
it.  Eventually, I stopped the fight and it was incidences
like tonight that helped me stop.

I wasn't feeling particularly tired and really didn't want
to go home and go to bed, or worse, watch TV.  I was feeling
particularly horny, however.  I decided not to go home, but
to head north on the highway for about a 40-minute trip.  I
was headed for a roadside rest stop that I frequented.

This rest stop was one of those "primitive" types.  There
was plenty of space for cars and even for several big rigs.
A couple of high street lights lit the area ineffectively.
There were two out buildings.one for women and one for men.
The men's room consisted of a long galvanized trough for
several men to stand next to each other and take a piss.
The trough butted up against a plywood wall that was the
first of two sit down stalls.  There were several peepholes
in the plywood that allowed one to sit on the toilet and
take a look at what was happening at the trough.  The wall
between the stalls had several peepholes and one larger
glory hole.  The stalls had no doors attached, I suppose as
an effort to cut down on privacy so that no gay activity
happened there.  Of course, it had the opposite effect, as
usual.   The room was lit by one ceiling fixture that held a
bare bulb of very low wattage.  You could see where
everything was, but just barely.

On the drive there, I wondered what the night would hold.
Would it be a quickie, an all night stay, not leaving until
the sun came up over the mountain, or, worse scenario,
nothing happening at all?  At this rest stop, nothing
happening at all would be very rare, although sometimes
there was just nothing going on.  This rest stop was
notorious enough that you could almost always score
something, even in broad daylight.

I finally arrived and pulled unto the ramp leading to the
rest stop.  As I slowly drove into a parking place, I took
inventory of the area's visitors.  There were half a dozen
cars and 3 tractor-trailers.  Not as busy as I've seen it
before, but potential for a good time.

I turned off my engine and sat there for a couple of minutes
to assess the matter.  Eventually, I got out of my car and
leaned on the front fender and lit a cigarette.  One man
headed in my direction and I stood there waiting.  I knew
that some attempt at conversation would be made.  "Gotta
light?"  "Nice night." "Beautiful weather."  Or something
similar would start a fairly meaningless conversation.  As
it turns out, he did ask for a light but after I lit his
cigarette he kept on walking.  I guess I wasn't his type.

I finished my cig and although I hadn't seen anyone come
from or go into the men's toilet, it was time for me to
explore, besides, I did have to piss.

I walked towards the door and as I swung it open, I noticed
that there was no light coming from the interior.  Glad I
had my lighter with me.  I reached in my pocket and then
flicked my BIC.  In the dim light that it afforded, I could
see two shadowy figures standing in front of the urinal
trough, one at each end.  I couldn't see if anyone was in
the stalls, it was too dark.  I decided to take a place in
the middle of the trough and just before I let my lighter go
out, I checked out the dicks on both sides of me. Nice, very
nice!

I fished my dick from behind my zipper, pulled it all out,
balls and all, and let loose a stream of piss.  As I was
pissing, the guy to my left put his hand on my chest and
said something to the effect that he loved the sound of piss
hitting that tin trough.  I laughed and finished my relief
efforts but just stood there massaging my dick.  There was
no pissing sound coming from either one of them so I knew
what was going to happen.

And happen it did!  All three of us started playing with
each other.  That's when I realized that the guy to my right
was completely naked.  I was surprised at that.  While it is
true that after midnight just about everyone who wanders
into this rest area is looking for something, there is the
occasional straight man who really just wants to piss and
go.  I could just imagine what he might think or even do
upon running into a naked guy with a hard on.  There's also
the State Police who made regular rounds into the rest stop.
Usually they just cruise through the parking lot, but I had
seen them stop, get out of the car and walk into the
bathroom to check things out.  It would be a bit difficult
to hide the fact that you were naked.

At any rate, the three of us sucked on each other for a
while and then the naked guy said that he wanted fucked.
The other guy was more than happy to oblige and while they
were fucking, I was on my knees sucking off he who was
getting fucked.  This was long before the AIDS crises so
condoms were not in evidence.  The two of them came at
almost the same time and disengaged.  I stood up and naked
guy got behind me on his knees and started eating my ass
while the other one was on his knees in front of me with my
dick in his mouth.  It didn't take me long to cum and it was
so intense that I became "weak in the knees" and had to
support myself on the shoulders of the guy in front of me.

After all was done we all three left the rest room at the
same time and returned to our respective cars.  I got in
mine and lit up a cig.  They got in their own cars, started
the engines and left.

I looked around and didn't see that there was much else
going on.  The guy who asked me for a light had evidently
left and the cars that were still there seemed empty.  My
guess was that since they were at the farther end of the
parking area that they had pulled in to sleep.  The same
with the three trucks that were there when I pulled in, but
they had been joined by another.  Sleeping truckers, damn
what a waste.  I could have used me some trucker cock
tonight.  Oh well!

Although I had shot my load, I still wasn't ready to leave
and reclined my car seat to take a short nap.  I did fall
asleep, but only for a short time and was awakened by the
roaring engine of a motorcycle.  He pulled in right next to
my car and I sat up to check things out.  As he took off his
helmet, he glanced over at me and apologized for waking me
up.  I said that it was no problem and that such things were
to be expected when one tried to sleep in a rest area.  I
could see by the dim light that he had a face that may not
have been able to turn him into a male model, but was very
close.  Sharply chiseled facial features, while not exactly
my "type" could still interest me.  I really didn't expect
anything to happen, but could enjoy the sight anyway.

He was wearing a jacket, which I thought was strange for
such a warm and humid night.  I remarked about it and he
came over and explained that it was mesh and it was not as
hot as it seemed that it might be, but afforded protection
in case he took a fall.  Made sense to me, although, now
that he was stopped, he took it off and threw it over the
bike with his helmet.

We made small talk for a bit and he said that he really had
to take a piss.  I told him that it was dark in there that
he better take a lighter along unless he wanted to piss on
someone.  He laughed.  He said that he really didn't feel
like stumbling around in the dark and said that if I didn't
mind he'd just stand at the back of my car and let loose.  I
told him to go ahead and promised that I wouldn't look.  He
said that I could look if I wanted to, so I got out of the
car and followed him back.

He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock.  Although I
couldn't see it in the darkness, I could almost tell by the
way he handled it that this biker's cock must be pretty
hefty.  I listened to the sound of piss hitting the cement
parking lot and could see just a hint of the stream
occasionally reflecting the light of the moon.

He finished pissing but just stood there, hands on his hips,
and I took that stance as an invitation.  I stepped closer
to him and reached out to touch what he had just been
holding.  I could see it now because he turned towards the
light and what I saw was one of the most beautiful cocks
that I may have ever seen.  He was hard already and it stood
out from his fly about a good 7 inches.  Saying that it was
as big around as a beer can would only be a slight
exaggeration.  And, it had a hood on.and I love uncut cock.
The foreskin didn't completely envelope the mushroom head,
but it left only the piss slot exposed.

I stopped reaching for it.  I wanted to see more of the body
that this object of my desire was attached to.  I undid his
belt, unsnapped his pants and let them drop to his thighs.
They wouldn't fall any further without help pushing the
down, but that was OK just as it was.  I lifted his loose
fitting t-shirt from the tail, over his head and off.and
just stood there staring at him.  Wow!  An impressive body,
nicely featured face, gorgeous cock, all standing there
waiting for me to do something.

I reached for his dick and he held me at arm's length and
told me that he wanted to expose me as well.  He took my T-
shirt off and unbuckled my belt and pushed my pants to my
ankles.  I had been hard since he started to piss and was
standing up nicely at my full 6 and a half uncut inches.  As
he stood up from pushing my pants down, his head purposely
came up under my balls and he pushed a little and as my dick
passed his lips his tongue was out and he licked the
underside to the tip then continued up my belly and chest.
I shuddered.  The tongue continued to my neck and mouth and
we embraced in the kind of kissing fest that teenagers often
do.  I didn't expect this, but certainly did enjoy it.
Just then, car lights flashed in our direction as a car left
the highway and headed in towards the parking lot.  The
biker and I quickly pulled up, tucked in and did up
everything that needed to be taken care of.  As the car
approached us, we could see that it was a State Trooper, and
we almost got caught.  Phew! Lucked out this time.

The biker and I just stood there as if we were chatting as
the trooper pulled in behind my car and got out of his.  He
walked over to us and asked us the basic questions as to why
we were there, where we were heading and what was that wet
spot behind my car.  He didn't ask for ID but took us at our
word and left with a final warning about late night
excursions into remote roadside rest stops can be dangerous.
I knew that, I had "almost" been caught with my pants down
several times since discovering the action that happened
here.  I assumed that the biker did as well.

The trooper left and I had hoped that the biker and I would
resume our encounter, but he flipped his cigarette out into
the lot and said that he had to go.  He had some excuse
about having to get up early in the morning.  Hell, it was
already early in the morning, had to be about 3 AM.  But I
wished him a safe trip home after expressing disappointment
over a lost opportunity and he helmeted himself and took
off.

There had been no one headed to or from the rest room since
before the biker came in and the only car that came in
during that time was the trooper.  It didn't appear that it
was going to be a good night and I was prepared to check out
the rest stop on the other side of the highway and then head
back home, when lights entered the parking lot again.  I got
in my car quickly, in case it was another trooper, but it
wasn't.

The new visitor pulled in a couple spaces from me and
immediately got out of his car and headed towards mine.  I
was smoking at the time and the glowing end of my cigarette
guided him.  He stepped off the curb towards my open window
and I greeted him as he asked me for a light.  I lit his
cigarette and he stuck around making small talk while
bending down to talk into my window.  Then he straightened
up and bent back, thrusting his pelvic area almost into my
window and as he stretched a little farther back, his cock
popped out of the leg of his running shorts.  I couldn't
resist.  I reached for it and pulled his shorts to the side
so I could get a full view.

He was partially hard and my touch made it spring into life.
He straightened up, but didn't pull away but pushed closer
into the window.  It was a nice cock, not overly long or
thick, it was circumcised, and had a nicely shaped head.  It
wasn't anything to write home about, but it was a cock and I
was hungry.  So I sucked it.

Within just a few minutes, he shot his load.  He pulled away
from my window, tucked his now limp cock back into his
shorts, thanked me and headed to his car.  As he started the
car to head out, another car was coming into the rest area.
I wondered if this would be another quickie window service.

The newest arrival parked a ways from me and immediately got
out and headed to the bathroom.  One of the occupants of one
of the cars that had been here since I arrived got out and
followed him in.  I figured I wouldn't go in and interrupt
anything so I just lit up another cigarette and got out of
and leaned against my car smoking.

Not long after the second guy followed the new arrival into
the bathroom, the new arrival came out, and it seemed to me
rather hastily.  At first he headed towards his car but then
he saw me standing in front of mine and headed towards me.
I didn't know what to expect from this one.  When I saw him
come out of the bathroom, nearly running, I figured he was
surprised by an "attack" from another guy and needed to get
out of the rest area as soon as possible.  But as he headed
towards me, he slowed down to a more leisurely pace and
nodded as he approached.

He stood there for a moment and lit a cigarette, greeted me,
and made a comment about how hot the night was.  I agreed,
but made no farther comment until he asked me how long I had
been sitting here.  I told him that I had come in to take a
nap and had just awoken before he pulled in.  He asked me if
I was aware of the kind of activity that seems to be
happening in the bathroom and he told me that the guy who
had followed him in the bathroom had made a grab for his
cock.  I told him that sometimes that happens and he
shouldn't be offended by it...that a  "No Thank You," would
usually suffice to ward off any aggressors.

It turns out that he wasn't offended, exactly, but really
needed to piss and the guy interrupted him before he had the
chance to empty his bladder.  Before I could say anything,
he pulled his cock out from the leg of his shorts and pissed
in the grass as I watched.  This guy was a "show-er." His
cock wasn't anywhere near hard and it hung a good 7 inches
as he pissed.  It was cut and had a beautifully shaped
mushroom head and I thought to myself that I would love to
pop it into my mouth for a while.

As his stream of piss got weaker, I told him that he had a
nice piece of equipment.  He shook it off and thanked me,
but didn't tuck it back up in his shorts.  He said that now
that he had relieved himself, that he could enjoy whatever
the other guy had in mind.  I opened my car door and sat
down on the driver's seat sideways and beckoned him to step
over to me and when he did, I pulled down his shorts and
jock strap and started the laying on of the lips.

He started growing instantly and soon my mouth was fuller
than it had been in a long time.  I pulled off for a second
or two to take a look.  It had grown to what had to be a
full 11 inches and fairly thick, although not as thick as my
earlier biker buddy.  Good grief, all the blood rushing to
his dick had to make him light headed.  I went back to work,
sucking for what it was worth (and it was worth a lot) and
taking as much of it as I could into my mouth.

About five minutes of sucking, just as I was feeling an ache
in my jaws, he pulled out of my mouth and said, "My turn."
I stood up; he sat down, pulled my jeans down and started
polishing the head of my cock.  I have nothing to be ashamed
of in that area, but my close to 7 inches looked
surprisingly small compared to his.  He didn't care, he
sucked me like this was the last dick he'd ever suck.

Even though I had already shot a load, it didn't take me
long until I told him that I was ready to shoot.  He mumbled
something that told me that I should go ahead.  I did, and
it was one of the most intense climaxes that I had had in a
long time.  As he was slurping the last of my jizz from my
cock, he was pulling on his own meat and started to groan.
I pulled him up out of the car and I immediately when to my
knees and gobbled down what I could of his cock.  I made it
just in time.  I no sooner wrapped my mouth around it and he
started pumping cum into my mouth.  It almost made me choke
because of the quick surprise, but I managed to fight the
gag reflex and swallowed everything he pumped into me except
for the last that I milked out of him.

That last bit, I kept in my mouth and as he stood up he
leaned into me and kissed me full on the mouth and it turned
out that he had kept some of my spunk in his mouth as well
and we exchanged cum loads.  That action gave me yet another
climax and although I shot nothing out I felt that I was
shooting twice as much as before.

We held the kiss for a while and then held on to each other,
catching our breath until the guy who had followed him into
the bathroom approached us.  My big cocked buddy and I
started pulling up or clothes and as we looked towards the
other guy, we could see that he had his cock out and was
stroking himself as he walked up to us.

The three of us stood outside my car and I told the newcomer
that we had already spent ourselves, but we would like to
watch him jerking off.  He obliged and soon all three of us
had our dicks in hand stroking.  The new guy came first, of
course, wiped himself off on his tee shirt and walked away.
Big dick and I just tucked each other away and bid each
other good night.  I would have liked to exchange phone
numbers with him to see him again, he didn't seem interested
but said that he hoped to run into me up here again.

He got in his car and pulled out of the lot.  As I watched
him go, I looked at the sky and realized that it was almost
dawn.  Time for me to go, too.  I started my car and backed
up   the four trucks were still there, but all the cars had
left.  I hadn't paid much attention as to who was leaving
and when they left, but as I pulled out to leave myself, I
wondered if any of the truckers that were there saw any of
the action that had gone on outside of the bathroom.  It's a
pity that they didn't come join in, I like truckers a lot.
But I had no complaints about the last 6 or so hours.  I had
fun, I sucked, I got sucked, and I was spent.  I knew I
would sleep well once I got home.