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?