Author's Note: This is a work of fiction based solely on the fantasies of the author. It does not depict safe sex practices. It contains graphic depictions of sexual encounters between adult men. Any similarity to any persons, places, or events is entirely coincidental and unintentional. If you have moral objections to such material or if it is illegal where you live do not read it.
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One Eyed Jack
About three times a year I have to travel several hundred miles for work. Because I often need to go to a number of stops, many of which are in smaller cities I usually drive. This past summer I had finished up one such trip and was about a day's drive from home. With no stops or appointments I was able to set a more leisurely pace and stop at each and every rest stop to see what might be seen at the bathrooms.
Lots of places have put up those annoying barriers between the urinals but I was lucky enough to be going through several states that were too cheap -- or have some well-placed elected official who enjoy a view of cock -- to slap a slab of stainless steel up.
I should say right off that mostly I just look. I think cruising bathrooms is pretty dangerous but sneaking a sideways look at a dick hanging out a few inches from yours is pretty hard to resist. And I have come to believe that if you can actually see a man's prick as he is peeing beside you it is only because he wants you to. Most fellows are pretty good at standing close to the urinal, blocking their cock with their hands or turning slightly aside if they don't want to show it off. And if you just sorta look to the side and don't stare unless you are sure the attention is welcome you are usually pretty safe. And as I said, I'm mostly a looker. Once, many years ago I reached over and fondled a guy who was beating off for me but only when I was sure we were alone and that he wanted me to feel him up.
This day however I was just planning to see what I could see. I pulled into the first rest stop I came to beside a black car. The driver was just getting out, a white haired guy who looked to be about 60. He had a rugged but attractive face and was wearing pullover shirt and shorts. I let him get a few paces ahead of me and followed him into the john. It was one of the smaller places, three urinals, two flat against the wall and one "open" one between them. I let him walk up to one of the wall ones. I was glad to see that he took the one to the right of the open one. Most men are right handed and if you stand to their right their hand, holding their prick blocks your view. I took the other wall one, unzipped, took out my cock and glanced sideways. He had pulled his out the side of the leg of his shorts, was, peeing and in full view. He was not huge but it was a nice size and he was not making it hard for me to get a look. I glanced away from his dick and up at his face. He was not looking at the wall, he was looking over at me. I moved my hand so he could see my dick and looked back at his. He finished peeing and shook it but did not put it away. Instead he slid back the foreskin and let go of it completely, just letting it hang there. I shook mine and looked at his face again. He was still watching my cock which was about to stiffen up. Someone walked in and he flipped his back into his pants and walked out. The guy that took his place was one who almost climbed into the urinal to keep you from seeing so I washed my hands and left too. When I got to my car my pee buddy was in his buckling his seat belt. He pulled out and I followed him, noting that his license plate was from a state even further away than mine. I kept him in my view for a while but soon lost him in the traffic.
At first I thought the next rest area was going to be a bust. I usually wait until I see someone I find attractive but at this one I really had to pee so I took what I could get, a quick glance at a young daddy (as in mini-van full of kids) type as he shook it and tucked it back in his pants. His was small and uncut but I saw little else. Just as I was getting ready to zip up and go a lanky guy in a white shirt and jeans stepped up to take the daddy's place. He was probably 65 or so, He pulled his cock out and never seemed to notice me looking over at him as he drained it. He then skinned it back, gave it a few flicks and tucked it away. I also put mine back in my pants and washed my hands at the sink beside him. He never gave any sign that he had noticed me even though I held the door for him as we left.
At my third stop, I stood by a tall skinny guy with a grizzled beard and ball cap. I had watched him arrive in a pick-up with his wife and teenage daughter. He came in, unzipped his pants, hung out a long uncut cock and rested one hand on the wall above urinal, the other on the handle. He was clearly showing off so I felt free to watch. He never looked over, just peed. When he finished and stood dribbling a moment then flushed, shook it off and shoved it into his pants.
As I was leaving a young trucker type came in followed by a forty something yuppie with graying hair, sunglasses hanging out of his tee shirt collar and wearing shorts and sandals. I thought the yuppie was fairly attractive but as I had just "peed" I had no reason to go back to the urinal with him. My car was parked facing the door of the men's room this time so I decided to wait a bit and see if I could chance a second visit a bit later. The trucker came out followed soon after by the yuppie. I expected to see him head for a Prius and a wife but he stood outside the door stretching. He had really nice legs. It was early summer and I was glad to see men back in shorts again, He leaned against the building, took out a cell phone and made a call. Since I could enjoy his legs while pretending t read a map I did so. About five minutes later another twenty something trucker type headed up to the bathroom. The yuppie stopped his call and followed him in. "No way I thought, is he cruising young truck trade??" I got out of my car and went in. Sure enough, in a long row of urinals the yuppie is standing right by the young trucker. I went one down from the yuppie who was looking right over and down at the truckers crotch. The yuppie was standing back so that, should he care to look, the trucker could see him hard and beating it. The trucker didn't seem to notice but I was enjoying the yuppie's hard one. He was stroking it slowly and had it amazingly hard for such a short time playing with it. It was about 6 inches, skinny with a nice purple head. The trucker left and the yuppie looked over at me. I stood back to let him see mine as I pointedly continued to watch his but I knew I was not his type. He looked, stroked himself a couple more times and stuffed his hard-on back into his pants. I left too and drove away as the yuppie wandered over to the vending machines, again pretending to talk on his cell phone.
So far I had been having a great day of cock watching. Seeing the yuppie play with himself after having spent time admiring his nice hairy legs was a special treat. And the guy in the baseball cap had been fine too. I hadn't expected him to be so willing to show off at all. It was afternoon and the next rest area was the last one before I crossed over into a state I knew had actual brick walls between every urinal. I pulled into a parking space and watched for a bit. I didn't really see anyone that interested me. Finally a guy with Willie Nelson thing going got out of a car and walked toward the bathroom. I followed but he went into a stall. I went to the urinals anyway and choose the one of the three on the furthest left. A man in his late fifties stepped up to the one on the other end. I glanced at his face, not really attractive but not bad either. Then I looked down and saw a truly magnificent dick. It was huge, even soft and pissing it was at least seven inches and while not real thick, it hung heavy in his hand. The foreskin was pulled back and wrinkled up around the head. He held it with his thumb and forefinger and pulled back on the foreskin as he peed, revealing more head and forcing his stream to angle down. Then he let that gorgeous tool rest on one finger while he emptied what must have been a very full bladder. I don't know if he saw me looking or not because I never took my eyes off that beauty from the time I glanced over until he shook it slid the foreskin back over the head and put it away. He walked out and I followed him. Now that his dick was not out, he looked like a rather nondescript middle age man standing in front of the vending machine. You would never know that he had in his pants one of the biggest, finest looking peckers anywhere. I figured after that, it was time to stop cock watching. I had caught the big one and might as well call it a day.
Of course I was horny as hell as I drove on into the late afternoon. I actually passed a couple of rest areas. As I said, I knew this state had major barriers and there was no reason to stop. I did my stretching at gas stations but just about dusk I needed to pee and pulled into a rest area. Traffic had died down somewhat and it was pretty empty. I wanted to dump the remains of my fast food drive through supper so I parked rather farther down the row from the few cars that were there, near a trash can. I went in to pee and was back cleaning out my trash when I car pulled in a few spaces from me. I glanced up and then looked again. It was the same black car that had been bedside me at the first rest area I had stopped at. The driver got out and sure enough it was the man with the white hair and mustache! He didn't notice me and I debated what to do but there was no point in going in, I wouldn't be able to check him out but I was curious if he would recognize me. I fiddled with the trash and made sure that as he came back to his car I was standing by the trash can so he could see me. I didn't think he was going to acknowledge me at first, he went back to his car but instead of driving away, reached in for something and walked to the trash can with an empty soda can. As he approached I nodded to him, and said "Hello again"
"Long day's driving?" He said
"Yeah," I answered "Looks like we've been driving the same road"
He glanced around "I gotta tell you something. All day long, whenever I thought about you looking over at old One Eyed Jack this morning, why he would try to crawl out my pants leg to look for you. He just kept popping up all day long"
I grinned. "The next time he pops up, you tell Jack that I though he looked fine! I wish I had been able to shake his hand...or" I knew this was dangerous but I was terribly horny, I found this fellow really attractive and he was being charming and funny. And it was only verbal banter and flirting "... maybe even kiss him on top of the head."
"You're about to get him worked up again. If there was a place around here where I could, I'd let you see how much Old Jack liked you paying attention to him."
I had a fleeting thought of racing down the road to rent the first motel room I came to but discarded that. I had to be home tonight sometime and bedsides I didn't want to wait.
"We need to find a place then" I said. "We can't leave Jack worked up"
He glanced up toward the building. "You want to try and slip into a stall...?"
"I think that is pretty risky." I glanced around and saw the map on my dashboard. That was it! Tell you what, let's sit in my car and look at the map"
He frowned and then caught on. "Yeah..that might work. He walked over to my passenger door and slid in "I'm Matt"
I told him my name as I got in the driver's seat. He reached for the map, unfurled it and spread it over his lap. I slid my hand under it and rubbed his bare hairy leg eventually letting my fingers slide up the leg of his shorts "Let's see if I can find Old Jack and let him out to play."
I fumbled a bit feeling his balls but was having trouble getting into his cock. He pushed my hand aside. "Here let me get him" There was a fumbling under the map and then he took my hand and guided it to the hard cock sticking up from between his legs. "Meet One Eyed Jack" he said as my fingers encountered his rigid dick. I took it in my hand and squeezed it.
"Hey there Jack" I said "You feel as good as you look!" He had pulled has shorts down in front so his balls hung out too. I let my fingers explored them, loose in the sack. Old Jack was not as big as the beauty I had last seen, he was about the size of the yuppie's' cock but Jack was in my hand and that made him better than any of the rest. Matt was making little growling moans as I squeezed and pumped on Jack.
"That's just what Jack has been wanting all day. I thought I would have to give it to him tonight but you're doing a better job that I could"
I felt pre cum ooze out and caught some on my finger. I pulled my hand from under the map and licked it off. "You sure taste good. I'd like to suck you but I don't know if we can risk that" I said reaching back to rub behind his balls and then up into his crinkly pubic bush.
"That would be great but this is fine too...real fine"
"I do want to see Jack again tho" I said lifting the map a bit. Matt held it up and I stared at his erection. It was great, I could see grey hair sprouting around the base and his balls lay heavy in the sack. "Damn Jack, you are gorgeous!" I said reaching for it again and stroking it slowly. "This is what I wanted to do this morning" I said looking a Matt
"I know, I've thought about it all day. I never did this before, you know at a rest stop...or with another man...
"I usually just look, I've never done it like this either but I can't say no to Jack here" I said continuing to masturbate him.
"Jack's something else all right" he said "Oh..yeah, rub my balls.."
"Matt, I would really like to feel your ass...can I ? "
"If you want to....sometimes I stick my finger up my ass when I jack off...would you..."
"You bet, I would love to finger your hole. Push your shorts on down so I can reach in...."
As he fumbled to get his ass free. I let go of Jack, wet my finger with spit and slid my hand behind him. I let my finger find his ass crack and followed it down. He squirmed under the map and arched up a bit. I found his hole and rubbed it. It was tight but responded to my poking and as my finger slid in he moaned. I probed and he said "Sweet Jesus that's nice!"
I tried to reach Jack with my left hand but it was awkward to do that and still appear to anyone that might come by that we were looking at a map. I was pretty sure that a second look would tell anybody that passed we were up to something but what little traffic there was went to the several open spots in front of the main building. And it was now nearly dark out anyway.
"Matt, can you take care of Jack while I finger you? I can't really reach him..."
"Yeah I got him...don't stop back there, That is so nice...mmmmMMMMMmmmm"
"Tell me when you're almost ready shoot"
"It won't be long" He looked over at me and smiled "But I want to make it last if I can, this is so good"
With my free hand I was able to grab my own hard dick through my pants. I knew that I would come just from a few squeezes and tried to wait until he did. We continued on for a few moments him jerking himself while I finger fucked his ass. Then Matt whispered "I'm almost there, I'm right at the edge.
I glanced around. Nobody was nearby. I shoved the map aside and bent over his lap. I grabbed my own crotch harder and my dick started to shoot. I sucked his dick into my mouth and ran my tongue over the head, tasting the pre-cum and smelling the musty man smell of him. As I shot my load in my pants he moaned again and said "Oh shit, I'm shooting ...suck me, I'm shooting!" And he filled my mouth with cum.
I was afraid to linger, I waited until the spasms stopped, slid my finger out of his ass and sucked the last drops of cum out of him. Then I sat up and pulled the map back over his lap. His head was laying back and he had gone limp all over. I lifted my finger to my nose and smelled his ass.
He opened his eyes and looked over at me "That was some kiss you gave Old Jack!"
"That was a nice load Jack gave me"
"What about you...I guess I should have asked..."
"I creamed my pants just before you unloaded in my mouth"
He was quiet for a moment then reached under the map to pull up his shorts. He folded the map and tossed it on the dash
"That ought to keep Jack content for the rest of the trip" He said "Thank you"
"More than happy to do it"
He had his hand on the door handle "Feels like I need to do something more for you...."
"Playing with Jack was as much fun for me as you."
"You take care then" and he patted my arm "Good bye"
"Bye Matt" I reached over and rubbed his crotch "Bye Jack" I said "You behave"
He grinned and got out. I watched him get in his car, pull out and drive away. I followed him. My crotch was sticky and as I drove on home I could still taste Jack in my mouth and smell Matt on my finger.