Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2008 15:18:16 -0400
From: J.W. Martins-Bazinet
Subject: An Unexpected Quickie

Though I'm from Virginia Beach I decided to go to college in Florida. So in
2003 I began my freshman year at the University of South Florida in Tampa.
The academic education I received was good enough to get me accepted to
Yale Law where I've just completed my first year. However, my memories of
USF and Tampa will forever be focused on the awakening of my true sexual
feelings; it was in my dorm room where I had my first male sexual encounter
and learned how meaningful a sexual encounter could be; it was in those
four years that I had my first forays into the world of gay sex. I may have
been a late bloomer, but I made up for a lot of lost time. I wanted a
little taste of fantasy fulfillment and I tried my best to get it.

I made the drive from Virginia Beach to Tampa and back again so that I'd
have my car on campus. It was about a 12 to 14-hour ride and I soon learned
that it was best to get a good rest and start the trip at around 9:00
PM. At night you encounter far less traffic, fewer highway patrols and
besides it was definitely cooler. It was during one such trip that I had
one of my more memorable fantasy fulfillments; I thought I'd share it with
you.

It was the start of my senior year, the end of August 2006 and my Mini was
packed tight with the worldly possessions necessary to survive my last year
at USF.  I'd been driving for a few hours and I needed to take a piss and
the gas gauge was reading below a quarter of a tank. I decided it was time
for a pit stop. The problem was that I was somewhere in the Carolinas
(South I think) literally in the middle of nowhere. The longer I went the
more urgent my need to pee became. I had about decided to just pull over
onto the shoulder of the Interstate when I saw a sign that read REST AREA
-- 1 MILE.

I pulled into the very dimly lit parking lot. Mine was the only car. The
only other sign of life was an 18-wheeler parked behind the restrooms
building; I figured the driver was getting a couple of hours sleep. These
thoughts were going through my head as I raced to the men's room in hope of
not pissing myself. I burst through the double doorways and was already
unbuttoning my 501 cutoffs.  That's when I saw him.

It was like the cover of a gay skin magazine had just materialized right
there in front of me. A highway cowboy, in full costume, standing in front
of a urinal with a big ole thick cock in his hand. It was clear that he
wasn't peeing, just holding it and while it wasn't hard you could easily
tell that it was plumped up. My need to pee was no longer so urgent.

He looked to be around 30, with a light brown goatee and boyishly handsome
profile. He stood about 6'2"; his body was tight and sinewy; my guess is he
weighted less than 200 lbs. He was wearing tight black jeans that displayed
his bubble butt to its best advantage, black and white cowboy boots, a
white tee-shirt and a black straw cowboy hat. Oh and did I mention his
cock.

Though there were about 6 urinals and he was at the one closest to the door
I went to the third one in, separated from him by only one. I whipped out
my now hardening cock and let out a strong stream of piss that had the
effect of returning me to a flaccid state.  As I continued to piss I looked
directly over at my neighbor and his cock.

He still wasn't peeing, just holding it, giving an occasional squeeze or
flapping it up and down. It still wasn't hard, but it was big enough to
show it's potential for being an easy fat 7 or 8 incher. He never glanced
my way but I knew that he could see me openly staring at him out of the
corner of his eye. I stopped peeing, but made no move to put myself away or
leave. My cock, with no help from my hand was stretching out trying for its
6 1/2 maximum (I know, but it is a fatty).

So he's standing there; I'm openly staring at his cock practically
drooling. My cock is now at full wood as he starts to very slowly stroke
himself. I'm mesmerized. I'd never had a men's room adventure and was
uncertain of what to do. Do I move over and grab him?  Do I just go to him
and kneel down? Do I just stand and watch the show? More by instinct than
anything I grabbed my own cock and started stroking in time with him. The
difference is I'm watching him and he's not watching me. If there had been
any question this establishes him as the Alpha male. I noted the wedding
ring on his left hand and assumed him to be straight and the driver of the
rig parked out back. One thing was for sure, neighbor was very horny and
making me just as hot.

Suddenly he turned toward me, cock in hand pointing straight at me. I look
up into bright green eyes to see if they'll tell me what to do next. I
decide to kneel on the floor when he makes a 90-degree left turn and walks
over to the row of empty stalls along the opposite wall.  He walks into a
stall, turns and faces me. I've by now made my own 90-degree turn to the
right and I just stand watching him. He undoes his big silver belt buckle,
unzips and pushes his jeans down to just below his ass, he's going commando
so he's now on total display for me.

Now I might not have been too experienced or seen too many gay videos, but
I knew what my next move was supposed to be. I walked over to the stall and
began to kneel. He stopped me by grabbing me under my arms and pulling me
up and around in one swift motion. I weighed 143 lbs. but he picked me up
like I would've a puppy. He pushed me down onto the toilet seat while he
half turned to lock the stall door.

I looked up at him, realizing that he was more than good looking. My best
description is Triple-A Prime American Beef; the personification of the
national ideal, the wholesome, rugged all-American cowboy. He held his cock
up to me and I went down on him like a piglet on the last tit. For the
first 5 minutes he let me have my fun. I licked his stomach, sucked on his
nipples, licked his balls, took them into my mouth one at a time and gently
suckled on them, licked his stiff staff like a popsicle, ran my tongue over
the smooth, silky flesh his fat head slurping up the sweet syrup that was
gushing from it and of course oh how I sucked on that wonderful cock.

Having allowed me to take pleasure with his body he then took over. My
lips, tongue and fingers had heated him up to the exploding point and he
needed to be in control and blow his load. He grabbed my head, one strong
hand on each side and began to pump, fucking my face, sometimes fast,
sometimes slowly, but always deep. I vibrated my throat muscles, wiggled my
tongue and tightened my lips to increase the obvious pleasure he was
taking.

I was in cock-sucker's heaven and I'd willingly stayed there for a couple
of hours letting him use me as he wished, but after only two minutes he
pulled his cock back to where the head rested on my tongue. I felt the head
swell and then throb. My mouth filled with hot, thick cum as he let out
three deep groans and five more thick volleys of man juice. I continued to
suck on him very gently until I'd nursed out every drop that his balls had
churned up. He slid his now softening cock from between my lips. He pulled
his jeans up, zipped up, buckled up and looked down at me with my cock
sticking up and dripping.

"Thanks dude, I really needed that. Wish there had been more time for
something besides a quickie." He left and I jerked off with the taste of
him still fresh in my mouth.

So with one blow (pardon the pun) I checked off my fantasies about men's
room sex and servicing a straight guy; both way hotter than I would have
thought. Still just because I've checked them off the list doesn't mean I
wouldn't do either again, if the right situation came along. I'm not too
proud to admit that I like sucking cock. I don't understand when guys think
that it's cheap if there's no quid pro quo or if you do it someplace like a
restroom. He got what he needed, I got what I wanted and we didn't
inconvenience or offend anyone. SO?