I'm not really sure how it all began but somehow I discovered the Rest Area on Cole Road just off the Trans Canada Highway in Abbotsford BC. Being that the area is in the Bible belt of the province you'd hardly think that the man sex scene would be as hot and as available as it was at this rest area. I was about to find out that many of the guys that made regular visits to the rest area were married men who attended local evangelical churches. When I think about it there are too many experiences to recall but the focus of this true story is between Jack (me) and Grant.
In 1994 Jack was in his late 30's, told by many people that he was quite goodlooking even though he was short (only 5' 7"). At 155lbs his body was fit due to working out at the gym and taking pride in his appearance. He was a professional in the social services in a small community.
Grant was 28 years old, 5' 9", 150 lbs., blond with strong nordic appearance. He honestly had the looks that he could have been a model. Working in construction made his body rock hard, chiseled in fact. His biceps were about 18", his legs were like a wrestler's and his eight pack was to die for. Later I would find out that he was one of those rarest of men that was endowed in a way that most men only wish.
You might asked how I met Grant. I stopped at the rest area in my camperized van with the purpose of taking a leak. I had made my trip to the can and was making my way back when this blond adonis was sauntering in no partcular hurry up the walk way to the men's room. He was checking me out just as much as I checked him out as we passed each other. Though I'm sure I maintained my composure believe me it wasn't easy. Here was this guy, quite obviously dirty after a days worked, dressed in sweat pants. If ever there was a guy that shouldn't wear sweatpants it was him. This guy OBVIOUSLY had a monster in his crotch and it was easily on display for all to see with each step he took. You would literally see this huge shift of something heavy from one side to the other with each step. His cock wasn't flopping like it would if he had no underwear on but a major shifting due to the obvious management of confining briefs. His work buddies must have bugged him without end about how he looked. Most men compared to Grant would have looked like boy dicks and he wasn't even hard yet. I couldn't believe the guy had the balls to show off in such a away, but when I think about it now this guy wanted guy sex something bad.
I carried on to my van and was just about to get in when I noticed that Grant was standing outside the men's room looking in my direction. My dick was already dripping fast and furiously with precum, but I knew I was going to come up short in the show me yours display. I was going be to one of those guys that would be inadequate standing next to this guy.
By the time I reached the men's room Grant was already at the urinal with his bazooka cocked and loaded. Standing 15' away I could tell this guy was incredible. My cock didn't need any encouragement. I was horny, wanting to get sucked and suck and kiss and wanted to get some. As soon as I got beside him he reached out to stroke my already hardening cock. His was oh so thick but still soft. From the door it looked so big I could have sworn it was hard. Up close it was unbelieveable. This horny slut didn't just have his pants below his balls like most guys when they're standing at the urinal. His were all the way down to his knees revealing the most perfect muscled ass you've ever seen. As I looked passed that impressive piece of manhood, not believing that he would lower his pants that far, I noticed his briefs had the biggest mold like impression left in them from the force, weight and heat of that dyno of a dick. Fuck, did this guy eat his Wheaties or what?
Up close this cock was unbelieveable. Though soft his cock was a thicker that most men are hard. My guess is that he was at least 6" thick. With a great bulbous head that narrowed to a least the 6" thickness it was solid, cut, with a large single eye spewing precum. His balls were the size of extra large eggs hanging in sacks that descended about seven inches. The length of the weapon soft was 8".
Not feeling comfortable with the possibility of anyone, particularly the cops coming in at any moment, I asked him if he want to come out to my van. I had already converted one area into a double bed anticipating that I might meet someone tonight. Of course he agreed and we stuffed our equipment in our pants and off we went to the van.
There's something about two horny men that somehow helps you get beyond any ackwardness of not knowing what to do. We immediately sat down on the bed and started stroking one another through our clothes. I could feel a deep throbbing grow from his groin as his cock thickened, his breath began to quicken and our touching took on more intensity.
I wanted to see this monster cock up close and personal and begin to size it up a little more. He sat on the edge of the bed and I squatted down in front of him. It didn't take long and I shifted his pants just below his gorgeous nuts and caught the first scent of a days worth of precum, excess, and sweat. I thought I would pass out from the shear immediate pleasure I felt from his man scent. Believe me that was a surprise and further proof of how much I had given into this man sex thing.
My next step was to try and take the growing head of this monster cock in my mouth. I no sooner had slurped the head of this serpent in my warm moist mouth when I heard sounds coming from him that I thought would wake the dead. Is it possible this guy had not had a blow job before? Immediately I was aware of others hearing us and let his cock slip out of my mouth. We were afterall in the parking lot of a rest area.
"I can't believe how close I am, man," Grant said.
"Yeah, I can tell." How long has it been since you had sex? I asked
"My wife and I had a quickie this morning before I left for work but I need it more than she likes to give it."
"Let me suck your cock for a while. I don't want to come yet."
I sat on the edge of the bed and Grant stood up, pulled his pants up, and then assumed the squatting position to start sucking my cock. Both he and I have the gagging reflex in common. No matter how I tried my cock triggered it for him. My balls were tightening with the pleasure that Grant was giving my cock.
When I looked down I saw the glsitening head of Grant's cock well above the waist band of his sweatpants. He had't touched himself. His warrior cock had hardened to full mast and was slimey with precum.
I gestured to him to come and lay down on the bed. I straddled beside him at first just to test out his comfort level then I moved in for what has become the favorite part of man sex for me...kissing. I was about to find out that Grant and I had the greatest thing in common. Not only were we blessed with wonderfully thick lips for causcasian men but we knew what to do with them too. In fact of all the men I've been with Grant had the most erotic pair of lips I've ever kissed.
We started out with a gentle, almost hello or goodnight kiss that lit a fire in both of us to the point that an explosion of passion erupted. By this time I had moved to be right on top of Grant. Our schlongs were making mad passionate love together though encumbered by several layers clothes; I swear I could feel his mighty cock heaving and throbbing projecting a heat that kept building and building. Kissing had taken us over the edge where somehow we'd become lost in one another and didn't want to stop for anything. This kind of intensity cannot last. As funny as it sounds our lips were like sparks that were igniting one another more and more until it had to happen. Yes, Grant let out a yell, groan, moan, a series of noises that only another guy can interpret as the wonder of climax. Most men would have ruptured their right nut with the amount of cum that man spewed that night. He had two layers of clothing on and I had two layer and I was completely saturated with his cum with an enormous stain. Grant could not walk for about 5 minutes afterwards.
Fortunately for him he had a change of sweats in his car. He rode on home and told me later that he fucked his wife that night too. Evidently she commented that it took him a little longer to get hard and he didn't shoot his usual load when he climaxed.
Grant and I got together several times. Kissing became our thing. It was such a strong bond between us that we only kissed and it always lead to him busting a nut. He says that kissing is not as good with his wife as it is with me.
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